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Moving <3

I’m going to start moving the things from this blog to another one, the name of the blog is

fiest4plum

The reason I’m doing this is motivation. If I start over I should get motivated to post more.

😛

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gentle reminder to all the silent readers out there

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Can we just take a minute to appreciate Felix.

Like. Oh my god. He’s so hot. Like LV knows how to do unisex. And they do it so fucking good.

I just.. mommy?

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Random texts with bf Skz ~ Hyung line

Warnings ~ Not many I dont think, use of pet names

My first text post.

Ignore the time on the pictures I cant change it.

Also they're blurry idk why.

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Consent is sexy guys 😘

Limits

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, somewhat suggestive, allusions to sexual activities (?), hurt/comfort, mc is overwhelmed and showcases such symptoms as a result, self-indulgent af because i can word count: ~0.5k note:  this stuff can be scary, so remember that communication and consent are the sexiest things in a relationship ♡

As soon as your head hits the pillow, Minho knows something is different. Wrong. 

Your once fervent kisses slow, lips barely meeting to brush up against his. Wandering touches become hesitant from underneath him, your hands instead settling to stiffly drape over his shoulders. Your chest raises rapidly, pressing against him in short bursts, and Minho’s hand dancing along the hem of your shirt halts.

Releasing the fabric, he quickly leans back until he can see your face, carefully hovering over your taut form. And what he sees makes his heart plummet to the depths of his stomach. Wide, shifting eyes flit around the room, avoiding his concerned stare. You’re on the brink of hyperventilating, sucking in shallow breaths sure to make your lungs burn in exertion. Glistening tears pooling in your eyes catch the bedroom’s soft lighting, and Minho is frozen, unable to tear his gaze away and ask what is happening until you start subtly pushing against him.  

Snapping back into reality, Minho scrambles off you, barely noticing your arms fall limply to the bed, and lies on his side in the space beside you. “Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Minho soothes, bringing a hand up to tenderly cup your cheek. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone, hoping the touch will comfort you, even if only the slightest, as his eyes hurriedly scan your body. His heart is beating out of his chest and the growing lump in his throat isn't helping when he doesn’t find anything irregular except the love bites he left on exposed skin. “What’s wrong?”

You snap your gaze up and finally meet his worried one. The rise and fall of your chest slows ever so slightly. “I don’t know,” you breathe, rushing your next words. “Can you hold me for a minute?”

“Of course.” Minho tucks his arm underneath you and wraps the other around your waist, pulling you into his chest. His fingertips lightly scratch the base of your neck as your shaking body relaxes in his embrace. You hide your face in his neck, immediately nuzzling further as if you’ve finally returned home—as if he was your sanctuary from the rest of the world. Minutes pass, and he feels the tension slowly leave your body. Your breathing gradually steadies, small puffs of air tickling his neck. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why, but I just can’t do it right now,” you murmur, lips grazing his skin. 

Minho stills, furrowing his brows before gently grasping your shoulder and pulling you back to look at him. “Don’t be sorry. Never be sorry for telling me how you feel,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to. Okay?”

He watches you nod in response but doesn’t break his stare.

“Okay,” you say.

Minho presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and gathers you in his arms again. ��Good.”

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You're my poison ~ Two

Warnings ~ Mention of death kinda, any

16/10/2024

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Not proofread (Yet) lmk if theres anything crazy wrong

When Lenore walks into her father's office, the overwhelming scent of his cologne fills her nostrils. His desk is neat - only his PC on the left, some files on the right, and an intimidating piece of paper in the centre. As she walks further into the large room, her father stands up from his desk.

“We’re just formulating a contract,” he says, gesturing to the paper. His face shows no emotion.

“Without me?” Lenore asks, walking closer to the desk. She avoids looking at her ‘fiancé,’ refusing to acknowledge his presence.

Her father places his cold hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have a say in the matter, Lenore.”

A voice from across the room speaks up, a slight Australian accent slipping through. “She has every say in the matter she wants.”

Milliseconds pass before Lenore responds, “Thank you,” she almost yells in an exaggerated tone, rolling her eyes at her father. Despite the sarcasm, Lenore feels a twinge of guilt. She knows that, as a child, such disrespect would have earned her punishment.

“Sorry,” she mumbles under her breath.

The stranger stands up, facing her. Lenore hesitates, afraid to look at him, fearing that doing so will make everything too real.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he says. Lenore’s agrees with herself that this man is the definition of perfect - his dark hair falling perfectly, not too long or short, and dark brown eyes that glisten in the warm lighting of her father's office. “I’m Christopher Bahng. You can call me Chris,” he adds.

Lenore doesn’t respond, only nodding slightly, unsure what to say.

A few moments pass before her father speaks again. “Lenore, aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” His tone is cold, and he sits back down, crossing his arms and legs.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I’m Lenore. It’s nice to meet you.” Her demeanour shifts slightly.

“You too,” Chris replies. “Do you want to read the contract?”

Lenore steps forward, closer to the desk. “Yes, please,” she says, picking up the paper in front of her. It reads:

Arranged Marriage Contract

This Arranged Marriage Contract (hereinafter referred to as the "Contract") is entered into on this day, 11/10/2024, between:

Party A: Lenore Aavel (hereinafter referred to as the "First Party")

Party B: Christopher Bahng (hereinafter referred to as the "Second Party")

WHEREAS, the families of both parties have mutually agreed to arrange a marriage between the First Party and the Second Party before the death of Jack Bahng;

NOW, THEREFORE, in consideration of the mutual covenants and agreements herein contained, the parties agree as follows:

1. Purpose of Marriage1.1 The parties agree to enter into marriage with the intention of establishing an alliance between the two families and maintaining the reputation of both, while leading an organised crime collective.

2. Date and Venue of Marriage2.1 The marriage ceremony shall take place on 18/10/2024 at The Aavel Household.

3. Financial Arrangements3.1 Both parties agree to disclose their financial status prior to the marriage. 3.2 The parties agree to maintain a joint bank account after the marriage.

4. Living Arrangements4.1 The parties agree to reside at the Bahng household after the marriage.

5. Heir and Succession5.1 The parties agree to produce an heir to the bloodline. 5.2 The firstborn child of this union shall be deemed heir to both family empires, uniting the bloodlines.

6. Territory/Business/Omertà6.1 Business matters must be discussed between both parties throughout the marriage. 6.2 Both parties shall adhere strictly to the code of silence, never disclosing family business to outsiders or law enforcement. 6.3 Both parties pledge unwavering loyalty to each other’s family, superseding all other allegiances, except to their own blood relatives.

7. Cultural and Religious Practices7.1 The parties agree to respect each other’s cultural and religious beliefs.

8. Dispute Resolution8.1 Any disputes between the families shall be resolved through a council of the highest-ranking capos from both families. 8.2 In the event of betrayal, the offending party forfeits all protection and becomes fair game.

9. Termination9.1 This Contract shall be terminated upon the death of either of the consenting parties.

Lenore Aavel

Christopher Bahng

Witnessed by:

C. Seo

L. Park

Lenore skims through the contract, absorbing the most important parts. Thankfully, she agrees with it - not having the energy to argue with her father right now.

“I have to sign here, right?” Lenore asks, pointing to the line above her name. Her father nods, and Chris, seated next to her, hums softly in approval.

She sets the paper back on the table, grabs a pen from the holder, and scribbles her signature. Without another word, she leaves the room, not wanting to be in her father's office any longer.

Lenore only gets so far before she hears loud, fast footsteps behind her. She doesn’t bother to turn, assuming it’s her father or his secretary demanding she returns to the office.

“I don’t want to talk,” she says, continuing down the long, dark corridor. The lights are sparse, and the towering maroon walls are eerily empty, apart from the occasional portrait of her father, herself, or deceased relatives.

“Why?” a surprising voice responds. She expected her father, but it’s no - it’s Chris, the not-so-familiar crime lord.

“Because I’ve just signed my life away,” Lenore says, turning a corner towards her bedroom.

“We should talk,” he insists, catching up and grabbing her wrist. Lenore turns to face him, then gestures toward her bedroom. She says nothing, but he follows her down the shorter corridor to the door at the very end.

Lenore heads straight to the two armchairs by the large windows, her favourite spot. She points to the chairs. “You can sit there. If you're going to talk, talk. I'm busy. Not the one on the right.”

Chris respects her wishes, sitting in the left chair. Meanwhile, Lenore changes into gym clothes, preparing to head out later. She senses his discomfort as she changes in the middle of the room.

“If we’re to be married, get used to it,” Lenore says, tying her hair into a ponytail. “Now, you were going to talk?”

Chris hums before speaking. “I hope you understand—you’ll keep most of your freedom.” Lenore nods but says nothing.

“I also know you’re trained for my industry, but I won’t need that from you. While I hear you’re quite talented, I can’t have you getting injured if you’re meant to give me an heir.”

Lenore interrupts, “Ah, yes, an heir. The only thing you,” she makes bunny ears with her fingers above her head, “Mafia bosses care about.”

Chris remains calm. “It’s not the only thing, but it’s part of your role as my wife.”

“I’m barely eighteen,” she replies, turning to face him. “I don’t plan on being a mother anytime soon. I want to use the skills I’ve worked so hard to perfect over the last seven years.”

“I can’t trust those skills,” Chris counters. “I haven’t trained you myself, and I haven’t seen what you can do.”

His words ignite a fire in Lenore, her blood boiling at his dismissal of the years of torture and training she’s endured to become the best assassin possible in the eyes of her father.

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Chatgpt to edit ff

How do people on writeblr - fanfic writers in specific - feel about people using Chatgpt to edit their work. Or help them edit their work.

I've never used it for that purpose before but I hate editing my own work as I feel like I cant pick out bits that need to be changed as I am biased. I have used Chatgpt to edit my most recent WIP (not posted) and it has seriously helped with the readability of my work without changing it at all really.

I understand there has been some controversy about authors using AI to produce work on AO3 (Im not 100% sure what happened as I dont use AO3, if anyone would like to explain go ahead)

Does using Chatgpt to edit my work take from its authenticity even if it is only minimally changed?

If it does, I wont post that version and will post my unedited version.

If It does, I'll look further into learning how to edit my own work - I will either way - as I dont trust real people with my work lol.

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Real because I love kard and am a bm bias but there’s no fics about him like anywhere.

Might start writing bm fics once I’ve finished YMP 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Sometimes, the urge to write a fic doesn't come from the genuine need to write something, but from wanting to read it. And, unfortunately, no one has written this specific thing you want.

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Real

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

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I need motivation. Motivate me. (To write.)

Edit: no cos like I wrote 1000+ words last night (which is like crazy shit for me as I always struggle with not writing enough). I mean the majority of it was an arranged marriage contract but like … yeah.

P2 might be out today not sure

(13/10/24)

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You're my poison ~ One

Warnings ~ None I think, lmk.

30/09/2024

Prequel

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unedited (For now)

Friday hovered around in front of Lenore’s face, each of the exhaustingly boring three days spent avoiding her father. Spending all of her time in her bedroom or the gym. Trying to spend her last 

few days of freedom in peace.

As the sun creeps through the gaps in the blood red curtains covering the windows on either side of her huge four post bed, Lenore’s unconsciousness falters. Her eyes barely open before a housemaid knocks on her door asking to come in. Lenore doesn’t respond, knowing that the maid will come in anyway. The maid stays silent as she brings In an ugly dress hung on a coat hanger and some hideous pumps, hanging the dress up on the closet door and placing the shoes down underneath it.

“This is what your father wants you to wear today.” She says dully as Lenore sits up in bed, propping herself up on the headboard. 

The maid leaves quietly and Lenore pulls the sheets off of herself, getting out of bed and walking towards her enormous bathroom opposite the bed. She turns her shower on to the hottest setting, taking her silk pyjamas off before getting into the steam filled shower. 

Lenore takes a moment to adjust to the heat. She begins with her hair, turning around and running her hands through the long dark locks she has. Lenore takes her shampoo off of the shelf in front of her, squeezing out a small amount onto the palm of her hand before massaging it into her scalp.

She takes her time in the shower, wanting today to go as slow as possible. Not knowing how life would be afterwards. 

After a while Lenore turns off the shower, getting out and wrapping a white cotton towel around her body and walking over to the marble bathroom counters. The huge mirror behind it shows someone she’s unfamiliar with. Lenore brushes her teeth before placing the towel in her laundry basket.

She walks through her bedroom naked to her massive closet. Lenore picks out her comfy underwear, wanting to be somewhat comfortable.

The clock on her closet wall reads 10:42. Lenore realises she has only just over an hour to get ready, rushing over to where the dress is hung up, slipping it onto her body. 

While the dress is typically ugly, Lenore makes it look good. It’s an awkward length and a colour that usually washes her out but she can pull it off. The shoes are just as ugly but not wanting to piss her dad off she puts them on.

Lenore walks over to her vanity in front of the windows on the far side of her bedroom. The noise of the heels on the hardwood floors filling her ears. 

She begins to curl her usually pin straight hair, she prefers it this way. Lenore keeps her makeup somewhat simple and not too heavy, to be completely honest it’s because she can’t be bothered to do anything fancy. Especially now as her arms hurt from holding them up to curl her hair.

Lenore finishes what she was doing quicker than she thought with over half an hour to spare. Half an hour that would tick by impossibly slow, 

Lenore tried to distract herself by playing a game on her phone but found herself bored after a few minutes, she then decided to tidy her room but it was already fairly clean after it was done by one of her fathers maids yesterday. She made her bed though, which took a few minutes.

She ends up sitting on her bed in silence, trying to process the past years. A chapter of her life she wants to leave in the past as she begins a new one.

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Your my poison masterlist ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Hello uhm yeah this is the masterlist for YMP which is my current WIP it is an O/C x Bangchan Arranged marriage mafia au.

I dont know if its any good lol.

I made a playlist for the WIP but I need to update it.

Playlist

Prequel ~ (mention of murder, mention of strict diets, i think that's it lmk if there's anything else)

Chapter 1 ~ (No warnings I dont think)

Chapter 2 ~ Mention of death and like mafia things but I think that's it

Chapter 3 ~ WIP

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Text fics?

I’ve been scrolling through my camera roll and I saw a fake text thing I did for smth a while back and I forgot how fun it is.

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New minsung moment???

Its so funny that that’s what broke Lino’s serious face 🤣🤣

I’ll probably have some kind of fic out tonight, either Maknae line tall s/o or chapter one of You’re my poison.

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Skz with Tall S/o ~ Hyung line

Req from @bookswillfindyouaway

I'll post Maknae line at some point over the next few days and do your other Req at some point in the next week or so.

BANGCHAN

This man worships the ground you walk on 

Wouldn't let you or anyone else say anything negative about your height ever - He would throw punches at anyone that dared to say anything or tease you i swear 

LEEKNOW

Probably teases you about it lovingly but absolutely wouldn't let anyone else tease either of you about it

He usually prefers to be the taller one in a relationship but it's not that big of a deal he secretly likes you being taller

CHANGBIN

A lot of people are taller than him so he's probably used to his S/o’s being taller than him

I think he actually adores it and prefers someone taller than him

HYUNJIN

Loves drawing you or two as a couple with him tilting his head upwards to kiss you

Him standing on the tips of his toes to kiss you is his weakness

Sees you as a goddess

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You're my poison - Prequel ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

This is the Prequel to my new Arranged marriage/mafia au, o/c x Chan fic.

Im not sure if its any good so let me know.

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The plane lands at Incheon airport after a painstakingly boring fourteen hour flight from Milan. I’ve been in Italy for the past 7 years, sent there by my father a week after I turned eleven to be taught by exploited wives of mafia bosses on the do’s and the don'ts of being the perfect housewife and taught by former assassins on how to kill in the most efficient ways possible. In my fathers eyes I was being taught how to be his idea of the perfect daughter.

While my childhood was or has been somewhat traumatic - from watching my father murder one of his closest friends in front of me after he accidentally told the wrong person something when I was Eight, to being put on a diet of ice at the age of fourteen after I had put on too much weight because of stress eating - the past seven years in Italy have taught me something, I am not one to mess with, I worked hard to prove that to my father and I will. 

I stand up from my first class seat, my bodyguard - Mr park - hands me my black Prada purse before stepping out of the way to let me through.

We walk through the crowded airport and through security, which always makes me anxious. Mr Park following close behind with my suitcase.

As we exit the airport one of my fathers chauffeurs pulls up right in front of the massive doors. We walk a few feet to the car and Mr Park opens up the door for me. I get in, closing the door behind me as he moves around to the boot of the car. Opening it, lifting up my heavy suitcase and putting it in the car before shutting the boot door and moving around to the passenger side where he gets in.

The car is a big Bentley SUV, the inside and outside are entirely black. The windows tinted as dark as they could legally be. My fathers cars are intimidating as fuck, but after 7 years of training to be his perfect assassin in Italy I cant say i haven't missed this sense of protection. 

When we reach my fathers enormous house on the outskirts of Seoul Mr Park walks me to the door, opens it for me and guides me down the what seems like never ending hallway to my fathers office. 

The walls aren't filled with typical family photos of outings to theme parks or vacations to Disney world. Instead there lined with pictures of me in my hideous ‘crime lord kid private school’ (As I call it) uniform and pictures he had sent from Italy of me training.

Mr Park and I reach the ominous door at the end of the hallway. He opens it for me and steps out of the way, letting me enter the room. My Father is sitting at his desk in front of me on the phone to one of his associates by the sound of it so I stay silent.

“I have to go, my daughters back from Italy,” He tells the man on the phone, “Yes, I'll tell her you say hello.” he says before hanging up the phone. Moving his attention to me, standing up from his desk and walking over to where Im stood. “Look at you all grown up.”, I somehow place a small, ungenuine smile on my face as he reaches up and pinches my cheeks.

“Hi dad.” the only words I can manage to get out.

“We need to talk.” my father says. I step back away from him, forcing his hands off of my cheeks. “You're getting married.”

“Uhm what?” I ask, completely shocked. I've been in the country a couple hours and he's already decided to ship me off. Probably to some disgusting old guy in return for some money or something.

“In a week.”

“Excuse me?!” I yell at him. “I've been in the country all but 3 hours and you're practically selling me off.” I continue to yell at him, moving further away. “There's no money involved.” He says, thinking that will make it all magically okay. “Just a promised alliance.” my father follows up with.

“Oh so that makes it perfectly fine.” I say sarcastically, a fake smile lining my face. “At least tell me who it is.” the smile on my face fading.

“It's Chris Bahng.” He says with a completely blank expression, Moving to go sit back down at his desk.

“Like..” I can't even finish my sentence before he cuts me off,

“Yes.” my father says typing something into his computer. His face is still blank. “I made the deal with his father when he was alive, it's in contract. Plus, the Bahng group is very influential in our world.” “Okay.” I respond to his reasoning with no emotion.

“Okay?” my father says, “You're not going to argue?” “What's the point?” I answer, “It's going to happen anyway.” He continues to type things into this computer in front of him ignoring what i have said, all of his attention on the screen. I go to leave the room when my father perks up, "You're meeting him on Friday." I have no energy to respond. Just taking my bag from Mr Park and leaving the room. I go straight to my bedroom on the third floor. Dumping my heavy suitcase down on the hardwood floor and falling down onto my bed in exhaustion.

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Project Dinosaur O/C

Meet...

Her name comes from the Italian word for poison (Veleno). I know having her 'face claim' as Nina Dobrev is really overused she's just the closest person I can think of in regards to looks. Lenore (Le-nor-ay) has very dark brown hair - almost black - and green eyes.

I am half way through writing the prequel as I post this. It should be out tomorrow (08/09/2024).