#one of my fav bachelors <3

[silkenbow]

be careful with him hes nervous

#stardew valley #sdv #harvey #harvey sdv #harvey fanart #harvey stardew valley #one of my fav bachelors <3 #stardew valley fanart

[lazyjellyfish300]

The Woman He Didn't Choose 🌹

AU Bachelor Miguel O'Hara x Fem contestant reader

Synopsis: You went on a dating show just for kicks and giggles but faceplant when Miguel is the Bachelor. You made the final two, but he didn't choose you. Angst ensues.

A/N: I started the new season of The Bachelor and it got me thinking, what if Miguel was The Bachelor 😏😏 and what if it ended badly??!! 😫🤗 I'm thinking of using this as a segue into a new series where it'd be like Bachelor in Paradise where you're a contestant along with Spider-Verse favs like Peter B. Ben, Felicia, MJ, Jess. And there could be a lotta smut 😇 and I might bring Miguel back somehow 🤭let me know what you think.😝

If you're unfamiliar with the TV show The Bachelor, usually the finale is aired live, and the live audience watches the footage of the proposal/rejection of the runner up together and then brings the contestants back out to interview them on stage. Here's an example of what I pictured in my head.. ALSO please listen to the song at the beginning it's literally the PERFECT break up song for Miguel. 😫 Word count 4.6k

DISCLAIMER: I have changed the name of the show for copyright purposes, I don't own or have rights to the TV show The Bachelor and all credit goes to the rightful owners.

TW: ANGST, BREAKUP, SELF DOUBT, GASLIGHTING, INSECURITY, JEALOUSY, MENTIONS CYBER BULLYING ,MENTION OF SEX BUT NO SMUT, DESCRIPTION OF TWO PEOPLE MAKING OUT

Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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The camera pans to you sitting on a green velvet chaise lounge upon a sleek, reflective stage. Your legs were crossed at the ankles, red bottoms peeking out of the slit of the elegant black evening gown you wore.

Your lips were in a pout, trembling as they threatened to give way to a spill of tears that would fall in a neverending cascade down your cheeks. 

You were being made to watch the most horrific heartbreak of your life played back on live television.

Having Miguel look into your eyes mid thrust when the cameras were off and he was on top of you in the Fairytale Suites in Thailand and whisper,

 "I love you....I think you're the one....",

watch you walk down a sandy beach clad in a flowy pink dress that cost $60k and stand in front of peaceful cerulean waters, hands entertwined, look you in the eyes and proclaim in a shaky voice, 

"I feel stronger love for Xina...," was the unforgiving papercut, and being pinned underneath the relentless barrage of scrutiny, hatred, and criticism from the viewers was the lemon juice being poured on top of it. 

You watched yourself on the screen sob as you got into the backseat of the black Escalade as Miguel grimly shut the door behind you. You were taking deep, shaky breaths and leaning on your elbow as you tried to make sense of this profound stab wound he just gave you. Your reddened, teary eyes looked at the camera as your confessional.  

"I.....I don't know what just happened...." You rub your temple and look out the window, your lip trembling and your face scrunching in agony. "The craziest part of all of this is....I still love him...." 

A hushed, sympathetic awh emerges from the live audience. 

You leaned over and cradled your head in your hands in frustration as the black suburban continued to drive. 

"I just.... *shaky breath* wanna.....*choked sob*... be happy...when is it my turn to be happy...?" you break down as the screen fades again to black. This time focusing on you, perched on the chaise lounge onstage. The heartbroken woman Miguel did not choose for his wife. 

The tall host, Jason Donner, is sitting across from you in a black armchair. He has neatly groomed, sandy blonde hair and stubble dotting his square jaw and white, pearly teeth. He looks at you, green eyes in a solemn expressesion. He addresses you, and then the audience in a quiet voice. 

"Wow...that was...truly..... one of the most heartbreaking moments we've seen, I think in all of The Eligible Suitor Nation's history..." 

He says your name quietly, then continues, "Now I am, so, so incredibly sorry that this did not have the happy ending you were hoping for..." 

You're not looking at him but staring off, sad eyes still in a doe-like expression, a tear has escaped your left eye and is trickling down your cheek, followed shortly thereafter by another from your right. 

Jason continues, "Tell me...what are your thoughts as you watch that playback for the first time?" He pauses to hear your answer. 

You stay silent for the longest moment, then you finally break your statue-like gaze and take a deep breath, looking down at a spot on the floor so the audience's piercing stares don't throw off your train of thought.

You suddenly feel a rise of anger and frustration in your chest. What kind of question is that? How do you think I'm supposed to feel? 

You try and keep it cool, the chains of the hefty NDA contract you signed to be on this show keeping you on your best behavior tonight. 

"It feels.....awful, Jason." You look at him, and shrug your shoulders. "I really don't have words for it besides that. It feels awful to watch that." 

Jason nods and leans forward, bringing his fingers  to his mouth in a contemplative manner. "How did it feel when he said Xina was the one, I mean did you see this coming at all?" 

You let out a deep sigh and can't help but roll your eyes a little bit. "No..... no, I did not see this coming, Jason, okay?" You say in an exasperated tone, your words edged with annoyance. "You know what..." 

You stand up, shaking your head. "I can't do this." You rip off your body mic and throw it on your seat. "I can't fucking do this...." You gather up your dress train and carefully walk down the steps of the stage and briskly off the set towards your dressing room, sharp heels echoing as they hit the floor, letting out a large sob as soon as you're out of view, one of the cameramen chasing after you. 

Jason looks at the camera a little mortified by your sudden reaction, but the camera crew and producers are silently rubbing their hands together, the promise of high ratings clouding their vision like stars in their eyes. That's it, bring on the drama. You were delivering tonight. 

Jason clears his throat and flashes a smile at the camera. "Don't worry folks, this has all happened before..." 

The audience gives a nervous chuckle. 

"We'll give her a moment. But just remember, you'll get to catch her again on the beaches of paradise where other hot members of The Eligible Suitor Nation such as the likes of Ben Reilly, *audience cheers* , Felicia Hardy, *audience cheers*, and Peter B....*audience goes nuts* will have a second shot at love in our steamy Singles in Paradise, premiering this summer." 

Jason smiles and raises his voice a little more to be heard over the squeals of the fans. 

"We'll take a quick break but when we come back we'll hear Miguel's side of the story, and, a little later the happy couple will be making their grand debut for the first time in public since their romantic engagement in Thailand, which you'll need to see to believe. I must warn you all, it was probably one of the most romantic proposals we've seen in the show's history. Don't go anywhere folks."

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In the beginning, your friend jokingly submitted an application for you to be on the show after you wouldn't stop bitching about your ex. She reassured you when you freaked out at the email you got from production, confirming your application was accepted. 

"This will be good for you! Even if you don't marry the guy, at least you can get famous and have fun, be on TV for a little bit, get some free alcohol, maybe a nice date or two, yanno? Besides, you'll have a whole new roster of guys at your doorstep after they see your hot ass on television." 

You were still upset until she gave you a list of reasons not to be. Sure, this could be fun, you eventually concluded. You only had a 1 out of 30 chance of winning anyway, why turn a blind eye to the possibilities that could come out of this? 

When Miguel was announced as the eligible man you were going to be fighting for, you quit breathing when you saw how handsome he was. Tall, dark, a little stoic, a little nerdy, wants a family? He was literally pulled directly from your wildest imagination. 

You were intimidated by how attracted to him you found yourself, but you decided when you stepped out of that limo, that you were going to keep your walls up and just enjoy the ride. You greeted him with a shy smile. 

The producers had this weird idea to play up the dramatics that you were supposed to walk in with a bunch of fake autumn leaves from the craft store and throw them in the air and proclaim you're "falling" for him as your signature greeting. 

You walked up to Miguel as he stood in front of the mansion, wearing a poker face. You threw the leaves in the air and one of them flew and smacked him in the face. 

"Ppppppbbbbbbtttfffhh!" 

You said the cheesy ass line, "I'm falling for you Miguel! Geddit?" 

"The shock?...." Miguel gave you a confused look and your cheeks began to heat with embarrassment. 

"Well, I'm from a small town, we're kinda known for our fall colors during the season." You say with a smile. You brushed one of the stray leaves off his shoulder. "I just want you to know I'm very excited for this journey and I can't wait to talk to you more when we go inside?" 

After the initial obnoxiousness of your introduction Miguel managed to put on a polite smile. "Absolutely," he answered. "we'll talk more inside. Thank you for coming." 

You gave his hands a squeeze and walked down a stone path into the large Tuscany style mansion, Miguel's eyes lingering on your figure for just one more moment before he let out a deep sigh. 

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When you started out on the show with 29 other women, you managed to keep a low profile for several weeks, staying out of trouble and befriending most of them, even becoming a fan favorite. Tweets sent out every week with a hashtag in front of your name in support, and constantly ranking in the top 10 favorite contestants in the fan polls on social media. But, it never occurred to you that you had a real shot until, on week 3, a date card with your name on it made its way into the mansion.

Your master plan of just 15 minutes of fame quickly morphed into a life or death situation for your heart when you went on that amazing first date with Miguel to see your all time favorite rock band: Goo Goo Dolls. They played Iris and brought you on stage in front of everyone. You slow danced as the song played, and he leaned in close, softly singing the lyrics in your ear, dedicating the whole thing to you. 

"You're the closest to heaven, that I'll ever be and I don't wanna go home right now. And all I can taste is this moment. And all I can breathe is your life. And sooner or later it's over. I just don't wanna miss you tonight..."

And if the whole scene couldn't get any more romantic, a delicate shower of rain began to fall, and you and Miguel shared your first kiss which quickly snowballed into a makeout session on live TV.

Ever since that date, you became one of his favorites. Sometimes you swore he would look for you first as he entered a room. His eyes scanning urgently until they came to rest on you where they would linger for just a moment. Scarlet eyes that seemed to bleed only for you. 

A language only you two could understand, before he'd gently look away, not wanting to give away his undeniable pull towards you in a crowd of many. 

In between dates, you'd send little tokens to him through the producers like a sticky note that said "thinking of you..." or your favorite dad jokes. He'd read them with a smile and have them respond for him in the form of small Hershey's kisses or a sticky note that said in his messy handwriting,"couldn't stop thinking about you, either"

You'd giggle on top of cloud nine when he'd answer you back and you hid them quietly in your suitcase, not telling a soul. 

Watching him kiss and date other women was much, much more difficult than you expected. Sometimes the way he'd look at one of the other girls would cause you to want to throw in the towel right then and there. 

When you heard that he had kissed them, you couldn't get that mental image out of your mind, much less when you unfortunately witnessed it with your own eyes at one of the pre-elimination ceremony cocktail hours. 

The way she was straddling his lap, making herself look so small in it....the way he was groaning into her mouth, the sounds their lips were making as they moved against each together, letting his hands wander down her back and come to rest on her ass...

The painful sting of jealousy was so unbearable that you just ran away, tears burning hot down your cheeks until you could lock yourself in the bathroom and just settle in a heap on the floor, hand clasped around your mouth so nobody could hear you cry. 

It was so fucking unfair. You couldn't even be upset because this was what you signed up for. You thought you had a fairly strong grip on your self worth when you started the show, but every day tested you more than you ever thought possible. 

You spent hours every morning getting ready with your hair, makeup, and outfits, walking out with your chest high, only to see the way one of the other women's hair just fell so flawlessly or how she barely needed any makeup to look perfect, or how her body just looked way hotter than yours in her tight dress,  causing it to deflate once again. 

But those moments when you finally had him all to yourself felt like you were the only woman in his world. Miguel knew just the right words to hum into your ear and just the right way to touch you with his fingertips. There was no place on Earth like his arms. His heartbeat was a lullaby that could calm you like nothing else. He was making you fall rapidly like no other man from your past could. You buried your head in the sand, taking his words at face value, foolishly believing that he wasn't repeating the exact same thing to everyone else. 

You took the sweet nothings he'd whisper to you and make it gospel. Speeding naively down a road that lead to a dead end of disappointment. Week after week, as the show's episodes aired, the illusion you built yourself crumbled. Words you thought he conjured up just for you reduced to the punchline of some sick undercover joke as he turned around and repeated them to the next woman. 

Realizing the walls of the house you lived in were made out of porcelain. The stone of his betrayal knocking it to pieces. The curtains peeling back revealing layer after layer, causing your mind to go mad with self doubt, not even sure if you knew this man who you uprooted your life for and handed your dignity and heart over to on a silver platter.

 Who was this man who sang those sweet lyrics in my ear while we slow danced like we were straight out of a movie? Who was this man who I followed to the ends of the Earth, made a fool out of myself on live television for? You felt a deep pit in your stomach after every episode. 

Not only did you have to contend with the troubling confusion that this man who you thought you loved wasn't who he said he was, you had to deal with the fact that the show's production was now trying to twist your character for the sake of drama. 

You noticed that things you said were taken out of context and edited as spicy sound bites, painting you as this drama queen and passive aggressive trouble maker in the house. You sort of became their selected agent of chaos once the other firecrackers eventually got eliminated and needed someone new to fill in the villain's shoes. 

You watched the episodes play back with a puzzled look on your face. You knew what you said, you went on the dates, you heard the words that were being spoken, you kissed the man, you gave your body to him, and yet, everything you thought you knew was being challenged before your very eyes. Piecing together two separate versions of him that lived in your head. You thought you were slowly going insane. 

When it eventually came down to you and Xina as the final two for Miguel to choose from, Xina was the soft spoken, drop-dead gorgeous, intelligent, cookie-cutter, Christian sweetheart that every man could hope to bring home to meet his mother. 

Conchata and Gabe took an immediate liking to her during the meet the parents episode right before the finale. During hometown visits, Xina's parents were an endearing couple who had been married for 30+ years who she had an amazing relationship with. If you had to lose Miguel to any woman, then of course it would have been her. 

Meanwhile, you were the framed "bad girl" with tattoos and a cursing habit. You were a little more open about your sexuality, making crass jokes with the other women in the house. You'd definitely burn up if you were to enter a church. At hometowns, your home life was comparatively messier to Xina's with divorced parents and an absent father. 

Your mom and siblings met Miguel and loved him immediately, of course. Every week as the show aired and drew closer to the finale, you had to endure seeing endless tweets and memes putting you down. Lots of older women calling you a whore, saying you're trouble and telling Miguel to run for the hills while lifting up Xina at your expense. 

Conchata disliked you instantly. She raised an eyebrow at your top that was slightly too low cut, and your thigh tattoo that peeked out a little under your skirt. At least Gabe thought you were cool, but you remember how nervous you were sitting through filming when Conchata was grilling you on the patio outside the luxurious suite she was staying in.

"How do you feel about my son?"  She asked, silently giving you a test you were unaware you were taking. 

You paused for a moment. "Well... I love your son, ma'am. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with him." 

Conchata raised an eyebrow. "But do you even know him? You've only been dating him for a few weeks. I know him better than anyone as his mother, and it seems as though he's made really strong connections with some of the other women." 

You tried to shrug off the knot in your tummy her words just left you. "Well...I do, Mrs. O'Hara. He makes me feel special every time I see him. He and I communicate really well and always check in with one another. He has everything I'm looking for in a life partner: strong willed, calm, kind, hard working, intelligent...he makes me happy and I would be honored if he chose me." 

Conchata didn't react, just tightened her lips in a straight line and took another sip of wine. "I see...well, I'm glad that you feel that way and you take such an interest in my son. But, do you honestly see him choosing you at the end of all of this?"

You feel your gut clench again at her question, anger, confusion, insecurity rising within you all at once, but you manage to fake a smile and say, "Well, I can see him as my husband, and I want him to choose me. But, it's ultimately his decision alone. All I can do is hope for the best."

Conchata clicks her teeth and gives you a fake smile. "Indeed...that's all you can do, right?" She stands up. "It was lovely chatting with you."

She already turns to leave before you can muster out a weak, "you too..." 

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Now, tonight on the live season finale, your head was in your hands, with your ears covered like a small child in your dressing room, trying to drown out the sound of the crowd cheering hysterically as Miguel walked up on stage, shaking hands with Jason and sitting on the couch. You heard another loud, lasting round of applause from the audience as Xina eventually walked out joining him. 

You finally felt brave enough to walk back outside and watch the scene from one of the screens backstage, but once you walked up to see it closer you immediately wish you just stayed curled in a ball in your dressing room. 

Xina looked so perfect next to Miguel. Her raven hair fell in soft layers just past her shoulders leaning against him with a hand on his thigh and one of his hands tenderly holding onto the side of her hip, nearly resting on her ass. A gorgeous, dainty solitaire diamond on her ring finger on her left hand. 

Miguel was looking at her through love-blown pupils as she spoke in her quiet, low, sultry voice, the grin on his face widening even more when her lovely dark eyes came to rest on him between sentences. They were in love. And he was happy. She was happy. There was no denying that now that you forced yourself to see it with your own eyes. Who were you to stand in their way of being together, if they were building a life together they both equally wanted....right? 

Even if your heart technically was the collateral damage.

You couldn't pull your gaze away at how perfect they looked. But simultaneously couldn't comprehend how the same man sitting next to her was the one who sang you that song. The same one who took you on a carriage ride in Scotland. The same one who would wink at you after he'd give you a rose at each elimination ceremony. The same one who held you while you began to cry about missing your dad, a shared pain between you two that you could bond over, the same one who spent all night taking his time on you in a dim hotel room in Thailand and told you that you're the one, all for him to suddenly flip overnight and choose her instead. 

You felt like you couldn't watch anymore and just walked back into your dressing room, quickly packing your suitcase, wondering if it was too late to cancel your flight tomorrow and just hope there was room on the red eye flight tonight instead. Wishing you could fast forward time to a place where the sound of his name would no longer feel like a million knives cutting into you. 

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Some time later, a soft knock comes at your door. Before you can ask who it is, he's already walking in and you feel sick to your stomach, the sounds of his footfalls a not too distant memory that you could still distinguish as his. You try to wipe your eyes, not daring to turn around. 

"What is it?" You ask in a flat tone as you resume folding your clothes and squeezing them into your suitcase that threatened to overflow. 

Miguel is looking at you with a sorrowful expression. "I need to apologize to you..." 

"I don't want to hear it." 

"Please..." he begs, walking up to you so you can nearly feel his breath on the back of your neck. 

You turn and face him and his lips part a little bit when he sees how much hurt you're in. He goes to cup your face but you swat his hand away and walk to the other side of the room instead. 

Miguel clenches his fist and closes his eyes. 

"At least tell me you'll be alright..." 

"-oh I'll be fine." You say firmly, crossing your arms. "I've lived without you before, and I'll figure out how to do it again." 

Miguel looks at you with a sad expression. It hurt him to think you actually wanted a life without him in it, but he couldn't blame you. He got what he wanted. He chose the woman he loved the most, and this was the consequence. But deep down he's too selfish to think about you moving on. 

Was it his ego? Was he really prepared to let you go for good? Were his feelings for Xina exaggerated and rather clouded by the whole fairytale notion and weak logic of finding a forever companion on a reality game show? 

He couldn't have his cake and eat it too. He knew he had to let you go. He knew you didn't want an apology, you didn't want to hear a sob story or excuses or false hope that you would always have a piece of his heart, even if it was true deep down. He thought carefully for a moment, then he finally said in a soft voice,

"For what it's worth, I really do wish you the best..."

You look at him. And, just for a moment those lingering feelings you tried so hard to bury make themselves known as he's wearing a look on his face you haven't seen since he was still in love with you. 

Tears threaten your composure again and you quickly turn around, gazing upwards in hopes of keeping them in. "Don't do that..." you say in a near whisper. 

Miguel responds in an equally hushed tone, the tension much more palpable. "Do what....?"

"Look at me that way...." The tears are flowing and you know you need to wrap this up now before you or him say something you'll regret. 

"You're looking at me the same way you look at her..." 

A lump forms in Miguel's throat because he realizes he really does still love you. But he loves Xina too. He made a choice and a commitment to her and it was time to see it through. But that didn't make this farewell any easier. He whispers your name again and you shake your head. 

"I'm fine. I'll be fine. I promise." You give him a weak smile as the tears blur your vision. He takes a step towards you but you shake your head quickly, shifting past him to grab your suitcase. 

He closes his eyes in defeat and tenses his jaw, a tear escaping the corner of his eye. 

You hobble past him with your heavy suitcase, struggling to carry it in your heels. You prop open the door and look back at him one more time and he looks at you, giving you a weak smile. You nod, and your anger subsides for just a moment. "I meant what I said...you know...before..." 

Miguel's chest rises and falls. You don't have to elaborate for him to understand. He still remembers the hidden way you two used to communicate, even if this may be the last time he ever does. 

"Thank you..." he says gently, meaning it. 

You swiftly turn your head, pulling up the handle on your luggage and gather your dress in your free hand as the door softly clicks behind you. You make sure you're out of earshot before you break down crying again. 

As your flight coasts gently through the midnight sky, you lean against your window as though it was Miguel, or at least the version of him that lived in your memory. You close your eyes this time, the distant glow of the moon outside lulling you and beckoning you to a place where your thoughts can't torment you at last, succumbing to a well-deserved rest. 

Miguel stands in his hotel room, gazing at the cityscape outline in the distance, the same moon standing watch in the obsidian skies above. Xina gently calls for him and he turns around and gives her a tired smile as he crawls in bed next to her and holds her close. He shuts off the beside lamp. His mind quickly shakes off the memory of the color of your eyes before he drifts asleep. 

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[meangirls-imagines]

Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses 💪 emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

#regina george x reader #karen shetty x reader #gretchen wieners x reader #aaron samuels #cady heron #janis imi'ike #damian hubbard #poly!plasticsverse

[forgeofthenine]

Hi, can i request our fav tieflings finding Tav who was hiding from everyone cus they were having a panic/anxiety attack? And tieflings comforting them?

Could be before them forming a relationship, could be after, however you prefer ^^

This one was an interesting request to write, particularly because I had to base the headcanons on both my own experiences and what I know of how other people experience anxiety attacks. I ended up deciding to be fairly vague about things, but all the tieflings are in an existing relationship with the reader in these :)

The bachelors helping their partner through a panic attack

Dammon

Dammon knows pretty quick when you seemingly disappear, especially if he already thinks you might not be doing so well

It doesn't take him long to find you hidden away in your shared bedroom, the panic radiating from you obvious to the tiefling

He's very aware that if he isn't careful it could make things worse

You'll find he's very careful with getting your attention, gently making his presence known

Dammons first response once he does have your attention is to check if he can touch you

There's no way he's touching you unless you initiate or tell him it's okay

If you do let him, you can expect to be wrapped up in a huge warm hug

Dammons breath on your ear as he talks you through it, using a mix of deep pressure therapy and his words

It's easy to focus on the feeling of him when your boyfriend acts like a weighted blanket for you

Warm hands rub over your arms, slow repetitive motions that sooth you as soon as he does it

Dammons careful with comforting you, and he's happy to sit with you curled up against him for hours if it's what you need

Zevlor

Zevlor always has a little latent worry for you, no matter what

He's lived through a lot and he knows how overwhelming anxiety feels

When he sees you struggling he keeps a better eye on you, and when you slip away for too long he'll go check in on you

It's when he finds you hyperventilating alone in your shared room that his heart absolutely breaks

Zevlor is quick to get your attention before anything gets worse, bringing your focus back to him

He's the type to take you through breathing exercises, leading you with his own breathing

It doesn't matter how many times he has to restart or regain your focus, he'll stay there for as long as it takes

And you can guarantee that once you're settled again he'll take the rest of the day to spoil you

You'd like a kiss? Absolutely, you look cold too, let him wrap this fluffy blanket around you

Zevlor delivers you food and drinks for the next couple days, knowing you're eating and drinking eases the tieflings own anxiety

Rolan

Rolan can act like he's better than others or that people are just an inconvenience to him, but he loves the people close to him fiercely

You're one of the people he's very protective of, possibly even moreso than Cal or Lia

When he finishes up with running the tower for the day and stumbles on you having a panic attack he's already kicking himself

Once Rolan has your attention he knows exactly what he's going to try to ground you

He leads you through the 5-4-3-2-1 technique

Name 5 things you can see, 4 you can feel, 3 you can hear, 2 you can smell, and 1 you can taste

Rolans so patient as he encourages you through it, holding your hands and praising you for every thing you can name

He's another that barely lets you out of his sight for the next few hours, but he tries to be smooth about it

Runs you a relaxing bath with all the extras, asks if he can wash your hair for you, the whole nine yards

Beneath his spiky exterior Rolan is truly very caring and sweet, a bit like a bright red magically inclined mother hen

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

[ivygguk]

kim taehyung fic recs!!!

my favs<3

One-shots:-

Lover's Revenge - @kooktrash

summary:- you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

All you want - @kooktrash

summary:- in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

Heatwave - @curly-bangtan

Summary: When your town is hit with a heatwave, and the air conditioning at your shared place coincidentally malfunctions, you start to go a little crazy at your shit luck because there’s nothing you hate more than clammy pits, while Taehyung goes a little crazy thinking you’re trying to seduce him with your tiny shorts and popsicle-sucking skills.

Loverboy - @kookslastbutton

Summary: After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

These things take time (supernatural au) - @laughing-with-god

Summary: There's something wrong with your boyfriend Taehyung. At least, you think it's him.

Electra heart - @kooktrash

summary:- just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil?

#bts #bts v #bts taehyung #kth #taehyung x reader #taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #thv #taehyung x oc #taehyung smut #v smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts scenarios

[simpxxstan]

perfect complements (ch. 3)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, slight smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

series word count (till current chapter): 7.3k

chapter word count: 2.7k

rating: 13+ (for this chapter)

warnings: bickering, alcohol mention (very slight), plot dumps hehe.

a/n: so we're on our way! the plot is getting deeper, so i hope you stay for the ride! and my fav minghao is finally here <3 and i think, just like this time, i'll be updating every weekend. thank you, again, for reading!

taglist for the fic: @minhui896

series masterlist

And that’s how you find yourself walking up the stairs to Seungcheol’s apartment, begrudgingly because all you can feel right now is the sting of the February wind on your body. You know the apartment very well, you’ve been here before. Seungcheol hosted last New Year’s party. 

The door is slightly ajar, as if waiting for you. It yields to a slight push, and you can hear mellow music flowing from within. As the door opens up, you can see Seungcheol’s broad frame sitting on the kitchen counter, a sheet of paper in his hand. He notices you almost immediately, as the squeak of the door gives way. “You’re here.” 

There’s something about seeing him in casual clothing that never fails to take your breath away. You can count on your fingers the number of times you’ve seen Seungcheol dressed casually- usually an extremely oversized hoodie and sweatpants. But today is slightly different: the sweatpants are still there, but he’s wearing a jacket zipped up halfway, with a black shirt inside, fitting right onto his wide chest. His glasses are, as usual, perched on his nose, and he's looking through them, straight into your eyes.

“And you’re cold,” he continues, before slipping right off the counter and walking towards you. “I underestimated the February winds, and the time it’d take me to walk to your house.” “You walked?” “I am climate conscious, as an economist firmly believing in sustainable development, unlike you, Mr. Let-me-show-you-my-shiny-new-car.” You have your arms against your chest, in a desperate attempt to control the cold waves wracking your body, and he seems to notice it.

“Well, lucky for you, my apartment is heated. And-” he smoothly unzips his jacket and hands it over to you. It’s instinct, you take a step back from his hand offering the jacket. “No, I’m alright. Your apartment is really warm.” “Y/N. I don’t want my favourite professor to fall ill after they visit my apartment. Imagine what my reputation would be. Imagine what Wonwoo would think.” You shiver at the thought, it’s manipulative as fuck, but it’s a very real possibility. You almost want to reject the jacket even further so that Wonwoo can actually get a reason to fire him now- but no, you’re not that low. The evil tangent of your mind coils back before you let it run too far. 

You slowly take the jacket from his hand, and slip it around you. 

It’s crazy. Seungcheol is suddenly all over you. So this is what it’s like to be hugged by him. You’re again trying to reel in your thoughts, when he interrupts. “Let’s get to it now, shall we?” He walks over to the counter, lifts the sheet of paper, and the colour pencils. “I watched videos on youtube on-”

You burst out laughing, the cold long forgotten, now totally comfortable wrapped with the jacket. “You watched colouring videos on youtube?” He’s a little shocked at your laughter, “Yeah, I mean I-” “Oh you’re so silly. Where do we sit?” “I don’t know, wherever you like.” 

You look around his apartment, and you shake your head disapprovingly. The appeal of studio apartments never stood out to you, especially one which is a classic bachelor pad. It’s completely open layout, will be a mess when he finally marries, but you guess it’s economical for a man living alone. There’s no dining space- just the kitchen counter. There’s a small excuse of a coffee table in front of the sofa, but there’s no place to sit around it even on the floor. There’s a huge television, speakers and a few ornamental cabinets. And then, there’s obviously, the bed. It’s the biggest bed you’ve ever seen, and quite remarkable. It’s the most distinct feature of his apartment, and you shudder at the thought of why Choi Seungcheol had to invest in buying such a big, beautiful bed and not even in buying a big enough console table to make the living space look gainly. God knows how many women he brings around.

“The counter looks best. Good lights.” “Coffee or wine? Or whisky? If you’re still cold-” “Wine is fine, thank you.” You gently sit at the stool in front of the counter, and he settles down on a stool next to you, two glasses of red wine in his hands. “Thanks.” 

You sip the wine, letting it calm your nerves, while watching Seungcheol fiddle with the colours. He divides them into half, and hands you one set. “You colour everywhere with these colours, and I colour with mine.” “No! That’s now how it works. It’ll ruin the coordination, Seungcheol!” Your voice is drawling, the same way you explain to your neighbour’s five year old daughter when you babysit her sometimes. The way Choi Seungcheol is looking at you, his brown eyes wide, his bangs gently falling below his brows, you don’t see the differences. 

“We have to coordinate and colour together. Then the picture will look good! Here. I’ll start with the river. You can start with the trees. All greens, yellows, maybe brown,you know?” He nods, picking up the greens and eyeing them curiously. “It’s been years since I used these.” “They’re just like pencils,” and you swivel around, trying to shift a little to let Seungcheol get more access to the paper, and you end up hitting his knee. Thankfully, he ignores it, as he gets to work, his lips being bitten constantly as he focuses with immense dedication. You almost want to pat his hair. 

_

Hours have passed, the glass of wine is long finished, but the picture is just two-thirds through. Your arms and legs are hurting from sitting in this position, so you step down the stool to stretch your limbs. He’s still colouring, and you’re actually shocked. This is the longest in the last two years that the two of you have spent without even any minute teasing or bickering. It’s a comfortable silence you can enjoy with a few people only, and you’re surprised that Seungcheol is one of them. “If you’re done staring, come and complete this bit of the sky.” His words cut through the soft moment when you were at peace, so you’re quick to quip back. “Your apartment is so boring. There’s nowhere more comfortable to sit.” He now looks up, finally, his fingers rotating the pencil in his hand. “There’s always the bed,” you don’t miss the smirk. “And what makes you think I’d want to sit in your bed? As dirty as it must be.” “To fuel my fantasies, if not for anything else.”

There’s an instant rush of blood to your brain, and yet it short-circuits. He steps off the stool, casually. You’re a little confused but then you realise his feet were already touching the ground, so it’s easier for him. “More wine?” he asks, and you shake your head. “No, thank you. I’ll just finish the sky bit and leave.” The watch on your wrist shows it’s already ten at night. “Stay for dinner.” You scoff, “Jeez Seungcheol. Laying the bribe on heavy?” “I don’t need to bribe you, Professor. You know you like the food I make.” You bite your tongue. It’s true- you’ll never admit it though. He’s an excellent cook, you know this because he often brings lunch for y’all at University. You wonder how it’s possible for someone with so much ego to even cook well. 

“I’ve made mac and cheese, the best way to warm you for the February night. It’ll work wonders for you, just like my jacket.” 

You gasp, quite audibly, and he chuckles. Instantly, you take the jacket off and throw it on the sofa. “I’m sorry for wearing it-” “Hey, you were shivering. I only saved a life. Say thank you Doctor Choi!” he lulls, stepping closer to you. He picks up the jacket from the sofa, and wears it. You turn away from him, walking to the counter, so you miss the small action of him sniffing the jacket. 

You pick up the lightest blue to colour the clouds. He doesn’t step close to you, rather staying at his spot, choosing to watch you. Your strokes are suddenly imprecise: not because he’s staring at you, but because you’re in a rush to finish this and get home before it’s too late. 

“This may actually be working, you know.” He says finally, once you’re done with the biggest cloud.

“What?” You ask, downing the last sip of wine, and looking up at him sideways. 

“Therapy. I think I already like you more, now that you’re sitting like a kid on my kitchen counter, finishing colouring homework.” 

You lick your lips. You would have actually agreed with him, that this session had been a good one, but no. Choi Seungcheol always knew how to spoil it. Just when you were about to reply, his phone rang, and he walked away to answer the call. But you could still hear him say Oppa is busy tonight, sorry Hyerin-ah. Oppa. Jesus, the audacity to call himself Oppa. Oppa will meet you on Sunday? Again, darn it. And he was speaking with an even deeper tone now that he was speaking softly. Was this his seduction voice? Not that you cared-

The pencil from your hand dropped to the floor. You looked up, alarmed. He looked up, alarmed. Aah, no that’s just someone I have over. She dropped something so- no! What? She’s just a colleague from university. Hyerin, don’t tell Eomma about this, hmm? Okay, see you on Sunday!

“You’re hiding me from your Eomma?” You’ve finished colouring the remaining bits, and the picture looks… decent. It has some kind of harmony going throughout- and although you can point out some places when Seungcheol’s brush marks don’t cover the white background well enough, you’re happy to let it pass. 

“I’m hiding every woman on this planet from my Eomma. She’s decided to hitch me a wife before I turn thirty-three, and she doesn’t care who they are as long as they are single.” You chuckle, he joins you. It’s weird to think Seungcheol is that scared of his mom. But then, he probably is a mama's boy spoiled to the worst degree- no wonder he is scared of his mom. 

“I’m not single. So you don’t have to hide me from your mom.” You say, in between your laughter. He stops laughing slowly, making his way towards you. 

You pick up your bag and extend your arm, not expecting him to shake it. But he does, and it makes you shiver harder. “Goodnight, Choi Seungcheol. This was not-the-best-but-not-the-worst way to spend a weekday evening. I’ll see you in Uni tomorrow.” He doesn’t let go of your hand, reminding you only how much you’re going to miss the warmth of his h- apartment, once you leave. “Goodnight, Prof. Y/N. Go home safe.” 

And you leave without turning and seeing the smallest of smiles creeping up his face as he stands at the door. 

-

“Aigoo! Our kids are here!” 

It must be a coincidence that you and Seungcheol arrive at the same time, greeted by the warm smiles of Minghao and Minhee sitting together, most likely the latter filling up the former on whatever gossip he missed out on these last few days he was away.

“Minghao, you’re back! Uni was unbearable without you!” You engulf him in a warm hug, his chuckles rumbling through your embrace. “What can I say? I had to come back when I heard the news.” You step back, a hand still on Minghao’s arm. “What news?” “That our kids have started taking colouring classes?” 

As if on dramatic cue, both you and Seungcheol groan, leaving Minhee and Minghao to burst out laughing. 

“Wonwoo really can’t keep anything to himself, can he?” 

“Show us the picture!” Minhee whines, and Seungcheol reluctantly takes it out from his bag, keeping it on Minghao’s desk. The two maknaes start cooing at the picture again, floating out praises on how well their “kids” had done while colouring. 

“Minghao, man, how was the trip?” Seungcheol asks when the cooing finally stops. 

“Same old. No new faces. Except one, but they weren’t interesting at all. An addition that has truly only worsened the pool. We so need fresh ideas and talent. All this math isn’t taking us anywhere at all!” 

“Math is the only truth, Minghao.”

“No, there is no truth, Seungcheol. It’s all versions of ideas framed by man. There are phenomena, and then there are explanations. Math is just one of those explanations.”

“I beg to-”

“No, I agree with Minghao on this one,” surprisingly Minhee pipes in. “Just like how Y/N and Hyunsik are dating for four years but there’s absolutely no truth about why she’s still with him. There can only be explanations of it, but no one knows the truth.” 

First, there’s a dead silence in the staffroom. You can do nothing but stare at Minhee, who stares right back at you. 

“Isn’t your fourth year anniversary coming up? Next month, if I’m not wrong? Is he planning to come and see you, at least?” 

You’re suddenly out of breath, our of words, and out of thoughts. The first emotion you feel is fear, and then panic, and finally embarrassment. Even if you’re looking at Minhee, the only eyes you can feel right now are those of Seungcheol, sitting right opposite to you. 

“Minhee, what are you saying?” Minghao intervenes, always the peacemaker.

“No, I want to know-”

“Minhee-ah. Noona’s personal life isn’t up for debate here.”

“I know Hao. I just feel that Unnie should have the guts to accept things and not hide her face like a ostrich.”

“Now is not the time to discuss that.”

“Yes! See! That’s why it never gets discussed!” 

Your face is turning redder by the minute, but you’re still too shocked to say anything. It’s been months since anyone has asked about your relationship, Minhee has always been nosy, but never before has she called you out so publicly. 

Except it’s not even calling you out, you realise. It’s a stupid accusation.

“What Noona and Hyunsik Hyung are going to do for their fourth-year anniversary is really not your business, Minhee. I know we’re best friends but-”

You stand up, and place a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “No, she’s right. He’s probably not going to come home. But that doesn’t imply any of the connotations you’re trying to draw from it, Minhee. If you’re so desperate for gossip, you should spend more time at the female hostel. I’m sure the kids will have plenty to tell you.”

Minhee looks like she wants to say something, but Seungcheol speaks up. 

“Okay Minhee, I think that’s enough. Don’t make her uncomfortable, please.” He stands up, looking right into your eye, and you look back. “I’m not-” “Y/N, please. No one is judging you. Minhee, please take a breath of fresh air from outside and come back in. Cool down, for god’s sake,” and Minhee has no option but to comply (although with a loud huff). Everyone complies when Seungcheol uses that voice.

But you hate it. You think you can double over and die, crumble rather than receive Choi Seungcheol’s pity, protection and pretence of care. Minghao wraps an arm around your shoulder, but you shirk away. You’re stronger than this. They can’t just lash out at your insecurities and break you down. No, Seungcheol shouldn’t know-

“Noona.” Minghao speaks again, and you snap out of your spiral. You realise it’s just the two of you in the room now, no Seungcheol. You’re sighing out of relief. 

“Do you want some coffee?”

He’s holding your hand, and you can see the smallest finger on your left hand shaking even in his grip.

“Yes, please. Can’t go to class like this.”

“Don’t mind Minhee. She’s- volatile.”

“I know. It’s not her I mind-”

“I know. But don’t mind him either. He’ll never judge you, you know that right?”

“Minghao, you’re so-”

“No, I’ve been seeing him around you for two years now. And I’m not wrong. He’ll never judge you. Or hurt you. Just like neither will I. Nor Minhee. Nor Wonwoo.”

You sigh again. Your temples are throbbing, and you know it’s going to get worse through the day. You also have a session with Dr. Lee today, surprisingly a solo one. God, it’ll be a long one.

“I know. Now can we please get coffee? And tell me more about your conference. I need some distractions.”

Minghao smiles and hugs you gently, before standing up and walking out of the staffroom, you following right behind him.

#choi seungcheol #s.coups #s.coups x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fluff #seventeen series #s.coups series #s.coups fluff #s.coups fanfiction #seungcheol fanfiction #seungcheol x y/n #seungcheol series #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol x reader #seventeen fanfic #perfect complements series #simpxxstan

[ieatsmallorphansnamedtom]

Hi, I have a request: can you do something similar to your Elliot “falling in love” but with Shane? I thought it was so cute (helps that Elliot is already a romantic, honestly one of my fav bachelors), and I would like to see how it’d be with the chicken man :)

Shane Falling in Love with the Farmer Headcanons

Of course! :) I was already planning on doing one of him so good timing haha. I hope you like it. As always, thank you for the ask!

Shane first realised he liked you at the dock. At first, he thought it was a platonic love, or just a general like of you in general. You were much kinder to him than other people and made an active effort to show him that. Maybe it was just the setting, or the topic at hand, but he'll never forget that night.

You get a lot of eggs. It's kind of obvious he'd gift you that, considering he is the chicken man. But eventually he starts to convince Marnie to lower the prices of her chickens and ducks so you can buy more. He wants to share that love he has for them with you!

At first, (when he thinks the love is platonic) he's just overall a lot nicer to you. Marnie is quick to take notice, and while she has her suspicions, she's just glad her nephew found a new friend. He needs a lot of support, so she's quick to thank you and you guys grow a good bond with one another.

It's when he realises he likes you romantically that things get weird. He suddenly becomes both distant and somewhat clingy. One day he'll follow you like a dog on a lead and the next you can barely get a word out of him. It's just what he needs to do to process his emotions. His self-esteem is way low, so it's going to be a little hard on him. He still values you; he just needs some space.

He talks about you a lot. It's usually to his chickens (especially Charlie), and Marnie notices he spends a lot more time in the coop. One time she was cleaning up the animals when she heard him talking.

"I don't know what to do, Charlie. I mean, I like the farmer, but what if they don't like me back? I don't want to screw this up."

She knew who he was talking about. On one hand, she's elated he's found someone. On the other hand, she's also worried what may happen if you don't like him back. Shane notices her different behaviour the next day and is a little worried, but he brushes it off.

He tries to cut back on his drinking. If he's going to have any chance with you, he wants to make sure he's well enough to be a good partner (or friend, if the former can't be). It's hard, of course, but he makes some progress.

He teaches you how to raise chickens! You too can now be the chicken master! He's super thankful to be able to spend time with you. Just don't ask him why he's doing it because he'll go all red. It's totally an excuse to hang out with you more but he doesn't want to admit that.

Unlike Elliott, he's pretty chill. If you read by Elliott headcanon you'd know I think that man would be losing his crap. Shane, however, is a lot better at covering it up. Of course, you'll catch him staring every once in a while, but he's not sending you love letters each day. It's still very much obvious to those close to him, though.

Marnie invites you over a lot. It's very obvious to her and Jas, and they want to do their best to get you together. Jas straight up asks if you're dating and Shane chokes on his food. He heads to his room for a bit to calm down afterwards. Man is red-faced. Jas actually asks you this a lot. She means no harm (usually) and just wants to know but doesn't seem to realise how stressed it makes Shane.

"Are you dating Shane yet?" "Are you gonna marry Shane?" "Can I come to your house when you're married?"

-~-~-

All finished! I hope you like it anon. I really wanted to include a confession bit but that would make it unfair to the Elliott fans. I'll just do them whenever someone asks. Thank you for the compliments to my Elliott HCs!! I appreciate it so much!! <3

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #headcanons stardew #stardew headcanon #sdv shane #shane stardew valley #stardew valley x farmer #stardew valley shane #sdv x farmer #sdv jas #sdv marnie #sdv shane x reader #stardew shane #ieatsmallorphansnamedtom

[etincelleart]

btw I saw in your bio that you're composing music o:

did you ever post what you've made, and if not, would you ever? i just really love music and i love seeing what other musicians make :]

Yeah I do compose music and I mostly post everything on Youtube and Soundcloud ! I should probably put my link in my pinned post-

I'm mostly doing it for fun and express stuff and it's not particularly amazing or what but I just have fun with my voice, instruments and my DAW aha. I can put in this answer a few links to some original stuff I did, I also do covers ! I'll share that from the most recent one to the oldest :)

If you're interested, here's my Youtube and my Soundcloud !

Also that's funny because I saw this ask earlier and it motivated me to finish a compo I had in my files since last summer, so I just posted it tonight-

The previous one was a song I composed based on the dream I had that inspired me my ocs Gris and Fauve and their stories ! It's in french

The one before is based on one of my fav artist's (Fakhear) character, Basqa :]

This one was for a uni project for my bachelor's degree in animation, 3 years ago ! Also in french

This one is an improvisation I did when I got my mic as a gift for Chrismas in 2020

And the first one I ever shared ! I composed a few others but never finished them and would love to reuse them at some point.

#music #art #original #original song #song

[neet-elite]

Who is your favourite bachelor from Stardew Valley?

sam. samson. pretty blonde boy sammy. my one true love.

though im not sure if that would be easy to guess, because i mostly write and draw for sebastian, i think? i just find seb the easiest to characterize and draw. fuck sams hair frfr.

but sunshine puppy boy sam is my fav <3 love dumb blonde bitches <3

#💌mail #which is why whitney is my fav too :D

[steddiecameraroll]

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I'm R, she/he, queer, elder-millennial. Thanks for checking out my steddie-obsessed space. If you're here, then you are probably in the same boat. 💕

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List of WIP and completed fics with main tags under the cut

Ratings:

E - will have explicit smut

M - will have sexual content but no explicit smut

T - won't have any sexual content other than kissing

WIP:

Maybe You'll Start Slipping Slowly (and Find Me Again) - 7/9 chapters - part 2 of series - 70,861 words so far - Rating E - modern AU, angst, cheating, post-breakup, hurt/no comfort, 💔, unhealthy coping mechanisms, future fic, divorced Steve, DILF Steve (eventually), eventual happy ending, steddie end game

Two Roads Diverged in a Wood - 2/4 chapters - 16,310 words so far - Rating E - Eddie 1st person POV, flirting, road trip, sharing a motel room, getting together

Multichaptered:

Chopped S35E21 - 10,428 words - Rating T - Chefs AU, Chopped crossover, sweetness, getting together, happy ending

I'm Thinking of the Way it Was - 8/8 chapters - part 1 of series - 86,137 - Rating E - angst, miscommunication, unhealthy coping mechanisms, post-breakup, getting back together, happy ending

It Takes a Muscle to Fall In Love - 7,943 words - Rating E - miscommunication, happy ending, pining, smut

My whole existence is flawed (You get me closer to God) - 24,124 words - Rating M - Modern and No Upside Down AU, musician Steve, miscommunication, Eddie says he doesn't want a relationship (he's the dingus in this one), Happy Ending

This is Supposed to Be My Damn Year - 52,151 words - Rating E - Eddie 1st person POV, pre and post Upside Down, explicit Eddie thoughts during smut, epilogue that could be its own fic (you might cry from joy), Happy Ending

Coming Back from Too Far Gone - 40,451 words - Rating E - 20 years later, getting together at the Byler wedding, Steve's in a bad headspace, happy ending

(*my fav*) Must Have/Can't Stand Checklist - 65,012 words - Rating E - 3 years later, Steve moved to Chicago, getting together, fluff & gooey sweetness, cuddling, smuuuut

Sometimes a Little Burn Felt Good - 48,480 words - Rating M - depressed Steve, angst, codependency, getting together, avoidance, bad communication, happy ending

Goodbye, Eddie - 13,557 words - Rating T - Eddie doesn't live, Steve copes and realizes he was crushing, depression

Why Can't We Try? - 22,339 words - Rating M - pining, Steve is bad at feelings, flirting, slow burn, happy ending

Sound of Awakening - 36,558 words - Rating M - pining, truth or dare, flirting, gay panic, jealous Eddie, happy ending

What Happens In Our Dreams - 41,702 words - Rating E (for light smut) - Steddie having prophetic visions, Vecna possessing Eddie, boyfriends, action, happy ending

Oneshots:

Follow Your Heart - 2,275 words - Rating T - Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Eddie feels drawn to Steve

Ever notice a man's hands? - 2,862 words - Rating E - Finger sucking pt 1

Opposite - 1,659 words - Rating T - Steve pining, miscommunication, confessions

Two Years Too Long - 4,525 words - Rating T - Modern College AU, no UD AU, idiots to lovers, Steve is a dingus

You Can Never Know For Sure - 2,677 words - Rating T - Eddie's sexuality crisis, Robin meddles lovingly, cuteness

Your Silence Gives Me a Migraine - 4,051 words - Rating T - Tattoo Artist Steve, ADHD Eddie, Flirting, Idiots with crushes, happy ending

When it's time (I'll be there) - 807 words - Rating T - 5-1, Afterlife, Near Death Steve, very very sad but sweet ending

Steve's Fantasy Live and In-Person - 4,648 words - Rating M - Stripper Eddie, Byler bachelor party, flirting, happy ending

The Artist and The Hair - 6,900 words - Rating M - Artist Eddie, Steve and Robin attend a Paint & Sip event, flirting, dom/sub tones, crushing, happy ending

They Keep (Just) Missing - 13,760 - Rating M - 4-1, 4 times they should've kissed, angst, pining, crushes, happy ending

The Pursuit of Self - 8,784 words - Rating M - crushes, gay panic, self-discovery, happy ending

#steddiecameraroll posts

[beauwritngs]

FIVE HARGREEVES REALLY HAD NO IDEA OF THE EFFECT HE HAD ON YOU. The way he always had to be strongest in the room, the way he'd always have a snarky response prepared for an enemy's threat, and the way his slim fingers would curl around a trigger like it was second nature. His whole character was so incredibly intriguing, yet still so unbelievably annoying to you. He was difficult to figure out - to put it in short, and you loved that.

Maybe some would describe you the same, you think to yourself. After all, you couldn't deny you'd been giving the poor boy a hard time with the endless teasing (if you could call "throwing the first insult that comes to your lovesick mind" teasing.) Knowing Five for this long was probably rubbing off on you. Still, it wasn't unusual for him to reciprocate.

That's probably why you hadn't been able to keep today's earlier events out of your untiring mind.

EFFECT - F. Hargreeves x Reader

. PART 2

warnings; season 3 spoilers.

word count; 1.3k

synopsis; You've been in love with the dumb kid for as long as you've known him. Despite the almost-60 years of friendship between you, you had been doing an okay job at hiding said feelings from him. Or so you thought.

a/n; ! reader is also 60 ish in a 15 yr old body ! i've been thinking ab posting to this blog all day, soo here's something of my fav boy in honour of season 3. <3

Five Hargreeves really had no idea of the effect he had on you. The way he always had to be strongest in the room, the way he'd always have a snarky response prepared for an enemy's threat, and the way his slim fingers would curl around a trigger like it was second nature. His whole character was so incredibly intriguing, yet still so unbelievably annoying to you. He was difficult to figure out - to put it in short, and you loved that.

Maybe some would describe you the same, you think to yourself. After all, you couldn't deny you'd been giving the poor boy a hard time with the endless teasing. (if you could call "throwing the first insult that comes to your lovesick mind" teasing.) Knowing Five for this long was probably rubbing off on you. Still, it wasn't unusual for him to reciprocate.

That's probably why you hadn't been able to keep today's earlier events out of your untiring mind.

The morning started off relatively normal - or so you thought. You woke up in your uncomfortable hotel bed to the smell of a plate of buffet breakfast; something you'd been getting used to at Hotel Obsidian. It wasn't uncommon for one of your best friend's siblings to bring you a meal before you woke, much to your delight. Breakfast in bed is so much easier than going down to the hotel lobby in your pyjamas half-asleep.

After a repetitive breakfast you were downstairs for the majority of the day, talking and stressing along with everyone else. This seemed to be a common thing among the Hargreeves. Well, along with saving the world from a certain someone and a new injury on your body every day. It wasn't until late afternoon had the seemingly "average" day taken a drastic turn. For the better, or worse.

You and the ex-assassin were placed on his bottom bunk, alone in his shared hotel room and sitting cross-legged in comfortable silence. This was a common scene for you two - often just wallowing in each other's presence while Five worked on equations, ranted about a sibling of his, or rambled a story about a commission member you'd heard a million times over. It was familiar, and that was exactly what the both of you needed now with all of these apocalypses; some familiarity.

"(Name)?"

Flinching at the sudden sound, you looked up, "Sorry?" A sheepish grin caught your features, how unlike you to zone out. Five clearly thought so, too. He rolled his eyes.

"I said, Luther's got his bachelor party later. I'm going." You almost forgot about Luther and Sloane's little announcement from earlier. It was.. unexpected, to say the least. Five did suggest completing our bucket lists, though, didn't he?

"You're going?" You had to hold back a laugh, almost. Five was playing into their little event? What made it so surprising was his adamancy on not going a couple hours ago. Also, Luther mentioned karaoke was to be a major part of the event, and if Five planned on drinking.. (which, who were you kidding, of course he did.)

"Don't act so surprised, jeez." Five rolled his eyes once more, "He's my brother, you know. And what else do you expect me to do currently? It's not like there's much of a world to explore out there." You watched as his eye drifted to peek at the curtain you'd closed when you first came in here, the atmosphere outside too devastating to wallow in.

"Well, yeah. Didn't take much convincing on their behalf, is all."

"They made little jars. What else can I ask for?"

You giggled at that, and Five cracked his signature almost-smile. "Is that what you're wearing?" You asked in a last attempt to make conversation as your best friend stood up from where he sat on the bed.

"Why? What's wrong with the suit?" Five glanced at a full length mirror that sat on the wall to his right. He brought his hands to the hems of his suit, tugging it tighter against his torso. You couldn't do anything but stare. That was attractive. That was so attractive.

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong with the suit." You answered quickly, and truthfully. "Just wondering. Because at this point, those are your casual clothes."

"What would be my formal clothes, then?" Five looked back over to you, and you couldn't answer. Your eyes were still locked on his hands, and what was worse is that now he could see that.

You both awkwardly sit there for a beat. You, staring at Five hopelessly and him catching you in the act. A quick chuckle from him is what breaks you out of your trance.

"At the wedding," He starts, to catch your attention, then turns back to the mirror from earlier to fix his hair, "I have to apologise now for the amount of alcohol I could end up consuming." Before he speaks, he reconsiders his words, as if he was going to say something different. There was a break in his voice that showed this. Just another thing you've picked up from knowing Five for so long: the ability to read him well.

"Nothing I haven't handled before." You shrugged, "What were you actually going to say?" Five sighs, he knew he was caught from the minute he spoke.

"Will you dance with me?" Five looks you in the eye through his reflection.

"Of course I will." You laugh, relieved. "That's what you wanted to ask?"

Five shrugs, and doesn't say anything more. He was unusually quiet and it was almost scary to you. God, say something quickly before things get awkward.

"I suppose you should head downstairs, hm?" You get up from the bed, deciding you should head back to the room you shared with Viktor and Allison to find something cute to wear to the wedding.

"I suppose.." He turns around to face you and the two of you lock eyes. "...I should."

Were you always standing this close to him? And has the room always been this hot?

Something strange rushes between the two of you; a new, electrified feeling. You feel Five's arms wrap around your waist, your own unconsciously moving around his neck. You were now both so close to each other you can't make out who's heartbeat it is beating so quickly in your ear, and both your lips not even a centimetre away from each other that if you just leaned the tiniest bit closer-

A knock at the door is what pulls you two apart, as if you were both magnets with a positive charge. You look over to find Viktor, standing like a newborn puppy that just got himself in trouble for the first time.

"..Uh- Sorry. Luther sent me to come and get Five. The bachelor party is, uhm.. starting. So..." Number 7 trails off. You cleared your throat, speaking up.

"No problem. He was just getting ready." A forced smile formed on your face, despite the inner turmoil in your brain. Your head turns to see Five, who was still standing in shock.

Viktor nods, and takes this as a cue to leave.

"..I'll see you at the wedding...?" You try, face warming up as the events from earlier dawn on you.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Five nods, running a hand through his hair as he takes a minute to collect himself before he begins to walk off. Before Five can reach the door, you see him hesitate. A moment later, he's located right in front of you after a familiar whoosh sound plays.

You don't even have time to register the use of his powers, let alone the feeling of his lips on yours.

"I'll see you at the wedding." Five repeats, smile now present on his features. You don't get to come back with a response before he's gone with a flash of blue light.

"I can't wait." Is probably what you would've answered, though now the words are lost to empty air, uttered barely a whisper. It's still true, though: you can't wait.

#five hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #five x reader #bo.writing #five hargreeves

[catsaystuff]

DAY 3 OF THE BACHELOR ROUTE DONE . THAT WAS WORSE THAN IT NEEDED TO BE (<- got infected and didnt notice and had to replay the whole day again) . here are my fav ss of the day

How Daniil (and probably the other 2) sees the polyhedron compared to the rest of the townsfolk and the children, wonder what it means for them?

"I know you as a man of honour" was actually surprised to hear Olgimsky say this!! despite not being on the best of terms daniil seems to have a reputation after just 3 days there.

once again, daniil having a good reputation (although coming from a kain it isnt that surprising) . wonder how much was genuine and how much was flattery and trying to get on his good side . Also!!! Daniil defending artemy even before meeting him will always be my roman empire . obsessed

LAST ONE FOR PETER SAYING HE WONT DIE . IN HONOR OF EVERY PATHO2 PLAYTHROUGH WHERE HE WAS MY FIRST PERSON TO DIE .

#pathologic #pathologic classic hd #daniil dankovsky #the bachelor

[fancylala4]

I rarely seen hate for ford but if I do, it boils down to 3 things.

He’s so mean to me! He told me that my outfit looked weird and he says things so bluntly. What a jerk!

Why is he more popular than insert 3ot bachelor? It’s not fair!!!

Hates him for saying a ableist line that the localization team made him say and hate him instead of hating on the localization team for thinking that line was ok.

Edit: this post was written last year. I thought I had post it last year but it was still in the drafts. It’s also towards people who write gross and awful rants about ford like the ones this blog shows here: https://www.tumblr.com/talesofthreetowns/182743423425/the-people-running-the-harvest-moon-confessions

I seen a similar comment about ford like those awful ones above last year. So this is what this post is ranting towards. I don’t care if people hate my favs. After all I’ve seen people call my favorite bachelors like raeger a homophobe (which is fair. I hated that line too) and Neil a sexist pig over the years. If it’s on the more grotesque side like the ones above, I care because it’s unnecessary and weird.

#mine #story of seasons #trio of towns

[lilolilyr]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks so much for tagging me, @purlturtle :) you have 1/8 of the amount of fics I have but a higher wordcount, do you write super long fics or do I write super short ones? xD I think the answer is Yes To Both! :D

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

574 when counting the normal ones as well as both the ones posted for ao3 users only, and the ones posted on anon! (If you also have anon works and want to know your total, you can get to the view in the screenshot when you have or are part of a collection and click on ‘people’ of the collection)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

1,346,577

largely due to the craziness that was 2021 when I was supposed to write my bachelor thesis and instead(I did manage to write my thesis) also wrote over half a million words in fanfic.

And I’m almost at my goal of 100k for the year! Which I didn’t think I’d reach, but flufftober helped a lot there :D

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Too many xD

atm I’m actively writing for Warehouse 13, Holby City, Star Trek, Lie to Me and Hacks

Some other fandoms I’m still in and will probably write more fics for are Good Omens, Gunpowder Milkshake, The Old Guard and Lord of the Rings

You can find my whole fandom list on Ao3, 70 fandoms if I counted correctly!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

All three parts of the Inkubus Jaskier series (The Witcher, rated M-E) have 600-1000 kudos, I do like these fics but I think the fandom is also just very large.

As it Should be, a 00Q meets Q is a Holmes (James Bond + BBC Sherlock) fanfic, and probably my fav fanfic I’ve written that deserves the ‘humor’ tag, has 617 kudos

Spooky Eyes, the one and only Venom fanfic I’ve written (I have not watched the movie and I haven’t even spent thaat much time in the fandom either) has 588 kudos, and has been my most kudosed fic with over 500 kudos for quite a while before the others overtook it

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do, yes! I love getting comments and want to encourage people to comment by replying to them, and also lovely conversations can happen in the comment sections, as well as mini ficlets of their own! So yes I do want to reply :)

If I don’t, it’s probably just that I didn’t yet, either because I didn’t find the time or because while I did reply to other comments I’m waiting to reply to some because I want to wait until I have the next update in the fic/series/fandom so I can let the commenters know in my reply that there’s more

Or if a comment is really long and detailed and I want to reply in the same detail but don’t currently have the energy for it, or there’s sth complicated in the comment I want to address, I might not answer it yet even though I’ve replied to other comments since

Also sometimes a comment is just really neat and I want to keep looking at it in my Unreads :D

But I do plan to answer all comments eventually:) (unless I ever get so swamped in them that I can’t, but I’ve by no means reached that level of comment spam - I have gotten 2686 comments total, 298 unread, of the unreads probably a hundred are real old ones that are left unread for one reason or other, then probably another hundred I want to reply to if/when I post more, and the rest I’m just gonna reply Eventually xD I’ll have you know that I did reply to most flufftober ones more or less immediately while the event was still going and I even went through some of the backlog while I was at it!)

The only times I don’t answer a comment is when I don’t know whether the commenter meant to be rude (if I know they’re being rude on purpose I just delete, not counting those here) and/or I genuinely don’t know how to reply, if it’s a co-authored work and someone else already replied and I have nothing to add, or if it’s a reply to a reply to a comment and the conversation has petered out

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think I’ve got a post-canon TOG ficlet with Romeo and Juliet vibes where everybody dies in the end?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I live for happy endings, no idea what counts as ‘happiest’, all my shippy little getting together and/or everybody lived nobody died fix-its are pretty darn happy imo :D

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not usually, there have been some that I know I immediately deleted and now can’t remember anymore bc I was clever and immediately deleted lmao, but idk whether anything was ever bad enough to be called hate… and I never had to restrict comments on any fic before

9. Do you write smut?

Oh hell yeah! :D

Though, and I’m always surprised by this, I’ve only got 71 (out of the 574) E rated fics! And 56 M that might have a smut scene or some violence idk, and the 81 not rated ones are more often left that way for violence or angst reasons than for smut… so yeah, main chunks are G & T rated with 198 and 168 fics respectively!

Still, I definitely do write smut, and there’s some quite good erotica there if I may say so!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Rarely, I think most of what shows in the ‘crossover’ tab is just fic I tagged with more of basically the same fandom (Star Trek, Star Trek: Discovery, etc), and the rest is probably AUs set in another fandom’s world without character crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah :D most notably the chaotic Mirandy smutfic ‘Surrendering to Andrea’ with 5 authors: @athousandforests @guardianrock @scarlet-heels @stupidsexycopshows, and most recently the latest fic on my Ao3 actually, Bering and Wells ‘Drunken Considerations’ with @lavendelhummel!

I also made different sorts of collabs with Podfic and arts etc for events and just for fun with @thewalkingmeepa (DWP) @bookgirlfan (Star Trek) @artax-risen (Dracula) @badasspantiestalker (Star Trek) @cinnamonplums (TOG) @jackwolfskid (TOG) sorry if I forgot anyone!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Don’t make me choose!!!!!

Like literally I can’t! And I don’t even know how to define favorite - 1 the one I enjoy to write for most, 2 the one I like to read most, 3 the one I’m fangirling most about, 4 the one that wrecks me most with feels, 5 the ones I can always return to… those are different ships! Also because my favs are not necessarily the biggest fandoms, so I might not be able to spend so much fandom time on them bc I read all the fics ages ago already lmao

In order of above categories: 1 Milippa Prime, 2 Mirandy and Berena, 3 Bering and Wells, 4 again Milippa and Bering and Wells and also Floreleine(&Librarywives&Killercule) and Andromaquynh(& also the ot3) and Jadzia x Lenara, 5 Bering and Wells and ClintCoulson and J7

By sheer ‘has been mentioned most often in this list’ I suppose the crown goes to Bering and Wells!

But I really just love them all. And others too.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

The Ocean’s 8 series ‘A Heistwives Kinda Job’ I started in 2018 and kinda lost track of. I think the parts stand well on their own though so it’s not sooo bad but I’m still a bit sad that that never got finished and now probably never will because I just don’t know where I was going with it anymore & also don’t remember the details from the first parts well enough to continue it anyway

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can write pretty quickly and when I’ve got an idea I can just write it down in one go!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

If it’s too long to be written down in one go or I don’t have the time I will forget about it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

There are different ways to deal with this and my preference Depends - if the characters and therefore the reader don’t need to know what it says, or it’s even relevant that they don’t understand, I’d leave the foreign language in as is, maybe have a chapter end note with what it says, same if what’s said is already explained by the reactions of the characters or something

If it’s one or two languages that are frequently used in the fic and with relevant info, I’d have a note at the beginning of the chapter saying which one’s cursive and which one’s bold and then type everything in English. If the character is abroad or sth and all the dialogue is for example French I’d just mention the fact that it’s French in the note or have it mentioned in the fic that they’re speaking French the first time it happens, but then proceed as usual without even making it cursive or anything

For anything in-between, like relevant info mentioned in foreign language once or a few times, I’d write the foreign language in fic and link down to an end note with the translation and a ^ link back to text. I don’t like having original and translation in-text side by side because imo it just reads in an annoying way, and it’s especially annoying if the reader knows both languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

According to Ao3, it’s The Hobbit. According to old sheets of paper somewhere in my childhood bedroom, it’s probably self-insert Hanni & Nanni (St Clare’s) ficlets xD I think I called my SIOC ‘Lilo Liliana’ to be fancy and that’s the origin story for my username! Adsfghjkl I hadn’t thought about that in ages.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

That would still have to be Andromaquynh In Your Stead.

Now closely followed by my Milippa road-trip AU and my Star Trek University AU (that I’m still writing more one-shots for) though!

And you can find all my author’s favs in the tag on Ao3!

Tagging, only if you want to do it of course, everyone I’ve already tagged above as well as @die-schwanenkoenigin, @squishmittenficfan, @xvnot15, @viharistenno, @wellsbering, @lesbianlotties, @batnbreakfast, @danisnotmyname, @charlottepriestly, @onaperduamedee, @lonely-night, @sapphicscholar, @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l lavendelhummel and everyone else who sees this :)

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1. How many works do you have on ao3? 2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 3. What fandoms do you write for? 4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 8. Do you get hate on fic? 9. Do you write smut? 10. Do you write crossovers? 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? 16. What are your writing strengths? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 19. First fandom you wrote for? 20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#long post #Lilo writes #Lilo writes behind the scenes #fanfic tag #tagging meme #purlturtle #lilolilyr #tagged #lilolilyrae #ao3 link #nov’23 #mine #19.11.23 #bering and wells #Star Trek #mirandy #20 questions for fic writers #tagmemenov23 #st Clare’s #stclares

[pqnnier]

hi andieeee i’m back againnnn & i’m starting a new stardew valley save file who should i romance in this one. i can never decide

AHHH JAMIE YOU CAN’T ASK THAT BECAUSE I WILL MAKE YOU ROMANCE MY FAVS ASDFGHJK

if you’d like a bachelor; harvey <3

if you’d like a bachelorette; haley <3

my h babies 😩

#ask andie #I LOVE PATHETIC MEN AND MEAN WOMEN!!!!!!! #stardew valley

[blackspring4577]

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💮 Fanartist, fanfiction writer, selfshipper, young adult, trying my best to be sociable, currently a university student in process of getting bachelor's degree (°▽°)/

🪷 I'm a white european, ciswoman (she/her only), objectum, panromantic and heteroflexible. I'm also autistic, a bit emotionally unstable in general and have severe dyslexia. Apologies for the weird typos, I try my best not to make them (￣ヘ￣)l|l

🍰 Drawing various things (mostly fanart, sometimes original), mass reblogging stuff I love, posting my fandom-related headcanon thoughts ___〆(・∀・)

🔆 My interests include: modern art of various kinds, philosophy, language and culture study (linguistics is my current academic major), electronic music of various genres (most favourite ones are: rave, gabber, hardstyle, breakbeat, techno, drum n bass, speedcore, breakcore and many others) and all kinds of fandoms (BFDI is my current fav <3) (´ ω `♡)

💬 Asks and art requests are open by default unless I specify they're not. I'm happy to chat or draw something for others! (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

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#headcanon thoughts - headcanons

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