this has been sitting in my drafts for a really long time wow


So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?


  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?


  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet


  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?


  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?


  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.


  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me

fluffy and shitty but getting it out of my drafts anyways : )

“Sit still for me, Bianca!” You tell your 3-year-old daughter. You’ve been sitting outside the airport for a couple hours now, waiting on your ex’s flight to get in. It’s been delayed about 3 times now, and Bianca was getting too loud and restless to wait at baggage claim for him.

A herd of people start exiting the doors to the airport, so you stand up and look around to see if you see him coming, but you don’t find him in this wave of people. You turn to sit back down, but you see that Bianca isn’t next to you anymore.

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kept {one}

What: BTS Fic
Genre: Angst + Implied Smut
Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader 
Words: 2.2k

Jeongguk and you grew up together and has had a huge crush on you since childhood. One night together changes the equation. The question is, is it a good change?

Suggested Listening: My Love - Majid Jordan

A/N: There is implied smut in this fic simply because I’m THE worst at writing smut but after much encouragement (and multiple draft checks) by the actual angel @taecup I decided to post this. I owe you a lot bb, thank you so much for always always encouraging me! Ily :3

“I’ve waited so long for this, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.” he said in a breathy tone, sitting patiently with his hands crossed and clasped tightly behind him, in the gold ornate chair of your hotel room.

“Did our little Gukkie really think of me that way? I’m flattered.” you twittered pleasantly from the bathroom. It wasn’t a lie, you were genuinely pleased that he wanted you this way, you had never known. 

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So this is a light little Sterek drabble I’d ALMOST finished ages ago and then forgotten about until tonight, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Word count: a little under 2k

EDIT: just posted this to AO3 as well.

Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

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Dog Catching 101

idk why I wrote this, nobody knows why I wrote this, but here it is

Read more of my fics here!

Length: 4.5k~; Rating: all ages

Summary: When Victor and Yurio find a homeless dog on the street, they decide to take him to an animal shelter. Then, Victor finds an unconventional way to impress the cute employee.

“But look at his eyes.

Yurio looks into the dog eyes. In fact, he looks into them so long that Victor wonders if they’ve having a silent, exclusive conversation. “Victor, you can’t keep the dog.”

Victor pouts. He’s not sure why he’s listening to the advice of a fifteen-year-old, and the more and more he pets the poodle’s soft fur, the more and more blurry the reasons become. “But he’s so cute.”

“We’ll take him to a shelter,” Yurio suggests. “They’ll find him a nice family.”

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S4 - How they will confess

Jin: He would take his time. He isn’t sure if he really likes you, but he does likes you, he’s just denying it. Until just one day, he sees you smiling and laughing that’s the time he’ll assure himself, “I do like her…”. Even though he’s the oldest among his friends, he would ask for advices. He’ll be planning out things so it wouldn’t go wrong or something weird. And when he already knows what he’ll do, he’ll become more nervous. He would invite you out after classes. You guys always go out after classes but with your other friends. This time its just the two of you. He took you to the restaurant you and your squad always eat. After eating, you guys stayed for awhile since he said that he wanted to tell you something. “I… I… I like you… Alot.” And with that, he covered his face but peeks at you because of shyness.

Originally posted by nerdyariana

Yoongi: Yoongi would want to do it straight to the point. No more buts. Just directly say it to you. He would approach you but something, more of someone, stopped him. He saw you talking with some guy. It somehow lost his confidence. He would sigh and just go back to his favorite place alone. You, after talking with the guy, who turned out was your cousin (lol wtrdz), saw him, then something just told you like hey follow him. Then you followed him somewhere, he sat on the bench and you heard him rapping about a girl he likes and how he described her. “Damn” you said a bit loud, so he heard it. A little bit embarrassed you went to him and instead of saying sorry, you praised him for his raps and even gave advice in what to do to the girl. He just smirked at you and said STRAIGHT FORWARD, “I wrote this rap for you.”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Hoseok: He wants it to be well-planned. This sunshine wants it to be perfect, even if he’s not sure you’ll feel the same or no. He’s really nervous in a good way. Until all of his plans are about to happen while you are about to approach him. He called you to meet with him at some place only you, him and his friends would be, no other people.As you entered this dark kind of apartment, you called Hoseok. When you’re about to call Hoseok for the third time, lights then suddenly went on. And then you saw Hoseok, holding a bouquet of roses. As he comes near you, his friends then sang Miss Right. He then started rapping, “I think I’m attracted to you like a magnet, r-right now… Your-” and because of his nervousness, he forgot his lines. His friends were choking their laughs and Hoseok was embarrassed. But then he said that he likes you so much, handing you the roses that he should have handed you before his friends started singing. You couldn’t stop smiling and peck his cheek. He then was smiling widely even his friends.

Originally posted by sugmon

Namjoon: Namjoon wants it to be simple, confessing like in the books he reads. That day would be a normal day for you where Namjoon takes you out to the park, buy you ice cream and feed the birds, but for him, it wasn’t. He’s nervous, really nervous. So he decided to just say it the next day. He thought it would be easy because it would be just simply taking you out and saying I like you before you go home. The next day, he made sure to tell you how he feels about you. He’s still nervous, maybe more. You would notice his nervousness and instantly ask if he’s okay. He then looks at you like he just got out from another world and tells you that he was okay. After saying that he was okay, you still asked him but you got the same answer. He then invited you to your favorite ice cream shop. You both walked to the bench you two always sat. The memories both of you shared in the same place. The bench that you both vandalized back when you guys were kids. You told him about those days and he nodded and smiled. “I hope there will be more happy and good things that will happen to us here.” you said as you licked your ice cream. Hearing this from you, Namjoon thought it was a go signal. He sighed before telling you. “Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this…” he then slowly holds your free hand. “You’ve been on my mind, you’ve always been. Sometimes, I wonder, what if we’re more than friends? I can hold your hand, kiss you and…” he was suddenly out of words. “I really like you…” 

Originally posted by rapfluff

Jimin: Jimin would be like Namjoon, he wants it simple. But he’s more calm than Namjoon. He’d take you out to the park and buy you ice cream. But something always comes up whenever he’s about to tell you about what he feels. It’s either your mom calling you to come home, activities in school where you’re needed, or his phone always ringing up because his friends are calling and wanted some food. It was always like that, so the confession was always delayed. It bothers him at the same time kind of relieved, bothered because he still hasn’t tell you about what he feels and what if someone confesses first to you, he’ll never be able to tell you about his love, and relieved because the nervousness he’s feeling disappeared, for awhile. Then the next few days, you would be happily telling him about your day, he was staring at you with a smile on his face. You would notice this and ask him if something was on your face. “Do you want to know something?” You were silent as he asked the question. “I like you.” he said as he shyly smiles.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung: He’s a guy who’s active. Taehyung may look like he’s calm and really easy about confessing, no, he’s not. He’s really nervous. He wants to invite you to go play arcade with him. But he can’t personally ask you because he’ll stutter and end up not inviting you anymore. So he decided to just text you, but even when texting you, it will take him a long time. He will start typing on his phone but ends up erasing it. He’ll be doing this for 2 hours, typing and erasing. He got frustrated with himself and ends up texting just play arcade with me argadjfdgfhnh. You’ll be receiving the text and chuckle. Who would even say no right? And Taehyung who was embarrassed because of his text was actually surprised that you replied yes. He’ll pick you up at your house and then go to the mall. After playing arcade, you’ll eat some fast food and talk about life. He’ll walk you back to your house while your hugging the stuff toy he won for you. Before you go inside, Taehyung would get your attention. This was it. “Y/n, I… I…” the words won’t come out of his mouth and he keeps on stuttering. He was about to say nevermind but you cut him off. “I like you.” you said which shocked Taehyung but will later smile as you peck his cheek.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: Jungkook is a shy guy. But there’s a hidden confidence in him. And that confidence made him invite you out to a beach. Well. also because of that confidence, he also invited his hyungs. The best part when going out is the road trip, everyone jamming out to some upbeat songs, but there’s Jungkook, quietly sitting beside you being shy because of some small physical contact like your hands accidentally brushing each other or your arms. Once all of you reach the beach, everyone would be happier and more excited. You’ll notice Jungkook not looking as excited as all of you so you’ll pull him near the water. You’ll build sandcastles and maybe throw some sand at each other and accidentally throwing sand to Yoongi who was just laying down. You and Jungkook would be sitting down at the sand while the others are preparing food. You would notice how Jungkook is breathing nervously. You asked him if he was okay and he’ll smile and tell you everything is fine. He’s like he’s shy awhile ago but then gets turned up then ends up being shy. There was silence between the two of you and while you were staring at the sunset, you heard Jungkook mumble something.You’ll look at him and ask what he was saying, “I like you…” he still said it in a quiet tone but you heard it right. You smiled and place your head on his shoulder as he slowly holds your hand.

Originally posted by missbaptan

A/n: This has been on my drafts for a year, I already planned on posting it last year but because of things, I didn’t. But I finally have the guts to post it wow. 

There is Quiet

George Washington x Reader 

Time Period: Canon Era

Words: 2,496 (wow I got carried away there !)

Warnings: Nothin’! Just v sad and vulnerable Gwash :( 

A/N: Hi everyone! So this story has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time now, and I finally got around to finishing it! I once saw a video from the Mount Vernon website about how Washington never wanted to be president, and after reading up on it, the situation broke my heart!

Especially after reading this part in his letter to Hamilton on accepting the presidency:

“I call Heaven to witness, that this very act would be the greatest sacrifice of my personal feelings & wishes that ever I have been called upon to make.”

I debated for a long time about the title of the story, and finally settled on this one! I think we can consider this situation to be Washington’s personal hurricane, after all.

On a more personal note, I actually wrote this up after I got home from Tech Week one day, so this is really me venting a bit and blowing off steam ! ( > u < )

I hope you all like it! Please tell me what you think - I love feedback! Now, without further ado, enjoy! ^ U ^

Originally posted by cjackgifs

“It is my great and sole desire to live and die, in peace and retirement on my own farm.” - G. Washington

On the 15th of April, the year 1789, Mount Vernon was silent.

It was well into the night, and the servants lay asleep in their beds - resting their weary heads after a day hard at work.

The animals had long since retreated to their shelters - the hounds and the horses and the livestock, all breathing in even measures as they awaited the golden rays of the sun.

The crickets chirped and performed their midnight symphony, but all inhabitants of the great estate were so accustomed to their song that the sound only served to lull them to sleep.

All was silent, and all was peaceful.

Then suddenly…


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Sing for Me

request: “Can you make a drabble with #s 21 and 41 and 62? With Yoongi please? And as fluffy as possible? Pretty please with cherry on top? ^^“ ~Anon

21 - I got you a present

41 - This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in

62 - You’re supposed to talk me out of this

genre: fluff

pairing: yoongi x you

word count: 697

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A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for forever I’m so sorry I didn’t post it sooner! ~Admin B

“Hey dude.” You closed the door to the studio behind you with your foot, balancing take out boxes, drinks and your purse in your arms. Yoongi grunted from his desk. Headphones covered his ears, and he looked like he was adjusting the levels for something. With whatever was playing in his ear, he probably didn’t even hear your greeting.

After clearing your arms, you grabbed one of the boxes and a drink, leaving everything else on the small futon and walked over to Yoongi. You used your elbows to knock the headphones off his head, demanding attention. “I got you a present. The least you can do is say thank you,” you teased.

Rolling his eyes, he took the food from your hands and set it down on the only empty spot on his very cluttered desk. “Thank you, Y/N,” he droned, going along with the joke.

“You really ought to clean up your work space. How the hell do you know where everything is?”

Yoongi shrugged, still typing and clicking away in his program. “Oh hey you wanna do me a favor?”

Skeptical, you leaned on the edge of his desk. “What kind of favor?”

“I’m not going to ask you to put hot sauce in Jungkook’s underwear again,” he promised. “My singer backed out, and all the recordings I have of her aren’t useable. I just need you to record like two minutes worth of audio for me.” Yoongi said it so casually, like you were a trained singer or something.

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?”

This was taking far too long; he knew you could do it. He’d heard you sing along to his groups songs. You weren’t a pro but you were good enough that he’d put you on a track. Finally turning away from his computer, he laid out his pitch. “Look, I need this thing done ASAP, and you’re the only person I know who could do this right now. I can edit out any faults, it’ll take you like twenty minutes tops to learn the part. And you’ll get paid of course, singers get paid to do this stuff.”

You took a moment to contemplate the offer. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Grinning, he rummaged through the stuff on his desk, pulling out a few pieces of paper and a CD. “Here’s the lyrics and the sheet music, here’s the recording with the example of the song. Just listen for the female voice in the back.” After thirty or so minutes of non-stop practice, you were ready. Or at least, Yoongi said you were.

The example track had the original vocalist on it, who was very off key. Yoongi helped you figure out what the notes actually were once you had the timing itself down and got you situated in the recording booth.

With headphones on and Yoongi back in his seat, the nerves were starting to set in. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.” Seeing him chuckle silently through the glass didn’t help either.

He clicked the button on his end and Yoongi’s voice flowed into the headphones. “Just sing, I’m on a deadline babe.”

A month later, when the song had finally been released, you went over to the dorms to have a celebratory dinner with the boys. It wasn’t too big of a deal, so Jin just made a few extra dishes for dinner.  Over the bustle of serving food, Namjoon asked Yoongi, “Hey dude, who did you use as back-up vocals? I might want to use her for the thing I’ve been conceptualizing.”


Hearing your name, you looked up from the bowl of kimchi you were holding. “Yes?”

“No, I used Y/N-ah on the track. That’s her singing.”

“Holy shit, that’s you?” Namjoon asked. Immediately, all the commotion stopped and all eyes were on you.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you could sing like that!”

“That really doesn’t sound like you at all. Wow.”

“You have to sing around us more often now!”

“We have to do a cover together.”

None of them were ever going to forget this, were they?

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Rock the Boat and Make a Mess [Josh Washington x Reader]

Author’s Note: I watched Doctor Strange today for the second time. I actually have another fic idea in mind for it already but it might be quite lengthy… and angsty… >.> So in the meantime, here’s some Josh Washington because wow, it has been a really long time since I wrote for him.

Word Count: 1,060

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okay but why have i never heard anything abt a jackbitty catfish au okay just look @ this [[[[this got long again @ fandom im sorry]]]] ( @asexualwhiskey )

  • so in a universe where Jack didn’t have a breakdown and got drafted (first!!! fight me @ everyone!!!!) to the NHL instead of going to Samwell, and Bitty went to Samwell for hockey and was still great friends with every1 on the hockey team
  • okay so lets say bitty is a *rolls dice* junior so he’s like 22 and its spring semester
  • anyway so bitty didn’t even want to create a dating profile on whatever dating website ransom and holster were recommending so imagine his suprise when he gets an email that He’s Found a Match!^tm
  • he immediately confronts rans and holster and they don’t even apologize they’re like “bits you haven’t had a successful date in a couple years we’re trying to help” and bits is just like “u know I’m perfectly happy being single u guys really don’t need to do this” and rans and holster are just Iike “give him a chance ok just try”
  • so bitty reluctantly is like “ok uk what whatever sure okay okay” and messages the guy
  • sidenote: bitty’s un is ‘hockeynpies15’ and jacks is 'jacqueslzpuck1’ bc he’s a loser
    • sidenote sidenote: jack got transferred to the falconers in bitty’s freshman year (from idk *spins wheel* the pens and still plays with tater and tater is the first person he comes out to and a year later tater convinces him to get a dating profile on the DL so that “zimmboni can find nice boy who won’t spill secret” and jack went along w it bc tater is a large russian man
    • he chooses to change his profile name to jack moore bc moore is his mom’s maiden name (im making this up as i go can you tell)
  • anyway
  • so bitty messages him and they start talking and they actually find that they get along really well and have a lot in common and eventually they exchange phone numbers and start texting all the time and bitty is tweeting abt “this boy” and his followers are like “um babe have u like, seen his face” and bits is lik e “no is that a problem”
  • so rans and holster (who tbh thought this was a better idea when they were drunk) send an email to nev and max about bitty and jacqueslzpuck1 because they’re kinda worried for him bc bitty is obv falling fast and they’re not sure if this guy is legit????
  • anyway bitty is PISSED when they do this bc like. “for ONE his name is jack. yes, i know his last name, its MOORE and he told me he lives in BOSTON and SECOND he has a dinosaur of a phone that doesn’t have a camera and his laptop doesn’t have a camera and he wouldn’t even know how to work one if he TRIED”
  • so nev and max are called in (and lbr they would get along /so well/ with ransom and holster like you know they would all go out and get drunk 2gether its great

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Just a Tour

Originally posted by tomhollandstan

Requested: by Anonymous

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Nah, unless you count a flirty reader ;)

Word Count: 1,055

A/N: So, I don’t know about this one, but I hope that person who requested this is happy with it! This takes place in a happier world where Civil War didn’t happen and everyone still lives in the Avenger’s Tower in New York. I hope that everyone enjoys this, and feel free to send me any feedback or ideas! I love talking to you guys, so hmu yoooo! (what just happened?)

Today was your first day at the Avengers Tower, and you had to admit, it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. Everyone was very welcoming, but they were all also very busy people. After you were introduced to everyone, Tony showed you to the elevator and a voice, Friday, as you were later informed, took you up to your rooms.

Apparently, everyone usually had their own floor, but you were sharing yours with another person that they had recently drafted. Luckily, it seemed like the floor was actually made up of two small apartments. You stood there for a moment, deliberating in your head which door was yours. After a few seconds, you noticed a spider decal at the bottom of the door on the left, so you assumed that yours had to be the door on the right, as you had no affiliation with spiders.

Your room was pretty nice. It had a very open feeling to it, with your living room area pouring right into your bedroom with a large bathroom off to the right. Someone had chosen a neutral gray color for the walls, and kept the rest of the furniture light, neutral colors. It was very clean and comforting, but you were sure you would spill something on the nice white bedspread within a few days.

You had been dropped off to your room a few hours ago, and you were starting to feel a bit cooped up. After rustling through the bookshelves and taking stock of all the toiletries, you decided that it was probably time to look around the rest of the tower. The only problem being the fact that you didn’t exactly know where anything was. After trying to think of a solution for a few minutes, you decided that the best option is to see if your next door neighbor might be in.

You took a deep breath to comfort the butterflies in your stomach. You were not great at introducing yourself to new people, but at this point you could ether muster up some courage, or you could sit alone in your room until someone decided to retrieve you.

You shook your head, before marching over to the door and knocking on it before you could change your mind. There wasn’t any answer after a few seconds, so you shrugged and made your way back towards your rooms. It couldn’t be that long until someone came to find you, right?

Just before you were about to close the door behind you, you heard the other door swing open.  “Sorry, sorry!” the boy called, panting a bit. “I was a bit tied up, and it took me a minute to untangle myself.” Your face must have looked as confused as you felt, because the boy blushed and quickly explained, “I- um. My webs got a bit out of control while I was practicing.Well, I’m Spiderman. You might have heard of me?” he asked a bit hopefully.

“It sounds a bit familiar,” you replied, trying to remember something about a superhero named after a spider. “I think a friend might have sent me a clip that was on Youtube?” you said, unsure.

“Yeah, yeah! That’s me.” He said, a wide smile taking over his face. “Oh,” he said, smile faltering a bit. “Did you uh, did you need something?” he asked, glancing around the empty corridor.

“Well, I was hoping that maybe you could show me around?” you replied hopefully. “I don’t really know my way around yet, so…”

“Oh, sure!” he said enthusiastically, shutting the door behind him. “The tower can be a bit confusing at first, so I totally get it. I’m Peter, by the way.” He said with a small laugh, making his way over to the elevator and pressing the down arrow.

“Y/N” you replied, happy to be out of your room.

“So, each floor has a different symbol,” he explained, gesturing to the panel of buttons on the right. “Some of them are fairly obvious,” he pointed out, nodding towards the buttons all marked with the different Avengers’ icons. “but others can be a little hard to remember. If all else fails, I just guess until I find what I’m looking for.”

“Maybe I picked the wrong tour guide,” you laughed as he pushed the lowest button on the control panel.

After that, the tour went rather quickly. Peter showed you around, throwing in little anecdotes here and there about certain rooms. There were a few times that he started a story that he didn’t realize would embarrass him until he got halfway through. After, he always tried to stop in the middle, but you insisted he finish. It usually ended with you in tears from laughing so hard, and an adorable blush that covered his entire face.

‘Wait, adorable?’ you thought, suddenly a bit concerned. ‘I haven’t even been here for a full day and I’m already throwing around words like adorable?’

Peter found himself thinking the same thing around the end of your tour. ‘She’s just… wow’ he mused silently to himself.

Eventually, you had worked your way back up to your floor, and the two of you were awkwardly standing in the hallway in between your doors. “Well, thanks for showing me around, Peter.” You declared, resting a hand on his arm. “I really appreciate it.”

“I um I uhh it was no problem” he stuttered, too distracted by your hand on his arm.

You noticed how flustered he was, and fought back a smirk that was trying to fight it’s way to the surface. “I’ll see you around sometime.” You said softly, planting a chaste kiss to his cheek, before entering your rooms, not even pausing to look back. You didn’t have to. You knew that Peter was standing there, being his shell-shocked, dorky self, and would probably be there for a while.

You hated to admit it, but your heart had picked up a bit as you leaned against your door, thinking over the last couple of hours. You let out a soft giggle as you pushed off of the door, throwing yourself into your bed.

It may not have been the most typical of living situations, but you were extremely happy to be there, not to mention how pleased you were with your new cute dorky neighbor.


Inveigle - Chen

So this one’s inspired off an outline my friend came up with during our little ‘feels war’ and i couldn’t get it out of my head so I had to write it and this has honestly destroyed me OTL why do I do this to myself

(He has a way of capturing you on purpose or non purpose.)

Writing comes easily to you. That’s just how it’s been since the beginning. You grew up rearranging words, structuring them into sentences that rapidly evolved into detailed paragraphs. A few years later after tons of practice, you began developing stories. Your hand feels most comfortable with a pencil tucked in between your fingers.  And when you were gifted your first laptop, you wrote even more.

You’re a writer.

But just as writers have their successful moments and hours upon hours of time spent on forming their stories with consistent flow, there’s also moments when things start going downhill. And unfortunately, you’ve reached this depressing time period.

Writer’s block.

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Not In That Way

Originally posted by sugaglos

Featuring: Suga/Yoongi (BTS)
Genre: Angst
By: Admin L

A/N: This has nothing to do with the Christmas challenge and is actually super ill-fitting for the season lmao BUT I wrote it awhile ago and it’s been sitting in drafts. I wanted to write more angst in general, so here you go. :3

You didn’t know anyone else who could break your heart quite like he could.

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The Lucky One

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Chapter 15.  Epilogue

~Five years later~

 “Omma looks so beautiful,” you said as you looked at her reflection in the mirror.

The wedding dress, on her, trailed along the floor like cascading waterfalls.  She motioned for you to come over so you obeyed.  To your surprise, she took off her diamond tiara and placed it on your head. 

“I think my daughter looks even better,” she remarked with her hands on your shoulders.

Smiling sadly, you took the tiara off and said, “But you are the female lead today, not me”.

“You’ll be the lead one day,” she spoke with utmost certainty.

“We’ll see…” you replied then cheerfully said, “Omma, let me fix up your makeup”.

Motioning for her to sit down, you grabbed a few make up palettes from the shelf.  With quick brushing motions, you applied a generous layer of eye shadow and blush to brighten up her complexion.

“Much better,” you complimented your own abilities. 

Your mother patted you on the hand and you grinned cheekily. 

Placing your chin on her shoulder, you closed your eyes and sincerely said, “I’m glad Omma has found her happiness”.

“You will find yours too,” she winked for you to look out the window. 

Raising your brows, you pulled the curtains open.  A handsome young man, dressed like an entrepreneur, stood outside chitchatting nonchalantly to other guest.  You shook your head, half smiling at your mother’s constant attempts to introduce you to blind dates. 


At the wedding reception, you greeted guest, laughing happily as people piled into the beautiful outdoor venue. 

“You’re Soyeon’s daughter?  Are you serious?  Your mother looks so young, I thought you were her younger sister,” a lady commented.

“Yep, I get that a lot,” you agreed, chuckling.

“Wow ________ah, you’ve grown up into such a beautiful woman,” another one complimented and you shook your head shyly. 

After a few rounds of guests, you were getting a little tipsy so you retreated to a nearby tree to rest. 

“Ah, beautiful shade,” you sighed to no one in particular. 

You threw off your ankle-cutting heels and snuggled your feet into the grass.  Giggling like a little girl, you let the soil and grass pile onto the valleys of your toes. 

Suddenly, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, interrupting you from your childish play.  You turned around.  The same young man from before bowed a few times to greet you.  Flustered, you quickly put your shoes back on, but the straps were a struggle, so you ungracefully stuck half your foot into the front of the shoe. 

“Hi.  I’m Zhang YiXing.  Nice to meet you,” he bowed again.

“Hey…” you greeted awkwardly as you attempted to fix the straps on your shoe. 

To you dismay, he held out his hand for a handshake.  You took it but because you were bent over from your disastrous shoe dilemma, you ended up using his hand to stop your mini-balancing act.

“Omgosh, I’m so sorry,” you apologized the moment you were able to stand up straight. 

He laughed, “Well, that’s a unique first meeting…”

“Uh oh, bad first impression, huh?  Am I down to negative 10 points?” you joked.

“Not quite.  Just different…Ms…” his sentence trailed and you finally realized you didn’t introduce yourself.

“_________ _________,” you say.

“_________ssi, nice to meet you,” he politely bowed again.

“Nice to meet you too,” you replied. 

From there you guys hit it off.  You chatted about things from food to sports to jobs.  You discovered that he owned a music studio and was interested in getting the interior re-designed so you happily swapped business cards with one another.  He complimented on how gorgeous you looked and you flirted back by calling him, “Mr. Good Lookin’”.  But somewhere deep down, you wished he had been someone else…someone you longed for everyday, every minute, every second for the past five years of your life. 

The bell rang to announce that the ceremony was beginning.  YiXing and you walked to take your seats at the venue. 

As you watched your mother walk down the aisle, you sniffled back tears of joy.  Beside you, YiXing handed you a tissue and you graciously accepted it.


After all the celebrations concluded, your mother persuaded the young entrepreneur to drive you home.  You politely declined but he insisted so you surrendered. 

“No wonder you’re the boss of a music studio,” you stated when a beautiful classical piece played in the car.

“Thanks, I wrote that,” he informed.

He was respectful and courteous, not to mention really good looking – basically the perfect guy.  However, you couldn’t get yourself to fall for him.  Unconsciously, you fingers looped around the heart-shaped necklace around your neck. 

When you were home, you bowed a few times to thank for the ride, waving at him to leave.  But you weren’t at all surprised when he waited until you were completely safe in the house before leaving. 

Very Responsible.  You mentally wondered if you should give him a chance but the ringing of your phone interrupted your wandering mind.  It was your boss.

“Hello?” you picked up and said.

“Hey.  _______ah, sorry to call you on your day off…” he started.

“That’s fine,” you replied, curious as to what the phone call would be about.

“I guess your name is getting famous in the industry.  A client specifically requested that you design his new home,” your boss spoke and your eyes lit up.

“Really?” you asked, unable to believe the news.

“Yeah, I forwarded you a few blueprints and background information.  Send me some drafts if you’re interested in the job,” he said.

“Sure thing.  Thanks!” you said and hung up.

Scrambling to your room, you grabbed your laptop to check your email.  You’ve been in the industry for five years so designing and drafting out a home’s layout wasn’t difficult at all – in fact it started to get a little repetitive.  But the fact that this client had specifically asked for you gave you a huge confidence boost.

From the email, you discovered that the client was a young businessman with a toddler son.  All the floor plans were already completed by your boss so the remaining task was to design a playroom for the boy. Excited, you opened your drawing pad and began to brainstorm some ideas. 

“Little children like to climb,” you mumbled to yourself as you bit your pen in your mouth. 

Mountain?  Ropes?  Stairs?

“Treehouse…” you whispered, your pen frozen in place.    

“The room will be a tree house theme.  So there’s a tree trunk-shaped ladder that our child can climb to get to the bed.  Above the bed, there’s a hammock so he can take relaxing naps on it.  And on the empty area beneath the bed, there would be a tunnel or maybe storage for the toys”

Dropping your pen, you stroked the picture frame on your desk. 

“Youngwoo-yah…” you called to the baby in the picture.

Taking the picture to your face, you kissed the glass, forever wondering how your little boy was doing.  He would be five this year, which meant he probably started kindergarten. 

“Did you cry the first day of class?” you asked not expecting an answer.

You wondered how he looked like, definitely not like the tiny bundle of joy in the picture.  Youngwoo was probably taller, weighed a lot more, and laughed all day long while pulling tricks on his father and…Minyoung.

With a sigh, you placed the frame back onto your desk.

“You wouldn’t be angry at Omma if she used your playroom design as the base for this little boy’s, right?” you stared into the picture but there was no answer.

Smiling sadly, you picked up your drawing pad and continued sketching out the room. 



A few days later, you received a pleasant surprise.  With curly hair and a floral summer dress, your mother knocked on your office door.  You looked up from your laptop, grinning brightly at the beauty before you.  Throwing your glasses sloppily on the desk, you ran up to her with opened arms.

“Ommaaaa!” you shouted.

She patted your back and said, “Silly girl.  You act as though I’ve been gone for years.  It’s only been three days”.

“That’s right.  Why are you back?” you narrowed your eyes and gasped, “Is Uncle Tom not treating you well?”

“No.  Of course not, Silly.  He’s off on a quick business trip so Omma thought she’d drop by and check on her precious daughter,” she said, pinching your cheeks.

Exaggerating a sob, you complained, “It’s been so lonely by myself, staring at the four walls of my room”.

She whacked your head, “Yeah, right…I bet you were staring into the computer screen with your drawing pad on your lap”.

You raised both hands in defeat. 

“Though…” she sheepishly grinned, “I heard that someone finally opened your heart and got your number…”

Laughing nervously, you tried to escape the room but your mother grabbed your arm.

“So…any possible sparks?” she interrogated.

You threw your head back in defeat and replied, “Mmm…maybe…”.

“Maybe?  Tell me more,” she grilled.

“Uh…he’s handsome…” you shyly admitted.


“And polite…and talented…and hard working…” you continued.

“But not Oh Sehun,” your mother knowingly finished with a sad smile. 

What?  How did…she know?  You blinked a few times then hung your head.  For that moment, you felt like a young teenage girl who had been caught red-handed smuggling hoards of chocolate into her room.

Your mother reached for the necklace around your neck and sighed. 

“It’s okay though…take your time,” she comforted, patting your arm, “But don’t cry alone in your room anymore.  Let Omma cry with you”.

With watery eyes, you wrapped your arms around her and cried into her chest.  She was warm and comfy, stroking your back calmly as you poured your heart out.  Deep down you knew that it didn’t matter if five years or ten years or an eternity passed, you wouldn’t be able to forget the two loves of your life – Sehun and Youngwoo. 

Your phone vibrated.  Wiping your tears, you reached into your pocket and took out your smartphone. 

“Zhang YiXing,” the screen read.     

“Let me answer it for you,” your mother offered but you shook your head.

“Hello?” you spoke into the phone.

“Hey, _________ssi, I’m right by you neighborhood.  Do you want to go grab lunch with me?” he asked.

Guiltily, you declined, “Maybe next time.  I have a bit of drafts I’m trying to complete”.

“Oh…next time then,” he said, his voice filled with disappointment. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you bid farewell and hung up.  Almost as soon as you do, your phone rang again in your hands.  Thinking it was YiXing again; you looked to your mom to come to your rescue.  She walked over and took your phone. 

“________ah, it’s your boss,” she said and handed you back the phone.

“Hello?” you greeted.

“_________ah, I just called to notify you that the client really loved the drafts you sent.  Upon your approval, I’ll have Annie and Mark start building the pieces,” he notified.

“Wait…” you spoke, “the project means a lot to me.  Do you think I can build it myself?  I know I haven’t done interior construction for a while, but I really want to tackle this one”.

The silence on the other end caused the beating of your heart to echo in your ears.  You bit your lips. 

Finally, your boss responded, “Though I’m not too keen on that idea…I don’t think it should be a problem.  I’ll have Annie and Mark on standby in case you need them”.

With a sigh in relief, you exclaimed, “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!”

Chuckling at your excitement, he said, “Drop by my office to pick up the key”.

After hanging up, you jumped around in joy.  The corners of my lips touched your cheeks from grinning so wide.  Your mother looked at you as if you were bipolar. 

“Are you heading out?” your mother asked with crossed arms.

“Yeah.  My boss just passed down a project to me,” you informed but paused when you noticed that your mother looked disappointed.

“I stopped by to accompany you and you ditch me?” she pretended to complain.

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around her and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be home for dinner”.

Her eyes lit up and she offered, “Since I’ll be gone for a few months for my honey moon, let Omma cook you dinner.  What would you like to eat?”

Beaming, you slyly asked, “Anything?”

“Anything” your mother firmly replied.

With your arms on your hips, you triumphantly requested, “Fried chicken wings”.

“Aigoo, so fatty…” she shook her head.

Frowning, you stared at her with puppy eyes.  With a crushed expression, you turned to head out the door.

“…though once in a while it’s okay…” she spoke.

Hahaha.  Passive aggressiveness: 1.  Omma:0.  You chuckled wickedly.

“Okay, Omma will make it.  It’ll test my culinary skills,” she surrendered, defeated.

Still giggling, you turned around and kissed her on the cheek.  With a swift stroke, you threw on your tan jacket and headed out the door.  You were unsure if you were more excited about constructing the playroom or eating the fried chicken.  Eh…I can be greedy and love both, huh?

“Make sure you come home early!” your mother’s holler echoed down the hallway.

“I will!” you shouted back, waving goodbye to her. 



After picking up the keys from your boss, you drove to the nearby Ikeas and Home Depot to pick up some supplies and furniture.  At first, you felt slightly like a deer in headlights, having not done hands on work for so long, but you were willing to learn along the way. 

You knew that the tree house required lots of wood so you purchased a full cart of lumber.  At the paint section, you grabbed lots of foresty colors, such as green, amber, yellow, and chestnut brown.  Satisfied with your selections, you went to admire the furniture section.

The store was humongous.  Sofas and couches lined from one end of the hallway to the other.  You could barely see the end of the row; the last one appeared as small as the size of a pencil.  Rolling around on a mattress, you giggled like a child at a candy store. 

“You know what…” you said out loud then laughed hysterically. 

The client seemed…uh rich.  So it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to buy all the most expensive and absolutely beautifully crafted furniture.  Unknowingly, you started to make the biggest mistake an interior designer would ever make – you were buying things that you dreamed of owning, not what your client would like. 

Because…you thought you would never get the chance to build your dream house anyway. 

Hauling the insane amount of lumber into the house, you almost tripped over the welcoming rug.  Well, that ugly rug will know what you’re made of.  Throwing the wood onto the floor messily, you picked up the rug and tossed it into the trashcan, replacing it with a brand new one you had purchase earlier. 

Spreading newspaper along the tiled floors, you set up a makeshift workstation.  With your goggles on and your hair tied up, you began sawing the pieces to match the concept model you drew.  Shavings and crumbs of wood fell at your feet.  Huffing and puffing, you shook off the sweat that dripped down your face as you cut out the final piece of the tree trunk ladder.

Your arms were sore and your legs were exhausted from standing up for hours.  But the little boy’s imaginary smile was enough to motivate you to keep working.  So you began to hammer the parts together, always comparing it to your notes to make sure the measurements and positioning were perfectly aligned. 

As soon as you finished assembling the tree trunk, your oscillating legs caved and you collapsed onto the floor, drained of any energy.  Yet even in this state, drown in dripping sweat, blisters all over your fingers from your amateur skills, and gross stains across your new pair of pants, you felt absolutely thrilled and ecstatic.  As you stared up to the ceiling, you unconsciously moved your arms up and down as if making invisible snow angels.  It reminded you of Youngwoo’s cute habit of kicking his tiny feet in his sleep.  Your heart felt heavy. 


Getting up, you brushed the wood shavings from your hair and clothes.  Outside, the sky turned black, allowing stars to shine brightly in the horizon.  Unintentionally, your legs guided you to the window to admire the starry night.  You sighed, realizing the perfection of this house you could never have.  It was so calming.  The night skyline looked as if you were staring out into the galaxy, neon lights flickered on and off like color dust particles. 

From the corner of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of your watch.  Uh oh.  It was already 11pm.  You were so into building the playroom you had forgotten your appointment with your mother.  Scampering around, you torn off your goggles and grabbed your briefcase.  Sloppily, you thrust your feet into your flats and ran to your car, in lightning speed. 

You don’t even bother aligning your car tires as you parked awkwardly at the center of the lane.  Running up the flights of stairs, two steps at a time, you cursed under your breath at your stupidity.  As soon as you flung open the door, your expressions softened.  Your mother, still clothed in her apron, had fallen asleep on the dinner table.  The noisiness you created coming home had woken her up.  You looked at her apologetically.

“Sorry, Omma.  I lost track of time,” you rubbed your neck nervously. 

She shook her head but from her sigh of relief, you could tell that she had been more worried than angry.  

“_________, did you eat yet?” she asked, still a little groggy from her nap.

You rubbed your starving stomach and shook your head.

“Omma will cook your some noodles then,” she replied and got up to head over to the kitchen.

“What about the chicken?” you asked disappointed as you finally had time to swing off your shoes.     

She frowned and uncovered a tray of soggy fried chicken.      

“You came home too late.  Don’t eat it.  It’s not good anymore,” she spoke, holding the tray above the trashcan. 

Hissing, you ran over to her and caught the chicken before they landed into the trash.  You popped a wing into your mouth, smiling like a fool.  Your mother set the tray back onto the table.

“Is it bad?  It’s Omma’s first time making it…” she looked at you filled with hope. 

Stuffing another piece of chicken into your mouth, you began to laugh uncontrollably as if someone was tickling you nonstop.  You spit out the bone onto the table, sloppily.  It fell down, bounced onto the tablecloth, and rebounded onto the floor.  Happily, you grabbed another piece and inhaled the food.

“Aigoo….stop eating so fast.  You’re going to choke,” you mother advised.

Ignoring her warning, you took three pieces of chicken and jammed it into your mouth.  Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard.    

“Breathe,” she said.

You froze in place.  The chicken dangled on the corner of your lips. 

Spiting the food out, you stared at her with glossy eyes, and asked, “W-what did you say?”

She patted your back to prevent you from choking and repeated, “I told you to ‘breath’.  You’re practically inhaling the chicken.  Is it really that good?”

Your lips quivered. 


Silently, you watched as your mother suspiciously picked up a piece of chicken with her pointer finger and thumb.  Biting into it, her face immediately twisted up. 

“Gross.  It’s so soggy and the inner meat is so overcook,” she threw the piece into the garbage can. 

Laughing, tears started to drown your face. 

“Aigoo, daughter.  Stop eating it.  Omma will make a new batch for you,” she offered. 


You inhaled a fresh breath of air and continued to eat.  Even though the chicken was indeed soggy, overcooked, and a little sour, you thought it was the best fried chicken you’ve ever had.




For the next few days, you regularly visited the client’s house to complete the construction of the playroom.  Especially since your mother was on her honeymoon, you discovered yourself basically using the building as your second home.  In fact, you had fallen asleep on the sofa last night. 

Stretching your arms, you yawned and stood up from the sofa.  Today, you would complete the final part of the playroom – the hammock.  You thought about using some type of burlap fabric but seeing that Spider Man was extremely popular these days, you opted to weave a web hammock. 

Pressing a few buttons on your keyboard, you researched instructions on weaving, since you had really only done it once before.  After watching a few Youtube videos, you thought you got the gist of it so you climbed to the top of the tree house to begin installing the handmade hammock.    

You threaded the rope through two parallel wooden planks you mounted onto the ceiling.  Once you reached the end, you crawled back to the first plank and repeated the threading twenty more times so that it would be steady.  But you didn’t like how one of the ropes looped through another one incorrectly, so you took the whole thing apart and restarted again and again, until you were completely satisfied.  When the base rows were set in place, you tied the ends so tightly your knuckles turned red.  A droplet of water fell onto your fingertip.  Foolishly, you looked up to see if it was raining.  However, the only thing you saw was the concrete ceiling above you.  As you began to weave horizontal rows, another droplet fell, this time dissolving into the fabric of your pants.  You paused, clenching the ball of rope in your hands. 

Why were you doing this?  Why?

The ball of rope fell from your hands and rolled onto the mattress.  You buried your face in your hands.  Why were you trying so hard?  Who exactly were you trying to impress?  So what if the little boy loved it?  So what?  It wasn’t like it matter to you…because…

Because he wasn’t Youngwoo…

You kicked the plank, making the whole hammock disintegrate and fall onto the mattress.  Gravity sent the piece clinging off the tree house, threatening to destroy all your hard work.  Instantly, you leaned forward and caught the plank before it shattered onto the floor. 

And it hit you.  So what if this little boy wasn’t your son?  Did he not deserve love?  Did he not deserve a room where he could play around in?  Like a web, every human is linked to one another.  He may not be your son, but you were a mother.  And once you identified yourself as one, you had the responsibility to share your maternal love to all the children in this world. 

With a sigh, you wiped the remaining tears and jumped off the bed to grab a hammer and some nails to remount the planks. 



One evening, as you were at your local craft store picking out glow in the dark lights and fiber optics for the ceiling, your phone began to buzz.  Handless, you placed the phone against your ear and used your shoulder as support. 

“Hello?” you struggled to balance. 

“________ah, something happened with your client and he has to move in today.  Do you think you could do the finishing touches today?” your boss hesitantly asked.

“Oh yeah.  I already build and painted everything.  I just have some decorating on the ceiling left to do.  Easy Peasy,” you replied and he sighed in relief. 

As soon as you hung up, you grabbed the whole row of stars and glitter and headed to the cash register. 


When you get to the building, you’re surprised that the door was already unlocked.  Your boss had said that the owner was moving in today, not that he had already moved in.  You shrugged and cautiously walked in. 

The lights were off. 

That’s weird.

You reached over to flip the switch but paused as you peered into the playroom.  Stars and hearts glowed on the ceiling.  A few of them lit up in neon colors.  In the center of it all was a spinning mobile, like the ones that dangled from a baby’s crib.  Intrigued, you slowly walked into the room.     

A child’s laughter echoed in the room as he played in the tunnel area you built.  Jumping up and down, he held a light saber and pretended to stab a tiger plush. 

“He’s dead!  He’s dead!  I saved the world,” the child exclaimed running around in joy. 

With a smile, you squatted down and greeted, “Hey, you must be the handsome little owner of this room”.

“I saved the world!  I saved the world!” he shouted, running forward to you. 

“Yes you did,” you laughed along, patting him on the head.

Immediately, you felt attached to this cute boy.  Your heart fluttered as you observed the adorable teddy bear hoodie he had on.   

He held the light saber up to his face and smiled.  You stared at him, frozen in place. 

Am I dreaming?

His crescent moon eyes stared back at you.  Your eyes began to water but you did not dare move.  Seeing that you weren’t playing with him, the little boy sat down and started hugging his stuff animals.  His light saber was discarded beside you. 

Carefully, you picked up the toy and walked over to him. 

“W-what is your name?” your voice cracked. 

The little boy held up his teddy bear and responded, “Pinku Pinku”. 

Thump.  Thump.  Thump.

Your lips quivered. 

He squeezed the teddy’s tummy, “Pinku Pinku”.

“Youngwoo-yah!” you cried, wrapping your arms around him tightly. 

Your eyes clouded and you burst into tears as you held your son close to your chest.  The tiny pink teddy bear dropped onto the floor.    

Am I in a dream? 

It didn’t matter if you were in a dream.  You would never wake up.  You wouldn’t.  You couldn’t.  Five years.  It’s been five long years of you wondering every night if your Youngwoo had grown a centimeter today or simply wondering whether he grew up healthy after his initial suffering as a premature baby.  And you finally…finally today your questions were answered. 

“_________ah,” a familiar voice called.

You stopped sobbing but didn’t dare turn around.

“Appa!” the boy shouted and ran to the owner of the voice. 

“Ah, My Little Man.  Do you like your new room?” his father asked, scooping him up into his arms. 

Slowly, you stood up and turned around. 


“_________ah” he called again. 

You covered your mouth.  Your shoulders trembled. 

From your blurry vision, you could only make out that Sehun wore a suit and a tie.  His hair was dyed the deepest black and his face…as handsome as ever.  With his son in his arms, he walked to stand closer to you. 

“Youngwoo-yah, remember when Appa said that if you behaved, Omma would come home?” Sehun asked and the boy nodded.

You clenched your chest. 

“Say, “Hi” to Omma,” his father instructed.

“Hi Omma,” your son looked at you innocently. 

You burst into tears again as you recoiled into your shell.  Your arms wrapped around your body in fear that this was only an illusion. 

“Kiss Omma on the cheek,” Sehun told Youngwoo.

He brought Youngwoo up to you and the boy placed his soft lips onto your tear stained face. 

“Youngwoo-yah,” you whispered.

With a cracked voice, Sehun said, “Tell Omma that you love her”.

“I love you, Omma,” the boy said obediently.

Sehun passed Youngwoo into your arms.  The weight of him in your arms could not compare to the weight of him in your heart.  Overwhelmed, you bounced him up and down playfully and then placed his forehead against yours.  He giggled in delight.

You were never going to let him go.  Never.  You didn’t care what anyone thought or said.  You were not going to let him go.  Hugging him closer to your chest, you kissed the top of his head.  Just like when he was a baby, you swayed him back and forth.  Sehun hovered over you two and lovingly stroked Youngwoo’s head.  Under the protection of his Omma and Appa, the child yawned sleepily. 

“I think he’s tired from jetlag and playing so much,” Sehun said and you nodded understandingly.

“Youngwoo-yah, do you want to try your new bed?” his father asked him.

Youngwoo excitedly nodded and squirmed in your arms.  Carefully, you walked to the mattress and placed him down.  Patting his back, you lulled him to sleep with a lullaby as Sehun watched you intently.

As soon as your son was asleep, Sehun held your hand and dragged you to the living room sofa.  There, you sat down, fidgeting around nervously.  Finally, everything was starting to feel more like reality than a dream.  But at the same time, you hadn’t seen him for five whole years.  How else were you supposed to react?

“How…how have you been?” Sehun broke the silence. 

“Good…you?” you asked shyly. 

Cracking a chuckle, he pointed to Youngwoo’s direction and replied, “Busy”.

Again, you awkwardly fidgeted at the silence.  To avoid the stillness, you kept fixing your hair; you tried to place a strand behind your ear but it kept falling back down.  Suddenly, Sehun’s fingers looped onto yours and he expertly readjusted the strand so it tucked securely away from your face.  Your cheeks blushed bright red.  His mesmerizing eyes looked into yours.  You closed your eyes.  But instead of leaning forward, he laughed and sat back down on the loveseat across from you.  You bitterly scoffed and bit your lip.

“That large tiger plush is cute.  Minyoung Unnie must have bought it,” you feigned a laugh to cover your previous disappointment.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Sehun smirk.

“Yeah, she did pick it,” he admitted.

Your smile dropped.  With your head hung low, you fiddled with a loose string on your skirt.

“I-I knew it…you don’t have such good taste,” you stuttered.

Why did it hurt everywhere?  

“Mmhm.  Minyoung always had good taste, that’s why she married such a handsome and responsible man,” Sehun said as a matter of fact. 

You swore you heard your heart shatter onto the floor into thousands of pieces.  Of course…Of course.  What else did you expect?  Wasn’t that the deal when you left five years ago?  You gave Sehun back to Minyoung..back to his true happiness.  But somewhere…somehow a part of you selfishly wished that his love for you was true.  Unconsciously, you pinched your leg to force yourself not to cry. 

Seemingly amused, Sehun spoke, “Remember that sunbae hyung from high school?”

Raising your head to look up at him, you replied, “The captain of the soccer team?”

“Yeah.  Luhan hyung…” he said.

What about him??  You didn’t understand why he was bringing him up.  Is this some blind date thing your mom thought of?  Frustrated, you clenched your fist and looked down onto the floor like it was the most interesting thing ever.

“Luhan hyung and Minyoung got married last year,” Sehun finished.

You blinked confusingly.  Reflexively, your eyes roamed around Sehun’s hand for any signs of a wedding band.  You sighed in relief when you don’t discover again.  A small smile curled on your lips. 

Still smirking, Sehun moved to the seat next to you.  You playfully pretended to cringe and push him away.  With puppy eyes, he placed his chin against your neck.  You felt your cheekbones rise.

Snuggling into you, he said, “I missed you, My Love”.

Butterflies flew in your stomach, tickling your insides.  You had to manually hold onto your cheekbones so that they wouldn’t soar out of your skin.  But because when you are in love, you become childish, you wanted revenge for Sehun’s trolling you about Minyoung. 

Pushing him coldly away, you spoke in a low tone, “But I have moved on.  In fact, I’m seeing someone right now”.

“Really?  Who is he?” Sehun sounded hurt and you immediately regretted fooling around.

“U-uh…he’s the CEO of a music studio…” you lied.

Sitting up straight, Sehun sneered, “Oh really?  Did he buy you the same heart necklace I bought you five years ago?”

He pointed to your necklace, blowing your cover.  You face palmed.  Sehun always won.  Always.

So embarrassing.

With a whimper, you kept your red face buried in your palms.  Fingers slipped in between yours and persuasively tugged at your hand to reveal your blushing complexion.

Holding your hand tightly, he sincerely said, “________ah, let’s start over”.

Still embarrassed by your failed prank, you wiggled your hand out of his. 

“They say, ‘Three times the charm’.  I don’t know if it’s true but I’m willing to give it a try,” he spoke. 

His words captivated your attention.  You watched as he took out a familiar velvet box from his pocket.  Your eyes clouded.  The small box opened to reveal a diamond ring.  Not any diamond ring – but your diamond ring – the exact same one you left on the vanity table five years ago.  You thought you would never see it ever again.  Unconsciously, your fingers reached out to touch it. 

Down on one knee, Sehun asked, “Will you marry me?”

From the shaking of his voice to the dilation of his eyes, you could tell that his words were genuine.  But deep down, you were scared.  You feared that Sehun was only doing this out of responsibility.  So you wanted one last test.  Smiling sadly, you motioned for Sehun to get up. 

“I’ll decide…if you show me your wallet,” you requested.

Slowly, he stood up.  With a suspicious look, he dug into his back pockets and handed you his wallet.  Taking it, you turned around so Sehun didn’t see. 

“Babe, I’m rich enough to feed you and Youngwoo for a lifetime.  I’ll even give you my bank account if you want,” he said, trying to peek from behind your shoulder.

You opened the wallet.  Instantly, your smile widened.  Even through all these years, the picture of him kissing your cheek remained the centerpiece in his wallet.  Hiding your foolish grin as much as possible, you turned around and handed him back his wallet.

“Hold on,” you tried to sound angry.

From your purse, you took out a mini Polaroid camera.  Sehun eyed you suspiciously but was afraid to do anything that would anger you. 

“Can we get a picture together?” you asked, patting the empty spot beside you for him to sit down.

“Of course,” he instantly agreed.

 You stifled back a laugh, seeing how he still was super confused and anxious.  As you pressed the shutter button, you turned around and kissed him on the cheek. 

Sehun’s eyes widened but then everything clicked.  He threw his head back laughing.  Your cheekbones were extremely sore from laughing as well.  As you waved the Polaroid to get it to develop faster, Sehun slyly took your hand and slipped the ring on.  You don’t complain. 

His arms skillfully wrapped around your waist and swayed you side to side.  Pulling you closer to him, he pecked you on the cheek, causing you to giggle like a little girl.  

You slipped the photo into your wallet.

“Now we match,” you said. 

Placing his chin on your shoulder, he nibbled your earlobe.  You smacked his arm flirtatiously. 

“But I don’t like how I look so surprised in that picture.  Let’s retake it,” he suggested.

Rolling your eyes you asked, “Are you still hanging around with that martial artist, who likes to take a lot of selfies?”

“Tao hyung?”


“Mmm, he’s cool,” Sehun commented with the camera already in his hand, “One. Two. Three”.

Reenacting the previous picture, you turned around to kiss your fiancé on the cheek, only this time he turned as well.  Your lips met his.  Smiling through the kiss, he licked your lips teasingly.  You kissed him back with just as much desperation. 

Breaking the kiss, Sehun placed his forehead against yours and whispered, “You know…Youngwoo had been complaining about wanting a younger sibling…”.

Before you could even respond, Sehun had already thrown you over his shoulder, laughing maniacally as he hauled you into the bedroom. 

“Oh Sehun!” you shouted.

“Shh…I said, ‘three times the charm’?  I gave you a warning, didn’t I?” he teased as he placed you on the bed.

You giggled and pulled him by his collar to kiss him.

“I love you, Oh Sehun,” you confessed, feeling like the luckiest girl in the entire universe. 

“I love you more, _______ _______,” he answered back. 

The End.

a/n: & There you have it guys, the last chapter.  m(o・ω・o)m Thank you x 100000000000000 to everyone who has been following this story.  I have no words to explain how I feel.  At first, I just wrote this story as a source of therapy for myself…

As a writer and artist, most of the time we use our own personality and experiences to form traits for our character and to see so much love for the main character, really, really, really, really, really, means a lot to me.  

Please shoot me a message so we can be friends :D!!  If I could, I would give you all a golden star.   

Also, tomorrow Cat and Mouse starts!!  Please give this story lots of love!!  Fiction, a Kris oneshot will also be posted!!  

>3< i love you all!!!!   

12 Days of Sabriel – Day 5

Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 5
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style.
Underage Drinking (< 21 years)

Sabriel || Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic

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How I Got My Agent

It’s been a while since I’ve written on the blog. Mainly because for the past couple of months things have been happening that are ridiculously exciting, and while I have wanted to stand on the roof and shout, I have instead held it inside and savored it. But before I talk about how I got one of the best agents in the literary world, let me back up a few steps.

Originally posted by onedimpleproductions

Since I was a kid, probably seven or eight years old, I dreamed of being an author. I was a voracious reader, particular historical fiction and fantasy, and some things don’t change, not even with the harsh reality of time and growing up. Like, “go to college and major in something useful, something that ensures job security when you get your diploma.” Well, that’s a story for another day (how I went from English, to Dietetics, back to English…) but what I’m trying to say is that the passion to write has dwelled in me since I was a girl. And thankfully, that little gem survived the chips of reality and adult responsibilities.

Originally posted by xe-stuff

And it’s kind of interesting. For years and years I desired to write something. For years I tried, and maybe got a few chapters into a story, but I just didn’t seem able to write and finish something that was worthy. And it wasn’t until I was working a full-time job and married (my plate is full, y’all) that I suddenly began writing again and finishing novels and revising my work and realizing that yes, I can do this. I burned the midnight oil, I wrote on lunch breaks, I woke up before dawn to sit down and get words on the page. It was exhausting and exhilarating.

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On January 7 of this year, I began writing IMPASSIONED. I finished it in mid to late February, thanks to the unexpected snow days (we shut everything down in the south when snow or ice threatens) and I finished my first draft watching the snow fall (because it actually really did snow this time) with a mug of hot cocoa wearing my pajamas with my dog curled up at my feet. I would move up north, just to relive moments like that one. Anyways…as I was revising my manuscript, I began to compile an agent list. Now, I had been through the dreaded querying process before with an earlier work that I have since discarded. I wrote a crappy query (I didn’t know any better, and queries are monstrous to write) and so obviously I received no requests from the ten agents I reached out to. But I learned a lot from that experience, and so this time I was better prepared to build, dissect and polish my query for IMPASSIONED. I stalked agents I was interested in (online, of course) and I came across Suzie Townsend thanks to the blog Literary Rambles.


Suzie is part of New Leaf Literary and Media, which is an agency that has blossomed over the past couple of years and has represented some incredible YA novels. Divergent, Shadow and Bone, Snow Like Ashes, Red Queen…I could go on and on. Anyways, Suzie has a great blog, so I began to sift through it. Thankfully, she had some example queries from authors she ended up signing as clients, breaking down what worked for her in the letters. This was extremely helpful as I began to draft my query letter to her. I also took advantage of Query Shark, another blog that I highly recommend for tough love critiques and painful advice (it certainly has bite) that will help you perfect your query while you cry and devour a carton of ice cream.   

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By May, IMPASSIONED was on its seventh draft. I had a few beta readers who provided me with some great feedback and encouragement, enough to where I realized that the story which had poured from my mind onto paper might actually be worthy of publishing.


I had my top three agents selected and their queries prepared (Suzie was my number 1, BTW). I was going to email in small batches, in case my query still needing tweaking so I wouldn’t inadvertently blow my entire list of desired agents.


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*Important Rabbit Trail: If you want a good agent, you have to have an impressive query letter. You essentially have to catch that agent’s eye on the first sentence and by the last sentence have them wanting more, enough so that the agent asks you to send your full manuscript. No small task, but think about it this way. Agents receive hundreds of queries in a month. Some of them probably get hundreds in a week. Like, I cannot even fathom that. Their eyes glaze over when they go through them. So yours needs to be sharp, concise and tantalizing. Far, far easier said than done, I know. Trust me, I AGONIZED over my queries, and still felt as if they were nowhere near perfect. But I would take a gander to say that most queries are carelessly written, scattered, vague, too long, don’t address the agent by name, and do a poor job at building suspense. Queries are about as challenging and unforgiving as writing a full length novel. All of this to say, you can do it, because I did it. And there are plenty of great resources out there for you to rise above all the others! End of Rabbit Trail.*


I sent my top three queries for IMPASSIONED out in the middle of May. Let me tell you how gut wrenching that was. I sat and stared at my composed email for hours, too afraid to hit SEND. And then when I hit SEND, I felt like melting into a puddle and sliding off the chair. I was a hopeless tangle of anxiety and fear and hope.

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What was I thinking? Could this really happen to me?


You don’t know until you try.


Several days letter, I got an email from Suzie. It was Sunday morning; I was sitting at the table with my husband about to drink coffee when I read it. She asked me to send my full manuscript to her, and I promptly broke down crying. I knew how momentous this was. Suzie Townsend was requesting my FULL manuscript. Which I sent to her, as soon as possible, and then commenced with more nail biting.


I wouldn’t hear from her until August. It was a summer of waiting, and that was not a bad thing. I took all my worries and anxieties and channeled my energy into writing my next novel. I knew Suzie was busy and behind schedule, so I tried to keep my mind occupied with other projects and tried to resist checking my email 24-7. I drafted two more novels during this time, stories that I don’t believe I would have written had I not been in a season of waiting.


THEN…just when I was beginning to wonder what I would do if Suzie didn’t like my manuscript, I got an email. She asked me to send her a synopsis and tell her about my other projects and what did I envision for my career as a writer. I hadn’t written a synopsis (whoops! Probably should have had one of those handy…), so I scrambled to get her one. I felt like this was a good sign, but then again, I had no idea.


That Friday night, I was sitting on the couch about to work on another project when my husband (Ben) told me “you need to go to bed early.” Of course, my mind was worn out, but when I started to object, saying I had way too much to do, Ben told me that what I needed was to go to bed. So I did. AND I DID NOT CHECK MY EMAIL. Which was crazy, because I had been breathing my inbox for months. Alas, I still cannot believe it. But that meant when I woke up Saturday morning, I immediately checked my email. And saw an email from Suzie, which she sent the night before around 8. In which she told me how much she loved my book and how she would love to represent me.

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I don’t think there are words that can appropriately describe the feelings that overcame me. I rolled out of bed, slid to the floor and wept. My dog, very concerned, climbed onto me and licked my face, and I had to reassure her that these were happy tears. You’re probably thinking, wow, this girl cries a lot. I don’t. But it kind of felt like I had climbed Mount Everest. Suzie was the agent I wanted the most, and Suzie offered to rep me without even talking to me on the phone. I could tell how much she loved IMPASSIONED, and to me, that meant the most.


We later talked on the phone for an hour. She told me all about how she got started as an agent, about New Leaf, and then what her plans would be for me and IMPASSIONED if I chose her. It was a great conversation, and she pretty much answered all my questions. I felt confident after hanging up with her, and she gave me many good things to ponder.  


I took a little over a week to think and pray about it, because I knew this was a huge decision, and even though I was pretty much decided, I wanted to make sure I didn’t rush into it. In the meantime, Suzie was going to Tahiti to elope (hooray!) but before she left, she sent me another email. I appreciated her touching base with me before she left the country, and once more I felt overwhelmingly blessed when she told me again how much she would love to work with me.


BUT WAIT. It gets even better.


I arrived home from work Friday and there was a package on my front porch. Lo and behold, Suzie had mailed me a package of New Leaf books—half which were ARCS and hadn’t been released to the public yet (SAY WHAAAAAT!)—along with a handwritten note. She thanked me for querying her and giving her the chance to read my work. I was so excited and amazed; I could have cried again. Instead, I went on a run with the dog, because I was bursting inside.

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A couple days later, I emailed Suzie to accept her representation.


And that is how I got one of the most amazing agents in the literary world.