#when it's already halfway drafted 😭

[lalunanymph]

okay im not even going to front.

im lowk getting annoyed at posting my wip ideas here and on twt because people want to write them. like sure, freewill, yes. but it's courtesy to let the writer who gave the idea first to write it instead of trying to attempt it. clearly if i post something, i'm going to write it for myself because i already have a vision, and asking to use my idea puts me in a hard position because if i were to say no, it makes me sound like a bitch, but if i were to say yes, then i'd be accused of plagiarism if i were to finish up my wip (again) lol

[crystallizsch]

ouagh yuusha i miss youuu

[goldfades]

more crash out couple please, such a powerful duo I need more, like maybe her being mad Luka got traded or something 😭😭

hell yes!!! i missed this iconic duo<3 (me and the 100 ppl who read it, love yall)

You almost break your phone when you see the notification.

The screen lights up with the headline—Mavericks Trade Luka Dončić to Lakers in Blockbuster Deal—and suddenly, the entire world tilts.

The gym around you fades, the echoes of bouncing balls and sneakers squeaking on hardwood becoming white noise. You’re supposed to be getting shots up before practice, but instead, you’re gripping your phone so tight your fingers ache, reading and rereading the words like they might shift into something less catastrophic if you just glare hard enough.

They traded him.

They traded your Luka.

Your jaw clenches. Your fingers flex. You’re already mad, but then the push notification updates, and you see the trade details—Luka Dončić to the Lakers in exchange for draft picks and—nope. That’s it. That’s all it takes.

The ball in your other hand gets launched across the court.

It smacks against the padded wall with a thud, loud enough to make Sabrina stop mid-shot and stare. The assistant coach flinches. Even the rookies, who have already witnessed a fair share of your outbursts, hesitate before returning to their drills.

You don’t care.

“Yo.” Sabrina’s voice cuts through the tension, cautious but curious. “You good?”

You turn to her, expression thunderous, and shove your phone in her face. “They traded Luka.”

She blinks. “Oh, shit.”

“Oh, shit?” you repeat, voice rising. “That’s all you have to say?”

She exhales, lowering the ball in her hands. “Look, I get it, but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” you snap, shoving your phone into your pocket and pacing like a caged animal. “They traded him. They didn’t even—Luka is Dallas! You don’t just—” You stop, shaking your head violently, hands on your hips as you try to keep from combusting. “I swear to God, if I see Mark Cuban in public, it’s over for him.”

Sabrina mutters something about fines under her breath, but you’re already spiraling.

Because this isn’t just about basketball. This isn’t just about Luka having to swap jerseys or move to another city.

This is about the fact that they ripped him away from the team he built. The city that loved him. And worse—worse than anything—they did it without so much as a warning.

You know Luka. You know how much he gave to that franchise, how much he meant to it. And now he’s supposed to act like this is just part of the business? Like it’s fine?

The thought makes your blood boil.

And then, as if the universe is personally taunting you, your phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a text from Luka.

“Babe.”

That’s it. That’s all he says, but you can already hear his voice, can already picture the way he’s probably sitting somewhere with his head in his hands, trying to act like this doesn’t hurt.

Oh, hell no.

You grab your bag and are halfway out the gym before anyone can stop you.

“Where are you—”

“To LA,” you call over your shoulder.

Sabrina sighs. “You don’t even have a flight booked.”

“I will by the time I get to the airport.”

You shove open the gym doors and step out into the cold New York air, pulling your phone back out and dialing before you’ve even fully caught your breath.

Luka picks up on the second ring.

“Baby, listen, I—”

“I’m furious.”

There’s a pause. Then, a tired chuckle. “Yeah, I figured.”

You clench your jaw. “Where are you?”

A beat. Then, softer, “Hotel.”

“Text me the address.”

Luka hesitates. “You don’t have to—”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Silence. Then a small exhale, almost like relief. “Okay.”

Your phone buzzes a second later with the location, and you’re already pulling up flights.

If the NBA thinks Luka is just going to smile and move on, they’re dead wrong.

The flight to LA was a blur. You didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, barely even blinked. Your thoughts ran too hot, looping over and over on Luka, on the Mavericks, on the absolute disrespect of it all. Every time the plane hit turbulence, you imagined it was Mark Cuban getting body-checked into the stands.

Now, at 5 AM, you stand outside Luka’s hotel room, heartbeat hammering.

You don’t knock. You don’t hesitate. You swipe the key card he sent you, shove the door open, and step inside.

The lights are dim, but Luka is awake. Of course he’s awake.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He’s still in the clothes he probably wore to whatever last-minute meeting the Lakers shoved him into yesterday—a hoodie, sweatpants, sneakers untied like he never bothered to take them off. There are unopened water bottles on the nightstand, a half-eaten protein bar beside them.

When the door clicks shut behind you, he looks up.

And the second he sees you, something in him breaks.

Before you can say anything, before you can even take a full breath, Luka is on you.

His arms wrap around you, tight, desperate. His body folds into yours like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His face buries in the crook of your neck, and you feel him exhale, long and shaky, like he’s been holding his breath for the past twenty-four hours.

You don’t hesitate. You grip him just as fiercely, fingers digging into his hoodie, grounding him, keeping him here. He smells like faint cologne and exhaustion, and under that, something more raw. Something unsteady.

Luka isn’t the type to crumble. He gets mad, gets loud, gets chaotic—but he doesn’t crumble.

Except now, in your arms, he does.

“I hate this,” he mutters against your skin. His voice is rough, thick with exhaustion and frustration and everything in between. “I hate all of it.”

You slide a hand up his back, fingers pressing into his shoulders, firm and steady. “I know.”

“I didn’t even—I didn’t get a say. They just—” His grip tightens. “Four years. Four years, I give them everything, and then—”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. You feel the rage simmering beneath his skin, the betrayal laced into every word.

You shift slightly, just enough to pull back and look at him. His face is tired, jaw clenched, eyes rimmed with sleepless frustration. You reach up, brushing a thumb against his cheek, and his eyes flutter shut at the touch, like he’s been waiting for something—someone—to anchor him.

“I’m here,” you say, quiet but firm.

Luka’s eyes open, and for a second, he just looks at you. Then, he exhales again, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly.

“You flew all the way here,” he murmurs.

“Of course I did.” Your tone is sharp, like the mere suggestion that you wouldn’t is offensive. “You think I was gonna let you go through this shit alone?”

Something flickers across his face—something raw, vulnerable, something he doesn’t let just anyone see.

Then, after a pause, he tugs you toward the bed.

He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you with him, and you let him. He flops back, dragging you down beside him, arms still wrapped around you, holding on like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

The room is quiet. The city outside is already waking up, but in here, time slows.

“You’re the only one I need right now,” he mutters, voice low, almost like he doesn’t mean to say it out loud.

Your chest aches at the confession, but you don’t say anything. You just shift closer, pressing a kiss to his temple, letting your presence speak for itself.

Luka sighs, and for the first time in what feels like forever, his body fully relaxes.

You stay like that, tangled together in the quiet, until sleep finally claims him.

A couple of hours later, you’re sitting across from Luka in the dimly lit hotel dining area, watching him glare at a plate of eggs like they personally orchestrated his trade.

“You have to eat,” you say, prodding at your own food.

“I’m not hungry.” His voice is flat, mutinous. His hoodie is pulled up over his head, shadowing his tired face.

“You think I care?” You level him with a look. “Eat.”

Luka grumbles something under his breath in Slovenian, but he picks up his fork anyway, stabbing at a piece of toast like it offended him. You take that as a victory.

The only other people in the restaurant are a few early risers and some poor intern in a Lakers polo grabbing coffee-to-go. The news of Luka’s trade is still hot, and you know the media will be circling like vultures the second he steps outside, but right now, in this quiet pocket of time, it’s just you and him.

And, apparently, his rage.

“Four years,” he mutters, pushing eggs around his plate. “Four years, and they don’t even call me first. I wake up, check my phone, and boom—I’m a Laker.” He scoffs, shaking his head. “Not even a fucking text from Mark. Not even a ‘thank you for carrying our franchise on your back, Luka, we really appreciate you.’”

You cross your arms, leaning back in your chair. “I told you. If I ever see Mark Cuban, it’s over for him.”

Luka huffs a laugh—short, but real. It makes your chest loosen just a little.

He takes a reluctant bite of toast, chewing like he’s being forced at gunpoint. “And now I have to do the whole welcome to LA bullshit,” he continues, words muffled. “Smile for the cameras. Shake hands. Act like I wanted this.”

Your fingers drum against the table. “You gonna be nice about it?”

He looks up at you, incredulous. “Have you met me?”

Fair point.

You exhale, shaking your head. “I swear, if they make you say some PR-scripted ‘I’m excited for this opportunity’ speech, I might actually throw up.”

“They already sent me a script.” Luka shoves his phone across the table, screen glowing with an email from Lakers PR. You skim the message, eyes narrowing at phrases like thrilled to join this legendary organization and I can’t wait to start this journey.

You push the phone back. “I hate it here.”

Luka leans forward, resting his forearms on the table, voice dropping lower. “And you know the worst part?”

“What?”

He gestures around vaguely. “It’s too fucking sunny here.”

You blink. “Luka.”

“No, seriously.” He gestures toward the windows, where the LA morning is already creeping in, golden and warm. “It’s February. There should be clouds. Wind. A little sadness in the air. But no, it’s all palm trees and sunshine like nothing happened.”

You stare at him for a long moment before snorting. “You’re mad at the weather?”

“Yes!” He throws his hands up. “It’s unnatural.”

That shouldn’t be funny. But with the way he says it—with all the intensity of someone who just lost a Game 7 at the buzzer—it is. You press your lips together, trying to keep a straight face.

Luka narrows his eyes. “You’re laughing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.” You take a sip of orange juice to hide your grin. “I just think it’s hilarious that out of all the shit you could be mad about, this is what broke you.”

Luka leans back in his chair, crossing his arms like a sulking teenager. “You don’t get it. I had seasonal depression in Dallas. I needed that.”

You roll your eyes, kicking him lightly under the table. “Eat your damn eggs, sunshine.”

He glares, but he takes another bite.

For a few minutes, you eat in relative silence, the weight of everything still heavy in the air but not suffocating like it was before. Luka looks exhausted—his face drawn, his usual sharp smirk replaced with something duller—but at least he’s eating. At least he’s here.

And at least he has you.

After a while, he exhales, poking at his plate with his fork. “I know it’s stupid, but…” He trails off, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “It just feels like I didn’t get a choice.”

Your heart clenches.

“It’s not stupid,” you say, firm. “They did you dirty, Luka. You’re allowed to be pissed.”

Luka tilts his head, studying you. “You’re more mad than I am.”

You scoff. “Of course I am. You know I fight harder for you than you fight for yourself.”

He shakes his head, a soft chuckle escaping. “My little menace.”

“Damn right.”

There’s a beat of silence before Luka stretches out his legs, nudging your foot under the table. “You’re staying, right?”

You raise a brow. “In LA?”

He nods, something unspoken behind his eyes.

You huff. “Where else would I be?”

Luka exhales, and just like that, you see some of the tension in his shoulders finally—finally—ease.

Yeah. You’re staying.

Even if LA is too sunny, even if the trade is bullshit, even if the next few months are going to be a mess. You’re not going anywhere.

--

A few weeks later, you find yourself sitting under the blinding lights of a New York Liberty press conference, fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as some PR rep drones on about preseason expectations.

You’re seated between Sabrina and one of the rookies, both of whom look way more at ease than you feel. Sabrina leans back in her chair, arms crossed, while the rookie—bright-eyed, still a little too eager—nods along like she actually cares about whatever corporate script is being read.

You, on the other hand?

You’re fighting for your life trying to keep your expression neutral.

Because you already know what’s coming.

It took all of a week after Luka’s trade for the media to start dragging you into it. At first, they tried to be subtle, slipping his name into post-game interviews like you wouldn’t notice. Then they got bolder—ESPN doing full Crash Out Couple: Will They Survive LA? segments, reporters cornering you in tunnels, even random fans asking if you were gonna pull a Brittney Griner and demand a trade to the Sparks just to be with Luka.

As if you’d ever leave New York.

Still, you handled it all like a pro. Gave the usual non-answers—"I support Luka no matter what," "We're both focused on our seasons," "No, I will not be elaborating on what I said about Mark Cuban at baggage claim."

But now? Sitting in front of a packed press conference, cameras rolling, microphones lined up in front of you like weapons of war? You can already tell today’s gonna be the day.

You barely register the first few questions—some fluff about team chemistry, how the offseason is treating you, the usual. You answer just enough to stay professional but keep it short, letting Sabrina and the others do the heavy lifting.

Then, just as you predicted, some reporter in the back clears his throat.

“Now, I know this is a Liberty press conference,” he starts, already trying to soften the blow, “but I have to ask—what are your thoughts on Luka Dončić’s trade to LA?”

There it is.

You feel Sabrina stiffen beside you. Someone exhales quietly, like they just know you’re about to start some shit.

And honestly?

They’re not wrong.

You take a slow breath, sitting up a little straighter. “You wanna know what I think?”

The reporter nods, already looking excited.

You fold your hands on the table, voice steady. “I think it’s the dumbest trade I’ve ever seen.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, the room erupts.

Cameras flash. Journalists start whispering, fingers flying over keyboards. Sabrina visibly bites back a smirk.

But you’re not done.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked.” You lean forward slightly, giving the reporters a pointed look. “You know it was stupid. Luka was the Mavericks. He carried that team, gave them everything, and they just—what? Dump him? Act like he’s replaceable? Like he wasn’t the best thing that franchise has had since Dirk?”

You shake your head, letting out a sharp, humorless laugh.

“They didn’t even warn him,” you continue, voice measured but laced with just enough bite. “Didn’t even have the decency to let him hear it from them first. He found out like everyone else—through the media. After four years.” You glance around, making sure every single person in the room is listening. “You tell me—does that sound like a team that knows what the hell they’re doing?”

Someone near the front stifles a laugh.

The rookie next to you is staring, wide-eyed, like she just realized you’re really like this in real life.

The PR rep off to the side looks like he’s actively considering quitting.

You give the reporters a moment to scramble over each other before adding, “And don’t get it twisted—I’m not mad at the Lakers. If they wanna benefit from Dallas’ stupidity, that’s their business.” You tilt your head. “But let’s not pretend this wasn’t one of the worst front office decisions we’ve seen in a long time.”

Sabrina clears her throat, barely suppressing a smirk. “So… you feel strongly about this.”

You shoot her a look. “Oh, we’re doing sarcasm now?”

She grins, leaning back. “Just making sure.”

A different reporter cuts in, notebook in hand. “Are you saying the Mavericks made a mistake?”

You blink, deadpan. “Do you think they made a mistake?”

He hesitates. “Well—”

“No, go ahead.” You gesture. “Say with your chest.”

He doesn’t respond.

Exactly. At this point, you can practically hear the headlines being written in real time.

Crash Out Couple Strikes Again: Liberty Star Calls Luka Trade ‘Dumbest Ever’ Luka’s Girlfriend Goes Scorched Earth on Mavericks Mark Cuban, Look Away—This One’s Gonna Hurt

You sigh, shaking your head. “Look, all I’m saying is—Luka deserved better. And he’s gonna be fine in LA, don’t get me wrong. He’s already killing it. But let’s not pretend the Mavericks didn’t fumble badly.”

A few reporters nod, some murmuring in agreement.

Then, a woman in the front row speaks up. “So, do you think Luka should be happy in LA? Do you think this trade was ultimately a good thing for him?”

You pause.

Because that’s the real question, isn’t it?

After everything—after the shock, the anger, the adjustment—after all the late-night phone calls, the exhausted rants over FaceTime, the too-silent hotel rooms when he was on the road—do you think he’s happy?

You tap your fingers against the table once. Twice.

Then, finally, you nod.

“I think he’s making the best of it.”

It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no either.

It’s just the truth.

Luka is still Luka—he’s still dropping triple-doubles, still making absurd off-balance threes like he was built for Hollywood. The fans love him, the Lakers are feeding him the ball, and the league is already hyping him up like he’s the second coming of Magic Johnson.

But you know him.

And you know that no matter how well he plays, no matter how many games they win—he’s still carrying that weight. That bitterness. That feeling of being discarded.

So yeah, he’s making the best of it.

But he shouldn’t have had to.

You clear your throat. “Next question.”

The room buzzes, journalists exchanging glances, already gearing up for more.

Sabrina leans over, voice low. “You do realize you just went viral in real-time, right?”

You sigh, grabbing your water bottle. “Good.”

Because if the Mavericks thought they were done hearing about this trade? They were dead wrong.

The press conference wraps up, and the energy in the room is palpable—reporters buzzing with excitement, scribbling down everything you just said like they’re gathering ammunition. You can already feel the headlines forming, but honestly? You don’t care.

You stay composed, answering a couple more questions before Sabrina nudges you, her lips twitching with that knowing smile. “You really went off.”

“Glad I got your approval,” you shoot back, but you’re already scanning the crowd, searching for the exit.

As soon as the conference ends, you slip out the side door, dodging any lingering press. Your phone vibrates in your pocket—likely some good job text from your manager or a PR person who’s already trying to figure out how to spin it.

But then you see the name.

Luka.

You swipe your phone open and quickly scan his message. It’s simple, but you can feel the weight behind it.

Luka 💙: You’re insane, but I love you.

Your heart flutters despite the chaos.

You lean against the wall of the hallway, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you read it again.

You remember—Luka is still Luka. He’s still your chaotic, brilliant, stubborn, sweet Luka. He’s still the guy who finds a way to smile even when everything around him feels like it’s falling apart. The guy who’s probably on the other side of the country trying to make sense of this new life in LA, but still, somehow, always makes time to text you something that makes your chest ache with warmth.

You bite your lip, your fingers hovering over the keys.

You: You knew what you signed up for when you went out with me 😒

You: I love you, too

You press send before you can second-guess it.

The reply is almost instant:

Luka 💙: I saw the press conference. Glad you’re making them feel stupid. I needed that.

You grin.

You: Good. You deserve to be pissed off. Just wish I could've done it myself.

Luka’s response is quick, but it’s the last part that makes your heart do a little flip.

Luka 💙: I’m still your man. No matter where I am.

You pause for a moment, your thumb resting over your phone screen.

Because, despite everything—the trade, the new city, the looming questions about what comes next—you know Luka’s right. He’s still yours.

You feel a sudden surge of warmth, your chest swelling with a mix of pride and possessiveness. Luka might be living in LA now, but he’s never going to truly belong to anyone else.

Not when he’s yours.

I know, you reply, your words simple but full of everything you feel in this moment. I got you. Always.

And as you hit send, you know that no matter where you are—no matter how much distance gets between you two in the future—Luka’s still going to be your home.

The trade? It might have put a dent in his world. But for you two?

You’re both still crashing out, together, no matter what.

[ludicdoll]

hello! been obsessed with your work! (I think I already read all archie madekwe x reader fics from you tbh). Been sobbing over Lizzy McAlpine's song Vortex. And I couldn't stop imagining Farleigh x reader who is in an on and off again relationship. Reader tries to stop herself from going back every time he's at her doorstep begging. But always fails. And it's just sad. LMAO

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: angst, mentions of sex, slut calling, farleigh being a little bitch, reader is also an american, smoking, suggestive at the end but no smut, kinda toxic

synopsis: although your relationship with farleigh is complicated, you can’t help but run back to him every time he needs you.

a/n: this is so late im sorry i’ve been so busy and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while😭

there’s something so alluring about farleigh that makes you chase him constantly—even if he pays no attention to you. you long for his approval, his touch, and in his absence you realize you can’t seem to function correctly without him. your relationship with farleigh is complex, to say the least, and everybody around you knows this. whenever you would tell felix that you and farleigh had split up again, he always replied with “give it a week.” and somehow, he’s always right. but, this one was different. you split up with farleigh a few weeks ago and he hasn’t even tried to make an attempt to contact you. he knew you’d come back around sooner or later, but you were persistent on keeping your ground.

your breakup with farleigh was because he had called you a slut, just straight up—which was quite ironic because he was the known campus whore. usually you would ignore his silly and childish name calling, but you hated him calling you a slut, it was too degrading for you. you remember the way farleigh blew up in your face when you told him the two of you were over, it was a priceless expression. now, you’re currently standing outside of the saltburn estate, leaning up against one of the large extravagant stone pillars. felix was hosting a party tonight, a big one at that. the colorful flashing lights can be seen outside, a neon cast over the large grassy field.

you decide to step out for a smoke and some fresh air after you locked eyes with farleigh as he was dancing with a girl, her hips grinding against his. that image alone made you shiver in disgust. although you had broken up with him, you missed him bad. you tried to deny it, but if you had to be honest with yourself—you didn’t know who you were without farleigh. if only he would give you a genuine apology, everything would be fine but his pride stopped him from doing so.

you turn your head when you hear the grand doors behind you creaking open. you watch as felix stumbles out, his dark brown hair disheveled from the party. you’re surprised to see him since he had vanished halfway through the party with some random girl you presume. felix turns, a surprised expression on his face. you look over at him, smiling weakly as you raise your cigarette to your lips.

he stands by the door for a minute, stretching his neck before walking over to you. “what are you doing out here?” he asks. felix scans your appearance, eyes widening when he spots a bottle of vodka in your hands, the same bottle that mysteriously disappeared a few hours ago. you shrug slightly, tired and feeling nauseous from the amount of drinks you’ve had tonight. “you missing the states?” felix nudges at your arm playfully. you stare ahead, shaking your head. “i just needed to clear my mind,” you mutter as you lift the bottle to your mouth, taking a long gulp. felix notices that you’re out of it, and he looks concerned. “you haven’t been yourself.” he starts, “ever since farleigh—” you raise your hand out, your palm facing him. “don’t. mention. him.” you groan, rubbing your temples to soothe your migraine.

“he misses you,” felix smiles widely. you stare at the red cups littered on the paved ground, slowly zoning out. “we’re not talking.” you reply, he sighs in return. “well, he wouldn’t stop talking about you in professor anderson’s class.” you turn to look at him, raising a suspicious brow. you think he’s joking at first, but his face is completely straight.

“really? i didn’t know the two of you even attended classes.” you joke in an attempt to move the topic elsewhere. “oh, ha ha.” felix replies sarcastically. there’s so many things racing through your mind, but at the same time—your thoughts are empty. you think that the alcohol from tonight has made you more sensitive. “i don’t like it when you guys fight.” felix mutters as he slowly takes your bottle away from your grip. “you should stop drinking too,” he waves the half empty bottle in front of your face.

“it’s not a fight, felix. it’s a breakup.” felix scoffs, shaking his head with a laugh. you turn to look at him, a scowl on your face. “oh, so you think i’m gonna run back to him?” you ask in a bitter tone. he steps back a little, blinking at your unexpected tone switch. “what? i didn’t say anything.” he says defensively. you suddenly feel irritated at everything around you. you excuse yourself abruptly while he tries to explain himself. you speed past him, leaving felix by himself outside while you open the doors to the mansion.

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you can’t stop fidgeting with your pen, clicking it rapidly as you scan the words in the open book in front of you. you were sitting in the library, not for the sake of studying but for the sole purpose of distracting yourself from having a mental breakdown in your dorm. you couldn’t even think straight since your hangover was so bad. you hadn’t tried to dress up today, you didn’t even bother to put on makeup or fix up your hair. you knew people would see you and talk, but you were so tired you couldn’t do it. usually when you and farleigh would split, you’d still be in close contact with your (who were really just his) friends. however, this was different. everyone seemed to be avoiding you—everyone except felix. whenever you’d ask to hang out, their only excuses were “i have to study,” or, “i’m busy tonight,” and when they see you, they’d scurry off in a blink of an eye.

you could only imagine what bullshit story farleigh has came up with your break up to make them run away from you. felix was the only person who still spoke to you, but now you think you’ve lost him after what had happened at the party last night. you stop clicking your pen when you hear a cough in front of you. you look up, freezing up when you see a familiar curly haired boy in front of you. “fancy seeing you here.” he says. you scoff, rolling your eyes and avoiding his gaze. he laughs quietly to himself before crossing his arms. “i didn’t know you studied.” he emphasizes the word “studied” almost like he was attempting to mock you—but he knew you did study, he just wanted to make fun of you. “i didn’t know you even knew what a library was.” you snap back instantly, farleigh just smiles blankly at you as he pulls a chair out and seats himself right across from you.

“what do you want?” you ask sternly. he sighs, shrugging. a tense silence fills the air and you’re slowly suffocating. “i’m serious, farleigh.” he stays quiet, his eyes still on you. “what did you tell the others?” you inquire.

“hmm?”

“no one’s talking to me anymore.”

“that’s not true,” he laughs, “felix was just talking to you last night.” you squint at him, brows furrowed. “were you watching us?” you ask. farleigh tilts his head to the side, flashing a deadpan expression. “please, i have better things to do.” he replies arrogantly. you nod, closing your eyes. “i’m sure you do.” you look back down to read the words on the page, not taking in any of the information—but just so farleigh would piss off. you could still see him in your peripheral vision, but this time he’s leaned closer against the table. “get a life, farleigh.” you mumble under your breath. he laughs dully, a small smirk forming on his lips. “that is rich coming from you. you really like assuming shit, don’t you?”

“well maybe if you took my name out of your mouth, i wouldn’t be assuming.” you reply nonchalantly as you close the book, standing up to leave. you pack your stuff back in your bag, turning away from him. he mouths a quiet “wow” before getting up from the chair as well, following closely behind you. he swiftly steps in front of you, blocking you from leaving. he leans closer to you, just inches away from your face. “you think you’re all that,” he starts. “but in reality, you’re just a fucking whore with no personality.” you quietly wince at his response, eyes wide. “you’re lucky that i even gave you a fucking chance. i made you known, and this is how you repay me?” farleigh spits out, he sounds truly angry—you’ve never heard him like this before. “but it’s fine,” he says while leaning back up, “such a shame, you’re a pretty face. too bad you’re boring.”

you can’t muster up a snappy comeback, you just stare at him, scanning his face for any sign of empathy—but there’s nothing. he just looks distant and cold. you glance around, realizing there was a few students nearby listening. you sniffle under him, blinking away your tears as you quickly brush past his arm.

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it hurts to pretend like you don’t care about what other people said about you, because in actuality you take all of their words into consideration—especially farleigh’s. you had successfully avoided farleigh all week ever since the conversation in the library, and in an attempt to make yourself feel better, you had finally started dressing and glamming up. of course, there was still rumors going around about you and farleigh, every day it seemed like there was a new bizzare one. you had just came back from shopping, sitting on the carpet of your dorm. it was getting dark, everyone else in the hall was getting ready for bed. as you slowly dive into a wormhole of your own thoughts, the sound of an abrupt knock on your door brings you back to reality. you blink, turning your head to look at the door.

you choose to ignore it, pretending like you weren’t there. then, another string of knocks pound on your door loudly. “oh my god, i’m coming!” you yell out as you get up from the floor. you pad over, opening it with an unenthusiastic swing. the person standing infront of you was the last person you expected—farleigh. you almost screamed when you saw him standing there. you groan loudly and roll your eyes, immediately reaching to shut the door on him. before you could lock him out, farleigh stops the door with his hand. “can we talk?” he mutters with his head low, almost as if he was afraid someone was going to hear him. you stand still in the crack of the door, contemplating whether or not you were gonna let him in. farleigh whines, shaking his head slightly.

“please?”

you sigh in defeat, slowly creaking the door open for him. he gives you a small smile before sliding through. he looks around your room for a second, taking in every aspect of your interests plastered on the walls. farleigh sits down on the edge of your bed, realizing he’s never actually seen your dorm before. whenever the two of you would fuck, it was always in his dorm, a random bathroom at the pub, or somewhere at the saltburn mansion. he runs his hand against the soft duvet of your bed, laughing to himself when he spots a pile of stuffed animals by your pillows. you shut the door, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. you stare at him, raising your brows as a way of saying “go on,” farleigh clears his throat, clasping his hands together in his lap. “i’m sorry.” he sounds hesitant when he says it, like he’s being forced to apologize.

you blink, staying silent as he stares up at you with bambi eyes. “and?” you press. farleigh sighs, dropping his eyes to the floor instead. “i was just upset, i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you, you know that.” he says with a whiny tone. you’ve been through this same scenario multiple times, he fucks you over, comes back to apologize and beg for you back, then you have make up sex. every time this happens, you forgive him easily, letting him fuck your brains out to forget everything he had said to you prior. you didn’t want to give in again, but the way he was looking up at you with his dreamy brown eyes, his highlighted curls framing his face perfectly, even his cologne was driving you crazy.

you missed him, you missed his voice, his explicit compliments, especially his touch. “i miss you, baby.” he whimpers. you cock your head to the side, trying to hide your excitement. “really?” you ask with dilated eyes as you slowly step over to him. farleigh nods, a small smirk forming on his lips. “please, baby—please don’t make me sit here and beg.” he groans. he looks at you up and down before reaching for your hand. he intertwines his fingers into yours, a perfect fit. farleigh nuzzles his cheek against the soft flesh of your skin, then he kisses your knuckles, a predator like glint flashing in his eyes. he pulls you onto the bed with him, placing you in his lap as he leaves a trail of delicate kisses down your neck.

“let me make it up to you.” he whispers. you moan softly, looking up at him. you lean your head against his shoulder as his hands roam up your back, then under your shirt. “forgive me, okay?” he mutters in your ear. you feel his hands stopping midway to your bra, and you whine softly in response. you lock eyes with him, nodding eagerly. he gives you a faint smile before he continues to unclasp your bra with a swift move. you knew that he’d fuck up again soon, and you knew you would run back to him again—but if it meant incredible sex, you didn’t mind.

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[transmascaraa]

Reader has a secret hobby they do that they never told the sillies about, and the sillies find out

(example - reader being a singer, making songs, playing music, dancing, cosplaying, doing shows etc etc)

multiple characters headcannons!

they weren't supposed to know...

characters: lyney, gaming, xiao x gn!reader

author's note: nuh uh the draft didn't get saved where i was halfway through xiao smh enjoy this version where it's a bit shorter😭 i did cosplaying btw

✯ Lyney

-most surprisingly due to how fucking clingy he is, he would probably get to know but only after a couple of months.

-you would accidentally post your cosplay video on your PUBLIC acc and not your private one.

-he gets a notif almost immediately and he's already opening the app

-mouth wide open. pure shock in a good way.

-get ready for his teasing to get AT LEAST four times more often.

-he would probably ask you to cosplay him or lynette if you haven't already.

-he'll ask you to match cosplays but like huskerdust typa stuff(or fyolai whichever you prefer cuz he'll do anything for you)

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✧ Gaming

-it wouldn't take too long for him to find out tbh

-he would walk in on you while you were cosplaying him and his lion dance

-walking into the room and then his mouth being open in a second.

-in utter shock. /pos

-then the two of you would just basically awkwardly stare at eachother's blushing faces for a while

-until he breaks the awkwardness by saying something like "that. was. AMAZING."

-he'll praise you a lot, saying that you do the impression of him literally perfectly.

-he'll match with you if you want to definitely!

-and you'll get famous on social media because of him(i literally got "famous" because of him)

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☆ Xiao

-it would take a while for him to find out

-but he'll eventually walk in on you cosplaying hu tao/zhongli whoever you prefer

-he'll just stand there with his eyes wide open

-and you'll try not to be too awkward and tru to explain to him what "cosplay" is in the first place

-he literally won't get the point of it even if you explain it to him but okay

-he values your hard work and all so he'd probably call you a professional at one point

-WON'T match with you because he find it dumb(he literally will you just have to look at him)

-and he gets used to it after a while so yk even if he finds it weird af he would still support you

-loves it when you make him match with you

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yes

i like it

it's only a tiny bit shorter tbh but it's nice like this too

| @keeyisbored | @mariaace <3

[beneathashadytree]

LOOK AFTER YOU - XAVIER SHEN X READER

Warnings : mentions of injuries and anesthesia, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : sickening fluff <33

Word count : 1.2K words

Additional notes : This had been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and now it’s finally here!! Given how Xavier selectively chooses his missions and work, it makes sense that he’d feel more like a househusband than anything😭💗

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With dragging feet and a very noticeable limp, it took all they had to not just completely pass out halfway on the way home—still, they had to hold on. Just a few more minutes. They could handle that. Dr. Zayne had managed to patch them up well enough for them to stay conscious until they ended up on their doorstep.

Finally standing in front of their apartment, they lifted an aching arm to knock on the door—only to stumble forward as it swung open, their boyfriend’s face poking out from behind it. Already before they could speak, a small frown had formed on his face. “The hospital called just now. I didn’t know it was this bad.”

Xavier pushed the door open fully, reaching out for them with open arms that they—all too happily—slumped into. He could carry 10 times their weight if need be; they didn’t worry about him struggling to carry them inside in the least. “Thanks,” they mumbled against the wool of his sweater. Almost reflexively, they melted into his hold as they inhaled the scent of him clinging to the soft fabric: cinnamon, vanilla, and sunshine.

“Are you okay? In pain?” he worriedly asked as he heaved most of their weight and began to guide them to their bedroom.

At that, they snorted. “They gave me enough anesthesia to knock out a mule. I’m just trying to avoid putting pressure on the wounds, since I won’t be able to feel just how bad they are—“

“Until it wears off.” He nods in understanding, having been in their place more times than he could count. One hand left their back to push their bedroom door open and switch on the lights. “Then it’ll all hit you like a freight train.”

“Put nicely, yes. I would’ve said “hurt like a bitch,” personally.” A look of amusement danced on his face as he huffed out a laugh at that, kicking a few slippers out of the way so he could lean over the side of their bed. He lowered them to the bed as gently as possible, and they groaned out as their body sunk into mattress. “This feels like heaven now. Could you—?”

Before they could finish their request, Xavier had already nudged their fluffiest pillow underneath their head with one hand, while the other was pulling up their softest blanket up to their neck. “You’ll want to nap, of course,” he quietly said, brushing back a few sweat-slicked strands of hair away from their face and settling into his spot beside them on the bed.

“Just for a little. Mission was exhausting.” Sighing, they closed their eyes for a few moments, as though collecting their myriad of tangled thoughts regarding it, before blinking back up at him with a tired gaze. “Keep me company until I fall asleep?”

“Of course,” he quickly replied, crystalline eyes shining with the sort of fondness only they could alight within him. “Wanna tell me about your day?”

They shook their head, an apologetic half-smile on their lips. “It was shit. Nothing much to say about that. I’d rather hear about yours, though.”

A barely-there squeeze to their hand reminded them that it was fine. He’d always indulge them, after all, and if that entailed him talking about his certainly-in-comparison-boring day, he’d oblige.

And really, he’d once told them—in that solemn manner of his—that if they asked him to serve his heart on a silver platter, he’d gladly carve it out of his chest and welcome the gaping hollowness. How else would he carry it to them, still beating and yearning for them? Maybe when it fluttered in their palms it’ll bridge the chasm of space and time that he sometimes felt between them.

“I woke up at two, I think.” He looked a little embarrassed as he confessed, though it was nothing that surprised them. “I didn’t want to… ah, have another accident, so I stuck to ordering lunch for us both.” His spine straightened, as his eyes lit up in remembrance. “Oh, I got you salmon and potatoes. Is that ok?”

This time when they smiled, it almost seemed lovesick—or maybe they were growing drowsier by the second. “More than ok. How’d you know that I was craving it?”

“You tend to have eating patterns,” was all Xavier said, as though that were explanation enough. Maybe that truly were the case, or maybe the feeling of his knuckle brushing against their cheek was too soothing for them to question it. “It wasn’t too hard to notice.”

“Mmm. What else?”

Voice little more than a whisper now, they seemed to burrow into the covers even more. Just a few tufts of hair showed from the edge of the blanket, and Xavier had to resort to stroking the top of their hair now as he went on. “You probably didn’t get to notice it when we walked in, but I cleaned the entire house. Top to bottom, and I didn’t even have to pull out the vacuum.”

“Sounds like you’ve earned yourself some praise,” they slurred out, their chuckle sounding like it was distorted underwater, though it was only the effect of being filtered through sleepiness.

He hummed, a mischievous glint to his eyes. “Not to be too greedy, but I believe I do. Unless you happen to have any complaints about my cleaning skills?”

“I’ll be… the judge of… that.” To hear the last sentence, he had to really strain his ears, but it was all worth it.

When will the novelty wear off? When will he stop clinging to every single utterance of theirs; every soft sound and breath that escaped their lips? He feared he’d spend his entire lifetime clutching at every one and stowing it deep between his ribs. That greedy feeling of wanting to keep every fragile part of them to himself never went away, it seemed. And he supposed it never would.

“I guess I’ll have to aim for a 5-star review, then.” No response; just the sound of their even, deep breathing, and the shift of the Hunter’s outfit they still hadn’t taken off with every exhale. Xavier’s hand stilled its ministrations, and he carefully untangled it from their hair to set back in his lap.

For a few moments all he did was simply take the sight of them in. Soot-covered attire and perspiration-dotted face and all, he still thought they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Perhaps, they were even more striking in his opinion when they were so battle-weary.

Still, it can’t have been too comfortable, and he knew that the first thing they’d want to do after waking up—aside from taking pain medication, since the effects of the anesthesia would’ve long worn off by then—would be to shower. With an impossibly softened gaze, he leaned down to leave a fleeting kiss against their forehead, one that somehow still left his heart stuttering in his chest as they hummed and smiled in their sleep. Falling back to their side, he curled his warm palm around their hand that lied on the pillow, his mellow voice carrying his love in a whisper and on his frayed sleeves.

“Sweet dreams.”

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[vechter]

tagged by @havendance & @mintchocochipsposts tysm <3

if you have a to be read list/pile (comics, books, whatever):

what title(s) are you currently reading?

reading kitchen by banana yoshimoto & what went wrong with capitalism by ruchir sharma

also currently rereading the raven cycle & the dreamer trilogy because the gc made me feel sick about it... your 20s are truly all about regression

as for comics, i just started green lantern (1990) for kyle & i'm one issue into justice league: cry for justice (2009)

also rereading justice league of america (2006) for one of my fics which i'm halfway through but i gotta lock in

what title(s) are up next on your reading list?

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow by gabrielle zevin

as i lay dying by william faulkner

impulse (1995) is hopefully the next comic i will read unless the Vibes take me somewhere else

want to go back and read helena's appearances in NML because i didn't know her like that when i first read it

what title(s) are your emotional support TBRs and you’re planning to get around to them. One day. When the stars align?

lmaoooo. i really, really need to get back to rebecca by daphne du maurier which i've been reading for like a whole year at this point. idk what it is because whenever i read it, i do enjoy it quite a bit and i'm a sucker for gothic hauntings... but it's just not happening for me :(

as for comics, any superman comic. i like clark & lois so much but i've only read their stuff in team situations/trinity stuff or batman/superman comics. i read action comics (1938) #1 this month tho so maybe there's hope for me, yet

also, i end up missing annuals for comics unless they're explicitly mentioned so i do need to go back through some of my already read comics and see if i've read the annuals for them

have you taken anything out of your TBR pile recently, and why?

is this a thing that happens bc it's never happened for me 😭 i do end up tabling stuff but it never leaves that mental space where i'm like i have got to read this one day

also, my TBR pile is scattered over my notes app, my safari tabs, my messages to myself, my drafts and like 20 other places so it's really just Vibes for what i end up reading

tagging @2mad4plaid @boiwcndr @boudicca @fromstarstuff @malinaa and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

[nondelphic]

How many WiPs do you usually have? Probably a common question ngl lol

-@Kiwriter

oh godddd thanks for the question ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

i don't even knowww tbh it depends because i love to start new projects and abandon them after two weeks!! but if i'm actively in a writing mood (aka the opposite of a writing slump loool) then two, three or even four projects as of recently (*≧ω≦)ﾉﾞ

but it really depends on how passionate i am about each project!! sometimes i hyperfixate on one for months, and other times i’m just juggling ideas like a chaotic writer-circus.

for example, once i finished my first ever full draft (still so proud of that!! 😭💗), i immediately dove into writing the sequel while editing the first book! and then, halfway through the sequel’s first draft, while still editing the first book, i somehow thought, “you know what? why not start the third book in this series??” because i’d already outlined the sequel enough to know where it would end and where the third book should pick up. (truly, my brain = a multitasking gremlin at its finest. (≧▽≦))

oh, and because i clearly can’t stay focused (lol), i started a completely unrelated story during all of this. like, why stick to one series when you can just… not? (ง ื▿ ื)ว

so yeah, the answer is: chaos!! i thrive on it!! but i also love it, because each WIP gives me something different to explore and be excited about. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ anyway, thanks for the question, it was so fun to answer!! sending you big writing energy and lots of love!! ✧(>o<)ﾉ✧ how many projects do you have going at once? lmk if you want to !! <3

[iwannascreameurekaa]

A giant list of fics in the making

Being written to POST

Junior Year

Chapter 15 and on. I'm trying to figure out to get to the end of the school year in that fic.

To Storm or Fire, They both Will Fall

Valgrace in Tartarus fic. First chapter is almost fully written. It's going to have about 40 chapters total and I want to write the whole thing out before I post anything about it so it might take a while sorry!

Where Art Thou, Emilio?

Romeo and Juliet but it's valgrace! Almost want to fully write this before I post anything so it might take even longer because I cannot for the life of me find an easily accessible and readable translation of the play :(

A fic about valgrace first kiss (not titled yet) based off a tumblr post I have been unable to find :(

Basically about valgrace trying to have their first kiss but Leo keeps burning Jason's lips 

Sequel fic to Realization, is it You? 

Qinter fic but this one is a time skip to the end of the tenth book and it's winter perspective 

Back To Life

My valgrace angst series that has two works so far and I'm working on more!

Being written but unable to post 

Use your body

I have the 4th chapter done. I am in agony that I can't post on the fic. 5th chapter is halfway done and there's supposed to be about 11/12 chapters in total and most of them are half written already. Can't promise that anything will be posted on this fic any time soon I'm trying to work it out! Again I'm very sorry.

Two solangelo one shots that go together (smut) ofc

First one is called "an apple a day keeps the doctor bent over and moaning for me" and the second one has no title but it contains one of my fav tropes which it the aphrodisiacs so yippie!! Same at use your body, I don't know when these will be posted and the first one isn't even done and the second is barely worked on anyways so...

Random stuff that might be posted if I ever get them done

Fun-Dip!

A cheesy valgrace kiss fic about Leo having a fundip flavored chapstick. Silly and unserious. It's been in my drafts since may and is barely halfway done. I have no motivation to finish or worn on it right now but I might be possessed who knows.

Will Solace on the Argo II rewrite

No title for this yet. First chapter is less than a thousands words written right now. And that's the only thing I have written too 😭😭 rough outline for it and idk if I'll ever finish it tbh. 

Fics that I need to update and am trying to update but idk what to write

I Don't Know Who You Are but I Love You 

YALL I PROMISE IM TRYING TO WRITE ANOTHER STUPID CHAPTER. I'm dying. Last time I update it was APRIL... my bad guys... um and it has reached 14,000 hits since then and I wanted to post a celebration chapter but I had no motivation. Ughhhhrhhwsiyfiwdh

Girl Alone (titled I Am Something a while ago)

I'm thinking about writing another chapter but I'm not allowed to post anything with sh in it rn and that's kinda the whole plot of girl alone so... yeah... I just don't wanna write something that I'm gonna barely enjoy writing and not even be able to enjoy posting it either it just makes no sense to me sorry 

Olympus

You bitches have been asking for another chapter of this for over a YEAR it's insane and I am grateful for it. I am currently rewriting the first three chapters cause I freaking HATE how I used to write and also like it sucked?? How do y'all enjoy this shitty writing dude I was so bad at writing smut 😭 anyways idk when they'll be updated and idk when a 4th chapter will come out but I'm always thinking about it 

The Soul I Hold

Eeehhhh I lost motivation for this. I always get little scenes in my head about what I want in this fic but I never know how to connect them so I gave up. I will probably pick this fic up again and finish it one day but these days I have ahead of me are not those days. 

When I Die, I'll Let Go

I lost motivation for this one too. I have so so many ideas for this but I have no idea how to get them into words that make sense so I'm just going to keep making playlists for it until I get the spark back 

[esta-elavaris]

WIP tag game!

tagged by the stellar @ass-deep-in-demons -- thank you!!

Rules: You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

What a perfect time to have 5438438 projects on the go, huh? The word I was given is:

TRUTH

T - from Here, Where Fire Grows

The others were already nearing the end of their meal, though the plates were being picked at more than anything else, sitting glumly about the campfire that had been built square in the centre of the space allotted to them. Knowing she couldn’t cling to Boromir like a security blanket forever, she squeezed his arm and then parted from him,

(ending halfway through a sentence because that's where I left the draft 😅)

R - from the novel

The second realisation was far less begrudging than the first. She was no longer tired. Yes, her feet were sore and her mind ran rampant, but that constant burn was gone from her eyes, and they no longer stung sharply with every blink. Even dim candlelight and bare whispers no longer felt like an affront to her senses, the ache was gone from her muscles, and there was no headache doing its best to encase her skull. For all intents and purposes, she was well rested - in body if not in mind.

(I couldn't find any sentences in this stupidly long draft that began with R, so I had to do what I could 😭)

U - also from the novel!

Unfortunately, it didn’t have much of a pirate sound about it.  “You’ve a plan?” he murmured to the others. Oskar nodded solemnly. “It can’t kill both of us at once.”  Yes. That sounded much more pirate-y.

T - from the next chapter of the Lucanis fic!

Treviso by night was cold – especially on clear evenings, when there were no clouds to trap in any heat that had been granted to them over the course of the day. And how she was dressed didn’t exactly help matters. Gone was her armour, and even the comfortable garb she favoured around the Lighthouse, replaced instead by a threadbare old cotton dress of grey that Teia had procured and left in a predisclosed location, on the off-chance that their passing through the Crows’ base of operation first would raise alarm bells. Her hair, she’d tried to make look as dirty as possible – going as far as to wrestle with Assan before they left, and then refusing to touch it thereafter so that it didn’t look too deliberate.

H - from the next chapter of About a Girl 🪝

Hook’s namesake was lodged beneath Girl’s chin before she could even realise what was happening. A good thing, probably, for it stopped her from flinching, which would’ve only sent her skin into the blade. The hook he’d chosen today was more decorative than anything, resembling a fishhook and curling in on itself too much for the point to dig into her – which was why he turned it sidelong, so the razor-sharp edge was pressed against her throat instead. The frost that crept in through the castle’s walls was seeping into her back, so cold against the exposed skin that it touched at her arms and neck that it threatened to burn her. “How quickly the gentleman act disappears,” she said. Her voice was strained, trying to speak without moving too much, but she didn’t shrink as his icy stare bore into hers. “You did this on purpose,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

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CHOICE

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

(This might be kinda specific 💀) can you do headcanons of like the gang with an s/o or friend (your preference) who's a playwright that just debuted their first ever play. Like, headcanons of them at opening night, watching her play, knowing it's a really big day for 😭 omg i'm so sorry this is really dumb, feel free to ignore it!

A/N: don’t worry anon!! i saw this and got so exited! you’re talking to someone here who’s obsessed with musical theatre!! (i didn’t specify if you were their S/O or their friend so you can interpret it either way. 😊)

The boys x playwright!reader

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Darry

During the process of writing the play he was very supportive. Long nights of staying up working on the script meant that Dar was staying up with you giving you a steady supply of coffee and pointing out any grammar mistakes.

He helped to build the set and get everything into place. you had enough to worry about writing and directing, it was the least he could do in his opinion.

On opening night he was backstage helping out and making sure you didn’t get too stressed. he congratulated you over and over.

When the curtain closed at the end of the show he gave you the biggest hug ever. You head back to the curtis’ and have a quiet night, Dar makes hot chocolate and popcorn and the two of you watch a movie together

Ponyboy

While you’re writing the show he proofreads it and tells you whether he’d enjoy it or not. he’s brutally honest too so don’t be too sensitive!

During the lead up to the show he helped pick out costumes and helped with anything you asked him too really.

I honestly think he would ask you for a small part in the play, and you’d write in a character just for him! he’d be over the moon!! He would come to you everyday asking about your opinion on his interpretation of the character and if you thought he should do anything particular in any scene if it wasn’t scripted.

On opening night he’d be right there holding your hand until he had to go on. He’d be as nervous as you!! But at the end of the show he would congratulate you and the two of you would go to the lot and watch the stars

Sodapop

He’d be very supportive, but he wouldn’t have any interest in the writing process. He’d make sure you didn’t overwork yourself though and basically drag you to hang out after you did some work.

Once rehearsals start though? He is all in for helping. He’d help with casting and then offer to help out every actor with there scenes if they needed to practice but their scene partner(s) wasn’t there

He helps a certain amount with set building, and anything he couldn’t help with he’d ask Darry to do. He’d move boxes, paint walls, when you realised you needed something done he was already halfway finished it!!

After opening night he would brag to everyone like “yea my bsf | S/O did that, they’re pretty amazing” and he’d probably plan a surprise party for you after it!

Dally

Honestly i think he couldn’t care less about theatre. Unless it’s musical theatre. i’m tellin ya, if he was here now he would LOVE heathers. So if you’re writing a musical? he will demand that you write in some cool, bad boy type character for him to play. Preferably with a solo song.

I HC that in general he just loves music, so he’d help you write the score (thats what it’s called right?)

after the show expect him to be all arrogant and congratulating himself for how well he performed but once you two get alone he’ll congratulate you.

After everyone goes home after the big party you 100% had, Dal would get Buck to let you two stay down in the bar even after closing just for quiet drinks yk?

Steve

Steve tries to be interested he really does, but he just can’t be bothered to read the entire script over and over after every draft you make. but he will stay up with you on late nights and make sure you don’t overwork yourself

He helps to build anything that needs any kind of mechanics on set and is happy to help with the tech side of it.

He plans a party on opening night but doesn’t tell you. you think that you’re just going back to the Curtis’ for a few drinks.

If you two are just friends? lots of high fives and maybe a few hugs as a congrats. but if you’re his S/O, he cannot keep his hands off of you for more than 5 minutes. he’s just so proud of you!

Two-Bit

Ah Two-Bit. my poor (kinda dumb) boy. He will be asking you questions 24/7 about the plot and you’ll have to explain it like 5 times (if you’re anything like me it’ll be a very complicated storyline)

He will try to stay up with you, really he will! but he will also fall asleep wayyy before you

come time for the show he’ll probably ask you if he can stay backstage with you and whether you let him or not he will. anytime you tell someone to do something two will just follow with a “YEAH!”

I honestly think he knows that you’re tired and don’t really want a big party so he’d probably just buy some beer and the two of you can go back to one of your houses and have a quiet drink.

Johnny

He will help you as much as he can, especially with the personalities/names of characters. Hey, he names every stray cat and dog in Tulsa! he knows what names suit people!

He might ask for just a small part in the show, nothing too big, he just wants to be part of it.

He’ll make sure that you’re ok and not too stressed while the show is going on, he’ll hold your hand tightly for reassurance.

After the show he knows that you probably want to go spend time with people and go out partying but he will offer that the two of you could hang out in the lot for a bit. (And as much as i don’t like johnny you better say yes >:( he will never tell you but if you say no he’ll be really upset)

[daisyjonesgf]

girl the way i said a few asks ago “idk if someone talked about how ‘girl i’ve always been’ is so muse and billy coded” and while i was snooping thru ur blog it was me who said it a while ago😭😭😭

ANYWAYS ur post about bombshell writing taste mhm mhm yes, but i’ll raise u this: skin by sabrina was def the first draft

-🦅

you said genius thought that I already had and forgot was me 😭 ily 🦅 anon

bombshell writes skin while she's still with billy and then decides it's too mean that she's not going to drag camila into this, but then when billy leaves bombshell for good and she's crashing out, she thinks about releasing skin but then is like 'no I should be even meaner' and writes taste on the plane ride back to LA, immediately drives to the recording studio and is like rn this needs to be done and everybody loves it, so the next day when she's calmed down a little bit she wants to scrap it but the production company is like absolutely not, this is gonna be a hit

it's released as a single, blows up, and bombshell is supposed to perform it at the grammys and she really does not want to, so they set it at like halfway through so she'll have enough time to get super drunk and drugged up first and the host knows this ofc and keeps making jokes, and going to muses table to hand her drinks bc they've decided to make it a bit so nobody questions it

and so she's drunk enough for the emotions to make her want to sing it, stumbling a little bit but the dancers make sure to keep her steady, at some points it's unclear if she's laughing or crying or both but overall people like how much rage they could feel in the performance even if it goes down as a huge crash out moment since it's rumored by the time the after party happened she'd passed out

[snazzy-suit]

LLoG Progress Update!

Oh dang, it's almost April already?! January went on seemingly forever, February passed pretty normally, and March lasted, like, a week. Time is soup.

Anyway, I'm unfortunately a little behind schedule, though not by much! I was hoping to start posting the new chapters by the end of March, but they're not quite ready yet. I still have some editing and continuity checks to do, but the good news is, everything is completely written! 🎉

...and it's even longer than I anticipated 😭 As of now, before editing is complete, the total word count for all the upcoming chapters is 50,700.

50,700!

52,175 if I count the missing scene!

The last arc of what was SUPPOSED to be a short story turned into novel-length madness. Unbelievable! Why am I like this??

Here's where everything stands as of now:

Chapter 5.4 - Complete. Awaiting final continuity check. Word count: 8,220

Chapter 5.5 - Complete. Awaiting final continuity check. Word count: 7,104

Chapter 5.6 - Draft Complete. Undergoing edits. Current word count: 5,580

Chapter 5.7 - Draft Complete. Undergoing edits. Current word count: 8,097

Chapter 5.8 - Draft Complete. Undergoing edits. Current word count: 8,258

Chapter 5.9 - Draft Complete. Awaiting review. Current word count: 6,760

Chapter 5.10 - Draft Complete. Awaiting review. Current word count: 6,681

Some additional notes/tidbits:

Missing Scene - Takes place between the end of chapter 5.6 and about halfway through chapter 5.9. I couldn't figure out a way to include this that didn't feel jarring. If I like it enough, I'll post it separately from the main story. Current word count: 1,475

Chapter 5.7 is a flashback that was originally going to take place about halfway through chapter 5.6, but as you can see based on the word count, it got away from me. ^^' I decided to turn it into a separate chapter as a sort of "breather" between 5.6 and 5.8. I really enjoyed writing it, but there's a chance I may have to cut it from the main story if I feel it's too disrupting. If this is the case, I'll post it separately as another missing scene.

Chapter 5.4 is my white whale. It's undergone the most rewrites and is largely responsible for the long hiatus. I've found it's one of my least favorite chapters in this particular story and at this point I don't know if it's actually bad or if I'm just sick of looking at it 🫠

My disgruntled feelings for chapter 5.6 (the first half, anyway) rival that of chapter 5.4, which is unfortunate, because this chapter is supposed to be "The Big Reveal". Am I over-explaining things? Is this too vague? These are the questions I struggled with in this chapter and I don't know if I'll ever be satisfied with the results.

I never start a chapter knowing how long it's going to be. I just create an outline and go. As long as I check off all the major points in a satisfactory manner, I don't care if the chapter is 1,000 words or 8,000 words. That said, I try to avoid going over 10,000 words for any one chapter so as to not overwhelm readers (and myself) with a bunch of Things in a single sitting. So! When chapter 5.8 started cresting 15,000 words I was like "oh no" and immediately searched for a good spot to split it in two.

That's all I got for now! We're almost there, folks!

Tl;dr - if I don't start posting chapters by the end of April, feel free to shame me with an "L" in my DMs lol 🙈

[morningstargirl666]

When is The Big Bad Wolf Act 2 coming out?? Are you going to release monthly or all at once?? (I just finished the series and I’m in love 🩷🩷 no rush to write, just wondering if you have an idea because you have loyal readers waiting to love it!!! Have a great day <3)

Hello! Lovely to meet you and thank you so much for reading, that fic is a BEAST. So glad you enjoyed it!

So. When is the next update coming out? [nervous laughter]

Thing is, I told myself now I'm halfway i'll go back and edit, smooth things out before this fic literally becomes too long to tackle and that kinda...turned into a full rewrite?

I'm not changing the plot. That's exactly the same. But my ideas for the lore have changed since I first started writing and I wanted to add in a whole lot more of characterisation and set up for the chapters to come. I rewrote The Little Wolf back in December and recently did some tweaking to chapter 5 of it just this last week (I couldn't work out how to fix it when I first did the rewrite but I had an EPHIPHANY okay). So The Little Wolf is around 35k now, which is a huge difference to the 11k it was in November when I posted chapter 35 of tbbw. It's got tons of new scenes, a sharper forcus on the Mikaelson siblings not just Klaus and two whole new chapters. Of course, you've probably already read that as it is posted and you're a new reader, but that's what I was doing before Christmas, essentially.

As for The Big Bad Wolf itself...boy, where do I start. I'm approaching 85k on the rewrite...only on chapter 7. Which technically used to be chapter 6, because I got 5 chapters in before I added a new chapter. I guess that's a record for my restraint, at least.

So, in terms of what's happening: I'm re-writing tbbw. The plot isn't changing, but new scenes are being added, conversations are being tweaked, the lore is being more consistently fleshed out. Grammar for dialogue is being given a complete overhaul because that was a mess. But. Listen. It's so much better. It's so fucking better. I re-read the chapters I've done and in some places, the drafts aren't quite finished yet, like my writer brain is like fix this later BUT omg it's like, THE shit. It's so good. I've very excited.

I'm not sure how long it will take to finish. I might be able to stop halfway and post the rewritten/edited chapters I've got so far but I make no promises because I feel more inclined to keep going and get it all done in one. Some chapters won't need much work at all as they've been more heavily edited in the past (chapter 8 and 9 should be done pretty quickly, just giving them a facelift), while others I'm really ripping into. There's one chapter I know I'll either delete or delete scenes from to be replaced with something else (don't worry, the scenes will go into my deleted scenes fic on ao3, it's not gone forever).

So yeah. At the rate I'm going, I'm not gonna lie, it may take till the summer before I get all this editing done AND finish the new chapter 36 update - and you may get two new chapters at once, because it might be a long one and I might split it. But by the end of it, tbbw won't be 378k anymore. It'll probably be closer 450k. So you'll get a 50k+ update (along with some bonus stuff) to the whole fic and then a week later I'll post the new chapters (I used to post fornightly, a chapter every two weeks, and I'll go back to that when I'm done).

But yeah. I've written like, 110k since December, which for context is is closing in on the equivalent of the second book of TLOTR trilogy: The Return of the King was 137,115 words. That's an epic novel's worth. In three months.

An arguement could be made that I'm making this fic way too long but I don't really care? I love writing this. It makes my head spin and makes me tear my hair out but...it's so much fun too. And I get to rewrite canon, the way it should have been (we were so ROBBED 😭😭😭), so hey! It's free therapy too! I'm not going to stop as long as I'm loving every second.

Thanks for reading, and thank for listening to my insane plans! Hopefully, I'll see you there on ao3 when this fic is back for business!!

-And it WILL be back.

[4th-make-quail]

this week sucks shit but at least we have rpfriday!!! have some silliness.

As he’s leaving the coffee shop, Assad spots Eric on the other side of the street. He’s clearly been caught off guard by the rain; his hair is plastered to his forehead, and he’s trying to tuck an already wet shopping bag under his just as soaked jacket in a futile attempt to keep it dry. Assad waves, and is pleasantly surprised when Eric looks up and waves back. Assad hurries across to him, umbrella in hand, and Eric waits for him under the awning of one of the shops.

“Hey,” Assad says, because he can’t think of anything better. He points to the shopping bag. “Did you get anything good?”

“We’ll see what survives the walk back, but yeah, I did.” Eric opens the bag to show Assad. “I thought I could get a taxi, but I haven’t seen any yet. Maybe I’m cursed. Oh, you’ll like this one.” He holds out a book with a very familiar cover, even though the title is in Czech, not English. “Turns out the bookstore I went to had Queen of the Damned,” Eric says proudly.

“You can’t read Czech,” Assad points out, unable to stop himself from smiling at Eric’s enthusiasm nonetheless.

“I can read menus, can’t I? And they say immersion is the best way to learn a new language.” Eric puts the book away again, and Assad shakes his head fondly. “I got some postcards too. I’d show you, but they’re all the way at the bottom of the bag, and there’s like a fifty percent chance they’re just mush now.”

oh also in regards to when this will be up, I’m about halfway through drafting it as we speak and editing shouldn’t take too long once it’s done :)

-🎭

this is the biggest fucking mood 🎭nonny, oh my god

what a week, pass the rpfriday!!

THIS SNIP IS SOOO CUUUTE!!!! the image of Eric soaking wet in the rain with his lil bag is adorable oh my goddd, and QotD in Czech!!! i now have a very fucking cute image of them sitting and trying to go through the book in Czech togetherrrr 😭😭 I really like the scene setting parts you're doing here, they're so evocative!! can't wait to see where it's going~

very excited for this!!! godspeed with the drafting and editing, i believe in you!! 💪💚

[normalgirlatron]

ranking the red velvet album covers, be warned this’ll be long

halfway through tumblr deleted my draft so um…

1-3 🏆

28 reasons very visually pleasing. the red and the black go so well together and the mirror showing seulgi is just creative genius. absolute fav, i could stare at it forever to be honest. not to mention it perfectly reflects the album’s contents which is a huge bonus for me

the red summer i have a huge soft spot for covers with a lot going on actually. the cover’s fun, very summer and even with vibrant colors that would normally clash in the real world, it’s somehow satisfying. i love all of the details too and the way the members are positioned on the cover. so fun

rbb the positioning of the members + the teeth is just fun to see. it’s definitely different from a lot of their other covers which makes it more interesting for me as well. i also just really like their outfits, especially yeri’s

4-6 🏅

chill kill what’s funny to me about this one is the fact it’s photoshopped like omg they couldn’t even get an ot5 pic wow. but i like the overall vibe of it a lot and it’s a drastic change from red velvet’s typical colorful covers, which also makes this one stand out to me. i also am just a huge fan of this album anyway and think the feeling of it was perfectly executed which obviously extends to the cover since that plays a huge role in the concept anyway

perfect velvet okay actually this used to my favorite album, cover, concept, etc… it’s definitely their prettiest & most visually interesting, but i’ve grown. it’s still really cool and my fav part is the incorporation of the title but i don’t think it’s their absolute best cover regardless of its quality and general appeal LOL. it’s been a bit overdone i think? still a huge fav tho

the red it’s iconic and very pretty. honestly i don’t have much to say because it’s just that good. it really pops. eye candy for me

reve festival is actually not in order of how i’d rank the covers because i have a more pressing criticism regarding the overall trilogy’s design

they’re all meant to be connected, yet finale is randomly like. SO different. it doesn’t even have a rollercoaster that connects through it the way day 1 and day 2 have… sm paid for a cover to be made and couldn’t scrounge up a couple more pennies for a damn rollercoaster 😭 i just hate that disconnect so much because they’re literally MEANT TO GO TOGETHER and they already did that for 2/3 of the albums so idk why finale’s suddenly different. ugh

anyway, onto the actual ranking:

finale it’s the most creative and very cute. i love the house details w the velvets inside + one trapped under the house, as well as the surroundings. typically not a fan of green but this shade is pleasing to my eyes

day 2 the purple is very beautiful especially when combined with the red of the rollercoaster. the “events” on the cover are also really cutely designed and it def appeals to me a lot

day 1 my main complaint is the yellow. i hate the color yellow and this shade in particular is offensive to my eyes. i like the rest of the cover though which is a shame… but that’s why it’s so high for me; everything BUT the background color is great. it’s fun

10-12 🎖️

rookie it’s very eye catching, the blue is wonderful and the positioning of the titles as well as the members is creative and i like it a lot. also having seulgi in the middle is another part i enjoy, simply because she has an interesting pose and i feel like it tells you a lot about the album’s sound

bloom what annoys me is the fact the title seems to be off center? but i like the overall feel of the cover and the doodles are really cute

sappy it’s cute and charming, their styling is unique and i love the colors!!! it does kind of bother me that wendy, irene, and yeri have similar hair colors and then joy and seulgi don’t but it’s just a minor thing. i do love their hair colors it’s just the inconsistency/out of nowhere-ness that can grate me a little bit. but overall very fun and cute

13-15 🎖️

the velvet well this one is just pretty. idk why yeri’s blurred out though 💀

feel my rhythm i like the logo being in the clouds. cute, fun, very springtime, good colors

power up love a good ot5 focused cover. the background is a bit boring but i don’t really care because the velvets make it interesting

16-18 🎖️

the perfect red velvet one of my fav covers however i can recognize it’s not as visually interesting as a lot of red velvet’s covers. i love the fact it looks like a movie poster though so it’s definitely very special to me

birthday UNDERRATED. IDGAF. the pink is perfect, the design is engaging and vibrant… the logo is unique…. very solid cover

ice cream cake see i’m fond of this because it represents when red velvet really began & became 5. however the bg doodles are a bit too pale which makes the cover seem kinda bland otherwise. the drawing of all 5 members is pretty though so

19-21 🎖️

happiness once again i’m very fond of a slightly overwhelming and very colorful cover. the editing is kooky which i enjoy although many people don’t like it, it just radiates 2014 and i just luv what red velvet did with what they had in that time period. it’s so fun!!

queendom i like this cover and the colors are nice but i also think some of the concept photos for this could’ve been better suited to be the cover. i do like that it looks like they’re all just kinda hanging out tho

hello the background is just a boring white but joy’s pose combined with her outfit really makes it pop to me. like my eyes are consistently drawn to it because of that

22-24 🎖️

be natural i like the pose and the monochrome, and the logo is really cool to me and def unique… a yeri-less rbb kinda. the white at the top cutting off the photo can be bothersome though

monster well the colors are just too boring for me but everything else is nice. the pose is good, the feeling radiating off of irene and seulgi is special, etc

wish you hell this one’s nice because it really feels like wendy. the helmet and the tag on the side are sooo cute. however in comparison to other covers it is a bit on the blander side which is why it’s so low, but i really like it!!!!

25-27 🎖️

russian roulette this one is definitely boring since it’s just the logo but i like the logo + combo of colors enough for it to outrank the next couple covers LOLLL. the title going through the heart as an arrow is just so cutesy

cosmic the album’s so vibrant and dreamy yet this cover represents none of that. i don’t get that feeling from this photo at all, not to mention the logo’s just slapped on there. i love the mysterious hotel concept but it was poorly executed which is why the cover falls flat for me despite it utilizing one of my fav parts of the concept… and tbh idk why they didn’t do something more similar to midsommar promo or at least something dreamy like that. just feels weird and a bit disappointing. they’re beautiful though

cookie jar boring & washed out… i love their stylings though which makes me feel better about it. the cover also does actually look like a cookie tin which is charming

… 28 👎

like water i loveee wendy i really do. her voice is angelic, she’s beautiful… but this cover is so boring. boring colors, no pose, not even a title or anything particularly special to make up for it. just wendy standing and a W slapped on there. not to mention the album just is completely not wendy’s vibe or vision so the whole album is just not very entertaining for me. it makes me sad that sm tried to force her into doing ballads forever 😭… so idk i just don’t feel very much for this cover nor the album. i’m so sorry wendy. u are so loved but they did u so dirty w your debut album…