caratzenverse

[caratzenverse]

the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.

this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing. 

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[caratzenverse]

"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess

[caratzenverse]

wonwoo x oc filo au

wonwoo's nice. he's literally everybody's dream boy— except for you. and the fact that he's the only person that could get into your nerves without even trying.

andddd... ou can't get rid of him because he's literally your older brother's bestfriend.

[caratzenverse]

evermore, a mingyu x oc / reader filo au

You know how those silly cliché slow mo effect when they're around the people they like? Yeah that. It's funny how it's happening to you right now.

So this is the day huh you whispered to yourself.

Sinubukan mong alalahanin ang mga bagay na naghatid sayo ng ligaya sa loob ng apat na buwan— isa na roon ang lalaking nasa may kalayuan— si Mingyu.

“Remember the day when you first met me?” Panimula mo nang makabalik siya mula sa ice cream stall na paborito niyong dalawa.

“Of course, at the cancer institute?” You nodded as he gave you your cup of ice cream.

“I kinda lied to you about it,” There was a lump in your throat. You counted for about 10 seconds in your head before proceeding.

“I wasn't there for work,” May bakas ng pag-aagam-agam sa mukha ng binata ngunit hinintay ka pa rin niyang matapos.

“You see, I'm sick. And I understand if you don't wanna—”

He cut you off by hugging you. The warmest hug only a single person could provide. The one that makes you vulnerable.

You let out a sob before finishing, “Five months.” You broke the hug and looked at him.

“You can get a lot of things done in five months.”

You chuckled. This man, really..

“If this is your way of telling me you want me out of your life then I'm sorry,” He held your hand. You've lost count of the times he did that but you could tell that this one's different. It screams—

“I'll stay.” Assurance.

It would be too unfair for him but the way he intently stares into your eyes makes you want to become selfish and just try to keep him around.

But you know better.