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[cornishpixiez]

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[xomakara]

The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter 11 - Love

You woke up in Mark's arms the following morning, curled up against him. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, your legs intertwined with his.

"Good morning." Mark smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning." You yawned, burying your face into his chest.

"How are you feeling?" Mark asked, running his fingers through your hair.

"Pretty great." You answered, closing your eyes.

"Good.” He smirked, moving one of his hands down to cup your breast.

You moaned softly as his thumb grazed across your nipple. “Mmm…that feels nice.”

Mark leaned down to take a deep breath, sucking on your earlobe. "Feels nice, huh?"

You giggled. "Very nice."

"Mmm…" Mark groaned, rolling onto his back. "C'mere."

You smiled as you moved to straddle him, sitting on top of him. You rubbed your cheek against his, breathing in his scent.

"What are you thinking about?" Mark asked, stroking your hair.

"You." You answered. "You're the only thing I've been thinking about since last night."

Mark pressed his forehead against yours. "Good." He said. "Because I was thinking about you, too."

You leaned down to kiss him, tasting the remnants of his kiss on his lips. His tongue traced the outline of your lips, begging you to open them. You did, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of your mouth. You moaned as you returned the favor, kissing him passionately.

As you pulled away from him, your breathing became heavier. You sat up slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Mark took hold of your hips, slowly sliding inside of you.

You groaned as he filled you completely. "That feels good." You whispered.

"It does indeed." Mark grunted, slowly rocking back and forth.

"God, Mark..." You cried out, feeling him press even deeper into you.

He gently brushed his fingertips against your skin, sending shivers throughout your body. You closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder. As the two of you rocked together, your hands began to wander over each other's bodies.

You trailed your nails along his collarbone, making him shiver. You then worked your way down his neck, stopping briefly to suck on his nipples.

"Fuuuck." Mark growled, pulling you close to him. "You're driving me crazy, Y/N."

You laughed, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. "Is that such a bad thing?"

Mark gripped your ass, grinding himself against you. "Not at all."

You could feel him getting harder and bigger inside of you. With each thrust, you gasped, moaning louder. Mark reached up, gently stroking your breasts. You let out a low moan as he squeezed your nipples roughly. You didn't think it was possible but it felt even better than before.

Mark increased the pace of his movements, pulling you closer to him. The two of you moaned in unison, losing track of who was moaning first. Your breaths were coming out in quick pants as Mark increased his speed, thrusting himself in and out of you faster and faster. You knew you wouldn't be able to take much more of this.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any better, they suddenly did. You came undone, moaning loudly as you screamed his name. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

"Mmm, you feel so good." You mumbled, leaning up to kiss him.

Mark smiled, lifting you off of him. "Feel free to sit on me anytime."

You laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."

“Wanna go for round 2?” Mark whispered into your ear, licking your earlobe.

“Mmm, why don't we just stay in and just fuck all day?” You whispered back, moving in for another kiss.

Mark laughed, nipping your bottom lip. “That sounds like a plan to me.”

The two of you lay there, lazily caressing each other’s skin. The sun was shining brightly outside, illuminating the room. As you laid there next to Mark, the realization hit you.

The sunlight seemed brighter. The sky seemed bluer. Your breathing seemed easier. Everything was just…better. And you realized something; it wasn't just because you were with Mark. This was something you felt from the moment you met him. Something that had always been there. It was just hidden underneath all of the stress and confusion you were feeling at the time. But now, after having found the person you truly wanted to be with, it all just fell into place.

This feeling, you realized, was happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness. And you realized you hadn't felt this in a very long time.

You poked at Mark's cheek. "Hey, I'm gonna go get my laptop and be right back. Okay?"

"Whatever for?" Mark sleepily asked.

"To write my novel..." You muttered, his hands drifting up to stroke your thighs.

"Oh, I see." He smirked, placing a kiss on your neck.

"Maybe I'll let you fuck me as I write..." You breathed out, biting your lower lip.

Mark's grip tightened on your hips, causing you to whimper. "Maybe." He breathed out. "You won't be able to do anything but writhe in pleasure as I fill you with my cock."

You licked your lips, looking into his eyes. "All that dirty talk has me hot and bothered already."

Mark grinned. "Go get your laptop and come back to bed."

You laughed, crawling off of him. "Alright, loverboy."

Mark chuckled, adjusting himself as you left the room. As soon as you were gone, he turned on some music, sinking down into the covers. Within minutes, you crawled back into bed, your laptop in hand.

"Let's get started!" You said excitedly, setting the laptop on your lap. "Today is the day! The day where my story will finally be done! No more struggling to find inspiration! No more writer's block! The end is finally near!"

Mark rolled over, putting his arms behind his head. "Well, I'm always here for a distraction if you need one. Just say the word and I'll be there to service you."

You burst out laughing, turning your attention back to your computer screen. You began typing, ready to finish this. To finally tie up all of these loose ends.

It would've taken you hours to write what you wrote in mere minutes. Even writing was easier than dealing with everything else. But writing was almost therapeutic, letting your mind run free without worrying about the reality of life.

This book had changed you. That was obvious. The sex scenes weren't exactly pornographic. They were intimate and sensual, which made them even hotter. But beyond that, it helped you discover the truth about yourself. About your desires and fantasies. Most importantly, about Mark. About how much you cared for him and how much he cared for you. And that was something you never would have guessed.

Mark brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, watching you type. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now? All serious and focused, writing your heart out. Like an artist painting her masterpiece."

You looked up at him, smiling shyly. "Thank you."

"Wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true." He said, smiling back at you.

You nodded, continuing to write. As you kept going, you realized something; Mark wasn't distracting you from writing. You actually really liked working with him nearby. You loved seeing his expressions change as you described the passion and intimacy between the two of you. You'd never admit it to anyone else, but it made you feel happy.

Really, really happy.

It took you about two hours to finish the first draft of your novel. After sending it to your editor, you closed your laptop and settled back in bed, Mark's arms wrapping around you. You were glad he was sleeping naked because your nipples immediately perked up as soon as his bare chest touched yours.

You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sound of his breathing as he slept. Your mind wandered to thoughts of the previous night and the previous months. You still couldn't believe how far you'd come with Mark. How much your feelings for him had grown. And how much happier you were now. In the span of a few short months, everything had changed. And not just for you. For Mark, too.

You smiled, rubbing his stomach lightly. "Mark?"

"Hmm?" He murmured, not opening his eyes.

"I think I'm finally ready to say it." You breathed out. "I love you, Mark."

His eyes opened immediately. "Say it again."

You blinked a few times, startled by his words. "I love you."

"Again." Mark whispered.

"I love you." You repeated.

He placed his hand on your cheek, gently brushing your lips with his. "Say it one more time."

You bit your lip, leaning into him. "I love you."

He kissed you softly, pressing his nose against yours. "I love you, too."

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[astra-ella]

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life, haikyuu manga spoilers

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The eighth time he confessed was during the summer of their third year — at the firework festival.

It was ironic. Chiyo remembered turning Nishinoya down relatively harshly when he asked her to go almost three summers ago. But when he asked her out during one of their summer homework cram sessions at a local cafe this year, for some reason she felt compelled to say yes.

Her father teased her, asking if the outing was a date – to which Chiyo vehemently denied. Though deep down, she wasn’t quite sure. Nishinoya had gotten so excited and cheered so loudly when she agreed to his invitation, she didn’t have the time to ask for his intentions.

Or perhaps she did but simply lacked the nerves.

Either way, she took the day off work and got all dolled up in the red and gold floral-print yukata she received from her aunt and uncle as a birthday gift earlier that year. She even called up Honoka and asked her to come over to do her hair, to which the aspiring hairstylist agreed on the condition that she got all the details about this ‘date-but-not-a-date.’

She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as she made her way toward the temple. She wondered if she looked nearly as pretty as the group of teenage girls walking not far in front of her. Perhaps she looked weird in the yukata, perhaps her hair had somehow gotten messy on the walk over, or perhaps her lip gloss had accidentally smudged due to how many times she pressed her lips together. 

But all those worries melted away when she locked eyes with Nishinoya at their meet-up spot. Maybe it was just the festival lights, but his cheeks seemed to grow a little redder at the sight of her.

“Hey,” he pushed off the sidewalk pole he was leaning against. He too wore a cream-coloured yukata, decorated with dragon prints outlined in maroon. He eyed her from head to toe, looking like he was at a loss for words for the first time in his life. “Wow, you look… great.”

“You think?” Chiyo murmured and Nishinoya nodded vigorously.

“Yeah! I mean you always look great, but the traditional clothes are a nice touch.”

 Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, Chiyo smiled. “Thanks.”

Nishinoya stared for a few seconds longer. It wasn’t long enough to be considered rude or creepy, but just long enough to let Chiyo know that he genuinely appreciated her outfit. Eventually, he clapped his hands together and turned towards the lines of festival stands. “Alright, let’s get going,” he said. “The festival isn’t gonna last all night.”

“Mhm,” holding her kimono purse with both hands, Chiyo was about to follow him down the path when Nishinoya suddenly paused.

“Oh, right!” He turned back towards her and extended his hand. “Here!”

Chiyo blinked.

“So we don't get separated, you know?” Nishinoya said.

That was a lie. Karasuno was a relatively small town, even by Miyagi’s standards. And while the firework festival was a hot gathering spot for most of its citizens, it was still difficult to get lost or separated that easily.

Chiyo knew that. She did, but she still chose to gently place her hand in Nishinoya’s open palm. She could feel her face burning as her blue eyes flickered between the ground and his wide-eyed expression.

“It’s…” She pressed her lips together. “It’s just so we don’t get separated… Okay?”

Nishinoya was flabbergasted for a moment. Perhaps he had expected her to turn him down, to swat his hand away like she always did. But when the initial shock wore off, an eager grin spread across his cheeks.

“Of course,” Nishinoya laughed, tugging her along. “Come on, I wanna get some yakisoba.”

Usually, the main temple of Karasuno city was relatively quiet, save for the occasional wedding. But for one night each summer, the area would truly come to life as families and friends gathered to celebrate the local shrine’s deity. Various food stands and game stations lined the sides of the path and traditional music played through the mini speakers.

Underneath the strung-up wax paper lanterns, Chiyo walked alongside Nishinoya, peering down at the bite she took out of her crimson candied apple.

“Is it good?” He asked, now wearing a white kitsune mask over his forehead.

“Yeah,” Chiyo nodded. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had one. Hotaru used to love these when she was little.”

“Really? I’m more of a chocolate banana guy myself,” Nishinoya hummed. “Hey, what time do the fireworks start again?”

“Seven-thirty, I think,” she checked her phone. “We still have a little more time. Is there something you want to do?”

“I wanna go to the shooting gallery!”

Chiyo raised an eyebrow. She looked around, trying her best to spot one with no avail. “I think I saw one a little further back there,” she said, pointing her sweet treat behind herself. “Do you wanna go?” 

“Perfect!” Nishinoya’s grip on her hand tightened. “Let’s go!”

Chiyo’s eyes crinkled a little at his enthusiasm. They made a quick turn and set off in the direction they came from.

“By the way, where is your grandpa tonight?” She asked as she took another bite of her candied apple. 

“He’s on a date with that uhh…” He twirled his finger in the air. “Flight attendant, I think.”

“Ah, Kasumi-san?” Chiyo said after a moment of thought, barely remembering the woman’s name from her last visit to the Nishinoya residence. “I thought she left for Thailand already.”

Nishinoya shook his head. “Nah, that’s tomorrow,” he glanced up at the velvet sky for a bit before turning his attention back to Chiyo. “What about Hotaru and Kaito? What are they doing tonight?”

“They’re with dad.”

“Oh, nice!” Nishinoya smiled. “Did Amari-san manage to get the day off?”

“Yeah, I think he took them to the library and rented a movie for the night,” Chiyo looked down at her outfit. “Honestly, it feels a little weird being here without them.”

He cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Chiyo met his gaze. “It’s just…” She began after a moment of thought. “Every summer, I would take Hotaru and Kaito to the firework festival. You know, just the three of us.”

The realization dawned on Nishinoya and he immediately stopped in his tracks. “Wait, don’t tell me I dragged you away from them or something?!”

Chiyo shook her head. “I was the one who wanted to come, Yuu. Don’t worry about it,” she looked straight ahead. “I just feel a little bad. Like I’m breaking family tradition,” she sighed. “I need to do better as their older sister.”

Nishinoya hummed. “I think you do a lot already though."

“I do?”

He nodded. “I mean you’re way more responsible than my sisters, that’s for sure.”

Chiyo blinked a few times before looking away.

“Thanks.”

After a little more walking, the shooting gallery booth came into view right as Chiyo finished her candied apple. Nishinoya’s face brightened.

“Hey! Hattori-san!” He waved at the old man sitting behind the table who wore a white tank top and straw hat.

“Well!” The old man’s eyes widened and he laughed. “If it isn’t my favorite customer. How are you, Yuu?”

“Same as always! Pretty good!”

“Good, good,” he fanned himself with a Japanese fixed fan printed with the festival logo. “And ol’ Mineo? Where’s he tonight?”

“Grandpa’s out on a date tonight, so it’s just me,” Nishinoya grinned. “Oh, but I brought a date with me too!”

He gestured to Chiyo and the redhead took it as a cue to introduce herself. “Hello,” she lowered her head, albeit a little awkwardly. “My name is Amari Chiyo.” 

She couldn’t help but feel her face warm at the fact that Nishinoya referred to her as his date.

“Ain’t that nice? Yuu’s got himself a girlfriend,” the old man chuckled. “Nice to meetcha, little lady. I’m Hattori. Yuu and I go way back.”

Chiyo gave him a small nod and Nishinoya slapped a few coins down on the table.

“Hattori-san, gimme two tries.”

“You got it!”

As Hattori turned around, Chiyo leaned in. 

“How did you manage to get all chummy with the shooting gallery guy?” She whispered.

“Gramps used to bring me here every summer,” Nishinoya wasn’t nearly as discreet. “He’s big into town festivals.”

“Yuu was just a little boy when we first met,” Hattori said as he handed Nishinoya an air gun “Wouldn’t stop crying til he won something.”

“I was like three, Hattori-san,” Nishinoya frowned. “And for the record, I still have that Ultraman figure. It’s on my desk at home.”

“I’m honored!”

“Ever since then, gramps always made sure to stop by whenever we come to the firework festival,” Nishinoya then turned to Chiyo. “We’d each take two turns and see who can get the most prizes. It’s kinda a tradition of ours,” he then winked. “So don’t worry ‘bout it. You’re not the only one breaking family tradition tonight.”

Chiyo’s eyes widened. She felt her heart flutter a little as Nishinoya turned to face the shooting gallery. He readied his air gun, aiming down the scope and lining it up with an action figure on the top shelf. 

The first and second shots just barely missed the action figure, but the third one managed to hit the masked superhero right in the chest. It fell off the shelf and hit the ground.

“Whoo!” Nishinoya cheered.

Hattori whistled. “Nice job! You have five bullets left.”

Nishinoya then lined his scope up with a box of strawberry chocolate cones. The cork flew out and clipped the side of the box, knocking it down with a light rattle.

“You’re pretty good at this,” the redhead hummed.

“I had a lot of practice,” Nishinoya beamed proudly. “Hey, do you want something?”

Chiyo shook her head. “No, I’m good. Just get something for yourself.”

Nishinoya’s gaze lingered on her for a little longer. “Okay,” he murmured before squatting down, lowering his stance just enough to line his scope with a large cat plush toy on the bottom row. 

The first shot whizzed past its ear, but the second one hit it in the left eye. The cat plush rocked back a little and Nishinoya was just about to cheer, but it quickly swayed forward and returned to an upright position. 

“I hit that thing!” Nishinoya shouted. “Hey, Hattori-san! You saw it right?”

Hattori let out a hearty laugh. “You know how it goes, Yuu. Gotta knock it over for it to count. You got one shot left.”

Nishinoya frowned. He narrowed his eyes at the ginger cat plush that stood defiantly on the dark brown shelves of the shooting gallery booth. Chiyo watched as he turned back and crouched down into his previous position. He was so focused, even she began to feel a little nervous from the sidelines. It reminded her of his behavior whenever he stood on the volleyball court - calm and quiet. 

He blinked a few times and shook out his hand before lining the scope up with the cat plushie once more. Nishinoya took a deep breath and finally pulled the trigger.

The cork flew out of the muzzle of the air gun, hitting the plushie on the forehead with just enough force to knock it backwards. It fell off the shelf and landed on the grass below with a soft thump.

“Alright!” Nishinoya threw his arms up in celebratory victory and Chiyo clapped. 

“Good job,” she chuckled as Hattori bent down to pick up the plushie, action figure and box of chocolates.

“Gotta say, you’ve improved Yuu,” Hattori wore a big smile as he handed Nishinoya all of his prizes. “Seems like little Yuu from all those years ago ain’t that little anymore,” he teased, ruffling Nishinoya’s hair.

“You say that every year, Hattori-san,” Nishinoya laughed, accepting the brief yet affectionate gesture. “Thanks as always.”

He then turned to Chiyo and presented the stuffed animal.

“Here ya go!”

“Wait, for me?” She asked and Nishinoya nodded. “Yuu, I told you to get something for yourself.”

“And what I wanted for myself is to get something for you,” Nishinoya replied cheekily. “Come on, just take it!”

Chiyo blinked a few times before glancing down at the cat plushie in her arms. The fur was surprisingly soft, made of some kind of synthetic fibre with ginger and white stripes. Its eyes were large and green, staring at her with an expression that practically begged her to bring it home with her. She pursed her lips and cleared her throat.

“Fine,” she averted her gaze, trying to hide the redness that threatened to set her cheeks aflame. “Only because you went out of your way to win it for me.”

Nishinoya grinned. “Of course, of course.” 

“Noya-san!”

Chiyo glanced over her shoulder at the voice, spotting a few familiar faces approaching from the nearby takoyaki stand.

“Oh, Ryuu!” Nishinoya waved at the boy with a shaved head and sharp eyes. “Chikara and Kazuhito too!”

Chiyo quickly recognized them as members of the volleyball team, as well as Ennoshita Chikara, who was a classmate of hers.

She gave him a small neck bow. “Good evening, Ennoshita-san.”

“Amari-san,” Ennoshita shot her a polite smile. “Nice seeing you here.”

“You too. How’s your summer been so far?”

“Pretty good,” he went along with the small talk, ignoring Nishinoya and the bald-headed boy as they made a ruckus only a few feet away. “Are you here for the taiko drum performance too?”

“The taiko drum performance?” Chiyo was a little confused.

“Tanaka’s sister performs at this festival every summer,” Ennoshita explained, briefly eyeing the bald boy. “So Narita and I came along to support them today. It’s the least we can do.”

“Saeko-neesan is super cool,” the boy with short black hair, presumably Narita, said. “She’s brought along her taiko crew to cheer us on at every competition since Spring High last year.”

“Saeko…?” Resting a hand on her chin, Chiyo thought for a moment. “Wait, is she the one with blonde hair that goes up to here?” She held her free hand just above her shoulder and both Ennoshita and Narita nodded.

“Yeah. Do you know her?”

“I don’t know her personally, but I saw her at the interhigh preliminaries this year,” Chiyo explained. “She was yelling at us to cheer louder during your match against Date Tech.”

“Speaking of which, where’s Kinnoshita?” Dropping whatever he was doing with Tanaka, Nishinoya turned to Ennoshita.

“He couldn’t make it,” Narita replied. “I think he’s in Kamakura visiting family.”

“Ah, that’s too bad.”

Ennoshita then noticed the ginger cat plushie Chiyo was carrying. He glanced at the shooting gallery they were standing by, now servicing a mother and her two children and quickly put two and two together.

“Hey, Amari-san,” he called out to her. “Are you here with Nishinoya tonight?”

“Huh?” Chiyo blinked a few times, squishing the cat plushie’s doe-eyed face further into her chest. “Erm… yeah. We’re here to watch the fireworks together.”

“Wait, seriously?!” That quickly derailed their previous conversation as Tanaka’s eyes grew wide. “You’re gonna watch the fireworks together? Like together, together? Did you finally ask her out, Noya-san?”

“Hey, that’s rude,” Nishinoya pouted. “For the record, this is our second date. We already went on our first date like a year ago,” he puffed out his chest proudly. “But yeah, I asked her out.”

“No way!” Narita’s jaw dropped.

Tanaka’s lips tightened into a thin smile that teetered the line of being scary to Chiyo. He stiffly grabbed Ennoshita and Narita by the shoulder and spun them around back towards the Takoyaki stand. “Well, if that’s the case. We won’t bother you anymore,” he said in a sing-song voice. “Come on boys, let’s go.”

Following Tanaka’s very obvious attempt to leave them alone, Ennoshita gave an awkward laugh. He then glanced back at Chiyo.

“The fireworks should be starting soon,” he told her. “You guys should go find a spot for that.”

“Ah, okay,” not knowing what else to say, Chiyo could only nod.

“See you guys!” Nishinoya waved, watching as his friends’ silhouettes disappeared into the crowd before turning to the redhead. “Alright,” he extended a hand outwards. “Let’s go! I know a spot with the best view!”

Chiyo stilled for a moment but she quickly took his hand with a sweet yet bashful smile.

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Let’s go.”

“Thank you for waiting. The firework show will start momentarily.”

As the announcement played through the speakers, Nishinoya and Chiyo arrived at a riverbank just outside the temple. A crowd of people began to gather alongside them – families, couples and large groups of teenagers, presumably still in the early stage of high school. Chiyo watched as a group of girls much younger looking than her chatted away by the black railings.

“Yuu,” she murmured just loud enough for him to hear. “We’re gonna be graduating soon, huh?”

Nishinoya glanced at her. “Yeah,” he hummed. “How is exam prep going?”

Chiyo shrugged. “The same as always.”

“Have you decided what you wanna do?” 

“I… I have a general idea but,” she met his gaze for a brief moment before looking away. “I don’t know.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Nishinoya assured her. “You still have your entire life to figure it out.”

“I know…” Chiyo’s expression gave way to a half-hearted smile. “I know that. But it’s just… scary. I thought I had my entire life figured out. I wanted to set a good example for Hotaru and Kaito,” she let out a half-hearted laugh. “But turns out I didn’t and I feel like I’ve let everyone down.”

It was subtle, but Nishinoya’s grip on her hand tightened ever-so-slightly. “There’s nothing wrong with not knowing,” he said. “Not everyone’s gonna know what they wanna do the second they graduate high school. If anything, I think not knowing and pushing forward makes you even more admirable.”

Though there was still a lingering sourness in her expression, Chiyo smiled. “Thanks,” she whispered. “For everything.”

“Of course! I’m always in your corner, no matter what,” he grinned cheekily. “Even if you’re a baby-eater.”

“A baby-eater?” Chiyo raised an eyebrow. “Where did that come from?”

“You! It came from you,” Nishinoya laughed. “You said that when we first met!”

“Did I?” She gave him an appalled look and Nishinoya nodded. 

Chiyo was about to argue when a loud boom echoed across the riverbank. The water beneath them rippled and she turned her head just in time to see a blossom of red and orange bloom against the dark velvet sky.

Then one after another, sparkling trails continued to launch into the sky and erupt in a flashing light. There was blue, purple, green, yellow and pink. The colors shone so brightly they almost felt like daylight reflecting in her eyes. 

Chiyo stood there, entranced by the magical view before her. The flickering lights were mirrored in the river below, smelling faintly of gunpowder and smoke as the sound resonated through her entire body like a drum. She felt a light squeeze on her hand and tore her eyes away to meet Nishinoya’s gaze, finding that he was staring at her rather than the brilliance before them. 

With that same goofy, love-struck grin, came those familiar words.

“I like you.”

Her eyes widened.

Amari Chiyo was stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid. She realized what her feelings were long before she cared to admit it.

At first, it seemed absurd and Chiyo wondered if Nishinoya’s stupidity rubbed off on her, resulting in such a disturbing revelation. But she soon realized that she did not, in fact, have any loose screws in the head.

At some point in time, she fell for Nishinoya.

Clutching the cat plushie closer to her thumping chest, Chiyo felt her face heat up. She swallowed hard, then opened her mouth. Riding on a certain high, the words began to tumble out of her mouth.

“Yuu, I-!”

A familiar ringtone suddenly blared out, overtaking the booming fireworks in the background as Chiyo suddenly came to her senses and held her tongue. Nishinoya stumbled and began digging through his yukata. 

“Shoot, that’s me!” He mumbled, quickly finding his cell phone and checking the caller ID. “Ah, crap. Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“Oh,” Chiyo blinked. “No, go ahead.”

Nishinoya gave an apologetic smile before answering the call.

“Hello? Sato-san?”

Chiyo recognized that name. Sato Akari - one of Nishinoya’s classmates and his assigned partner for the summer history project.

“Sorry, now really isn’t a good time… Yes, I know we need to look over our notes…” Nishinoya sighed. “Look, we’ll set up a time later, ‘kay? I’m on a date right now… Yeah, it’s fine… I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Nishinoya quickly ended the call and shoved his phone back into his belt. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “What were you gonna say?”

Chiyo’s lips parted but her voice fell short on the tip of her tongue. She was suddenly reminded of the day when he first confessed to her. He had asked her out so suddenly and with little to no context, she didn’t take him very seriously. Granted, his reasons at the time were as shallow as they could get. But even as he continuously pursued her, she brushed him off with the same mindset, thinking he would eventually get bored and move on.

Yet he never did.

Instead, he faced her head-on with nothing but patience and sincerity.

And now after hearing that brief exchange, a thought sank into Chiyo’s mind.

Do I even deserve to accept his confession?

“I…” Chiyo’s eyes flickered down to her yukata as her drumming heartbeat echoed in her ears. “The fireworks,” she blurted out, meeting his gaze once more with a wistful smile. “They’re really pretty. Thanks for coming out with me today.”

Nishinoya’s face lightened and he grinned as brightly as the fireworks behind him.

“Yeah, no problem!”

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#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu imagine #hq #haikyuu x oc #nishinoya #nishinoya x oc #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x you #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff

[wings-of-ink]

First Devlog?

Hello everyone...boy, there are a lot of you already, still trying to digest that...

So, I gather that I should do these logs on occasion. I do not know how often, perhaps just when I have a few things to say. I will try not to ramble too much, but my fingies like to talk.

Anyway, I am working on chapter 3 right now. There’s some fun moments so far in it that I hope you’ll like, and we’ll get to meet Zahn, Duri'naan, and then Rundis. I’m trying not to rush because there are some exciting scenes that I’m eager to get to. I’ve outlined them to tide myself over until I get that far. There’s some quiet moments you’ll get to have as well, and right now I feel like that’s what I’m struggling with. Those areas of my story are like bridges to the next, more exciting, parts and sometimes I feel like they fall a little flat. But, I’m trying to keep in mind this is my first draft. I’ll go through it another time or two to perk things up. Those moments are still important for letting the MC get to know each RO.

My mind has been in a million directions lately too, and I’ve had a lot of ‘duh’ moments. I’ve done so much world building since I started this last year (around August/September I think), that I have pockets of important details that I kinda just forgot! So, I plan to re-read all the notes I’ve made and try to also put them into one place. I have some in my phone, in a notebook, and in no less than three folders on my laptop. It’s a wonder I have survived this many years…

What you can expect for coming updates…

-A couple fixes, of course – thank you to those who found some of those pesky buggy bois for me.

-A nicer front page, instead of being slapped with my ramblings, I’d like to actually have a nice start page. I’ll figure it out eventually, lol.

-I’ll be adding a name bank to the MC’s Nameday scene that will also show you what each name means, so if that is important to you, it’ll save you the internet search. If it tickles your fancy, the name selection will correspond in some way to the marks (names meaning "night" or "storm," etc.) so you can theme your MC a bit.

-Extra coding in case you decide to shorten MC’s given name to just “Ravi.” I did not once consider that anyone would do this, and my first play-tester – my own spouse – did….He told me about it since it made some dialog with Oswin make zero sense, and then I published the story without fixing it because I completely forgot about it.

-Different contrast color for dark mode links. I feel like I have drastically improved this with a new gold color. In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t use the gold before. I love it as an accent, I use it all over! The blue never felt 100% right, but my brain shut down after thinking about it too long. Here’s a sample and a (M) Zahn tease:

When can you expect an update?

I’d like to make my next update during the Amare Games Festival, ideally containing both chapters 3 and 4 since they go pretty tightly together. This will also insure that you meet the rest of the posse. It’s a tall order for both chapters to be submitted on time, and I don’t want to rush them either, but I’m going to try really really hard, lol. I will focus first on polishing chapter 3, so that no matter what, I can at least get it out in time.

Here’s a link to the post about it:

And this is the submission time frame: open from March 31st 2024 at 11:00 PM to May 1st 2024 at 12:00 AM

As a side message, should you want to read on…

I also wanted to give you all a big, like really big, heartfelt thank you. I have received so many kind messages and comments that I just can’t believe it. I am so happy (and honestly, genuinely shocked) that you’re enjoying my IF, and I’m motivated to work hard so you also enjoy each new chapter of your journey. There’s so many secrets I want to share with you about the world, and I am struggling to be patient myself, lol.

I am not usually a very open or social person, and I was scared for a long time to share anything I wrote. I reached a point in my personal life in the last few years where I just needed to embrace what I loved to do and share it with a community that shares in that love. I encourage you to do the same whether there is a story in your heart, music on your lips, or a paintbrush in your hands. Life is NOT about your 8-5. We may not be able to survive without it, but whatever moment you can, do what you actually love. Put away the those things that don’t matter, the things that stress you - including people, and make time for who you are.

Thank you all and take care!

~Lunan

#if wip #twine if #twine wip #interactive novel #god cursed if #if game #interactive fiction #gc if devlog #amare game #amare

[rise-my-angel]

Because I love salt, what do you find to be the most annoying lines of so-called evidence or foreshadowing for ships you hate? For me it’s hard to pick just one but Jon saying Sansa looked radiant is up there for me because the idea that Jon had a crush on Sansa in the first book or before is so much worse than the thought of them meeting again and then developing feelings (which I still hate, but it’s just not as bad). It’s super normal for people to think their siblings look nice. Arya’s POV chapters also remark that Sansa is beautiful. Ashford theory is annoying because it was originally about the hound and Sansa (also hate this ship but the fans are a million times more tolerable). I also roll my eyes when fans insist that the bride of fire line foreshadows Dany marrying Jon (and I even LIKE that ship but only in an AU in my head where Lyanna is Jon’s mom but Rhaegar is NOT the father)

"Because I love salt"

You have come to the right place as this is an accurate real life photo of me running this blog:

Thats a good one I hate though, multiple siblings and family members in this series all compliment one another. Even characters with bad relationships compliment each other. In the books, Arya recalls that her father calls her pretty, which only Jon ever also called her. Does that mean Ned had romantic feelings for Arya? Or Lyanna for that matter? No of course not. Thinking someone in terms of beauty is zero indicator of attraction in any way.

Also its even funnier with Jonsas because Sansa herself notes that Arya looks just like Jon, and then on multiple occasions notes that she thinks Arya is ugly. So, its even less compelling.

In the show Tyrion compliments Cersei's beauty all the time and we know there is nothing to it. It's reading into something that isn't there beacuse if they ignore the way beauty is used in this series as a common compliment towards other highborns, then its a really simple box to check on really stock symptoms of attraction. (I also dont really enjoy Sansan but it is funny how they just stay in their circle and mind their business like they somehow are winning based on being not fucking annoying alone).

I'm gonna rapid fire for Jon here because pretty much every single ship he has is backed by the worst evidence known to man.

The idea that Jon never thinks about Sansa because he loves her the most is dumb and not how we know Jon works. He holds back what he says not what he thinks. He thinks of Sansa the least because despite being his sister, she treated him like shit because she looks down on him for being a bastard. Jon cares about her, but not anywhere near how he cares about his other siblings who have clearly shown him love and respect.

The worst of Jon and Arya is a very very old outline that grrm scrapped. Its an outline that wasnt used and most of it isnt canon so it is literally a piece of non evidence for a ship that is disgusting. (Both Jonsa and Jonrya make Jons good older brother behavior towards his sisters look predatory and the shippers are all literally too blind to realize it)

Jon and Dany have literally nothing to back that up, because they are staged as moral oppositions to one another, dont know the other exists, and the idea that the motif of ice and fire will be about the coming together of romance is antithetical to everything grrm has established about the themes of his story. They are so far from being a ship that literally the ONLY thing they have to support it is the show and thats an absolute joke (see my every post that got me blocked by jonerys stans for more detail)

Ygritte is a rapist, so I accept literally zero "evidence" on that ones validity.

I also hate the "the actors have chemistry" argument to support really bad ships, because some actors having chemistry doesnt equal good romance, it equals good on screen dynamics in its own unique way. Like Tywin and Arya in season 2 have GREAT chemistry, but I don't need to explain why shipping that is creepy. Catelyn and Jaime have great chemistry, but it doesn't mean anything was actually there which could've worked.

Like shipping is fine, but so many people just INSIST it is canon or meant to be instead of something fun to think about. I joke ship about Stannis and Davos because its fun but I'm not over here arguing that people who don't ship it are "ignoring the text in front of them deliberately".

Also honestly, its really funny to me that you had to specify you'd only like that ship if they weren't related. Big oof on that one. Jonerys stans hate the idea they couldn't be related because they somehow think Dany being his AUNT isn't at all creepy. Like, Dany is related to Jon the way Jon thinks hes related to his MOTHER. There is no capability of romance or attraction there, that's crazy.

People who are biologically related but don't know it, 99% of the time are in fact, still not accidentally attracted to each other because that's biological survival instinct. Anti inbreeding protocol. But they think because DANY was raised to think her families blood superiority driven incest is fine, that somehow means JON would think its fine. Jonsas have no argument for that they just have to pray desperately that Jon would want to fuck his little sister despite how much it makes him look like a predator.

I'm sorry, I hope you have water on hand to wash down all this goddamn salt I just threw at you all at once.

Really, it isn't individual lines that irk me, its the overall tendencies of these ships to put more emphasis on things that don't even exist to justify something they don't even realize WHY people think it's creepy. I don't hate a lot of ships, just...all pro incest ones, and ones that promote predatory/rapist behaviors. Which is why I don't ship much in this series.

We're probably not meant to ship many people in this series if I in any way understand even a modicum of why grrm writes the lack of romance the way he does.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #anti jonsa #anti jonerys #anti jonrya #anti jongritte #anti jonerys stans #anti jonsa stans

[griefabyss69]

@zombiethingy and @steddieas-shegoes both tagged me!!! Thanks for the tags <3 <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25! All from this year <3 6 of them are microfics but everything else is around 1K - 21K! I've never in my life written this much lmao

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

129,098! That's a lot for me <3

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far just Stranger Things!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Still Motion (Paraphilia 01)

Last Man Standing (First fic in the LARP AU series)

Between Light and Darkness (First in the Vampire Eddie series)

Acceptance and Negation (Paraphilia 02)

Hell Patrol (First in the Apocalypse AU series)

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

Yes!!! There's only one or two I didn't and that's because they were rude

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

I don't think any of mine have an angsty ending tbh... Mostly because I write a lot of porn but also because even when I write for myself to vent there needs to be a way through all of the horrible shit. Otherwise I'm just adding stress to my life!

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

I'd say they're all fairly happy with a similar type of end goal! HOWEVER....... there's one I have planned that might stand above the rest in terms of happy endings, but it's like... a long term project that I have no idea when I'm even going to properly start.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far I haven't! I usually moderate comments, and the rude ones I got were more of the 'you clearly missed the mark of what I wrote' or not finding a polite/nice way of asking me to continue writing the fic

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! The realistically unrealistic kind! Also, usually involves some kind of BDSM or kink related thing.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I won't say I'll never do it but I don't even have another fandom I'd be willing to write for at this time, let alone smash them together.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, unless I haven't come across it! I think it's cool if someone gets inspired by something I write though, especially anything that's not already common in ST fandom!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but it'd be cool if someone wants to!

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

I haven't! I've like.... done a lot of yelling about potential things to write though. I have a lot of WIPs because of some of you LMAO I think the actual writing part of things is a very solitary activity for me usually, but I'm open to trying something short and sweet with someone (if things like time and energy line up as well)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie, if we don't consider fandoms I'm no longer actively reading things for! However I'm pretty easy to please, I love Steve and Eddie as characters and so seeing them in other ships (like Stommy and Hellcheer or a threesome version etc) is always a good time!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have two fics I started writing before I wrote the first one I published. They're important to me and also my writing has changed so much that I'm scared to even try editing them, because I don't want them to lose that specific thing they have that I might not be able to conjure back up.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Tension, when I get it right, it becomes the best thing about what I've written, no matter what the context is! Also I keep finding I write gay sex between two friends who are in love but just haven't Gotten To That Part yet, so I'd also say an emotional slowburn but a sexual flashfire.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Outlining, keeping up with motivation if I at all try to organize or plan in on purpose. I have to trick myself, like hiding a little pill in a piece of cheese, in order to have planning and organization in a fic. That's part of the reason why I operate in series instead of really long multi-chapter fics, because that's one way I can hide the pill from myself.

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

I haven't ever and I don't know if I'd be confident enough in my resources to do that! But it's cool when other people do.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...so I was like 11 years old writing Inuyasha and Kagome...

ST is the first fandom I've published for in over a decade AND it's the first fandom that I've published more than one fic for.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's really hard to answer. I really like a lot of aspects from all of them! Dive (microfic, july prompt "pool", body worship) was my favourite for ages, though. And it's still my fave microfic for sure!!

Acceptance and Negation might be my favourite longer fic, there's just something about the antagonism and complicated feelings about being so horny over everything that I find really fun to write!

No pressure tags!!!! @vecnuthy @wormdebut @hbyrde36 @penny00dreadful @stobinesque and anyone who wants to do it! <3

#fun things #chats from the abyss

[saiyanlpkwife2013]

Midnight Siren

Chapter Two: Hazy Daydreams

Romantic relationship: Hitoshi Shinso x y/n (female/AFAB)

Chapter warnings: Mild cursing, Mineta being himself, mentions of bullying (if you squint), mentions of headaches.

MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT BELOW THE "KEEP READING" BREAK.

This shit is OVERWHELMING.

Another bus has just pulled up and out come barreling 40 other students and even a few teachers.

Immediately your mind is a buzz with various voices.

Ah, no way! Is that the new chick that’s going to be starting with our class soon?

She’s a real cutie.

Oh, dude! Look! There’s Shinso! I haven’t really seen him since the sport’s festival. 

I wonder what techniques they are working on. I’m not even sure what the new girl’s quirk is.

Aww!! She looks so nice! I can’t wait until she moves into the dorms with us! We need some more girl power with all of the testosterone up in that place.

The noise continued, gradually getting even louder as the students made their way over to the area you were standing with Aizawa. Your mind going from a light buzzing to an intense amalgamation of voices you weren’t familiar with and were unable to sort out. 

You looked at your teacher, waiting for instructions while shifting your weight from foot to foot as you realize just how many eyes are on you.

“Alright students, we brought you here for a very specific objective today. You will be assisting Y/N; however, I will not be explaining her quirk. The less you know, the more likely you will be able to help her improve. That will be the only rule as you mingle together: Do not ask her what her quirk is. Other than that, stay together within this parameter.” Aizawa gestured to the outline that had previously been drawn as what may have been considered a volleyball court or something of the like. “You are free to visit with each other. The more you talk and think, the better. Use this time wisely. And remember: You are here to assist a classmate. I will intervene if necessary.” Aizawa steps towards the other teachers that have just shown up on the same bus as the students. You see Present Mic, Midnight, Vlad King, and the one and only All Might off in the distance. Past them, you see a somewhat confused Shinso who was not able to hear what all the fuss was about. He didn’t seem to care, then refocusing his attention to his task at hand. You eventually see Aizawa join him in what you can only assume will be a very different looking training session than the one you are currently engaged in.

“OHMYGOODNESS, I’m so pumped to meet you! My name is Mina and we are so stoked to have another girl join our class!” The pink girl jumping up and down as she grabbed your arm and dragged you over to meet more of the class that you would soon be calling friends.

“It is a great pleasure to meet you, Y/N. We know that you will be a wonderful addition to our class. Please allow me to introduce myself: My name is Iida and I am 1A’s class representative. If you need ANYTHING, please do not hesitate to reach out!” Iida punctuates his statements by chopping the air, his mind speaking with the same sincerity and intensity as his actual words. Still, there were others buzzing in your mind. A LOT more buzzing.

Tch, freaking extra. I had to come all the way out here to help some chick I don’t even know. If she’s such great hero material, then why the fuck did she not just start with the hero program in the first place?! Waste of time.

You recognized that voice from the spikey blond, the same one who came in first place at the sports festival. Hey, I’ve heard worse thoughts about me. You shrug to yourself, laughing at his little internal tantrum.

Oh, no way!! I’m so excited to meet this girl! I wish I could ask about her quirk. I would love to know what kind of hero she wants to be, what some of her techniques are and what her fighting style is like, and how she plans on improving. I’m sure she has to be pretty strong to have Mr. Aizawa take an interest in her. I’m sure there’s so much I could learn…

You look in the direction of the mental word vomit and recognize the green mop of hair as none other than Izuku Midoriya whose thoughts are racing a mile a minute. 

He extends out an eager hand and rushes out with, “I’m so excited to meet you, Y/N! I look forward to having you join our class and working together to become the next generation of heroes!” 

You smile warmly and shake his hand in response.

Dude, she’s hot. I might just have to ask her out!

You change the direction of your focus and you see another blond boy. I think that’s Kaminari. Proud of yourself for remembering his name even though you’ve never been formally introduced. 

Heheheh. S-she’s got such nice titties. I bet I could get really close to her with all of these people around...She won’t even know it’s me if I pinch her ass.

Immediately, you whip around and see a rather short boy with purple balls on his head slithering his way to you. He stops as soon as he realizes your eyes are on him.

“Excuse me? You were saying?” You said to the pipsqueak as his eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of his head. 

Whoa, whoa. Did I say that out loud?! Not that I’ve never done THAT before but I could’ve sworn...

The lisp in your mind starts to really grate on your nerves, you turn away from him, mentally daring him to give you an excuse to punt him into next week.

That was part of the delicate balance of your quirk. Over the years, you had to perfect different reactions to people when you overheard their thoughts. Not everything thought “at” you or about you was as nice as what you were receiving at this moment (minus grape boy) and over the years, you have had to develop some pretty thick skin. And you couldn’t just ACT on whatever you had the displeasure of overhearing. I mean, people are entitled to their private thoughts. 

But the second someone actually laid a hand on you, it’s game over.

~*~

The rest of the training exercise consisted of officially meeting all of the students in classes 1A and 1B. Overall, you were excited to be accepted by them so quickly and relieved at the thought of actually having met them BEFORE you had to move into the dorms. That squashed that little anxiety you were having prior to officially arriving at the training camp.

Still, the more time spent around the massive group of people, the more your mind started to pound. Overstimulation to the MAX at this point and you weren’t sure how much longer you could handle all of the voices bouncing through the air and back at you. 

You looked over at Aizawa and he indicated that you still needed to work on focusing your mind on specific people so that you could improve your skill. What if you are in a crowded room and it’s dependent on you to locate the villain with your quirk? Sifting through the crowd so that you could easily track the target? If you allow yourself to get swept up in the mundane chatter, your quirk will not be useful to a hero agency.

You nod in his direction, indicating that you understood his instructions and worked on focusing on specific classmates to amplify and drown out.

This is going to take a while.

~*~

Your brain felt numb.

Classes 1A and 1B had spent the entire day mingling amongst themselves and with you under the instruction of assisting you with training. As a result, your mind pounded from the constant chatter, both internal and external. I just want to rest. I just want to go to my room and be by myself. Please, God, I just need some silence.

Of course, it wasn’t all bad. It was nice getting to know your new classmates. The group was very different from the support course students you previously shared classes with during your initial studies. Most of the support students would keep to themselves, working on their own projects as though it might be the next big thing and they didn’t want to risk the chance of having any other student get a similar idea for an invention. After all, the more you produced and the more effective the equipment, the higher chance you had for a company to take you on as an employee after graduation.

And it wasn’t like you were anti-social. You enjoyed being around people, the same as people enjoyed being around you. It probably helps that you are easy-going and likable. (Not to mention if tensions got high, you were able to help alter the mood and bring everyone back to center with Vibe.) But it did get overwhelming when you didn’t have a chance to decompress from the innermost thoughts of others.

“Dinner time!” Pixie-Bob exclaimed down the hallway. “Please meet in the dining hall as soon as possible!”

Your stomach rumbles. You hadn’t even had a chance to realize how hungry you were having just spent the last SEVERAL hours sifting through the minds of your new classmates unbeknownst to them. Now that the other students have left to return to campus, you turn towards the dining hall, hoping that with a full stomach, your headache might dissipate a little more than it was at the current moment.

Upon entering the dining hall, you see that Mr. Aizawa and Shinso have already sat down at the table. Walking forward, you take the available chair to Mr. Aizawa’s left, sitting directly across from Shinso.

The spread looked DELICIOUS. Various dishes ranging from ramen to cooked salmon, with vegetables and rice also available. The smells wafting through the air in the dining hall make your stomach rumble again, causing you to blush a little at the possibility that the men you are sitting with heard you.

You take a long drink of hot tea which warms your throat and travels all the way down to your toes. I can only imagine how nice a dip in the spring will feel later this evening.

You look across the table and make eye contact for what feels like the first time since you’ve joined Shinso at this training camp. It’s not like you have had ample opportunity, really only having spent time with him during the bus ride to camp, during which you found it best to doze off. Besides, with the heavy bags under his eyes, it didn’t take a mind-reader to figure he probably didn’t want to be bothered with small talk at the time.

You don’t look away, taking in the dark purple irises that seem to be holding an entire world within them, noting the flecks of violet that are sprinkled throughout. Interestingly, he doesn’t hurry to look away either (something that Aizawa notices).

“Alright, eat up. We have training early in the morning and it would be wise for the both of you to get some rest. While today may not have been physically draining in the traditional sense, mental exhaustion will not be your friend either. And one more thing…” He paused long enough to take a sip from his own drink. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t assign homework?” Aizawa posed, not really looking for an answer.

Wonderful. More work to do. I can’t say I’m surprised. But at least I’m not going through his strenuous training by myself here. 

You can’t help but smile to yourself which Aizawa takes as your appreciation for his dry humor. 

“You will both need to strategize the best way you can use your quirks in a combat setting. While we might not necessarily be starting with hand to hand combat tomorrow, I trust that you are both aware of how far behind you are compared to your classmates. As a result, I expect major strides in improving your quirks as it relates to hero work in a short amount of time. You both are bright students with strong abilities so I don’t foresee any issues when it comes to completing the objectives. Otherwise, I would have never agreed to take you on.”

You both nod silently, understanding the weight of responsibility of living up to Aizawa’s words. He’s not one to hand out compliments, so the pressure is on to impress.

I’m still not entirely clear on what her quirk is. I know I’m not supposed to ask but how am I supposed to know what I might be up against if he won’t tell me? I’m not sure why all of the hero course students were here today...but he said it was something to do with her training specifically...Does she have some sort of stockpiling quirk where she relies on the energy of others? How would that make us somewhat similar?...

You listen to his mind drone on feeling somewhat guilty that you don’t disclose your power to him. It’s a catch 22 situation. While it would be nice to have more people of your quirk, oftentimes it can cause them to avoid you for fear of what you might overhear. I learned that the hard way.

Over the years, you felt it best to just pass off half of your quirk as your “full quirk.” Vibe is a decent enough power on its own, allowing you to really set the mood in social settings. This in and of itself can help put people at ease which you enjoy more so than having them feel awkward or nervous around you. As far as thoughts go, nothing really surprises you anymore. You’ve literally heard it all which probably helps you maintain a decent poker face. If nothing can phase you, then there’s really no genuine reaction you have to hide. 

From a hero stand point, if villains knew that you could read minds, they may consider passing false information for the sake of throwing you off their trail. It would be better overall for as few people to know about the true extent of your quirk as possible, which is something that Aizawa agreed with.

You, Aizawa, and Shinso settle into a comfortable silence while enjoying your meal together. It was interesting how at ease you felt around the two of them. Of course you always admired the stealth hero as he seemed to enjoy his role in the background compared to other more prominent heroes like All Might. You valued that kind of humility and quiet strength.

Plus, he was just a badass.

Maneuvering your chopsticks through your food, you find yourself lost in thought, your OWN thoughts this time.

You had a very difficult childhood growing up. To put it mildly, your parents didn’t exactly get along and being the oldest child, you often found yourself trying to shield your little brother from the negativity that seeped in through the walls of your family home. Your parents were so wrapped up within themselves, constant bickering never ceasing and the accusations thrown couldn’t be ignored. And even if they weren’t intentionally involving you, you really had no way to escape their intrusive thoughts about each other...Or the screaming matches that echoed through your home late at night.

On more than one occasion, you “heard” them discussing the difficulties of remaining a family. How things were different before kids, better. How they would rather become villains than remain a family. You heard the disparaging comments they thought towards one another.

And even towards you.

The saddest part was that they KNEW about your full quirk, not just the part that you present in present day. They were fully aware that they truly did not have private thoughts within their own home which only caused the cavern between your nuclear family to grow.

You wanted nothing more than to give your quirk away.

It was so hard not to blame yourself the day of the accident. 

Immediately thereafter, you moved to have yourself separated from your family entirely, to live on your own. Something they didn’t fight you on, which made it hurt even more.

School wasn’t much easier. Kids are mean out loud, sure, but they’re brutal in the safety of their minds. This was something that pushed you to join the support course once you left for college. You hoped that you might be able to develop your own equipment that could shut off the droning thoughts of others, even if just for a little while.

Aizawa notices that you are lost in thought. He clears his throat.

“If you both are done with dinner, I suggest you start on your assignment.”

“Yes sir.” You and Shinso say in unison, standing at the same time to assist with dinner clean up.

“Don’t worry about this tonight. I know you both have had a long day. Just know, I didn’t come here as the cleaning service so you will be expected to help going forward.”

“Of course, sir.” Again, repeating each other verbatim. 

You hear him audibly sigh and you smile inwardly to yourself. His thoughts feel like those of a father. Well, not of MY father, but one I would imagine cares deeply for his children.

He looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, almost daring you to reveal how tender his feelings are for his newest students. You don’t take the dare.

Both you and Shinso exit the dining hall, parting to walk towards your respective sides of the training facility. Before walking away, you pause, thinking something is being said to you.

“I didn’t catch that, sorry.” You say, turning around to look at the indigo haired man.

“I didn’t say anything.” He looks at you puzzled, placing his left hand on the back of his neck with his right hand in his pocket.

“Oh.” Quick to brush it off. Shit. I must’ve heard him thinking. I’ve got to be more mindful of that. Making a mental note to chastise yourself later for your screw up, sure that the exhaustion from the day’s training has you a little off of your game. “I must have imagined it then.” You laugh lightly, trying to ease the awkwardness in the air. “Well, good night, Shinso.”

“G’night and sleep well. I’m sure we’ll need it.” 

You nod your head in agreement as you turn to walk away.

#hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x you #shinso x reader #shinso x you #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x you #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinsou #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #mha shinso #bnha shinso #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #bnha relationship #mha relationship #bnha y/n #mha y/n #hitoshi shinso x female reader #hitoshi shinsou x female reader #shinso x f!reader #shinsou x female reader #shinsou x f!reader #shinso x y/n

[monsterhunting]

Hello! I was re-reading -i bet you think about me- yesterday, and saw your reblog about the commentary posts 👀 would v much enjoy some info on the writing process for that fic. It's my favourite modern-era version of Jonathan, that perfect mix of grumpy and sweet 🧡 also love how that fic gently played around with the mean/petty elements of both Steve and Jonathan's personalities (v underappreciated character traits of theirs in my opinion)

[i bet you think about me; from this ask meme!]

omg well firstly this is very very nice of you to say!!!!! i am very honored that is a fic you would want to reread, i had a lot of fun writing that one!

and ok so originally i thought that fic might be a long oneshot (this happens very often I fear.) once i outlined and started writing, I realized that wouldn’t be the case, but before that?l? the idea for the fic was inspired by the fact that my Alexa is synced to my Spotify, which means sometimes i’m listening to music on my phone or laptop and it randomly cuts off bc my mom started listening to the Alexa at home. (Luckily this hasn’t screwed my algorithm up too badly. although i did get an email the other month thanking me for being one of earth wind & fire’s top fans.) ((also: i realize now this is a weird jump to “hmm stonathan exes to lovers au where….” but that was indeed the jump i made.))

so for several months the fic sat in my Google docs with just a few lines of prose/dialogue here and there and a couple of notes with ideas. I think the first little bit i wrote was the beginning when steve tells robin about realizing Jonathan still has his Spotify (and by that i mean that for a while the only words in the Google docs were “you know what’s funny about this? You and Jonathan have, like, the opposite taste in music.”) and then for a while I’d randomly come up with little ideas and quickly add them to the doc. In fact, i distinctly remember driving home from a vacation with my family in the car, coming up with a bunch of ideas, and quickly writing them down when we stopped at the Starbucks drive thru. (I think that was when I threw in the what makes you beautiful karaoke flashback and also the scene post-confrontation where Nancy tells steve Jonathan is seeing someone and then has to clarify it’s a therapist lmao)

So that was the ~early stage stuff, and then i fully outlined it and started actually writing and then posting it in chapters, which is around the time I decided it would be nonlinear with flashbacks breaking up the present day sections. Also: the flashbacks were very much my favorite part to write!!!

And then from there i was mainly focused on creating, like….the vibe. I pretty much knew i wanted the fic to start out fun with a lot of Spotify shenanigans but get a bit more angsty as it went on, and i wanted that to tie in with Steve’s general attitude at the beginning being “the breakup wasn’t a big deal and we weren’t even serious” (which you kinda know from the get-go can’t be true because steve and jonathan were neighbors and friends for over a year before they even started dating) and then as the fic goes on you realize it very much was serious and steve is very much not over it. And then alongside that i was trying to walk the line of “these are two fucked up individuals who are very fucked up over each other and the reasons why they broke up make sense for them as characters and are realistic but also you should root for them to get back together regardless.” which was….hard at times lmao. i mean i feel like stonathan kinda have a toxic yaoi vibe depending on characterization / context so it wasn’t hard hard but also i did want to show they were genuinely good together and happy before they self sabotaged their relationship so that was another line i also struggled to walk.

relatedly; i’m glad you said you liked steve and jonathan’s petty/mean elements because i worried at several moments i was making them too mean! i think i was especially worried people would think jonathan was too mean, mainly because you don’t get his pov so you don’t really know what’s going on in his head. which is partly what i added in a little wrap-up of the events of the fic from his point of view when he and Steve talk toward the end. but also, tbh — and maybe this will sound bad lmao — i was thinking about it and then i was like “hang on. you’re writing M/M fanfiction. The only way someone would get mad at you because they think either of them is too mean is if one of them was a woman. So you’re fine.” And that helped lmao

Not really sure when I decided what the ending would be but i knew i wanted their reconciliation convo to start with Jonathan playing a song that had some sort of significance to steve / their relationship. And I knew i wanted them to be like “we’re gonna try again and work things out” but i wanted there to be a sense that they’d be successful without necessarily doing an epilogue??? so I just did a lil paragraph at the end that was like steve imagining them living together and giving speeches at robin and Nancy’s wedding and stuff, and that was basically a little confirmation that they’d be fine and things would work out. And then i ended with a flashback to Steve suggesting they share the Spotify account initially bc I thought that would be nice and full circle :)

Thank you so much for asking!!!

#ask #loudsnapdragon

[dearxtallxboy]

🎶⛔️🌞💖🦅👀🤩🤲

Thank you so much for the ask! I appreciate it so much ❤️

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I have to say that I usually don't listen to music while I'm writing. I get kind of distracted and I'll sometimes type out the lyrics of what I'm listening to without even thinking 😅 But a song I have been listening to on loop is the French version of Do you Hear the People Sing? From Les Misérables, which is A la volonté du peuple. Please listen to it! Even if you don't speak French, it's amazing! I also recommend looking up the English translation because it hits harder than the actual English version.

⛔️ - Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I have a couple that I've written little drabbles for that never went anywhere, mostly because I struggled with writing it or I didn't like the idea once I had it written down. I had a Detroit: Become Human AU with android!Ben and human!George and they fall in love and it's cute. I might bring it back, but for now it'll stay tucked away in a little corner.

🌞 - Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

If I'm able to, mid afternoon is such a great time to write. There's just a chill vibe and everything is nice and quiet. But I mostly write at night because of my work and school schedule, which is also fine. I'm usually so tired by the time I start writing in the evening I'm lucky if I get a paragraph or two out before I fall asleep.

💖 - What made you start writing?

Well, I've been writing fics since I was about 12, but stopped when I was about 14, mostly because I hated what I had written and I was convinced I was a terrible writer. Fast forward a few years and my friend @ouiouixmonami gave me several gentle nudges into writing a fic and finally putting it up on ao3.

🦅 - Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I very rarely outline my fics, mostly because I write a lot of one-shots. The most I've ever written are three chapters and that's only because I can't fit all the things I want to write into one chapter without it feeling clunky. I do have an outline for a much longer Phantom of the Opera fic starring omega!Raoul and alpha!Erik. It's even got a table of everyone's ages, height, and whether or not they are an alpha, beta, or omega. Otherwise I'll just sit down and write things out until I'm happy with it.

👀 - Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I'm currently working on a follow up to my last fic, Lean On Me. The basic idea is that Raoul is going to be introducing Erik to Philippe for the first time, though Raoul has a teeny tiny secret that he doesn't want to reveal to his big brother quite yet, but the beans will be spilled before the day is over.

🤩 - Who is your favorite character to write?

That's so hard to decide because I love writing almost everyone! Currently my favorite to write is Raoul. He can be so goofy and whiny to write, but he so deeply loves Erik and only wants his lover to understand how deep that love goes. One I'm looking forward to writing in the future is a certain cynic from Les Mis because I think we're gonna vibe together pretty well.

🤲 - Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Here's an itty bitty paragraph from my latest wip. Enjoy!

He hated waking up these last few weeks. Every morning was the same. He would wake up sick to his stomach and would usually expel whatever contents were in it. He would feel a little better afterwards, but the acidic taste of vomit would linger in his mouth and he often felt too weak to get out of bed right away. He honestly didn’t know what he would do without Erik. His alpha would rub his back while Raoul would empty his stomach into the chamber pot, whispering soothing nonsense to help distract him. Then he would help Raoul get comfortable in bed again and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving to prepare a cup of ginger tea and some dry toast to help settle his stomach.

#ask game #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfic #phantom of the opera #raoul de chagny #raoul x erik #poto erik #grantaire #les mis

[fazedlight]

I'm talking about writing with some folks on Discord, and it's kind of amusing looking back at my fics...

With my first two - So I Kept Pretending & Paragon of Invention - I basically published every day or two. I had no idea what I was doing, and I was worried I would lose readers if I didn't post fast enough. It was also just such a thrill to get kudos/comments, that it was hard to hold back from posting my first draft as soon as I had it. So these fics ended up being on the shorter side, and not as well-edited. But I'm still pretty proud of them.

Then came It's a Metallo Life & No One and Nothing, where I published weekly-ish. It gave me time to edit and think. NOAN was so much effort, just from a canon-compliance perspective, and I really needed to take time hashing out the outline before I started writing.

The first chapter of Even Though You're Kryptionian was published on a total whim, since Supercorp was on the cusp of 20,000 fics, and I was in kind of a writing rut. So I decided I would get us to hit 20k. I think I took about two weeks between chapters here, letting myself edit and revise. And I think taking more time really helped the fic. (The funny thing is... this was originally meant to be a throw-away fic that was basically 3 one-shots loosely tied together. But in taking my time, I was really able to integrate the story, and now I think it's my best fic.)

So now I'm on Darkness in All Things (which I actually thought I'd publish before ETYK, but there were still outline issues I needed to resolve first), and I'm taking my time, targeting about 2 weeks, but taking it slow. Since the Supercorp Big Bang adjusted their schedule due to the AO3 DDoS (which is 100% the right call), and I'm trying not to publish less than 2 weeks apart now, that means DIAT is taking longer to roll out than I thought. But like with ETYK, I think it's giving me time to really solidify the type of story I want to tell. (Though I still think ETYK will probably be the better fic. But DIAT gives me the chance to do some fun stuff. We'll see how people like it.)

I'm still a newer author, but in some ways, I feel like I really developed over the past year, and it's nice to see these projects come to life and see people enjoying them.

#I know this is too much information #this ended up longer than I expected #posting it anyway #mel stuff

[mychemicalrachel]

👀

Please! I love to hear the bts tidbits ❤️

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I love to talk about bts tidbits so I'm so glad you asked 😍 I have a lot to say and some of it is explicit so this is going to be under the cut...

I know you're reading Please (And Thank You) so I'm going to talk about everything coming up with that. It is.... a wild ride. When the idea came to me, it was just the first chapter; Adam going to Kavinsky to buy drugs. That was it. It was originally just going to be a one shot titled Good Boy and the only real plot was Adam discovering his praise kink. But I wanted more meat to the story, and I wanted to find a way to incorporate Ronan into it because if there's one thing I love more than Kavinsky/Adam, it's Kavinsky/Adam/Ronan. And then I just had to figure out a way for them to get there.

My outline for this fic is all over the place. I have a vague idea for each chapter that reads as follows;

Chapter 1: Adam gets more than he bargained for when he tries to buy drugs from Kavinsky. Enter; a praise kink. It's a one time thing…

Chapter 2: Oh Adam fell into Kavinsky’s bed again, it's a routine now. They get high and make out 😘

Chapter 3: Peeping Toms, those creepers watch Ronan nearly die in the church (?) Confession time, Kavinsky is a dreamer too. That’s probably the least interesting thing about him, let's have sex.

Chapter 4: substance party, Adam's there with K, ganseys there with Ronan. Ronan and Kavinsky flirt in front of their boyfriends and Gansey asks Adam on a completely platonic friend date.

Chapter 5: Let's all hold hands and sing kumbaya, it's friendship time. Ronan and k dream while Adam takes a nap. It's all very sexually charged. Kavinsky wants Ronan, Ronan wants Adam, Adam just wants to feel awake while his eyes are open.

Chapter 6: Ronan and Adam alone time, let those bitches bond. Adam isn't jealous that K likes Ronan, they have an open relationship, so when Ronan kisses him it feels okay. In fact it feels pretty damn good. Let's do that some more. That becomes a routine too, Ronan is a nice kisser. But oh no, K is back. Can he watch? 👀

Chapter 7: Let's have sex while K watches. That's not weird at all. Kavinsky is helpful and he gives Ronan pointers. Ronan immediately freaks out and tells gansey. TMI bro, but was it good? Yeah 😌

Chapter 8: Adam likes Ronan. He also likes kavinsky. He doesn't feel like he needs to choose, he can have it all. It doesn't have to be weird, except Ronan is acting weird now. Damn these boys need to communicate. Kavinsky tries to talk to Ronan and oops they end up fucking too.

Chapter 9: Ronan panics. He likes Adam. he also maybe likes Kavinsky? That one is surprising. He meets Adam and K in the dreamspace and he's not sure they're real but it's like when he dreamt with k before and there's an orgy because Ronan can't hide his feelings inside his own head, and he's a horny boy. Magic sex is cool.

Chapter 10: Epilogue wherein they have talked and they're together but Ronan doesn't like the term open relationship, they're very much closed and not accepting new applicants at this time thank you. They're out at the fairgrounds surrounded by mitsus, making out, making love. Real sex is better than the dream stuff though it's messier. Adam likes the mess. He likes being praised by his 2 smoking hot bfs. Spitroast that fucker, then make them cuddle and profess their love. The end.

Usually when I make an outline, I think things through and try to figure out the underlying message, character arcs, etc. I did not do that here. I wrote whatever popped into my head and decided to go with it, and so far it's been SO. MUCH. FUN. I've been able to take Adam's bitchiness and kick it up a notch and explore the kind of person he would've become if he had befriended Kavinsky instead of Gansey, and it's allowed me to write sex scenes that are way different from the soft emotional smut I typically write.

#please and thank you #this fic is going to be so much fun #😈😈😈

[sflow-er]

12 & 29? :)

Hi @skibasyndrome, thank you so much for the ask! :)

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

Four. There's my main WIP (The real deal), and a second chapter to a one-shot from last year (Like you better). Then there's an outline for a one-shot I may or may not write for my main series, and a new secret project that may or may not pan out.

29. Favourite line/passage you wrote this year?

There are lots of scenes I enjoyed writing, and lots of lines/passages too (other ask). But my very favourite thing was the Walty kiss in Last chance, which came out really nice and was the first kiss I got to write in ages! I'm putting it under the cut.

Thanks so much again, these were fun asks! 💜

[Ask list for reference]

Snippet for 29 (sorry if the cut doesn't show up, I did try to shorten the answers above to make it work!)

It started out as a drunken observation. An off-handed comment Walter made on their way back from a party, about how it was everyone else’s loss that they spent the whole evening talking and dancing amongst themselves again. Instead of being forgotten by the morning, it turned first into a joke about how they should just start dating each other, and then into awkward laughs and silences that weren’t quite deep enough to hide the underlying question.

And now, well. Now that question has turned into an intense, mutual search for something in each other’s eyes. Henry can’t say he knows what that is, and he suspects Walter doesn’t, either. But he’s pretty sure he sees it and even surer that Walter won’t mind him trying to confirm it.

The bed they’re sitting on creaks when he leans in.

Henry keeps his eyes open just long enough to see Walter’s dark lashes settle into symmetrical fans. It’s the perfect last glimpse before letting other sensory cues take over. The scent of lime and mint toothpaste on Walter’s breath that Henry can almost taste across the narrowing distance. The sound of that same breath hitching. The brush of Walter’s fingers on the side of his neck, the tickle of Walter’s hair on his brow, the chafe of Walter’s upper lip against his own.

The tension and pressure at their point of contact.

They break apart after a few loud and frantic heartbeats. Henry draws a sharp breath and very slowly blows it out to steady himself. Walter swallows audibly, rolls his lips, even starts to withdraw his hand until Henry holds it in place. They share a red-faced smile and a nod to acknowledge the line that’s been crossed, and then they try again.

Their lips are softer on the second time. Readier to fit together on every stroke, every press, every little tug. The rhythm comes very naturally, as does the impulse to imitate it in touch. Walter’s fingers wander from Henry’s neck down to his chest, clutching the front of his shirt in a way that makes his heart flutter. He moves his own hand to the side of Walter’s face in response. Relishes the heat of Walter’s cheek under his palm, traces the curve of Walter’s ear with his fingertips. Walter shivers and sighs against his lips, and the room around him falls away.

When they finally disconnect and lock eyes again, there’s no need to keep searching. Whatever it is, it’s right there. Henry can’t help thinking they’re both complete idiots for taking so long to look.

The words sink into the vaguely Walter-shaped fuzz that still fills his mind before he can voice them. He tries very hard to find them again, because they felt really smart, and the next thing either of them says should probably be special. Something worthy of the massive shift that’s happening between them.

To his dismay, his brain eventually just gives up, leaving his mouth to blurt out, “So that was nice.”

#thanks again for the ask! #still accepting more! #skibasyndrome #ask game #ao3 wrapped #this one is going in the tags because there's a snippet: #young royals #walty #young royals fanfic #young royals fic #henry young royals #walter young royals

[shipsgaysfordays]

i need help deciding on what fic to get back into writing, so no promises, but i’m gonna make a poll so you guys can help me

and then some basic description depending on how much planning i have done

“you make me feel like a fool”

the big bad miscommunication strikes again and remus, sirius, mary, and lily plan a double date: though before the date remus and lily have one question plaguing their minds—who’s dating who?

“although i am broken, my heart is unchanged still”

so, this fic i’ve already made many chapter of

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the basic beginning premise, if you have not read it yet, is that remus is a bit delusional in the years post-halloween. this is not helped by sirus escaping azkaban, not knowing what else to do, remus searches for sirius, looking for revenge and blood. though deep down there’s still a part of them that misses zer. (the story goes off the rails from here but that’s the beginning)

the Queen fic

a song fic, using music from the band queen

i made the first chapter already and that’s here

the next one shot chapters will be “somebody to love” and “i want to break free”

tbh at the moment i’m not as enthusiastic about the fic, but i would like to get it done

Polygraph

heist au, sirius betrays remus and all the marauders

“A Tree in the Shadows”

as the marauders are doing random bullshit and pranks, the girls get into some misadventures of their own. mary, lily, marlene, and dorcas are still learning about life, themselves, and each other. so finding this secluded spot to just be, this tree in the shadows, this place for just them. yeah that’s pretty nice.

the uno fic

i don’t need to give a description, it’s all the marauders, playing uno with some pretty stupid rules (that i inherited from a friend)

Doctor Who AU

so, you take wolfstar, you take some certain plot points and ships from doctor who, you take an idea from a single episode of supernatural, put it in a blender. but you forgot the top of the blender so it’s all just a bit confusing and the timeline makes zero sense

i’m working on it, but very invested because it’s both my hyperfixations coming together

“but if you feel like i feel, please let me know it’s real”

my one minne/poppy fic that i started months ago

i have a huge outline for the fic it’s just that i need to get to writing

it’s minnie and poppy’s first year as hogwarts staff, despite the fact that they would have probably been in the same year, minnie doesn’t recognize this beautiful woman. it’s confusing.

after a childhood of being homeschooled, poppy is just a bit overwhelmed by hogwarts. though she did do training at st. mugos, hogwarts and all these children who constantly get themselves into danger is a whole other ballgame. plus there’s this really pretty professor who keeps showing up in the hospital wing.

(we may or may not jump between their first year and the year that the marauders are there due to drama and angst)

sick fic

i have no plans at all for this

i got my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday and kinda want to make a cute fluff comfort fic with wolfstar

possibly a wolfstar post moon since i haven’t really done that’s yet

#wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #sirius black #the marauders era #remus lupin #the marauders #wolfstar fic #marylily #marylily fic #dorlene #minerva mcgonagall #minerva x poppy #i can’t decide #please help me #what would y’all want to see

[thompsborn]

Hi! How are you?

First, thank you for create tbaf and hb, I really love the au's you create and how you tell stories, idk you are amazing. I just needed to tell you :D

Now, I'm sorry if this ruins the 'no spoilers' but can you say if there is a happy ending for homeward bound series or is there not one planned yet?

Have a nice day, thanks!

hello!! i’m pretty good, actually! i hope you’re doing good, as well!!

no one has to thank me for tbaf and hb, these two projects have been very fun to write and have helped me a lot in terms of developing my writing styles and exploring different approaches to writing in general, and i genuinely LOVE writing them (even if i sometimes go a Very Long Time between updating them lmao) so please no need to thank me!! thank YOU for reading them !! ❤️❤️❤️

honestly i’m not against giving spoilers, i’m more just worried about posting them and anyone who may have wanted to avoid them getting upset? it happened a few times back when i wrote reddie fics (the reason i stopped writing for the it fandom is because i would get a lot of messages and asks that were in general not nice and very demanding about what i write and how often i post and it just took all the fun out of it) so i’m just like… overly cautious probably lmao

but!! if anyone WANTS vague spoilers, there are some that i don’t want to share at all because i’m very excited to see peoples reactions to them (there are things i haven’t even told oddy, who i have messaged A Lot about hb and have told the most about my plans for it) but i’m down for some spoilers/hints !!

here’s my compromise i guess for anyone who WANTS to see these hints and mild/vague spoilers and stuff: i’m down to post them, but i’m gonna put them under a read more tab and maybe i’ll start a hb spoiler tag?

homeward bound fic is my tag for the series (i also follow the tag in case anyone else ever wants to post about it pfkfkf) but i’ll tag this homeward bound fic spoilers and any posts in the future that drops hints and shit will be tagged the same !!

anyway, your question: will hb have a happy ending? look under the cut if you’d like to see my answer!!

okay, so here’s some transparency about the series: i don’t have the whole thing planned out.

i have a lot of ideas and i have certain things decided and vague ideas about the other parts, but past the last three chapters of the first fic, i don’t have like proper outlines or anything just yet. i didn’t even have a plan for the first fic when i posted the first like two or three chapters—i was coming up with it as i wrote it and it wasn’t until i was a couple chapters in that i started planning ahead because it was at that point that i realized how massive i wanted the fic to be and it was around that time that i started thinking about making it a series instead of a stand alone fic.

i’m still trying to decide who the antagonists of the second fic are gonna be (i know one, but i’m debating adding more and am ironing out subplots and such)

basically: i don’t know how the series is going to end yet. i’m planning on having the four main fics that will basically be the main story, and then having additional one shots/short fics that kind of fill in gaps and provide moments after college, as the four fics are supposed to encompass one of their school years. this might change, i might make it three fics or add a fifth one or something, but as of now that’s my plan.

while i don’t have the actual ending figured out, i can say with certainty that i want it to be a good ending. maybe not necessarily a super happy one, but it’s not going to end in tragedy. harley and peter are going to have a future together. the spidey squad is going to remain a found family and support system for each other. (also the spidey squad is going to consist of more than the core four we currently have, but i’m not going to spoil that part. it’ll start to be clear who else will be in it group as the series continues. matter of fact, the last chap of the first fic starts that process!)

the one shots that i plan to write based after the end of the main fics will have a lot of snapshots of moments as they all grow up — ups and downs, highs and lows, relationships taking next steps and having fights and making up and everything in between.

this answer is kind of long and rambly, sorry, let me try to summarize my answer in a few sentences:

while the ending of homeward bound has not been officially decided, it is not going to be a bad ending. it’s not going to end in sadness or tragedy. that being said, it might not be a super upbeat ending either, because life will always have its struggles, but the ending will be hopeful and happy in whatever way is most fitting of the series once it ends.

hopefully that answers your question well enough? idk i don’t wanna make it sound like it doesn’t have a happy ending at all, because i definitely want the best for these characters and their futures, but homeward bound has, at its core, been the embodiment of being a realist—not an optimist, not a pessimist, but a realist. the reason i started writing the first fic was because in the emotional turmoil following nwh, i wanted to try and take a realistic approach towards what peter’s story could be following the spell and may’s death and the loss of everything that his life used to be. and also wanted to explore how harry and gwen could be introduced and how harley could be brought into the loop. and of course as a parkner shipper how to make it into parkner as well lol.

life is hard. these characters have been through a lot (and will go through a lot more as the series progresses) but they are strong and they are full of love for each other and that will get them through it.

thank you for the ask!!! genuinely i LOVE answering questions about my fics and having a chance to ramble about them so please feel free to send more!!

#parkner #homeward bound fic #homeward bound fic spoilers

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Life Before Cancer

Warning: This is a long post. I apologize in advance for grammar but I’m journalling this for my own therapeutic benefit. Ergo, I don’t care about grammar. lol. (Although, I may come back and edit it later.)

I’ve written in dribs and drabs of what life was like for me before being diagnosed with cancer. It’s a bit hard to summarize something for a little Tumblr blog but I’m going to try. One day, I would like to write either a memoir or an autobiography for my kid so maybe the first step is writing an outline here…

Okay, maybe not an autobiography outline. I just started writing from childhood then re-read it and deleted it. It’s too long. It’ll be something I’ll do on Google Docs. Maybe I’ll post the links per chapter and if anyone wants to read about the boring life of yours truly, then it’ll be there. Anyway, moving on…

Life leading up to being diagnosed with stage 2b breast cancer.

I was diagnosed with early stage breast cancer July 13, 2018. A year and a half before that, my ex and I (of about 9 years) split up. We were never married. He proposed. There was a ring. I said yes. I wore the ring. I never planned to marry him, though. I loved him but I never felt safe or stable enough to actually take the plunge. What does that mean? It basically means I didn’t trust him. He was a bullshitter. The guy had a lot of issues (which I won’t get into because it’s irrelevant, now). That being said, he did have a great job, he was kind and did a lot of nice things for the kid and I. However, the last year and a bit of our relationship was the shits. He went to work. Came home. Drank. He was always a talker but ended up emotionally shutting down. He just seemed apathetic and bitter about everything. He turned mean.

He pretty much stopped wanting to do anything besides play video games and get high. In the end, all he did was mow the lawn and put out the garbage. That was the extent of his household contribution. He was in construction so he was “handy” but by that last year, he was emotionally “checked-out” and wasn’t into doing anything. He slept on the couch most of the time, too.

It mostly went downhill when he was transferred to a site that was pretty far away. He was up at 4:30am and out the door a little after 5am. Most of the time, he wasn’t home until 7pm or later. Every other Saturday he had to go into work, too. So I understood that he was stressed and burnt out. (Speaking of “burnt” out, he was also a heavy smoker. Which I despised.)

So the resentment was building - on both sides. I didn’t let him quit his job, either. He was there a long time and I kept talking him out of it as he would lose a lot of benefits and built up vacation time. This didn’t help with the resentment on his part.

I thought about leaving him but couldn’t afford it. At this point, I was a stay at home Mom and the cost of housing had skyrocketed overnight. The kid needed a lot of support as well and I didn’t know how I could juggle it all. I was at their school helping out a lot. Then I would do personal training to bring in extra cash.

I had to have a surgery during that time to remove a large dermoid cyst from my ovary. The incision apparently hit a nerve and I couldn’t walk. I was recommended to stay the night in hospital for pain control but he was the least compassionate partner you could have asked for. He told me I needed to come home. So, stupidly enough, I did. I was wheel-chaired out and throwing up as I was getting into the car to go home. I was left completely alone to fend for myself with the no support. I could barely make it to the bathroom and he wouldn’t help me. He would say I was being a wimp. That was the final straw of when I knew the relationship was over. Unfortunately, I never got my shit together to leave. I just ignored it.

The Break-Up

I found out a few months later that he was cheating with a labourer from his work site. Even though I knew our relationship was in the tank, I was still devastated. How he could lie like that was beyond me. I didn’t understand why he just didn’t leave. Apparently, a lot of the time he said he was staying at work, he was actually with her. I was livid. I found the texts on his phone. I wanted to message this woman back but there was no point. There was no reviving this relationship. The kid and I left. Him and his new girlfriend got married and pregnant within a few months after that. They’re still together. Living in the same crappy rental house but I think he’s changed jobs a half a dozen times since.

We officially split up in January 2017, and the kid and I moved in with my sister and family for 2 months so I could find a job and save enough to get a place. There was literally nothing to rent. At that point, I hadn’t had a traditional job for about 7 years, either. My self esteem was not exactly good. So the first place I applied to, they offered me a job and I took it. It was in retail - selling women’s clothing for minimum wage at the mall. I also worked for my parents in their office. (Luckily, they paid me above minimum wage.)

New Home & New Job

I got a 1 bedroom apartment on the 27th floor in a new tower with an amazing view across from the mall. It was in a busy area, central location with the skytrain around the corner. They tower itself had a lot of amenities that I barely had time to use. (ie Gym. Pool & hot tub. Recreation/party room, etc). It was very expensive and small but it was safe and close to work. Couldn’t find a home any closer to my job if I tried.

The kid’s school was 2 busses away. Many times, I had to call a cab and send them that way as I couldn’t be at 2 places at once. Even though I set up things for my kid to do after school (girls group, youth worker, behaviour intervention, etc) it wasn’t enough. My kid felt very abandoned by me during that time. I even tried doing split shifts so I was there to drop them off and pick them up from school but then I wouldn’t be walking in the door until nearly 10pm and my kid was already asleep. I initially tried finding a place close to their school but nothing was available.

Another New Job

Eventually, I knew working the way I was, wasn’t sustainable. I took a new job at another store where I was offered an assistant manager position. The problem was, we had no manager. She suddenly went on medical leave. So I was thrown into a management role making assistant manager wages for a number of months. The area supervisor eventually hired someone for the management role about 5 months later, which left me completely dumbfounded. I thought I would have been first pick …but that was my mistake. I didn’t ask or apply. However, I also didn’t know they were hiring a replacement or I would have. Apparently, the supervisor hired this person on a whim and pressured the previous manager to quit. It was all very weird and slimy.

Becoming Sick

During that time, I wasn’t feeling well, anyway. My energy levels were dropping substantially. I was spending hundreds at the supplement store trying to find something to help. I knew I was anemic but my energy levels were plummeting so fast - something didn’t feel “right”. Being on my feet all day with limited sleep didn’t help. I remember hanging some clothes back out on the floor and feeling so dizzy, I held onto the rack to hold me up. I felt like I could literally fall into the clothes and go to sleep at that moment. Over that past year, I had also dealt with walking pneumonia, 2 ear infections (resulting in them rupturing), a serious staph infection over a routine procedure at the hospital, then a horrible C. difficile infection. Followed by walking pneumonia - again. I was asked on numerous occasions by different doctors if I had a compromised immune system.

I turned into a giant ball of stress and started to get emotional at work.

Little did I know I had cancer lurking in my body. I did have a few palpable lumps for about 6 months but was told they were fibroadenomas (benign mass). Over a year prior, (before my ex and I split) I had an ultrasound which showed a few very tiny (less than half a cm) masses. I’ve had 5 large fibroadenoma’s removed over the past 25 years so I wasn’t concerned at all.

Taking a Break

Anyway, once my new manager came on board, I resigned as assistant and left for about 6 weeks. I had a bit of savings and was still working for my parents part-time but ended up having to subsidize my income with credit cards.

During that month and a half, I got a mammogram, a physical, spent time with my kid, ate much healthier and used the gym. I started to feel a bit better and returned to work as a shift manager. I had much less responsibility and way less stress. I was there for selling clothes and training newbies.

Diagnoses

Unfortunately, I was barely back at work for a month and found out I had breast cancer. My condo also sold and was taken over by a different property management company that was anal to the point of ridiculous. My calendar was chalk full of numerous appointments, tests, consults, lab work, surgery, chemo all in the space of 5 months. I fell into a massive depression. I felt horrible putting my family out. The guilt was overwhelming. My kid’s school completely let us down so I pulled them out and homeschooled them. There was so much stress. My oncologist stopped my chemotherapy treatment half way through - just before Christmas of 2018.

Returning to “Normal” Life

All I wanted to do was get my life back on track. I moved to my sister and brother in-law’s basement suite. I remember applying for jobs. I threw on a wig and immediately went in for interviews. Unfortunately, my body was still recuperating from treatment and the new hormone therapy was really hard to get used to at first. I was getting hot flashes constantly.

I decided that maybe I should look into retraining but I didn’t want to spend a pile of money when I wasn’t sure. I was already up to my eyeballs in debt. So, I volunteered at: the crisis line, the ER department at a hospital, assisted at the Salvation Army drop in centre in the downtown eastside, facilitated groups and health mentoring for Self Management BC and was a health mentor for the Interprofessional program at UBC. All while I was still homeschooling my kid and working part time for my parents.

Apparently, I didn’t learn my lesson about “over doing” things.

I did all of this for over a year until the pandemic hit in March 2020 and everything shut down. That time was a big blur. I still continued with a number of volunteer positions and homeschooled the kid. Being on the crisis line over the pandemic sucked. To this day, I have no idea why I kept up with it. I seriously dreaded it. I would have callers saying how much I helped them but the crisis line itself kept losing/hiring workers and man, talk about micromanagement. Nothing like giving your time and getting no positive feedback. It wasn’t just me - I overheard other workers getting their calls ripped apart. Over time, it was soul-sucking. I completed over 50 hours of training with an additional 196 of volunteering on the phones. I didn’t complete my last shift due to neck pain. My last shift was January 1st 2021.

Neck Pain

Mid-October 2020, I woke up with neck pain on my right side. I figured it was due to the weather changing. I waited a few weeks to tell my doctor and he said I should have a bone scan, anyway. Dec 4th, I had the scan. It came back with mild degeneration in the neck and was dismissed as arthritis. The pain obviously persisted and I ended up in hospital a few weeks later with diverticulitis caused by excessive Advil usage. I had returned to hospital multiple times for my severe neck pain and no one would give me a CT or an MRI. “Put Volataren on it” (which is a type of anti inflammatory cream) is what I was told. Then one day I lost feeling in my finger and thumb and my doctor sent me in for an urgent MRI. By that point, it was too late. The results came back that there was lesions on my C spine (but I wasn’t told it was cancer). I was immediately referred to a neurosurgeon. 4 days later I broke my neck (Apr 2nd 2021) by just turning my head coming out of the shower. The ambulance was called and I came home 2 weeks later a completely different person.

I complained for 5 months about my pain. I’m surprised it didn’t break sooner. However, it spread like wildfire during that time.

Financial Stuff

In the end, I had to claim bankruptcy which was hugely embarrassing for me. I wanted so bad to get myself out of debt but it became impossible. I initially wanted to consolidate but the trustees encouraged me to just go bankrupt as I could get a clean slate quicker and have one less thing to think about. They were wonderful and very caring. No judgement at all. My sister also did a GoFundMe which helped to get me equipment, ready made meals for the kid and me, home cleaning, transportation/taxi’s, items for the kid, easy, comfortable clothing for me to get in and out of. Just so much. We had a lot of help and support from the community.

A few weeks later, my sister and brother in-law announced they were divorcing. They have been dealing with issues for many years and were hanging on by a thread for a long time. The pandemic became the cherry on top. They insisted I didn’t have to move but I knew after a few months, the kid and I had to find somewhere else to go. My parents started to prepare their house for sale while I started to pack.

Anyway…

Let’s Wrap this Up

There’s two common questions I get asked since I got cancer:

1.) What do you think contributed/caused your cancer?

2.) What do you regret not doing in your life - or wished you did more of?

These are both heavy questions and I generally say “stress” for the 1st and “not travelling more” for the 2nd. It keeps the answers light and doesn’t invite more questions. Other than “Oh, where would you want to travel to?!” In which I would reply a random place in Europe and they would proceed to either tell me the time they went there or how a friend of theirs went there.

Honestly, there’s probably a lot of things that contributed to my cancer. Things like:

My ex smoked like a chimney.

In my late teens/early twenties I was on a lot of psychiatric medications.

Not taking care of myself more.

I was stressed out to the point where I woke up with what felt like butterflies in my stomach, every-single-day. The anxiety was always running high.

As for regrets, I regret staying in relationships that were long past their expiration date. I really did want to find a partner (a soul mate 💕) and get married. Now, it’s not happening. I have far too much baggage and would never want to burden another person with this full time. It makes me sad and it’s just one more thing I have to grieve. But, like everything else: “It is what it is”.

On that note, there have been a few good things that did come out of this shit-show. We live in a beautiful home in a gorgeous area (because my parents subsidize my rent). I’m not loaded down with drama because there’s a giant body of water between me and most people I know. For the most part, I can concentrate on my health and my kid.

So I’m wrapping up this excessively long post for now. It helped me unload some stuff out of my brain and I feel better for it. If you made it this far, congratulations and thank-you. lol. Have a wonderful weekend. 🌈

#metastatic breast cancer #breast cancer #breast cancer story #cancer #cancer treatment #broken neck rehab #my life before breast cancer took over

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Fic writer interview

fic writer interview

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name/nicknames:  username has been nickname for over 20 years now. real life name is natalie.

fandoms: A song of ice and fire. Wheel of Time but reluctant to poke my toe in that water since the show premiered. Anne of Green Gables. 

two shots?: Unfortunately, every writing idea of mine require 100k words to do the story justice. I’ve written only a single two shot story which you can read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14111139/chapters/32513682 Jon is a firefighter. 

most popular multi-chapter fic: Stranded. Two crazy kids get lost on a deserted island. That’s literally the plot. 

actual worst part of writing: Am I using this word to much? Is it to or too? Does this make sense? Will the readers like this? This sucks, doesn’t it? Wow, that sounds awful. Am I using to much exposition? Not enough? How about now? And now? Wow, this is really bad. Screw it, time to post. 

how you choose your titles: Heck if I know. My best fic title is Hammerfall because it really plays with what is happening in the story and comes from one of Sansa’s lines. Otherwise, I just try for something that isn’t horribly generic and then shrug my shoulders. 

do you outline?: With ones shots, there isn’t anything that needs an outline. For longer fics, sorta kinda. Usually, the first 2-4 chapters are pretty detailed before I write the fic’s first word. After that, I try to develop 4-6 bullet points of things to happen in the story. I usually know the ending scene when writing the very first chapter. 

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: How about a nice list of fics with the first 2-4 chapters done.

1. A canon AU Robin Hood fic. Jon is Robin Hood and his dad is the baddie.

2. Modern AU dystopia. The north is cut off from the rest of the 7 kingdoms. Jon’s dad is the baddie again.

3. Practical Magic inspired fic with Sansa and Arya as the sisters. 

4. Jon and Sansa team up to save an historical house. Actually ending up saving their entire town.

5. A vaguely Romancing the Stone inspired/ romance adventure fic.  

6. An apocalypse fic featuring a super flu that wipes out most of humanity. 

7. Sansa works in a small town diner. Untamed Heart meets Bed of Roses. 

8. A Sports AU. Jon is a hockey player. So is Robb. Sansa is the little sister. First two chapters written. 

callouts @ me: Honestly? Get better at writing fics in the 30k word range. Really really need to develop that skill. 

best writing traits: I can come up with a good premise and hook fairly easily. At least, I think they’re good. 

spicy tangential opinion: I really don’t know. Write what you want and how you want. Fic is for fans so go for it. Embrace the tacky and awkward.  My biggest opinion on these two crazy kids? I much prefer writing them as a team than slow burn UST. Honestly, I’m just not good at it. The potential dynamics of these two needing each other/needing to work together to achieve goals is my big hook. 

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