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Pink Scarf - Epilogue (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEX. FLUFF (!!). Cussing. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Oh, lord, here we are. THE END. It seems highly fitting that it all comes to a close on our man's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELVIS DARLIN') 💗 So here's some tooth-rotting, sexy fluff for you because I love them and I love y'all.

I have heard your requests for a paperback/ebook loud and clear (ahhh, thank you!) and can tell you I am writing bonus material as we speak and working on the process of self-publishing through Amazon. I will warn you that the physical book is gonna be HUGE (my estimate is close to 600 pages with the bonus material added 😂), but that does mean the cost of the physical book will be a little spendy (not outrageous or anything) because of the cost of printing. Just wanted to let you know in advance!

Also, I know in the past that people were interested in me dropping in for a Q & A type thing on Discord or Twitter Spaces to talk about Pink Scarf...is this something y'all are interested in still? (If not, totally okay!) Let me know in the comments if that sounds like something you'd want!

I sincerely hope y'all will stick around for my next projects as I try to get my writing career off the ground. I'm hoping to soon have a website and an Amazon page up and running soonish so you can follow my other works. I'll keep you posted! Y'all are the OG's and the best fans a girl could ask for! 💗

If you so desire, you should now have the ability to tip my blog or different chapters in the story! Of course, no one is obligated to do so! If you do choose to tip, thank you so much! I've never had anyone want to pay for my work before, so this is a big step towards my romance novelist dreams. 💜

Finally, and I can't say this enough, I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support and generosity. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

I also want to give a special shout out to my flower, Daisy, @powerofelvis for keeping me sane (relatively lol) and on track throughout this whole process. Thank you for all your encouragement and love (and for listening to me scream into the void), baby! 💜

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I know I'm terribly slow at getting to them but I love every single one!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my AO3 account, as well as my NEW Wattpad account. so if you are so inclined, you can check it out/support me over there with kudos and votes and whatnot!)

Graceland, New Year’s Eve, 1969

The mansion you now call home still sparkles with Christmas decorations as you make your way through the throng of friends and visitors, smiling and laughing, sipping on a delicious champagne that you are positive is ridiculously expensive for the way it melts on your tongue. Everyone is rested and in great spirits, as 1969 was a monumentally successful year for Elvis Presley Enterprises and all those involved.

For you, it’s been a monumental year in many ways. You would never have imagined six months ago that by the end of the year you’d be in the midst of divorcing Jack, preparing for your new career as a backup singer, and moving into Graceland with Elvis, who you are wildly, madly in love with.

A whirlwind, to say the least.

Speak of the devil, you feel that telltale rise of goosebumps on your skin, that magical sixth sense you are now so aware of when you know that Elvis is watching you. You turn from your conversation with Joe and his wife Joanie to find Elvis gazing at you from across the living room with a dangerously coy smile playing on his lips and that unmistakable glint in his eyes. The heat of the look sets your body aflame, a flush rising quickly to your cheeks.

Lord in heaven, this man, you think, giving him a furrow of your brow and a disbelieving look back, only this man would be so bold as to want to take me in the middle of a party at his own damn house.

But damn it if he doesn’t even waver, completely uncaring that any of the guests might see the blatantly sexual, heated intensity of his stare. He calls it “that lean and hungry look,” and you cannot help the shiver that cascades down your spine because you know he’s about to eat you alive, party be damned.

And sure enough, he strides across the room as if no one else is here, and saying nothing at all, grabs your hand and yanks you away from your conversation. You briefly catch the look of surprise from Joanie and Joe’s smirk before being whisked away.

“Elvis!” you whisper loudly enough for him to hear you, “We have guests!” You manage to set your champagne flute on a nearby table before doubling your steps to try and keep up with his long strides.

He gives no indication of hearing you, though you know he has. But he is singularly focused, which sends warmth into your core and wetness already pooling in your panties because you know what’s coming.

He surprises you by not even making it up the stairs to the bedroom, instead pulling you into the half bathroom on the lower level. You yelp at the change in direction and then he’s slamming you up against the door while locking it at the same time.

Your yelp quickly turns into a quiet moan because his large hands and luscious mouth are suddenly everywhere, all at once. His lips crush into yours, then burn down your neck, sending fire into your belly, and you can’t help but respond. Your hands fly to his head, raking through his scalp. His hand grips the outside of your bare thigh, hitching it up to his waist, his hand slipping under the hem of your dress.

He rolls his pelvis slowly and deliberately into yours. He’s already rock hard, and the sensation of his bulge pressing into your core through his pants has you groaning a little too loud, considering you have a house full of people. Elvis doesn’t say a word though, he just smirks and places a ring-clad hand over your mouth.

That action alone has you melting into a puddle because you know, you just know how he’s going to take you: quick and dirty.

“You better be quiet, lil’ mama, or ev’ryone’s gonna know I’m fuckin’ ya senseless,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You can smell the musk of arousal on him, the pheromones so strong they are nearly dizzying. He nibbles the lobe of your ear possessively. This action coupled with his words sends sparks showering through you.

You think you might come apart already, and he’s barely touched you.

His brilliant blues are blown black when he draws away. Free hand snaking up your thigh, his fingers first dance over your soaked panties, then dip them underneath the delicate fabric to graze up through your folds and straight to your clit.

Your eyes roll back, his hand muffling the moans that escape your throat involuntarily. He’s so worked up already, he doesn’t tease you long. Two long fingers plunge knuckle deep into your wet heat, the cold edges of his rings making you squirm a little at the intrusion. You begin panting into his hand as he so expertly thrusts and curves them to give you the maximum amount of pleasure as he stretches you out.

This doesn’t last long, though. He’s too far gone and much too needy for foreplay. A deeply primal instinct has taken over the man you love—you can see it written all over his handsome face. And you welcome it, even as you whimper at the loss of his digits when he unceremoniously pulls them out of you. You welcome it as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door. You welcome it gladly as he hikes your dress up to your waist and rips your lacy panties right off your body.

You gasp, hearing the tearing of fabric as your flushed cheek is pressed into the wood of the door, shivering both from the exposure of the air on your bare ass and for what you know is next. Soon after, you hear the clink of his heavy belt and the woosh of his pants as they thump to the floor and then he’s filling you so completely that you are clawing at the door for purchase.

He can’t stop the growl that comes from within when he sinks deep inside you to the hilt, bottoming out quickly. He’s impatient and does not linger, however, instead pulling back and thrusting into you hard, gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

You manage to keep your gasps quiet as he sets a relentless pace. Your entire body tingles, the obscene sounds from your joining sending you hurtling towards the edge of your own release. He knows your body so well, rubbing desperate circles on your clit that, along with the way he’s filling you, already has your legs shaking and abdomen tensing with pleasure.

Neither of you are going to last long. It’s evident as your breathing speeds up and the coil in your belly snaps, causing you to hit your climax hard with a strangled cry. The wave crests fast,and your walls tense and flutter around him. You love how he still can make you see stars, even in these circumstances. His hips stutter, the rhythm faltering, and he follows soon after you with a relieved and gracious groan, pulsing and coating your walls with his arousal.

Heavy breathing is the only sound in the tiny space. Elvis envelops you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair as he pulls you close. You live for these moments when he’s stripped vulnerable, his love so evident and overflowing, making even a bathroom quickie more like making love than you’d had in over a decade of marriage.

You sigh into him, and he kisses the back of your head. “Sorry about your panties, baby,” he whispers almost bashfully into your ear.

You can’t help but laugh, “At the rate you go through ruining them, you might as well just buy me the whole store, love.”

Elvis pulls out and turns you around, grasping your chin before pulling you into a deep kiss. It has you melting into his arms, but you know you can’t stay there long, not with a house full of people.

The swell of love you feel for this wonderful, talented, charismatic man is incredible. So many years of shared history has made it easy to slip into a comfortable life with him, so much so that you almost forget what your life was like before. It’s not without its challenges, certainly. He is still mercurial, and you still get locked up in your own head sometimes. The both of you are stubborn as hell, especially now that you’ve taken more agency for yourself in this relationship, more than you ever had with Jack.

As you pull apart and clean up, you feel incredibly lucky that things have worked out the way they have, despite so many years of struggles to make your way to each other.

Once put back together (though sure some of your guests will know exactly what was going on in the bathroom), you reach for the door. Elvis stops you.

“I was gonna wait ‘til midnight and make it a big thing, but I just can’t,” he drawls behind you.

“Wait for what?” you ask quizzically, turning around.

You gasp and your heart begins to gallop in your chest as you watch him sink to one knee as best he can in the tiny space. He pulls a little black box from his pocket. You’re afraid your heart might flutter right out of your body at the sight of it.

“You make me a better man, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, and I thank God every day that He put you in my life. I can’t imagine tryin’ to go another day without you by my side. Now, I know it feels real soon, but if we’re honest, it’s been a long time comin’, and I-I-I know you’re still in the middle of the divorce and all, but y/n, would you do me the honor of bein’ my wife?” Elvis asks, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Your heart drops into your stomach. It’s both exhilaration and trepidation all at once, flooding every part of you. Part of you screams with excitement: Of course! Of course! Of course, I’ll be your wife!

But another part is filled with latent fear—fear of being consumed by another marriage so soon, still afraid that this man before you will love you and leave you like the rest. Elvis had said many times over the years that he wasn’t really interested in marriage, and you can’t help but think of that in this moment, as much as you don’t want to.

“Elvis,” you manage to breathe, “I thought…I thought you said you weren’t the ‘marrying kind’? That you didn’t want to be tied down? Are you…are you sure?”

You watch something flash in his eyes for a moment before he looks up at you again. He stands and takes your hands in his. “I-I said that cuz I didn’t think I could ever have you. I knew I couldn’t marry anyone else, wouldn’t be right. You’re the only one I ever truly wanted. I-I-I…you’re my soulmate, y/n. It’s only ever been you, honey,” he says quietly, laying it all out for you, as he pushes an errant strand of your hair behind your ear.

A happy tear trickles down your face. You know he loves you—he tells you every day. But this is so much more than that. You didn’t realize he’d put his entire life on hold for you like this. His soulmate.

As much as it scares you, you know it’s true. He’s right. This inexplicable pull that’s been between the two of you for all this time, the pull you tried so desperately to ignore and forget for so many years, is stronger than anything you’ve ever felt for anyone in your life. Every cell in your body yearns for him, and he feels like home. You fit together perfectly. Now that you’re finally in sync, everything just works.

You cannot ignore the truth that finding your way to each other after all these years feels utterly meant to be. He is there when you need him. He brings out a side of you that you never knew existed—in the bedroom, with your music, your unyielding love for him, even in the hardest moments.

The way he gazes at you now, full of hope and love, makes your knees weak. But part of you is still scared that it’s too soon, that you’ll lose yourself all over again.

Elvis reads your mind, sensing your doubts in that intuitive way of his. “The wedding part doesn’t hafta be right away…I know we gotta wait for the divorce to be final anyway. But whenever you’re ready, whenever you’re comfortable, I’ll be here,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours.

This sends a sense of relief through you, a release of pressure. Finally, you find your voice. “Let me be your everything?” you whisper, taking his face in your hands, your eyes searching his deep and worldly ones.

Elvis knows what you are asking of him, and he doesn’t think twice. His lips curl up into that beautiful grin of his as he nods. “Yes, everything,” he says back.

“Then yes, yes, I will be your wife,” you laugh, through more happy tears.

“Yes?” he asks joyfully, just to be sure.

“Yes!” you squeal as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing his pliant and soft lips to yours.

His hands shake adorably when he slides the tasteful yet extravagantly sized diamond on your ring finger.

And it sits perfectly, as though his ring was always meant to be there. You both stare at it for a moment, your hand resting on top of his.

Squeezing your hand, Elvis looks at you with a boyish kind of awe. “Are you happy, baby?” he asks quietly, his long lashes fanning out as he runs his eyes over your face.

A moment of déjà vu hits you. He’s asked you this before, many different times, and those moments flash through your head, reminding you of your deep history together. The history you now remember and share.

All he’s ever really wanted to do is make me happy, you realize. The thought sends warmth blooming through you.

You look up at him, into that handsome face that you want to spend eternity with. “Oh, I’m more than happy, my love,” you respond. And you are. So much so, you almost don’t believe it. Then you pull him down for a sweet, soft kiss. He drinks you in as if you are oxygen, bringing you closer.

“Are you happy?” you ask as you nuzzle his nose.

“Darlin’, I’m so happy I wanna sing from the rooftop,” he drawls, grabbing your ass. “I’ll marry ya right here in this damn bathroom, if I gotta. Gonna make you Mrs. Y/n Presley. Then I wanna parade you around and let everyone know you’re mine.” He almost growls the last part and presses his long body into yours.

You laugh. “Well, I don’t think we have to resort to getting married in the bathroom, but Mrs. Y/n Presley has quite the nice ring to it,” you say, smiling, putting your hands in his back pockets.

“I love you,” Elvis says unabashedly, suddenly serious.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, kissing him again. “Now let’s go tell everyone how I’m gonna make an honest man out of you.”

He laughs at that, a big and boisterous sound that makes your own heart sing.

And it will do so for the rest of your days.

*THE END*

Please let me know in the comments/DMs/asks if you are interested in me doing a Pink Scarf Q & A type thing on Discord/Spaces! 💗🧣💗

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morningstargirl666 · 3 months ago

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Hey, just finished my re-read of TBBW and am looking forward to new chapters, any idea of when they will be posted? Keep writing and rocking!

Oh thank you! ✨❤️✨ I've had several asks like this over the past several months and my answer has always been different lol because I always end up writing more.

Not sure how up-to-date you are with what's happening with TBBW so I'll explain: the editing I talked about doing in the end notes of the last chapter I posted? Yeah, kinda turned into a full rewrite.

I started writing TBBW in 2020 and I like to believe my skill as a writer has grown a lot since then and not only that, but the story has grown too. It's evolved into something so much greater than I ever thought it would be. Originally, it was gonna be like 20 chapters? And it wasn't going to be a full canon rewrite, there was going to be time jumps instead, moving onto season 4 quickly - there was no damon murder arc - it was almost a completely different fic. The story that it is now, the one posted on AO3 isn't even a full canon rewrite, more a canon divergence --- but what I'm writing right now certainly is.

I lasted until chapter 5 before I started adding new chapters. As the chapter count stands right now (43, no longer 35) I know its not set in stone because if I've written 8 new chapters already and I'm only on chapter 30, I'm bound to write more by the time I'm done. Elijah, Kol and Rebekah are much more central to the story, with their own flashback chapters and character arcs weaved into the subplots. I've slowed down the Klaroline development even further so it feels like you're there with them, getting to know them, slowly falling in love with them as they are each other. Sam and Kiera are now much more developed and well-rounded characters, with conflicts with Klaus. The Mystic Falls gang are more present, and you get to see Caroline's relationships with her friends and Tyler evolve and twist and strain and bind tighter, depending on the situation.

This rewrite has dozens of new scenes (at this point I've lost count how many), dozens more of extended scenes and dialogue (I'm currently writing chapter 30, which will now be entirely klaroline, set after the 20s decade dance when Klaus drives her home) and the word count is continuely rising. I actually broke google docs and hit the word count limit so I've had to split the rewrite into two docs: PART 1 (Chapters 1-21) and PART 2 (Chapters 22-43? 45? Who fucking knows at this point). I'm on about 280/290k rn overall. And although I'm writing chapter 30 currently, I haven't actually finished 30 chapters --- I've only completely finished around 25 and many of them need editing once this rewrite is finished.

I'm hoping I'll be finished by Christmas, my present to you all. But I can't garrentee it. Whenever the update comes, it's going to be posted all at once and you will be able to devour it to your hearts desire. The new chapters, which I guess were originally going to be chapter 36 and 37, are drafted out a little bit but I gotta admit stuff doesn't really start happening till the end of 37, as I'm basically starting a new subplot arc. It's mostly canon and/or filler stuff to start with, so not that exciting. I doubt they'll take long to finish once the rewrite is done, but I make no promises. After that, I'll be back on my bullshit of regular chapter updates, hopefully. Then the fun really begins.

Whatever the case, when this update lands, I'm hoping to blow your socks off. Jury's out on whether that'll happen, but I guess we'll see.

(It's going to be awesome, hehehe)

#tbbw #the big bad wolf #sneak peak #klaroline #klaus x caroline #klaroline fanfiction #morningstar writes #fanfiction #there's a bunch of bonus content coming with the update too #deleted chapters and scenes #a playlist #even a timeline #maybe even a spin-off I'm toying with #we'll see #gotta finish the rewrite first tho #sigh #excuse me while i go beat some words into submission

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cha-melodius · 7 months ago

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okay so for the directors cut thing I really wanna have u talk about False Dichotomy bcuz it is no secret how much I luv that one 💚💚💚💚 like everything - the OC's I became ridiculously attached to, the elements from the movie you chose to use vs change, maybe something about the writing experience for that one

but I'm certain someone would have beat me to it - so if that's the case maybe You're the Perfect Gift for Me cuz as a total Hallmark movie watcher I luv'd that one so much - luv the seeing the other side of the 'oh this is the bf they're not gonna end up with cuz they'll never be as good as this person from their past' and that person not being a jerk (cuz sometimes they really are lol)

No one beat you on False Dichotomy but I DID have someone ask for that one after you, so I'm gonna do most of my talking there. But here's a couple bits about the OCs:

Kyle began as an OC in a missing scene ficlet for Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood. One of those tumblr ask games included a challenge to write a scene from another character's POV, and I wrote one from the POV of Kyle who was working the Hot Shots basketball game at Coney Island. He does not actually appear (named) in the body of the fic lmao. But @celeritas2997 in particular took a shine to Kyle so I decided he'd be an OC in FD. The Coney Island job is a bonus one he works in the summer lol.

I think my other main OC in that one was Jaime, the nonbinary manager of Henry's store. It was important to me to make the manager Henry hires queer for a couple of reasons: 1) I wanted to show Henry making good on his promises, and 2) I needed to have someone that Henry could trust with the store if/when he steps back a bit from daily operations work. Originally I thought about having Henry step back entirely and leave the store in Jaime's hands, but ultimately I felt like that store was Henry's baby and he would want to keep being involved in it.

As for You're the Perfect Gift for Me, that was inspired by a tumblr post about how the 'bad guys' in Hallmark Christmas movies are actually nice guys who get dicked over by their fickle girlfriends. Alex as the workaholic lawyer seemed like the natural fit here. Canonically he doesn't really know how to slow down until he meets Henry and they fall in love, so that was the vibe I was going for here. This one was so fun to write and I got the excuse to do all kinds of ridiculous tropes like snowball fights at Christmas tree farms lol.

(Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut)

#about my fics #ytpgfm

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materassassino · 2 months ago

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fic writer questions

I wasn't strictly tagged by @liesmyth but I was told to do it, so that counts, in my book!

how many works do you have on AO3?

Precisely 120. I've not anoned or orphaned anything so that's the exact number I've ever posted, as well. (although I guess if it's just fics it's 118, because two of those are artworks, and even then it's probably 117 because I'm listed as a co-author for a fic I just had the idea for, and I will never touch that to change it because it was written by my friend Socks who passed away.)

what's your total ao3 word count?

921,788. We'll break a million at some point, I imagine. I'm a slow writer.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ever Decreasing Circles [Star Wars]: 2478 (makes sense, it's my only real multichapter)

Not Going Anywhere [Voltron]: 1832 (I have no excuse for this, the brief Klance lunacy at the beginning was a shameful moment)

Smile with the Rising Sun [DC Comics]: 1354 (this genuinely surprised me, I guess the people yearn for JayRoy Christmas fic?)

Fledging [Star Wars]: 1191 (this one makes sense, the people yearn for happy Skywalkers)

Kick the Beam [Dragon Age 2]: 1037

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I do genuinely try to respond to all of them, I love getting comments most out of everything. If I didn't respond, it's because I forgor.

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do unhappy endings, it's just not my style, but I think it's either Schwanengesang [Hetalia], a human AU where Gilbert freezes to death on the Russian front, or The Baffled King Composing [The Silmarillion], which superficially ends on a hopeful note but The Reader knows exactly what happens to these very characters, and it's not good, so the characters are blissfully unaware of their own doom.

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Write What You Know [Star Wars], I think. Not entirely sure. It's a lot more lighthearted, imo, and it ends with a wedding and a fuckton of money, so that seems pretty happy to me, lol.

do you write crossovers?

Not usually. It takes a very specific set of circumstances to make me write them, and that's the two different canons being able to mash together coherently in my head. I've written two, and the issue with those is they're both crossovers with fucking Neil Gaiman shit, which makes me annoyed because Sandman crosses over so fucking well with The Old Guard (When Shall We Threen Meet Again?).

(The other was Rise of the Guardians+American Gods. Don't know why I wrote that, it made sense at the time and does not in hindsight.)

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Only bot hate, unfortunately. I don't really write anything super controversial, I'm mortally vanilla, so I dodge a lot of aggro, tbh. There is an instance of something where I strove for historical accuracy, but even that only sparked an actual mature discussion on Twitter and not any flames. Context helped there, I believe.

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes. I would say I prefer to write m/m, but tbh the most smut I ever wrote was for Shallura (to the point where that was my reputation lmao). I've struggled with it a bit over the last few years but I'm getting back into it. I tend towards like really fucking sappy emotional stuff between people who are in love, like I said, I'm very vanilla and not kinky at all, it doesn't interest me.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I don't think I've ever been big enough in any fandom to attract that sort of attention.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Three of them, two in Chinese for Write What You Know and The Jacket Fic, and one in French for a Free! fic. I like it when people ask first, but I will usually give permission. :>

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not actively. I'm a co-author for the fic mentioned in the first question, but other than that, nothing. I'd like to, though, I feel like the accountability would be useful to me, lol.

what's your all-time favorite ship?

This is not a question that's possible to answer. I hyperfixate and then move on while maintaining a general fondness for the old ship once I've switched fandoms. So it's more of a current OTP thing going on than One Ship to Rule Them All. Also there's things I've shipped really strongly and never written anything for. At the moment the big OTP is JoeNicky, before that it was DinLuke, before that it was Wangxian and so on and so forth. A comprehensive list would be tedious.

And the HMS Terror, of course.

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I'd like to finish my handful of DinLuke WIPs, but I don't exactly foresee that happening now. I've pretty much moved on (although to be fair once you've been into Star Wars it does become a cornerstone of your personality, a bit like Tolkien). I will try extremely hard to finish the Battle of Yavin Anniversary Gala one, at least.

There's also a Glorestor fic I've had jangling around in my head since 2014, in two different iterations, but when that will ever be actually witten is anybody's guess, lol.

what are your writing strengths?

I'm never good at self-analysis, tbh. I think my prose is pretty good in general, and I'm good at character voice and staying in character. I've been told I'm good at developing well-rounded and enjoyable OCs with very little actual information on the page, so I'll call that a strength because it doesn't detract from the canon characters.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Action: writing punchy, effective scenes that are actually exciting to read is really freaking hard, especially with any form of combat. There are only so many ways to describe a swordfight. Environmental description: people who take three paragraphs to describe a room are fucking insane, I'm sorry, I can use my imagination perfectly well, thanks. Smut: I'm ace so I always feel like a goddamn imposter, despite the fact that I've also never been a freaking Jedi, or I've never been to Renaissance Rome, and yet I'm perfectly fine writing that.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Depends on the context. I am guilty of huge blocks of text in other languages (conlang or not) but I do try and always include interactable footnotes for those. Like idk, learn Italian ya wimps, lmao. I've put whole speeches in Mando'a in Ever Decreasing Circles, and bits and pieces of other languages in Old Guard fic. That said I will always, ALWAYS transliterate if it's a language that doesn't use the Latin alphabet. Never leave that shit unreadable for people. I can't read Mandarin, I can't read Cyrillic, if you put that in the text all I am reading is Charlie Brown adult noises, it's like hitting a brick wall (as much as my transliteration requests constantly annoy the people who help me translate those languages, sorry guys!). Also, unless it's a single word, never use Google translate ever. Always find someone who actually knows those languages and get them to do a quick translation for you. The global nature of fandom shouldn't make it that hard, it's not really an excuse for using Google translate. It'll stop your bilingual readers' eyes from bleeding.

(I did always swear to myself I would never put random endearments in other languages if the characters were speaking English in general... but I've failed miserably at that by now, lmao.)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Naruto, in like 2007/2008. I never transferred those fics over to Ao3, they're too old and terrible.

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

When I was in the Mo Dao Zu Shi fandom I really wanted to write some Wangxian, but I was far too intimidated by the fandom. A lot of people on Twitter talked about how white people shouldn't be writing any fic for it and I internalised that heavily to the point where I just... didn't. Looking back it was a little silly of me, no one is the sole arbiter of what should and shouldn't be written and what counts is doing research and being respectful, but it's too late now. I have written a little bit of SangCheng now and that's enough for me.

As for the future, who knows? I do not control the hyperfixation.

what's your favourite fic you've written?

Even in Another Time [The Old Guard] and Toccata [Hetalia] (yeah, sue me, I'm still proud of it 12 years later, it still reads well).

Now I get to tag people~

@dangerouscommiesubversive, @wingsofbadass (sorry I make you translate so much stuff), @veradragonjedi, @non-un-topo, @raedear, @maered613 and @ctrldao3.

#fic writer asks #pixie writes #yay writing~#sometimes i remember i actually enjoy it despite all my constant complaining

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macfrog · 1 year ago

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Hi Max! I just wanted to say thank you for helping get me back into reading this year. I’ve never been a good reader, I’m so slow and always feel like that means I lag behind or I can be easily put off if books are too long because I just defeat myself with ‘you’ll never get through that’ before I even try!

But I’ve been preaching and preaching to my pupils to read and i thought i should practise what I was preaching. I found rack ‘em and CLM during the summer and I was hooked (as i think you know lol). From there I fell down the rabbit hole of your masterlist, and then I found other stories and writers that I enjoyed too.

I’m always telling kids that it doesn’t matter WHAT you read, and I feel proud enough now to say that I don’t feel like a scam artist when I’m telling them that reading is wonderful and you just need to find what you like 😂

Anyway, that was a lot of nonsense really, but I wanted to let you know that you were one of the first writers in this fandom that I found, and your writing is incredible. I wish I could teach writing and reading lessons based on your stories because they are SENSATIONAL.

I tell you all the time and I feel like the words I have won’t ever be enough to explain just how phenomenal I think your writing style is. The way you’re able to immerse your readers in the stories, and the way you can take a character and write so many different versions of him (that are all still so quintessentially Joel) leaves me in complete and utter awe every time. The language you use, your adjectives, style of writing, it’s almost like poetry. It’s so beautiful that I’m stunned after every single thing you post, no matter what story it has come from.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate, and that you are well-rested and spend lots of time with loved ones, friends and family 💕

Sorry for the long, rambly ask!

With lots of love from Glasgow! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

meghan 🥺 wtf!!!!!

thank you so, so much for this. i don't even know how to begin telling you how much it means.

first off you are RIGHT - it doesn't matter what you're reading, where you're reading it, how you're reading it. as long as you're reading and enjoying it, you're doing it right. love that you're teaching your kids that! i just know they're in good hands with you.

thank you for reading my stuff, for commenting, for screaming with me over these guys. it means more than i could ever put into words. the writing part is super fun - the sharing it with you guys and seeing your reactions and discussing with you is all a wonderful bonus. your words are always so encouraging and mean so much to read.

i'm so glad you're here!!! so glad i get to share this with you. it holds such a special place in my heart. i hope you have a magical christmas and a happy, healthy new year. hope you're getting some well-deserved rest from the mania of teaching, too!

sending so much love. WAH you're the sweetest i'm going to cry into my pillow now

#yay for reading!#love you sm #thank you a million times over #chats #iknowisoundcrazy #fic luv

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romaine2424 · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the retro-tag @phdmama and because I'm friends with @sassy-cissa!

It's all under the cut! Note: Assume all fics are Drarry unless otherwise noted.

How many works do you have on AO3? 60 including 1 under Anon.

What's your total AO3 Word Count? ~1.6M (552K of that is one fic. LOL)

What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter and only Harry Potter

What are your top 5 fics by Kudos? Survival of the Species (47K) Jolene (21.5K) Double Edged Sword (552K) This Ain't the Garden of Eden (131K) Jolene Deux (5K)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, though I missed quite a few when I was on hiatus. I love engaging with readers and seeing what in my stories struck their fancy. I've made some great friends over the years through comments on my fic.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? There are No Innocent Vampires (31K). This is a Scarry fic (both are adults). I do have a few others.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uh, most of them. But if forced to choose, Silver and Gold (70.6K) with Wolf!Draco!

Do you get hate on fics? OMG Yes. My first fic, Double Edged Sword in its earliest chapters was sporked on Deleterius. It’s a wonder I ever wrote again, but I was so pissed off at the Drarry writer who did it, I carried on. Thankfully the site went bye bye. And I also learned from that fic never ever have either Harry or Draco have an affair with Charlie Weasley. LOL. More currently, I just had to lock my current WIP this week because of a troll. ☹

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I write both slash and het but it's not my fav thing to do. I only put it in when it fits a scene and it can take me days and days to write that scene.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, twice. Doubled Edged Sword was brought over to FFN and Survival of the Species brought over to adultfanfiction. The latter was quite funny because someone opened an account using my name to post it.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes but now I'm sad. Almost all of my translated fics are gone. *sobs* The sites they were posted on no longer exist. However, my fav translations were done by Pescadora and her team at Intruders Slashzine. They translated the following in Spanish. And they're beautiful. *happy sigh* Jolene Jolene Deux Silver and Gold

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, me and 9 of my friends…I think we’re still friends. *just kidding* We each wrote a chapter for this story. If you like Case Fic and haven’t read it, give it a shot. Level Two: Series One

What’s your all-time favourite ship? Drarry but I do write for other ships both slash and het and also Gen. I mainly read Drarry but also the others mentioned. I just really enjoy good plotty HP stories.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? After I finish my current WIP, The Azkaban Letters, (Drarry and Haphne) that I started in 2007, and finish another one I also started in 2007 at Christmas, I’ll be done with all WIPs I’ve posted on AO3. I do have a few in my personal files. One, which I have 30K written for and it’s Scarry. It's the Scarry one I have my doubts about.

What are your writing strengths? Plot and world building. Some folks like my dialogue. I try.

What are your writing weaknesses? Well besides the smut already mentioned, character analysis and slow burn. Definitely more of action/adventure writer.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? No no no. Did it once for Double Edged Sword. It was in Russian for which I had a translator or 3 write out the text for me and give me final approval. To this day I still get Russian readers disagreeing with the text.

First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter and still here.

Favourite fic you’ve written? This is hard, but for personal reasons, I’d have to say This Ain’t the Garden of Eden. It was the first story I wrote after an almost ten-year break. I had to shut down my muse back then almost overnight, and I wasn’t sure it could be revived. I'm tagging any other writer who wants to join the fun! Free Tag!

#writer ask game

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seungkwansphd · 2 years ago

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cast me in a better light

pairing: musical actor!Joshua x pit orchestra member!YN word count: 5.9k synopsis: Joshua is a great singer and actor, you can admit that, but would it kill him to have some rhythm? The Christmas musical really will fail if you can't figure out how to read his cues, but he's wondering if you'll ever realize that he's sending you a different kind of signal, too. genre/themes: romance, fluff, grumpy/sunshine dynamic, allusions to a bad breakup, hallmarkian romance, lol.

a/n: this is part of the @svthub snowventeen collab! you should check out all of the other wonderful writers & stories! also these are the songs i drew inspo & lyrics from (don't sue me) griff - on foot in front of the other ariana grande - santa tell me (slow & reverb)

You balled your free hand into a fist as you turned back in your sheet music for what felt like the thirteenth time. It was your third rehearsal with the cast for this year’s Christmas musical and you were wondering if you could get away with strangling the lead, Joshua Hong, with your bare hands. You weren’t even working on anything difficult, but this man could not seem to sneak through a back alley with any sort of consistent rhythm pattern, so consequently you had nothing to follow. Your beats on the high toms kept missing his footsteps and everyone’s patience was wearing thin.

“Joshua, YN?” Janet cleared their throat, “Can you two spend some time together working on this? We need to either decide on a set tempo or work out some visual cues so that YN can follow your footsteps. We do need to move on for today though.”

“Of course!” Joshua smiled brightly at the orchestra conductor, “We’ll make time!” he gestured theatrically in a way that made you want to throw your drumsticks at him.

“Great,” Janet nodded at him before looking back down at the score, “Alright, let’s continue,” they lifted their baton, leading the pit through the second number.

“You still want to do dinner?” you asked Tetiana as she packed up her violin and bow.

“Yes! Although…,” she trailed off, pointing to something behind you.

Furrowing your brows, you turned slowly to see your one and only leading man, Joshua Hong. It was highly unusual to see cast members down in the pit.

“Hey YN! Thought I’d get your number so we can coordinate a few practices to nail down the walks,” he smiled at you.

“Ah sure,” you nodded. None of this would be necessary if he could just walk like a human person.

“Do you have regular days that work well? Or what do you think?”

“To be honest, my schedule is pretty irregular,” you answered honestly, thinking through the various jobs that you had lined up over the next couple of weeks. “I have a chunk of time free on Thursday between two and three pm?”

“That should work! I’ll text you to confirm,” he nodded, running through his own schedule in his head.

“Sounds good,” you raised your eyebrows at him, “Don’t get lost on the way out,” you couldn’t help but tease.

Joshua either didn’t hear you or didn’t respond as he walked backstage, but Tetiana laughed at your joke, which was enough to satisfy you.

“Ready to eat?” you asked her with a smile.

“Yes,” she laughed heartily. She wondered just how difficult of a time Joshua was in for during these one on one sessions.

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“Why can’t we just do a simple 2/4 or 4/4 pace when you walk from stage left to the alley?” you asked, slightly irritated already.

“Because it’s not what the character would do,” Joshua rebutted, as if what he was saying made any sense. “And depending on the show, the atmosphere may be different, so I want to leave it open for interpretation!”

“I-,” you cut yourself off, remembering your conductor’s words. “Okay, well then can we implement some sort of physical cue? Like a shoulder movement or something? I need to be able to follow you,” you suggested.

“Can you just watch how I move and see if there are any physical cues that I'm already doing?”

“Sure,” you sighed, gesturing for him to do his walk.

You watched him closely, eyes traveling from his shoulders to his fingertips and then back up to his torso, hoping to pick out some sort of movement that corresponded to his footsteps. You’d never seen Joshua at such a close distance before. From the pit, he was little more than the rough outline of a person, but up close you were forced to acknowledge how handsome he was. As you watched him move, you also realized that Joshua was much broader than you would’ve guessed. You were surprised when the thought hit you. Things were certainly easier when you watched him from a distance.

“Well?” he asked, turning his head to look at you after completing his exaggerated walk.

“Sorry, can you do it again?” you asked, shaking your head briefly to clear your thoughts.

“Yes,” he nodded, moving to start again.

You crossed your arms, tongue dragging across your teeth as you regarded him. Without even having to look, Joshua could feel your eyes rake up and down his figure as he walked and walked and walked. Your eyes burned into him intently and for someone who was a professional performer, he was surprised to find himself somehow nervous. Your tongue toyed with your left canine until you finally noticed that there was this little thing that he did with his chin just before he took a step. You might be able to work with that.

“Okay, I think I got something!” you clapped your hands together in relief, moving to the keyboard that was set up across the room from your drumset. “Okay, can we take it from here?” your fingers played out the closing melody that directly preceded his walk.

“Oh, yes?” Joshua did a double take. The way your fingers ran across the keys took him by surprise. “You play piano as well?”

“I’m a professional musician,” you wrinkled your nose up at him, “I can play several instruments.”

“Ah, of course,” he flushed.

You keyed out the melody again, leading him into his walk. He waited for you to cross the room to pick up your drumsticks before he started walking and you half-managed to follow his footsteps this time.

“That was better,” you shrugged, “We’ll need to keep working at it though,” you shrugged, eyeing the clock. You had to leave soon if you wanted to make it to band rehearsal on time.

“Oh right, you had to stop at three,” Joshua nodded, following your line of sight.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. The hour had passed quickly, most of it spent bickering, unfortunately. “When are you free next?”

“Saturday is pretty open as of now,” you suggested. “Would ten-thirty in the morning work?”

“Yes!”

“Would you mind actually meeting at my house? I have band practice right before and it would be nice not to have to drive here and set everything up.”

“Oh, sure I guess? What’s the address?”

“I’ll text you,” you smiled gratefully as you packed your drumsticks away, “Have a good day!”

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Joshua double checked the address before he got out of his car. He was halfway to the porch when the sound of music out back caught his ear. He was quite early and figured it wouldn’t do any harm to check it out. As he got closer to the source, the sounds of keyboard, drumset, and guitar became more individually discernible and these ensemble sounds worked together to complement the lead vocalist. Was this the band rehearsal that you had been referring to?

Joshua finally rounded the corner of the house to face a detached garage where the band was rehearsing. His eyes went to the drumset first, where he expected to see you. The large man seated behind the bass drum, however, was decidedly not you and so his eyes flitted around until they landed on the person standing behind the keyboard. You were playing and singing with such joy on your face and it made him stop in his tracks.

“I didn't think I'd get back up I didn't think I'd be alright again You know it's easy when you're young, bounce back and whatever You just bounce back like it never happened”

You sang with your eyes closed, fingers gliding across the keyboard with an ease that startled Joshua.

“I put one foot in front of the other today I stretched my arms out wide and it felt real strange And then my legs, they started shaking and my hands, they started quaking 'Cause things just take longer to heal these days”

The tenderness with which you sang the last lyrics triggered a small burst of warmth in his chest and when your eyes opened to meet his, his heart jumped fully into his throat.

“Oh, you’re here,” you blurted into the mic without thinking, surprising your band mates.

“Hi, yes,” Joshua cleared his throat, “Sorry I’m early!” he waved at everyone good naturedly.

“Who is this?” your bassist, Elena asked, eyes dancing curiously at you.

“Joshua, he’s the lead in that musical I’m working,” you shrugged, for some reason embarrassed that he had seen you singing.

“Oh nice!” your drummer stood up to introduce himself, “I’m Amir, and that’s Elena. It’s nice to meet you man!”

“Hey thanks! Nice to meet you too,” Joshua smiled back at the large man, “I didn’t know you sang,” he remarked at you.

“I mean…we barely know each other,” you couldn’t help but remark.

“I guess that’s true,” he chuckled good naturedly, “You guys sound great!”

“Thank you” Elena chirped excitedly, “You should follow us on social media!”

“Please,” Joshua nodded way too genuinely, pulling out his phone and looking over Elena’s shoulder as she showed him the band’s various handles.

You knew that didn’t make any sense. You should want everyone and their mother to check out your music, but there had always been an unspoken separation between the cast members and pit orchestra and so it felt very odd to be letting Joshua into your life in this way.

“Do you wanna take that again,” Amir asked you, bringing your thoughts back to the present, “Or did you feel good about that?”

“I felt really good about that, actually,” you nodded and you meant it.

“Me too!” Elena chirped in agreement.

“Cool, well we’re done a little early so if you two need to work on whatever you need to work on, we can make ourselves scarce. But…,” Amir turned his eyes to Joshua hopefully, “If you might wanna jam with us…Elena and I have been learning ‘My Shot’ from Hamilton!”

“Oh hell yes,” Joshua answered seamlessly.

“Right on!” Amir nodded excitedly, sitting back down behind his drum set as Elena wiggled excitedly.

You gestured towards the microphone stand as you got out of the way for Joshua. He pulled the mic out of the stand and your jaw dropped when he started…rapping?

“Hey yo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwin' away my shot”

Amir’s grin grew wider and wider as he picked up on Joshua’s flow. You watched, eyes widening with amazement, as he just continued and continued. You knew it was a silly stereotype, but you didn’t ever think you’d see him rapping and you were surprised at how decent he was at it. You could tell that he was out of his usual element, but he managed to still have a swagger and presence that was quite different from when you’d seen him during rehearsal. Elena’s delight grew unbridled as they ran through a good amount of the track before Joshua ran out of breath.

“Sorry!” he laughed apologetically, “I don’t typically rap,” he smiled genially.

“No, don’t apologize man, that was awesome!” Amir shook his head vehemently.

You grinned as you watched the three of them bond. Amir and Elena had always had such open and welcoming personalities, so it didn’t surprise you that they connected with Joshua immediately.

“Of all the things I never thought I’d see,” you remarked as you looked at him with a newfound appreciation.

“I mean we barely know each other, right?” he couldn’t help but throw your own words back at you. He must’ve been still reestablishing his blood oxygen equilibrium, because there was no other explanation for why he winked at you.

You blinked.

“Well, we ought to get out of your hair cause we’ve probably eaten into enough of your rehearsal time,” Amir spoke up after exchanging a glance with Elena. They both packed up quickly and made themselves scarce as you settled in behind the drumset, adjusting the stool way, way down.

“That was fun,” Joshua smiled at you as you warmed up.

“You were perfectly on beat there! So if you could just do that while you walk,” you teased, eyes creasing as you smiled at him. Joshua opened his mouth, but you cut him off, “I know, I know, that’s not what the character would do,” you shook your head playfully at him.

You were pleasantly surprised that the next hour passed quickly. It was probably because Amir and Elena had helped break the ice a little bit, but you felt a lot more comfortable with Joshua today. In turn, he also seemed more open to your input and you were able to work out a decent system for establishing a walking or transition pace. Eventually, you got bored and worked on a few other passages before your stomach interrupted with a loud rumble.

“Was that your stomach?” Joshua asked, surprise evident on his face.

“Yes,” you laughed sheepishly, “I should eat something. Do you want to take a break? I’ve probably got something we can snack on.”

“I wouldn’t mind a snack,” Joshua smiled at you in a way that was disarming.

“Okay, follow me then,” you turned away, nervous, allowing him to follow you, “Don’t judge me, I know the place is a mess!” you disclaimed as you led him through the house. Joshua’s eyes widened with wonder as he inventoried the many, many instrument cases scattered around your house.

“How many instruments can you play?” he looked at you in wonder.

“I, uh,” you made a face as you counted in your head. “All of the strings and most of the percussion instruments.”

“What? That’s amazing!” Joshua gaped at you. He was truly impressed.

“Thanks,” you chuckled, a bit shy at his obvious admiration. Avoiding his gaze, you searched through your cupboard for something to eat.

“Can I try this?” Joshua gestured to the cello laying on the ground while you slid two frozen waffles into the toaster.

“Sure!” you called over your shoulder as you moved to the fridge. Waffles and cereal it was! You laughed to yourself as you heard some fiddling followed by a few noisy scrapes.

“This sounds horrible,” he remarked to himself as he continued to drag the bow across the strings determinedly. You couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. You were surprised that you still found him endearing as he continued to make such grating sounds.

“You’ll have to adjust the pin,” you gestured to the bottom of the cello as you approached him, assessing the situation. “Here, hold this for me,” you lifted the instrument to the appropriate height and waited for Joshua to grab the instrument. You reached down between his legs and pulled the endpin out so that the cello sat at a better height.

“Okay, that looks better, now let’s address this grip,” you smiled, grabbing his hand and adjusting his fingers so they held the bow in a less awkward way. You didn’t notice, but Joshua’s Adam’s apple bobbed erratically when you moved to adjust his other hand on the neck of the cello. “You might actually be good at the cello,” you remarked, taking his left hand into your own. “You have these nice long fingers!”

Before he could respond, the waffles jumped in the toaster, pulling your attention away. It was just as well, because the best Joshua could’ve offered was a garbled cough with the way you had managed to fluster him. Blinking rapidly, he stood, placing the cello back on its side.

In the kitchen, you reprimanded yourself mentally as you placed the toasted waffles onto plates. Joshua did have nice hands, but you certainly didn’t need to be saying that out loud! Wordlessly, you brought everything to the kitchen table and gestured for him to sit.

“Hope you like Cap’n Crunch,” you laughed, “It’s the best I can do with no notice.

“I love Cap’n Crunch,” he smiled genuinely, “So do you teach as well?” he asked between mouthfuls. You nodded and worked through your own mouthful of cereal before answering him.

“Yes! I teach a handful of students, mostly string instruments.”

“Wow, that is really amazing,” Joshua beamed at you one more time before you ate in silence. The crunch of the cap’n filled the room and you were struck by the odd sense of intimacy that filled the moment. You wondered if it was one sided before you finished up and resumed practice

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Joshua couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering to you in the pit. You were laughing easily with some of the other musicians and he was surprised at the way he felt almost jealous? It made sense, of course, you knew them much better than you knew him. Prior to this show, you’d never even interacted, but after spending some time with you over the weekend, Joshua had had a lot of trouble keeping you out of his mind.

“Ready to get started?” Janet tapped their baton against their music stand.

Everyone directed their attention to the podium and flipped to one of the big dance numbers. It was quick and before long you were deeply immersed, trying to keep time with their steps.

“Very good, nice work!” Janet clapped happily, more than pleased. “Joshua and YN, great job nailing down the transitions as well! They’re looking much better.”

You smiled back, pleased as well. Joshua instinctively looked towards where he knew you were, even though it was too dark to see you anymore.

“Hey, YN!” you heard Joshua’s now familiar voice as you were on the way out of rehearsal.

“Hey, nice job today,” you smiled at him.

“Thanks to you,” he felt inordinately pleased to receive your compliment. “Hey if you’re not busy, do you want to grab some coffee?”

“I’m not, but why?” you asked.

“I-, do I have to have a reason?” he paused, furrowing his brow.

“I mean, I guess not but this is a little unusual. The cast members typically don’t acknowledge our existence,” you chuckled. You were probably being a little unfair, but this was also true.

“Well, you’re not exactly making it easy,” he pushed back, raising an eyebrow.

“…Fair point,” you had to admit. “You’re right. Let’s go get coffee.”

Joshua beamed.

“I like Almanac, but where do you like for coffee?”

“I like Almanac too!” Joshua’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “See we’re more similar than you give us credit for.”

“I already admitted I was being unfair,” you raised your brows at him, heading towards your favorite coffee shop.

“So how was the rest of your weekend?”

“It was pretty busy, but good! Yours?”

“It was also good,” Joshua smiled. You watched the way the corners of his lips curled up in a catlike fashion. “I had some free time after our practice, so I went to visit my mom.”

“Oh, nice! Does she live close? Far?”

“A couple of hours away, so it’s not too far. She’s getting a little older now, so I try to visit regularly and help around the house however I can.”

“That’s sweet of you,” you smiled. Joshua had always seemed like a gentleman and this was consistent with that.

“It’s the right thing to do,” he shrugged, opening the door to Almanac for you.

“YN!” the roaster, Sam, greeted you, “And Josh?” He did a double take when Joshua followed you inside. “Do you two know each other?”

“We do!” Joshua nodded, “You weren’t kidding when you said you like it here, huh?”

“I take my coffee very seriously,” you threw him a pointed yet playful look. “What’s interesting today?” you turned back to Sam.

“For you? I think you’ll like the Burundi best? Very juicy and complex,” he regarded you for a second. “And for you, Joshua? I think the Honduras? Nutty and more chocolatey notes.”

You and Joshua both nodded. When it came to coffee with Sam, you’d both learned that it was always best to go with dealer’s choice.

“Do we want these for here or to go?”

“I, uh…?” you looked at Joshua, this had been his idea to begin with.

“Here?” he suggested, hoping you didn’t feel obligated.

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“So how do you two know each other?” Sam asked as he bounced around behind the bar, grinding beans and prepping pour overs.

“We’re both in the Christmas show,” Joshua answered first, gesturing vaguely towards the theater where you’d just walked from.

“Well, he’s in it. I’m in the pit orchestra,” you felt the need to clarify.

“You’re in it! There’s no musical without the orchestra!” he insisted enthusiastically.

“I would agree with that,” Sam chuckled, intrigued at your dynamic.

“You know what I mean though!” you scrunched your face at Joshua, “If you say ‘I’m in a musical’ people think you mean the cast!”

Joshua blinked down at you. His lips curled up at the corners, amused at your fervor. Sam watched with a grin on his face as you and Joshua bickered playfully.

“Okay, here’s your coffee kids,” he finally interrupted, sliding two ceramic cups across the bar.

“Thanks Sam,” you beamed at him before turning to search out a table. It wasn’t terribly busy, so you were able to grab seats at the bar looking out the window. “So did you have something you needed to talk to me about?” you asked, shifting slightly to face him.

“No, I just wanted to spend some time with you,” he laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“What?”

“What?” he asked, a little confused that he kept having to explain why he wanted to be around you. You were incredibly talented and interesting, did you not see that?

“Sorry I’m not good at making new friends,” you chuckled wryly.

“You’re okay,” Joshua smiled. “I was actually hoping to ask you about your music making process. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh?” your eyes lit up. This was a topic that you could talk both of his ears off about, if he let you.

“Yes, I was wondering who writes your lyrics and whether you have a process for it. Like lyrics first and then music or vice versa?”

“That’s a good question that’s impossible to answer,” you grinned at him. “Amir and Elena and I tend to each write our own tracks, but we do ask each other for input. For me, I write the lyrics first and fill in the music around them. Elena is the opposite and Amir does both, depending on his mood. Do you write music?”

“I have tried in the past. But I’m primarily a vocalist, so I never really got to the part about filling in the music,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I can get by on guitar, but that’s about it.”

“It’s certainly not easy,” you laughed, “And then there’s the issue of baring your heart and soul to the people who do actually listen.”

Joshua enjoyed the way your eyes sparkled as you talked excitedly about your music making process. You didn’t seem to like to talk about yourself otherwise, so he hoped he could learn more about you through your music. Your next show was already marked down in his calendar and he couldn’t wait for the day to come.

“Sorry I’m talking your ear off!” you chuckled, bringing your mug to your lips.

“I like it,” his eyes creased as he smiled at you, resting his chin on his hand, eager to hear more.

You blinked. His statement was so straightforward and caught you off guard. You weren’t able to fight the heat that crawled up your neck, so you pretended it was a win that you hadn’t choked on your coffee entirely.

“Oh my gosh, I have to get going,” Joshua’s eyes widened when he noticed the time.

“Oh, okay!” you nodded. “Sorry, I told you I could talk forever about this!”

“Don’t be sorry. Time passes easily with you.”

“This was fun, thanks for suggesting it,” you stepped past his compliment and through the door purposefully. “Oh, it’s snowing!” you gasped, extending your palms upwards to catch a few flakes.

“Pretty,” he murmured, eyes watching you as snowflakes landed in your hair.

“It really is,” you turned towards him, fully beaming now. You loved being outside for the first snow each year. You and Joshua exchanged a laden glance before you couldn’t stand it anymore and excused yourself. It was cold out, but you almost couldn’t feel it.

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“Are you gonna sing tonight?” Elena asked you, eyes bright with curiosity. You tended to be fifty-fifty when it came to karaoke night. Sometimes you were in the mood and other times you weren’t. Tonight you were decidedly on the fence, so you planned to just go with the flow.

“Not sure yet, but I am here to support you,” you grinned, nose scrunching affectionately at her. “Is Amir coming?”

“Yeah, but he invited someone else so he’s waiting outside,” Elena nodded.

“Oh, okay!” you shrugged. It wasn’t unheard of for others to join you, but it wasn’t frequent either. You wandered to the bar to grab a beer while you waited.

“Yo!” you jumped slightly when Amir’s booming voice was accompanied by his hands clapping down on your shoulders.

“Jeebus,” you scrunched your face up at him.

“Two pilsners, please?” he signaled to the bartender before pulling you into a hug. “How’s things?” he asked as you headed back towards Elena.

“Pretty good! How are yo-oh?” you stopped mid-sentence when you saw Joshua sitting with her.

“Hey,” he smiled gently, waving at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“I invited him!” Amir stated as a matter of factly as he took the seat next to Elena at the picnic style table. You climbed over the bench on the other side, taking the spot next to Joshua.

“We’ve been chatting,” Joshua explained helpfully.

“Oh,” you nodded, though you were full of questions, “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” he nodded, left knee nudging yours under the table.

Your heart flipped in your chest. You hadn’t seen Joshua since your post-rehearsal coffee, but he’d certainly been on your mind. If you squinted, in the right light, you would almost think that he was interested in you. But then again, you’d also thought things with your last partner had been going well just before they’d broken up with you too.

“What are you singing?” you asked, pulling yourself out of your thoughts.

“Well it has to be holiday themed, so that narrows down our choices,” Amir stroked his chin playfully.

“Have you decided?” Joshua turned to you, eyes curious.

“I’m not sure I’m going to sing yet,” you half-smiled at him.

“Oh come on! I’ll sing if you sing,” he offered.

“Why would I care if you sing or not?” you countered.

“Hm. You’re telling me you don’t want to watch me make a fool of myself singing Mariah Carey?” he teased, corners of his lips curling up playfully.

“Wait,” you blinked, “Wait, no I really do,” your eyes widened as you processed his words.

“You’d better pony up then,” he threw you a playful look as he brought his beer to his lips.

Elena watched Joshua with severe interest as he watched you wrack your brain for Christmas songs. He was so clearly interested in you, but she couldn’t tell whether your obliviousness was purposeful or not.

“What about ‘Santa Tell Me’?” she suggested, electing to help you out of your misery.

“Oh! I do like that song!” you smiled at Elena gratefully, “Will that do?” you turned to Joshua, an eyebrow raised expectantly at him.

You honestly expected him to say no and request a rendition of something much more embarrassing, so you were caught off guard when he cocked his head to the side and raked his eyes over you before nodding. Elena’s eyes widened before they flew to Amir to see whether he’d been paying attention to this exchange. As was typical, he seemed blissfully unaware as he drank his beer.

“Do we sign up? Or how does this work?” Joshua asked, craning his neck towards the MC.

“Yep, they have a sign-up sheet there!” Amir nodded.

“Shall we?” Joshua turned to you, extending his hand towards you.

“We?” you couldn’t help the question that escaped your lips.

“I don’t trust you not to chicken out. I would like to watch you put pen to paper,” he grinned mischievously at you.

“Me? Chicken?” you gasped, offended. “I would never!”

“Then let’s go,” Joshua chuckled cooly.

“Fine,” you scoffed, placing your hand in his and following him to the MC’s station.

“Amir!” Elena squealed as she watched you leave. “I think something’s going on?”

“Oh yeah, Joshua likes YN,” Amir shrugged, nodding as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Wait, what?”

“He told me. Why do you think I invited him?”

Elena’s mouth hung wide open at this revelation. Of all the things she never thought she’d see, Amir meddling was pretty damn near top of the list.

“Am I going first or are you?” you asked Joshua as you held the pen above the sign-up sheet.

“I’ll go first,” he shrugged good naturedly, “It was my idea after all.”

“Okay,” you nodded, scribbling his name and then your own just below it, “No backing out now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he winked at you. He couldn’t seem to help himself from teasing you tonight.

You watched, fascinated, as Joshua chatted with Elena and Amir. You’d have thought they’d known each other for years, but when you sat down to do the math, you were surprised to realize that it had really only been a few weeks since they’d met. It was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts again, you met Elena’s gaze, which was loaded to say the least. When she realized you were no longer spacing out, her eyebrows raised as her head jerked subtly, yet meaningfully, towards Joshua. You knew what she was saying and you maybe even agreed. You just needed to have another mental breakdown or two before you decided what you wanted to do about it.

“Oh, I’m next!” Joshua announced as he watched names on the screen flicker by.

“Break a leg,” you beamed at him. He faltered for a moment at the genuine openness of your smile.

You watched with a mixture of excitement and secondhand embarrassment as Joshua started his rendition of Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’. It was stupid, but you were surprised at how good he was. He didn’t take himself too seriously, hammed it up when it was appropriate, and by the end of it you were smiling widely and singing along. In fact, you were enjoying yourself so much that you practically forgot you were meant to sing after him and rushed on stage at the last minute. Joshua handed you the mic with a playful chuckle, fingers brushing for just a moment.

“Santa, tell me if you're really there Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year Santa, tell me if he really cares 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year”

Joshua smiled as he watched you sing. He wasn’t surprised that this song resonated with you. While perusing your music, it had become apparent to him that you’d gone through a big breakup sometime in the last year. He could certainly understand the reluctance to get involved with someone new, but he also hoped that he could prove himself to be a steadfast friend and potential partner.

You smiled impossibly wide as you grooved to the background music; you really did love this song! Inevitably your eyes moved back to your table and you paused when Joshua caught your eye. His eyes had creased into semi-circles and his lips had curled up just slightly at the corners as he watched you. Your brain stuttered and for whatever reason, the next lyrics that left your lips were from the explicit version instead.

“Oh, I wanna let him unwrap me, like oh-woo-oh Get on top of him, by that fireplace, oh-woo-oh But I don't want a new broken heart This year I've got to be smart”

Joshua’s eyes widened in surprise as the crowd erupted in whoops and cheers. The way you’d held his gaze while singing had left his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“Eee, you did so good!” Elena squealed excitedly when you returned to the table. It took every fiber of her being not to scream over your sudden improv. “I love that slowed version too.”

“Really good,” Joshua half-smiled, thinking furiously about when and whether to make a move.

“Thanks,” you giggled shyly, grateful for the residual adrenaline of performing. “When are you two up? I kinda want to go out and get some air, but I don’t want to miss you guys!”

“We’re not for a while, go for it! Bring us some beers back too,” Amir waved you away playfully.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon!” you waved briefly before heading out the door to the patio.

The gears continued to turn in Joshua’s head until Amir and Elena simply couldn’t take it anymore.

“Dude, what are you doing?” they demanded in unison.

“What?” Joshua looked up, slightly startled.

“Go get ‘em! Now’s your chance!”

“Now?!” He looked panicked.

“They wanna let you unwrap them, like oh-woo-oh,” Elena sang playfully at him.

“Get on top of you, by that fireplace, oh-woo-oh!” Amir harmonized before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

Joshua stood up. They were right, this was the opening. He headed towards the door he had seen you exit through and found you standing outside alone.

“Gah, I don’t know how you do it!” you started chattering when you saw him, “I still get such nerves about performing in front of crowds like that!”

“It doesn’t really ever go away,” he smiled reassuringly, stepping towards you. “Cold?” he asked, watching you blow warm air on your hands.

“I was hoping the fresh air would help me calm down a bit, but now I’m just cold,” you laughed sheepishly.

Joshua chuckled, folding his long fingers over your hands and pulling you towards him. You swallowed audibly as you looked at him, heart pounding even faster now.

“You are a captivating performer and a talented musician. The nerves never really go away, you’ll just get better at managing them,” he gazed deep into your eyes. “You made me feel a lot of feelings up there.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure I’ve heard that version before,” he teased, grinning at you.

“I didn’t-, I don’t,” you floundered, but you didn’t really have much of an explanation. You had simply been flirting with him and he was flirting back.

“Can we go out on a date?” he asked, “If things go according to plan, we’ll be here next year too.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you realized he was quoting your karaoke lyrics back to you. It was so corny and yet…it was working. You pushed up on the balls of your feet, leveraging his grip on your hands to pull him into a kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips and when you pulled away, you could see that a single snowflake had landed on his nose. What in the Hallmark movie?

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Thanks so much for reading! Would love to hear what you think and please also check out the other 'snowventeen' fics!

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anothershadeofpurple · 2 years ago

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Yay for a happy ending but wow Mariana really didn’t deserve Ana what was that? Why do that? Ana pining all the time while Mariana barely had any scene telling us that yes, she was in love with Ana at last half as much as Ana was. After all of that Mariana didn’t even had to make any effort to get Ana?

I spent way too long wanting Ana to get over Marina and realize that she is truly bi (not that bs that she is not gay she just loves Mariana 🙄) and finding someone else who can love her the way she deserves. Really Ana and other women not Mariana was some of my favorite parts lol I really wished Ana had a one night stand, she would still be miserable because she was so in love but at least she could have some great sex, and not just pine while Marina had Ferran

I guess the writers in the end are just not that good, s2 was also pretty underwhelming and s3 was I guess better but not as good as s1. And yes I blame the writers I don’t think that Netflix made any changes there. Just one scene with Mariana and Ana talking about their feelings all that went through, Mariana really talking about how heartbroken she was when Ana pushed her away in s1, about that night together scared her so much she couldn’t think, anything about how much she loves Ana would help so much instead it ended making me feel that Ana was so much more in love that made me kinda sad for her.

Ohh btw sorry for the long rant, the show left me all over the place 😆

Oh my God, I hear you Anon, I'm all over the place too. I should be adulting for Christmas, but instead, I want to do meta deep dives on Tumblr. And I am.

Season two did get boring as well because of the dudes, much like this season, but I do feel it all comes down to trying to keep some imagined general audience happy while carving out space to even be able to tell a gay story, not a lack of capacity. (I like giving creators the benefit of the doubt, especially since we did actually get a textual slow-burn love story between two women. Writers may choose to do it themselves to avoid the network mingling in the first place. I don't know.)

Yes, Ana as truly bi or gay would have been less of a cop-out, I'd like to just think she needs more time to come to terms with her sexuality and this is just an in-between state. After all, it's in character for Ana to be methodical about her sexuality and try to control it. "I'm gonna go out, pick a woman, see if I'm into it and then I will know for sure where I fit in." She might as well have started the episode with a PowerPoint presentation in which she explained this plan to Elena. Ana wants control, she wants shortcuts, which doesn't work in cases like this. We had one of her phony bridge club friends say that "She knew she was a lesbian since high school" when Ana introduced Mariana as the other mother of her daughters. Ludwika just shows us there's so much going on with Ana behind her eyes, I feel like she has a very rich backstory for Ana that she is tapping into. Would love to hear her talk about that. And yes, the chemistry with that woman was actually... good? Even with Elena. She's got Momistry with Mariana, but with these other women... it was easy to imagine more interesting exchanges.

I think the setup for Mariana actually loving Ana instead of Ferran is there, but they did a terrible job with the pacing and gave us so much Ferran that it became difficult to believe. There's the conversation with Elena where the acting makes it very clear she doesn't actually love Ferran, but is playing it safe with him... but even so, it was her turn to talk about her feelings to Ana. And it could have been a few sentences, a short scene, it really didn't need much.

I feel if this last episode would have had another passionate kiss, a few words from Mariana and some tears I would be ridiculously happy right now instead of rationalizing that I should be happy and grateful for getting that next step. It's still progress, hopefully it opens doors for the next slowburn. Eventually someone's gonna get it right.

I better finish my lesbian Hallmark script...

#madre solo hay dos s3 spoilers #madre solo hay 2 #madre solo hay dos #mshd #mshd spoilers #daughter from another mother #dfam #spoilers

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sunjakes · 2 years ago

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pancakes for dinner ; park sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x gn!reader genre: fluff, semi slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers warnings: intended lowercase, best friend sunsun and loser hoon agenda, a teeny bit of profanity from reader n a lot from sunghoon LOL, two v short mentions of food word count: 4.5k a/n: HAPPY VERY BELATED HOON DAY AND MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! part 4/7 of my song drabble series !! this one took me a lot longer to write than i'd like to admit ... regardless of my struggle picking a song and then getting out of writers block multiple times, i really like this one and i hope yall do too !! also go listen to lizzy mcalpine her music is seriously so good :>

sunghoon had never been the best with words, and you knew that all too well. after meeting him for the first time, you entirely believed that he could've been a mute until you saw him talking to his friend - and your fellow classmate, sunoo. most people tended to be taken aback by sunghoon’s timidness, but you honestly saw it as a challenge.

something about park sunghoon intrigued you.

maybe it was how he stuttered and stumbled over his words for the first few meetings you two had, but you wanted nothing more than to make him crack. and sunghoon didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he fell for you at first glance. you made him even more nervous than he usually is in front of people.

once you and sunghoon got seated next to each other in class, you took it as your chance to put your ideas into action. you wanted to break sunghoon out of whatever shell he was in, and after a couple of weeks, you can safely say it was working. even sunoo was shocked to see the side his friend was letting out when he was around you.

you made sunghoon laugh and smile more than anyone had ever seen. watching his fang-like teeth poke out from between his lips when you made him laugh extra hard filled your chest with pride. his reputation of being someone cold and shut out was shedding more and more with each passing day. despite how the both of you were always seen as class pets, you started getting reprimanded by your professors for talking too much during lectures.

even though you and sunghoon got super close as friends in class, you didn't spend time with him much outside of it, much to sunghoon's dismay. his feelings for you started to grow exponentially, as did yours for him, but he couldn't seem to gather the confidence to actually ask you about making plans.

"sunghoon hyung, you're never gonna advance with y/n if you never try to say anything, you know.. what if they actually like you back?"

sunghoon groans at sunoo's comment, a loud thump sounding in his bedroom as his head lands against his desk. he knows that sunoo's right, but it doesn't make anything feel any easier. that 'what if' when it comes to you is exactly what's holding him back. if being friends with you is the closest sunghoon will ever be to you, he'd take it in a heartbeat.

"i know, i know... but maybe they just want to be friends. i don't want y/n to pursue me because they see me as some charity case.."

hearing a quiet scoff come from sunoo, sunghoon sits up to look at him, finding a pair of sympathetic yet intense eyes gazing at him.

"hyung, i'm not 100% sure what to say outside of this: i wish you could see them from an outsider's perspective. i don't think they took a random initiative to talk to you because they see you as some pathetic guy like you seem to think."

the response catches sunghoon off guard, and he looks at sunoo with a quizzical expression. the younger boy just sighs softly and shakes his head, standing up from his seat on sunghoon's bed. gently patting sunghoon's shoulder, sunoo begins to make his way over to the door.

"this may sound cliché and cringy, but i think you should try writing how you feel down... maybe that way, if you ever get the balls to confess to y/n, you won't trip over your words and turn into an actual charity case."

before sunghoon could even get out a syllable of a response, sunoo was out the door, and he was left alone to fester in his own thoughts. a deep sigh leaves his lips, and he has to stop himself from slamming his head against his desk again. looking to his right, he sees an empty notebook he had purchased for a class that he never ended up using.

you should try writing how you feel down…

the suggestion rings throughout sunghoon’s head, and he reaches for the book without a second thought, opening the cover as he feels his nerves flood with anxiety. picking up a pen, every single thought sunghoon has seemingly ever had about you completely flees from his mind. he stares at the empty page as if a love letter would just materialize out of nowhere and write itself. he sighs for what feels like the millionth time, his pen hovering over the paper.

"...how the fuck am i supposed to do this...?"

fighting the urge to text sunoo for advice, sunghoon starts to write the first things that pop into his head:

y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing.. you make me crazy in the most amazing way i don't know how to describe. honestly, i never thought that you would come up and talk to me in class, but seeing you approach me for the first time made me so excited for the future. i'm so unbelievably glad you started talking to me. even though we officially met not that long ago, i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right. just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i'm hoping that one day i'll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to. stay just as you are, y/n. your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it's what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon

setting down his pen, sunghoon stares at the page he just filled, not even rereading what he wrote down. he instantly picks up his phone and sends a photo of his writing to sunoo, closing the notebook's cover so he can't look at the letter long enough to regret his decisions. he watches his message to his friend go from delivered to read, and the hesitation in sunoo's response starts to fill sunghoon with dread.

a minute or so later, sunghoon hears his phone ping, and he instantly picks it up to read sunoo's response:

"hyung, you are so down bad..."

with a loud groan. sunghoon's head drops down against his desk again, his phone falling into his lap as his arms dangle helplessly at his sides. not even bothering to actually respond to sunoo's text, sunghoon sarcastically mutters a comeback, getting up from his seat and leaving his notebook abandoned at his desk.

"you say that as if this wasn't your suggestion anyways, you dick.."

sunghoon feels ashamed to walk onto campus the next day, paranoid that you would somehow manage to find out about his impromptu love letter. his rational brain knows that sunoo is the only person who knows—and you and sunoo have barely spared a conversation with each other—but school being school, he knows how easy it is for word to spread about anything. walking into the lecture hall, a quiet sigh of relief leaves his lips when he sees that you haven't arrived yet. he makes his way over to sunoo, rolling his eyes as the younger boy playfully nudges him with his elbow.

"soooo loverboy, when are you planning to confess to them?~"

sunghoon scoffs and makes his way over to his seat, muttering a nearly inaudible "fuck off..." sunoo just chuckles at his friend’s response, setting his book bag on the floor as he sits next to sunghoon. he gently pats the older’s shoulder, noticing how he’s trying to look everywhere besides the door to the classroom.

“look, i can tell you’re worried about y/n finding out. i will swear to you now that i won’t say a single word if you don’t want me to. i would never be the type of person to snitch, anyways; you of all people should know that.”

sunghoon’s shoulders slump as he nods in understanding. a stressed sigh wracks his chest and he threads his fingers through his hair, trying to keep his composure. as if on cue, his posture shoots up pin-straight as he hears your voice approaching the room. sunoo fights back another laugh, smiling knowingly as you make your way through the door.

sunghoon tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when you give him that bright smile that he fell in love with so quickly. whispering a soft "i'll take that as my cue to leave..", sunoo gets up from his spot and moves to another seat in the lecture hall, and sunghoon thanks whatever higher power may exist as you take the empty seat beside him without a second thought.

"hey hoon! since it's still pretty nice out, would you wanna go to a café and get some coffee after class? we could maybe study together, and even though it may still be school-related, i wanna see you outside of this setting for once.."

you motion to your surroundings with one hand and a pout on your lips. the endearing nickname you suddenly gave to sunghoon leaves him a little love struck to the point where he almost misses your question. he prays you don't notice the red flush to his cheeks or how his gaze instantly dropped to your lips as he responds—which you absolutely did and made sure to take note of—and he nods as he tries to collect himself to answer.

“oh-uh, yeah, totally! what classes do you need to study for?”

sunghoon instantly running with the study idea left somewhat of a sour taste in both of your mouths, and you have to hide the frown that fights its way to your lips as you ramble off some random class that you know you don’t genuinely need to study for. nodding nervously, he makes eye contact with sunoo behind you—who grins, giving sunghoon a thumbs up—and starts to turn his attention to the front of the room as he sees the professor walk in.

despite the awkward tension between the two of you, your lecture passes by uneventfully. you keep trying to steal glances at sunghoon, and he must have been attempting the same thing, because your gazes met on more than one occasion. you hide a smile as you watch his ears get progressively more pink everytime your eyes meet. you stand up simultaneously as your professor dismisses you, and as you look up at sunghoon, you swear a knife could cut through the nerves you could hear thick in his voice.

"so uh, y/n... i'll meet you at the café, right?"

you look at him confused, and you watch sunghoon's face blush bright red at your reaction. without even thinking, you reach to grab his hand, and both of you feel electricity shoot up through your arms at the point of contact. sunghoon catches himself staring at the way your hands fit together, and his mind runs with want to never let go of your hand. he noticed how perfectly your hand felt in his and fought the urge to intertwine your fingers, wondering if you were feeling the same things he was.

"what you mean 'meet me,' hoon? why don't we just go together right now?"

he wordlessly nods, and you two make your way out of the lecture hall, neither of you letting go of each others hands. sunoo watches in shock, and not long after leaving the room, sunghoon's phone buzzes. he checks it with his free hand, flushing an even darker red when he sees a text from his friend reading: "im sorry .. WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS?!"

by the time you both walk into the café, you were no longer holding hands after sunghoon had gotten embarrassed by sunoo’s text. after choosing a table and setting down your bags, you move to head up to the counter but are stopped as sunghoon puts his hand on your shoulder.

“what do you want to drink? it’s on me.”

you look up to see sunghoon smiling at you, his cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink, and you’re awestruck to see the shy and timid boy you met just weeks ago slowly disappearing in front of you. he seems to notice you spacing out and says your name to get your attention again, snapping you out of your daze.

“o-oh, shit, sorry.. can you get me an iced oat latte? thank you so much, hoon.”

his smile just grows as he nods, motioning for you to sit down as he heads up to the counter to order for the both of you. you watch him in shock, trying to figure out what happened to the nervous sunghoon that practically tripped over his own words just an hour ago when you brought up the idea of coming to the café in the first place. after a few minutes, you watch sunghoon walk back over to the table with both of your drinks and some pastries, and you start to blush as he sets them down onto the table.

"i also got us some things to snack on in case you get hungry!"

you look at him and smile gratefully as he sits down, shyly mumbling a thank you as you take your drink from his hand. starting to get supplies out of his bag, sunghoon looks up at you confused when he notices you not move to do the same.

"y/n, weren't we gonna study? did you not bring anything?"

sunghoon looks at you shocked when your mood suddenly changes, sighing as you look at him with a scowl and a slight glare. setting down your drink, your frown drops and you look at him, seemingly annoyed out of nowhere, at least in sunghoon's opinion.

"park sunghoon, are you being serious right now?"

sunghoon just blinks at your question, growing more confused by the second at your sudden mood switch.

"d-did i say something wrong? what happened?"

you sigh again at his cluelessness, slightly rolling your eyes. looking at sunghoon dead in the eyes, you bluntly tell him of your intentions.

"i didn't actually mean to turn this into a study date, sunghoon. i just used that as an excuse so that i could spend time with you outside of class.. i only ever see you under those god awful flourescent lights in that stupid lecture hall, and it was actually starting to drive me insane."

sunghoon gasps softly as he hears the word date leave your lips, his mouth gaped like a fish out of water. you maintain eye contact with him while holding the same, slightly frustrated expression, and sunghoon blushes darker than you've ever seen before. you can practically hear the gears turning in his mind as he tries to take in what you said and come up with a response.

"a.. a date..?"

you can't help but laugh at his question, resting your head on the palms of your hands as you look at him.

"you really are clueless, aren't you hoon?"

successful in flustering sunghoon with your response, he breaks eye contact with you and drops his gaze to the table, awkwardly coughing and scratching the back of his neck.

"i... i was so excited at the prospect of hanging out with you in the first place that i didn't even realize you didn't actually want to study together, to be honest.."

you mimic his previous shocked expression at his sudden confession, and now it's sunghoon's turn to chuckle. he catches your attention by suddenly outstretching his hand to you across the table, and you look at him confused.

"give me your phone, i want another chance to redo this 'date' and give you the experience you actually deserve."

you blush at his statement and nod, pulling your phone out of your pocket and passing it to him. sunghoon sets his own phone down on the table and motions for you to take it, so you do, putting your number into his phone. he smiles and passes back your phone before getting up from the table, grabbing his coffee and his bag.

"text me when you get to your dorm, yeah? we can replan a better date before class tomorrow."

failing to come up with a verbal response, you nod, and sunghoon grins as he bids you goodbye, turning to make his way out of the café. you continue to sit there for a few moments, processing everything that just took place between the multitude of attitude changes and confessions from both you and sunghoon.

you open your phone to see sunghoon's contact staring back at you, and you smile widely when you see he inputted his display name as "hoon" with a penguin and heart emoji next to it. stuffing your phone into your pocket, you decide to start collecting your belongings to head back to your dorm. right as you go to head out of the café, you notice that sunghoon left the notebook he brought with him sitting on the table. you pick it up and start making your way back to your dorm room, making the mental note to text him about it and return it during tomorrow's lecture.

you had noticed that the cover of the notebook had slightly opened as you grabbed it off of the table, and seeing sunghoon's name printed on the bottom of the first page caught your attention. it looked like a sign-off to some sort of note or letter, and your curiosity got the best of you as you open the notebook's cover to read what it said in full.

y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing..

after reading that first sentence, you had to force yourself to wait until you got back to your dorm to read the rest of it. you instantly head to your bedroom once you return, and you rushedly pull out sunghoon's notebook again, your curiousity only growing as you were desperate to find out what sunghoon had written to—or about—you in this case. opening the cover to the notebook again, you sit down on your bed and start to read.

i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right.

you start to smile at his wording, feeling various emotions flood in your chest. holding back your tears, you gasp at the next few lines he wrote.

just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i’m hoping that one day i’ll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you blush deeply, and the last sentence causes you to tear up, suddenly getting emotional.

your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it’s what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon

gently tossing his notebook in front of you after closing the cover again, you fail to fight back the tears as you begin to comprehend everything you've just read. grabbing your phone, you shoot sunghoon a brief text regarding his notebook, refusing to mention its contents as you wipe the tears covering your cheeks.

“oh shit…”

hanging out with sunghoon again, sunoo's head whips to look at him at his sudden exclamation. sunghoon's face fills with dread and nervousness as he responds to your text, and sunoo looks at him confused.

"what's wrong, hyung? did something happen?"

"y/n has my notebook."

sunoo's eyebrows furrow in confusion, not understanding where the issue lies as sunghoon cards his fingers through his hair, a stressed sigh leaving his lips.

"sun.. y/n has the notebook."

as soon as sunoo makes the connection as to what sunghoon was referring to, his eyes widen, covering his mouth with his hand as if to muffle his response—to no avail.

"OH MY GOD."

sunghoon groans, his head falling back against his pillow as he covers his face with his hands. worried about how he's handling it, sunoo moves to sit on the end of sunghoon's bed, gently resting his hand on the older's leg.

"god, what if they read it..? what if they hate me now? i'm gonna have no chance now.. fuck, man, i'm seriously screwed."

"woah, woah, woah.. pause. you're running to conclusions way too fast, dude."

sunghoon lifts his head up, looking at sunoo with an expression that exudes 'are you joking right now'. sunoo rolls his eyes, nudging sunghoon's legs to the side so he can fully sit on top of the bed. looking at sunghoon with that same intense and sympathetic look from the day before, he starts to speak.

"this is exactly what i meant when i said i wish you could see y/n from a third person point of view. they way they practically beam at you? they don't do that for anyone else i've ever seen. they even basically gave you a pet name. people don't just do that for someone unless they're genuinely interested in them. if anything, you've definitely still got a shot, if not a better shot now, at actually being with them."

sunghoon just blankly stares at sunoo for a moment, not sure sunoo's telling him the truth or just saying this to make him feel better. slowly, he nods, praying that the younger boy is onto something. he sighs quietly as he sits up, running his fingers through his hair again.

"let's hope you're right.. if i just royally fucked up, i'm done for.."

it's safe to say that when you and sunghoon saw each other in class the next day, you both were extremely tense, your reasonings being on the opposite sides of the same spectrum. sunghoon was stiff as a board as you handed him his notebook back, still petrified at the mental image of you reading the equivalent of his whole heart on a sheet of paper. you, on the other hand, were still processing the answers that said paper gave to you. his mannerisms and reactions when it came to you finally made sense.

the awkward "thanks.." sunghoon muttered out left you both cringing internally, hating the sudden atmosphere change between you. there was still some time before the lecture actually started, so the two of you decided to try and talk things out and settle the tenseness. sitting down, you and sunghoon turn your chairs to face each other, and you fight the urge to reach out and touch him.

"so.. the notebook..."

sunghoon was shocked to hear you mention it first, his worst fears beginning to manifest themselves inside his head. it feels like his heart leaps into his throat, and he looks at you with wide eyes.

"look, hoon, i read what you wrote."

oh no.

even though you called him by the nickname you gave him, the one that normally makes his heart race and his face flush, he can feel the beginnings of his heart starting to shatter. he dropped his gaze to his lap, holding back his emotions from rushing to the surface. you can sense sunghoon's distress, and you decide to gently rest your hand on top of his knee. you frown slightly when he flinches, looking up at you with glassy eyes. you slightly panic seeing his current state, gently squeezing his knee.

"wait, oh my god, sunghoon, hold on. please listen to me. i read what you wrote, and i can't even start to describe how happy it made me."

sunghoon isn’t fully sure how to respond. he was constantly dreading, waiting for the “i know about it” statement to stumble its way from your lips. however, the positive acknowledgement of his unintentional confession was the last thing he ever could have expected. looking caught like a deer in headlights, sunghoon responded with the only word his mouth seemed to remember how to say.

“what?”

you sigh softly and reach for one of his hands, which he’s fiddling with in his lap. as you intertwine your fingers, you can feel your heart practically beat out of your chest, but you try your hardest to ignore your emotions for just a moment. his eyes manage to widen even further until you gently squeeze his hand, letting him relax a bit.

"i know you didn't want me to see it, and i'm sorry i did. but please, don't be embarrassed or upset at yourself, okay?"

sunghoon was still seemingly confused at what you were trying to get at. he was so set on the idea that you were going to reject him to even possibly consider you reciprocating his feelings.

"what.. what do you mean?"

sunghoon watches you smile softly and starts to feel his worry start to completely fade away. there's something to your expression that looks different to how he's ever seen you. he notices an underlying look of love in your eyes, and sunghoon can feel the beginnings of his heart racing.

"i've liked you for a while, sunghoon. genuinely. i had wanted to talk to you for a while before i finally decided to do it, and god—i'm so glad i did. you're so incredibly kind, and just being in this class with you has given me a reason to look forward to tomorrows.

the way you're looking deep into sunghoon's eyes lets him confirm that you're telling him the truth, and the smile on your face begins to grow as you watch him start to smile back. sunghoon squeezes your hand lightly, and you have to hold yourself back from pulling him out of his chair and into a tight hug. with his thoughts starting to clear, sunghoon finaly gets to ask you the question that's been replaying in his head for the past few days.

"so, how about we redo that café date after class today? i'll get you your iced oat latte again, and we won't have to do any 'studying' this time."

sunghoon smiles as you nod, and your attention turns to the front of the room as the professor walks in. you both decide to keep holding hands under the table, and you respond in a hushed whisper right before the lecture begins.

"i'd love that, hoon~"

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shipcestuous · 3 years ago

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I've been reading through all your amazing posts and asks (as usual heh this account is a joy to me) and I wanted to ask how writing your original fiction is going! Give mentioned so many different ideas you've had and even about how far along you were with them and I really wanted to know how those were going heh. As you can see knowing other writers of original cesty fiction is important to me so I'm real giddy heh. Hope you're well even if you aren't working on anything ❤️

I love you for asking me this.

The main story I've made progress on since the blog went down is my Christmas one. I know I mentioned it offhand but perhaps not in detail. It's in the kids-get-transported-to-a-magical-land genre meets The Santa Clause only it's written by an adult for adults with (mostly) related adult characters (naturally). They started out as teens in conception but they kept getting pushed up by the plot planning until they were all in the 20's at the start. So, yeah. I only work on it November-January (sometimes February too), so it's hard to set it down but fun to pick it up again when the season arrives. I'm on part 4 of 6, through the parts probably won't all be equal length. I would say I'm about half way through. It's really long, through, like 280,000 words so far, so you can imagine what it will be like when it's done. Enormous. I've been working on it since 2016, I think, and I've definitely got a couple more years to go. It's set in 2017, which is getting awkward.

I want to be careful about what I say because the story is built on the reader having a lot of questions about what's really going on. As the author I don't want to spoil it, and even saying how many incest couples there are and what kind of incest it is technically a spoiler but as a reader I understand better than anyone that you want to know you're going to get what you want and not get what you don't want, or else you're wasting your time. Anyway, you can count on a slow burn brother/sister romance being the primary topic.

I haven't actually shared any fun information, though, so I suppose I had better get into it a little more, lol. The main couple are half-siblings - they share a father - but their mothers are also sisters and they grew up as cousins, but the kind of cousins who are really close and spend the whole summer together at their grandparents' house and stuff like that. He's three years older and they're just now reaching a point in their lives where that kind of age difference doesn't matter at all anymore. As kids he kind of felt stuck with her - they were close enough in age that they were expected to play together even though she was never quite at where he was at, all the more so because she's very much the doesn't-like-to-get-dirty type. So he's still kind of carrying that around even though it's much different now.

She's like very mothering and nurturing and so she's always trying to take care of him, which drives him crazy, and also her family has significantly more money, so there's tension over that. They've lived in the same city for the past 10+ years and have become very close in their older years, like they would both easily say that the other is their best friend and means more to them than anyone. Their cousins' family suffered a tragedy and their aunt was already a single mom so they've been taking care of that family and basically raising their baby cousin together for the past ten years which really brought them together.

But they have absolutely no inkling that they're totally in love with each other and it's going to be a slightly angsty journey of discovery.

I'm looking over what I've described and I'm not loving it. Hopefully when you guys see it in action (if you so choose), it'll come off better because I actually think they're really great and everyone would love them as a ship, though I think maybe in the end the story itself won't be for everyone, it definitely verges on corny.

I have another story that I hope to finish this year. I haven't advanced beyond what I've already written about on here, but I plan on working on it next, and it's already 2/3 of the way done.

Thank you so much for asking me about this! I hope we can all share about our original fiction and encourage and support each other.

#asks #soulbatesheaven #original fiction #my original fiction #tw: incest #noiv #nr #r: brosis

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How would you rewrite season 3 so it would be more coherent? I'm not talking about a full on rewrite of the entire episodes, I just mean how to make the plot lines and development flow better or changing them to be satisfying for all the characters.

Okay this is a really good question. I was going to say to make it more centered on FOWL but going back and reading the episode titles, it already kinda is. Like there's not that many episodes that don't tie into the finale in some way. I do have tweaks here and there that would help with plot and character development throughout the season. This ended up being a lot longer than I thought so here's a page break lol

Going in a linear format, Steelbeak should have made himself smart in Double-O-Duck instead of making the ray to make everyone else dumb. He'd be a more competent villain and more in line with his character in the original DWD. Maybe he could have even played a roll in LGD. It also would have avoided both him and Launchpad being mostly comic relief characters. I think there's too many jokes at Launchpad's expense about him being dumb. If he went back to his "normal" level of intelligence at the end, he could have told the family about FOWL without jeprodizing the search for the rest of the season. All they'll know is that FOWL is trying to take down the family and where the secret headquarters is. There's still the search for the leader and why FOWL is doing what they're doing. This makes it so that Huey has more to do and accomplish in what is supposed to be his season.

Next, The Rumble For Ragnorok. I'm just going off of memory here. I don't think that this episode did very much in the way of developing characters. Or at all. It was a forgettable filler episode where Dewey learned a lesson about humility or something and then it didn't come into play ever again. This episode could have been removed entirely to make room for an episode after LGD to give the Mallard-McQuack family more screen time and development. A general plot of this episode could be: Huey is helping Fenton and the other adults search the other realities for Gosalyn's missing grandpa. They end up finding him but he's either dead/a totally different person with different memories that doesn't remember Gosalyn at all. This event causes Gosalyn to give up the search and accept that her family is gone. Dewey has an emotional moment with her aside where he comforts her and relates the situation back to his mom and talks about found family while looking back at Launchpad and Drake. (Not really integrating this into any of my other points but if Della died on the moon in season 2 and the kids knew about this, it would make the interaction more impactful) At the end of the episode, its shown that Gosalyn has her own room, either in the lair or in a house similar to the original DWD, and Drake tucks her in while singing her lullaby.

The Phantom and the Sorceress. Oh God, what a mess. There's way too much wrong with this episode. Soup-Du-Silence had a good idea on how to fix it from Lena's perspective, which you can read about here. As for Gladstone, he could have still lost his powers and come to the mansion for help. But instead of him asking literal children, its Della and Donald (and maybe Fethry is there too) and then its a cousins adventure! Donald revels in Gladstone being unlucky but still wants to help. Gladstone doesn't seem so pathetic and played for comic relief. They track down the Blot together after Lena and her family fight him out of the Saberwing house, or they're about to find him when the Blot's gauntlet breaks and Gladstone magically gets his luck back for seemingly no reason, much to Donald's dismay. It might have to be two different episodes because cutting back and forth between the two plot lines would detract time from each and make the episode harder to follow. Idk but there's so many things they could have done that would have made the episode actually good and coherent

Let's Get Dangerous. It was good but it felt rushed. It needed to be longer. The timeline was hard to follow. Instead of the cheap shot at the end were Heron picks Bradford up in a FOWL helicopter, have the triplets being suspicious of him and figuring it out for themselves. Maybe they're all wary for different reasons and talking about it in a group huddle and Huey connects the dots in a dramatic reveal. They confront Bradford who does an evil villain slow clap congratulating them on figuring it out, but before anything else can happen, he's able to escape.

How Santa Stole Christmas. I don't think we needed this backstory. Instead, give us the opportunity to see bonding between characters. Its Della and Donald's first Christmas back together. Let us see that. Give us an interaction about the sweater. "You still have that sweater?" "Of course, wear it every year." And then they hug or something. That's literally all they had to do. Instead of following a Santa storyline that ends in Scrooge leaving an impoverished child alone in a house with nothing but a lump of coal when he could have given a tiny portion of his wealth to help her, let Scrooge learn the true meaning of Christmas through his family. Or even better yet, let him throw a party, inviting over recurring characters, and have it double as a brain storming session on how to defeat FOWL. Show them coming up with the plan for Webby's birthday party. Give us interactions with characters who haven't been there all season. Penumbra can help. Where has she been? She was building a ship back to the moon before, right? Give a conclusion to that. If she's decided to stay on Earth like it seemed in the end of her episode, all we really need is a short two second clip of her hanging out with the other Moonlanders, having their own form of Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever else.

As for the last few episodes leading up to the finale, I get what they were going for. Give each of the triplets one last centric episode. However, I think that the messages fell short in the Dewey and Louie episodes. I think they should have taken more of a Beaks in the Shell approach where the selected triplet still gets to shine, while also setting up high stakes for the finale. Don't be adding new characters so late in the game, be wrapping up storylines with already established ones. There wasn't really a point in adding Kit or Poe, other than the writers wanting to make reference to as many characters as possible. Same with April May and June.

Now for the finale. My main thing: don't make Webby a clone. It messes too much with all the dynamics in the show and ruins the found family message they've had this entire time. It would have been a lot better if Webby's parents were FOWL agents who had a change of heart after having their child and got killed by Bradford or Heron when trying to leave the organization. That's ample reason for Beakley not wanting Webby to know. I think the finale did a pretty good job of wrapping things up outside of that, honestly. Again, there wasn't really enough time to give all the characters a proper ending, like Gene who just disappeared once he was saved, never to be seen again, but if time was managed better in the episodes leading up to the finale, it would have made it so that more characters could have accomplished what they needed to. And what was with Bradford getting turned into a real buzzard at the end? You really going to just undomesticate him like that? Give him some poetic justice, push him into the void that makes people cease to exist.

That's about all I can think of at the moment. Thanks for the ask! It was fun to go through everything and think about what could have been done better

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