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omgbubbletea · 3 years

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Dating George Weasley Would Include

Let’s get one thing straight, it doesn't matter what house you're in

Sure, it would be a bonus if you were in Gryffindor because that would mean he wouldn't have to sneak into your common room to be with you

Blood status also doesn't matter to him

If he loves you, he loves all of you

The reason you and George are together is all thanks to Fred

He had grown sick and tired of George constantly talking about you

How pretty you were

How nice you smelled

How he felt butterflies every time you smiled at him

The boy must have been in-love or something

On the other hand, Fred had found out you had feelings for George by constantly bugging you on the subject till you cracked and told him

Being the oblivious pair George and you were, neither of you had realised the others feelings

This is when Fred decided to take matters into his own hands

His plan consisted of locking both you and George in a janitors closet until you both confessed your feelings

He had told you guys to meet him in this particular closet for an emergency meeting

With the two of you being so ignorant, you walked into this closet, wondering where Fred was and why he had chosen such a weird place to meet

As soon as you guys crossed the line, that’s when Fred had locked the door

“Fred! what are you doing? Let us out!” (you and George started to yell)

“If you guys want out, then there’s something you should get off your chest first”

You both knew instantly what he was talking about

Fred’s plan was almost fool-proof except for the fact that both you and George had your wands and could just alohomora your way out

Oh, wait...

Fred had known you too well and knew you both always left your wands in the dorm during free time before dinner

“Fred this isn't funny”(George was starting to get on edge)

“Do you hear me laughing?”

The closet was small(but who said you found it a problem(; )

A couple of minutes passed

“Look (y/n)...”(George began to say slowly)

“I- I like you”

“I like you a lot, more than a friend probably should”(was that his heart pounding in his chest George could hear?)

At that moment your head shot up to meet his gaze

Did he just confess his feeling to you?

Did he feel the same?

Hope began to form in your heart

“George...”(he was ready for his heart to be broken)

“I’ve felt that way since I first met you”(a smile began to break on your face)

When I tell you that that boys smile lit up the room

Nothing more was shared at that moment except for a hungry kiss

He had been craving your lips for awhile now

Of-course the moment only lasted so long before Fred swung the door open

“Ew, gross guys!”

The two of you just grinned

If you are not in Gryffindor, then your days usually consisted of sneaking into the others common room

It’s a usual thing

Cuddling on the couch

Playing board games

Your friends(and others in your house) are used to seeing George around

Surprisingly, you guys have never been caught(thanks to the marauders' map)

He’s always waiting outside of the common room so you guys can walk to breakfast together

You guys always sit next to each other in the great hall

If you are in a different house, he will walk you to your common room at the end of the day and give you a kiss goodnight(which usually gets a bit heated)

Pet names

Darling and gorgeous are his most used

You can’t help but get butterflies every-time those words roll of his tongue

“Well hello gorgeous”

Small forms of PDA

Hand holding

Arm around your shoulder

Arm around your waist

Temple kisses

Cheek kisses

Knuckle kisses

He LOVES it when you play with his hair and just melts into your touch

I have a theory that the twins give the BEST hugs

Bear hugs that engulf you

Hugs from behind where he pulls you closer to him

(and he’s always so warm...like what?)

You love wearing his jumpers

Yes, they are always baggy on you

You love the smell of them though(strawberries, vanilla and a bit of a smoky hint)because it’s just like having George there

He gives you one of his jumpers to keep so you would stop stealing all his other ones

It’s your favourite item of clothing and you always wear it to bed

Your first “I love you” came out of nowhere

The two of you were in the common room studying for an upcoming test

You should have been in your bed by now but of-course this test was more important than your exhaustion

With papers strewn across the table and your hand cramping from writing, you continued with your work, although George had stopped

Suddenly, you had become aware of him gazing at you

“Can I help you?”

“It’s nothing, you’re just...so beautiful”

You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks

“I love you”

The phrase was just audible

You had looked up in shock unsure if you had heard right

George was yet to comprehend what he had said when it all hit him

“Oh (y/n), I’m sorry! It just sort of slipt out- I didn’t mean to say it- I mean I want to say it because I love you but not that-”

You just chuckled at his constant rambling

“George, calm down, I love you too”

“I don’t want to make you se- wait, what did you just say?”

“I love you too”(you said it gently)

“Really..?”(he didn't sound too convinced)

In gesture, you gave him a sweet kiss, melting into the moment

It seemed to calm his mind

Spending summer and Christmas at the burrow

Molly loves you

She knits one of her famous sweaters for you for Christmas

If you are muggle-born(or even half-blood), Arthur loves when you tell stories about muggle life

When Ron was younger, he had a BIG crush on you

Now when he thinks about it, he just gets embarrassed

Ginny looks up to you(and thinks you're a bad bish)

You and Ginny love to have sleepovers together and gossip about all the people in Hogwarts

You also get filled in on all her latest “love life” with Harry

Fred is one of your best and closest friends

He is happy that George found someone to make him happy

You’re Fred’s wing-women(although he doesn't agree because you haven’t done the best of jobs)

You guys love to tease George together

Although it’s mainly just Fred teasing you and George

“Can you guys get a room?!”

It was in those moments that Fred may have regretted locking you guys in that closet

As much as he loves you, he does get a bit tired of hearing George talk about you all-day(nothing changed since he confessed his feelings for you)

Lee is also a close friend to you

It was only inevitable for you guys to bond with the twins being best friends with him

Many times have the two of you tried to get back at Fred and George with a prank

Sadly, the twins somehow always manage to know what you guys are planning

Let’s just say they prank you guys twice as hard for trying to outdo the masters

The twins are always playing “light” pranks on you

From dying your hair bright pink

To slipping a small amount of love potion into your drink

It’s always a risk being around the two of them

They love to get you involved in their pranks

This usually means standing guard though):

You remember this one time in potions when you were first learning about amortentia

There was a fresh batch of it at the front of the class and everyone around the room was trying to get a whiff

“Do I even have to ask what it smells like to you darling?”

You closed your eyes and gave a sharp inhale

“Vanilla, candy apples and amber” (you had said it so innocently)

George’s face was painted in horror

“What?!”

He was in disbelief because he KNEW he didn’t smell of amber or vanilla

“CEDRIC?!” (the twins spoke rather loudly in unison)

“But- I- wha-”(George began to stutter on)

At that point, you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer

“I’m only joking!”

When I tell you how quick that boy calmed down

“Oh thank Merlin”

That was revenge for staining your teeth blue for a whole week!

In all honesty, the pained look on George’s face when he realised you may not love him pained your heart

On the other hand, Fred thought it was hilarious

(If) you play quidditch for Gryffindor, then you are a chaser, otherwise, you are whatever position you got placed into

If you are not in Gryffindor, then you are always watching the quidditch game and supporting the twins(unless it’s your house playing)

He loves to find you in the crowd

You’re his #1 fan

Steamy kisses after the game

If they win the game then it’s going to be a lot more than kissing(;

He has ended up in the hospital wing a couple of times because of the game

It has never been too serious but you still can’t help but worry for him

“You know, even with a black eye and bloody face, I’m still the better-looking twin”

Fred just cracked up

“He must still be a bit loopy from all that pain killer”

If you don’t play quidditch, then George has defiantly tried to teach you

It didn’t go too well

You ended up falling off the broom at only 1 meter off the ground

Face-planted into the grass

Ended with you having a dislocated jaw

George felt guilty for the rest of the month and wouldn't stop apologising

Meanwhile, Fred had fallen on his ass from laughing too hard

Trips to Hogsmeade

Raiding Honeydukes

Dates at the Three Broomsticks

Drinking enough butterbeer to get tipsy

Lots of puns and dad jokes

You were once learning how to produce a Patronus in DA when someone had just spelled a deer

You looked over at George to see him struggling a bit with the spell

And that’s when the awful pun left his mouth

“Oh deer, I just can’t seem to produce a Patronus”

You tried to hold in your laugh

“Shove off Weasley”

He takes you to the Yule Ball

It’s a magical night

Full of dancing

Screaming the lyrics to the songs playing

Drinking fire whisky that Fred had smuggled in

Drunk snogging to the point where Snape found you guys and took 5 points off each of you

Dancing around the common room

Sneaking into the kitchens to steal food

Tickle fights(I feel like George is very ticklish)

Swimming in the Black Lake on a dare

Snowball fights in the winter

He never fails to make you laugh

He is more of the shy, reserved twin

Sometimes you just have to remind him that he is loved and noticed

He will compare himself to Fred and it will never be positive

You will reassure him and hold him for however long he needs

If what he needs is a good vent then you are ready to listen no matter what you are doing

He is more important

He is also more of the jealous twin

Don’t get me wrong, he won't go all psycho boyfriend when he sees another guy talking to you

He respects you and knows you would never leave him for someone else

But if there is flirting going on or the guy is trying to make a move

Let’s just say his temper won't last long

“Hello darling”

Que passionate kiss between George and you

“Sorry mate, she’s already taken”

You had never seen a guys face go paler

Or seen George go so smug

He always knows what to do when you're sad

He will listen to your every last word if you have to vent

Or he will hold you in his arms for hours while whispering sweet nothings into your ear if all you want to do is cry it out

By the end of it, you can't help but feel just a little bit better because of him

He loves to hear about your day and you can’t deny that he is the best listener

He low key has separation anxiety

He LOVES to spoon

Definitely the big spoon

Although he can’t help but love to be the little spoon sometimes

“Hey um...Do you mind if we?...”

“You wanna be the little spoon?”

“Yes please...”

He’s smiling on the inside

He may be a little shy in public but he’s a freak in the sheets if you know what I mean(;

He’s usually top but it drives him crazy if you switch rolls

I feel like he’s a hair puller?

Will always make sure you’re comfortable with everything

Super gentle at times

But also can be rough...

Would never do anything that would hurt you

Lots of cuddling after

He loves to give you flowers just to see you get all flustered

One time he stole flowers from the school grounds

Little did he know, Mcgonagall had seen the whole thing

“Mr Weasley, are those flowers from Professor Sprout’s greenhouse?”

The look on his face was a dead give away

“Funny story actually Professor...”

Let’s just say it wasn’t the funniest of stories

Braiding his longer hair

Showers together

Piggyback rides to class

Studying in the library with Fred(but he usually just gets bored and leaves)

He reads to you

Basically he is perfect in every way and will love you till the end

#Harry Potter #weasley #fred and goerge weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley imagine #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley imagine #weasley twins #hp #harry potter x reader #imagine #x reader #imagines #y/n #hogwarts #weasley x reader

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helshades · 3 years

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Go and get your sleep. Keep your bag bigotry for the morning.

Morning! (Timezones, ducky, timezones.)

You know, you made me realise I've never made a linguistic note on 'bigotry' in English compared to its original French bigoterie. The mental image of a bigot for handbags consequently was particularly entertaining.

To be un bigot in French (une bigote for a woman) means to be devout to a fault: zealously religious, with a superstitious side. This definition was born around 1425 but it really took purchase in the 19th century, especially in the feminine, to refer to too ostensibly pious Catholic women ('stoup frogs') in these anticlerical times...

The term appeared first during the 12th century, right across Normandy, to mock its people; in fact, it was still an anti-Normand insult well into the 17th century. Yet, we have no idea of the exact etymology. The most reasonable hypotheses suggest a much more southern origin and a relation to the 'Visigots' of Toulouse, berated by the local Franks, who were Catholic, for their practice of Arianism. The thing is, one of the earliest occurrences of the word in question was in a 1180 epic poem in Arpitan (Roussillon) as the name of a people, and a Latin form Bigothi.

Another interesting lead comes from the feminine version bigote, first attested in 1598, in texts where it is a companion to bigin and beguine. Indeed, bigote soon came to be applied to a certain, famous lay religious order which was very active in Western Europe, especially in the Low Countries, in the 13th—16th centuries: the Beguines. A name itself probably injurious at first, albeit of an equally obscure etymology. Their male counterparts were known as Beghards (Béguins in French). In passing, the last of the Beguines was a Frenchwoman who died in 2013.

It is also possible that alongside such compiled, conflated origins, the Normans would have come to be known as the By-Gods for their frequent use of that curse—just like the English have often been nicknamed the Goddons or Goddams (in Joan of Arc's time) and, during WWI, were known as the Sommobiches (pronounce: '-bish').

All this to say that the idea of being a bigot for bags is a novel idea, in the mornings when I can't English full-tilt and I let myself be distracted by silly questions from people who only heard about reading comprehension.

#things have come full circle #the handbag discourse is going scholastic #we are now shamenuns #all hail the great tote!

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period-dramallama · 3 years

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Spanish Princess episode 4 thoughts

In chronological order. With extra swearing!

WE’RE HALFWAY THROUGH AND THERE’S STILL A FUCKTON OF EVENTS THAT HAVEN’T HAPPENED YET AHHHH

-so we open with a voice we’ve never heard before and no visuals on this new person and then Bessie addresses the speaker as Anne so the viewer will automatically think Anne Boleyn, but then it’s Anne Hastings? I’m a history nerd and i was so confused i had to rewind. That’s bad direction/editing, imo. Was it really too hard to film Anne’s lips moving?

-”the blasted yew tree in the gardens” blasted as in by lightning, or as in he wanted to say bloody but can’t because his wife is there and she’s eight?

-”that’s a terrible idea” Catherine that is not how you manipulate Henry! You should be like “but if you make wolsey chancellor :( and archbishop :( he will be so :( overworked :( and it wouldn’t be good for his health :( he has enough to do :( and as he’s archbishop of york :( why shouldn’t he be loyal to you :( in York :)”

-COCKBLOCKED

-something darkly funny about archibald pulling on his clothes in the background like his main concern is not dying naked

-look i love meg but c’mon the rules did stress she’s regent UNTIL she marries like she knew that! it’s not like they hid it in the small print!

-also if you’re having sex on the sly, post guards on your door! with halberds and shit. Preferably Douglas men, so they’ll be less likely to gossip. There should be guards on the doors anyway, that’s how royal palaces work. (Granted, the whole Rizzio situation...)

-Don’t write to catherine, write to a functioning human brain. Wolsey, More, YOUR BROTHER*

*alright, semi-functioning human brain.

- bit rich to blame henry for not helping when you didn’t ask him and went to his wife behind his back instead. Sure, he should have helped anyway, but she could have been smarter about it

-”an army coming in peace, how do I show that?” Never heard of a flag of truce, Henry? Also, there was something in the Borgias about holding a spear that represents invasion

-”she risks your health” bish she said she wanted an army not KoA in preggo armour again

-Compton’s less of a weirdo in this episode. Inconsistency, or maybe he’s a bit more normal with Maggie because they’re now at ease with each other’s company? Yeah no it’s inconsistency isn’t it.

-Thomas More looks so done with everyone’s shit. Me too. I hope he has no more stupid lines, but just looks bored in the background of every single scene. and occasionally the camera cuts to him for a good “i’m surrounded by idiots” face.

-”finer minds than many men I know” yeah but that’s a low bar in this show, everyone’s on stupid pills. Also Wolsey and More were at least cordial IRL. There was mutual respect between the two, even tho they didn’t agree politically all the time. Then again, Wolsey is evil in this ‘verse, and the real TM was an ally of the queen, so...i guess they can death glare now.

-”I would have thought court politics no longer surprised you” “tell the scriptwriters that.”

-”you are too good for us all” just because someone loves their kids and thinks toadying is gross, it doesn’t make them superior lmao. It’s called being normal.

-Maggie Pole: ugh the court is full of schemers and manipulators they’re all disgusting

also Maggie: *manipulates Compton’s emotions, albeit for partly selfless reasons*

-like I get it, I like that she’s using her brain, she has good reasons for the scheme even though it’s dishonest, I get that she wants to break up her betrothal as well, but she could be less black-and-white in her view of court politics. It feels like whiplash when both scenes are in the same episode.

-the court feels less depopulated this episode. That’s one good thing. It feels like an actual institution.

-Georgie Henley’s poor back... she is the saving grace of this episode. She can do so much with just her facial expressions.

-”I will not be my sister” bold of you to think you can ever be as cool as your sister, Catherine.

-Maggie you were doing so well at not wearing that stupid blue hood thingy. Bring back the halfway decent green one.

-”Wolsey is shameless in his machinations” look I can forgive the dudes being rude about Wolsey- they’re the king’s BFFs, they can be as rude as they like. You, otoh, Maggie, are on thin fucking ice. Don’t say that, at normal volume, at the dinner table. Where Wolsey’s like two seats away from you!

-Thomas More whispering like he’s David Attenborough in a nature documentary. At least he knows to keep his fucking voice down.

-”it’s late you should go home,” Ah, yes, Tudor London. Famous for being a place where a woman could safely travel through pitch black streets all on her own while wearing extremely expensive clothes and jewellery. You mean to tell me she can’t sleepover on banquet night? FFS.

-”we can’t be together” someone tell this couple that they can hang out without arguing or having sex. Play chess. Play cards. Play hungry hungry hippos, i don’t care.

-oh look catherine’s practical for 2 hot seconds.

-”you bog dwelling fuckers” THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE EPISODE’S TITLE, WE WERE MCROBBED!

-she-wolf is not a compliment! She’d be offended! Call her a lioness if you want to praise her...y’know because the lion is England’s emblem??

-”Sir Compton” this is literally a mistake bad fanfic writers make.

-Maggie being cunning! Yay! I would never see that coming bc she’s a dumbass for the other 23 hours of the day.

-Bessie already being Henry’s mistress but she still genuinely helps and supports Catherine in her confinement and during the birth and looks genuinely stressed when things go wrong, when she could just be downstairs dancing and having fun with Henry like Anne Hastings is...Bessie I love you ditch Henry and elope with me instead

-DROP THE FLAMING TORCH LINA JFC

-do you have a clue how flammable tudor buildings are? Don’t run with it like it’s the fucking Olympics.

-So the heir is so important Catherine has to go into confinement, but you don’t keep midwives 24/7 in her chamber, on standby?

-”Prince Charles has a ring to it” I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

-Bessie’s face when the baby’s a girl...comedy gold.

-”I’ll speak with someone who sees sense” you’ll be looking a long time, Meg

-the issue should be Compton kissing a married noblewoman. Nobody would give a flying fuck if it was a married washerwoman.

-’flowers of England’ :) yes they are :)

-”if i had 100 men with a heart like yours I could have conquered the world” that’s actually an excellent pick-up line you DILF now use it on someone who deserves it

-Tourette’s syndrome confirmed!

-dirty baby nappies go in a laundry basket you freaks

-why is the Queen of England carrying washing to a laundry? why why why why?

-also the king of england would not have sex in a laundry. Looks dark, damp, cold, probably smells. AND IT WOULD BE FULL OF WASHERWOMEN AT ALL TIMES. Laundry in those days was a big chore, especially for a laundry that has to wash the entire court’s fancy clothes. You could have just had them banging outside in the grounds where there’s pretty flowers and green grass and then catherine of aragon could turn the corner and spot them. He doesn’t have to hide his adultery, he can have bessie brought to his rooms as usual.

#the spanish princess

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crybabybomin · 4 years

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The new girl - Choi Bomin

Pairing: reader x Bomin

Words: 2.143

Warnings: none

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You are a dancer. You love to dance and you always practice after school. You just moved to Seoul so you are transferring to a new school and class today. You probably won’t make that many friends since you are always busy with home work and dancing. It's not that you don’t want to its just that dance is more important to you. And you best friends are dancers too. You aren’t famous like a Kpop group or something but you are quite popular since you’ve been on certain shows and some of your dances went viral.

You moved to Seoul because you were asked by this famous choreographer(Jay Kim) if you wanted to train with him, so of course you said yes. You moved alone because your parents still had their jobs back home, but they were very supportive of your dreams as long as you also focus on school.

Your alarm went off for the third time and now you really have to get up or else you will be late. You go out of bed and take a shower to wake yourself up. You are really not a morning person. So you get dressed and eat some breakfast. You put on your shoes and some music and you walk to school. Its a big school compared with your old school but it seems fun. Some students looked at you because they might know you or since you are a new student.

You ask a student were they register is. So she walk you there and you ask the lady for your class number and class room. So after that you walk to your class room and since class already started everybody looks at you. The teacher looks at you and says “and why are you late?” You look at her and don’t know what to say but then the class president stand up and says “miss, she is the new student.” He smiles at you nicely and you bow your head a little to say thank you. The teacher looks at you again and says “oh I'm sorry, can you introduce yourself?” You look at the class and say “Hi, my name is Y/N and im a dancer. I just moved to Seoul alone so it’s kind of new for me. And I hope we could be friends.”

They started whispering because now they were certain that you were the girl they have seen on tv and in those dances. So a random girl stands up and asks “are you that girl from those dances on instagram?” You laugh and say “yeah that’s me.” Everyone looks kind of shocked and now the teacher starts saying something again “come on guys, we already have two idols in our class. No need to be this shocked.” And everyone looks either at the boy in the back of the class or the pink haired boy in the middle. They smile at me and I smile back.

“Y/N, you can sit next to Bomin.” The teacher says and points at the boy at the back of the class. You walk to the empty spot besides him and sit down. “Hi, im Bomin nice to meet you.” He says and looks at you. “Nice to meet you too, at what page are we?” “page 25, also if you want me to show you around the school I can do that in the break time.” “thanks and sure why not” you reply and he looks back at the teacher and you both focus on the class.

Then break starts so he waits for you and you both walk trough the school. Most people smile at you but 2 or 3 girls give you a jealous look and you ask bomin “Those girls must love you or something because now they hate me” and you chuckle. Hate doesn’t get you anymore since people are going to be jealous anyways. “ahh yeah they do that to anyone who I talk to really even just my friends, I don’t know why. I’m sorry for that” he says. “It’s not your fault so don’t apologise for something you don’t have any say in. They are the ones who should apologise to you.” He looks at you with a smile. You think he looks very handsome but everyone can see that but from up close he is even more handsome. But you aren’t here to fall in love so you focus on something else. “I think we can become good friends Y/N” he says and that does make you feel happy because you don’t make friends that fast. “Yeah I think so too Bomin.”

A couple of weeks later

You and bomin became good friends and you also became friends with this other boy Sanha. It’s easy being friends with them, because you know its not fake. You’ve had friends that only wanted being friends with you because you have followers. But they are famous themselves so it’s not that they gain anything from this.

Now you guys are in PE class and the new assignment is a dance. So everyone looks like they want to team up with you but then the teacher says “No it’s a duo dance so the tango or you can create your own dance. So go stand into two lines with one for boys and girls each” you look next to you and you see that you are standing next to sanha and he looks at you and then at bomin behind him. Then he says to the teacher “sir I can’t do this assignment since I have an ankle injury and I need to rest.” The teacher looks at him and says “Thats okay just go sit on the bench.” So he walk away and the teacher motions to bomin and the boys behind him to go a place forward. So now you are paired with Bomin.

You guys sit next to each other and discuss which dance you would like to do. “I know this couple dance my trainer did so we could do that one. We could also ask for his help since he made the choreo” You show him the video of the dance to say you won’t let go and he agrees to do it. So you start little but decide to hang out that afternoon at your dance studio. So he texts to his members that he will be home later.

That afternoon you learn the full choreo from your trainer and you both go home. But he calls you so you answer. “hey we only have a week to learn this dance and the teacher expects the most of us so do you wanna practice like tomorrow or something.” He asks, you think about it and agree that you need more practice. “yeah we need to practice more but tomorrow I can’t I have this workshop but after that day I’m free.” You say and you hear him hum and he says “yeah me too but where are we going to practice?” “uhh our studio is full at that moment so it can’t be here, can we do it at your company. Only if the manager agrees of course.” You say “wait he’s here right now so I can ask him.” And he puts you on hold and you hear faintly talking and then he picks up again “hey im back and the manager is okay with it. But I warn you in advance there might be members of mine walking around or looking at us.” “I can deal with that haha” you say and you both laugh. Then he needs to go and you both hang up.

The next day goes by quickly and now you are standing in front of Woollim entertainment. You’ve never been inside a company like this. You text Bomin that you are there because he said he needed to pick you up since at the register the might think she is a fan. So you walk in and just wait. Then you see him and walk up to him. “Have you been waiting long?” You shake you head and say no. “i have to warn you even more about my members. I told them you were coming and now all of them wanna watch.” You laugh and say “That’s funny, but it’s okay im used to audiences anyway. And they could give feedback you know.” So you two walk to the practice room and you see 9 boys sitting there. When the door opens they all immediately look at you and you bow to them “hi, im y/n. Nice to meet you.” Then one of them stands up and says “yah bomin you didn’t tell us it was y/n that was coming. Im Jangjun by the way and I’ve seen a lot of your videos.” You laugh and every one starts introducing themselves.

After that bomin says “are you going to stay while we dance or are you going to leave.”

A member said that they just want to see it one time. And the others agree. So you two do the routine and its kind of romantic so when you are done too members are screaming and whistling. Bomin gets red and you think its so cute and you smile at him. You keep denying you have a crush on him but this assignment isn’t helping with reducing it. So the members leave and you and bomin start practicing and after an hour you take a break.

“you wanna get some ice cream?” He asks you and you nod. So you leave the building and get some ice cream. You start walking around Seoul and he randomly grabs your hand. You look at him but he keeps staring forward. Sanha would tell you sometimes that Bomin likes you but you kept saying that we was lying. You start blushing and look straight ahead but then bomin looks at you. You feel his eyes burning on your face. Then he stops walking and stand in front of you and puts his face right in front of yours. “Do I make you blush?” He says with a smile. And you look down at your shoes. “you're so cute y/n.” And he starts walking again. Then you get yourself together and you think about what just happened. Maybe he does like you. So you decide to tease him. “yah bomin, you must have a crush right, I’ve heard from sanha that you do.” You say and his eyes widen “what did he tell you? That bish.” He says and you chuckle “well he only told me that you had a crush. So what is he like do I know her?” “Yeah you know her and she is cute and nice, she always sees the bright side of something.” He says and now you start blushing “Well why don’t you say that to her. She would be so lucky to have you as a boyfriend, you are handsome and nice.” You say and he looks at you very seriously. You both sit down on a bench. “but what if she doesn’t like me Y/N. That will be so awkward and I still want to be friends with her.” He says and you find it so cute. “Bomin just do it, what if she does like you but is scared you don’t and she loses feelings? Then you missed your shot.”

“Okay, so Y/N I like you as more than friends and I don’t know if you like me back so I hope I havent ruined our friendship wi-“ he keeps talking but then you kiss his cheek and he stops and looks at you. You just look at him and say “so Sanha was right all along.” He looks confused and you say “he told me you liked me but I didn't believe him.” “so you like me too?” He asks and you just realised what actually happened and start blushing. You look down and say yes. “Okay good so it’s not weird when I do this.” He says and grabs your chin and kisses you. When you pull away for air just look at him with a smile. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” And you nod and he hugs you really hard. “hey bomin I would like to breath.” And laugh. He puts you down and looks at you “I can’t believe I'm not dreaming this.” He grabs your hand and you walk back to the company.

The PE assignment goes really well and you get a high grade. And you both thank Sanha for playing match maker. And his members keep teasing him, but they are happy for you.

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wreckofawriter · 5 years

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Painted Books

Pairing: Young!Sirius Balck x Slytherin!reader

Word Count: 3,297 (I'm sorry I got carried away)

Warnings: Swearing, Underaged drinking, Mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction, Super long

Summary: After a prank Sirius ruins something extremely important to you, so you get pissed. While sneaking around he realizes why you were so pissed and tries to apologize

A/n: Omfg I havent been on tumblr for like a month I'm so sorry I was inactive, high school has sort of been kicking my ass. I hope this super long story makes up for it. I actually kinda like this one alot, hope you enjoy it.

Hatred filled you like air into a balloon. Your blood had been replaced by lava and it was steaming, white-hot through you. Those idiot Gryffindors were going to regret everything they have ever done in about 10 minutes you thought as you looked at your common room. Red and gold covered everything. Every couch, every chair, every table, every wall, and unfortunately for you, every book and paper on the tables. You screeched loudly.

You had simply left for 30 minutes to eat dinner before returning to your homework and now, not only was the positions essay you had almost finished been ruined but so had your charms, Defence against the dark arts and herbology essays. Along with the seven books for those classes you had bought at the begging of the year. There was no way that you would be able to clean the paint off, it was surely enchanted and now you would have to stay up all night finishing essays that would never be even half of the quality the originals were.

As the rest of the Slytherin house began to clean up the mess you had ideas of making a new one. And not of their common room but of Sirius Black's face.

You snatched your soggy papers and books off of the table and stormed out of the room. The second you saw him your anger returned like a boiling title wave. He had just ruined all of your work from the past week and now he was laughing throwing his head back as his shiny teeth flashed and his glistening black hair fell away from his precise jawline and cheekbones. You walked straight up to him and before he could even look at you, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall holding him there. As you did you heard many people utter gasps of surprise and James yell something but you were defened by wrath. His eyes widened in surprise then relaxed as you saw your small frame.

“You think this is funny?” You yelled holding your paint-splattered papers and books up for him to see.

“I do find it quite amusing.” He answered with a smirk.

You screeched again, shoving your fist upward effectively throwing him back against the wall and jabbing him in the throat. You may be small but you were far from weak.

“Look if you wanted to throw me against the wall you could have just asked.” He winked, his voice coming out raspy from his throat being half closed by your hand.

“You absolute piece of shit!” you screamed, “You just ruined all of my work from this whole fucking week! I'm going to fail because of you!”

“You could just sleep with the professor again.” He sneered Your eyes widened in shock, it had been a year since the rumor of you sleeping with a teacher had ruined your social life and here was this high and mighty asshole, who had slept with half the school bringing it up again. You had had enough. You brought your knee up and as it connected with his crotch you dropped his collar and he tumbled to the ground with a scream.

“You say anything like that again I will break your nose.” You hissed down at him, throwing your ruined essays and books at him. With that, you turned on your heel and left pushing past the group of students that had gathered to watch. Before you could exit the scene a hand grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell was that for? It was just a stupid prank!” James yelled as you snatched your hand from his grasp.

“It wasn't just the prank asshole.” You growled glaring up at him.

And that was the truth it wasn't just the prank. It wasn't your homework being ruined, hell it wasn't even the fact he accused you of sleeping with a professor. All of those things were insignificant to the real problem. He had ruined your books. No, you’re not some Ravenclaw who obsessed over books, and it's not like they were signed by the author either they were simply books. But not to you. To you, they were the extra hours you worked at a stupid coffee shop. They were the late nights and early mornings you had forced yourself in to. They were the reward you got for getting stared at by men twice your age because of the stupid tiny skirt that was somehow considered as a uniform. Hell, you worked all fucking summer. Your whole summer was just dumped in paint by some pretentious brat and his even more pretentious friends.

When you reached the Slytherin common room you were close to tears and when you entered you saw the one thing that could cheer you up. Kathy. Kathy was your best friend, she was also one of your few friends, I mean you were a Slytherin half-blood, you were no Lily Evans. She was also Slytherin and was the good cop to your bad cop attitude. When she saw you she rushed you upstairs as you explained what happened.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter crept quietly (not so quietly) through the halls under the famous invisibility cloak. James stood beside them his head-boy badge shining in the light of his wand.

“Shut up Wormtail,” James scolded, “I think I hear someone.”

They all stopped and listened. With the shuffling noises silenced they could hear something. Laughter drifted through the halls. Soon muffled voices could be heard from some hidden place.

“I think they're in the kitchen,” Remus whispered.

“I hope they’re Slytherin.” James giggled as they approached the hidden door to the kitchen. James poked the bowl of fruit, hitting the apple once and the orange twice. The door swung open into the first layer of the kitchens. They shuffled in James taking the lead they were about to continue through the next doorway when Sirius heard a voice that made him jump.

“Wait!” his whispers called to his friend.

“What?” James whispered back.

“That's Y/n,” Sirius explained.

“Hell yeah this is going to be fun,” James smiled wide happy to catch you out of bed. “Finally get the bitch back.” He began to walk toward the second room in the kitchen when Sirius stepped out from beneath the cloak and grabbed his shoulder.

“Just let me see what she's doing.” He asked.

James’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“Please.” Sirius begged his friend, “Then we can bust her.”

“Fine” he muttered

Remus handed Sirius the invisibility cloak sighing, “This better be quick.” disapprovingly

Sirius rolled his eyes throwing the cloak over him and walked into the next room what he saw made his jaw drop.

There you sat, on the kitchen floor in nothing but a deep green crop top and a pair of shimmery silver booty shorts. Your y/h/l y/h/c hair was cascading down your back like a waterfall that seemed to glow in the candlelight. Next to you sat a brunette girl in a hoodie and sweatpants that Sirius recognized as Kathy Underhill. In your right hand, you clutched a bottle of fire whiskey and in your left, you held a spoon filled with chocolate ice cream from the carton at your feet.

“You know everryboddy thiks that imma stuck up bish now right?” You slurred, clearly drunk.

“I'm sure they don't,” Kathy said clearly sober.

“Oooohhh yeahhu they do.” You continued. “They’re all wike look at that tempershmental bitch who cants take a joke, wow somebody locks her up shes crazy, she fucked a professor for an and she is sooooo stuck up.”

“Well it's not true,” Kathy said grimacing as you took another swig from the bottle.

“SOO WHAT?” You shouted, your voice suddenly rising as you did from your crossed legs dropping you spoon on the ground, “What am I gonna say, I'm not shtuck up my mom is a alchohalic that blows her money on booze and I had to work all fucking summer in a shitty Cafe where middle-aged men stared up my skirt, to afford the books that the two ashholes you call “funny” you added very dramatic air quotes on the last word. “Ruined for a stupid prank ecaus they are stuck ups dicks who shove money up their asses for fun.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, he really shouldn't be listening to this conversation.

Tears began to fall from your eyes in large drops and Kathy sighed as you started to blabber nonsense.

“Alright sweetie, let's get you off your feet before your trip and kill yourself,” Kathy said rising toward you. You continued to sob as she took the bottle from your hands and helped you to the floor where you buried your head in her lap as she stroked your hair.

“Looks like imma just like my-” You hiccuped “- my bitch of a mother.” You groaned angrily.

“Hey honey, you will never be like that woman, I promise.” Kathy soothed, “I promise.”

“Your the best. I love you” You muttered as you began to drift into sleep.

“Love you too.” Kathy sighed.

Sirius was so caught up in the scene in front of him he almost forgot about his friends who were waiting for him. He quickly turned and walked back to the second room where he removed the cloak and looked at his three wide-eyed friends.

“Oh shit,” James muttered as he looked at Sirius who looked on the edge of a breakdown. Without another word, Sirius thrust the cloak into his friend's hands and bolted.

Of all the people he knew what it was like to hate your mother, to have nothing, to work your ass off for things that are ruined by someone who had so much more. Now he had caused that pain. He had ruined your books. He had destroyed your hard work. He had caused those tears that sprung from your eyes. He had become what he hated most.

Sirius may be fast but James was faster, and he caught the young boy’s wrist before he could escape to god knows where.

When Sirius world around James saw something very rare in his eyes, tears. They were glassy and full. One cascaded down his cheek leaving a shimmering river in its wake.

“Sirius it's not your fault.” He said looking at his friend quite concerned.

“I ruined her books.” he sniffed,

“We didn't know, it's not our fault her mom’s an alcoholic,” James explained.

Sirius glared at his friend ripping his hand from James's angrily, “Would you have cared?” he asked bitterly.

“Of course I would,” James said sincerely

“I don't think you would have,” Sirius seethed taking a step towards him. “You have always had everything, the parents, the money, the house, the smarts, the skills, the girlfriend. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO HAVE NOTHING!” He yelled his face red with fury, “So you don't know what it's like to have the one thing you did have ripped from you.” He whispered stepping away from his friend taking a couple of steps turning and sprinting back to the common room.

The next morning Sirius woke to see a stack of books on the end of his bed with a note stuck on top.

“Your right, I'm a dick, now please go give that girl these books and essays before I feel even more like shit. P.S you owe Remus big time for the essays” Sirius lifted the note to see a stack of brand new books and on top four essays each with the name Y/n Y/l/n printed in your handwriting on top. He then glanced at the stack of paint covered books in the corner you had thrown at him, they were still there covered in paint. Confusion covered him He then remembered who he was friends with and smiled.

“James you idiotic genius.” He muttered looking at each perfectly crafted essay. His eyes were shining.

You woke to a less pretty sight. Your head throbbed as you sat up in your bed groaning, you looked at the clock, you still had an hour till your first class but you were too hungry to pass up breakfast, even with your head about to explode. You got up stretched moaning at the pounding in your head and changed into your robes. You headed down to the grand hall after downing five Advils.

When you arrived you saw Kathy chatting with a few other girls you knew. You sat down next to her grabbing the pot of coffee of the table and dumping it into your cup as Kathy greeted you.

“Damn Y/n you look like shit.” a girl named Emma said.

“I feel like shit too.” You answered as you took a massive swig of the coffee.

“You stay up late finishing your essays?” Another girl asked.

You groaned throwing your aching head onto the table as the essays that you had forgotten about reentered your half-awake mind.

“I swear next time I see one of those four assholes I'm gonna put them six feet under.” Kathy hissed.

As if on cue Sirius Black tapped your shoulder. You spun around and were about to speak when Kathy rose, “I think she's seen enough of you Black.” she said sternly.

“Look I know I was I dick I just want to apologize,” Sirius mumbled seeming very uncomfortable as all the girls at the table glared him down.

“She doesn't need your fake apologizes, she’s had enough for a lifetime,” Kathy growled.

“It’s fine Kath.” You sighed, “I'm way too hungover to deal with him asking all day anyway.” You grumbled quietly to her.

She huffed and sat down glaring the boy down as she retracted to her seat.

You looked up at him waiting.

Sirius flashed bright red, an unusual sight, “Oh um I thought I could talk to you in private.” he asked his voice fading in the last words as he scuffed the ground with his feet.

You sighed, “If this is another prank Black I will break you back.”

“No no no I swear it's not.” He said hurriedly.

You groaned standing from the ground and following him out of the hall, still feeling like shit.

“Look, before you break my back can you let me finish what I’m saying?” He asked nervously, You had never seen the boy so nervous.

“Depends on what you say.” You answered narrowing your eyes.

“Alright then here goes,” He sighed “So me and the rest of us were with James last night and we umm heard you and Kathy, and I just-” He was cut off by a fist hitting his jaw.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” You yelled as you realized what he must have heard. Anger once again overrode your systems and you glared at the boy in front of you, “I swear to Merlin I'm gonna drive my-”

He slapped his hand over your mouth muffling your shouts. “Please just listen,” He begged, “Please.” when you looked at him you saw something you had never seen on his face before, desperation. This made you stop nodding as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. Today was full of new experiences.

“Look I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for ruining your books and that I was a dick and well here.” He said as he reached into his bag and took out a bundle of books and papers.

You gasped when you saw the papers were essays, in your handwriting but much better than you ever could have written, and the books were all of the ones that had been ruined in paint except they were all hardcover and pristine as if they were bought last night.

“How did you….??” Your voice trailed off as you scanned the papers and books.

“My friends may be idiots but they’re geniuses.” He chuckled nervously.

Your amazement was replaced by rage (again) when you realized what was happening and anger flashed in your eyes, “I don't want your pity, Black.” You seethed handing his books back.

“No no no, it's not pity please.” He said as you turned to go.

“What is it then?” you glowered.

“It’s empathy ok? I know what it's like to have an asshole for a mom who never did anything for you ok? I know what it's like to have nothing. I know.”

You stared at him confused, what did a pureblooded rich kid know about that?

“Look my mom kicked me out last year, I mean not out of the house but out of the family. She disowned me and I get it, it sucks. I just got lucky to have amazing friends like James whose parents are super cool.” He sighed handing you the books back, “I was a dick, I’m really truly sorry.”

Your mouth hung open eyes wide. How had you never know this? You knew his brother and him didn't exactly get along but you never knew anything like that had happened to him. And then you did the last thing you expected you would ever do. You took two steps forward and hugged him. Dropping the books and papers on the floor, you wrapped your hands around his waist and buried your head in his chest. At first, he was surprised but it only took him a second to react and he wrapped one arm around your waist to the small of your back and his other around your shoulder resting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him.

You noticed he smelt of mint and smoke as you let your tears fall from your eyes, soaking his robes.

He buried his head into your soft y/h/c locks and he smelt pomegranate and ginger with the slight tinge of vanilla linger there. His eyes filled with tears and he squeezed them shut as he felt your body shake with sobs. You don’t know how long you stayed there but you wished to forever. When you did pull away your eyes were puffy and red as were his. You were about to turn to pick up the books and papers that were scattered on the ground when Sirius spoke.

“Hey Y/n one more thing.” He said.

“Wha-” his lips collided on yours and it was your turn to be shocked. After a second you melted into the kiss and leaned back into his minty scent as you felt his toung run along your lower lip, you tipped your chin upward giving him better access to your mouth. As his hand found the side of your cheek and yours found his hair. You pulled away after a few seconds later gasping for air.

You looked up at him cheeks flaming red, “Sorry I pushed you into the wall” You paused, “And kneed you… and punched you in the face”

“You could make it up to me by got to Hogsmeade with me this weekend.” He suggested voice barely above a whisper as he stroked your cheek.

“Sound good.” You giggled just then you glanced at your watch. “Shit!” You yelled quickly gathering you new books and essays from the ground. “I've got to get to Herbology!” you turned, turned back placed a quick kiss on Sirius' cheek, “I'll see you later.” You said before dashing out the doors onto the grounds. As he watched you go he touched his flaming cheek with his hand. A few seconds later James walks up next to him.

“She a little less pissed?” he asked nervously.

“You have no idea how much I owe you right now.”

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rydertm · 4 years

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𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐫.

( wolfgang novogratz, cis male ) hey ! have you seen RYDER MONROE around ? HE works as a RENTALS TECHNICIAN at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 22 years old & they’ve been working here for A FEW WEEKS. they tend to be CAREFREE & FUN-LOVING, but can also be IRRESPONSIBLE & EVASIVE. the other employees have labeled them THE PETER PAN. thanks a lot ! ( mismatched socks and old beat up converse, a mischievous dimpled smile, soft guitar strums at 3am, illegible scribbles in a worn out notebook, rowdy cheers heard overtop of loud party music ).

ya, idk man. i have no self-control & this is a long, rambley mess. soooo hERE is aylie’s older twin brother ( by five minutes ), ryder. gimme a like ig, but imma be hitting everyone up to plot anyways cuz i luv u all.

name : ryder austin monroe if u kno, u kno age : twenty-two gender : cis male sexuality : heterosexual hometown : london, england job : rentals technician ( subject to change )

born to a famous retired musician from london and a colorado native, ryder is the older twin of aylie ( by five minutes and he’ll never let her forget it ). they share an older brother, cole, making him the middle child.

middle child syndrome was very much so the case with ryder. between his siblings, he was always the troublemaker and it’s been this way since they were young. he could always be found up to no good ━ anything from hanging off the curtains to trying to ship himself off to egypt in a cardboard box.

his dad got him into music to teach him how to focus and as a means to keep him busy. ryder took to it like fish to water, and showed some promising talent in writing and playing music. he wrote his first song when he was five and although it was pretty much just nonsense about cheerios, he somehow managed to recycle some of the lyrics into a proper song years later.

as a kid, ryder was also put into different sports to channel all of his energy somewhere. football ( or soccer for the ‘muricans ) was the sport that he kept up with up until he finished school, and of course, snowboarding. he’s always been ridiculously competitive, especially with his siblings, and likes to tease aylie that he’s the superior snowboarder in the family.

he had just been accepted to berklee college in the US when his mom got into a car accident and passed away. her death really shook his family to the core, yet ryder had played it off like he was completely unaffected by it, even cracking jokes at the funeral.

that was just who ryder was. he never took anything seriously, even when he should, and life was just one big party. he always ran away at the first sign of a problem or responsibility, and that was exactly what he did after his mom’s funeral. he packed up what he could and left home that very night, only leaving his family a half-assed note on the back of the funeral program.

he spent the summer traveling on his own, working odd jobs and playing whatever gigs he could get. deferring his acceptance to berklee for a year, later turned into dropping out altogether when he decided to just focus on his music.

the whole music thing worked out for him after he put together a band while in amsterdam. they toured around different cities playing small gigs, and when he wasn’t touring, he was working with upcoming artists or traveling on his own. ryder was never in one place for long and his family never knew when he’d visit.

it was only a couple years ago that he began visiting big bear again, mostly to visit his sister and to snowboard. though he also picked up the odd job of working at the rentals shack, where he spends most of his shift messing around on his guitar.

ryder’s always been the biggest little shit around. he could be pretty rowdy and immature sometimes, but it’s all in the name of fun. very much an act before you think type and has landed himself in some hot water because of it. with absolutely zero impulse control, he’s a bit of a fighter and a lover ( will fight you, but then buy you a beer after ), but he’s got a good heart and tries to be cool with everyone.

FUN FACTS.

his music is a bit of a cross between rex orange county and lauv.

really bad with quotes. will quote ghandi even though 9.9/10 times, ghandi did not in fact say it.

obsessed with the fast and furious movies. frequently wishes he was brian o’connor. sometimes thinks he is brian o’connor. will absolutely be the first in line to watch the 24th movie and will also frequently quote the movies.

ironically enough, he’s a bad driver. like, really bad. took him nine tries to get his license. just picture cher horowitz’s driving tbh.

ryder’s instagram is private because of his ~* super famous celeb *~ dad, but he also lets just about anyone follow him so that... kind of defeats the purpose. he posts a lot of artsy ( in his opinion ) pics, but also random stuff like a zoomed in shot of grease on a pizza slice and cUtE candids, complete with quotes ( said by the wrong people ) as captions. #influencer

always down for a good prank war. famously known for being the guy that broke in and stole the jonas brothers’ wardrobe change right before they had to get back on stage.

loves a good romance or rom-com movie. can probably quote from the classics. he just quotes a lot of shit i guess?? also a big taylor swift stan. he said fuck your gender norms, bro!

WANTED CONNECTIONS. some generic wcs cuz i’m boring IDK. obvy, i’m always open to brainstorming other ideas too!

BROT3 ━ trio of your dreams bish. every bro needs his bros. his partners in crime, ride or dies, BFFLs, bro-mates, whatever you wanna call it. can either encourage or discourage ryder’s ~*~brilliant~*~ ideas, but either way, they’re always along for the ride. taken by leo takanashi & kieran rhodes

CHILDHOOD ( BEST ) FRIEND ━ grew up together and they’re basically each other’s number one since day one. probably vacationed together in big bear and that was how they met.

MOM FRIEND ━ because ryder is a dumb child and needs someone looking out for him, even if he only listens like 10% of the time. just a scary mama bear / boss bitch who he is maybe a lil scared of. taken by divine burakgazi

CONFIDANT ━ not saying ryder talks about his ~* feelings *~ often, but the odd chance that he does, it’s probably with y/m. they could just lend an ear, or be someone he turns to for advice too. taken by callie macdermot

GOOD INFLUENCE ━ the angel on ryder’s shoulder basically. the voice of reason who will talk him out of getting into dumb shenanigans where he’ll a) hurt himself, b) get into trouble, or c) all of the above.

BAD INFLUENCE ━ and ofc, the devil on ryder’s shoulder. the person who encourages all of his bad ideas. probably even contributes a fair share of them. taken by callie macdermot

( EX ) FLING / FWB / HOOK-UP ━ someone ( or multiple someones ) ryder often hooked up with whenever he’s in big bear. maybe he genuinely liked her ( and she liked him back? ), but he’s just too emotionally immature and flighty to be a good boyfriend.

EX-GF ━ dated for a few months before she dumped him because he was a crappy boyfriend. it could have ended on good, bad, awkward, whatever terms. taken by ingrid kelly

SOFT SPOT ━ maybe they dated, maybe they almost dated, maybe it was on/off. whatever the case, ryder just can’t seem to shake y/m. he cares a lot for her ( possibly some strong lovey feelings were involved ) and will always be there for her no matter what. y/m could feel the same way, or just be leading him on. think peter kavinsky & gen sdlkgjdkg don’t come at me. taken by divine burakgazi

FAVOURITE ANNOYANCE ━ ryder loves to annoy y/m and get on their nerves just for the hell of it ( maybe he has a tiny crush ). will do just about anything to get a rise out of y/m and to rile them up.

ENEMIES / RIVALS ━ for whatever reason, they just never clicked and/or rubbed each other the wrong way. every time they’re in the same room together, it’s big yikes and lots of tension.

#bigbearintro #intro. ( ryder monroe. )#death tw #car accident tw

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piracytheorist · 5 years

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Colin’s M&G

Long, so under the cut. If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask ;)

Edit; you're totally welcome to reblog this, if you want it even as a bookmark in your blog. I don't intend to delete it any time soon :)

Ok so this is kinda pointless to point out but. After he sat down and greeted us, he said "Any questions?" and I was like "Lots of them" and held up the paper I'd written mine down on. It was small, but he still went like "Lots of them?" with raised eyebrows and smiled.

The first question was by an aspiring actress who was asking his advice, and he started with self-confidence even when you're being rejected. She also asked him about being a musician and he said that he hasn't given that up, he still loves playing but it's just that his acting career took off. He says he's an actor because he's seen that people prefer seeing him act than listening to him play...

And my ass butted in and said "We want both." And the other attendees laughed and Colin said "You want both? Well, we'll see."

Then someone talked about how they liked seeing him play and sing in The Dust Storm and asked him if he would do it again.

Then the translator started translating the question for the Italian speakers, and when she was done Colin said "Yes." Cue laughing.

And THEN he said "I'm working on something that I can't talk about." And earlier he'd mentioned the Heartstrings thing, that it's a Western with Dolly Parton and stuff... so I'm wondering if it's Fairytale of New York (kinda unlikely since he said he's actively working on it, plus if I'm not mistaken there have been official stuff about him playing in it) ooooooor something else :D

Then someone asked him if he'd like to play in Broadway or something and he said he'd love to even though it's quite different from what he does now... and then he said "Have you got a job for me?" And BISH he did the same when someone asked him something similar in the panels XD I love one (1) nerd. (By the way, in a later panel he mentioned how he would like it but it would also be hard for him)

AND THEN IT WAS MY TURN.

I picked up my paper and Colin looked at me and said "One of the questions!"

So I start. "Some of my favourite moments with Hook were the ones where he was very angsty and even... beaten up and very sad..." At which point he gave me a look and some attendees giggled XD "like the scenes in the Underworld, where he's being tortured. Do you like playing that kind of scenes as much as some of us (I pointed that out lol) like watching them?"

And his first reply was "Yeah, it was fun. I might like it for a different reason than you" I NEARLY DIED DID I SAY I HAD MY COOL I LIED SORRY

And then he said about the makeup he wore in those scenes, that it took about two hours to put on. I asked him how it felt acting with the prosthetic over his eye, and he said it was weird because he couldn't open it - and he even covered his eye briefly with his hand, that peanut - and still ended with "But it was fun, it was great."

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Ahem.

(People going to Enchanted, please ask him questions about whump! Let us be heard!)

Then someone asked about how does he choose which roles to play, and he said he tries to envision himself play this character with the script he's given, and if it doesn't feel good for him he doesn't take it.

Then another aspiring actress asked him for advice, and his answer summed up to getting to know your craft and focusing on it.

Then someone asked him if he had the possibility to be another person, who would it be... and though I found it kinda silly as a question it brought up some amazing reactions as he struggled for an answer. Then the questioner limited it to a musician, however the amazing reactions continued, then he finally chose the leading singer of Pearl Jam. And he finished with a "Wow! That took ages!"

AND THEN. AND THEN. A blessed woman asked him about Kiss Me Judas being listed on his IMDB page. And he confirmed it! He did say "I can't say much about it", but he called it one of the best scripts he's ever read. She asked what was it that attracted him to it, cue laughs, and he said he liked how different the character was, how dark the story is, but because it's an independent movie it'll take quite some time to be finished. He said he likes playing characters that push the boundaries, and he started talking about the protagonist (meanwhile I was screaming internally) and of course he added "It'll be fun."

(For a guy who doesn't like taking his shirt off he chose to play a character who gets very very naked, by the way)

The very next person asked him if he would be interested in directing or writing, and he immediately said he'll also be a producer in Kiss Me Judas. He said he'd be interested in directing, if it's something he liked and he could do it well.

Then, favourite scene as Hook and THAT'S where he chose Hook singing to baby Alice. It felt really real for him due to having had a daughter a bit before that. Aw!

The next question was how it's like to have a normal life as a famous person. He said he doesn't think himself as famous. He said he wants to do his job, then go back to his family and - in his own fucking words - wash the dishes. And he said it's easy to have a normal life if you choose to, and he connected that with an answer he gave during the panels about not being very active on social media. He's not the type that will take selfies often and be an influencer, and that helps with him continuing on with a normal life after work.

The next question was how would the show be like if Emma had chosen Neal. He immediately made a face and shook his head. Think of sdcc 2013 where he gave a thumbs down in a similar question. I don't want to make his answer public, because even though it was obvious he wasn't perfectly serious, I have my reservations. Ask me privately for that ;)

But he does miss MRJ.

All the while, the girl who was sitting right next to him was very very nervous and started turning away from him. (On his other side was the translator so that first girl was the fan actually nearest to him) Then he brought his chair closer to her and hugged her!

The next question was what he liked about the fans. He said he never expected to be where he is now... seeing people come and want to turn away from him - and he looked at the girl next to him with a smirk - but he finds it amazing that people respond to something he's doing. He appreciates it so much. Aw!

Next question was about his cooking and what he would cook if he had all of us (20 people) for dinner. He said he has a pizza oven at home and really likes making his own pizzas from scratch, dough, sauce and all that. But he'd probably make roast chicken or beef, since he likes making that too. He cooks every day, he says.

Bruh. A guy who works hard, adores his family, cleans the dishes and loves to cook. Get you a guy who.

Next question was if he'd like to play in a trilogy, like Lord of the Rings or Star Wars and what his relationship to sports is.

He said he loved that aforementioned stuff, but he also mentioned that Hook was a character he was meant to play (Aw intensifies!). He said he loves sports and plays football often.

Then @darkcolinodonorgasm asked him if the blacksmithing was for a role, and he pretty much shut all our expectations down. It's just a hobby.

However I really liked his answer, he said he loves the idea of craft, like with cooking, he loves drawing and painting and generally making things on your own. He even mentioned how some arts have eclipsed due to industry.

I mean, what more can he say to make us adore him?!

He then was asked about his opinion on the finale of the show. He said it was fulfilling, well-done, everything was tied up, and he was happy that they had the opportunity to close the show.

Last question, and actually only people who had already asked before raised their hands to ask. Sadly, he didn't choose me T_T

But anyway it was if he would do a prequel about Hook. He said yes, he loved playing him, but it would have to be right for him to play. He misses the eyeliner.

And that's it. Yeah. It was awesome. 10/10 would spend 270 euros again (though not immediately, lol)

#operation con #Colin O'Donoghue

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L x Light fic (WIP)

L. Lawliet was the type of guy in high school that had no friends, girlfriend and just talk with people when is necessary to... had the best grades whitout even trying. He was so mysterious and different! Some classmates find him so strange and creepy, but most of the girls had a crush on him (because although he was a bit wild and different with his peculiar way to seat, strange habits to eat sugared stuffs all time, using the same clothes every day...) he was actually very acttractive.

25/10/06 A new student came to the class 3, his name was Light Yagami. A young brown haired guy who was in exchange on England from Japan. He was good at speaking English so he made friends so easily... Light Yagami was exentric and he was those kinda of person who thinks that the world works in his function!

In a certain day, specifically Friday 31 October, the class 3 of the 3th grade recived the result of their math test. Almost everyone failed and recived a bad one! Light was confident that he was going to be only one successful at the test, then he recived it with a confident smile in face... He wasn’t that bad but he also wasn’t the best. When he heard the teacher say :

- as always , the best result was L’s ! Congratulations! - Light Yagami looked at his left and found there an weird skinny boy with hair in face, that guy took the test from the teacher’s had and said nothing, continuing licking the lollipop he had in his mouth.

- the second best was our new student! Light Yagami. She said looking at him , so the entire class did the same. Except of that emo guy.

Light was mad ! He hate being the second in everything, he hates being underrated by someone! When the lunchtime came, he asked Emma Sinclaire, the classrom leader who was that guy and why he always had the best grades? Emma said :

- that guy is L. Lawliet, he is son of the most rich man of the city; Wammy Quilish! He’s a type of weird genius who doesn’t need even to do an effort to get these good grades. He have no friends, no girfriends, he doesn’t talk with no one and is always eating! Even having many girls who find him attractive and crush him.

- oh, i haven’t noticed him till now... /said Light putting his tumb on the chin\

- It’s because he missed classes since u showed up.

- You seem to notice him a lot. Hahah! /said Light\

- o-oh ! I- I - don’t is just that i... am responsible of the class so... / said Emma with a big blush on her face\

- o-ok! Anyway I’m going lunch! Thank u for informations... /said Light with a warm smile\

He was going to the cafeteria next school when he sees Lawliet going to the same place, Light got more excited to go there and try to have a talk with him. He made an evil smile when he heard two girls saying :

- yes he’s going to lunch here as always! /said the blond one pointing to the cafeteria \

- maybe we’ll be the lucky ones who will get a talk with L! /said the brown haired one\

He watched them entering to the cafeteria, they looked like 14, 15 years. Light could see by the mirror that they tried to speak something with L and he said no! The two girls got out with an angry face saying “how he dare to say no to us! Aff” It seems that he is rude with the girls who crush him. Light knew what L feel because in Japan almost all the girls did the same to him, they were so boring but Light was not so .... direct ... with em. Actually he kinda used to manipulate some of them to get things. Had a famous model called Misa Amane who was very beautiful and famous in Japan who crushed Light. And used her to get friendship whith important people and recognizement! There was also a boring one called Kiyomi Takada, she was called “miss toho” and she crushed light too. He used her to be his assistant and take things for him like “hey i wanna a coffe bish”.

When Light enter the cafeteria he can see engaze L and he does the same. Both eyes encountered and Light could feel a strange feeling of his heart beating fast! L was really attractive and had a sexy vibe, the way that his black hair falls into his pale skin... The young japanese had a strange feeling and was lost in his toughts when he hears the voice of a woman saying “ so what will be ?”

- ah, an frapuccino with a natural sandwich please! /he answered \

- ok! You can take your seat and i’ll bring to you.

Light was walking around and he was hesitant to ask, but thats the why he camed to the cafeteria... so he encouraged himself and walked in L’s direction and said :

- can i seat here with you? We’re classmates ... I’m on exchange from Japan. I arrived in school have 6 days... /L looked at him while he was eating an amount of different sweets and desserts and just pointed his hand to the chair in agreement \

- so , you like sweets right? It’s because is halloween maybe? Haha /said Light putting his hand on his hair and giving a shy laugh \

- I eat it everyday. / answered Lawliet. His voice was apathic , low and sexy.

-what about these girls? I mean i had these type of girls around me in Japan and sometimes i wish i was strong pulse with them like you...

- I didn’t meant to be rude with them, is never my intention at all. They just asked me if i want to make out with both and i said no. / L replied with a piece of cake in mouth\

- you right! They are quite young ...

- I like Japan / L said unemotionally as all his phrases\

_ oh! You like Japan? / Light replied surprised that he said something and about his interess)

-yes. / L answered and took a sip on his coffe.\

- You have been there? /Light\

- Yes. /L\

- what u most like there? /Light\

- food. /L\

- haha, you like eating do you? Is just weird how u still have this good ... physique. / Light said hesistating in his last words when he saw what he was going to say.\

Light’s food arrived and he immediately took a sip of his frapuccino. Maybe with mouth full he wouldn’t say bullshits...

- you too for someone drinking a frapuccino full of fat and caramel. /Answered L looking at him.\

- hahah! I think we’re both lucky with our metabolism / answered Light giving a shy laugh to try hide his blush face again\

- yes i think so. /L\

Light looked at his clock and the class would start in 10 minutes and he said :

- i think we might go ...

- yes. / said L while he stands up showing how tall he would be if had a nice posture\

- btw, we talked this entire moment and I didn’t introduced myself, I’m Light Yagami.

-L. Lawliet. But I think you already knew it... /he stated giving his back to Light and getting out of the cafeteria\

When the class started Light starred at Lawliet the entire class wondering what he meant by “ i think you already knew it” that he didn’t had count that the bells ringed, just when the class was almost empty exept by L an some guys talking is the background. He was leaving when he heard a voice calling his name, he turned and it was L :

- Light i was wondering if you would like to come at my house today and have some movie? / Light wasn’t expecting for it! He tought it would take time to get his confidence and become his friend... but it was so fast\

- yes sure. /Light replied with a soft smile in face\

- ok, come with me cause my father will bring us by car. /L said\

-ok /Light\

When the car arrived was a black limusine with a old man with mustache driving it. L took his place in the back place of the car so did Light, it was a silence since the old man spoke and said :

- L never hang out with school classmates. You must be special what’s your name?

-oh , my name is Light Yagami sir. I’m in exchange from Japan...

CONTINUE.... it’s supposed to be one shot but I’m gonna post later...

#anime #deathnote #death note #misa amane #l lawilet #light yagami #light x l #lryuzaki #fanfic #hot male #death note au #kiyomi takada #quillish wammy #high school #dn fandom #lawlight

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Famous Muses & Groupies in Rock Music Pt. 41

MUSE: Ann Moses (full name Ann Marie Moses)

Ann was born on February 3rd, 1947 in Long Beach, CA and grew up in Anaheim, CA with her older brother and their parents, where she wrote for her junior high and high school newspapers. When Ann was still in high school in 1962, one of her first jobs was working at Disneyland. Walt was still active around the park then, and she even got to meet the legendary man himself. A couple years later in 1964, she broke through her journalism career as a freelance writer for the local newspaper Rhythm & News, where she got to interview music icons like James Brown and Jackie Wilson. Through this gig, Ann caught the eye of music publicist Derek Taylor who recommended her to the teen fan magazine Tiger Beat, where she was quickly hired. At the same time, she had just finished a year of junior college at Fullerton College and enrolled at San Jose State. But she ended up choosing the writing gig over school when she realized it would be a fulltime position. Ann worked at Tiger Beat for the next six years (1966-1972), and began as their most frequent contributor before eventually promoted to associate editor and eventually head editor. Simultaneously, she was also co-editor and contributor for Monkee Spectacular magazine for its whole run in 1967-68, and also penned her own column for NME magazine from 1968-71. Throughout her career, Ann met and interviewed many popular music acts and also got a few additional perks, like: attending the Monterey Pop Music Festival in 1967; traveling with the Monkees, the Raiders and the Standells; socializing with the Dave Clark 5, the Who, the Rolling Stones, Jefferson Airplane, the BeeGees and Herman’s Hermits; being in the audience for two Elvis tapings; and co-hosting an episode of “Battle of the Bands” with Bobby Sherman in 1969. Ann even helped participate in the clapping heard throughout the Monkees’ 1967 song ‘Daydream Believer.’ One of her close friends back in the ‘60s was famous LA seamstress Genie Franklyn.

Besides being one of the most recognizable women in 1960s music journalism, Ann also became friends with a lot of the popstars she covered back in the day. The band she was most closely associated with was the Monkees from 1966-68, whom she got to regularly interview and profile on their TV sitcom set, in the recording studio and on tour. The two band members she was friendliest with were Davy Jones and Peter Tork. Ann’s said that one of her favorite memories is when she rode around the Monkees set with Davy on his bike. Peter apparently was the nicest bandmate and was always accommodating whenever she was on set. He also occasionally gave Ann offers to try acid with him, which she always turned down. Around the time Peter left the band in 1968, Ann once visited his house where he allegedly opened the front door completely naked and acted like it was no big deal. (#cringe) This was during the peak of his hippie period, and she doesn’t think of it as a metoo type incident.

When Ann and Peter reconnected in 2013 after a concert, she joked about him offering her acid and he supposedly was like “yeah, I shouldn’t have done that,” lol. (She also mentioned that they kissed on the lips that same reunion, which makes me wonder if they were ever ~more~ than friends, buuut that’s pure speculation on my part because they’re so adorable.) Ann was also one of the first media figures to publicly coin Mike Nesmith as ‘the difficult Monkee,’ for always being a pain to interview and generally dismissive when she was around. He even attempted to make her go away once by saying he’d do one of her interviews if they slept together, which made her go ‘uhhhh.’ Apparently after filming the band’s movie Head (1968), Mike told her that he was difficult to help make her a better reporter, but she didn’t believe him, lol. Ann doesn’t have many stories on Micky, but he did ask for her phone number the day she first met the group, but he never called her, heh.

But wait, that’s not all! Even though Ann always refers to herself as a ~friend of the stars, she also went out with a few of these guys. In 1966, she spent 4th of July with bassist Karl Green of Herman’s Hermits, and they made out in front of fireworks at the end of the night (cute). Later that year she lost her virginity to lead singer/drummer Dick Dodd of the Standells, which she considered a disaster (though she still thinks high of him as a person). Ann’s frequently referred to Maurice Gibb of the BeeGees as her first big love when they were a couple in 1968. But then he became her first heartbreak too when popstar Lulu walked up to her at a party and nonchalantly told Ann that Maurice was leaving with her instead of Ann (what a bish). Also kinda funny he left her for Lulu because Lulu dated Davy for a minute a couple years earlier too. Ann also had a ‘platonic’ date with Harry Nilsson in 1967. Oh, and Roger Daltrey once blatantly asked her if she wanted to go up to his hotel room and she naively responded, “what’s in your room?” (lol)

In the early 1970s, Ann spent most of her time covering young stars like David Cassidy and Donny & Marie Osmond before retiring from journalism and leaving Hollywood for the bay area. Since the ‘70s, Ann switched to working in dentistry, married a computer engineer and raised their two sons near the Rocky Mountains. As of 2019, she and her husband live in Gilbert, AZ. In 2012, Ann revived her interest in writing with her own blog, which then encouraged her to pen her 2017 memoir Meow! My Groovy Life. She also occasionally contributes articles for the website Rocksbackpages.com. Mark her down as yet another mid-20th century chick I’m jealous of.

#ann moses #peter tork #Davy Jones #mike nesmith #maurice gibb #michael nesmith #if you like ann check out my monkees fanfic starring her!#@girlknownsomewhere on ao3 #muses #even tho she's not rly a muse #no way i'm labeling her a groupie lol #musesandgroupiesseries

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heartthrobcityimagine · 6 years

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Who Is This??/ Part 7 (part one)/ Noah Centineo

A/N: Guess who’s back, back again. Guess who’s back, tell a friend. Hey guys! So, as you can see Part 7 is going to have multiple parts, 2 in fact. There’s a lot that will be going on in both parts! It will not be another week before I post part 2, I plan to have it up either tomorrow or Sunday!

Warnings: Language (as always), sexual content.

LEHH GO!!

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Where we left off in part 6:

" Please don't do this." You heart cracks, his voice was completely broken, almost making you change your mind.

Tears were streaming down your face rapidly. Realizing you weren't going to change your mind he places a soft kiss to your wet cheek. Your eyes flutter shut as harder sobs jolt your body. He lets go of you and walks to your door.

With a deep sigh he opens the door, just as he goes to walk out he turns to you,

" I can't leave without you knowing that I've fallen too." WIth that he closes your door, leaving you to collapse back on the couch and wallow in your tears.

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It had been over a month an half since you had seen Noah. You don’t know what you are expecting, him to run back in and beg for you? He shouldn’t have too. You knew you had made a mistake the second he left but couldn’t swallow your pride enough to go after him.

You had spent most of your time sulking in your apartment. Jace was busy with Travis as their relationship had gone into full swing. You haven’t heard from Tye either. You had filed and been granted a permanent restraining order. He wasn’t allowed within 1500 feet of you and thus far he hadn’t attempted to break that.

It was nearing the middle of July, the summer heat was sweltering so you didn’t mind staying in the air conditioning, at least that’s what you’d tell yourself. You had been studying and rehearsing for your summer music program and your final performance was at the local music festival tonight. The program you were taking was creative and personal composing.

For your final grade you had to perform an original piece. You were petrified. You had rehearsed yesterday and almost threw up before and after. The main stage was massive and the more you pictured a crowd in front of you the more nervous you got. It would be the first time anyone has ever heard your songs outside of your classroom and Jace of course.

*TING* *TING*

You glance down at your phone rolling your eyes.

Jace: OMG I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOUR ASS PERFORM! YOU GON’ ROCK THIS SHIT!

Jace: Remember us small people when you get famous!

You shake your head.

You : Uhhh, it’s just a music festival. I wouldn’t even be doing it if it wasn’t for a grade.

Jace: that’s the problem. You should be playing all the time, I have never heard someone play piano as beautiful and passionate as you do. .

Jace: also.... I know I said it would be just be us tonight... but do you care if Travis comes.

You sigh, third wheeling with those two was becoming your normal routine and you didn’t know how you felt about it. Jace had always just been yours. Sure, he had other boyfriends but none this serious. He spent all of his time with Travis.

You had to stop yourself for a second. You bet he felt the same way when you had boyfriends. He never complained. You suddenly felt really awful for even thinking of being jealous.

You: Of course! I love Travis! Plus you’ll need someone’s hand to hold while I perform 😂

You knew it would make Jace happy and more comfortable to have someone to be with.

Jace: need us to pick you up?

You: No, I’m good. I have to be there around 5:30 for mic check. Let me know when you get there though and we’ll check out the other bands and performers if you want!

Jace: of course! Love you 😘

You: And I you ♥ .

It was 3:00 p.m. now, you needed to hurry and get ready, traffic was terrible this time of day and with the festival being outside of town you needed to get a move on.

You quickly get ready and rush out of the door grabbing your keys and sheet music on your way out.

You finally arrive to the location where the festival was being held just outside of L.A. Immediately your eyes meet a large flower Arch that had not been up yesterday when you came to rehearse. Strung across it was a banner that read: Welcome to the annual Innovation of Music Festival.

The festival was a mixture of composer, artists, bands etc, from various music colleges around the area. Music from classical to heavy metal would be playing throughout the weekend. Thankfully, when you signed up at the beginning of summer you were able to pick what day you performed on, you had picked opening day to go ahead and just get it over with.

People were already starting to show up and the various amounts of vendors began opening up their stands. Your palms become sweaty, your breathing picks up and you can feel your pulse began to race. You weren’t sure if you were ready for this or not.

You take a few deep breaths, reminding yourself that you had to try out for the program to even get in, therefore if you weren’t good enough you wouldn’t even be here.

You make your way to backstage,finding the red head you were introduced to yesterday. “Kat!” You say waving her over. “ Hey, (Y/N)! Okay so all we need to do is confirm you made it, check that, you look great by the way!”

A slight blush makes its way to your cheeks. You hadn’t gone with anything fancy, just a pair of dark denim shorts, a lace white top and some lace up sandals. Typical festival wear, and let’s be honest, it was hotter than hell outside and there was no way you were going to wear anything but shorts.

“ Thanks Kat” you say bashfully. She gives you a wide grin, “ Okay, so you aren’t performing until around 7:30, you need to be back here around 7 so we can go over set up okay? Got your sheet music?” You hand her the slightly crumpled sheets with a sheepish smile, guess you had been gripping them a little too hard. She give you a laugh and takes it placing it in her folder she had been carrying.

*TING*

Jace: HEY BISH! WE ARE HERE!!

WIth a grin you take off to go find Jace and Travis.

Leaving the backstage area, your eyes widen. The amount of people had almost doubled just in the short amount of time you were backstage. Your eyes frantically search for Jace when you hear a loud cackle. Your head whips to the left, you knew that laugh anywhere.

You slide past a few people and finally spot a blonde head of familiar hair. You stopped just short of Jace and Travis, he was laughing at something Travis was telling him. His smile reaching his eyes. A smile crosses your face, you hadn’t seen him this happy in a while.

You make your way over. “Hey guys!” “ (Y/N)!!” Jace slings his arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. His tall frame hovering over yours. You hear Travis’s muffled greetings as Jace clings to you.

“Jace! I can’t breathe!” you yell laughing. He loosens his grip but keeps an arm around you, pulling back to look at you.

“ Shew, you look gorgeous! Ready to do this thing?”

You give him a nervous glance, “ Not really. I’ve been sick to my stomach all week just thinking about it. What if I vomit all over stage?” you exclaim, horror written all over your face.

“Babe, you’ll be fine. No different than in class.” You look at him ridiculously.

“Jace, there are maybe 25 people in my class.... There are going to be hundreds here tonight.”

“Eh, small difference. If you sucked they wouldn’t have even let you play so..” He says, mimicking your thoughts from earlier. You give him a small smile.

“Sooooo... have you heard anything from him?” You knew who he was asking about. “No, and I don’t think I’m going to.”

“ You know, you could always just call him..”

“ Yeah, no.” you say cutting off the conversation. You knew you could call and apologize but what would that make him think of you? You broke things off with him before you even really were a thing. Besides he had probably moved on by now.

You knew he had been doing various promo interviews and posting to instagram, because you may or may not have practically stalked all of his social media for a greater part of the summer but, that was besides the point. He had posted a number of photos with his co-star Lana, many of which had very intriguing captions. My girl. that one had stung a bit. A small part of you hoped he hadn’t moved on, that he would sit and wait for you this whole time, but that wouldn’t have been fair to Noah. He deserved to be happy, whether it was with you or someone else.

You, Jace, and Travis strolled around the festival checking out the vendors, they had everything from clothing to vinyl records to taco trucks. You mentally marked the location of the taco truck, you’ll definitely be back by to visit that before the night was over. It was nearing 7 o’clock and you told Jace you were going to go ahead and go backstage to get ready.

He grabs your shoulder spinning you around to make you face him, “ Deep breaths, positive thoughts, you have this. You have spent all summer practicing and rehearsing over and over. It’s a second nature at this point, just gotta let it out to fly.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead and spins you back around. “ Now go fly my little butterfly,” he says dramatically shoving you towards the backstage.

You quickly find Kat and she takes you to the left side of the stage, handing you your sheet music. “ Okay, (Y/N), just like yesterday, once the act before you finishes, the lights will go dark, piano will be wheeled out by Josh, your microphone will be on top, you will follow behind Josh, go ahead and adjust your microphone, the lights will come up, and you can begin. Got it?”

Your head swims with her fast information, attempting to make a mental checklist. Follow Josh, get set up, perform. You realize she’s still staring at you and you nod your head in understanding. She opens her folder from earlier and pulls out your music handing it to you. “ Should be all set yeah? You’re on in about 15 minutes.” Hearing that makes your stomach start to churn. 15 minutes until hundreds of people would be watching you perform. 15 minutes and you hoped and silently prayed that you wouldn’t throw up.

You watch with wide eyes as the band before you plays the last notes of their song and takes their bow. Your heart begins pounding in your chest.

The lights go dark, out of the corner of your eye you see Josh start to move the piano. Your legs somehow find the will to move and your quickly following behind him. He places it in the middle of the stage, another stage hand bringing the bench for you to sit on. WIth wobbly knees you take the few steps to the piano and place your music on it. Slowly sitting down you adjust the mic just like Kat had said. Your heart was in your throat, you were sure of it. You hands were shaking furiously and with a deep breath you connect eyes with Josh, nodding your head that you were ready. It was now or never, a little too late to tuck tail and run now. He speaks in to his radio and slowly the lights shine on you.

Closing your eyes, your fingers find the keys, your foot on the pedal, you take a deep breath, your mouth opens as the first notes begin to play. You inhale and on your exhale you begin to sing. You had played piano in front of your class, that wasn’t what you had been terrified of, it was singing. No one, not even Jace had heard you sing, they had all heard the musical portion of your songs, this would be your first lyrical performance ever.

“What are we even fighting for... we try and try to settle the score... You and I are a driving force, but can we make it through this storm? Hold me close and don’t let go, even if we lose this war.”

As you progressed into the first chorus the world around you disappeared, as it did everytime you played. Except this time it wasn’t just music that filled your mind. It was Noah. The way he looked at you the night you ended things. It was the way he had told you he had fallen for you just like you had him. It was the way you wanted nothing more then to tell him you didn’t mean it but something in you refused. You knew he wasn’t like Tye, that he would never hurt you the way he did but you couldn’t get rid of the doubt, of the insecurities that had been carried around for so long. As the last note of your song plays. streams of tears run down your face. Deafening silence follows your last note, then a roar of applause ripples it’s way through the crowd. You take a glance out in the audience, the lights making it hard to see, you regain your focus searching for Jace. Your eyes meet a familiar pair, shock written on your face.

What the fuck was he doing here??!?

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Soooo.... ready for part 2?? Let me know who you think it is, what you want to see. Like I said part 2 will be up sometime between now and Sunday, so be on the lookout! As always, let me know what you think!

Also, I’ve got a shit ton of requests, I will be trying to get them up this weekend as well.

#Who Is this??#noah centineo #noah centineo imagine #noah x reader #noah centineo x reader #noah x reader imagine #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #peter x reader #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky imagine #lana #sbial #jamey #Part7 #reader #imagine

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cipherflower · 3 years

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Naw. No envy here. 😂 They are only a celebrity if people gaf about them to begin with. People like me don’t even know this broad. Never heard of her. What she do? Does she teach the young? Does she care for the elderly? In what way does she help or educate? Does she save lives? Does she do things for the community or herself? Like how this hoe giving back? I am unimpressed and hell that’s based on me not using my third eye. She look effing regular anyways. Who envious of that. I gots followers finer than this bish. Foh. People are only famous if others care about them. Once they become old news they lose that fat bank account. Then they have to do stunts to get they name back in circulation. Weird stunts. Adopting black kids, having a baby or marrying and then they gotta hope the network or record company even foot the Bill. Like. People need to be more grateful that anyone thinks you are interesting or important enough to even be noticed. Be more grateful that people spend money to look at you or hear your song. I may only have a $100k net worth (shid idek with that student loan payment 😂) but I’m freaking happy. My life is effing amazing it’s full of love and laughter. Even my trials and tribulations has a foundation of love. I may be a “nobody” but I am loved and appreciated by my family and friends. I don’t need to shit on other people to prove that I am important. Screw any celebrity who thinks non famous people are jealous of them. Bish please I eat whatever I what when I want; my lover is amazing and my job is one that pays well and makes me happy. Meanwhile she worried about if a mofo jealous of her. What’s tf is this 4th grade? (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUQeI-HrNwD/?utm_medium=tumblr

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chaos-weekly · 3 years

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“Get the f out of here, Langston,” London sighed. It wasn’t mean, but he couldn’t have Bishop’s other best friend around while he was working. Yeah, London had strong and steady hands, but this was tattooing. He couldn’t socialize and work. If London messed up a tattoo—which had yet to happen—then the reputation he actually cared about would sink. London didn’t really mind what people thought of him socially. It was annoying when they believed Kendall over their own experiences, sure, but he could work with it. But work? Tattooing was London’s passion. It was art made permanent, and usually came from a spot of love or passion, even if misplaced.

“Why are you so mean, Lonny?” Bishop asked, coming in behind Langston. London didn’t look up, but a scowl came across his face at Bish’s ridiculous nickname.

“You’re not allowed in here either, and you know it.” London had instituted that rule almost as soon as he met Bishop. If London was with a client, then Bishop couldn’t enter the premises of his store. He was too distracting.

“Yeah, and?” Bishop asked, probably grinning at London’s still-there scowl.

“Winter!” London called, summoning his assistant. She came to the door, dyed black hair spiking out in multiple short ponytails, covered in tattoos, and decorated with almost as many piercings. Winter looked the type to work in a stereotypical tattoo shop, which meant she looked ridiculous most of the time, but she was great with the job and the people. Sure, Winter looked weird, but she was a people person. London couldn’t always say the same for himself.

“Yeah?” Winter soon realized why she’d been called. Now London wasn’t the only one scowling.

“You two, leave.” She fixed a glare on Langston and Bishop, both of whom did not move.

“How’d they get in?” London asked with a sigh, switching needles so he could finish up the details for today’s session with Mark. The guy was big, brawny, and sketchy, but he paid well and liked London. That and he bragged about London’s work all the time. Word of mouth advertising brought in most of his clients. The rest seemed to come from Kendall’s lamenting.

“I was in the bathroom. Knowing these two, they waited until I left.”

London didn’t look up again, but he heard Bishop’s attempt to hide his laughter.

“Out!” He paused with the tattoo pen in the air long enough to point towards the door. “Or I’ll have Winter tase you both.” Sometimes, when drunks or other disreputable figures came in, they started hitting on, messing with, or verbally attacking Winter. The taser had only been used once, when a guy wouldn’t keep his hands to himself while London was busy with another client. But London wasn’t afraid to have her use it on his friends. Did they deserve it? Probably not. Were they still annoying enough to tase anyways? Definitely.

Bishop broke into laughter at this point, unable to contain himself, but the more sensible Langston pulled him into the back room, where London kept his office.

That wasn’t what he’d meant, but it would do for now.

“Sorry about them,” London apologized, flashing Mark a sheepish grin. “My friends don’t seem to understand the concept of having a job.”

Mark snorted, careful not to move his arm. “That’s what happens when you mix with celebrities, London.”

He shrugged. Yeah, it was what happened, but London liked being (in)famous now. It had almost doubled his business, plus he’d met Bishop. And Nollie. But London didn’t want to get too attached to the idea of her. She was wonderful, refreshing, gorgeous, radiant, and so much more, but London wasn’t sure he wanted a relationship. Before getting to know her, he’d just wanted to hook up. Now that he knew her better, however, he wasn’t so sure. That freaked him out. She was nothing like Kendall, and he was grateful for that, but his past experience with supermodels still left London wary of her friends.

But Nollie was worth it. London couldn’t deny that much.

“What’s got you so sappy?” Mark asked gruffly. London hadn’t realized he’d been smiling until then.

“Nothing,” he lied smoothly, continuing to work on the last few details of the tattoo. He only had a few minutes left of work, if even that much. Then he could go sort the nonsense out that awaited him with Bishop and Langston.

“What’s her name?” Mark pestered. Great. The dude could read him too well. Usually, London was a better liar. Apparently not when it came to his girl. Not that she was his. At all.

“Not saying.” This time London was the gruff one. Nollie was his to talk about, but only with those he trusted. He did not want news of his interest in her spreading past his friends and her friends. The last thing he needed were rumors.

“Hmph.” Luckily, Mark didn’t press for more. Then, London was done.

“Winter will take care of you up front. You know the drill with care,” he said, gesturing to the Saran Wrap on Mark’s arm. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some idiots that need tasing.”

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“Give me one good reason not to get a restraining order on both of you,” London greeted Bishop and Langston as he walked into his office. He didn’t bother looking at them, heading straight for his desk. Except Bishop was seated behind it, legs crossed on the chair.

“I make the best tea in the world.”

“Bishop, you make me a cup of chamomile when I really want an edible. Not good enough.”

Bishop rolled his eyes, so London turned to face Langston. “Well?”

“He made me come in first so you wouldn’t be as annoyed with him.”

London didn’t bother asking if it was true. There was no questioning it. It just was the way Bishop lived.

“Langston, I won’t tase you yet,” he decided, giving his friend an even look. “Bishop,” he continued, turning to his friend, “you have three seconds to move before I tase you.”

“Winter has the taser up front with her.”

Bishop did not move, and he was right, so London reached into his back pocket and pulled out his pocketknife. It was a little bigger than an average one, and may as well have been a switchblade. He held it up in front of Bishop without a word. Wisely, Bishop moved out of London’s chair. Unwisely, he moved to sit on London’s desk, instead.

Why was he friends with this guy again?

“You’re lucky you’re useful,” London grumbled, sitting down and finally relaxing. His shoulders were tense from the positioning of his arms during the last appointment. Maybe he could convince Nollie to come give him a back massage. That would be hot, a good excuse to see her, and it would make him feel better in more ways than one. But there was Xander’s party that night that she’d invited him to, and apparently she was spending the day with Didi. Considering how Nollie’s best friend’s mother was hospitalized and Didi couldn’t visit, London wasn’t going to try and convince her to leave for him. He understood the important of friendship. Sadly, it was thanks to Bishop.

“You’re coming to the party tonight?” London asked, looking between the two idiots in his office. Langston nodded silently, and Bishop grinned.

“Anything to see Magnolia again. I might try and steal her from you, you know. She did like my tea, and I don’t forget my lactose pills.”

“You’re not even lactose intolerant,” Langston pointed out.

London growled, holding up his knife again. Having a tattoo parlor in the hippest part of LA meant he had to have protection with him. Especially with his motorcycle and tattoos. People made assumptions, and he didn’t want to go in at a complete disadvantage.

“Bishop, I swear, one day I’ll actually slit your throat,” London grumbled, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. He’d never hurt anyone, not unless it was self defense, but threatening Bishop sure was fun. Only since Bishop knew this and wasn’t worried. But it also got Bishop to behave some of the time.

“Then who would take photographs for your social media?” he countered. Sadly, he had a point. Bishop’s photography skills were better than London’s, and definitely better than Winter’s, so he had Bishop come in and help with some big projects.

“Shut up.”

“He could get Nollie to do it. She’s already a model. Probably knows her way around a camera.”

Oh, she definitely knew how to use a camera. London thought of the picture she’d sent him, the one of him grinning at her when they were rollerblading. He just wondered what she could do for photos of herself.

“Judging by that smile, she does,” Bishop said, reaching over and poking London’s cheek. London growled, but that only made Bishop laugh.

There was no winning, was there?

#chaos weekly #rising from the ashes

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graveyardollie · 3 years

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Dying Angel - Awakening Demon - Chapter 5

Tw warnings for this chapter: Needles, death mention, falling, punishment, swearing, self-doubt (tell me if I need to add more!) Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Ao3 link *Virgil* When Virgil died the only memory he had was someone’s smile. And a desire to rest. But even after his final breath, there was so much to do. Being an angel wasn’t easy. He never believed in anything so he didn’t give a shit where he will end up. But heaven? Yeah, he would rather end up in hell, at least there he could chill in lava-tub and drink famous Sex On The Beach. But no. He had a job to do. Virgil had paperwork most of the time. He always wanted to guard someone down on the earth but was never allowed to. They said he wasn’t ready. The demons are hiding everywhere and just waiting for their pure and innocent prey. Virgil didn’t believe them. He felt like a hunter. And he wanted to hunt some demonic bitches down. But deep down he knew he was just pretending. This bravery and devilishness were fake. He actually cared about every single person, demon or angel. He could never bring himself to kill nor punish someone. Was Virgil a coward? Maybe. Naive? Yes. Demons would never hesitate to shoot him the second they saw him. So why would he have mercy? Maybe because he always believed that even demons can change. They have some good in them. Virgil could feel it. And then it became his mission. To seek good in bad. It wasn’t taken seriously. Angels would laugh at him and tell him to stop being a weirdo. Angels had one important job to do. Protect those who are alive. Destroy demons. No matter the cost. Then there was Virgil who actually just wants to help without the “destroying” part. Fortunately for him, there was someone who also believed. Remy. Who was once a demon himself. He still kept the demonish eyes. All of the angels fear him. Because what if he was sent to heaven to plan an act of revenge? Bullshit. Remy was actually one of the nicest angels Virgil has ever met. He was caring, loving, and most importantly, with a good taste of humor, which means his jokes would make Virgil’s day always better. He also got the honor to call Remy his best friend. -------- After finishing his last task, Virgil was exhausted. He couldn’t wait till he got home. But unfortunately, Heaven got other plans for him tonight. Remy ran up to him and gave him a big hug. “GURL, you wouldn’t BELIEVE what happened today. You know that guy from sector 6th, right? The one who always buys me a coffee? Well, he finally asked me to go to the movies with him! Tomorrow! I am SO excited!!! What color should I wear? Snow White? White Smoke? Maybe Kitten White? Virge, you need to help me. I am a disaster right now, can’t even think straight.” Virgil smiled. “You? Thinking straight? I think we could both agree, you aren’t physically able to do that Rem.” Remy rolled his eyes. “What was this man’s name again?” “Remus…” Remy says all dreamy. “Wait, I thought you were talking about Terrence? Are you seriously going on a date with this creep?” “YES. You don’t know him as I do.” “Oh yeah? Well, tell me then, what do you know about him?” “He’s handsome. And that should be enough for you, you jealous bish.” “I am not jealous. Worried is all.” “No one goes to heaven without a reason, darling. We are safe here. Promise.” “Well, I got here, so I wouldn’t be so sure about that…” Remy cupped Virgil’s face. “You are so precious. Virge, Heaven knows what it’s doing, alright. We already had like a million conversations about your ridiculous self-doubt. You BELONG here. We all do. It’s a shame you don’t see your amazingness as much as I do. And Remus is exactly the same. So confident but so shy at the same time. Ah, I need to have a talk with him as well. Damn, I didn’t know I’m the therapist here.” Remy got pale. “Gosh, gonna babysit my husband the same way as I babysit my friend. How embarrassing.” Virgil smiled and pat Remy on the head. “Now, now, calm down, you drama queen. You still don’t know that guy. Anyway. I’m heading to my place. Don’t forget to text me how the date

went. Otherwise, I will assume he hurt you, go and search the whole Heaven to find that bastard and destroy him. And I’m guessing you don’t want that to happen.” Remy sighed. “No, sir.” Virgil smiled wildly. “That’s what I thought. Good night Rem.” Virgil’s dream was not pleasant. First, he saw the counsel of the High Angels. He could hear them talk about him. “What an embarrassment.” “He deserves nothing but death.” “He’s too dangerous.” “Virgil must be banished from Heaven for eternity.” “His new ideas are getting out of hand.” “He must be stopped.” Virgil looked around. He could not talk nor defend himself. He was completely helpless. Was believing in weaker forms something deserving of that serious punishment? Virgil looked down at his shoes. What did he do to deserve this? Wasn’t Heaven meant to be a place full of peace, happiness, and good people? Then he could hear a familiar voice. “Please. Give Virgil a chance.” Virgil looked up. Remy? ‘’The gracious High Counsel of The Angels, I could not agree more with what You just said. Virgil Sanders is in fact, a dangerous deal. He managed to let few demons to Heaven without himself even being aware of doing so. He did tell some of the children that they should not fear demons and almost lead them to danger. He tries and tries to convince others to not kill our enemies. I know this may lead to serious consequences. However, I will say, as a former demon myself, Virgil deserves a chance to redeem himself. He was just a young adult when he passed away. He doesn’t know any better. I am saying this as an Angel’s Defendant, but also as a friend. He was the only one who saw something good in me. If it was not for him, I would not be standing here right now. Please. “The council heard enough.” The whispers began. Whispers turned into loud talking and then into quiet screaming. After a few minutes, the whole room went quiet. “The council has decided to give Virgil Sanders a second and last chance to prove to us he is worthy of calling himself an angel. Heaven makes no mistakes, there is no doubt in that, but there is definitely something wrong. We will see if our hypothesis is correct. Virgil’s future is now in your and his hands. We wish you the best of luck. Remy sighed deeply. Then, he turned to face Virgil. Virgil then realized he actually wasn’t supposed to hear any of this. Remy mouthed only two words to him: “I’m sorry.” When Virgil woke up he noticed his eyes were tearing up. He was in big trouble that he couldn’t escape from. This wasn’t just a nightmare. This was more than that. It was a message. Virgil hadn’t much time. He needed to move fast. He dressed up, packed his bag, and headed toward the door. Then he started to run. Virgil wasn’t the fastest angel in Heaven. Some of them were faster. Virgil knew he didn’t even have a chance to outrun Angel Guards but he still tried. Always gotta believe, right? When Virgil got caught, he decided that he won’t allow himself to get scared. No matter what. He fought and he tried to escape but both of the guards were holding his arms very tightly. What were they going to do to him? Virgil looked around. Fuck. They were heading closer and closer towards Heaven’s edge. Too close in his opinion. Okay, now he got actually scared. When they got right in front of the edge, some science-looking guy came to him and put a needle in Virgil’s neck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was that? He started to feel dizzy. Gosh...his power was fading. He just wanted to be a good angel. But Virgil couldn’t even do that...When the science dude left, two guards smiled at Virgil. “Good luck,” they said mockingly in unison. And then they threw him over the edge like the trash they wanted to get rid of. “WAIT!” someone was yelling. The person ran to the edge trying to catch Virgil but it was too late. “VIRGIL!” Remy. It was Remy. Virgil guessed, he won’t hear about Remy’s date anytime soon. Chapter 6

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #fanfiction #fic #angst #thomas sanders #remus sanders #DAAD

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l0chn3ss · 6 years

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I got tagged by @happyisahabit, a space fool, a pumpernickel, a baker who has yet to give me baked goods, please give me a cupcake

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

because anabell is love and anabell is life

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/favorites, follows/subscriptions, visitor hits, kudos)

uh... good question

seems like Fleeting has the most reviews and faves with a STAGGERING 26 reviews HAHAHAH

3. What is your FFnNet/AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

@xwynn sheds a tear every time but i goddamn love it

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

Yeah dude @fluffypuppy77 and @quantamtheory1 for sure, something about seeing them warms my heart tbh. and then those i can’t find on tumblr but are active on ffnet are “Whispered Winters” and “8YearsOfMaka”

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

i’ll be real, i haven’t read much fanfiction lately, but if you force me to put a name on something then i’d say any of @happyisahabit‘s works

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

they’re pretty much outdated and irrelevant now

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

mythology, fantasy, supernatural, fae, witchy, magical; because i always return to my roots

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

listen, im thankful the maker of this ask game put where you can find it, but i can’t be arsed to check xD

5 mins later: i found it, but look im so pleased Total views to Profile Page : 1,881 that’s a beautiful number. a really good number. a mirrored, symmetrical number. i like that shit. NO ONE ELSE VIEW MY PROFILE FROM NOW ON. IF THAT NUMBER CHANGES I’LL CRY.

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

I’ve always wanted to write obiyuki or like z.//e-ki or rusa the og ship id die for, but, one is too old shit, two im not quite there with character understanding and world competence yet but soon i’ll show up, and three the fandom is crazy and i wouldn’t touch it with a 10 meter pole. guess which.

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

to echo liz, FINISHING MY WIPS???? and also writing cute smooches would be cool tho, but im too busy writing angst for that

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

i feel attacked by question eleven and i don’t like it’s tone.

12. How many stories have you posted on FFNet/AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

69 stories on ffnet :) hehehehehehehehehe 69. + 1 cuz i posted one more a couple of days ago. i think there’s a disproportionate amount of unfinished fics to finished fics there too. it’s like schrodinger's cat at this point to my poor subcribers: am i gunna post a new fic or update an old one? if i don’t post you’ll never find out

@rebornfromash look hehehe 69

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

don’t.

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

i have sticky notes, note cards, notebooks, dump docs on both google drive and word doc and notes on the iphone, slipped pieces of papers jammed into books, and friends who i just burst in and go “hi i have an idea and im going to use the ctrl f function to document my shit”

if i keep it solely in my head then it becomes lost and no longer a concept

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

yes i have :) good stories, better partners

16. How did you discover FFNet/AO3?

i think my very first time i ever went on the site was caused by @roni-westbrook, a dramione fic called harmony

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on FFNet/AO3?

nah

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Thirsty Monsters From The Loch. Sip Sip Bish.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

one day i took at look at myself, and i went, “are you ready to truly become fandom trash?” and an answer came almost immediately, “hell yeah”

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Write. For. Your. Self.

i can’t say that enough because if you decide to let your audience dictate what you write and how well you write and how you feel about your writing due to the lack of reception or lots, you’re just entering a world of hurt. one day you may feel great about your writing because you got over a hundred notes, only to realize that you get at most about 30 for a popular ship and good idea sometimes and can’t figure out why. one day you may feel fabulous about your fic you worked hard on and love what youve done with it, only to see no one else cared. i’ve seen so many friends in pain from this, and i know that pity reblogs and reviews from me are only going to solve a problem in the moment and not in the long run.

you gotta be your own number one fan, realize who youre writing for and why youre writing. and alternatively if you write something for just a remote group of friends or even just one person as a gift, then please realize that their response and reaction will mean more to you than hundreds of others who simply stumbled upon it. ok?

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

i plot the skeleton most of the time, but then let the writing dictate where it’s going to go next. yeah you heard it here folks, my plot writes itself, because that’s how you get a realistic and non forced narrative

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

wow have y’all ever read that shit fic from 2015 that people took way too seriously? but that’s really it, im truly lucky

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

A C T I O N

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

this is a call out post and i don’t like this.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

number twenty four and number twenty five are conspiring against me and i feel attacked

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

Absolutely not because I either do 8K in a night or 10 words in a month and there’s zero ground inbetween

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

both yes and no because i’m extremely lucky to have been able to have a great running start in 2015, but i think i plateaued as an author in terms of quality

28. What is your favorite story(s) that you’ve written?

Fleeting is still by far my favorite story because not only is @captainpomelo a great person to work with but also i still think about it to this day, my goal for 2018 is to finish it

29. What is your least favorite story(s) that you’ve written?

shit.fic.of.2015.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

like, better, hopefully

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

lyrical writing esp when it’s 3 am and im listening to “i will survive” on repeat

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

not writing passive voice

33. Why do you write?

it looked fun, and boy was i wrong. it’s suffering.

Lemme get those tags in shout out to everyone previously tagged plus @lucyrne @sabraeal @ilarual @sahdah @fullmetalgrigori

#about me #tagged #long post #nessingaround

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