#100 fic

[honestlydarkprincess]

keep quiet

bellamy x clarke || rating: explicit || wc: 1.4k

After a shower to wash the feel of a long car ride off him, Bellamy flopped on the bed with a huff. He was tired from the drive and absolutely not pouting over the fact that he wouldn’t be rooming with his girlfriend.

He supposed he could understand, he knew that Clarke’s mother was a bit old-fashioned— traditional. They weren’t married, not yet. The ring in his nightstand back home would hopefully change that soon. But that meant that Abby still insisted they slept in separate rooms when they came over to spend the weekend, even though they had been dating for four years by now.

The door creaked open and Clarke’s sheepish face appeared in the doorway. Bellamy felt his annoyance melt away at the sweet face of his girlfriend.

Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke fuck while trying to keep quiet.

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[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[wanderingcas]

people are really looking at stats to determine if a fic is worth reading? no wonder fics that never got popular at the first drop never had a chance 💀

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[fairyniceyeah]

People...

I just ... I ... I realized something just now. I have been keeping tracks of my fanfic in a document, with all hyperlinks etc.

Today I decided to count and found that if you count all K-Pop fanfics I have written this is my

100th fic!!!

(For this I am counting all series I love my team, I love my crew All 13 parts of my heart A silent war we never wanted I got you, you got me, nothing in the way Hajoon insecure series as one story. While all stories of June of Doom Sicktember You made my dawn count as seperate fics!)

Wow, I can't believe this! Thank you all so much for your support and your kind words, the amazing feedback, the likes and reblogs and the great requests and prompts!!!

Lots of love,

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You made my dawn - Wiping away tears/Sweetheart 🐈‍⬛

Title from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Perfection/Love

Summary: It was nights like this that she was reminded how important it was that they checked in on their trainees.

CW: mentions of bullying

Whumpee: Wonwoo

It had started off as a joke. Soonyoung had once made a funny comment about Eunji kissing them goodnight and somehow it had ended with her checking on them every evening before they went to bed as part of their nighttime routine. 

It was needed at times - when Seungcheol lost his favorite oversized sleep shirt (Eunji was not going to tell him it was now Jihoon’s), when Soonyoung had misplaced his stuffed tiger plushie, when Wonwoo fell asleep with his glasses on and she had to take them off for him, when she found Jihoon crying from homesickness, when Mingyu admitted to not feeling great and promptly threw up at her feet - and she loved it as much as the boys did. She didn’t care about the other managers lovingly, but teasingly, call her the trainees’ eomma.

It was nights like this that she was reminded how important it was that they checked in on their trainees.

She had placed the blankets over a completely tuckered out Mingyu and hugged Jihoon goodnight in one room, hoping it was going to be an easy night. When she entered the other room, she already found it filled with the sound of Soonyoung snoring while Seungcheol tucked him in. The oldest turned around when he heard her footsteps, a look of relief on his face.

“Noona? Can you check on Wonwoo-yah? I … He went to the bathroom some time ago and he hasn’t yet returned. I’m really worried. I would have gone myself but …” Seungcheol gestured with his hand, and as Eunji took a look she saw that even in sleep Soonyoung was holding the oldest’s other hand.

“Of course, Cheollie”, she replied. “Just, take care of yourself. Go to bed too.”

Seungcheol nodded.

Stepping back into the hallway, Eunji couldn’t hold back the worry in her mind. She hoped that Wonwoo wasn’t sick, for one hating any of her charges to suffer and for the other knowing that illness spread like wildfire in those tiny shared rooms. 

But a part of her heart told her that it wasn’t that. She had noticed that Wonwoo had become a bit more introverted than he usually was over the past days but she had thought that maybe he was just tired. Wonwoo was an introvert at the core and he loved his lone moments where nobody disturbed him. But it seemed a bit worse this time, he had retreated into himself even when the group tried to include him in silent subtle ways.

Before she even had the chance to knock on the door to the bathroom, she already heard it. A choked sob. 

Eunji didn’t hesitate one second, lifting her hand, gently knocking and calling softly: “Wonwoo-yah? It’s noona. Are you okay?”

For a long terrifying moment, there was only silence then: “I’m fine.”

Eunji sighed. It was clear he wasn’t. She just hoped he would speak to her.

“Sweetheart, I know you aren’t. Can you let me in or come out, hm? I’m really worried about you”, she called out, trying to make her voice soft and inviting. She didn’t want to force herself onto the silent boy but she knew he might profit from any help. Even if it was just company.

Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he was missing home. Maybe he had fought with another trainee. Maybe something else.

She just wanted to be there for him.

It took a few moments but then the lock clicked and the door opened to reveal Wonwoo, his face pale and tear-stricken. His lip was wobbling as he fought for composure.

“Oh, sweetheart”, Eunji mumbled and opened her arms.

Wonwoo, losing his composure again, stumbled forward and bent down, placing his head on her shoulder as he shook in her arms. “Noona”, he whispered, fisting the back of her shirt.

Eunji gently rocked them from side to side, rubbing his back. Wonwoo was quite a lot taller than her now, having come so far from the shy boy in the practice room that first day, but it still felt right to have him in her arms. It should have been awkward, especially since they were in the doorway to the bathroom but neither of them cared.

“Come on, let’s go to the living room so we can talk, okay?”, Eunji suggested. While she was happy to comfort him, she knew that talking might help her charge.

She took his hand into hers and waited for him to let go before she stepped back, tugging him along to the living room, sitting him down on the couch. She didn’t speak, letting him think and gather himself, while she wrapped a throw blanket around him and grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen.

“Drink”, she said, holding out the bottle. He must be dehydrated from the tears. 

Wonwoo shakily took the bottle and took a few sips, then handed it back and curled into himself, making himself impossibly small on the couch. 

Eunji put the bottle on the table and sat down next to him, letting him rest against her side and gently adjusting the blanket again. “Do you wanna talk about it, sweetheart?”

Wonwoo was silent for a long moment, long enough that Eunji thought he wouldn’t talk. It didn’t matter, she would be there for him and patiently wait as long as he needed her to.

Then he opened his mouth. 

“It’s just … noona, I …”, he stuttered, then burst out in one breath: “Noona, do you truly think I am good enough to be an idol? Please be honest.”

Eunji had expected anything but that question. At first she was just trying to process. Where did that question come from? Of course Wonwoo was good enough. He was more than good enough. He had the face, he had the voice, he had the talent, he had the determination. 

“Of course you are, sweetheart”, Eunji replied, careful to sound gentle when she continued. “Why would you think you aren't? You’re doing amazing.”

 Wonwoo swallowed and took off his glasses, cleaning them with his sleeve. It was a nervous gesture he had developed and right now his glasses definitely didn’t need to be cleaned and he was just stalling for time.

“It’s just … they … I … I keep thinking … I’m just not made to be an idol. All I have is the luck to look decent but other than that? Even if I look good, my glasses destroy that - idols aren’t supposed to have glasses. And … and … and Seungcheol-hyung is a way better rapper than I am. I’m not that good at dancing and my stamina sucks. I am shy, I am quiet and I’m scared to talk in front of people. I’m no fun. I don’t have the personality for an idol. Noona, what am I doing here?”

Wonwoo sounded so lost, so small at that moment. So young and scared. Worried for a future he wanted but thought he may never have.

Eunji turned on the couch to fully look at him, reaching out to stroke back his hair. Wonwoo looked so small, curled into himself under the blanket. Nothing left of the shy but confident trainee she knew.

“Wonwoo-yah…”, she whispered, “why would you think all of that? You are much more than your looks and besides, I think the fans will love your glasses. You are very talented and you just have a different style than Seungcheol, that doesn’t mean you are bad or worse. You are a rapper, not a dancer - you can’t be good at everything and we all know that your low blood pressure makes dancing a bit harder for you. You are doing amazing, considering everything. Your valuations were pretty high too. Why doubt yourself now?”

Wonwoo swallowed. “You didn’t say anything about my personality…” His voice was full of doubt and hurt.

“I didn’t. Yet”, Eunji acknowledged, “but trust me, that I am telling the truth. Yes, you are quiet. Yes, you are introverted. Yes, you are shy. But that doesn’t matter. You are you and that makes it enough. What good would a group be if all were loud and so energetic? It would be chaos. And you can be fun too, if you are in the mood. You don’t have to be all the time though. For one, I personally know that Jihoonie actually appreciates your quietude a lot. He always gravitates towards you when it gets too loud. Have you never noticed? Anyways, what I am trying to say: Yes, I fully believe you are good enough to be an idol, sweetheart, and better yet, you are good enough, period.”

Wonwoo looked at her, his eyes wide and shiny, unshed tears glistening. His expression was full of wonder, as if she had hung the stars in the sky. She wondered how long he had been struggling with this, how long he had denied himself confirmation and comfort, too shy to ask for that.

“Are you … noona, are you sure?”, Wonwoo whispered, his voice a mix of doubt and joy. 

She nodded, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb, cupping his cheek.

“Wonwoo-yah, why would I lie to you? You are amazing as you are.”

“But …” Wonwoo took a deep breath. “Some guys at school…”

“Oh, sweetheart”, Eunji mumbled, fighting hard to suppress her anger. He didn’t need vengeance now but reassurance. Yet she couldn’t help how sharp her voice was when she asked: “What did they say?”

“Noona, they think it’s ridiculous that I am trying to be an idol. That I don’t have what is needed and that I am too boring and too uncool to be an idol. They all say I will fail”, Wonwoo whispered, “what if they are right? So many people think I won’t make it. I think my parents are just supporting me because they are my parents. Maybe they are all right and I am set up for failure.”

Eunji pressed a kiss to his head. She knew how cruel teenagers could be, especially jealous ones. But right now, in his state, Wonwoo could not accept or understand that explanation.

“I think you’ll make it. Your fellow trainees think you’ll make it. And I know for sure that your parents are incredibly proud of you. They always text me for updates and praise whatever I send them. These kids only know you from school, they have never seen you in the recording studio or heard you rapping or seen you dance. How can they judge what they haven’t even seen?”

Wonwoo took a shaky breath, tilting his head and clearly mulling over her words.

“I … maybe … maybe you are right, noona. They have never seen me do anything as a trainee, just at school.”

“Of course, I am right, Wonwoo-yah. Your noona is nearly always right”, she teased gently, smiling happily to herself when he smiled a bit at her words.

They sat in silence together, Wonwoo’s head resting on her shoulder. She thought he had dozed off when he suddenly spoke again.

“Noona?”

“Hm?”

“Remember when I had that stomach ache last week?”, Wonwoo asked.

Eunji nodded, moving so she could look at him. Wonwoo was fidgeting, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing how.

“I didn’t actually feel sick then”, Wonwoo finally admitted, “I just …. I couldn’t stand the thought of going to school and getting teased again. I just … I just want it to stop.”

Eunji doubted that just teasing would cause this strong kid to not want to go to school but she understood what he was trying to say. His school situation was worse than she had initially assumed.

“Sweetheart”, Eunji mumbled, wishing he had said something earlier. But it was too late for that. Now she could only offer proactive choices. “Would it help you if you transferred schools? Start new?”

Wonwoo bit his lip but the quick way he was nodding told her everything she needed to know. Tomorrow morning would be filled with phone calls.

“Alright”, she said, “I promise I will make it happen. Do you think you can go to sleep now? I’ll tell the others you don’t feel well tomorrow morning and you can sleep in. We’ll figure it out from there.”

With a choked cry, Wonwoo threw himself into her arms, nearly bowling her over with his strength. She held onto him tightly as he sobbed tears of relief.

It was the right decision. Only a week later Wonwoo was positively beaming every day he returned from school to the company, holding Soonyoung’s hand - who coincidentally (Eunji most certainly had no idea how that happened) was in his class. 

(If that principal had still owed her a favor nobody needed to know.)

Next story: Homesick/Sweetie

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

the fact that "Prettyboy" is an honest-to-god name* from the 15th Century opens up, just, so much smut for historical/fantasy writing and we all need to start using it

*for dogs

[da-janela-lateral]

It seems that 'popular', 'athletic' and 'bright blue eyes' aren't their only similarities.

[starkspi]

From "Managerial Liberties" on AO3 by @miribalis (where they collect fallen angels like shiny Pokémon at the hotel), it makes me really happy (and has my heart).

[buggachat]

i love you weird fics i love you very specific fics that you can tell the author created "self-indulgently" i love you fics that you read and then cant forget because the author clearly had so much fun writing it because it's too uniquely weird for it not to have been a blast to write and therefore read and remember forever

[nyannyannyanx3]

"if you write it in fiction, that must mean you will do it in real life!"

did the author of Pokemon go out to wonderful worlds to catch magical rats, bunnies, and unicorns and fight against an evil team that wants to steal said animals?

[choccy-milky]

ty to @icedmatchawoatmilk13 for sending this to me! i may have gone a bit overboard but this was so much fun to fill out/think about BAHAHA💖 ill still never get over how perfect the song sarah smiles is for them...the lyrics AND the fact that its an alliteration...im gonna do an animatic about seb and clora to that song one day i swear 😩 ((blank template by oakwolves!))

[yuukirita]

I did angst-

[stervrucht]

Part 2 of some art to @cuips-not-cute's fic Blinking Red Light. As a treat🙈

[donutfloats]

Spending some time with the in-laws

[doctorsiren]

the doodles I did while flying back home today