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tiffany | bi panic | she/her | fic writer | this acc is mostly dead sorry y’all | subscribe to my ao3 for updates once a year

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Intro/masterlist

I see other people doing this and I have nothing better to do with my life :D

Hi! I’m Tiffany! She/her. ADHD as hell and addicted to caffeine.

Here’s some links to stuff I wrote!

(Home for Christmas) If Only in My Dreams: Love should be enough to save a life. OR: The Ghost!Julie Christmas Miracle!AU (WIP)

This Feelin's Like No Other: The rock star doesn't care about the play. The thespian doesn't care about the play they're doing. The birth of musical theatre, as told by Julie and Luke. OR: the High School Musical!AU with a twist.

Tis the Damn Season (hear me out): There’s nothing like coming home the week of Christmas and discovering you’re still in love with a worm-eater. OR: the Home for the Holidays!AU that no one asked for

Even in the Dark (I’ll still believe): Buckle up, pitches, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride. OR: The Pitch Perfect!AU but it’s Battle of the Bands (WIP)

First Sip (that’s all it takes): He doesn’t come for the coffee, but she doesn’t need to know that.  OR: The Music Cafe!AU that no one asked for (WIP)

Heaven Sent (you to me): Carrie Wilson throws one hell of a party. OR: The New Year's Eve!AU that no one asked for

Nothing I Do (better than revenge): Even cynics fall in love. OR: The Anti-Valentine’s Day Romantic Comedy!AU that no one asked for

The Story of Us (last chapter): She knows his name and he’s never going to get over it. OR: Part 2 of the Anti-Valentine’s Day fic!

On the Phone (yeah, you talk real slow): Saturday nights are for sangria, sandwiches, and drunk dialling your ex boyfriend to give him a piece of your mind. OR: The Wrong Number!AU that Kassandra and I specifically asked for

Just One Single Glance (a million little times): Detective Luke Patterson investigates the murder of a seemingly perfect man—and delves into the dark secrets of the beautiful widow he left behind. OR: The 1930s America Whodunnit!AU (WIP)

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I’ve got some unfinished Fairy Tail multifics on ffn, which I will eventually get back to finishing, but if you’d like to take a look PM me and I’ll send you the link to a Road Trip AU or a Music College AU. (Nalu and Gruvia, respectively).

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Is anyone else getting an influx of bot notifications from ffn? Like no thank you, I am not interested in commissioning cover art for the gruvia fanfic I abandoned when I was 15

[starcandymaknae]

Your Night, Baby (I want you to be)

pairing: kim namjoon x park jimin

genre: hurt/comfort, romance, angst

warnings: anxiety, mental health, panic attacks

word count: 21.2k (approx)

tags: university au, ex-dancer!Jimin, protect namjoon at all costs, side Taejin, jin is so done, side yoonkook, golden maknae jeon jungkook, no beta we die like men, growing up, the pursuit of happiness, spring day vibes, promise vibes

synopsis: People change as seasons do, all in the name of growing.

a/n: This is my first ever bangtan fic! I’ve been writing fanfic for different fandoms for nearly eight years now, but this is the first time I’ve ventured to create content for army. In a time of great uncertainty and chaos, both in the world and for army, I hope this story will bring you a little bit of comfort. Everything will be okay.

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SPRING

Ilsan isn’t anything like home.

For one thing, it’s so sunny Jimin finds himself shielding his eyes with his hand, his fingers braced like a visor over the crease of his brow. It’s so sunny he finds himself missing the rain, the hovering dreariness that casts the city in a cool grey shadow.

It would certainly be a better reflection of his mood at the moment. He’s always loved some good pathetic fallacy.

He loves Busan, too, loves the fish markets and the grainy sand and the dull streets stuffed with colourful people. He loves the warm cover of a cloudy day, the dense breath of summertime when even the fish seem to be alive above the water.

But this is not home, and he is not Jimin, not today. Instead, he basks in the light that filters through the glass ceiling, in the dry warmth that washes over him like a rolling tide.

He isn’t supposed to be here. He’s supposed to be in the fifth floor studio at the academy, kneading choreography into the meat of his bones until every step he takes is whispering with the memory. The performance lineup for the Spring Festival is set to be finalized at the end of the month, and Park Jimin is a household name at the London Academy of Contemporary Performing Arts.

Most dancers would donate a kidney for a slot in the senior showcase. Most dancers would pay a fortune for the best resources in the country. Most dancers would be in the studio, deaf to the rainfall of days passing, grinding their bodies into nothing but sweat and rosin, molding their futures to the pressure of a desperately waning opportunity.

Instead, Jimin had woken up that morning, hefted his duffle bag quietly onto his shoulder, and hailed a taxi to the London City Airport before the sun had even crested the horizon.

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HELLOOOO

It’s been a long time! How are we holding up, fantoms? I hope everyone is resting and eating well. Please take care of yourselves.

In case you don’t remember who I am, I’m that loser that wrote Tis the Damn Season (hear me out) and the Anti-Valentine’s Day prank Juke fic.

I haven’t written for jatp in a long time, mostly because I’ve been so swamped with work, but also because I’ve just found it difficult to continue with the lack of content. I’m sorry about that.

If it’s possible, I’d like to ask for your support. If there’s any ARMY/fantom crossover, I wonder if you’d consider reading my new stuff? I just wrote a 21k BTS fic that’s posted to my other blog, but because the algorithm is shit it hasn’t gained any traffic🥲

(Maybe this is me begging for views but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do)

If you’ve read my writing in the past and you enjoy my style, please consider following me @starcandymaknae 💜 or share it with your army friends. I’m starting from scratch on my other blog because I don’t want to spam my followers here, and it’s harder than one would expect😅

I love you guys. Thank you for everything💜

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Happy anniversary to my anti-valentines fic :)

It’s got practical jokes and spunky Julie and Biker!Luke and witty pessimism, so if you’re interested check it out!

Read Nothing I Do (better than revenge) here!

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“Alright, which one of you weirdos knows an exorcist?”

“You believe them?” Alex nearly shouted. Willie patted his knee.

Reggie gestured wildly at Luke, nearly hitting him in the face as he did so. “When has he ever given up the opportunity to compare me to a candy cane?” Luke shot him a surprised glance. He hadn’t known he was that predictable, he thought sulkily.

“I don’t think he’s possessed enough to need an exorcist,” Bobby mulled over the words as if he were actually considering them, his frantic pacing gradually decelerating to a thoughtful promenade.

“Has anyone actually asked Luke what he saw?” Willie asked no one in particular. Luke shrugged and shook his head. The shaking made him see gold sparks at the edges of his vision, so he stopped and went back to prodding apprehensively at either side of his larynx.

“I tried,” Bobby sulked, but nobody paid him any mind. In their day-to-day operations, it was usually Luke who determined their course of action, but as he was temporarily retired from jumping into the verbal fray, they seemed to be at a standstill.

Reggie clapped his hands together, “Who’s really good at charades?”

“I mean, as long as you mouth the words it’ll be fine, right?” Willie inquired.

“Willie can read lips,” Alex said proudly, as if anybody in the room were surprised to hear that he had memorized every bit of Willie trivia that existed in the universe. “Try it, Luke.”

Read Chapter 2 of If Only in My Dreams here!

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There’s no sense of shame like when you’re in your 20s living your life and suddenly someone reblogs a bad anime edit you made in 2015 in the high school library🥲

[jonbutter]

reblog this to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™

[jonbutter]

not enough people reblogged this last year we gotta really try this time to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™

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Attention Content Creators

There’s a new Situation and because of this Situation I can’t even tag anyone to spread the word. I was recently informed that as of about 18 hrs ago at this point (Jan 1st, 1pm EST) NO NEW POSTS are showing up in ANY tag search on ANY browser/app. I’ve checked this to confirm.

Myself and many others have noticed that posts have been taking a very long time to show up in tags these past fews day (my last post took about 5 hrs). Yesterday around 2pm EST staff reported they were aware of the issue and were working on a fix. This new development appears to have started around 7pm EST, which leads me to believe it’s a result of the “fix” that’s currently in progress. Unfortunately this has made the already bad situation impossibly worse in the meantime.

I have no idea how long this will be an issue but you may want to hold off on posting any new content until it’s sorted out.

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"Merry Christmas, Hot Dog."

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And a very merry happy chrism to all who celebrate! This took so long, it's definitely been a labor of love but I'm so happy to finally share this piece. It's the most Christmas-y thing to ever Christmas but they are in love, your honor, and it's their first Christmas together okay. 🥺❤ They deserve all the clichés.

Open for some bonus content! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

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The WIP process:

Peep Willie's beanie metamorphose into a Santa hat and also feel free to laugh at Alex's face in the initial sketch because LMFAO I sure did!

Sweater details!

I am so proud of these but oh my GOD did Willie's take forever (because some genius decided to hand-draw ALL the patterns and only used the copy-paste button on three of them).

While I'm here, I would also like to take this opportunity to shout out a couple of amazing people. ✨✨✨

@chaoticandproud - Anna, my beloved. You are the most amazing roommate I could've asked for and I'm so grateful you forced me to watch this dumbass show about singing ghosts. I love you and all our stupid JATP AUs. Ag. <3 @fiddlepickdouglas - Madison, what's there to say! I'm so glad we met thank to this dumbass show about singing ghosts. You are a wonderful human being, an amazing writer, and I just hope you get some rest and also all the Baja Blast your heart desires. <3 @floating-in-the-blue - Yeo! We also met thank to the dumbass singing ghosts show and I'm so happy we did. You rock, your writing rocks, and I'm so glad we can talk about pretty much anything. <3

Happy Holidays, everyone!

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some willex fluff-adjacent angst? is that a thing? I do what I want, I’m saying yes. bittersweet angst. emotional fluff. boys loving each other. the good stuff, y’all.

written with taylor acorn’s ‘do that again’ on repeat, so. oops. content warning for anxiety/panic attacks. au verse where alex maybe tries to fight his anxiety a little bit.

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Sometimes Alex comes home from work or rehearsal or a trip to the store and just walks right into Willie’s arms.

“Hey,” Willie greets, turning from the kitchen counter so he can hug Alex fully. He slides one hand up Alex’s spine and curls it over the back of his neck beneath his hair. Lets his other hand settle firmly over Alex’s hip.

Sometimes Alex talks & tells him what’s on his mind. Sometimes he just needs a moment and then he’s calmer, stepping back with a gentle exhale and relaxing.

And then there are days like this where he’s shaking against Willie’s body, his breath wet and tooquicktoofast against the skin of Willie’s throat.

“Alex,” Willie says, pressing his fingers more firmly against the nape of Alex’s neck. “We’re alright. I’ve got ya. Breathe with me, yeah?”

“Trying,” Alex rasps. “M’trying.”

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The first time Alex did this, back when their relationship was still new, he’d only let himself hug Willie for a few seconds before he’d pulled back. He kept apologizing, wouldn’t meet Willie’s eyes, tried to laugh off how he was feeling.

Willie had taken Alex’s hand and pulled him into his space again. He’d closed his eyes and run his hands up Alex’s arms to his cheeks, tugging gently until Alex dipped forward and their foreheads were touching.

“Long as you need,” Willie had whispered, calloused thumbs brushing against Alex’s cheeks. “I’m here.”

Even now, Willie can still hear the way Alex had hiccuped. The way he’d let out a broken exhale that sounded like it had been stifled for years.

When Alex’s knees buckled, Willie held him up easily. Didn’t let go until Alex was stepping back a while later, his red-rimmed eyes finally able to meet his gaze.

“I, uh,” Alex had whispered, laughing quietly. “… thanks. Hell of a fifth date, huh?”

And it was too soon to say aloud, but Willie knew it then. Knew right in that moment.

I’m going to fall in love with you.

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Eventually, Alex’s breathing settles out. The grip he has on Willie’s shirt becomes less desperate, less panicked. He only lifts his head enough to hook his chin over Willie’s shoulder.

Sometimes they talk about it after. Sometimes they don’t.

This time, though, Alex swallows and says, “I think I need to see someone.”

“Okay,” Willie replies immediately, squeezing Alex’s hip. “Proud of you.”

Alex pulls back and looks down. Willie goes to tip Alex’s chin up on autopilot, the movement a practiced routine between them, but then Alex looks up on his own.

The flick of his eyes is so fast that it’s like he’s remembering that Willie accepts him for all that he is and wants to make sure it’s real, wants to make sure it’s still true, and it is. God, it is.

Willie’s fallen so hard, so quickly, so completely. He doesn’t think he should feel this grateful for being completely knocked off-balance day after day, but he does.

“You are, huh?” Alex finally asks, smiling. His lips are shaky with the aftereffects of his panic attack, with the nerves of admitting that he needs help, but there’s a bashful warmth to his voice that makes Willie’s heart skip.

“Yeah,” Willie answers, smiling. “You’ve come a long way since date number five.”

Alex rolls his eyes, smile widening as he shakes his head. When he runs his left hand up through his hair, his black wedding band stands out against the paleness of his skin. “Yeah, yeah. I’m a champion and you adore me.”

“You are,” Willie answers seriously. “And I do.”

They schedule an appointment with Alex’s therapist together. Willie lays on his side next to Alex, running his fingers through his hair until he falls asleep.

When Willie falls asleep, it’s to the calm, steady lullaby of Alex breathing against his neck.

[beencryingfor25years]

Thank you Twitter for providing the important cast content from the con

[willex-fic-recs]

you showed me faith is not blind (miracles happen) by @sunsetcurbed

Teen and Up Audiences | 62k | Chaptered | Completed 

Willie squeezes his hand. “Do you want to talk about what happened today, or do you wanna go watch me crash and fall off my skateboard at the park while I try some gazelle flips?”

Alex laughs. “I want to talk.”

“Okay. Take your time, okay? We’ve got all the time in the world, yeah?”

“Two days ago my mom told me my grandmother was in town and wanted to meet with me,” Alex starts, not giving himself any more time to think. Willie’s thumb traces circles on the back of his hand, comforting him. “I thought, maybe my grandmother wants to connect with her only remaining family. That’s how it started out, too. It really seemed like that was her intention. But then she asked about—I can’t even remember his full name. But she asked me about the prince of Beasiga. The prince of Beasiga, who was my father.” Willie’s thumb stops.

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(or: the willex princess diaries au that no one asked for but I wrote anyways)

Tagging: Inspired by Princess Diaries, Modern Royalty, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Prince Alex Mercer, Anxiety, Alternate Universe - High School 

Anonymous: It’s one of my absolute favorite comfort fics

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pearlcaddy’s JatP Fic Masterlist

(Jukebox unless otherwise stated.)

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Trying to will my fic into existence just by thinking about it.

I will let you all know if it works out.

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It did not

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WARNING: THIS IS A SAPPY APPRECIATION POST

Because we’re talking about how jatp changed our lives:

Not only did jatp revive my love of writing and open my eyes to the possibility of becoming a novelist, it brought me this good bean!

I’ve made so many new friends through this fandom, but especially Kassandra @sapnapalts (aka she who was @gillespie_s). We went from two strangers screaming about juke fic and Charlie’s ass to best friends that text every single day- we’re literally hanging out in person again tomorrow because she’s done her finals lol.

So when I say thank you jatp, I mean thanks for bringing me one of the kindest people I’ve ever met :) I’m lucky to love and have loved this show❤️

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netflix renew jatp because booboo stewart has a pretty face that needs to be seen. we are being ROBBED!!