#dyo's fic

[wolveria]

Where/how did you come up with the name of Valens and Dyo for 049 and 035? I see Dyo being used by other fics for 035 and I'm confused if I missed some lore in the scp foundation regarding their names and stuff (Probably did)

Dýo is from the SCP Sedition Tapes, if I remember right. 035 has Greek origins there

I came up with Valens. I believe it's Roman, but I liked the French pronunciation of it

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February 2023 Recap

Mission success: I wrote something every day!  Some of it was short, some of it was elaborate.  Main link to the AO3 collection will be in the reblog later today.

1.  Hello  -- Theron Shan notices something strange going on at base (with hideous fanart!)

2.  Soft -- Theron snuggles with Eva Corolastor (smuggler oc) early in the morning, before he has to go...

3.  Anniversary -- Jace Malcom, a stickler for etiquette, arrives with an appropriate first anniversary present for Eva (and Theron). 

4. Starlight -- After finding Nok Drayen’s treasure, Eva takes Corso Riggs, Risha Drayen, and Bowdaar somewhere special to celebrate.

5. Amber -- Arcann seeks redemption in the form of Darth Marr’s lightsaber, with the help of Talos Drellik.  I’ve already decided I’m going to re-edit this for a larger work in the indeterminate future.  Cameo by Ramesses (Sith Warrior OC)

6.  Stretch -- Jace watches Satele Shan walk through her lightsaber katas as he drafts a critical sales pitch.

7. Cloak -- Jace deals with the crisis of the day, thanks to his brother, Kal Malcom.  I’m mentioned Kal in the past, but this is his first appearance as a character.  Let’s just say he’s different from his big brother.

8.  Callous -- Eva and Theron spend time together at the firing range.

9.  Breezy -- Rass Ordo talks with Torian Cadera and thinks about Mandalorians in love.  Then he meets Fria Whitcord (consular OC). 

10.  Thunder -- Athene Corolastor tends to Eva during her first thunderstorm.  Athene has been illusive as a narrative voice until now.  Instead of the ethereal, light figure she looks like, she’s definitely coming out with a harder edge than I anticipated.

11.  Immaculate -- Arcann goes to see his mother Senya Tirall for an important appointment.

12.  Shell -- Eva goes on her first mission with Theron after the carbonite freeze.  This is a heist fic, with background bickering from Lana Beniko and Koth Vortena.

13.  Pride -- As he holds their son Argento (Argo for short), Theron talks to Eva about the pitfalls of parental pride.  This does have some sad feels in there, but everyone is safe and happy here.

14.  Free Space:  Heartbeat -- Theron goes on his first mission since Ziost, guided through the guts of Zakuul by Marcus Trant.  He takes a detour to visit someone.  This is the long one of the bunch, at 1800+ words.

15.  Reward -- Things weren’t always bad with Darmas Pollaran.  A brief look at the beginning of the relationship between Eva and Darmas, right after Balmorra in Chapter 2.

16.  Glow -- A fluffy, slightly risque fic on Copero with Eva and Theron: they have plans.

17.  Blessed -- Corso gets to know Guss Tuno shortly after Hoth. 

18.  Glide -- Theron races in his first swoop competition in front of Jace, a fellow former swooper. 

19.  Loop -- Eva, Corso, and Hylo the cat arrive on Coruscant for the first time.

20.   Sink -- The state of a sink and the surrounding environs can reveal a lot about a person.  This seems to have been a favorite with readers. :)

21.   Tender -- For once, Lana gets hurt, and her friends are there for her. 

22.  Remember -- Eva experiences her first “Eternal Fleet Remembrance Day” with Theron.

23.  Crave -- Aric Jorgan catches Theron at the cantina at 0300, due to unforeseen happy circumstances.  This one has some CWs at the top.  

24.  Bubbly -- Day 2 of the ‘official’ Jace Malcom/Satele Shan relationship on Alderaan.

25.  Murmur -- Theron is greeted by Eva and their daughter, Dyominia, after an unexpected mission gone wrong.

26.  Joy -- Joy is a noisy house, according to Jace Malcom.  Cameo appearances by Kal, Theron, Eva, Argo, and Dyo.

27.  Blaze -- They who shoot together, stay together.  Or at least that’s Akaavi’s advice to Eva and Theron.

28.  Goodbye -- the silly-ass bordering-on-crackfic sequel to #5, starring Arcann, Koth, and Talos. 

@fluffyfebruary

[citrusitonit]

Judt finsihedbgiving nyxie poopoopeepee farty their late bday fift... dyo think theyll like my short fic of them lying in lilias lap on a hot summer day under a foliage of a tree in the middle of a golden dandelion field sharinf a soft bonding moment together

[heimeldat]

I think all the fics I've read by you are very cool, but as the Seventh Doctor and Ace fan that I am, you know I would love to hear your Director's Cut about those XD ❤️

Ooh let’s see...I guess I only have 3 with them so far.

Incendarine Contamination was kind of an accident. I hadn’t really planned to write anything with Seven, at least not until I’d refreshed my memory on some of his serials. But someone had given me an “accidental baby acquisition” prompt for an entirely different Doctor (I think it was Twelve) and this image just popped into my head of Seven carrying around some sort of ugly tentacly baby that had physically latched onto him, while Ace stared in dismay. So I kind of laughed and started writing a description of the scene, and next thing I knew I’d written 8 thousand words and fallen in love with Seven all over again.

Crystal, Fuse, and Mask was based on a prompt I snagged from some exchange I wasn’t part of, so I set out to fulfil as many of the prompter’s tags as possible, and that really guided the plot. I didn’t write this one all at once, though; I posted each chapter as I finished it and then figured out later how to resolve whatever problem I’d just created. This one is notable for introducing me to Doctor Nyarlathotep. I always liked the more eldritch mental-powers side of the Doctor’s character, but I didn’t know it was a Thing. I think it was actually you, Dyo, who mentioned Nyarla in the comments and prompted me to look up what that meant. Never coming back from that rabbit hole! Btw I do still intend to continued this story; it’s going to be a trilogy, each installment about the same length as this first one. I just haven’t gotten around to writing it yet.

Cold and Hot was inspired by a list of Whumptober prompts. I knew I wasn’t going to do more than a couple stories in October, so I crammed as many of the prompts as possible into one story. (Well, I probably could have managed more than eight, but that felt like enough.) I’d already been wanting to do a shipwreck story, and my first thought was to use Eight and Charley; they felt like the obvious choice for the romanticized adventure tropes associated with wrecks. But I’d been writing a lot of Eight/Charley and wanted a change, and I also didn’t feel like dealing with the frustration and anger that Charley often feels when the Doctor gets all self-sacrificial. Ace is much more likely to take that type of plot in stride; she gets triggered by secrets, not sacrifice. I’m glad I went that route; in this case, it was more fun exploring Time Lord biology (especially since I’d just finished writing my biological essay) than dealing with Charley’s emotions.

[loneveenas]

morning coffees and flower sketches

pairing: iwaizumi x reader words: 1140

summary: your flower shops gets its daily visit from the cute tattoo parlor owner who has his shop across the street.

note: i wrote again ha ha ha i’m super busy with uni projects as i hope to graduate within a month so !! sorry for my inactivity :(( but please enjoy this short-ish piece

there he was again. you looked at the door from your seat up and waved at him, indicating that he could walk in. “it’s open,” you still said.

“yo,” he said, nodding, pushing his body through the wall, his sketchbook tucked underneath his arm.

“hi.” you smiled back. “busy day today?”

he nodded another time, and just like that you fell into your normal morning routine. he went to sit on a different spot than he usually did and started sketching some flowers, while you went and got the fresh flowers from the back and started organizing them and making pre-made bouquets.

you couldn’t help but glance over in his direction every now and then. he was looking exceptionally… interesting today.

he looked cute, with his spiky but messy hair, his hand going through it once in a while, the pencil in his other hand often traveling to his mouth. it was…

just as he was about to look around, you quickly looked back to your work, cutting flowers at the decent length.

you hear him approach you and your heart beat picks up. he put his sketchbook down on your counter. you look up to meet his eyes and your heart skips a beat for a second.

“do you still have some dried flowers in the back?”

“yea—” you cough, choking on your breath — just great —  “yeah. i put them to dry for you last week, so they might not be too great yet, but you can go have a look at them.”

he put up a grin. “cool, thanks.”

he already started walking away when you couldn’t help but call after them, “you know the way,” to which he raised his hand, his back already disappearing around the corner.

you breath out. why was it so hard facing him? no, haha, you knew absolutely why.

the cute tattoo artist from across the street, iwaizumi hajime, would always come over right before your shift to sketch some flowers for inspiration. and he wasn’t just cute… with his tattooed sleeves, and the big pieces on his thighs, and the smaller tattoo you once peeked in the nape of his neck — you didn’t really know what it was, though.

you shook it off. what you did know is that in the last couple weeks the strange tattoo artist from across the street had become familiar with you in a way that you hadn’t expected. he came over to sketch flowers for inspiration — before you opened, because you had once idly expressed that you disliked it when he came when there were customers, and he listened — and you asked him to drink a cup of coffee before he left and you opened the shop.

and that’s what you also went and did this morning. right before he’d come in, you made sure to get a pot of fresh coffee going.

“hajime, are you done? coffee is almost ready,” you called for him, suddenly realizing how rude that might have come off as. “i mean, uh, don’t feel pressured or anything.”

you heard a laugh coming from around the corner, with him entering your little kitchenette shortly after. “don’t worry about it,” he replied, sitting down in ‘his’ stool. you said down in yours and gave either of you your coffee cups.

you grinned at his coffee cup. two weeks ago he had brought his own so that you didn’t have to keep on using paper cups for him — “paper tastes so bad,” he had complained.

you stared at him for a while, but neither of you noticed.

you opened your mouth to ask him something that has been on your mind for a little longer than just today, but something loud and shrill interrupted you before you could even utter one word.

the beeping of his watch announced the next hour, meaning it was time for your shop to open and him to return to his shop.

he drank the rest of his coffee quickly and stood up, grabbing his cup and tucking it between his bicep and his side. “thanks for the coffee,” he smiled, looking down at the ground.

“of course,” you smiled in return, trying to make his eyes avert the ground and face yours.

but he didn’t. he turned around and left for the door, while you kept looking at him. his hand moved up to pull open the door. he looked over his shoulder, waved at you one last time and finally made your eyes meet.

you raised your arm to wave back, smiling softly, and saw him disappear outside, across the street and into his own shop.

staring at the glass door a little longer, you finally decided to stand up and get your day started. a new delivery was coming in today and you had to get a part of the store ready.

while you were busy, your mind couldn’t stop wandering away to the cute tattoo artist who had his shop across the street from you.

you honestly wished you could me more than just neighbors.

you huffed softly, picking up a new pot of flowers, and mumbled to yourself, “as if. he’s no match for me, that’s for sure...” 

but saying that ached your heart so much, you nearly dropped the vase. you stood in shock, as you stared at the shards on the floor. 

“to hell with that,” you mumbled, leaving the shards as they were as you hurried outside, running across the street. you had to take care of more important matters.

you rather had shards on the floor than shards in your heart for the rest of your life. it was now or never.

you barged in through the door of the tattoo parlor, quickly catching your breath from your short run. you knew he had a customer in the morning but he luckily hadn’t started yet.

“iwaizumi hajime!” you yelled out, eyes shut tight, afraid to look him in the eyes for the following seconds. “i like you! i’ve liked you for a while now! i’m sorry i came barging in like this but i couldn’t hold back anymore!” 

you breathed heavily in and out, adrenaline rushing through your body as you made your first confession ever.  your eyes were still closed. 

footsteps came closer and closer and you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“i’m sorry,” is what the familiar voice told you. 

you opened your eyes, confused. “what?” was he going to say that he—

“i’m sorry that you were the one who had to confess first,” iwaizumi’s said with softened eyes and his mouth in his stupid little grin. 

you stared at him for a little while. “what... are you trying to say?”

he laughed, shaking his head, and embraced you. “fill that one in for yourself.”

tagging @tamcitrus​, @settersloveletters​ thank u my luvs <3333

click here for part two!

[hunnybby]

3 ways to say ‘i love you’

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x oikawa torū

genre: fluff

word count: 380

a/n: this is a relationship told in 9 sentences for my good friend @loneveenas 💕 dyo i kiss ur feet 💕

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1. ramen

“Iwa-chan let’s go get ramen!” Oikawa singsongs, making it so his sentence sounds like a suggestion between comrades rather than an order from someone who’s been grumpy during the entire practice.

Iwaizumi grunts as he pulls his gym bag over his shoulders, then winces at the contact made on his sore muscle, before giving his team captain a questionable look, “Right now?”

The other nods in response, softening his features and producing a small smile before saying his reason, “I heard you telling Hanamaki how hungry you were after the last drill- let me treat you out.”

2. reassurance

The captain of Seijoh makes sure that the team is together and on the same page every time, but the Ace of Seijoh makes sure the captain of the team is actually focused and looking ahead.

This is what Iwaizumi finds himself doing now, in the middle of practice and in a conveniently empty hall way; he has his hand pressed against Oikawa’s back, and the captain is trembling with incoherent words that Iwaizumi can only put together as, “No matter how hard I practice, I’ll never be good enough.”

And Iwaizumi lets him wallow like that (but not for too long- they still have drills to do) before clapping Oikawa hard on the back and sternly saying, “When it comes to you, you are more than enough.”

3. reaction

If you ask anyone who is the most affectionate out of the two, the answer will be Oikawa 99.99% of the time- and this is because Iwaizumi thinks before he acts and Oikawa is naturally touchy with everyone; constantly side-hugging, fist-bumping, and back-patting.

But today, Iwaizumi finds himself dozing off on the bus ride back to Seijoh after a long day of back and forth games, and he’s trying his very best to stay awake and alert.

Oikawa sits beside him, patting his shoulder and telling Iwaizumi, “You can take a nap, no ones telling you to keep your eyes open,” to convince him that it’s ok to just rest- and so he does by looping his arm around Oikawa’s, the touch itself so familiar and so comforting that he doesn’t have to think twice about his actions, and settling his head to rest on the shoulders of his captain, his friend, his person.

[starrysamu]

more than willing.

sakusa x gn!reader ⚘ fluff ⚘ wc: 0.5k ⚘ warnings: mentions of alcohol

→ there’s always someone waiting at home for you after a long day. 

a/n: for my dutch teacher and amazing friend, dyo. @loneveenas​ i know you like ship!fics but i will be Honest i am not Confident to write one .... but i hope you like this reader fic ): i know it was a long day, but i hope this can cheer you up just a little bit. love you lots, thanks for always dealing with my bullshit <3 

you sighed, unlocking the door to your apartment quickly. you pushed the door open with slight force, sending it back to hit the wall with a slam. 

with a quiet ‘tsk,’ you locked it behind you, a soft, “i’m home,” uttering from your lips. 

dark eyes peered at you from the living room. “long day at work?” 

you barely managed a hum, your eyelids falling by the minute. you sighed again, setting your things to the side as you washed your hands. you silently retreated into your room to rid the day’s clothes, opting for comfortable sweats in its stead. 

you shuffled to the kitchen and swung the fridge door open, grabbing a cold beer. 

“at least have dinner,” a quiet voice called, as if it knew exactly what you were up to. 

you clicked your tongue, standing in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room, a pout threatening on your lips. 

sakusa sighed. he reached his arms wide as he waved his hands slightly, motioning for you to come for him. 

it was nights like these when he understood exactly what you needed. he didn’t understand why you needed it, or why it worked so well, but he knew it would cheer you up after quite a long day. whatever it was, he was more than willing to put aside his personal preferences. 

so you shuffled over to him, his arms wrapping around you gently. his fingers splayed in your hair, rubbing gentle circles on your scalp soft enough to put you to sleep against him right then and there. 

“you wanna talk about it?” came the low rumble from his chest. 

you shook your head against his chest, cracking open the can to take a long sip from it. you sighed out in relief, before looking up at him. 

“and how was your day?” you finally said, eagerly seeking a distraction. 

he hummed softly, in accordance with the quiet tv running in the background. “hinata decided to try out a new move in the middle of the game today,” he said absentmindedly as he stared off into space, his hands idly massaging your head. 

you laughed a full laugh - you could just envision it and how each member of his team would’ve thought it was amazing rather than getting irritated with the orange-haired boy. 

“and then?” you urged softly. another sip of your drink and calmness washed over you as you continued to rest in your boyfriend’s arms. 

one to never open up fully, sakusa was finding it difficult to speak about his day. you respected his preferences, accustomed to his usually silent nature, but there were some days, some nights like these -

sakusa nodded slowly, his voice low and gentle as he spoke. “and then … bokuto got into a mood again, but this time it wasn’t as bad as it’s normally been.” 

you nodded again and sakusa peered down at you, his eyes softening. your eyes were threatening to shut by the second - you hadn’t even downed half your beer. 

“you wanna talk about your day?” 

you sighed, a sign for sakusa to stop there - don’t push it, especially as you’re falling asleep against him. 

and maybe with a new day, you would come to tell him about your own ventures for the day - but for now, he’d have to settle with telling you about his own. if that’s what you wanted - what you needed - he was more than willing.

[dokyunqporn]

second wave emotions

Pairings: Kyungsoo/Jongin Word Count: chaptered; ongoing Genre: angst, romance, soulmate!au Warnings: bipolar disorder, anxiety disorder, implied suicide, implied self-harm, mental health negativity, cursing (more to come) Description:

Soulmates can now feel each other's emotions. They find it cute. Kyungsoo thinks it's bullshit, especially that he's experiencing a second wave bipolar disorder.

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[kaisooficrec]

hello dearest admins :) i always wonder of mysterious anonymous authors who never revealed their names but had contributed some unforgettable pieces. Like epic fics “Yesteryear” and “On Lonely Magicians and the Concept of Love” (both coincidentally from kaisoommer). Any new stories from anonymous writers that should be getting recognition? PS. thank u so much for all the things you do and for loving kaisoo like the rest of us ❤️❤️❤️

Hey honey!!! I’m sorry I’m late ;; this is such an interesting request! I love yesteryear and I’ve always wondered why the author remained anonymous because it’s one of the ‘it’ kaisoo fanfics for sure :’)

Here’s yesteryear (must read i’m begging yall, soulmate, reincarnation au) and On Lonely Magicians and the Concept of Love (slight magic au, love-but-cant-be-together au) pls both are so iconic

Like a Dream - this is so precious and a bit of magic involved ;) as a child, jongin was sick quite often and had to stay in a hospital. getting easily bored, he has found an imaginary friend he calls dyo. Then later as an adult, jongin meets dyo this time as his sister’s boyfriend. i really like this fic uwu

Composed - college au. kyungsoo has a new project partner and turns out it’s jongin who is actually very punctual and proper, while kyungsoo is more of a ‘i don’t care’ lazy type :D a rare case in a sea of stereotype tropes for that time, truly nice

Story Of Me, About You - college au, meet after a long time au. they have met before but missed the first chance and never confessed to each other their feelings until now when they met for the second time

Rumors - after a night out at the club, Kyungsoo finds himself in a predicament that involves a, supposed, member of the mafia

Unexpected - Jongin dies and many years after, Kyungsoo is married to another man but Jongin comes back.

Find A Way To My Heart - clashing personalities au!!!!! they’re so in love and wearing pink glasses, agreeing to move in together. but non of them thought living together thing would be less than ideal. sweet :’)

Crossing Curves and Circles (to get to you) -  (mpreg, tw for bullying) kyungsoo is a single dad of a daughter and is bullied for it. (jongin is the b*lly :/ but then he changes)

One and Only - supernatural au. inspired by anime/manga Noragami. basically a god au with their regalia (who is their weapon and fights the phantoms), ft. kaisoo and chanbaek

eat up - competitive kyungsoo!!!! new student yixing brings a delicious lunchbox filled with the tastiest meal everyday and everyone so fawning over him, including jongin. kyungsoo wants to prove his are also good if not better and they compare their home cooked meals every day. this is so cute especially jongin uwu!!!!!!!!! 

how to go grocery shopping - shy and awkward jongin goes grocery shopping. that wouldnt be a problem but the cashier? is cute as heck and jongin is nervous :D

With a smile on my face - kind of ongoing/open ending? they live under one roof but have don’t have feelings for each other (at least jongin doesn’t), he takes care of kyungsoo (mpreg)

Is your name Jingle Bells? Because you look like you go all the way! - yess christmas time with married kd and kyungsoo loving it while jongin...isn’t

…then, we found us. - also christmas (seems like this collection is anonymous?), kyungsoo offers to spend time with jongin, insisting that nobody should be on during christmas alone

I will share my cup of ramen with you  - they’re neighbours who get close and then jongin asks kyungsoo to join him for a party and jongin pretends he has a bf (fake dating)

I’m going to kill Kai with my bare hands. He’s going to die a thousand slow deaths if it’s the last thing I do. - agents/spies au. they’re colleagues but also boyfriends and sometimes kyungsoo is stressed bcos of the nature of their job

Your Secret Santa, my Santa Baby - jongin wants to get kyungsoo this christmas but he’s never lucky enought5o pick kyungsoo’s name for their annual gift exchange

A loveseat was made for two, baby - kyungsoo has a crush on his new housemate, Jongin, but doesnt know how to deal with his unrequited love and growing unhealthy obsession (a little bit twisted dark story)

48 Hours - (ot12, no specific pairings, mystery, thriller/horror). okay so this is a very famous fanfic from 2012/2013 and it’s interesting that everyone knows the fic or at least has heard of it, but barely anyone knows the author (this is just a translation of the original which was in chinese). the author is not active on their platforms anymore so i guess they’re as good as being anonymous now (*﹏*;)

- enjoy!! ~ Admin J

[to-fu]

10 Random Questions ❤

Rule: Answer 10 random Questions and tag 10 simmers!

thank u mrslandgraab for tagging me!!

1. If you could travel one place in the world where would you travel?

i’m always embarassed to say this bc it makes me sound like a caveman but i’ve never been particularly interested in traveling. though if i had to choose, i’d probably go to some rural city in japan or some scandinavian city by a river/the sea

2. What do you do in your free time away from sims?

drawing and reading fics are probably the most consistent hobbies i have, i play games sometimes and watch way more youtube videos than i’d like to admit. very occasionally i’ll write a fic or two and try making some tunes, and even more occasionally i’ll try figuring out how i wanna dress

3. What other games do you play besides the sims?

see the thing is. i always feel bad when playing games because i know i should be doing something else. no self care in this house lmao jokes aside i always come back to team fortress 2 and portal (which i’ve replayed countless times), i love the dragon age saga as well yet i still need to finish inquisition, also i played crypt of the necrodancer & osu a lot in the past years. nowadays i love low commitment so i usually scroll through itch.io and see if anything catches my eye. lately i’ve played a game about two minotaurs called DYO, great local multiplayer that i totally recommend!!

4. How tall are you?

5′7

5. One random interest of yours?

have three: bad coming-of-age movies, those playlists called “medieval tavern” or the sorts that have like twelve hours of the same celtic song on repeat, anna bey telling me i can’t wear flip flops at the beach

6. Current favourite bands or artists?

marina and the diamonds is a classic but other than that i just listen to anything pop/rock/folk that comes next on autoplay

7. Something you’re looking forward to?

moving once this covid situation is over!! also seeing my friends i love them so much

8. Current favourite films?

the devil wears prada, megamind, high school musical, pitch perfect. you know, good movies

9.  What food could you not live without?

sushi......................

10. Favourite series (book or movie series)?

mmmh i hardly follow movie series let alone book series so i’ll probably go with harry potter & shrek

pretty much everyone has done this at this point (or has been tagged) but if you haven’t, this is it this is your chance. i’m tagging you

[baekinmylife]

You having mama, el dorado, white noise and ooh la la la as ur top songs is so sexy! i have them in my top songs too!! okay so for mission three we have to rec our fave exo blogs and writers hmmm, well i love @sefuns, @lawlliets even though theyre not active anymore on here, @dyo-alone and at1stsoo is one of my favourite writers as well as verseau and jongnugget!!!

Oooo i know the first 3 blogs! One of my favorites is @soobadnoonecanstopher! She doesnt write anymore but i still say give her stories some love cuz theyre freaking amazing. She always accepts new soobaddies 😂. Also @noona-clock tho she writes strictly for junmyeon and chanyeol. Tho there are other exo fics from when T was an admin!

Also yess omg i love all their sexy songs 😍 they're so good!!

[sullustangin]

For the Writing Asks:

10, 25, and/or 30? :D

Thanks for asking!!

10.  Top three favourite fic tropes.

If inversion of tropes is a trope itself, then that one is the favorite.  One of my personal favorite fics, the Cosmic Deck, just bounces from inverted trope to inverted trope.  Boss tries to play matchmaker -- no, both parties resent that so they are ultra professional to piss him off.  Guy rescues girl -- no, she rescues herself when his rescue makes enough of a distraction.  They have a fake relationship -- no, it’s real but it’s not but it is.  There was only one bed -- no, they cut it open to check for drugs and they end up sleeping on the couch.  I like to be a little subversive in my writing.

Another trope:  Orderly Man/Relatively More Chaotic Woman.  I like it when a strong heroine takes her partner/sidekick on an adventure, somewhat against his will. 

I also like when writers note the things that their character will never confess or reveal to anyone else.  There are things that are never shared or said.  I like to believe characters have inner lives, parts of which are never revealed to other characters.  Only the person and the reader know the secrets they take to their grave.  I have a few of those marked out for Eva.  Others are labeled ‘timebomb.’

25.  Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

Holy hell, beforehand is soooo much better.  I like fics that are done, most of all!  A lot of the earlier stuff in my series was done weeks before I even started to post, mostly because work told me to ‘wing it!’ during the early days of the pandemic, and I lived my best life at 4 am.  I would just be able to write blocks upon blocks of fic at at time.  Now, I have to balance a regular work schedule with fic writing, and the longer it take me to write something, the more ideas that I have, and that’s just downright dangerous.  I know some readers like sitting on the edge of their seat for whatever I write next.... I don’t, because I have to write it, haha. 

30.  Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

...I have fics that never got to publication stage.  Others - I must confess to almighty Ceiling Cat and to you, my brethren and sustren, that I have left unfinished on my old fan fic account without a note to my former readers.  SHAME.

I think the most recent “not happening, never gonna happen now fic” was a 20,000 word Mandalorian fic -- more like a collection of shards and plotlines that I stopped writing as I started to write Eva.  Yes, there was a smuggler named Dyo (who has become the namesake for Eva’s grandmother and daughter).  Yes, Han and Lando showed up.  The fic is completely not canon by Season 2 of the Mandalorian, and the Book of Boba Fett completely decimates whatever canon I had thought about.  That said, there was one party scene at a casino that has been recycled into some dialogue for The Cosmic Deck. 

[citrusitonit]

Hmmg guys do you thignk i wan make my qriting acc like a little skrungly place 2 write fics n stufg but URGGG HOW THE FUGCK DYO YOU THGAT SHIT

[at1stsoo]

So I read "What the Nightingale spies" because a friend recommended it to me and guess what? I LOVE IT OMGGGGGGGG Your writing is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!!! And I love KaiSoo

💖💕💓💗 Thank you! I'm thrilled you enjoyed it so much. I really fell in love with writing this story- this particular fic was difficult to end bc I still adore Agent Dyo and navigator Kai 😍 I'm so happy people enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks a bunch for letting me know you loved it! 😚

[loneveenas]

snow fight with love

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader genre: woooo fluff summary: you reminisce the past year when you and iwaizumi got to know each other — all thanks to that one snowball and the friend of a friend of a friend. words: ~2.8k

FOR @tsukkiscookies RISSE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

note: for the secret santa gift exchange with the @haikyuucreations server!!!! note2: not beta’ed or edited....womp. note3: merry belated christmas and a happy new year in advance everyone!!! may 2021 bless you with better things.

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One winter ago. That’s when it all started. The falling snow that you saw outside your room made you remember.

The snowfall had been very heavy that year too. It was only December but the world was already drawn in a pretty white.

Outside of the university is when you got to know him first. Got to know him… well… that might be a too far-fetched word but it came close.

You had just been done with your last class and was on your way home, walking instead of taking the bus. Your friends had been long gone, having skipped the last class.

With some music ringing in your ears, you were getting a little distracted — a little too much. Not too much to get so distracted that traffic would get the better of you, but still distracted.

When suddenly you got an immense blow from the back. Air left your lungs with a shock and you had to cough to regain your posture. You had stumbled a little forward, and with nothing to hold you upwards, you nearly fell to the ground. Good balance came a long way.

You wiped off your clothes and put up a glare as you flipped your head around to stare daggers into the person who just attacked you with whatever that was. A quick glance on the ground made you notice a small heap on top of the snow—

Ah. So it had been a snowball, huh…

You broke into a sweat glaring at that person. You had to suppress your urges not to gather some snow into a snowball for yourself and attack that person.

And you failed to suppress it. In an instant, your hands flew down to the ground, making a snowball and firing it off with the person in your sight. Enough to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

Got him there.

You were so fed up with this entire situation you turned around again and left for home again.

The person didn’t engage with you again. As he should.

*

A few days later your 6 year old cousin had asked you to come out with them while you were visiting your grandparents, to make a snowman in the park. Of course you tagged along, who wouldn’t want to see their cute cousin trying to make a snowman.

The thing, however, was that you hadn’t brought a warmer jacket with you. You weren’t going to ask your aunt and uncle if you could wear either of their jackets… So just your thin jacket that you would wear in the car it was.

While your cousin was tugging you along to the park, it started snowing a little. Great. You withheld the urge to shiver.

The two of you started making bigger and bigger balls out of snow to make up the body of the snowman. It was not going to be that big of a snowman, since your cousin was not that tall yet. Not that you were either—but not child ——————

Time passed quickly and you were already working up a sweat and not feeling cold anymore. The snow was still holding on, but you still felt unbothered by it. The smile on your cousin’s face was more than enough.

“Hey!” A sudden voice got you out of your concentration.

You whipped your head around and immediately wish you hadn’t.

“You,” you bite out. You recognize him in an instant. It was that same dude who had hit you with a snowball a couple of days ago.

“Me?” he asked, visibly confused.

Sighing, you turned back as you heard your cousin call for your name. You answered her, helped her with some snow and turned back to face him.

“Never mind. I could help remember but that wouldn’t be worth anything.”

The boy was still confused and you couldn’t help but smile at his silly looking face.

“Can I help you with something?” The snowman wasn’t going to finish on its own, so you had gone back to collecting more snow.

“Ah,” he seemed hesitant. You didn’t look up but heard his footsteps approach closer. “I saw you from my living room window.”

“So?” That sounded kind of creepy if anything.

“I, uh, noticed you were shivering, so I got you a pair of gloves and a sweatshirt to wear.”

You stopped. Looked up. He indeed was holding a pair of gloves and a sweatshirt.

“Oh.” You didn’t know what to say. You patted your snowy hands off on your jeans. “How can I accept these? I don’t even know you.”

The boy had been taken by surprise. “Oh! Of course, sorry. My name is Iwaizumi Hajime.”

Ah, so that's Iwaizumi Hajime.

You laughed shortly, taking the items from his hands. You had forgotten about snowball event and decided to act as a reaction to this act of kindness. “Thank you, Iwaizumi-san. My name is y/n.” You slipped on the sweater, and pushed your hands into the gloves. That was so much better than shivering it out, trying to warm your own body.

“No problem. Nice to meet you, y/n. Glad I could be of any help.”

He didn’t seem like he was going to leave anytime soon, appearing rather interested in the building of the snowman.

“Do you,” you started, gesturing towards the snowman, “mayhaps want to be of more help?”

“Sure!” he said, not second guessing himself any moment.

You laughed and continued working on the snowman.

*

Iwaizumi and you didn’t exchange numbers or anything, so that was the last time the two of you had spoken with each other. In that conversation, it became clear that you went to the same university as he did, but was in a different department. And on the other side of the campus.

You had a mutual friend, though. Well, mutual was different. Iwaizumi’s best friend, Oikawa Tooru, was friends with your best friend that you knew from high school. So, a friend of a friend of a friend… or something like that.

Now it happened that a few weeks ago those two friends, Oikawa and your best friend, who were in the same dorm building, had organized a secret Santa gift exchange.

And it so happened that you got him for secret Santa. So for the past couple days, with Christmas really quickly nearing now, you had been pondering deeply on what to gift him. You couldn’t ask anyone, since no one really knew the boy aside from Oikawa Tooru. But everyone also knew Oikawa Tooru couldn’t keep his gossiping mouth shut tight.

You also didn’t want to get him anything generic, but the gifts on his list were all sold out already, and—UGH.

You just had to rake your brain around it somehow. It didn’t need to be super duper perfect, since he wasn’t even a friend or anything. (But just a friend of a friend of a friend.)

Still, something about it made you want to do your best to find something that would fit his likings.

These coming days were going to be long.

Fast forward to the day past Christmas, it was the day of Secret Santa and you were nervous.

Somehow, seeing Iwaizumi in front of you in the circle made you even more nervous.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you felt your hands becoming sweatier with the minute.

There was something about the way he was avoiding eye contact with you that just wasn’t sitting right with you.

Gifts were going around, getting exchanged and everyone had a lot of laughs. However, you were feeling strange and unable to enjoy the time to the fullest. Your friend noticed and asked if you wanted to head back to your dorm earlier.

You thought it over for a while. Although you wanted to stay for longer, it did seem like a better solution.

With your friend announcing to the group that the two of you were going to take your leave, you stood up—not without glancing over at Iwaizumi. Something about him made you look back at him, time and time again.

But this time only once.

You grabbed your and your friend’s jackets and walked ahead of them, out of the dorm room.

Not that much longer the door opened and closed it behind you.

“Here,” you didn’t look up from your phone and handed over the jacket with your other hand. “Let’s leave.”

“Actually,” a male voice said, making you look up, eyes widened. Iwaizumi. “I was wondering how you were feeling since you hadn’t been looking that good all evening.” He sheepishly placed a hand behind his head.

You smiled gently. “Thanks. I’m fine, actually. The room just felt a little suffocating.”

“You don’t like busy places like that, do you?” he said faintly.

Staring at him, you were confused at how he noticed that. He quickly answered your apparently questionable face with a, “I could tell.”

“Oh.”

“Ah, but don’t feel weirded out by that,” he laughed nervously, “I didn’t mean it wrong.”

He seemed nervous. You laughed at his quick talk.

“Don’t worry. Thanks for caring, I think. I guess? Yes.” What you were babbling yourself you didn’t know either, but all that mattered was Iwaizumi asking for your well being.

The conversation died and neither of you were looking at each other nor at anything in particular.

“So…” Iwaizumi started.

“Right…” You were actually starting to wonder where your friend was at, making you wait like that, but Iwaizumi’s company made you less bothered.

“I actually had you for Secret Santa,” you blurt out. “Sorry if your gifts weren’t good or anything, I had a hard time picking something for you since we had only met up and talked to you that one time when I was building a snowman with my cousin.” Before you realized you had said more to him than you wanted to. “Ack, sorry. Didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”

Unexpectedly, Iwaizumi had laughed in response. “All good. Actually,” he hesitated a little, “I’m in the same boat as you.”

For the first time since he had walked after you after leaving the group, you turned to look at him and into his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I, uh, had you too. For Secret Santa, I mean.”

You were aghast. Not once had you noticed that the two of you were literally in the same boat.

“Oh, wow. That is strange.” You laughed and Iwaizumi joined you.

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his head again. “So, sorry too if my gifts aren’t what you expected them to be, haha. I tried my best.”

“No! I mean, uh, they are great. Thank you. I can see you put a lot of effort into finding the right thing.”

“Same goes for you,” he quickly added. “You actually did a pretty good job.”

“Really?” Your eyes lifted up, a bright smile drawn on your face. “That’s good,” you said a bit softer.

The conversation slowed down again, but this time it didn’t bother you. The atmosphere was nice and enjoyable.

“Do you…” Iwaizumi started after maybe a minute or so, “Maybe want to go out for coffee or something? Outside of university I mean.”

You didn’t waver for one second and said “Yes, I would love to.”

“Really?” Iwaizumi didn’t seem to believe you, so you nodded to confirm it once again. “Wow, okay, cool. Do you mind exchanging numbers? Would be way easier to contact you like that instead of asking through Oikawa and your friend.

Before Iwaizumi had finished speaking, you had actually already moved your phone into his direction. “Let’s do that.”

*

Iwaizumi and you had met up more than once for coffee after that exchange and in the new year. Your friend hadn’t questioned anything and just went along with it. “Nothing weird to see or talk about,” she’d say. After some interrogation, you had figured out that she had been staying back on that day on purpose and that Oikawa and her were trying to get Iwaizumi and you closer to each other.

Hence the shared Secret Santa troubles and Iwaizumi following after you instead of your friend.

Winter had dragged along for another month and more snow had fallen from the sky. The white winter wonderland was already quickly turning into a more brownish land due to the dirt on the roads mixing with the snow and university had resumed after the two week Christmas break.

You had started seeing Iwaizumi less because of the pressure university was already giving you after only one week.

One evening you were resting in your room when suddenly your roommate stormed in.

“Have you seen this?!” she yelled out—scratch that. She was screaming.

“What are you so excited for? I’m studying…”

“You have got to see this,” she exclaimed again. She was holding something in her hands. A paper kind of something, you could see that much.

“If you’d stop waving around whatever you want to show me so much I might actually be able to see it before the end of this day.” You put down your pen and leaned your arm on the back of the chair, turning your body to your friend, who had plopped down on your bed.

“You’re never going to believe this.”

“Believe what? You’re really making me wait this long, huh?”

“Okay, okay, listen up,” she coughed and sat up straight. In a rather serious tone, she started reading: “Title of the article: best winter picture competition winner has been announced—” right, that had been going around too, you thought “—Winner: Iwaizumi Hajime.”

“What? Really? He didn’t even tell me he was entering the competition. We hadn’t even talked about it.”

The way your friend was laughing at you was signing you that there was up with that.

“Let me see that,” you snatched the paper from her hands and… your mouth dropped open.

It was a picture of you. In the snow. With the snowflakes falling on your face, eyes closed. In the forest.

Titled: ‘wow you have very pretty eyes.’

That had been taken on one of your outings—not dates; you weren’t dating—to the forest while it had been snowing. Iwaizumi had taken his camera with him, but had only taken pictures of either the animals you guys saw or the flora that had looked pretty in the snow.

Or so you had thought.

Without saying anything else, you disappeared from your room, leaving your friend behind.

You had stormed off, on your way to the building Iwaizumi was residing in. You barged into his room without knocking and held up the paper.

“What is the meaning of this?” you bit at him a little harder than you had intended it to sound.

“You saw it,” he only said, avoiding eye contact.

He seemed nervous.

You lessened your temper.

“Ye-yes.”

“Do you like it?”

“I… I do.”

“I meant it.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’.

“I see.”

You didn’t say anything else. You were starting to feel flattered instead. After another look, you had to agree. It was a pretty picture.

“Thank you,” you finally said. “It’s really pretty. I’m glad I was the model that took you to first place,” you said playfully.

He laughed and the ice was broken. “Good. Thanks for modeling for me,” he joked.

*

“What are you thinking about?” Iwaizumi asked you, pushing you out of your thoughts. He had just entered your room and walked up to you, placing his arms around your waist, with his head leaning on your shoulder.

“Hm? Oh, just thinking about last year’s Secret Santa and the events that followed after—” you glanced at the picture that you had cut out and hung up above your desk “—Secret Santa and the new year.”

“Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

“Me neither.”

“I hope you had fun this year,” Iwaizumi said, pecking your cheek.

You buried yourself into his hug. “Very much. You?”

“Of course. You played a big part in it so I’m very thankful for that. How you were able to open up to me and all, I appreciate that a lot.”

You smiled and released yourself from Iwaizumi’s grip, to stand up and once again embrace yourself in his arms.

“Thank you too for allowing me to be so open and for your love towards me.”

“To another year full of great things,” Iwaizumi whispered into your hair.

“To another year full of even greater things,” you repeated soflty into his chest.

[hannie-dul-set]

peach tree act 1 being an entire season of a kdrama, make that 3 seasons bcs the interlude and act 2 NSKSISJSJSJS i.....am.....*vibrating*......*eye twitches*......how do i handle......this.....*heavy breathing*.......exes to lovers.....the pining.....the push and pulling......conflicts and stress....b-but there's na jaemin.......and it's a college au......*gasps for air* and a whole 3 seasons of THAT *falls down the stairs*

nO but seriously randam ko na talaga na kakain akong buo ng peach tree NWJSISJSJE😵😵😵 i also already bookmarked f2f twt fic ehehehe thank u💕

fighting on ur enrollment too, i can feel the stress but u got dis hahaha😚🙌 also quick question☝️ do you listen to exo? if so what's your fav song on D.O's first album? :DD (my poor baby ugh sm sucks didn't even let dyo promote his album >:(( )

i hope you're having a good day!! <3 and reminder that ur precious mwaa <33 -🥚

i really don't know what happened this was supposed to be 30k at most 😀. i really hope i can release it asap HHHHH might end up stealing a computer just so i can post it but u didn't hear that from mE—

i'm going to school tmrw in the hopes that the principal is there 😩 gahh to think that classes haven't even started yet wews how much more nalang kaya 😀. but anyway, nooo unfortunately i don't listen or keep up to exo that much HAGSBSJA i used to (along with a couple more groups hags)....but rn the maximum amount of groups i can give my attention to is a measly 2 and they are nct and seventeen :'>