#// np about the length

[d1s1ntegrated]

shiggy with a s/o who’s equally as much of a loser as him :3 like they probably met in a discord vc (he’s the mod) or a league of legends match and he probably hates them at first and then gets a lil crush on them when they helped him mid-game or smth!!

thank u <3

hi love! i am working on a full-length fic where this is literally the entire plot omgomgomg, i'll post a little snippet here!

its still a wip so it wont be perfect but its first person perspective in this part, and i'm thinking of going back and forth between povs to show shig and readers sides equally.

also, reader is fem/afab, same age as shig, and alt. she has a quirk, too (not a healing one either).

this one does include quirks also! but it doesn't get into them for a bit, just a few convos.

some tags for the work entirely: slow burn, enemies to lovers, dabi x reader, shiggy x reader, reader is Not mentally stable, but no one else is either, the server is all the LOV and some others, incel behavior, boys being gross

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i slide my headset off as we log off for the night and head to my bed, yawning as i climb in. i turn my lamp off and from my bedside table, i hear the infamous chime of discord as my screen lights the room. i groan and roll over, checking the message.

𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱2𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱

↪thx 4 playing tn, u weren't half bad

↪btw sorry for threatening to ban u for posting memes in general

i read the messages slowly and type out my response.

𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙

↪gg dude, and np.

↪promise i wont spam ur precious server w memes again

↪gn bro

i turn my phone back off and close my eyes, only to hear my phone go off again. i sigh, contemplating on ignoring it, but i lazily grab it anyways.

𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱2𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱

↪would u ever wanna vid call :)

↪u can say no. its ok

i frown at the message for a minute. this is the same guy who, about an hour ago, was screaming at me for not being fast enough in game, calling me a fucking pleb.

but other than that...he was funny. and nice to talk to.

𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙

↪for sure, we can tmr.

i type out a half-assed response but feel a ping of excitement inside of me. i fall asleep with my phone on my chest, waiting for a reply.

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i wake up around 1pm, the daylight searing through my curtains. i feverishly reach for my phone, only to find it flung off the bed. i drape myself off the side to reach it, eager to read any messages.

i flit through the random notifications, only to find disappointment. i open up discord, wondering if maybe i just fell asleep with my phone on, but there's no response from him. i see him active and type out a message, ultimately deleting it. if he wants to respond, he will.

i haul myself out of bed and head to the shower, leaving my phone behind, slightly jaded knowing i was left on read. i let the warm water wash over me, soaking up the few minutes of peace before i exit and get dressed. i continue ignoring my phone until i hear a ping. i rush over to it, feeling slightly embarrassed that i'm this concerned already. i open discord again, expecting a message from him, but it's not there. instead, a string of messages from someone else sits unopened. my brows furrow and i open the dm confused.

𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚

↪yo

↪u played ovw w us last night right

↪u should play again tn w me, pretty.

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again this is just a snippet >_< but i hope it tickles some anticipation ahhhhhhhhh. ik there isnt a lot sorry ;-;

[gh0stsp1d3r]

PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU DO IT (np if not though lmao)

I GOTCHU.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞��𝐢𝐞𝐟

Warnings- daddy kink, this is short, I’m horrible at writing smut, brief thumb sucking, oral (f and m)

Usually Jonathan was rough- that’s a fact. But tonight he was more than pissed off.

He came home running a hand through his hair, mumbling under his breath about “the batman” and work, slamming the front door shut.

You peeked out the doorway, you were wearing an oversized shirt with no pants, just panties. You jumped slightly when he slammed the door, and he stopped running a hand through his hair and mumbling when he saw you.

You looked at him with wide eyes. He slowly walked past you into the bedroom, and you followed.

“What happened at work, baby?” You mumbled, getting back into the bed.

“Just- I work with complete idiots, which is crazy because you would think they’re supposed to be somewhat smart but no one can take a fucking hint!” He continued on and on, pacing around the room and taking his suit off.

You listened closely and waited until he was done.

“It’s just so annoying.” He plopped down on the bed next to you, looking at you now.

“Well you’re clearly stressed. What can I do to help?” You asked, the question completely innocent. You didn’t even mean anything by it.

His eyes widened slightly and he stared down at you, the look in his eyes changing. He looked hungry, his eyes full of lust suddenly. The idea was filthy- and that’s exactly why it needed to happen.

“I know a few ways.” He said, putting a hand under your jaw. He put his thumb on your bottom lip.

Your eyes widened now and you opened up your mouth, he smirked as you swirled your tongue around his thumb.

The sight alone had him hard, he watched like a predator stalking his prey. His watchful gaze made you nervous and embarrassed slightly.

He took his thumb out soon after, and he was now sitting at the edge of the bed. You rolled off and onto the floor, already knowing what he wanted. You slithered in front of him, his pants discarded onto the floor now.

Your knees dug into the floor as you pulled down his boxers, watching him stroke his cock a few times then grab the back of your head, making a makeshift ponytail.

He practically shoved you down onto his cock, you gagged around his length for a moment, drooling around it.

You looked up at him, him looking down at you back.

He guided your head up and down his length, and he made sure that you were taking it all. Your nose hitting the hair, you gripped his thighs, nails making them bleed.

His groans and grunts were how you knew he was close. He started to struggle to lead you now, so you took matter into your own hands.

You fondled his balls while you sucked his dick, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head at this point.

It wasn’t long before he came down your throat, the salty taste making you take him out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound, a string of your spit following. You licked your lips and stared at him while you licked it all from his tip.

He groaned again, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up.

He pinned you onto the bed, he took your shirt off quickly. You weren’t wearing a bra, you were home why would you?

That made him smile and he then took your underwear off.

“Jesus Christ. You’re soaked.” He mumbled as he did so. “All from getting me off?”

You nodded and he laughed quietly.

You squealed when his hands left your wrists and went onto your thighs, and his tongue was on your clit now.

He collected all your arousal on his tongue, licking and flicking his tongue over your cunt.

He knew he was good with his tongue, and he used that to his advantage. You moaned and your hands went flying to his hair.

He smirked against your pussy, and continued to eat you up like a starved man.

“Jonathan I’m gonna-“

Then his mouth left, making you whine and your hands pulling at his hair.

“Jon!”

“That’s not my name, sweetheart.” He said with a giant ass smirk on his face. You knew what he meant.

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Okay. Then I’m not gonna continue.” He started to get up when you let out a cry.

“No! No! Daddy! Please!” You blurted out, it came out as a plea.

He smiled again, and went back over to you. “good girl.” He kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

Then when you both moved away, he was back on your pussy. His tongue on your clit, and your hands back in his hair. The glasses on the desk next to you both.

You were the perfect stress relief for him.

[perfectly-intoxicated]

Even as a gasp is stolen from her the moment she feels his mouth latch onto the skin of her neck, a giggle is following suit as she feels just how affected he is by her. Her ego is more than happy by this, and she can’t help but respond with another deep roll of her hips against him, that same smile from before naturally appearing once again. She’s greedy as much as she is gorgeous, and she thinks the answer to that is more than obvious.

“Is this all because of me?” She murmurs next to his ear, coy satisfaction evident in her voice. One hand remains wrapped around his neck while another roams down his chest, landing right at the growing tent of Hank’s pants and pressing her palm against it with a hum. God, she wants that, and the desperate part of her wouldn’t give a single shit if he decided to fuck her against the wall with the risk of being found.

“I bet you wanted to be in his place so bad. Have me in your lap and let me put on a little show for you, isn’t that right?” The hand still wrapped around his neck snakes into his hair and tugs on it enough to give her space to lean down and graze her teeth across a patch of skin in return. “Only difference between the client and you? You get to touch as much as you want.”

Hannah’s teeth dig into his neck, needy, and teasingly runs her tongue over the lightly abused skin where the indents are. He’d look so good covered in her marks, completely hers. If he thought he was the only possessive, selfish bastard, he has no idea what he’s gotten into with her. She wouldn’t be satisfied until he was completely wrapped around her finger. “So go on already. Show me what you’ve wanted to do to me.”

She knows Hank is watching, has been since she got into a customer’s lap in the lounge.

Hannah doesn’t remember the guy’s name. She doesn’t make it a habit of remembering anything about clients in general. That doesn’t mean she isn’t using this as an opportunity to put on a show for a secluded witness.

Her body moves to the beat of the music, sensual and carefree as always. Hands that don’t belong to her hold onto her hips while her chest moves closer to her eager client’s face, and she allows it for now. As her arms wrap around the man’s neck and one hand threads into his hair, she glances up in Hank’s direction as she rolls her hips.

A sly smirk spreads onto her face. The touch on her hips moves up over her waist, and she lets it, never breaking eye contact when her client whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle. All of this was solely to make a point. Hank doesn’t want to make a move? That’s fine.

He can sit back and watch.

@perfectly-intoxicated

Hannah's little stunts have become much more... targeted lately. Any thought he's previously had about her just trying to mess with him has been tossed out the window.

And fuck, if that doesn't make his blood run hot.

She's staring right at him as Hank tries to look like he's keeping an eye on his employees and not imagining that he's the one she's currently grinding on. He isn't jealous, either, and that's the honest truth. This is her job, and it's not his place to tell her how to make her money.

No, the issue is that he wants what these other motherfuckers fantasize about during and after the dance. What they can't have. It's too possessive and inappropriate a thought for a supervisor to have about an employee.

Hank's eyes narrow when he sees her giggle (he can't hear it over the music, only inside of his fucking skull), jaw clenching as he nearly turns the toothpick in his mouth into sawdust. He needs a smoke... almost more than he needs to stand out in the cold for a moment.

Giving her one last look, Hank stops leaning against the bar counter and heads to the door leading out to the alley.

[wordsofwilderness]

Midweek snippet

Thank you so much for the tag @orchideous-nox <3

Here's a snippet from a one-shot I'm working on for the @marauderswithpalestineproject. When I started it I was going for a length of somewhere around 1.5k-2k but,,, well,,, right now it's well over 5k 😅

Hopefully it won't keep growing too much, because I need to get it published real soon

He used to love sneaking little glances over the top of his book at James sitting at the dinning table, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he was hunched over some project. Currently he was painting mini-figurines from some board game both him and Sirius was obsessing over. Regulus tried to act like the occasional smile James would send him didn’t sit like an unreachable itch under his skin. He used to like it whenever James would peek up to ask for Regulus’ input despite how it disturbed his reading. He used to enjoy hearing every single one of James’ random thoughts. He used to relish how James would ask about the slightest reaction Regulus had to his book, listening intensely to Regulus’ rambling. It shouldn’t be so different now. He wanted those carefree moments back instead of this odd tenseness haunting him. Only a few weeks ago, he would have hung on James’ every word like a love sick fool. He’d been giddy at the mere thought of him getting to move in with James. Where had it all gone wrong? Now, when James asked what Regulus thought would be a good colour for the little figurines, all Regulus could focus on was how much James’ voice grated in his ears.

np tags: @thebibutterflyao3 @futurequibblerjournalist @veryinnovative

[yuriririnnie]

Us, On the Last Month of the Year

A/N: Happy New Year! Finally, a fic for my bias. It's mostly rushed and IDK how I was able to not post this before the year ended but here it is anyway.

Also, of course, I wrote this on my phone within just 30 minutes because honestly this wasn't something I was planning on making. I have like 5 stories pending for TXT and Enha but oh well~

NP: Huling Sandali (Tayo sa Huling Buwan ng Taon) by December Avenue

PAIRING | Choi Soobin x Female Reader

WC | 983 words

GENRE | fluff; f2l (duh)

WARNINGS | None

SYNOPSIS | Maybe it was him all along and even if it was obvious for everyone else, it wasn't for you.

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"Happy birthday, Soob." you take his hand as you sat on the swing. It was exactly 12 midnight, December 5th, 2023.

Soobin smiled, circling his thumb on the back of your hand, around your knuckles, his eyes on yours sending a chill down your spine. It was an electrifying feeling, something you've felt before but haven't really acknowledged all these years.

It was the 10th birthday of his you've spent together and the familiarity of it all made you feel warm, a sense of security you only feel when you're with him. It was his birthday but it was you who felt like you were reborn, on this day, like something awakened in you, only now, just when he turned 23. He's been an adult for a while and you too. You spent an entire childhood together, witnessed each other's puberty, and went through the early stages of adulthood, but tonight was something new. You have memorized his every feature being so close to him countless of times though now was different. Physically, you've been closer before, sitting on the couch as you watched anime together, sometimes even chest to chest on the train during the rush hours, one time even nose to nose under your dining table hiding from your parents for when he was being asked to come home after spending an entire play day with you.

Soobin and you. Best friends forever you vowed on his 16th birthday. It has been years since that promise and you've kept it to this day. Now, hand in hand on the swing but at arm's length, you felt like this is the closest you've ever been with him. You looked at each other for a second, but it felt like eternities in his eyes.

Was he always this handsome? Did his eyes always glint this way when he talked about his favorite movies? Were his lips always this plump as he smiled, as he pouted? Did his nose always have that line in the middle that resembled a confused little rabbit? Was his skin always this smooth, and was he always this pale? Were his hands always this gigantic as it held yours? You knew he had dimples, but were they always this deep? Was he always this cute? Did he always have this effect on you?

You don't know at what point of the night and at which part in the midst of this friendship you crossed the thin line of being platonic to romantic. It was always just a tiptoe away, a teeny-tiny push from friends to lovers but never did you think of crossing it because the mere thought of losing him as a friend when you meet your inevitable break up (if you do decide to date at an early time) dreaded you like it was a life sentence. It was the curse you had to live with to keep him by your side.

"Thanks, Y/N." he said, still never letting go, still holding onto that grip you initiated when you plucked up the courage to jump; to painfully rip the friendship tape off of your chest that covered your undying, unplatonic love for him. He loved you, adored you, endured every relationship you guys ever had that wasn't with each other. All that for this very moment, the day you decided to finally break out of that shell and dive into the pool of love.

"I love you, Soobin." your breath was visible in the cold night air. You've said this to him before, but never in this way. And he immediately knew the difference.

The temperature was low but your adrenaline was high. You have never been this brave and you regret the days where you thought you were at your most courageous because Soobin was always your source of strength, the walking talking post of hope, and all-encompassing security blanket you needed when you were afraid. He supported you all your life but you knew this was something you had to confess on your own. It was to him, for him, after all.

His eyes widen in shock, and you were ready to take back your hand, run away, and never speak to him again. The creeping possibility of a rejection rang loud inside your head and it was all you could hear.

But instead of a rejection, you see a smile. You see the gorgeous smile you've always seen before but this time full of relief, affirmation, and happiness. Back then Soobin always showed you how happy he was but he couldn't hide the look of longingness in the way he saw you smile for another. However, tonight, his smile was perfect. He was perfect.

"I love you, Y/N." he chuckled, and you could have sworn you saw his eyes water. "I love you as a woman, as my anchor, a lover, and a best friend."

All these years of being so dense and oblivious to how you felt towards each other came crashing down with just one night, one confession, one hand to hold, and just weeks before the year, your 10th year together ended.

You couldn't believe he was finally yours, and he couldn't believe you were finally his. On the last month of the year, on his birthday, you share your first kiss with your one true love, your rock, your everything, your best friend.

[wyked-ao3]

Writing Questionnaire 3

i was tagged a few weeks ago but I can't find it now. I had it mostly done in drafts 0_o (I forgot about it sorry) @thatuselesshuman tagged me as well

Short stories, novels, or poems?

Novel length fanfiction although I'm working on my first novel. Short stories are way harder for me as I have to many ideas to keep them short usually.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Basically, I’ll read anything interesting. Usually: mystery, fantasy, grimdark fantasy, dark fantasy, romance, horror, murder mysteries, historical, educational, western (I'm blaming @tragedycoded for that one as my parents couldn't get me hooked on the genre 0_o And @tragedycoded succeeded with DMLS )

(I don't have many genre's I won't give a chance)

What genre do you prefer writing?

I'm game for whatever ideas running amuck right now I'm working on a fantasy series that will probably end up labeled dark fantasy. My next project after the series will be historical fantasy just not sure which of these ideas I'm going for (3 different time periods but they will still have some form of magic in them)

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

Combine the two but usually I have a general idea and let the characters have fun driving me insane.

What music do you listen to while writing?

Depends on the day some days that would be highly distracting others it's either old classic rock or folk music

Fave books/movies?

That's listed in my pinned intro and it's a long list and you can not make me pick.

Any current WIPs?

I'm currently writing the pirate king of deaths redemption book one if the pirate's cursed god series. For fanfiction I have several at different points and I'm posting three wip's that I'm working on as I post 0_o (bad idea but I'm adjusting to it)

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Comfortable sweaters, jeans, combat boots and a pocket knife holding several books

Create a character description for yourself: ash blonde shoulder length hair, hazel eyes (blue, green,grey) pale skinned and freckled.

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Not particularly.

Are you kill-happy with characters?

not particularly, especially if you know them.

Coffee or tea while writing?

Water or sweet tea

Slow or fast writer?

Most people say fast but to me, I'm slow but that has to do with the fact that my brain moves quicker than I can type.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Anything and everything

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Healer or cryptid in the library spotted by others once in a blue moon as I learn about the new world.

Most fave book cliche? Least fave book cliche?

Most fav: long list but enemies to lovers or psychopaths and golden retriever personality.

Least fav: cheating (I will usually stop reading right there) amnesia (not really my cup of tea) abortion or miscarriage (sensitive subject given some of my relatives histories) major character death (definitely need to be in a certain mindset for that) bullying (personal trauma there sometime I have to back away from a book for a while before trying again.)

Fave scenes to write?

Fluffy dialogue or arguing although bone chilling or traumatic memory flash backs are a blast to write

Most productive time of day for writing?

It depends – day for editing night for writing or that's how it usually works for me.

Reason for writing?

Creativity, I like the fact that other people can connect with the story. Also I have made a few friends via writing and I love that fact considering I have issues making friends usually. My friends might be online friend but they are still friends.

Np tags @the-golden-comet @gioiaalbanoart @aintgonnatakethis @lillybaaaka @adhdprincess @drchenquill +open tag

[oumaheroes]

I'm gonna send you a few, lol. But if you hate the ideas you can just delete them, np. #1: Matt's old iPod from 2008 is full of Nickelback music and Alfred tries to tease him for it. But Matt isn't ashamed bc Nickelback is great and y'all are haters.

I'm not sure this counts as fluff, Anon, but I hope you enjoy a real quick drabble of some bros being bros

Characters: America, Canada

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‘Move.’

‘What?’

‘Move.’

‘Jeez, snippy much,’ Alfred sat up from where he was sprawled along the entire length of Matthew’s sofa and instead twisted to prop his feet on the coffee table, ‘Where are your manners, boy?’

‘Dad doesn’t sound like that.’

‘And who said that was supposed to be the old grump?’

‘The terrible English accent you just did?’

‘Damn. Guess my inner dick head voice is English.’

Matthew sighed and placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, where it stayed for merely a second before Alfred grabbed it up, ‘That’s not funny.’

‘Then why’d you smile?’

‘I didn’t smile.’

‘Aw, got gas then?’

Matthew somehow refrained from punching his brother on the arm and flopped heavily down next to him.

‘Woah woah woah, watch the landing there, Rocky.’

Matthew grabbed a handful of popcorn and popped a kernel into his mouth, ‘So what’d you pick next?’

‘The Martian.’

Matthew groaned.

‘Hey! What’s wrong with that?’

‘It’s terrible.’

‘No it isn’t? What’s wrong with you.’

‘Al, it’s a shit story.’

Alfred gave an exaggerated gasp and held a hand to his chest, ‘It is an awesome story, number one. Number two, people who have an iPod full of Nickelback don’t get an opinion on what’s shit and what’s not.’

‘How do you know what’s on my iPod?’

‘You left it at mine and I looked.’

Matthew blinked, ‘When? I don’t even use an iPod anymore.’

‘I dunno like... ten years ago?’

Matthew was thrown, ‘Wha... what’s that got to do with anything?’

‘You’ve got shit taste.’

Alfred gave him a sympathetic look and clucked his tongue, ‘I know it’s hard to accept, don’t worry. We can talk about something else.’

‘There’s nothing wrong with Nickleback.’

'So you still listen to them, then?'

'And?'

‘They’ve done some great songs.’

‘Sure they have.’

‘What are you, a walking naughties meme?’

Alfred shovelled a handful of popcorn into his mouth and dug around in the sofa cushions for the remote, ‘They’re bad.’

‘Tell me why they’re bad.’

‘They’re corny.’

‘And how are they corny?’

‘I dunno, they just are.’

‘You’re corny.’

‘Yeah.’ Alfred gave him a dazzling grin, ‘And even I think they’re bad.’

Matthew huffed and grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl, ‘Well, I like them.’

‘And I like The Martian.’ Alfred flicked a popcorn at his cheek, ‘Now shut up and turn turn the lights off.’

‘I’m picking the next one.’

‘If you can stay awake.’

‘I’m staying awake just to make you watch some French surrealism.’

‘Ugh.’

[starmybrainrot]

Hi!

May I request how bts members first met their partner?

Thank you 😊

np bb <3 sorry i was so late to answer- i had to make sure they made sense.

ALSO- Lmk if you’d like to see any of these adapted into full-length fics

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How BTS Members Got With Their Partner

Jin

A mutual friend. During college, the stress of studying had put too much pressure on your relationship. Your boyfriend left you for another girl in your class, and it hit you pretty hard. To get you out of the rut, your friend decided to set you up on a blind date. “Trust me!” She’d said. “He’s totally your type.” You didn’t trust her at all, but you still went out. Might as well. You went to a barbecue place and about ten minutes later, a tall,very handsome guy appeared. Immediately, you were a bit more nervous. You still didn’t think he’d be your type, but my lord was he pretty. It was a sweet date. Lots of laughing, a tiny bit of wholesome flirting. He paid in return for showing up late. You’d agreed to go on another date with him. You still weren’t head-over-heels, but he was nice. And so started a courtship. Every two weeks or so, he’d find a way to take you on a date. Dinner, an arcade, the aquarium, a cafe. Picture-perfect, but a very human energy. He wasn’t a boy from a drama, he was just a sweet person who wanted you to be happy. After a couple months of this, he officially asked you to be his partner. “I know we’ve been dating for a bit, but I wanted to know if you’d like to be official. I like you a lot, Y/N. Could I be your boyfriend?” Of course, you said yes.

Yoongi

The need for sleep. When Yoongi moved to Seoul and started all his jobs, he gradually stopped making new friends. There just wasn’t enough time for it. You yourself were powering through a couple jobs to pay for college and rent. At one of these jobs, you two often had the same shift. You weren’t super close, but he’d been kind enough before the burnout set in. You still said hi and talked somewhat, but it was professional. However, when he started slowing down, you started getting worried for him. Something was up with his shoulder or something. One day, you offered a spare key to your apartment. “You seem exhausted all the time. I’m kind of scared you’ll fall on your walk home or something. I live right up the block and it’s really quiet. If you ever wanted to crash there, you could.” Shockingly, he accepted the offer. He started crashing once every couple weeks or so. Most of the time he’d just sleep in the couch and leave before you woke up. But sometimes, you two would talk. You got to know how talented he was, that he’s going to be a musician. Over time, you fell for him. And he started falling for you. You’d stuck with him through all of the physical and mental struggles of his training and debut. You were the person he was most comfortable with, no doubt about it. And one day, on one of your typical crash-days, he asked you out by mistake. He hadn’t meant to, but it ended up working out for the two of you.

Hobi

A dance competition. During his pre-debut days, Hobi was already a well-known dancer. One of the things he would do was go to showcases and competitions. Even if it was something he’d already applied to or won, you can always learn from new dancers. One of these competitions was a co-ed competition. Groups of mainly guys, groups of mainly girls, mixed groups. All of them competed against each other. It wasn’t super serious- you only won about ₩1500 and you got to say you won it. Still, it was a fun semi-annual competition. During the second 2012 competition, he was doing it for the last time. He was more determined to win that usual. Given that he was about to debut in a group, he didn’t know if he’d ever have time to compete again. It was your second time competing- last time you’d almost won. Got to the quarter-finals of the tournament, but not last that. You didn’t win this time, but you got to the finals. It was your group and Hobi’s group vying for the win. It was close, but you’d ended up losing. You weren’t as beat-down as you thought you would’ve been- it more cemented your need to come back again. Victory was so close. One more time and you could get it. On your way out of the studio, Hobi had run up on you. He was out of breath and grinning. He explained that he was so scared he was going to lose, and right when you were about to yell at him for gloating, he asked for help. “I want to know how you fall down so smoothly. That handless cartwheel into a split? I can do that, but I don’t know how to transition. It was like you melted into the ground.” He asked for your number, because if you ever had a free day he’d want to practice with you. You guys became dance buddies, and even after his debut you’d still practice sometimes. He broke BigHit’s “no dating” rule after a couple months and asked you put.

Namjoon

The gym. Even though he enjoys working out alone, it’s not terrible to have a gym buddy. One day, while you two were doing cardio at the same time. You’d kind of forgotten you were there alone, so you were just talking to your friend. He didn’t mean to, but he started eavesdropping. You made a joke to your friend- something about a human hamster wheel not being practical. “Imagine it unhooks and I just go flying down the street. Explain that to an ER nurse.” Despite it not being particularly funny, he laughed at it. While he was having a water break, you walked past him to leave. He told you that he liked your joke about the hamster wheel, and you two just had a superficial conversation about your favorite exercises. After going at the same time a few times by accident, he asked for your number and you started going together on purpose. Your relationship grew from there.

Jimin

Out clubbing. In an effort to avoid the pressure of celebrity life, Jimin started frequenting more clubs- ones that people didn’t go to, ones that tons of people went to. The goal was just to have fun and forget about fame. You started frequenting clubs because of music and liquor. Pretty good combination. You’d gone to the bar to get a whiskey sour, but your friend had your wallet and you didn’t know where they were. Out of muscle memory of kindness or pure impulse, paid for you. He had no clue why, and neither did you. But it was a good decision. You started up a conversation with him as you drank. Obviously, you knew who he was. But you didn’t make a big deal out of it- there was no way he came here for the paparazzi. It wasn’t a deep conversation, just jokes about the people in there. He was great to talk to, and even in the dark purple light, he glowed. You asked for his number when he was about to go, but he said no. He said he didn’t really like to give it out. “But if we ever run into each other again, I might.” You agreed. He went back to that club a few nights that week to make sure you weren’t a stalker. You actually ended up running into him at a different club. He was the one who came up to you. True to his word, he gave you his number. You two decided to talk and dance with each other all night. The next morning, while battling a hangover, you got a message from Jimin. “Hey, Y/N. Hope your head doesn’t hurt too bad. Lmk if you’d ever want to go out sometime. I’d love to talk without yelling over ppl.”

Tae

A café. Cafés are quiet and pretty. Much like the boy who started coming to your favorite one. It was a study spot for you- good food, good music, good atmosphere. Good, good, good. You’d sit in the back, alone at this round table. He’d sit at a little table a few paces away. One day, the café was busier than normal. His table was filled up, so he asked if he could sit at the other end of yours. You said yes, it’s just a table. He wasn’t very talkative, but he smiled a lot. Between bites of food or spurts of typing, he would check his messages and clearly try to hold in a laugh. He had a very stern, cold face, but it was obvious that he was a funnier and happier person than it seemed. He’d sit at the end of your table when it was busy, and because of that, you started to develop a bit of a crush on him. You didn’t realize the crush he had on you. He loved the way your nose crunched when you focus, the way your eyes lit up when your coffee came over, how concentrated you’d get on your work. Your existence was pretty to him. You ended up asking each other out at the same time. Both of you had reached your breaking point and just blurted it out. The coincidence made you laugh to hard you almost got kicked out.

Jungkook

An art class. When he started learning to draw and paint more, he decided to take a couple classes. It was fun, the class- very calm with very talented students and teachers. Something this teacher prioritized was teamwork. Art is personal, yes. But if you ever make it your job, you may need to work with others. So she put everyone in groups. You had to use all the techniques you’d learned to depict what you would define “beauty” as. You, Jungkook, and a third person we’re paired together. This third person bailed, and while you worked on your painting, you bonded over a mutual annoyance for this guy. It wasn’t mean, more of a running joke between new friends. About a month and a half later, when the project was done, Jungkook asked if you wanted to keep hanging out. “Like go get a coffee or see a movie or something.” He was sort of nervous and it was cute, so you agreed. How could you not?

[bihanspookies]

15 Lines Game

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

Ty @thesingularityseries for the tag 🫶

Alora:

1. “…Are you fucking stupid?”

2. “It’s a roach, not a fucking— it flies?!” Alora yells, hand forming into a fist.

3. Rolls her eyes and makes a gun gesture to her temple. “Sure it’s not like I’ve been awake for the past 3 days cleaning up your bullshit.”

4. “Alright well, I’m gonna go hang out with Michi now.”

5. “You are seriously a fucking stain on my sanity.”

6. “Oh fuck, my tomatoes!” Alora exclaims, sprinting towards her greenhouse.

7. “Yeah okay Mr. America.” She makes a jacking off motion with her hand, rolling her eyes heavily.

8. “¡Esto es una puta mierda! ¿Estás realmente bromeando? ¡Qué demonios—“

9. “You push and push and push. Just stop! Okay? Stop trying to force me to open up!”

10. “Get the hell out of my face before I break yours.”

11. “Sure whatever, I’ve got nothing better to do.” She follows Alex and Kate, mentally preparing herself for whatever comes her way.

12. “Not that one… Alex and I got banned last week.” She says nonchalantly, looking to Alex who nods in agreement.

13. “I just wanna go home…” She’s tired, so so tired…

14. She inhales deeply, smearing the blood on her face even more. “I fucked up.”

15. “Don’t leave me… please…” She was on the verge of tears, her jaw tight and body shaking.

Kasiya:

1. “Don’t be frightened, you are safe now.” She offers a kind smile, reassuring the new soul that just appeared.

2. “Raiden! So lovely to see you! Ah and Kung Lao!” She’s momentarily flustered, quickly displaying a grin. “What brings you two here?”

3. “…Excuse me for one moment please.” She turns and quickly walks away, bristling subtly at the off handed comment made by Cetrion.

4. “Mother this is wrong— why are you doing nothing to stop it?!”

5. “You are going to get me in trouble!” She laughs, allowing Kung Lao’s fingers to intertwine with hers to pull her along.

6. “My apologies but I am bound by my duty here in the garden. Now please…”

7. “Please do not stick your hands into my fytó stámnas, that is very rude.”

8. “You are really quite different from your counterpart…” She mutters, eyeing the monk up and down.

9. “Surely my nose cannot be that interesting Kung Lao.” She muses, her eyes following his finger as he traces down its length.

10. “Why do you sit back and do nothing? Shinnok is out there running rampant and—!” She’s silenced when Cetrion suddenly appears behind her, eyes glowing like vibrant jewels and oh so full of anger.

11. “I assure you I am much older than your mind could possibly fathom.”

12. “And you are still handsome even looking like battered meat.” She laughs softly, sniffling and leaning forward to cup a hand on his cheek.

13. “Thank you for allowing me to love you.”

14. “For the last time you two— no! Now stop pestering me, I have other people to take care of.”

15. “That must be absolutely the most cheesiest pick up line you have ever used on me and I am even more surprised that it’s working.”

NP Tags: @luna-di-fuoco @malicedragoness @valyrra @theelderhazelnut

[freelancearsonist]

✨ 20 questions for writers ✨

thank you for the tag @amanitacowboy

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

i have yet to move anything over there 😩

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

n/a 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

pedro pascal boys, stranger things (eddie and steve my beloveds), oscar isaac, marvel... good grief the list just goes on

4. Top five fics by kudos

according to tumblr top:

#5: we need to talk about steven (moon knight system)

#4: even in the quietest moments (poe dameron)

#3: completely yours tonight (leto atreides)

#2: wingman (moon knight system)

#1: make a move on me (joel miller)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to respond to everything!! your comments feed me :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely the only heaven i'll be sent to it's like the only un-happy ending i've ever written 😭

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'm a sucker for happy endings so all of them 🥲

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully no! you are all so lovely 🥰

9. Do you write smut?

the question should be do i write anything BESIDES smut 💀

10. Craziest crossover?

probably the supernatural cyoa au thing i wrote for dieter (heart of the cards)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no thankfully! let's keep it that way please :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of??

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i really want to!! (this is an invitation)

14. All time favorite ship?

this is tough jsdfsdjlsj can i say din x grogu platonic???? i just love a good reluctant father and his carefree son 🥹

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably the 1970's organized crime fighting FBI agent javi p au 🥲 the idea is very ambitious and it's probably going to end up novel-length if i ever actually get the energy to finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think my dialogue is my strongest point??? i love to yap 😌

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably atmosphere 😅 i just feel like i'm not very good at settings or environment sjdflksdfj

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i wrote a whole fic with only spanish dialogue so fjskfjsdf yes?

19. First fandom you wrote in?

uhhhh captain america fic on quotes don't look @ me

20. Favorite fic you've written?

this is a cross! between all that we see or seem and in shades of gray and candlelight i just had so much fun writing twisty turny stories and i'm very proud of the finished products :)

np tagging @schnarfer @futuraa-free @sp00kymulderr @chronically-ghosted @kedsandtubesocks (sorry if you've already done this ignore me ilyyyyyy)

[hem0mancy]

hiiiiii 👋👋👋👋👋👋 hope youre having a good evening.. anyway YOUR FIC ABOUT MY THING WAS FUCKING INSANE ARE YOU KIDDING ME. 😍 i really enjoyed it and i am honored to have my little idea turned into a full length piece like that. im very happy to be quite honest. i would however request credit for originating the idea which inspired it ^___^ if you dont mind. anyway, very fucking cool. ty for writing it

hca💋

Oh yeah np!! I can gift it to your account too, if you wanna dm me the details! I can also credit you in the description? Sorry, totally didn't think abt that.

[mxstball]

...all of a sudden, it makes sense that Zinnia would befriend someone that would garner so much attention. She wasn't a part of the crowd, but one look at it told her that she shouldn't be... and right she was when the cast of Confuse Ray dispersed the crowd. Luckily, she had a Lum Berry on her should she have been a part of it, but that's one less use that she has to worry about.

Nonetheless, she was approached by the very girl that was making the ruckus.

"Ah, yes." Tamao nodded. Hearing her real name was enough for her to know that she needed to get back in step with her duties. "Hello, May. Hello, Anya. It is a pleasure to meet you." She allowed herself a bow a little. "Yes, Zinnia is always the strange one -- setting her plans in motion without regard of divulging the whole truth. I am Eir -- or Tamao in this getup... whichever you prefer to call me. I was just here to finish up with making this medical parcel as you can see here. The Lorekeeper had informed me of your approach and requested for me to give this to you. I pray that it is of use to her." Tamao gave the parcel to May.

.....

....okay, may as well do both of these in one go.

"That being said, I was impressed with the way that you and your Pokémon were able to disperse the sudden crowd. Not only that, but I can tell that the bond between the two of you are quite close. If that is the case, then I would like for you to have a second item." NOW Tamao offered the egg to Anya, since she seemed to be a little free. "It is the egg of a special Pokémon that I had saved for a trainer such as yourself. Please, tend to it and give it a stable home for me, yes?"

Tamao bowed once more.

Vivid colors in the vortex soon peel away, the world around her still swirling and her vision dizzying colors and shapes back into perception—greens, browns, other earthy tones, accompanied by the whispering breezes up though the high treetops.

Fortree City— teeming with the symphony of the forest, it is a welcomingly refreshing arrival. Little seems to have changed; if anything, the greenery that surrounds the elevated city, along its planked pathways overhead, has become ever the more breathtaking in her absence.

With Anya in tow, the two dip between small gatherings of people; unfortunately, even keeping their heads low isn't enough to avoid detection. From every direction, May is suddenly swarmed by people anxious to see the returned Champion up close, their questions abundant (and invasive).

"I– I, uhhh, this is.... y'all, really, now's not th-"

The Gardevoir to her side cannot entertain this unwanted attention, feeling the spike of her trainer's anxiety by way of their emotional link. 'Allow me, Haru-chan.' The soothing of Anya's voice belies her ruthlessness, the sparkling fairy-type positioning herself between the flocks of enthused citizens and her trainer.

May knows immediately to shield her eyes. Anya hovers high above the masses, producing flickering balls of light from both palms; they multiply, until dozens of orbs each of varying hues orbit her floating frame. Closing her eyes, her powers are traced inward, before she then releases the orbs to disperse above the crowd.

The riot immediately dwindles, looks of bewilderment shared among those present; May takes this chance to dash between the doors of the Center. Catching her breath, she shoots Anya a sharp glare. 'A Confuse Ray, really? Sure that wasn't just you doin' too much..?'

Anya can't help but to giggle before diverting May's attention to a woman who stands out against those permeating the center as much as she (and the shining Gardevoir) does. They both approach cautiously, before the Champ clears her throat. "...yer Eir, aren't ya? Zinnia sent me here t'meet with ya fer... well, she didn't actually tell me but– we're here!"

She's always been awkward at introductions, though she's trying her very best. It's great practice, after all, in being more approachable—something she's sure will benefit her role as returned Champion. "Nice to meetcha, name's May! And this diva to m'left is Anya." The Gardevoir curtsies, pleased to have been introduced appropriately.

[mochamvgz]

rant ab smth :) [np btw]

tysm i really needed this

so today we got our costumes for the christmas dance and they're so ridiculous i literally hate them sm like it's a long dress (past knee length but above ankle) and the skirt has 2 layers of tulle and the top is covered in these bright pink sequins and there's this hideous sash thingy running diagonally across the top. the sleeves are flared at the ends and barely reached the elbows which makes the flare look super awkward and it's all a really weird low-quality kinda pink (iykwim) and i just wanna cry seeing it. like we put so much effort into perfecting the choreo and working on coordination and stage presence while missing our school lectures (practice times were during school hours) and THIS is what we have to wear??? ugh i'm totally dreading it like i'd rather perform in my school uniform. and to put salt on the wound, I was super happy about being in the front for the first time in my life (i'm usually in the back bc of my height even though I can dance better than some of the ppl who are usually in the front) during the second half of the performance and there's a verse where I even get to share the centre position with another girl so this is huge for me and....then i find out i'll be performing in what's basically a clown costume. so yeah super huge bummer lol

thanks for letting me rant ily<3

[lemonadehtwooh]

Big Post for my For Funsies AU stuff

Hopefully I will remember to Update this every once in a while (>v<)b

Putting a cut for Length Reasons! Also we love how I procrastinated on making this for over a year :P

Before anything, feel free to ask me anything about my AU, as well as feel free to make drawing requests about my AU as well! I am also down to just draw Fate Grand/Order characters too! :3

Ao3 Account For Future For Funsies! AU Writing Stuff: lemonadehtwooh

(Note: This will be updated the same time I post the writing on Tumblr as well)

Writing for the For Funsies AU that's on Tumblr :3

Sorry I haven't posted any writing for the AU yet ):

Celebration post that contains Old Sketches of the AU/Beginning Stages of the AU

The Very First Post I Ever Made on Tumblr About The For Funsies AU Lmao

Romeo Angelo and Company:

Romeo's Design

More Sketches of Romeo's Design

Romeo Backstory Stuff

Roasting Romeo

Gabriel Utterson Old Design

Gabriel Utterson CURRENT Design

Alexander-Paris of Troy Design

Answer of a question about Hektor, Paris/Apollo, Penth, and Astolfo

Question about Odysseus and Hektor

Utterson skill and NP stuff

Santa Utterson Design

Silly Scolding HC

Sketches of Utterson's Gun and Monocle

Fun Facts about Utterson and the Creation of Him!

Dunky Donut. Because Ur Epic

Backless Suit Utterson

Very Old Hektor Design Sketches

Can Romeo Dance?

Drunk Romeo lol

The Two Idiots In Romeo's Mind Lore-ish stuff

Maple Von Roth and The Theater Cast

Maple Design

Maple's Tits

Old Sketch of Maple handing the viewer an L

Maple's True Form Concept Sketches

Jekyll/Hyde NP Rewrite concept

Jekyll/Hyde NP Rewrite Sketches!

Jekyll/Hyde Redesign

Old Opera Phantom Doodle That I Like

Opera Phantom and Maple Sketches

Old Rama Redesign Sketches + Info

Maple Design Sketches YIPPEE

Old Sketches of The Phantom of The Opera

Jekie and Hydie cool art Wow

More Maple Design Concept

Doctor Ishaan and His Trio

"I Am Losing My Sense of Humanity"

My Favorite Sketches of Enkidu

Enkidu Being Protective of a Sleeping Ishaan HC

Silly Mini Comic of Enkidu Forcing Gil to Carry Them

Doctor Ishaan and Doctor Mary Design Sketches and Notes Plus Angst Art of Child Ishaan

Doctor Mary and The Dream Team

Billy joking and Accidentally Making Jack Cry

Chance Finnick and The Chaos Squad

Sorry I got nothing to show here yet, one day I will actually draw out and post Chance's stuff ):

Unnamed Master 1 and The Magic of Friendship Gang

Angst Animation of Arjuna and Karna

Animation of Lanyon

Doctor Lanyon Design

Old Lanyon Sketches

Matching Outfits

Trying to figure out Unnamed Master's concept

The Beast of Calamity and Moriarty

How It All Started

The Beast/Apocalypse Design

Moriarty Sketches

Utterson X Sherlock Stuff

HC on How They Meet

Goofy X Catholic Guilt

"Why Does Sherlock Call You Babygirl?" (Old Ver., will be remade soon)

These Are Literally So Funny, I Love These Doodles, Why Did They Only Get One (1) Note

Silly Halloween Vampire Sketches

One of My Fave. Drawings of These Two Nerds

Hektor X Romeo Stuff

OC X Canon Week Pt. 1

OC X Canon Week Pt. 2

OC X Canon Week Pt. 3

OC X Canon Week Pt. 4

Weird Dream I Had Involving These Two Nerds

Misc.

Holmes Caffeine Addiction

Fruit Cake

Tiamat Drawing Ask <3

Gabriel Gay Lol

A Mutual's Fgo OC interacting With My OC <3

Baseball Batting Moriarty's Back Ask

[grasslandgirl]

11, 19, 23 for fic writer asks please :D

LOVE UUUU LUKAAA <333

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

uhhh kind of ? not really. i don't usually listen to music while i write, more often than not it distracts me lmao but when i DO listen to music while writing it tends to be one of two things: either 1) a chill vibes playlist off spotify of songs i don't really know playing really quietly so i dont get distracted thinking about/singing along to the song inside of my head instead of actually writing OR 2) a playlist specifically curated for the vibes/aesthetic/etc of the fic im working on, also played really quietly lmao !!

only a handful of my wips/fics get playlists of their own- it tends to only be for fics i'm really invested in/spend a lot of time working on/have a really specific musical vibe i can attribute lots of songs to, and even then i really only write to music like. 10% of the time i'm writing, the rest of the time it has to be quiet or i just. can't think and can't write and will end up doom scrolling on tumblr instead of working skjfbnksjbnskjn

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

teehee :))

Gorgug and Fabian were leaned together standing under a huge tree, heads tilted and hips pressed close.

For the hundredth time that night, Adaine's heart caught inside her chest. It was such an... innocent kind of intimacy. One she was an unwanting voyeur into. Adaine hovered in the doorway, unable to step further into the garden and disrupt their moment, and incapable of turning or looking away.

Gorgug murmured something, his mouth moving as he frowned slightly, eyes cast down at their feet, but Adaine was too far away to hear the words. She didn't know if she'd even want to know what sweet nothings Gorgug was whispering to Fabian if she was close enough to truly eavesdrop. Fabian shook his head, shifting slightly away, and Gorgug's frown deepened into something nearly heartbroken and- and-

Of course they loved each other. They were the best men Adaine knew.She'd loved them- both of them, independently and together- for nearly as long as she could remember. Even before she knew what the feeling was, Adaine could remember the sparking fire lit beneath her ribs whenever Fabian grinned at her, or when Gorgug swept her up in his arms. There was no better person for each of them than the other- and whether or not they knew it yet, Adaine could see the realization hanging thickly in the air between them. They'd figure it out eventually, coming together with the clash of joy she'd always loved about the two of them, and Adaine would be left; a third wheel with a plastic smile. Torn between her happiness on behalf of her best friends, and the heartbreak she could never tell them about.

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

uhhhhhghrfivskjnsfb this is one of the banes of my writer existence if im terribly honest i always have a terrible time figuring out when/how to end scenes and end fics skjfnbnsf

the only big multichap fic i've got going rn is noble pining, and mostly i decide to end the chapters in that fic by. vibes. also word counts. i try to keep the length of all the chaps in NP in a similar word count range so like. that helps me figure out a little how and where to end my chaps ksfjvnkjsfb but other than that. it's a vibe game. and also demaanding that my friends tell me whether or not the endings of my fics make sense ksfjnskfbsnb <3

send me numbers from this fic writer's ask list !!!!

[sanguineerose]

wednesday sunday monday snippet lmao at least we're writing

thank you for the tag @fromagony!!

so since i'm always posting snippets from head over feet, here's something else i'm working on 👀 idk when it's going to be posted though, but it's def coming

“Suguru,” Satoru says with an exasperated sigh, throwing his head back against the couch. “Please talk to your son.” “Oh, my son now?” Suguru asks, amused, as he walks into the living room with a steaming cup in his hand. He knocks one of Satoru’s arms off where he has both of them stretched out over the length of the backrest, resting his own elbows there, just a few inches from Satoru.  “Yes, your son when he’s talking nonsense, because he definitely doesn’t get that from me,” Satoru replies, groaning when Suguru playfully smacks the back of his head. He looks back over his shoulder then, sounding almost desperate as he says, “He wants to live on campus.” Megumi, who’s been sitting silently in the armchair with his legs pulled up to his chest, still in his pajamas, starts regretting that he brought the subject up so early in the morning.  “Do you really have to act like it’s a tragedy?” “It is a tragedy,” Satoru says, looking back at Megumi with a bewildered look on his face. “Why would you even want to live in a college dormitory? Sharing a room with someone else? Megumi, you were pissed at us when you got a bedroom next to Tsumiki.”  That’s a valid point, Megumi has to admit. The only reason he’s been hesitating about this was the idea of sharing a little living space with someone else, anyone else, really; especially a stranger. He values his alone time too much and his social battery always dies quicker than most guys’ his age—what is he going to do when he can’t even escape to the peace of his own bedroom?  On the other hand, he’s been dying to get away from home. It’s not like he doesn’t love his parents with all his heart, or that he isn’t eternally grateful for everything they’ve done… but Megumi is twenty, and living together with his parents is getting a little… suffocating. He wants to be more independent, he wants to experience what it’s like to fend for himself, he wants to live a little without having his dads’ overprotective eyes following him everywhere. But how is he supposed to explain this without hurting their feelings? 

np tags @crimsonlovebartylus @godsofwoes @214lilacsky @star4daisy