Would you let me fall if I asked you to?

I would LOVE a “Build Me Up” series. Personally, I’d like to read one shots, Mira’s POV, and any and all additional content after the original story is finished. Especially some pre “Build Me Up” Mira and her experiences, even Rumi suffering Jinu. You write it, I’ll read it.

As a thirty something year old navigating the challenges of living alone for the first time, first time homebuyer and all the hidden surprises that come along with it (my boiler broke over a long weekend and flooded my basement, so the washing machine chapter hit me hard, especially because I didn’t have a Mira to save me), unforeseen changes that altered my carefully laid out life plan, and having a set of impressive windows that make my main living space a sanctuary for plants, but again, no Mira to help me with the floating shelves, “Build Me Up” hits and speaks to me like almost nothing else I’ve read before. I adore your version of Rumi, her well meaning but unintentionally selfish thought process and actions, her reflection on her decisions and life up until this point, and how she’s slowly, sometimes painfully, learning to change and growing into herself and her home. Your Mira makes me sigh and bemoan my lack of lesbian handywoman to hang my shelves, bail out my basement, and correct faulty lighting wiring. I shit you not, almost every house problem you’ve thrown at Rumi I have experienced 😅

I usually don’t re-read, but I find myself always coming back to “Build Me Up.” It’s just so poignant.Rumi’s challenges and reflections landing in just the right way, at the right time for me. I adore how’s she an unreliable narrator, and find her actions and reactions challenging me to stop and think, respond differently to our eerily similar circumstances house wise and life plan being rewritten wise, and to stop watching those YouTube videos that make me feel dumb. I really can’t articulate how much I love this story, and don’t get me started on your interpretation and portrayal of A/B/O dynamics. I feel like you’ve heard all my frustrations regarding it being such a good avenue to explore gender and sexuality and all the societal pressures, expectations, and baggage that come along with it, yet it’s usually never taken seriously, and ends up just being porn without plot. I want to run back a decade and several years to my college critical theory course and slap this story in front of my professor, because good lord, I cannot shut up about your world building, how you apply the A/B/O dynamics, and how they thoughtfully impact and challenge the characters, work as a whole, and readers.

“Build Me Up” hits so close to home for me. Sometimes it’s tender like a bruise when Rumi has a good hard look at herself or at the water leaking all over her floor. Sometimes it’s a cackle and exclamation at one in the morning, “OMFG I HAVE A WONKY LIGHT WITH QUESTIONABLE WIRING TOO!” Sometimes it’s the all consuming fear that your thirties knock you on your ass and all your planning was for naught. But mostly, I adore seeing my joy, satisfaction, and slowly but surely increasing self confidence and worth, all tied up in accomplishing things I thought well outside my power or sphere of control, whether it be how to use a drill or how to embrace your life as it rolls out the punches, in your Rumi.

Thank you, for this story, and any content related to it, now or in the future.

As to my lost in transit lesbian handywoman, parking for the truck is available on my property, height clearance of no concern. 😂

I was honestly floored by this reply. It took me a minute to come back to it because it genuinely put such a huge smile on my face. Thank you so, so much.

What's so funny—and honestly kind of endearing—to me about "Build Me Up" is that it started as a silly, smutty idea between jokes with some fellow Rumira friends. Somewhere along the way, though, the worms got to me. 😭 Once I started outlining, I realized I was projecting a few of my own struggles onto the story, and somehow it grew into something with so much more depth than I ever intended.

I'm also in my thirties, trying to figure out who I am after my twenties, navigating a career change or two, picking up the pieces of old friendships and relationships, and making peace with all the ideas I had about who I thought I'd be by now. Add my love for home repairs into the mix, and somehow this weird little fic became equal parts wholesome, introspective, and uh... very horny.

Your observation of Rumi as "well-meaning but unintentionally selfish" really resonated with me, because I think that's true for a lot of us. When the ground gives out beneath us and we're trying to rebuild ourselves, sometimes we end up hurting people without meaning to. It doesn't make it okay, but it does make us human. The important part is doing our best to minimize that hurt, owning it when we fail, and asking for forgiveness when it's due.

A lot of what Rumi has had to do, recently.

Thank you so much for your appreciation of my take on A/B/O! It's honestly a little nerve-racking because this is my first time writing Omegaverse, and I really wanted to give it my own spin—which, apparently, means a pinch of salt, a healthy dose of angst, and dramatic consequences. 😂 I've spent an embarrassingly long time worldbuilding (the author's notes for the next chapter are ridiculously long), but I've had so much fun with it. I'm really glad this is the fandom where I get to experiment like this. Hopefully it won't be my last Omegaverse fic... I'm just trying to finish this one before my brain convinces me to start another.

One of the things I love most about Omegaverse is how naturally it lends itself to exploring sexuality, identity, gender roles, social expectations, and all the ways those things shape us. I wanted both Rumi and Mira to struggle with those expectations—to both feel like outsiders in different ways—and slowly discover that, together, they don't have to be anything other than themselves. Without even realizing it, they're becoming each other's safe place.

Anon, I genuinely wish you the very best in finding your Handyman Mira. I hope she picks you up in her truck, fixes every annoying little thing around your house, and drives the two of you off into the sunset.

Curious if Build Me Up will be only from Rumi’s POV or we will get Mira’s POV in the future.

Also just want to say this is an amazing fic. I have re-read it a handful of times already.

Hi, anon!

The story is very Rumi-centric, following her journey of “rebuilding” herself through acceptance, change, and learning to embrace the person she’s becoming. A big part of that journey is Mira, who becomes the support Rumi always feared needing—but ultimately can’t imagine doing without.

So, as things stand, the outline is entirely from Rumi’s POV. That said, we’ll be discovering Mira alongside Rumi, which I think creates a really fun perspective as more of her layers are gradually revealed.

And honestly… I’ve definitely been tempted to write a one-shot or two from Mira’s POV, whether set during the story or sometime in the future (the future ones would be unbearably cute). Right now I’m mostly trying to figure out whether people would enjoy a full series, and if so, when it would feel the most rewarding to include.

Let me know your thoughts!

I like soccer (football) as a sport, I don’t necessarily like the World Cup (mainly around all the political/social impact it has and how some countries have been treated) but I have seen some of the games for the smaller countries because it’s impressive how they could match some of the bigger teams (go Cabo Verdeeee!).

Chapter 14 of Coda is finally live!

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/70452501…

Happy “this movie gave us yearning lesbians” day!

Rumira, how have you changed my life.

Never late to the asks!

7. Post a snippet from a WIP

Sharing two snippets because I had these open: For Chapter 13 of Coda (Acacciatura):

Idol life had come with a substantial amount of money too, once their fame had solidified. Fame had added a quiet a few zeroes to Mira’s life, sure—but that money had been hers. Earned. Built through sweat, exhaustion, endless rehearsals, bruises, flights, and performances. HUNTR/X had become Dongji’s most profitable act in what had felt like the blink of an eye, and with that had come a level of wealth that had changed life for all three of them—Rumi, Zoey, Mira.

Now, the numbers in the sheet? Idols like them made good money. Enough money that most people would never have to worry again. But it wasn't the kind of money you could simply reach for overnight. It lived in investments, contracts, properties, and long-term accounts.

Liquidity like this belonged to a different world entirely. It belonged to the realm of her family's wealth. The kind planted and cultivated across generations until it became something that moved almost independently of the people attached to it.

A different kind of beast entirely.

For a Detective/Mafia AU I have in the works, I've been thinking about this AU a lot lately:

Rumi started with the one thing she’d spent months avoiding: her own reflection.

There was no hiding in the bathroom light now that she had to pay attention to details. The clinical light dragged every flaw into view, exposing the rough edges she had allowed herself to overlook—the grown-out roots of her hair, the exhaustion painting itself in bruised halos beneath her eyes, the sharpness in her cheekbones that came from weeks of forgetting that food was more than fuel.

She leaned closer, palms pressed to the cold sink.

In another life, she might have been beautiful enough to belong to a different world. The kind of woman who commanded center stage, whose face stretched across billboards and magazine covers. The kind people remembered because they admired her, not because they wanted something from her.

Instead, that same face had become a tool.

It was beautiful enough to draw attention, memorable enough to linger in people's minds, and ordinary enough in the right circumstances to disappear beneath a new name, a different smile, a carefully crafted story.

The world had handed her a face meant for the spotlight.

Rumi had learned how to use it to lie.

8. Out of context spoiler for a WIP

The accident happens because one of them gets sick enough that the other forgets what they should do.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you like to include in your fics?

I project A LOT on my fics. Like probably the worst traits I assign to each character are my own. That's why I like focusing specific character/ships that are my favorite, because I usually resonate most with them. My life experiences are not necessarily used in the fics, but reactions or feelings... yes. I also like to include topics or areas I have some knowledge of—for example, I know my way around tools and home repairs, so Build Me Up has been fun to write because I can include little views of things I know.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Must say I am BLESSED that most of my readers check in on my work when it's been a while since I posted, and always from a very respectful standpoint. Most ask if I'm okay, which warms my little Grinch heart. And a lot get settled when I tell them I have been overwhelmed with work/real life. The real enemy is myself because I start freaking out when I see the weeks go by and I haven't been able to write/post.

But as a good noodle friend has been repeating back at me: creativity is a muscle that can get tired, and we have irl that can suck the energy out of us. So I'm trying to meditate over it and accept that I will deliver when I can, so I can give readers the best version of me.

(That doesn't mean I don't freak out at least once a day).

77. Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

Probably the hardest question of all—and also the simplest. I've been doing this thing since I was 14 (currently 32, you do the math), and I've found myself just loving to live so many lives through fanfiction. Getting to know characters and diving into them, making some of my wildest adventures real through words, admitting things I may never say out loud through characters who resonate with me.

Fanfiction is a safe realm in which I get to experiment as much as I want, however I want it. And that just makes my mind go crazy. I'm an avid day dreamer; my brain never really shuts up, so I'm bombarded with ideas and scenes and phrases that later I can get to use in fanfiction.

It's also a little vault of time, really, seeing how I started so many years ago, what I thought and wrote about back then, and what I do know. I've made many a great friends through it and I hope to keep on doing so). Really, I can't honestly remember what life was like before fanfiction.