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sweet-sixteen-kraang-birthday · 4 years

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2, 3, 5, 11, 17, 18, 20, 22!

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

answered this one already, but i do have other stuff im looking forward do!

I’m really intrested in the witch!rebekol storyline, have one that im nearly finished writing. Just minor parts that are killing me. I wrote this without really going back on the episodes...and now they don’t fit and im trying to work around canon so they do. I could easily make it an AU, but i don’t want.

(but. i’m so TEMPTED to save kol somehow. oh gosh. rebekah is making it so hard.)

This one is like....a basis for more fics that I want to write about Rebekah being a witch. And The mikaelsons and their relationship with magic. !!!

LIKE OH i have in mind that Finn and Kol learned togather from their mother and i just want to write these to?? Explore what sort of dynamic they might have?? And then, perhaps link it back to his death BECAUSE i love that stuff.

AND ELIJAH. There’s so many many things I want to explore. Esther?? MIKAEL and what he thinks and oh theres so MUCH.

AND IM ONLY ONE PERSON *cries in writer*

AND!! Also, Rebekah and Freya. For this one that I’m writing on, I don’t think I could slip them in - it’s more on Rebekah and Kol’s relationship - but i do wish to write about them BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

oh boy DONT I HAVE MANY

There is this scene but I don’t want to spill that one so - I’ll chose another. Jack saving his mom AND GETTING OUT HIS WINGS AND EVERYTHING. From glowing eyes to him just protecting his mom?? I love that trope to death. GOT SO MANY FOR HOPE AND HER PARENTS TOO.

I know it says only one but I don’t care. ALL THE SOCEROUS (i forgot how to spell and cba to look up so ignore pls) GOING ON THEIR KNEES TO MERLIN AND MERLIN RASING HIS OWN ARMY AND SAVING BASICALLY ARTHUR AND CAMELOT ARTHUR WATCHNG ALL OF THIS.

Magic reveal fics are my fave. And just. I want merlin being BAMF and having army?? dragons and stuff bowing down to him, okay. And Him being like “i chose arthur as my king” or something. Like I follow Arthur so you will be following him too, along those lines AND ARTHUR BEING GOBSMACKED AWED AND JUST.

yeah, that. I have been wanting to write that particular one for ages, but errr. I don’t still even know where TO START??

(I kind of written something on the Merlin but I don’t like it. At all. I mean it has its good stuff in there but... has a whole. NEEDS SO MUCH EDITING it makes my head hurts. Also: It’s just not what I was looking for. The scene I had in mind)

(Ahhhh, fudge I really want to write this TT)

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

mmh. this hard to chose...I haven’t really thought about that. I guess, Kol? I get his feels about being outside of a group.

11. What do you envy in other writers?

HOW LONG THEY CAN WRITE

i wish i too could write that long TT

THE ACTION. i suck at writing fighting scenes BUT I WISH I COULD. so much. Like the body language and everything HOW

The way people can write plots?? That are so good??? I just. I’m like Can I pls borrow your mind because oh wow, this is amazing. 17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

oh this is a really interesting one...

i think so! probably. I mean people all have different ways of thinking and life experiences that make them take in information different to how I do, so. I definitely think that people do. Might be wrong, who knows!

What would surprise...? I’m not sure.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Let’s, let’s seee.....

For: we smiled, not knowing of the storm that would take everything (the storm that was us)

I was going to add, at the end, the part where Merlin stabs Morgana and how “easy” it was for him to, but I abandoned that plot line. Couldn’t make it fit and so I left it with “Merlin looks at her and all that's left is nothing. ” — I feel like it packs to the punch needed. And that adding to it would disrupt that BOOM at the end here. But I’m still so temptated to write that scene in every time I re-read this one. Just don’t know how to though. So you could say it’s an abandoned plot line but I feel like it could make its use in other fics I want to eventually write on these two.

Also for this fic, it was not supposed to be about Morgana and Merlin... she kind of just slipped in. I forget my initial ideas for it... but it definitely wasn’t Morgana. Somewhere along the lines of Merlin exploring his magic as a kid or his mom finding out, Will maybe.

For: the sun will shine again (let the clouds clear first)

I was going to add at the end, a scene where Sam fails Jack. I forget what it was about and what I wanted to connect but it was initially going to be angsty end but I changed my mind, thought these two need a moment to breathe. Especially Sam, lol.

Also: SAM WAS SUPPOSED TO EVENTUALLY TELL JACK BUT HE DOESN’T.

For that klelijah fic.... it wasn’t supposed to go like that. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE HAPPY but angst just dropped lol. I got those words saved actuallly, let me go and grab them.

It was a night without no clouds or stars. Bare and dark. They were laying beneath it, on the grass. And Niklaus was laughing, his paint-stained hands stretched out in front of him. “Look, Elijah!” He shouted. “Look!”

I didn’t know how to continue it so I scratched it off but I do adore it so much.

And also an alternative:

Elijah ran his fingers, slow and with intent down Niklaus’ cheek, taking away his tears. Pointless tears. There was no grief to shed here.

Where Elijah gets angry initially but goes like wtf? why would you ever think that? dude I made a pact to you. DONT YOU REMEMBER THAT.

And then a kind of au:

Dizzy and numb, Elijah asked, quiet:

“Do you really think that of me?”

Niklaus did not respond. He pressed his lips tight and shifted his eyes away but it was all Elijah needed.

Different reaction from Klaus. I was going to write this in...but I realised that Klaus was already looking away from Elijah and made my head hurt with trying to fix it in so i left it out. but! i do love it.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

WIP. From that time travel fic I keep talking about:

Goes up to the attic and slumps down against Elijah’s coffin. Hayley doesn’t open it. Not tonight. Tonight, she runs her fingers down the metal of it. Rests her cheek on the cold and closes her eyes.

Hayley doesn’t mean to sleep, not really, but—before she knows, Hayley is opening her eyes and it’s morning.

The birds are singing; Hayley can hear Mary downstairs in the kitchen.

I really love this little moment. Hayley had a tired, exhausting week and comes back, empty hand. Again. And just. This time, it’s hitting a little harder.

(It’s the fourth year anversary since they were all put to *sleep*. Four years since Klaus were taken prisoner and imprisoned. She heard news about the mighty klaus mikaelson putting down.)

(First news she heard since a long time.)

And I have this headcanon, that Hayley always goes up the attic and open the coffins—mostly Elijah’s, then Freya’s, Kol’s almost never—and she talks a little, clasps her hand to their cold hands, runs her hands down their grey skin, but. Today, she doesn’t. She can’t. Hayley can’t face that reminder. Looking at these coffins is already too much. Coming from the shower where she watched water drain out the blood is already enough.

(When did she slip so easily into her old life)

If she opens it now, if she sees their emotionless face and their so, so still body —

So, Hayley settles to a brief touch on the coffin itself, and stays there. Couldn’t bring herself to move again to her bedroom. She closes her eyes and gives herself a moment to sink in the quiet and the cold on her cheek, gives into the exhaustion she can feel.

And before Hayley knows — time has passed, it’s morning. She lost time and by the she wakes up. It’s morning, the world is awake. Birds signing and Mary down in the kitchen. Silence filled so suddenly.

Ehhh, I was going somewhere with this but I forget.

oh gosh IM HAVING FEELS ABOUT THIS NOW. HAYLEY.

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

how old are we talking about? I always come back to re-read my fics. The old ones, the ones dusting in my docs for a long, long time — and I cringe a lot, but...there’s a lot of good stuff in them as well.

I can look back and see how far I gotten (how I’ve fallen at some parts too lol)

and just. the difference? it’s crazy.

#asks #the one and only kyler #thanks dear!#you always choose the ones that make me think #<3

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daysswithyou · 5 years

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Fallen Chapter 7: Game well played

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Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Genre: angst, fake dating, high school romance, fluff, romance

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It’s been about a week now since the last incident with Jaebum and the start of your regular lunch breaks spent with Brian and his group of friends. After seeing your stupefied expressions at his previous bold public displays of affection, Brian considerably tones down. Now, he holds you close with a loose hand hanging around your waist or shoulders and eats out from your plate freely, but he no longer attempts to kiss you. Somehow, that allows you to know Brian Kang better as a person, and not simply as your fake boyfriend. When you no longer have to be on your guard around him, you have time to observe him. Most of the time, you’d describe him as annoying. He’s always repeating after the members or mimicking them. When you walk past his class, he’s not even paying attention to the lesson, having either his legs or head propped laying on top of his desk. There wasn’t a single good point about him no matter how hard you tried to search – until today.

As usual, the lunch table was in chaos today. Wonpil, Dowoon and Brian were thoroughly engrossed in a game, occasionally letting out shrieks and attracting the attention of the neighbouring tables. Jae and Esther were off at the corner again, this time debating on politics. Jae looks at Esther a little differently these days; he’s more attentive, with a slight glow in his eyes that looks suspiciously like love and admiration. You were certain that you were going to hear good news from the two soon, and you smile slightly at the thought. This leaves you and Sungjin to be lone souls at the table, until he invites you over to watch a video.

“Ya Rachel, you look bored, want to watch Brian play?”

“Am I allowed to?”

“Sure, you can. Scoot over.”

He passes you the phone, and the first five seconds of the video already has your eyeballs popping out of their sockets. Brian was about to land a shot into the hoop and it was clear the opponent attacking from behind was aiming to snatch the ball from his hands. By some mistake, the opponent hooked onto Brian’s arm before landing, the downward force of the movement causing Brian’s shoulder joint to pop from its’ socket. For a split second, you can see his arm hanging limp, with a clear hollow between his shoulder and arm. Yet, Brian merely popped his shoulder back in as he spun around, before charging forward and carrying on with the game like nothing happened. You pause the video in shock, turning to Sungjin in disbelief.

“Is the game- is he- wait I mean, is the- is the game always… this…violent…?”

“Not always, this is one of the more violent games this season but only because it’s the semi-finals.”

“Does he not…feel any pain? How can he carry on playing like that?”

“Oh, that shoulder incident just now? That’s nothing to Kang Bra. It’s happened so many times I’ve lost track of the number of times he’s popped his own shoulder back like it’s a daily occurrence.”

“That’s crazy…”

“Yea but it’s Brian Kang. That guy has done crazier things. His worst injury was probably the one two years back. An opponent twice his size slammed into him at full force, sending him skidding halfway across the court. His skin tore from the burn, and he had soaked through part of his shirt with blood until he realised that he was injured and got pulled off court. Once Brian Kang sets his heart onto something, he never loses focus. We’re just lucky that basketball happens to be one of those things, and earned ourselves a dedicated member for the past 3 years. The only downside is that we have to babysit him all the time when he gets injured, which is very often.”

Turning to Brian Kang, that was when you saw it. He’s playing the game against the younger ones with only one hand today, his right hand resting against his thigh. When he does move it, it’s a slow and small movement, the outline of the bandages on his shoulder showing against the tight-fitting polo tee. He hides his grimace behind a smile, but that doesn’t escape your eye. They say that if you look hard enough, you’ll find what you seek, and today you’ve finally found it.

Your attention on Brian was broken when Jae calls your name, turning your head to face the taller male.

“Rachel! Do you want to come and watch the basketball finals this coming Friday? Esther’s watching the game, so you two can come together.”

Jae’s words catch the attention of Brian, whom now turns to face you in anticipation of your answer. Your eyes flit over to his for a split second, wondering if you should say yes or no. However, looking at Brian only reminds you of the painful injury that he suffered on court, causing your goose bumps to stand. You’ve never been one to have a stomach for the gore and rough play that ensues during sports, and you knew you wouldn’t enjoy the game watching players get injured again and again.

The answer was clear.

“Sorry Jae… I think I’ll give the game a miss. Sports isn’t really my thing but I’m still cheering for all of you nonetheless!”

The table erupts in protest at your words, Wonpil in particular begging you fervently to come. You thank the heavens when the school bell saves you, the boys dispersing in all directions for their next classes. Only Brian lingers a little longer at the table, glancing at you from over his shoulders. He’s thinking of something, you know, but you’ll just have to wait for him to tell you about it.

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Brian is already waiting for you outside your class when it ends, and you’re no longer shocked to see him. It’s been happening frequently for some time now – it would be odd if you didn’t see him instead. Stretching out his hand wordlessly, you take it and he laces his fingers with yours before leading you towards the school gates. He’s silent today and his eyebrows are furrowed – it’s the same look he had at the canteen just now.

“What are you thinking of?”

“I’m glad you asked. I was thinking that you should come and watch our game on Friday. This is all business. We made it to the finals and the whole school will be there. It’s the perfect opportunity to reach a wider audience, and hopefully get their attention more. It’s a long stretch but it’s worth the shot.”

Your heart clenches at the thought of basketball finals, but not because you’ll have to see Im Jaebum, but because you know Brian will get hurt, for sure. He’s the star player of the team; he’s going to be everyone’s target during the finals. You’ve spent the last half of your lesson secretly watching his videos from under your table, and each injury you saw was worst than the next, making your stomach churn and your blood curdle. You really would prefer to not have to witness him taking a beating in person… but he does have a good point. Besides, he’s looking at you with expectant eyes now, and it’s hard to reject him. Finally, you relent.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Great.”

By now, both of you are far from the school gates and out of everyone’s sight. The moment he seals the deal, he lets go of your hand nonchalantly, before continuing on his path in front of you.

Brian Kang, you’re really good at this game.

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daysswithyou · 5 years

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Fallen Chapter 3: Eyes on you

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Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Genre: angst, fake dating, high school romance, fluff, romance

Warnings: Mentions of aquaphobia (fear of water)

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It’s been a month and a half since the incident happened so people would have forgotten about it. We’re all mature young adults so no one is going to make a big deal out of this. I can go about my daily life in school without having to worry about what others think of me. Or The Incident.

But that’s just what you think. And reality is often disappointing.

That bad breakup made you a scarlet letter in school. Whenever someone saw you, their eyes would lower, not-so-subtle fingers began to point in your direction and hushed whispers would fill the hallways. From now on, your name could no longer be dissociated from Im Jaebum’s.

Girl dumped by Im Jaebum.

Crazy ex that went on an assault rampage.

Loose play thing for Im Jaebum.

These were just the tip of the iceberg, and you know that more hurtful lies are probably spreading around like wildfire amongst the school population. Yet you also knows that now, more than ever, you need to keep your head high and show them that you will not back down. You will not lose a fight to Im Jaebum. You have too much pride and dignity to bow down to him.

With that thought in mind, you square your shoulders and look straight ahead at the crowd. They can run their mouths all they want, but you are never giving them the satisfaction of seeing you tremble under their gaze. Your stern expression softens when Esther hooks an arm around your neck, a soft smile lifting the corners of your lips.

“Pay them no attention Rachel, you’re above that. Let’s go set up the class booth and have fun later.”

You nod your head at Esther’s statement, determined to not let anyone ruin your good mood today.

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The annual school carnival is on at full swing right from the very beginning, music blasting from the school’s sound system and students trying to compete with the blaring music by screaming at the top of their voices to aggressively promote their class store. An ensemble of two to three other classmates typically follow behind as walking advertisements with huge boards hanging down the front and back of their bodies. Some “competitors” even go so far as to advertise right in front of your class store, and Esther has to good-naturedly shoo them away before they steal all of your business. With all the mess that you’re associated with now, you opted to help out behind the scenes. It would be better if you didn’t show your face to more people, it would give people less opportunities to talk about you. What’s out of sight is often out of mind. Even so, people still sought you out for the sake of targeting you. From your seat behind the counter preparing ice cream sodas, you get the occasional side-eye and unsolicited comments on your relationship with Jaebum but you swallow the discomfort. You have better control of your emotions now, and you knew it would not be wise to pick a fight. Esther does her best to shield you from prying eyes, and her encouraging smile keeps you going for the rest of your shift together.

“Alright you two, shifts over. Go have some fun!”

Both of you turn at the same time to look in the direction of the familiar booming voice, your homeroom teacher and school discipline master Mr Kim soon coming into view as he strides over with big, purposeful steps. He chases you and Esther out of the class booth as the two of you pass the work for the incoming two classmates to take over, your joints popping in places all over their bodies as contented sighs leave your lips. Esther breaks out into a whole stretching routine behind the class booth to loosen her stiff joints, using the tentage as support. You simply stand by the side, content with laughing as you watch your goofy friend.

“Let’s get food, I’m hungry!”

Esther hooks her arm around yours, attempting to drag you away to the food stalls at the back of the field but you wouldn’t budge from your spot, your eyes fixated on the structure right in your line of vision: a makeshift pool. It was being filled with water, the water level rapidly rising higher. You feel your breath catch in your throat, the airway becoming constricted with each passing second. Flashes of images begin to fill your mind, and your grip on Esther’s arm tightens to steady yourself.

Flailing arms…

Lungs being filled with water...screaming but you can’t hear a sound...

Grasping for something you can’t reach...a mop of hair before it gets dragged underwater... your vision fading to black.

Your legs almost gave way under you but the sudden assault of your memories are broken by the sound of someone yelling right beside you, your ears ringing from the sudden loud noise.

"WHO DO YOU WANT TO SEE GET DUNKED? COME FORWARD TO PUT THEIR NAMES! BUT DON'T FORGET TO GET THEIR PERMISSION FIRST AND RAISE ENOUGH MONEY TO SEE THEM GET DUNKED!"

Jackson pushes through the huge crowd, armed with nothing but his loudspeaker and his booming voice. A steady line forms behind him, all of them clamoring to put down names and raise enough money to see teachers and peers get dunked. How the game works is as such: simply get the person's permission to get dunked, then raise the necessary amount to see the person get dunked. It was always the most popular booth during the annual school carnival; others saw it as a form of entertainment but you saw it as a form of humiliation. And you have every intention to steer clear of that booth.

“Rachel, you ok? Your face is really pale now.”

“Huh? Oh yea, I’m fine Esther. The blood rushing to my head just made my vision swarm just now, happens all the time. Sorry for scaring you.”

“Can you walk now?”

“Yes I can. What do you want to eat? Kebabs?”

“Aigoo you know me so well! Let’s go!”

You follow closely behind Esther as she takes off towards the food stalls. You were just glad to be far, far, far away from the water.

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You promptly forgot about the dunking booth and water, simply enjoying your time eating and winning prizes from the games you played. But soon, it was time for your second shift and you had to leave all the fun behind to get back to the grind again.

We have to pass the dunking booth again on our way back. Don’t look Rachel, remember to not look.

You and Esther approach the dunking booth with minutes and you can see Im Jaebum standing at the top of the podium, reading off names of those about to be dunked. The closer you got to the booth, the faster you walked. Two of the things you hate the most in the world are at the dunking booth: Water and Im Jaebum and so, you have every intention to pass the booth as fast as possible.

But fate has a sick sense of humour and you were the victim of its’ joke once again.

“Oh! We have a surprise addition to the list: Rachel from Class 1! Rachel, where is she? Could you kindly come up to the podium now?”

Jaebum’s words sound sweet and polite, but you can hear the mockery in his voice and see the smirk on his face. You wanted to walk up and punch that smirk off his face, maybe knock a few teeth out so he can never smile again but you were powerless in your situation. Physically assaulting him again would only give people more reason to talk about you when all you wanted was for people to forget. All eyes were on you now as the crowd of people parted like the red sea, making a clear, unobstructed line for you to pass through to reach the podium.

Except that this wasn’t the path to salvation, but the path to imminent death instead.

You wanted to bolt from the scene, but you knew the silent insinuation behind that move.

It would mean that you’re afraid of Im Jaebum.

It would mean that you’re bowing down to Im Jaebum.

Im Jaebum had already crushed your dignity with his hideous lies, and you had no intention to let him trample over your self-esteem now. He had nearly reduced you to nothing in the eyes of the school, and you will not give the whole lot of them the satisfaction of seeing you crumbles to ashes.

Fine Im Jaebum. Two can play this game. You will not see me crumble. Never.

With all eyes on you, you march to the front with your head held high. Yet each step felt like an eternity.

You were deathly afraid of the water, and you were not sure if you would be able to survive this challenge you had so foolishly decided to take up.

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