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babeyun · 10 months ago
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what’s the 411? ✩ masterlist
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as the queen of hip-hop soul, mary j. blige, once said...what makes you different from the next guy? seen ya last week and you couldn't even speak, you try to play like mister all-of-that, but now you want to come to me with some chit chat?
...in other words, welcome to a mashup of romance: untold by enhypen and some of my favorite mary j. blige songs. random combination, i know...but just trust the process.
✩ general warnings: fluff, angst, possible suggestive themes/smut for hyung line (and if so, it will be tagged individually.) potentially darker themes? warnings for individual fics vary, please read them accordingly before proceeding.
✩ series playlist: what's the 411? ✩ enhypen [spotify]
✩ join the taglist: requirements | taglist
✩ posting period: teasers at any point, full fics tba!
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✩ without my baby - yang jungwon ✩
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now playing: be without you by mary j. blige | hundred broken hearts by enhypen.
✩ synopsis: he's always kept an extra pair of your socks and shoes in his work bag, just in case it rains before he gets to you - and you've never felt so cold walking home in the rain.
✩ pairing: convenience store worker!yjw x waitress!reader
✩ genre: exes to lovers | second chance love
✩ teaser! | read here!
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✩ bring me paradise- lee heeseung ✩
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now playing: everything by mary j. blige | moonstruck by enhypen.
✩ synopsis: the tumultuous ups and downs of your relationship were what made it worth it to heeseung. seeing the aftermath of a fight, the solutions you two would come up with - it meant the world to him. so why are you giving it up?
✩ pairing: bakery owner!lhs x restaurant owner!reader
✩ genre: strained lovers au | forged by fire
✩ teaser! | read here!
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✩ bring the fire- park jongseong ✩
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now playing: my loving by mary j. blige | paranormal by enhypen.
✩ synopsis: you cater to the people despite not being too fond of the whole wedding thing...and your best customer just so happens to plan the whole wedding thing.
✩ pairing: wedding planner!pjs x florist!reader
✩ genre: opposites attract | friends to lovers au
✩ teaser! | read here!
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✩ if i could live - sim jaeyun ✩
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now playing: you bring me joy by mary j. blige | royalty by enhypen.
✩ synopsis: he has written thousands of words just on the smell of your perfume, just like you have written dozens of stanzas just about the way he looks at you.
✩ pairing: writer!sjy x poet!reader
✩ genre: 'you're my muse' au | secret admirers
✩ teaser! | read here!
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✩ diamonds, furs & you - park sunghoon ✩
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now playing: deep inside by mary j. blige | your eyes only by enhypen.
✩ synopsis: nepotism has played a huge role in your life. from birth, you'd had it all handed to you - so you don't understand why he's any exception.
✩ pairing: model!psh x fashion designer!reader
✩ genre: enemies to lovers au | personal growth
✩ teaser! | read here!
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✩ same old metaphors - kim sunoo ✩
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now playing: no one will do by mary j. blige | highway 1009 by enhypen.
✩ synopsis: everything with sunoo has always been easy - from sharing meals to sharing secrets, you had no inhibitions. everything with sunoo was easy - including ovesharing.
✩ pairing: film student!ksn x theater student!reader
✩ genre: best friends to lovers au | forced proximity
✩ teaser! | read here!
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✩ as you are - riki nishimura ✩
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now playing: take me as i am by mary j. blige | brought the heat back by enhypen.
✩ synopsis: your cheeks always hurt from smiling, but you never cease to flash one at him after a game. after graduation, you find yourself holding onto a sliver of what could have been.
✩ pairing: cheerleader!riki x cheerleader!reader
✩ genre: high school sweethearts au | first love
✩ teaser! | read here!
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xmissrogersx · 7 months ago
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Mine | Din Djarin
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tags: a lot of fluff, and when i say a lot is A LOT. Grogu being adorable as always.
my writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.
i hope you are enjoying my stories! U help me a lot if you give me a ♡! All the love.
priscila masterlist
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-Being a fugitive princess had not started easy. "How can you say that, you have your freedom, isn't that what you wanted?". Of course, no one said you had to face every danger out there, right? With the risk of crossing who knows what a lunatic who could...
-Cyar'ika...
-What? He loves that I tell him that story, doesn't it, baby? —I asked looking at his big eyes, to which Grogu laughed stretching his little hands towards me.-Your father is only jealous of not being able to tell stories like I do.
Din laughed under his breath to refocus on the next jump, while trying to be cautious not to show where they were going.
He thanked the creator every damn morning when he saw her face when she woke up next to him. The way his body molded to his, as if he had always lacked a part of himself.
That part was Priya.
-Where are we going? —I saw how the Crest navigation course changed.
-It's a surprise —he replied while keeping the autopilot.
-Surprise? What kind of surprise? Because you know well that the word "surprise" envelops... —he walks towards me to get up and put me on his right shoulder. -Din, take me down now!
-It's time to rest, cyar'ika.
-Oh, please, just give me a hint, and as a reward maybe I'll use the handcuffs you have saved —I exclaimed soncarrona.
-Don't abuse, mesh'la —he said, placing me on our improvised bed.
I turn off the lights in the bedroom, proceeding to remove part of the armor.
-For Odin, you're killing me —I heard his laugh because of my comment.-You're depriving me of the show, Din Djarin, and that's unforgivable.
He lay down next to me, wrapping us both in the blanket he had bought at Naboo.
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From meeting the Mandalorian 1 year ago, I knew that the mystery was already part of it, but I must admit that this time it had exceeded my expectations.
-Now are you going to tell me where we are? —I asked, feeling the Crest ramp because of the blindfold that covered my eyes, while Din held my hand.
-Patience is not a virtue of yours, mesh'la.
We walked a few meters, until I felt it stop.Suddenly, the clarity flooded my eyes and I blinked repeatedly without believing what I saw before my eyes.
A large library stood before me. Volumes and books of different sizes and colors. I smiled with tears in my eyes.
A slight whistle paralyzed me, following an object placed on the ground.
-Din...
-Happy Birthday, cyar'ika —I heard his answer, with his voice without the modulator.-Please, turn around.
-You don't have to do it, you know I would never force you.
-I can't stand it anymore, I want to take your face in my hands and be able to see you without having the helmet in between. Please, Priya.
I turned slowly with my eyes closed, and approached him. I raised my hands towards his face, and felt how he kissed my palms, as I had already done countless times.
Take the courage I needed to see the man under the beskar.
Brown orbs, in combination with their beautiful brown hair with their waves.
He looked at me with doubt and fear, as if my response to his face was decisive.
I smiled again, letting the tears run down my cheeks. Joined our breaths, making him see that he never wanted to leave. But this time it felt different from the previous ones. No blanket covered my eyes and I could admire the beauty of his features.
-So, what do you think? —he asked as we parted.
For Odin, Din Djarin, you are beautiful —I replied nodding, while distributing small kisses on his face.-I love you, in this and in all universes, no matter how you look under that bucket.
-You and the child became the only thing that matters in my life. You are my family, and if I had to cross the galaxy for you I would never doubt it -we both turned around when we saw Grogu trying to reach the shelf.
I turned to see him again, and I could notice how his orbs acquired a glow that sent an electric wave down my back.
-Now that you've seen my face, what would happen next —he exclaimed as he knelt in front of me.-It's what I've been longing for since the day you got on the ship, Priya.
Small tears threatened to fall from my eyes, and without waiting for him to ask me, I threw myself into his arms, knocking us both to the floor, flooding the place with our laughter.
-Would you be my riduur, mesh'la?
-In this, and in all universes, I accept Din Djarin.
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katelyn102 · 2 months ago
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Below is the full Q&A between The Enquirer's Kelsey Conway and Rocky Arceneaux
Conway: When did you feel like you could get both of these guys signed together and stay in Cincinnati?
Arceneaux: Post combine. I would think that's when I felt like it was starting to come together.
C: Can you go through the process with me for each one?
A: It was a little different. Prior to the combine, I didn't feel like there was a chance in hell to get both of them to stay in Cincinnati. And after the combine, obviously after they had tagged Tee, we had some opportunities to talk to other teams and try to position Tee in the best case scenario for him with his career going forward. And we later learned that the Bengals were declining conversations about compensation for Tee. And that's when I realized that they were more inclined to reward him instead of trading him. So, at that point, I think the structure and the tone of the negotiations took a turn for the better.
C: Why did you not think it was possible for both guys to get deals done in Cincinnati prior to the NFL scouting combine?
A: Well, prior to the combine, we talked about the franchise tag and what impact it could potentially have on Tee. And when they decided to tag him, I had assumed, because we had talked about it prior to the tag with the intent of trading. So we proceeded along those lines, and once the process started, it became clear and evident that the Bengals, like I say, it was more inclined to pay him rather than trade him.
C: Specific to Ja’Marr, can you walk me through the process from last year when you began negotiations to now?
A: Last year, it was very different because he obviously had two years left on his contract. So, I think the negotiations were at a point where both sides needed to feel like they were doing something that benefited the other side, and I think at that point it was just some inequities there. And I think the Bengals felt like they were doing us a big favor and we were doing them. And I think that's where I wouldn't say a lack of communication, but we just had different core philosophies on what was on the bill. And also, you know, Ja’Marr and I decided that it would be in our best interest to play it out, and it worked out.
C: Did it beat your expectations in terms of what you thought you would be able to get because of the season that he had?
A: Yeah, I mean, I think we had some help. Obviously, the salary cap went up. Ja’Marr had an unbelievable season. And I think, you know, the timing was right for it.
C: When did you agree to terms on the contract for Ja’Marr?
A: They were very close. But actually, Tee’s was done first, then Ja’Marr’s was done, then Tee’s was redone, if that makes any sense. But we were very close for a long time.
C: Did Myles Garrett and D.K. Metcalf’s contracts impact the deals for Tee and Ja’Marr at all?
A: Not really. I mean, not to really talk about the numbers. We were pretty much at Jamal's number from our perspective, and I want to thank Caitlin Aoki, who works with me, who did an amazing job of valuing the contracts and doing all of the analytics. And, you know, she was very much involved, but she had nailed it. I mean, our numbers in early January were exactly what he came in at.
C: The guarantees in both deals are huge because typically the Bengals don’t structure deals like this. How important was that in the negotiations?
A: Well, it was very important. And I think, you know, it would not get done without the Bengals. You know, you have to thank Katie (Blackburn) and Mike (Brown) for trusting us and having the fortitude to say, you know what, this is something we need to do. And it was very important, obviously on Tee because we felt like he was somewhat stifled from free agency, and we knew going into free agency he could get, you know, probably the first three guaranteed. So I said you're going to have to at least do two (years fully guaranteed), you know, we'll make the concession there. But with Ja’Marr, that was pretty much a non-starter with the year he had had and the career he's had to this point. But it was important for both of them. But again, you know, kudos to the Bengals for seeing it and breaking their precedent, I'm sure that was tough. And, you know, I'm sure every player from now on is going to want this. But, yeah, that's a part of it.
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bitchin-beskar · 3 months ago
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Hiii! If requests are open,could I get a fic with our fave blue tin can man paz!! Maybe an alor! Paz and teacher! Reader au where theyre crushing on each other and the children try to get them both together?? Lots of teasing and just general cuteness?? There's not enough paz content on here 😔
Also hope you enjoy your tripp!!! Safe journey 😊
hi!!!! requests will always be open lol, I just cannot promise I'll get to them in any reasonable length of time.
CASE IN POINT
whew. it's been a long ass time. and I am super duper sorry about that. writer's block combined with a AO3 author's note cursed life has really put a damper on me getting anything productive done in terms of my writing.
NO MORE
so this is more of a drabble/ramble than an actual fic, but if you like it, (or anyone else), I will gladly make it into an actual full-length fic!
also tagging @catsnkooks cause I promised I would
without further ado,
Alor!Paz x Teacher!Reader au...
The snickering of small children sent a shiver down your back on the best of days. As much as you loved your students, they were not exactly the easiest to handle when they got in a mischievous mood.
But there was something different about this snickering. It was less stifled, like they weren’t trying to hide their scheming and plotting from you. It also sounded far too giddy, like your precious students had already gotten away with whatever they’d been plotting.
Turning around from where you’d been inscribing the lesson on the board, you eyed your students who were all huddled in a group, their little beskar helmets clinking against each other.
“Hibir’ike,” you called, watching with no small amount of amusement as they all startled and jumped to attention, the blank faces of around a dozen tiny helmets honing in on your unmasked face. “I haven’t even explained the lesson yet and already my students are eagerly discussing the topic.”
Your tone made it clear that you knew they were discussing no such things, but they didn’t seem to quite catch that nuance.
“O-Oh, of course, Baji!” A youngling by the name of Atii chimed up. “We’re super excited-OOF, Denaar, don’t hit me!”
The togrutan boy next to her looked unapologetic, the set of his shouders stubbornly still. “We’re ready to learn, Baji!”
Your eyebrow quirked, and you watched as your students squirmed, but none of them broke under your stare.
Unusual.
But, you weren’t going to look a gift fathier in the mouth, and you had a group of very attentive students in front of you, so you proceeded to turn back around to begin the lesson.
Not even five minutes later, you understood just what exactly your scheming students had been up to.
A knock sounded at the doorway, before a truly humongous Mandalorian stepped through, having to duck slightly to avoid hitting his horned helmet against the top of the door. Your eyes widened, and butterflies began to swirl in your stomach. Still, you managed to keep your voice mostly even as you addressed him.
“Su cuy’gar, Alor Vizsla.”
The classroom was entirely silent, your students practically vibrating in their seats. The poor alor didn’t even have a chance to react to your greeting before a bell rung loudly. You started violently, pressing a hand over your rapidly beating heart. Almost as a unit, your students stood, bowed to the Alor, before quickly filing out of the classroom as they headed to the gym for their recreation hour.
You waited, but after a few moments passed with Alor Vizsla saying nothing at all, you once more broke the silence.
“What brings you to my classroom, Alor?”
The hulking figure jolted slightly, as though he hadn’t been expecting you to speak.
“A-Ah yes, Baji’alor’adiik Beviin. I received your message-?”
Blinking, you felt your features twist in confusion. “Message? I’ve sent you no messages, Alor. And please, Baji is perfectly fine.”
His helmet tilted to the side. “You are the Baji’alor’adiik here, yes?” He waited for your nod before continuing. “I assure you, the message came from your comm code. Is it possible someone hacked you, Baji Beviin?”
You were already circling your desk, picking up your comm to investigate. You couldn’t remember the last time it was out of your sight, so the thought of being hacked was alarming. You clicked through your messages quickly, not seeing anything sent to Alor Vizsla. Then, you checked your deleted messages.
There, hidden amonst the various spam messages was a message that clearly had been sent to Alor Vizsla. You clicked on it with shaking fingers. Had you sent him a message when you were tired and forgotten it? Dear maker, what embarassing things could you have said?
But when the message loaded, it was clear to you just how that message had been sent to Alor Vizsla.
You dropped the comm on your desk, and buried your face in your hands. Your face grew unbearably hot in embarassment and you couldn’t bear to look at the Alor.
Warm hands covered in smooth leather cupped your shoulders, gently guiding you until you were leaning against the edge of your desk. You miserably let him move you, prepared for the lecture about letting your students get ahold of personal comm devices that was sure to come. What if he’d been in the middle of something important? It was absolutely mortifying, and you weren’t sure you’d ever have the courage to face the Alor again.
But then, gentle fingers tucked under your chin, lifting your face until all you could see was his helmet. He was far closer than you’d been expecting, and your face had to tilt up quite a ways to be able to look at him.
“Why do you hide from me, mesh’la?”
All the air in your lungs rushed out in a single breath.
His fingers stayed firm on your chin, not letting you look away as he leaned in close.
“A-Alor-”
“Paz.”
You blinked.
“Say my name, cyare.”
Shame bubbled up in you. “B-but I’m n-not worthy, no one of import-”
A low growl interrupted your stuttered speech. “I am the Alor. What I say, goes.” He paused. “Say. my. name.”
It came out in a whisper, barely more than a breath on the wind, but with his helmet so close, there was no way he hadn’t heard you.
“Paz.”
A shaky exhale sounded through his modulator, and his free hand slid down from your shoulder to wrap around your waist. Gently, oh-so-gently, he leaned his horned helm against your forehead.
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ginnsbaker · 2 years ago
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In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (18/22)
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Chapter summary: You navigate your way through your first couple and individual therapy session; Wanda convinces Yelena to see you one last time
Chapter word count: 6.6k | Tags: Therapy, Healing, Comfort | Ship: Wanda x Female Reader
Author's note: Welcome to the beginning of the end. P.S. I removed the warning section because there won't be too much angst for the rest of the story. Question is, will therapy be enough to repair R and her relationship with Wanda?
AO3 | Masterlist 
Next part: Nineteen
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Eighteen
Describing the situation as complex would barely scratch the surface.
Calliope has navigated her way through a myriad of couples' issues, from infidelity to lack of intimacy, to financial disagreements. Most couples she deals with fall into two categories: married and unmarried. Seldom does she come across a pair seeking couples therapy post-divorce, as most married individuals approach her with the intention of averting such an outcome.
Yet, you and Wanda defy convention.
Before the session began, Calliope handed you some forms to complete. The first one was pretty straightforward, requesting basic details like your name, birthday, address, and contact number. The second one was more challenging. It featured an array of questions, from your hobbies and life aspirations to your deepest fears. You spent nearly an hour wrestling with your responses while Wanda had her individual session in another room with Calliope.
Once Wanda emerged from her session, the evidence of her tears was plain to see on her cheeks. Swiftly, she attempted to erase the telltale tracks as you watched, and you instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulder, asking her if she was okay. Wanda assured you that she was, admitting that sessions like these sometimes stirred up unwanted emotions.
Calliope inquired if Wanda felt up to proceeding with the combined session, and Wanda nodded affirmatively, eager to start your journey together. Seeing Wanda's tear-streaked face made you anxious, but you mustered the courage to nod your agreement, informing Calliope that you were willing to give it a shot. 
The therapist offered a soft smile, asking both of you to wait for ten minutes while she briefly reviewed the answers on the forms you’ve completed.
And that leads to the present moment, with you and Wanda perched at opposite ends of the sofa, while Calliope observes from a neutral point of view.
Calliope begins with a gentle inquiry, “From what I gather, and from what Wanda has told me in our previous sessions, it appears that trust is the core issue bringing both of you here today, correct?”
Wanda affirms with a nod, but when she looks your way, she finds your gaze fixed intently on Calliope. You lift your hand,  prompting a gentle reminder from Calliope.
“There's no need to raise your hand here, Y/N. Feel free to voice your thoughts whenever you wish.” she says.
“Alright,” you say, and then you let your question fly. “How can we ensure this session remains unbiased?” It's a good point, but Wanda can't help but notice your deeper hesitance.
“Can you elaborate, Y/N?”
“You've been acquainted with Wanda for some time now,” you explain, “You've listened to her perspective on...on the issues we've had. How can I be confident that you'll be an impartial mediator in all this?”
“I see where you're coming from,” Calliope responds. “In all of Wanda's sessions, I've never taken sides with her or anyone else involved in her life. You can confirm this with her privately later if you wish. As a professional, I encourage you to question my credentials if at any point you feel your views are not being acknowledged or respected during these sessions.”
You look to Wanda to confirm Calliope’s claims and she offers you a small, reassuring smile. 
“Fair enough,” you manage to say, giving Calliope a nod to proceed. The corner of her mouth lifts subtly, acknowledging your permission.
“Before we start, let me ask,” Calliope says, her eyes flicking between you and Wanda, “Where are you both exactly at? Have you officially entered into a relationship?”
You feel a sudden heat rise to your cheeks, while Wanda shifts uncomfortably beside you. You’re taken aback by the directness of the question and glance at Wanda, hoping she might take the lead in answering.
Wanda clears her throat. “We've been... intimate,” she says, hesitating for a moment. “Uh, we… haven't put a label on whatever this is.”
“But we’re together,” you chime in, meeting Calliope’s gaze while sensing Wanda’s intense eyes on you. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a hint of a smile on Wanda’s face.
Calliope simply nods. “And living arrangements?”
You and Wanda exchange another look. “Well, we both still have our own apartments,” you say. “But we've been spending nights together, alternating between our places.”
Calliope purses her lips and nods again. She doesn’t comment on any of your answers and it sort of leaves you a little off-balance, wondering what she’s thinking.
“Alright,” Calliope claps her hands together and gets straight to the burning topic. “Going back to why we’re all here: trust. In relationships, trust forms the foundation. When it's damaged, it can feel like the ground beneath you has shifted. But with open, honest conversation and consistent efforts, it can be repaired.”
She looks between you and Wanda. “Let's explore this. How do you both perceive the trust issues in your relationship? There are no right or wrong answers here, just your feelings and experiences.”
Wanda looks at you nervously. She knows you’re the one who’s been grappling with the concept, and although it was poised for the both of you, it’s obviously a question for you.
“So, it's my problem, isn't it?” you start off, managing a dry chuckle. “Guess there's no sugarcoating that.”
You glance over at Wanda before continuing. “When Wanda...when she was unfaithful, suddenly, I was doubting everything—our past, our present, and especially our future.”
Calliope interjects gently, “Is that why you went ahead with the divorce proceedings immediately?”
Your gaze snaps to Calliope, taken aback by her knowledge about the swift divorce proceedings, before you quickly remember that Wanda must have divulged this information earlier.
“I was blinded by rage and hurt, and it was the only thing that would put me together at that time. I… I wanted to retaliate. If that makes sense?” you say. Wanda remains silent, her eyes downcast as your words fill the room. 
Calliope observes this and then turns her attention to Wanda. “And how did you react, Wanda, when the divorce proceedings were initiated?” she prompts.
Wanda takes a deep breath, her fingers nervously fiddling with a thread on her sleeve. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she finally responds. “I...I felt lost," she admits, her voice shaky. "I knew I had hurt Y/N terribly, but the reality of divorce...it hit me hard.”
“And so hard that you promptly agreed to it, didn't you?” you retort with a touch of sarcasm that you’re unable to hide. Before this session, you had reached a truce of sorts with Wanda, and your feelings for her had found a serene lull. But dredging up the past in this setting had reignited unpleasant feelings, making it difficult for you to keep the lingering bitterness at bay when it comes to her cheating.
“I tried to reach out to you, begged for you to talk to me. But you had already left, we didn't get a chance to fully discuss everything. You wouldn't even respond to me unless it was about the divorce,” Wanda explains, her voice filled with regret. “I didn't want to make it even tougher for you when it seemed like all you wanted was to get away from me. You only seemed to relax around me a little when I agreed to the divorce.”
You bite your lower lip as you relive those tumultuous weeks. Those were the days when Wanda consistently tried to reach out, and you responded only when you were having a 'good' day. 
A 'good' day was when you managed to get out of your room, shower, and eat an entire cup of oatmeal. The 'bad' days were characterized by either weeping yourself to sleep or drinking so heavily that you blacked out before dinner time.
Up to this day, you have no idea how you survived that. 
“Is that true, Y/N?” Calliope asks.
You nod, acknowledging the truth of it. You were a hard one to handle, and you made sure to drive Wanda to give you what you desired back then.
An uncomfortable silence follows your wordless answer, stretching on until Wanda musters the courage to break it.
“And, I mean, I thought we were... okay. Not perfect, but okay enough that it wasn't as painful, that we weren't crying every single day, that we weren't hurting all the time. But it feels like we're still stuck. I still love you, you still love me, and... we're still in pain,” Wanda's words tumble out, caught in a choke.
Your heart clenches at her words, and you covertly look at Wanda from your peripheral vision. Not for the first time, you wonder if this is really a good idea. If maybe, digging into this would just mean digging both of your own graves in the end.
Calliope remains quiet and gives you both a moment before speaking again. 
“What if we start from there? From the love that still remains?” she suggests gently. “Let's try to rebuild the trust from that foundation. Would that be agreeable to both of you?”
Your gaze shifts towards Wanda and you swallow, clearing the tightness in your throat.
“Like I said before,” you tell Wanda. “I can't guarantee that I won't lash out, or that I'll always be level-headed–”
“I understand, Y/N–”
“–And with that said, I want you to be yourself, Wanda. I don't want you to suppress anything because of me—out of some obligation to spare my feelings.” you say. 
Wanda averts her gaze to the floor, understanding the point you're trying to make. Riddled with guilt, she's been prioritizing your feelings above all else.
“I promise I’ll be honest with my feelings.” Wanda promises. You smile in response and then turn to Calliope.
“Alright, I'm willing to try," you murmur, your voice slightly raspy.
Calliope gives you both an encouraging look, “I recommend we commit to an initial 8 sessions and we’ll begin from next week. I'll provide you with some materials and exercises that might help you to communicate your feelings more effectively in these sessions and with each other. Remember, this is a journey and it's perfectly fine to take small steps. And sometimes we may even have to take a couple of steps back. Are you okay with that?”
You sigh in relief at the mention that the real sessions won’t be happening until next week. You wanted to prepare and internalize things so that you can at least have some control over your emotions. 
“Btw, Y/N, are you open to talk for a couple of minutes? I just want to go over some of your answers in the form.”
“Sure.”
Wanda gives you an apologetic look. “I have to return to the cafe. Will you be okay?” 
“Yeah, I’ll meet you, uhm–I’ll call later, okay?”
With a swift movement, Wanda leans in to give you a peck on the cheek, which you reciprocate somewhat awkwardly. She then bids Calliope goodbye and departs from the room.
Once Wanda leaves, there's a moment of silence as Calliope collects her thoughts. You gulp nervously, attempting to recall what you’ve written in those forms, but surprisingly, your mind draws a blank.
“Y/N, I appreciate your honesty in today's session,” she begins, her voice gentle yet firm. “Now, I just want to go over some of your responses in the questionnaire. There were a few areas where you mentioned feeling constant anxiety and bouts of anger. Do you think this is connected to the issues with Wanda, or has it been something you've been dealing with for longer?”
You hesitate for a moment, thinking back on the past few months. “I'm not sure,” you confess. “Ever since the incident, I guess I've just been in a state of constant confusion and anger. I’m not entirely sure how to describe it.”
“I see, it can be challenging to sort through your thoughts and emotions to identify the precise triggers for these feelings, especially considering you've been grappling with them for a while now. That's perfectly fine. Let's start with something more straightforward. How are you feeling right now?”
“I feel...conflicted,” you say slowly, the words spilling out with a weight you can't ignore. “Before coming here, I thought I was 100% ready to tackle everything, because I'm hopeful for what this therapy can bring us, but the thought of reliving Wanda's betrayal...it scares me. I don't want to harbor resentment, but I can't deny that it's still there, lying dormant. I still can't understand how she could do that to us.”
“Understand or accept?”
You shoot Calliope a puzzled look. That's a new perspective for you. The idea that maybe trying to understand is a lost cause, and the real battle is with accepting it.
“I… I don’t know,” you say. 
“That’s okay, we can tackle it some other time. Anything else?”
Your fingers drum against your knee, a nervous tick you've developed recently. “And then there's Yelena...I feel guilty about my own actions towards her. I know I betrayed her, and that only adds to the guilt of being with Wanda,... of choosing her.”
Your gaze shifts to Calliope as you continue, “Then there's this lingering thought of...timing. Are we rushing into this, trying to mend things so soon? I just... I don’t know.”
Taking in your words with a thoughtful expression, Calliope gently asks, “Given all these doubts and uncertainties you've just mentioned, Y/N, could you tell me why you agreed to attend these couple's counseling sessions with Wanda?”
You smile a little at the question. This is something you can easily answer.
“I’ve spent a year wrestling with my feelings for her, only to cause pain to someone else in the process because I was unable to face the reality that I’m still in love with Wanda. I believe I always will be,” you admit, rubbing at your temples. “I know she hurt me and what she did was terrible. I was angry and... and I still am, to a certain extent. But, underneath all that, I still care about her. I want us to be able to talk about everything, to deal with our issues together.”
“But more than anything,” you continue, staring at your hands, “I'm tired of trying to figure it all out by myself. So when Wanda suggested getting professional help, it felt like a new opportunity for me. A new way to... break out of this maze, this cage.”
Your words linger in the silence while Calliope takes a moment to digest them. Eventually, she nods and says, “Y/N, I think that's a great reason to be here. I’m glad to know you’re here because you want to and not out of some obligation to someone. We'll dig into these issues more in our upcoming sessions. I think we've covered enough for now.”
“How am I doing so far?” you ask.
“You’re doing great,” Calliope assures you with a smile.
The clock ticks loudly in the background as Calliope wraps up the session. As you rise from your seat, a wave of exhaustion washes over you. It's only the first day, and yet you already feel drained.
“I hope it wasn't too overwhelming for you, Y/N,” Calliope says. “I'm aware it's a lot to handle.”
“Overwhelming might be an understatement,” you joke, attempting to lighten the mood.
“The first step is always the hardest. I'll see you next week, okay?”
With that, you walk out of the office, a hint of new hope stirring within you. As you step into the dimming sunlight, you take a deep breath of fresh air. Pulling out your phone, you dial Wanda's number.
This journey's going to be a slog, but maybe, just maybe, it'll all pay off in the end.
***
Sunlight paints a warm tableau over the organized chaos of Yelena's workstation. 
A simple wooden desk houses a practical computer, a pot of pens, and a few scattered notebooks. Personal knick-knacks—a journalist's badge, a group photo, and a tongue-in-cheek “World's Best Journalist” trophy from her colleagues—sit next to her actual recent award, the Sidney plaque. These items add a personal flavor to the otherwise no-nonsense setup.
Yelena leans back, letting her eyes wander over the space she's called her own for the past couple of years. The office buzzes quiet chatter, the quick tapping of keys, and the odd ring of a telephone. It's been like a second home to her. It's where she made sense of complicated narratives and pieced together shards of truth. 
As her fingers trace the edges of the plaque, her mind drifts back to the day it became hers. A faint smile pulls at her lips, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She wishes she could have celebrated that victory with someone who once held a special place in her life, but now only resides in bittersweet memories. 
Busy gathering her belongings and tucking away the sentimental reminders of her time here, Yelena is interrupted by a figure stepping into her cubicle. It's the last person she expected to see on her last day at work.
“Wanda?” Yelena questions, surprise quickly morphing into unease.
“Heard it was your last day,” Wanda says, her gaze unflinching.
“How did you track me down?” 
“I have my ways, too,” Wanda answers with a sheepish smile.
“Sure,” Yelena shoots back, hastily stuffing her files into a box and crossing her arms in a defensive posture. “What brings you here, then?”
Wanda seems to falter for a second, then lets out a sigh. “I wanted to talk about Y/N.”
Yelena's heart tightens at the sound of your name. For weeks, she's tried to bury any memories of you—the good, the bad, the utterly heartbreaking. The absolute last thing she needs right now is a deep-dive into you, especially not with Wanda.
“I don't think that's a good idea,” Yelena pushes back, her voice edged. You were always a mistake. She was just too bull-headed to admit it.
“I know it’s too much of a thing to ask, but I need your help.” she says. “The way you two left things broke her. It's affecting her more than you think, and I thought you would want to know that.”
“Whatever happened between me and Y/N... our breakup, it's none of your business, Wanda. And honestly, after she clearly picked you, I'm surprised you have the nerve to come ask me for help.”
“I didn't come here because I wanted to, Yelena. And I know I’m being selfish, but… she needs help. And as much as it pains me to say it, I can't do it on my own,” Wanda admits, her face open and sincere.
Yelena's torn between her recent heartache and the residual feelings she has for you. The Sidney Award on her desk seems to taunt her, reminding her of what she'd achieved even when her personal life was falling apart. It was a symbol of her resilience and her capacity to move forward, even when life was doing its best to push her back.
“Fine,” she finally relents, leveling her gaze at Wanda. “But let's get one thing straight. This is the last time we're having this discussion. The last time I’m talking to any one of you. After today, I don’t want to see you or her.”
Though a little relieved, Wanda nods sadly. “Understood.”
***
The city lights are a comforting blur as you make your way back to your apartment after a long day. 
You’ve just hung up the phone with Wanda, who told you she'd be working late at the café tonight. They're revamping the menu, and she's eager to experiment with new recipes.
“That's great, Wands,” you’ve told her, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth despite the fatigue seeping into your bones. “Call me later when you get home, okay? Can't wait to sample those new dishes.”
Upon reaching your apartment and fitting the key into the lock, you notice the door is already unlatched. Warning bells sound off in your head, and you tentatively swing the door open, your senses heightened.
What greets you freezes you in your tracks. Perched on the couch, looking just as startled to see you as you are her, is Yelena. 
Her appearance brings a rush of memories and emotions, making your heart pound in your chest. Of all places, the last spot you anticipated seeing her was in your apartment, particularly given how things ended between you two.
Your last memory of Yelena in your apartment includes her hurriedly collecting her things, desperate to get away from you as fast as she could. You felt like a monster she was fleeing.
Truth be told, you still feel that way.
“Yelena,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper as you shut the door behind you. You throw your keys onto the counter, not tearing your eyes away from her. You're apprehensive that one wrong move might scare her off before you have a chance to voice all the things you've been longing to tell her.
“Y/N,” Yelena echoes, her voice as tender as it was during those nights she used to comfort you. There's an intensity in her green eyes that you've always found captivating. Now, it just makes you feel more uneasy. She stands, smoothing her jeans, never breaking eye contact with you.
“Why are you here?” you ask, inhaling deeply to steady yourself. Your fingers tighten around the strap of your bag, the material pressing into your skin, grounding you in the moment.
Yelena sighs, running a hand through her blonde hair. “I’m sorry for showing up unannounced. But I… I still have the keys so I just let myself in and waited for you to come home.”
“You still have the keys…” you repeat, your voice fading as you digest her words.
“Yes,” Yelena admits. Her tone is apologetic, but her gaze doesn't waver. “I've been meaning to return them, but I didn't know how to face you.” However, if Yelena were to be truly honest, there were plenty of opportunities for her to return the keys. Maybe she was holding onto them because it was the last string that tied her to you.
Silence engulfs the room as you both just study each other for a moment. You weren't quite sure what you'd expect to see the next time you saw her, but she seems to be doing alright, looking as stunning as she always does.
Finally, you find your voice. “What brings you here now, Yelena?” you ask, not unkindly–there’s only surprise, a potent shock from her sudden presence, a confrontation you're utterly unprepared for.
She draws in a deep breath, bracing herself. “I'm here because... because I spoke to Wanda," she starts, her words instantly triggering a wave of ice-cold shock coursing through your veins. “Well, she came to me.” 
“I kinda see now why it’s so impossible for you to get over her.” she adds, punctuated by a faint laugh, which resonates more like a sorrowful sigh–one of the most desolate sounds you've ever heard.
You see the uncertainty in Yelena's eyes, and it makes your heart ache. 
“I… I didn't send Wanda to you,” you clarify gently. “I wouldn’t–”
“I know, Y/N. I know you didn't,” she cuts you off, her eyes fixated on the wall behind you. “I was shocked when Wanda showed up. I wasn't sure... I'm still not sure if coming here was the right thing to do.”
Then she lifts her gaze, their depths, swirling with sadness, locked onto yours. You feel like you're being swallowed into a pit of despair. “After talking to Wanda, I realized I needed closure, Y/N,” she confesses. “And maybe you do too.”
Your chest tightens at the truth in her words. Yes, you both need closure, but knowing it and doing something about it are two different things, and you're not sure what to say.
The space around you suddenly feels smaller, each sound–your shallow breaths, the tick of the clock, the rustle of your clothes–seems louder in the silence that follows.
“I...I don't even know where to start,” you admit, your voice trembling slightly. “In all those weeks, when I was trying to contact you, I didn't really have a clear thought of what I wanted to say. But what I do know is that I owe you an apology for the rest of my life.”
Yelena’s face softens at that. It’s horrifying to imagine someone apologizing to her for all their days. It’s not what she wants at all. 
Seeking something to anchor you, you head towards the kitchen and retrieve a bottle of wine from the cabinet. As you pour wine into two glasses, you feel the weight of Yelena's gaze on you. It's as if she's trying to read your every thought, every intention.
“I'm sorry, Yelena,” you repeat, your voice steadier now. “I… honestly, I’ve got nothing better to say. I’m pathetic, aren’t I?” 
You extend the wine glass towards Yelena, and she accepts it swiftly, taking a hearty sip. A sense of déjà vu envelops you as you watch her. How many nights had you spent like this in the past? Sharing a drink, talking until the wee hours of the morning, figuring out your thoughts, your emotions. 
Now, they're just… gone.
“I don't need your apology,” she begins evenly, despite the pain that flashes in her eyes. “I know you're sorry. I can see it, I can hear it. But what I need, what I want to understand, is why... why you entered a relationship with me when you were still in love with Wanda. Why you lied straight to my face when you said you didn't love her anymore.”
The question hits home, and you’ve been asking it yourself since you kissed Wanda that night. It's a question that has haunted you through more sleepless nights than you can count.
“I... I was horrible to Wanda,” you sigh, finishing your wine on the second sip. “What I did, how I treated her... I thought that meant I didn't love her anymore. My actions told me I didn't love her. But the truth is, I was just angry. I was hurt, and I acted out in the worst possible way. I was, you could say, in denial.”
Your eyes flicker to Yelena, catching the flash of hurt that crosses her face. You press on, your heart heavy. “It took me some time, but I realized that underneath all the anger and the hurt, my love for Wanda never died. It was there, just... buried. I'm so sorry, Yelena, for dragging you into my mess. You didn't deserve any of it.”
“Did you ever love me?” Yelena asks, a tear slipping from the corner of her eyes. “Because it felt like you did. Maybe it wasn’t intentional, but it was there. We were happy… at least I thought we were.”
“I did love you, Yelena. I mean, I still do,” you confess, your voice low but firm. “But perhaps not in the way you deserved, not in the way I loved you before you left for the UK and–and before I met Wanda.” 
Your hands fumble with the empty wine glass. “I was so confused, so hurt. You were there for me, and I... I took advantage of that. And I'm sorry.”
Yelena makes a futile attempt to swipe away another tear that trickles down her cheek. But the tears are relentless, persistently rolling down one after the other, soon overwhelming her attempts to keep them at bay.
“We were happy,” you confirm softly as you look away. “And I will always cherish those moments with you. They’re the only silver lining in the fucking hell I went through the past year. I… I never meant to hurt you, Yelena. I wanted–”
I wanted it to be you, the words almost escape you. And it would’ve been the worst thing you’ll ever say to her. 
“But I wasn't, was it?” Yelena cuts in, as if reading your mind, her voice a choked whisper. She stands abruptly, pushing her chair back. “I was just... I was a placeholder, wasn't I? A distraction from your feelings for Wanda.”
Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of you. You're silent for a moment, struggling to find words.
“I...I didn't intend for it to be like that, Yelena. I didn't,” you finally manage to say. “I wasn't fair to you and I am so sorry for that.”
Yelena nods, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. She moves to her purse and pulls out a familiar keychain, placing it on the table in front of you. The keys to this apartment you once shared, this home you had together.
“When I came here, I thought it wouldn't hurt as much, but it does,” she says, her voice strained. “I'm sorry it didn't work out, Y/N.”
“Me too,” you respond, your eyes fixed on the keys. You can feel a lump forming in your throat, making it harder to swallow.
Before she steps towards the door, you find your voice once more. “Yelena?” 
She pauses, turning to look at you. 
“Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me?” you ask.
She gazes at you for a moment, her green eyes filled with a world of sadness. Then, she simply shrugs and turns to the door. “I don't know, Y/N. I just... I don't know.”
With that, she leaves, the apartment door closing behind her with a soft click that echoes painfully through the room.
***
“Hey, sis,” Pietro's tired face appears on her phone screen. It's been a while since Wanda last spoke to him. They decided to take a break from each other amicably, canceling their plans for the past week and the week before. 
He was upset about Wanda seeing you again, and she had a feeling he was the one who told you about her hospitalization—the one thing she made him promise never to reveal.
“Piet,” Wanda's voice is softer than she intended, the sight of her brother filling her with a mix of relief and apprehension. “It's been a while.”
“Yeah,” Pietro agrees, running a hand through his hair which is surprisingly back to its natural chestnut hue. “Sorry about that, by the way. I was a bit... heated.”
“That's one way to put it,” Wanda replies, her laugh forced and hollow. She studies her brother, his features softened by the faint glow from his screen. Despite their recent falling out, there's a comfort in seeing him again, a balm to a part of her she hadn't even realized was hurting.
Pietro huffs out a breath, scratching at his scruffy chin. “So… How are you doing, Wands?”
“Doing well, actually,” Wanda replies, her voice holding a certain calmness she didn't feel. “Though I think before anything, there’s something I need to ask you.”
A wary look flashes across Pietro's face, but he gives her a nod to proceed.
“Did you send that picture of me in the hospital to Y/N?”
For a moment, Pietro is quiet, the playfulness that usually shines in his eyes replaced by a kind of grave understanding. He sighs heavily before speaking.
“Yes. Look, I'm sorry, Wanda. Maybe it wasn't my place to send it,” Pietro says, the lines on his forehead deepening with unease. “But Y/N needed to understand the consequences of her actions, her effect on you.”
“She didn’t force me to do anything, Piet. I chose to take the pills–”
“But she took advantage of you. She knew how far you would go for her forgiveness. She’s not blameless,” Pietro interrupts, firm in his convictions. “And she needed to face the reality of her actions. It could be for her own good too–have you considered that?”
Processing his words, Wanda remains silent for a beat. When she finally speaks, her voice is laced with resignation. “I suppose you have a point.”
“How did Y/N react?” Pietro asks, his voice careful but insistent, as if treading on fragile ground. He's still not sure if what he did was right, but the fact that his sister hasn’t gone ballistic on him proves to be a good sign.
“She was... horrified, to say the least,” Wanda reveals, a tremble creeping into her voice. "She felt guilty, and she took some responsibility. But we... we also decided that we're not going to let our past control our future."
Pietro raises his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.
“We're giving our relationship another shot. But this time, we're going about it differently,” she explains. “We're attending therapy. Together.”
“Really? And how's that working out?” Pietro questions, his features softening.
“It's...tricky,” Wanda admits, her fingers idly twirling a loose thread on her blanket. “But it's a step forward.”
“I suppose... that's all I can hope for,” he concedes. “But Wanda, you need to make a promise to me.”
“What is it?” she stumbles over her words a bit, her heartbeat quickening.
“You have to promise me that if things don't work out, you won't let it drag you down,” he implores, his eyes betraying his vulnerability. "You've made so much progress, Wanda. And I... I can't stand to see you get hurt again."
“I promise,” she whispers. “I'm not the same person I was before. Whatever happens, it won’t erase the growth I've experienced over these months.”
“Good,” Pietro finally breathes out, visibly relaxing at her assurance.
There's a pause before his eyes regain their usual playful glint. “Alright, sis, we're still on for Christmas in LA, aren't we?”
She chuckles softly, the sound still a bit watery from their talk. 
“Yes, Piet, I am still coming to LA for Christmas,” Wanda confirms, before hesitating a second later. “And, um, I was wondering if… if Y/N could come with me?"
Pietro is silent for a moment, and Wanda finds herself holding her breath. She can practically hear the gears turning in his head.
“You're serious about this, aren't you?” His voice finally cuts through the silence, but it's devoid of any hints towards his own thoughts.
“I am,” Wanda affirms. It was important for her that Pietro understood this, even if he wasn't fully on board. She knew her brother had his reservations, but this was something she needed.
Pietro exhales, a small chuckle slipping out. “Okay, counter-proposal,” he begins, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “If you're dragging Y/N to LA, then I get to bring mom.”
At that, Wanda goes still. She had been estranged from their mother for a while now, her relationship with her complicated at best. But she knew how important family was to Pietro, and if she was asking him to accept you into their tight-knit circle, it was only fair that she did the same.
Now that she's making meaningful strides with you, she can start to tackle other parts of her life that have been quietly burdening her for years. Perhaps it's time to revisit those letters her mother has been sending. Maybe even write her back if she’s brave enough.
After a moment, Wanda finally speaks. “Okay,” she whispers, nodding to herself more than him. “Okay, we've got a deal.”
Pietro's laugh is loud and full of relief. “Awesome,” he grins. “It's a Christmas of reconciliation, then.”
With a few more parting words and a promise to see him soon, Wanda ends the call. 
It feels like she’s just crossed one hurdle. The rest, she'd take one step at a time.
***
Dear Mom,
It's been a long time since we last spoke. And, well, a lot has happened.
I've been doing a lot of work on myself lately. I've been seeing a therapist and I've been trying to sort through all these emotions that I've kept locked away for so long. The loss of dad, the hurt when you left Pietro and me... it's been tough, but I'm getting through it. I hope you've found peace wherever you are too.
Pietro and I are planning a quiet little Christmas get-together in LA, and he suggested we invite you. After some thought, I agree.
This letter isn't going to fix all the hurt or mend the broken bridges between us. Some days it feels like our relationship is just a distant memory.
But maybe it’s a start.
I'm ready to try, if you are.
Sincerely,
Wanda
Wanda's eyes lingers over the letter she just finished drafting, a silent war waging within her over whether to send it or not. But before she can talk herself out of it, she briskly folds the paper into neat thirds and slips it into an envelope. She pens her mother's address on the front with a surprising calmness.
Just as she’s sealing the envelope, a sudden knock on the door snaps her out of her reverie.
She rises from her seat, a flicker of surprise crossing her face as she moves to answer the door. Her breath catches as she finds you standing on her doorstep, looking thoroughly disheveled under the soft, dim hallway lighting. Before she can utter a word, you close the distance between you, pulling her into a desperate hug.
“Y/N...” Wanda breathes out, frozen in surprise for a moment. But then, her arms automatically wrap around your form, pulling you closer.
She can feel your body shaking slightly, a sign that something is terribly wrong. Concerned, she pulls away just enough to look at you, cupping your face gently with her hands.
“What happened, Y/N?” she asks, worry etched into her features. “Talk to me.”
With a soft murmur, you say a single name: “Yelena.” Instinctively, Wanda’s hold around you tightens. She hadn’t anticipated that Yelena would approach you so soon after their conversation earlier in the day, considering Yelena's initial reluctance to Wanda's request.
“Can I stay here tonight?” you ask, your voice barely more than a muffled whisper against the fabric of Wanda's shirt, which is slowly growing damp from your unrestrained tears.
“Absolutely,” Wanda replies softly, “Stay as long as you need.”
Wanda gently guides you through the apartment, leading you into the quiet comfort of her bedroom. The familiar softness of the bed and the comforting scent of the sheets, still perfumed with her, feels like the safest place on earth—exactly where you need to be.
Tenderly, she tucks you into the bed, pulling the comforter all the way to your chin. Your heavy-lidded eyes, burdened by the day's challenges, gaze at her while she lovingly brushes away stray strands of hair from your face.
Your response is to merely nuzzle closer to her, comforted by the soft strokes of her hand along your face.
Wanda begins to withdraw, intending to give you space, but she halts, looking down at you. “I... I'm sorry. About Yelena, I–”
“Don't, Wanda.” you interrupt gently, your fingers curling around hers.
She pauses, her eyes searching yours, her mouth opening as though to argue, but your words come before she has a chance. “Thank you,” you express, tears pooling in your eyes.
Your voice softens as you struggle with the next request, your gaze on her becoming almost pleading. “Can you… can you just... stay with me?”
Wanda catches the full weight of your request—it's not just her presence you're seeking, not just for this night. It's a plea she also yearns to make to you, but she understands that it's not the time for that yet.
She simply nods in response, slipping under the covers next to you. Her arm encircles you, drawing you closer into her warm embrace.
And so, you hold onto her throughout the night, never letting go.
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setmeatopthepyre · 2 months ago
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on repeat shuffle game
rules: put your "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and share the first ten songs, then tag 10 people.
tagged by @rcmclachlan & @a-mel0n, thanks buds!
Icaro É Libero by Mahmood an absolute banger that combines one of my favourite artists with one of my favourite myths. I don't speak Italian but from what I can tell the lyrics are poetic as fuck
2. Car Crash by Anna Nalick accidentally stumbled upon this album and proceeded to add the whole thing to my bucktommy breakup mix because ouch. it fits so well I even commissioned a gifset about it.
3. Incandescent Ruins by The Mountain Goats this one's on my 'inspiration for angsty tommy backstory' playlist. "you only see the jump cuts and the close-ups / you never get the aerial view / content to make me serve as an example / set up a sign or two on the trail / there's a lot of things that can happen / all for the want of the nail / shining on the inside, maybe"
4. Outta Time by Orville Peck "headed for the back, I meet a girl who's tryna shoot the breeze / she tells me she don't like Elvis / I say, I want a little less conversation, please"
5. Halloween by Noah Kahan a line from this song actually inspired pothos | pathos
6. Gravity by A Perfect Circle an old favorite album rediscovered recently, and this song is in the pothos | pathos mix "I fell again / like a baby unable to stand on my own / tail in hand / dizzy and clearly unable to just let this go / I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown / catch me, heal me, lift me back up to the sun"
7. Can I come home by Highasakite "can I come home / like someone new / like someone special to you?"
8. Una Noche Más by Blanco White this one's on a couple of my bucktommy breakup lists for sure & a ton of blanco white songs are on my antarct-fic playlist just for the vibes "there was a time that we had / tell me now how you feel / 'cause what we lost through the cracks / isn't lost, disappeared / so I hope for signs / any time I lie awake / and though you're tired of it all / you said it's alright to stay / una noche más / una noche más"
9. Bones Don't Rust by The Mountain Goats this whole album is fucking stellar andddd yeah this song is on the angsty tommy list too. also this song is such a bop it should be illegal "show up five minutes early as usual / work on just a couple hours' rest / your bones don't rust / they stay hard as diamonds / they cut through steel / they still sing when they're hungry / and they ache when they're angry"
10. Change of Time by Josh Ritter godd this song. I can't listen to it just once, it always has to go on repeat. "I had a dream last night / and when I opened my eyes / your shoulder blade, your spine / were shorelines in the moon light / new worlds for the weary / new lands for the living / I could make it if I tried, I closed my eyes, I kept on swimming"
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iantimony · 1 month ago
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twoweekersday
I did post last Thurs on neocities so this is combined! 3/27: got a rabbit foot fern at a museum event that I accidentally ended up at after dropping someone off at the airport. very excited to let it get all weird. waited to write this until I had a meeting with my advisor at 4pm Thursday: things sort of fixed but also not really! 4/1: lads it's been a rough one mentally. I did find a local fencing club! the on-campus club is mostly geared towards undergrads, which feels weird to me to be in now, and also meets at NINE PM ON WEEKDAYS. no thanks. the local one is all ages which feels like a better fit socially and at 6pm which is Definitely a better fit schedually lol. so I went yesterday and it was loads of fun and I will definitely be going back. more money sink hobby yayyyy
listening: 3/27:
newest clipping. album. bangers all around. favorite track I think ... Madcap? Maybe Polaroids? it's all really good I need to give it another listen to really dial that down. Run It also really good.
Tchaikovsky symphony no. 4, movement 1 is my favorite part I think but we're doing movement 1 and 4 for next orchestra concert :)
Doechii Alligator Bites Never Heal, favorite track predictably "Denial Is a River"
new friends at the table season!! I'm gonna do my darndest to keep up this time. I'm not done with episode 2 but should finish it by the time the new ep drops tomorrow (I think it's Fridays?). this is the worldbuilding so I'm really just kind of letting it ... wash over me ...
the new Chappell song. idk maybe I'm just a hater but it didn't tickle my brain, might just need to let it marinate more 4/1:
for now I have moved away from spotify because my hacked app no longer works...tragedy....so I've been spending a lot of time on bandcamp. legitimately good radio and music discovery on there! I will probably end up back on spotify for a bit to export my good playlists etc but like. bandcamp kinda whips.
Minds & Colors (mabanua): as in the first song's title, this feels like something you'll hear in a hip coffee shop. neutral groovy. favorite track: "On Everything", "Conflicting"
finally listened to Tallahassee (The Mountain Goats) all the way through: good album! I think I like The Sunset Tree better as an overall album. favorite track: No Children is the obvious banger but First Few Desparate Hours, Idylls Of The King, and See America right get honorable mentions. maybe I do like this as much as Sunset Tree lol that's a lot of honorable mentions.
Into the Hall of the Goblin King (Freshman Biology): whimsey! Some of the other stuff from this artist is discordant in a way that feels bad for me specifically unless I am in a specific brain state but this one is good. would love more classical music covers like this. 10/10.
Hildegard of Bingen: O Fire Of The Holy Spirit, Comforter: cannot explain this one
reading:
fallow on 3/27
There's Someone On The Ice (Sam Kriss): engaging read! Really loved the section that was a transcript of a governmental proceeding.
Into the Demiground (Margaret Killjoy): I do periodically think about nuking my facebook, etc, but a good point is made that having a suspiciously wiped clean online record can look a little weird. better to have it as a decoy sometimes. also we live in a society.
From Elfland to Poughkeepsie (Ursula le Guin): this article was cited by that Amber podcast I mentioned a few weeks ago as a criticism of Zelazny's prose style but bizarrely it does not seem to mention him specifically in any way at all. then again that guy didn't know who Ursula le Guin even was, so --
We put dozens of trackers in plastic bags for recycling. Many were trashed. (Matt Guttman, et al.): well now I am absolved to put all my stupid plastic bags in the normal trash, I Guess.
i'm the ghost of my mistakes (tentacledicks): (really good username that i only just now noticed): linked by the author in a shared discord server. I don't Go Here but I enjoyed it! mind the tags!
and finally, burial at sea, a beefleaf essay zine by tumblr user mengyao/ao3 user bloodletter/dw user headstone. my copy came in the mail with a spine ding (it looks like someone stabbed through the package?? it's super weird) but thankfully it did not impact legibility. I spent some warm afternoon hours on a towel on the grass outside my apartment building reading it, really good, 10/10.
watching: 3/27:
xisumavoid, hermitcraft !!!
Quiltcon 2025 transparency: literally obsessed with these.
tiffanyferg video on social media: i love you neocities i love you tumblr i love you dreamwidth
caroline winkler decluttering boyfriend's closet: I like her chill measured approach to it all. 4/1:
extreme amounts of xisumavoid hermitcraft.
playing: 3/27:
ohhh we minecrafting. added my favorite vanilla tweaks resource pack and my roommate found a mod to make all the hostile mobs not-hostile any more so we can actually get ender pearls, etc. it does not appear to be functioning in the nether? it's a work in progress.
blades in the dark!!!! frothing at the mouth. I love my girl Scud and I equally love the other characters Alastor (heart of gold, trying to save his sister from evil jail) and Barnabus (lawyer who wants to become a supervillain, literally a cartoony batman villain in vibe but in an extremely good way)
more boring dnd 4/1:
more mostly-vanilla minecraft, plus a new modded server with B and friends! I say mostly-vanilla for the first one bc we did add a mod to make the majority of hostile mobs not-hostile, lol. this does not work for slimes, magma cubes, or ghasts, for some reason. the other modded server is . lots of things happening in there huh. the first time I tried to go on by myself I got shot by ?? something?? so . hang on there's an screenshot of the minecraft server chat that makes this funnier. and then immediately logged off for the night :V
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making: 3/27:
kituba planning for my friend.....I need to order good arches watercolor paper for some tests that reminds me
dino bowl made it through the bisque, slapped it with clear and put her back on the shelf
threw a shaving bowl for boyf and two more sake cups to paint ferns on so my mom can have a set of 4. no pictures because taking photos of freshly done clay bowls is just flat circles lol but trust. they look good. I'm getting a lot more consistent. 4/1:
little milk pitcher for me, matcha bowl for roommate. this was my first time collaring clay and there are Definitely ripples in that thang but oh well. thinking about what kind of handle to put on it.
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eating: 3/27:
smitten kitchen soy glazed chicken. a classic.
maple and miso sheet-pan salmon with green beans, NYT. really yummy! made some microwave brown rice+quinoa to go with, and also a salad that was just greens topped with slivered almonds, a marinated artichoke heart, and kalamata olives with some balsamic vinegar. my cat wanted to eat the artichoke heart so bad. weirdo.
roommate made a Beautiful iced rose matcha latte for me. this was before I mixed it. so yummy too
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4/1:
finishing leftovers, cleaning out some cubes of soups, chicken and rice, etc that I froze this winter. mostly fallow I think ...
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Midnight Espresso [Podfic Version]
Happiest of birthdays to SPN FanFic Pond member @zepskies (Zeppelin_Skies on AO3)! I’m honored she enjoyed my take on her story “Smoke Eater” (Chapter 1) enough to pick another narration for her birthday gift prize! This go-round, I’m tackling “Midnight Espresso.” I apologize in advance for my Spanish! Dean would not be impressed. But, all that aside, it’s a great hunters-to-lovers fic. Have a listen!
Visit the story on tumblr or AO3 and don’t forget to give it some love! 
Learn more about SPN FanFic Pond and become a part of this amazing community of fanfic writers and readers: https://spnfanficpond.tumblr.com
~ Sandra
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Supernatural Fandom
Rated Mature (NSFW)
Dean Winchester/Reader
Summary:
You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.
[Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader]
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Subject Matter Disclaimer:  This podfic contains adult material of a sexual and graphic nature. Listener discretion is advised, and be mindful of the tags. Feel free to hop out of the backseat if that’s not your thing. Dean won’t hold it against you. More than likely, he or Sam or some other SPN character or any number of character combinations will be too busy holding other things against others to give it a second thought. If you’ve buckled up and are ready for the drive, please check your Bluetooth connections and/or plug in those headphones before the engine starts.
By proceeding, you understand that @idlingintheimpalapodcast is not responsible for any embarrassment, cringe, or adverse consequences that may occur as a result of the listener failing to conduct these checks.
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faejilly · 1 year ago
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @shadoedseptmbr ages and ages ago
tagging uh... i have no fucking clue. anyone who writes! no pressure! please blame me! @fancytrinkets @la-muerta @leahazel @jadesabre301 & ?!?!?
1: How many works do you have on AO3?
178 fics, since this is a fic writer meme.
2: What's your total AO3 wordcount?
1,193,590, with the caveat that that includes a collab fic of 190,409 words of which I was primarily writing only one of three POV characters. (And also one other shorter collab and the minimal amount of words required to describe the podfic/fanmixes.)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mostly Shadowhunters (TV) atm, a lot of BioWare Games (especially Dragon Age 2) and then a truly random smattering of smaller games and tiny!fandom prompts back when askbox games were more common here plus Yuletide/Fic Exchange Matches On Unexpected Things. (I think I've broken 20 fandoms on AO3, depending on how one counts the various DA sub-fandoms.)
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
These are all Shadowhunters and Malec fics. The first three are complete, the last two are WIPs.
two are halves of one
My only posted 5+1 fic, a series of outsider perspectives on Alec & Magnus & their very long day of denied cuddles/alone time. 😅
i cannot touch because they are too near
Parabatai Feels & Magic Lore! I wrote this for a Season 3B countdown event, and it's Magnus Being A Nerd and trying to figure out how this parabatai thing works. I snuck Jace and Michael Wayland feels in there kind of sideways too. I do think it's one of the most self-indulgent things I've ever written (epistolary! melancholy comfort! No Plot!) with many thanks to @rutherinahobbit because she helped me land the ending.
with an if in its soul
So I killed Alec off-screen right before the fic starts, and proceeded to keep poor Magnus very upset about it for the following 22k words. (It gets better! I promise! No one stays dead!) I got many angry and wailing comments, I have never been so proud. (This one suffered from very dramatic scope creep while I was trying to write it, which amused tumblr a lot, and this time I have to thank @poemsfromthealley for helping to make it work. And also the blurb, because I just could not figure out how to post it for ages.)
i am for you
Epistolary!Fluff Fic that was supposed to be a bit of a missed connection thing for @pameluke but Alec instead proposed to Magnus on first sight and I just kind of went with that instead. /I am not in charge of the voices in my head
It is the first fic I ever had really break containment and get a lot of engagement/comments/subs/etc. It has been out-kudosed now, obviously as it's #4 on this list, but that's only because I killed the momentum and never finished it. 😅😅😅 ISTFG I am going to finish it some day though!
if broken hearts were whole
From a soulmates/massage combined prompt meme thing ALSO for @pameluke. I got stuck on this one largely because I had three different prequel/s1 retellings in my head at the same time and I kind of tangled them all up too much to get any of them done. I will eventually figure this one out too, but I may have to finish one of the other things to sort of clean my brain out, and I haven't managed that either.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
In theory? I got hung up on a comment from an FTH bidder the year I failed to finish my FTH fic, and didn't want to reply to their comment 'til I wrote their fic?
which doesn't make much sense, but brains are weird, so there we are
someday I'll answer the backlong. it's only like two or three years at this point? 😅😭🤣
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
so about uh... five years ago? there was a really popular gifset format from an Elizabeth Hewer poem called in one timeline and I haven't the faintest idea how to gifset so I wrote a fic for Malec instead. [ao3]
I have written other things which Have Angst, but for me I tend to ease the ending... this is one of the few where I didn't.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Everything Else! (Almost)
I think, as an exercise in the true form of Happily Ever After, I'd have to go with Fine Feathers, which is an epilogue to a Georgette Heyer Regency Romance novel I did for Yuletide 2016.
8. Do you get hate on your fic?
Not usually. I don't even get people yelling at me to update on my WIPs, which may be hateful but isn't the same thing 😅
/and I'm certainly not complaining about either of these things, but I wish I knew how I avoided The Discourse™️so I could do it on purpose
9. Do you write smut?
I used to pretty regularly. I was even known as a smut!fic writer when Dragon Age Fandom and I were mutually more active together. Not so much (on either the writing quantity or the requests for more smut) for Shadowhunters.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Mostly no? I did two very short ficlets for Bingo Squares. I do still believe that Leverage is the Fix-It Fandom that fits everywhere and thus only kind-of counts as a crossover, plus I wrote a Shadowhunters / Inception bit with Ariadne as a Warlock.
I do also enjoy a good fusion fic, aka using a different canon as an AU setting, rather than combining characters from two settings.
For example: Shadowhunters Characters as BAU Agents from Criminal Minds!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of? I've seen it happen to co-authors though, and other friends
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! I am still stunned and amazed and delighted by this!
Batty_Blue translated several of my Shadowhunters fics into Russian:
a flower of always i cannot touch because they are too near trust your heart ashes of angels / ashes of roses
And Pomyluna translated 'First Choice' into Polish
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Yes!
Only once successfully (aka one and done and finished and posted), and that was entirely thanks to my co-author Raph. 😅 (Against All Odds for @galedekarios back when I knew her as Chignon on an actual forum prior to tumblr. She's who got me onto tumblr, so if you met me here? That's her fault. 🥰)
I have started things with people a few times that never got posted, and there's a massive Mass Effect retelling on potentially permanent hiatus, though all three of us do hold out hope that someday our lives will align again. (Persephone Rising)
14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?
Me & Sleep
(Sorry, can't do it, can't choose. Beware My Armada. With a couple ancient ship leviathans which can raise themselves from the deep with the slightest provocation.)
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Every thing I have ever posted (except for 12 Moons) is something that I do in fact hold out hope I will eventually finish.
Things I have not started posting are too numerous to count and/or list. Sometimes they come back. Sometimes they are fertilizer for other things that will be written later.
16. What’s your writing strengths?
Dialogue and hopeful melancholy? I get a lot of compliments on emotion/mood, and I do feel like I am usually pleased with the, idk, vibes of most of what I write.
17. What’s your writing weaknesses?
Plot & structure! What is? How do? What do you mean I have to have things happen rather than just reacting all the time?!?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I have done it with mixed success and there are definitely ways to do it more accessibly than I did. It can add a lot, but you do have to think about the execution.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Uh. I think Lois & Clark back when I was a teen!jilly. Either that or Sailormoon when I was a slightly older teen!jilly?
In terms of posting in public, it was Bioware something, either Mass Effect or Dragon Age: Origins back around when Thing 2 was born. And he's 14 now, so... 😅
Orion's Belt, I think? I didn't originally post it on AO3, and then I deleted myself off the internet for awhile, and then I re-uploaded everything, and I'm bad at time in the best of circumstances, which that clearly was not, so it might not have been that one specifically but it was close.
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
I CAN'T CHOSE JUST ONE WTF
As a formative event/process, I have a certain enduring fondness for Lost for Words, which was like the first fic I really wrote while in fandom... I was social about it and posted while I was writing and finished (eventually) and it is still the longest single story I have ever written. (Tho I am for you will beat it out when I finish that.)
It's not particuarly good from the perspective of who I am as a writer some dozen years later, but it's sincerely meant cotton candy, at least. 🤣
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cirqosmos · 1 year ago
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As of 12 Jan, 2024 — I won't be exhaustively tagging everything in my works to avoid possible spoilers (except for certain warnings that I do not see as a spoiler, or major warnings in the masterlist) that may ruin the element of surprise, but a further rating method I created will be implemented for reader discretion. My expectation is that you, as the reader, will use your best judgement regarding your reading experience after reading this post.
[ content. ]
Explanation, things I write about.
My usage of disclaimer/content warning/reader discretion.
My rating method ; the four suits.
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— explanation, things I write about.
I'm mainly a dark author, and partly experimenting other genres/stuffs like fluff, as my navigation post suggests. But the dominant part of my project blog consists of dark unsettling tones. So I assume my readers know by default that I depict dark stories in graphic detail. It's a big part of my work. Part of my writing style includes descriptive imagery when I see fit.
If reading about any of these makes you uncomfortable, then my work will not be to your taste.
; yandere × noncon; toxicity; mental health issues/disorders (depression, dissociative identity disorder, psychopathic, sociopath, narcissistic, etc), self harming, depression; abuse (human/animal, pet) ; incest; sexual themes surrounding minors; pedophilia (only for my mcs and ocs); gore; cannibalism; suicide/murder (self immolation, strangling, varieties usage of weapons including knives, etc.); heavy blood/gore.
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— my usage of disclaimer/content warning/reader discretion.
In my masterlist or oneshots, you will see a disclaimer along the lines of the following:
“By proceeding to read my works after checking the dictionary of suits, you've accepted and agreed that you may see anything listed respectively under the four suits.”
“This work/project has incorporated elements/scenes that some readers may found extremely distressing & upsetting. But the author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.”
“See respective installments for relevant warnings where applicable — Stories published on this blog are not exhaustively tagged for their entire content to prevent spoilers. See here and proceed at your own risk.”
Major warnings are always included in the masterlist of a particular work, and I do not repeatedly warn for them in the chapters. It spoils the entire thing: As I've said before, my intention is not to blindside anybody, and my main concern always has to do with spoiling and ruining potential twists.
I will be tagging accordingly but not exhaustively which then brings us to the rating method I've created.
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— my rating method of content/reader discretion.
a method I've carefully thought of to tackle down the troubles of addressing specific tags for the events/scenes in a episodic format and/or oneshot. guidelines;
[ method ; cards of suits. 「♤♡♧♢」 ]
♤♡♧♢ : each suit corresponds to their respective warnings.
a single suit could appear in episodes that has the following warnings;events;elements—a combination of them is pretty explanatory—it gives you a slight clue/heads-up on what a story may contain/what you can expect.
the amount of a particular suit in a rating determines the fatality; ( ♤ ) indicates a low-tier warning, but a (♤♤) is a high-tier. ⇆ 「♡♡♧♢♢」 indicates that a particular scene has grown into a volume of an extremely upsetting, triggering, and disturbing events, which may not be suitable for some readers.
for example, classic lovesick episode 8's rating may contain 「♡♤♢」 ; you may check the dictionary of a particular/combination of suits. To sum it up, the suits will provide you a slight heads-up/clue on what may appear but not exactly what, and so the element of surprise are still preserved. I believe this still creates a reader discretion all while creating an air of suspense and shock. Subjectively, it's the same as playing a survival death game, but by knowing through a tall board across from you listed with a "what may happen;cause/method of your death" if you ever fail rather than being given an exact list/or knowing nothing about it and/or, which increases the suspense, fear, and danger.
Of course, not everyone shares the same opinion! But it was through this belief that I resorted to this rating method. After reading all that, please proceed to the dictionary.
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Mainly inspired by @/cb97percent since i share the same perspective as her regarding that, some of the sentences/paragraphs here belongs to her, i only revised most of it into my own words! The rating method are entirely mine, inspired by Alice in Borderland if you're curious.
Please use your best judgement regarding consuming my work. If you do not see my rating method as a sufficient method to guide your reading experience, then by all means, you are free not to read my work. I appreciate you respecting my choices as an author, and thank you very much for showing interest in my work.
signed on 12 jan 2024! ✒️
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tealeves · 2 years ago
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15 Questions/Get to Know Me ask game tagged by @elizabethrobertajones
1. Are you named after anyone?
Not anyone real. I’m named after both an anime character and a star wars EU character.
2. When was the last time you cried?
Today. Lol. Things are rough.
3. Do you have kids?
Oh god no, I’m too young. Someday I’d like them though, maybe, if I get through my own trauma and find a partner who wants them too. If not then I’ll just have two cats.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
oh, not at all.
5. What sports do you play/have you played?
Mostly solo stuff - I did track and field for a year and discovered that my knees are fucked, and I did archery for I think two years after that, which ruled.
6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?
Probably what they’re wearing! I love looking for cool outfits. Adidas slides make me cringe though (sorry)
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
False binary. I like both at different times and in different contexts.
8. Any special talents?
Ahahahaha...uh... probably writing, both fic and academic. I get a weird amount of compliments and accolades. A shocking amount of people say my fic reads like poetry, hence the username...
9. Where were you born?
Utah. Ew.
10. What are your hobbies?
Bookbinding, writing, cooking, knitting, reading.
11. Do you have any pets?
Yes! I have a cat named Clio, though my parents have kind of stolen him from me. :(
12. How tall are you?
6ft
13. Fave subject in school?
English and History. I then proceeded to get a degree in History, and now I’m sick to death of it.
14. Dream job?
I’m studying to be a librarian, which I’m very happy about. It’s an excellent combination of teaching/literature/community service.
15. Eye color?
Boring brown.
I don’t really feel comfortable tagging anyone....sorry....
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greersarchive · 3 months ago
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Remember, ignore everything Freud said. Just... like, all of it. Yes, even the stuff about the subconscious. Especially the stuff about the subconscious. There may be subconscious processing in your brain, but it's got blown *way* out of proportion. Right now the top theory on WTF a dream is basic boils down to your brain solidifying shit in long-term memory (LTM). See, contrary to popular belief, long-term memory doesn't have to be that long. Short-term memory (STM) is generally thought to last for about 30 seconds or so, tops. STM is when you try to remember a phone number long enough to dial it. Anything longer than that is LTM. So why do some things in long-term memory not seem to stick around for... well... the long term? Well lots of reasons! Sometimes it's just because you can't access the memory. To retrieve a memory, you basically need to look it up somehow. It's kinda like Tumblr. Your brain might tag a memory with anything it's remotely associated with. You gotta access the tag to get at the memory. But what if you post on Tumblr every lunch you ever had, and they're all tagged "lunch"? Well searching the lunch tag is going to get you all the lunches in no particular order. They all blend into each other. Hence, unless something specific, with a better tag happened, or some combination of tags, you can't retrieve the memory you want. This is one reason why people advise studying in multiple environments. The more retrieval cues you can associate with a memory, the more likely you are to be able to access it later. Related to this is the idea of consolidation. That's when your brain takes the relatively fragile memories in your hippocampus and solidifies them. How? Mostly through those sorts of associations! Rather than being stored in your bitty little hippocampus, they get woven in with your other memories via association and memory traces become spread throughout the brain. Over the course of months and years, these memories can become more and more stable this way. This is also why, when people suffer a head injury, they sometimes forget what happened in the hours or days proceeding. Those memories weren't consolidated yet and were more prone to loss. Dreaming is thought to be related to memory consolidation. There's a common saying in neurology: what fires together wires together. This is great for forming associations in real-time. When two things happen together often enough, it makes sense to think they're related and so physically relate them in your brain. But it's also what happens when you consolidate memories. So your brain is trying to take your memories from the last day/week/year and associate them with... well whatever else in your memory makes sense. So you have a lot of different memory areas in the brain firing at once trying to form and solidify associations. It's no surprise the end result is... weird, given these thoughts, memories, and ideas don't have any real connective tissue besides what you apply trying to make sense of it all. And, yeah, sometimes it can be disturbing. There's disturbing shit out there you've seen, heard about, or, regrettably, experienced. That's gonna be part of it. It doesn't mean anything except that you are aware disturbing things exist.
Former Cog Psych grad student... away! *flies into the air and into a ceiling fan*
idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it
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kyanako5972 · 2 months ago
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2024 Fic Review
I was tagged by @m34gs (here). (I had this drafted right away, but then I put it off for a few months...)
Statistics:
My Top 5 Fics by Hits:
Order of Attack (3607)
Final Judgment (1271)
Order of Attack side stories (691)
An Adult in Puerto Rico and Haiti (314)
A much more restricted existence (309)
My Most Bookmarked Fic: Order of Attack (38)
How Many Words I Wrote in 2024: 98,099
Question Stuff:
What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024? The fact that I wrote at all. In December 2023, Beans filled my request, making me want more. So I tried my hand at writing, and then I decided that fanfic writing isn't for me. Not even a week later, I continued the fic. And then the ideas just kept flowing.
What was the most enjoyable to write? I said my piece here, in a reblog game turned ramble. A moment of rage was a variation of a short scenario refitted for the "Order of Attack" AU. It seemed to write itself... Conversation was a fun one to plan out, arranging every Minigram (4koma) interaction of my favorite two characters. Simultaneous Attack was my first attack fic, which I wrote over my lunch break and proceeded to hold over my mutuals until I had it revised neatly. The way the mutuals exploded was so satisfying.
Which fic is the most underrated? I'd say Nightmares on Loop and Hide and Seek. Both are over 1K words but have less than 100 hits. There are fics with fewer hits than those, but they were meant to be small. These ones took several days to write. Maybe the issue is that "Nightmares on Loop" is too focused on Amane's gritty backstory and "Hide and Seek" is a crossover about an easily-forgotten moment.
Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened? - Simultaneous Attack had an ending that would establish it as an alternate beginning to "Order of Attack," but I cut it because it was too different in tone from the rest of the work. - I wanted to make an alternate ending to You Thwarted Their Destiny in which Amane chooses to save Fuuta instead of Mahiru. - I wanted to write Trial 2 of Lights, Camera, Make a Wish! if that counts. I still might if I get motivated. - Conversation - Amane was going to admit that she didn't try to break out of Milgram because it's much better than her home life. I wrote myself into a corner with that one, so I changed it so she tells Fuuta that he was the only one who wanted out in Trial 1.
Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to? Hmm... I have a list of titles/concepts, so let's see... - "Hated in the Nation" - Fuuta's backstory except it's combined with Black Mirror: Hated in the Nation. I made a post about the similarities here. - "Horror Show" - AU where Amane, Fuuta, Mahiru, and Mikoto meet before MILGRAM and hang out in the woods but get ambushed by a bunch of Jackalopes in trench coats. I wrote a snippet for the time-loopy Whumptober (without Mikoto). - "Amane in Hoenn" - Rustboro City is analogous to Fukuoka, where Amane lives, so wouldn't it be nice to send our girl on a Pokemon adventure? But how would she even get started, giving her horrific situation? (Now I have an idea, but back then, I was stumped.) - "Halfway to a Civil War" - Long Live the Queen! Finally, something that isn't Milgram. So I actually did get around to it... In February. But that means I didn't work on it at all in 2024.
Any WIPs that never got published? A bunch of Wishgranter Amane fics (don't ask). "If You Had Been There" and "The First Trial" are also quite big for me, so I might take a while longer with those.
Share a snippet from a WIP fic? The clouds in the sky parted, and the sun cast shadows at a slightly lower angle. This was the cue to head home. After one last pet, Amane stood up and placed the cat on the chair- Okay, one last pet. And another. And another. And-
Which fic was the one you were most excited to write? "Order of Attack" of course. It's my brand.
Fic hopes for the New Year? Finish the two big WIPs. "If You Had Been There" and "The First Trial"
Tagging: Open tags! I mean, it's a bit late for a recap. Heh.
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jadegreensworld · 1 year ago
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Always keep your eyes open when you are yard saling or thrift shopping. You never know what you'll find.
I found that hematite necklace at a thrift shop for $4. $4! The entire necklace is hematite! I have many options ~ I can keep it as is and wear it. I can take it apart and make several things from it ~ a different necklace, multiple necklaces, keychains, earrings, bracelets, or any combination of these. Here's an idea! I could make my very own pendulum! Now, that's a thought!
I love making pendulums, they are so much fun!
The bracelet, I found at another thrift shop. This one I found a little differently. Before I entered the shop, I told my guides that I was looking for crystals and asked if they would help me find some. I proceeded to enter the thrift shop with my hubby, and as I was looking around, I glanced through the two towers of jewelry as I walked by.
Every time I walked by, I'd look through the towers, but it was pretty fast. I realized on one pass by the towers, that I was being 'directed' to the towers. This time I took my time to really look through every piece of jewelry. I became excited when I noticed this bracelet! The first thing I noticed was the beautiful amethyst. The second thing I noticed is that it had a total of six crystals in it. Six! I immediately thanked my guides and checked the price tag. $2, it was only $2! I was so excited!
The amethyst and turquoise are the only ones that I really recognize, so I'm going to do some research on the rest of them. If and when I find out what they are and you'd like to know, leave a comment, and I'll make another post about it.
NOTE: Always, always remember to cleanse your crystals before using them. Charging them would be great, too!
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elucubrare · 3 months ago
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@idionkisson said, re: my very last tag, if you wanted to share any more mean thoughts about this tendency vs. the way people talk about AI art, yk, just sayin, i'd love to read em 👀
DISCLAIMER: I don't think the current usage of AI art is good. I think it further contributes to the devaluation of the artist's intent. that said, the thesis of this post is that there was a strong anti-intellectual and anti-academy vein of thought that prepared the way for the view that AI art is a full replacement for human-made art.
so, there was an age of the internet where every other tumblr post, it seemed, was about how this artistic-looking thing had happened "accidentally" or was done by an amateur, or described an artist with a decent amount of recognition and respect in the art world as "this guy," as in "this guy spent a year making a map that is the territory" - the one i'm immediately able to find is this crystalized book, by the artist Catherine McEver.
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it went viral on tumblr as "a book that fell into the ocean" (and on facebook as "an ancient bible that's still readable", which is v. funny because that book is clearly less than a hundred years old, and i would warrant less than 10). there was also a really cool artwork with less easily googable keywords - someone (eta: thanks to @zukriuchen it's Brian Fanner) made a beehive with internal structuring so that it would look like a heart when opened, which people posted as "a beehive that went back to nature" or something. this supposedly accidental production of works that evoke emotion in the viewer was contrasted to "modern art", which was viewed as sterile, emotionless, overly intellectual, and inaccessible. Only that which Nature creates, or which people create accidentally or without study is "true art".
to some extent, this is a reaction to the way art, especially making money in art, has become genuinely inaccessible - much studio art is taking part in a really long conversation that you could probably trace back to the walls of Lascaux if you wanted, and it is really hard to make your way as a working artist.
(NOTE i am not going to say "due to capitalism" here - the way you could make your way as a working artist without being born rich in the Renaissance was "being adopted as a pet artist by a nobleman" or "getting commissions from the Church" and in the 18th and 19th centuries it was "selling portraits to rich people" or "making a whole bunch of sentimental prints that sold well". we are not well-served by inventing past utopias.)
but that, combined with a shallow reading of the death of the author (not "the author's point of view on their own work is a single reading & not necessarily the most valid one" but "the only thing in a work is what any individual reader sees there"), ends up valorizing things the author "didn't see" in a work ("did they know how funny this is????" about a deliberate contrast in tone in a scene is part of this too), because it allows the reader to feel smarter than the author - they just put down the proceedings of their soul, the reader decodes it and finds the truth!
So, to return to AI. AI art does not have the same intentional choices behind it as human-made art. i won't argue that. but there are AI pieces that get reblogged without people knowing, with tags that indicate that it made the reblogger feel something, and then as soon as they find out that it's AI they decry it as soulless. but didn't it make you feel something, before you knew it was AI? is there a difference, in the initial experience, all arguments about copyright aside, between a computer randomly collecting billions of bits and outputting an image and "this guy put ink on ants' feet, what they created will amaze you"? both of them are art without intent.
again, I am arguing purely on an experiential level. there are ethical concerns about AI art, and functionally, there IS still a human actor who thought of putting ink on those ants; ant-foot art is not going to take over the internet. still, it's extremely jarring, after years of reading people downplay artists' skill, intent, and years of study, often phrased as an attack on the "fake" art world, to read them now talk about how the artist's intent and experience is paramount.
there's this horrible school of attempted literary criticism on here that holds that 1. everything in any given author's work is autobiographical, especially if it seems "real" and 2. those themes seeped into the work subconsciously, revealing something about the author that they're either trying to hide or unaware of themself. it drives me up a wall, since it seems to deny the fundamental skills that make people good writers: the empathy to imagine and portray experiences that one hasn't had oneself and the ability to take one's personal emotional experiences or worldview and fold them, consciously, into the unworked clay of a narrative.
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nazezdha321 · 5 years ago
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Okay so a lot of my friends are asking me about my fanfic writing tips and I thought someone else might want see them. Here, then, are my personal 9 tips for aspiring fanfic writers. 
1. You always get better with time. The first thing I wrote? It sucked. One of my recent works? It’s legitimately one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. The more you learn about and practice writing, the better you are at it. It’s just that simple. 
2. Your favorites are not going to be everyone else’s favorites. That does not mean you should not be proud of your works. Your successes are measured partially by kudos, sure, but mostly by what you think about your fics. Some of the fics I’ve written that I love are fics that haven’t been recognized with a lot of kudos and I’m fine with that because I’m proud of myself for writing them. 
3. Comments. Oh god. Comments have the potential to ruin someone’s day and the potential to make it. That’s an enormous power. First of all, do not hesitate to delete plain negativity. However, you should accept concrit (constructive criticism). It can sometimes be hard to distinguish negativity and concrit, so my advice is always to respond politely. Most of the time, the person who wrote the comment will respond, and that will usually be a pretty clear indicator of whether it’s concrit or negativity. Explain your choices, if you feel you need to, and acknowledge them if they have a point. For commenters -  please remember that authors are people too!! If it’s a kind comment, especially if it points out specific details, I like to respond something along the lines of ‘thank you for reading and commenting’ as well as specifically addressing parts of their comment, but you don’t need to. 
4. Write what you want to read. Writers, fanfic or otherwise, have great power. Use it. Also, people often put prompts on Tumblr, so look around and see what you find! 
5. Do your research! It helps with the Fandom Imposter Syndrome (as is referred to by Sanctuaria, one of the authors on Ao3), as well as making your characters less OOC. Also, including a scientific explanation is pretty cool because it adds a level of reality to your work - of course, if all else fails, we can always include a ‘space magic device.’ If you’re going to quote a movie/book/TV show/whatever, go back and rewatch/reread/whatever the scene to make absolutely sure you got the quote right!
6. Adding on to that, read a lot of other fics, and go back to the source material and read/watch/listen to it for inspiration. Also, think of critical plot points where a character has to make a tough decision. The ‘what if they made the other choice’ is both popular and entertaining to read, if done well. Inspiration for writing comes from everywhere - including real life.
7. Get a beta, or put your fic through Grammarly or proofread it yourself! Grammar and spelling mistakes make your fic less enjoyable. My beta is my sister, but I usually put my fic in Grammarly as well. Proofeading it yourself is not highly recommended because our brains suck at picking out our own mistakes. It’s fine if you have a few mistakes here and there - we’re all human - but it’s really distracting to have errors all. over. the. place. Lots of people find betas online, and lots of people have their IRL friends and family beta. It just depends on your preference. You can have multiple betas, if you like. 
8. Get to know the site you’re on! This probably goes along with do your research, but this is incredibly important so it gets it’s own paragraph. For instance, on Ao3 (Archive Of Our Own) writers put tags for relationships on their work. The & symbol means it’s a platonic or otherwise non-romantic and non-sexual relationship. The / symbol mean it’s either a romantic and/or sexual relationship, not platonic. I cannot tell you how many times these get confused (and reasonably so!). People often filter out relationships based on the & and / symbols on Ao3, so make sure you get them right. You should always, always make sure you understand how to tag something before you post it. (This goes for all sites, of course, but I’ve never posted anything on another site so if you’re a ff.net or Wattpad user, feel free to add to this). 
9. Have fun! 
If I missed anything or you’d like to add your tips and tricks, I encourage anyone to reblog and add to this!
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