#I had to rewrite this first chapter like 3 times because I couldn't figure out how to get Sanemi and Kazuha to mesh together very well
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so you know how I've been talking about the Kazuha Demon Slayer crossover for ages now?
Hahahaha
Chapter 1 is out :)
#ahjskdkhjf#drops this and runs#I will be honest!!! I dont think I characterized sanemi very well lmao#he's the exact kind of character I don't know how to write! Like selectively respectful and doesn't give a shit otherwise#and also like extremely angry and driven and such! I am much more used to writing quiet pensive more rational characters I think#I had to rewrite this first chapter like 3 times because I couldn't figure out how to get Sanemi and Kazuha to mesh together very well#Like neither of them are particularly trusting on first meeting someone especially with added suspicion from both sides#and I still have like. no idea how to actually write grief which greatly complicates writing this#because it's meant to be an exploration of Kazuha's grief through the lens of other demon slayer characters#oh well if people don't like it I suppose it was still good practice on writing#It is 1 AM and I am Letting Anxiety Get the Better of Me#and I have to wake up at 8 tomorrow so I should go sleep#ok bye
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bound 2 (falling in love)
oneshot
word count: 6.5k
genre: fwb to lovers
pairing: yoongi x reader
summary:
You and Yoongi were okay with being friends with benefits... until you weren't.
warnings: i tried to focus on fluff (did you catch it or did i fail), explicit sexual content; unprotected sex (they make love to each other), choking and breath play (hello it's yoongi), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, crying (is it really my ff if there's no crying involved), creampie, very cute aftercare and i think that’s all, this is more sweet than anything lol
a.n: believe it or not this wasn't apart of my drafts i wrote this all one night because i couldn't sleep so thank my insomnia for this, it was about time i write about yoongi :D
also i noticed a lot of you are reading it was destiny and love always wins and i wish you guys wouldn't only because i plan to rewrite some of it and continue them at a further time (chaptered ffs are so hard for me rn since i don't have all the time in the world to dedicate myself to them but i promise to be back with those two series) thank you for everyone who takes time to read what i write it really means so much and your comments have been so motivating. thank you so fucking much for 2k notes on good girl, gone bad i havent seen numbers like that ever im so so grateful, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i'll try to be back one or two more times this month and happy late birthday to me hehe <3
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It happened again.
Another failed date to add to the sad list of people that simply will never workout for you.
The list was growing longer as months passed. When you started this list, it was barely the start of a very hot summer. Probably the hottest it’s been in years, one can only assume the winter will not be any easier.
And you were right. Winter was only beginning and it was brutally cold. The streets were moist from the previous night of harsh rainfall.
What better time to date and settle down than now. When the world gives you rain, settle for the warm arms of a lover.
Unfortunately, you made a grave mistake thinking this would come easy. Ten first dates later and you are still very single and loverless.
It is not easy to go out during a time like now, suffering at the sight of happy couples and their stupid happy lives. Really, it should disgust you. It used to. The whole concept of devoting your entire life to someone. The need to constantly feel the tender touch of another person. The desire to fall in love and do it all over again, you get it now. At least, you think you do.
“I don’t think this is gonna work.” The words fall from your mouth in a quiet rush. The man across you sits in silence before he smiles in his loss.
“Don’t worry, I figured. It seems your mind was elsewhere. I know you don’t want to pursue anything romantically, and that’s fine with me, but is everything okay?��
Is everything okay? Well currently, yeah you’re okay. As for your heart, it’s heavy and strangely, you feel there’s a hole in your chest and it needs to be filled. That would fix things, you think. You have been single for so long that you forgot what it was like to love and cherish someone. Not that you have ever truly loved or cherished anyone, but you’ve gotten close. If a silly relationship you had in your sophomore year of high school counts. Then yes, you’ve totally been in love.
“I’m okay. Thanks for asking. I didn’t mean to lead you on, if it ever felt like I did.” The apology seems bitter in your mouth. Another failed fucking attempt. How difficult can dating be? Have you really been this disconnected with the world around you?
“Don’t stress it! Things happen. I hope you can find what you’re looking for. See you… around?” The man’s understanding response makes you feel worse. Maybe you should consider deleting Tinder and finding love naturally, if that’s still a thing in the contemporary life.
“Yeah, totally!” And like that you’re off to the next. Giving yourself plenty of time to bathe in your disappointment and miserably cry about your failed attempts at finding what you’ve been missing. Who knew dating could be so difficult?
The walk back home is just as cold as the outcome of today’s date. Your date insisted he could drive you home and if not that then pay for a cab, but you didn’t live too far from the restaurant you both met at. Though he insisted, you figured this walk could refresh you after yet another failure. You were starting to regret it as the cold wind started roughly hitting your skin. Preserving the chilly weather, you genuinely couldn’t wait to get home and wrap yourself in a bundle of warm blankets and comfortable clothes.
Cold hands struggle to open your door, you blow on them with warm puffs of breaths, soon making your way in and getting comfortable in your humble apartment.
yoon: you up?
And that, that is what made this harder. The fact that you knew there was someone completely capable of loving and caring for you the way you desired. You have seen it with your own eyes. Every time you ended up in his bed, in his arms, you felt it. Deep down you know something is there and that something beats everything else. Maybe you’re just delusional, but you look for him in everyone else and you hate it. Hate because you will never be anything more than his personal little whore that comes at the sound of his call.
me: yeah
Normally, you aren’t dry over texts, especially not with him so he’ll see right through you. You’re hoping for once, he can ignore it.
He won't.
yoon: you ok?
me: been better
yoon: wanna talk about it?
me: no, i'm ok
yoon: ok, wanna come over?
Yes, because during a time like this all you want is the comfort and warmth of someone else’s touch and Yoongi has never failed at giving that to you. But he is not yours.
And you are not his.
me: not feeling well. sorry.
yoon: sick?
A white lie never hurt anyone.
me: yeah, throat hurts
yoon: im sorry
me: it's not your fault maybe another time.
Though you really shouldn’t say that. There should be no next time. That way you don’t suffer any longer and drag him down with you, considering everything you’ve been feeling and dealing with lately. It’s not fair to Yoongi, but especially yourself.
He doesn’t reply anymore and you can’t even hide your disappointment. You aren’t disappointed at him, okay maybe a little bit at him, but mainly yourself and your recently found complicated feelings.
You and Yoongi started this whole mess a year ago, before you even realized what you truly wanted. It started off with subtle flirting here and there. They say not to mess with coworkers, given that it can complicate things at work and one should never play with their main source of income, but you did it anyway. You are still young and he only made you feel younger, like a teenage girl crushing over her forbidden crush at church. It was silly, but Yoongi made it easy.
The flirting turned to one thing, then another.
“We shouldn’t, not here.” Yoongi had you pinned outside the club you both worked at, leaving trails of wet kisses down your throat.
“Five more minutes.” His words were muffled into your skin as his hands explored your body. Yoongi’s touch was always way too soft for his own good and you fell victim to his deadly warmth.
“If Mr. Kim finds out, he’ll kill us and fire us both.” That was a bit dramatic on your part and you swore you felt the taller smiling against your neck.
Yoongi drops one last kiss on your cheek as his hot breath hits your ear. “Not if I kill him first.”
You gasped, pushing him off you with a quick smack to his chest. “D-Don’t even joke like that.”
Yoongi just laughed.
“Okay, okay baby.” The term of endearment fell from his lips too easily and you melted into the dark night. “See you after work?”
You only nodded, not being able to deny his temporary warmth and sweet presence. Then he dropped a kiss on your lips, leaving you just as quick as when he first found you. You were fucked.
From there, it only got worse for your sake. Your heart could only take so much.
Really, you should blame things on him. It was his fault you fell in love with him and his stupidly soft hands. It was all his fault! He left you no choice but to love the feel of his lips against your skin, to easily melt under his soft gaze, and find comfort in his unnecessarily warm bed. Yoongi was perfect. Everything you could ever want.
That’s why it was so fucking hard. Dating was hard enough, but after feeling Yoongi’s intimate touch, you were a complete goner. Though he was far from it, Yoongi touched you like you were his and he would fuck you like a lover would. Kissing and making love to you as if you were the most beautiful woman on Earth. It was all too much.
Fuck, you really needed to get a grip.
The knock on your door makes you jump from your couch.
Ten minutes longer and you would have fallen asleep exactly where you were lying. In outside clothes and all. You didn’t even bother taking off the outfit you had carefully planned thinking that this lucky outfit would have finally taken you somewhere. It didn’t.
“Coming!” There’s not a single person that should be outside your door, especially at this hour. Your feet make their way to the door regardless and the blood from your face drains when you see the person standing behind the door.
Quickly, you unlock your front door, rushing the taller inside. “Hurry! It’s freezing! What are you doing out here?”
Yoongi’s cheeks are surely frozen, a pink dust decorates his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It almost makes him look cute. You were far more gone than you imagined.
He hustles inside, carrying a fairly large brown bag with him. He brought… groceries?
“Took you long enough.” The taller one makes himself at home, laying his bag on your coffee table.
“What are you even doing here?” You ask again.
He ignores you. “Thought you said you were sick. You don’t look very sick?”
Yoongi looks at you with a questioning look, his eyes wander your outfit and guilt starts eating your insides.
You cross your arms, an attempt to hide yourself in shame, but what’s done is done. “I- I had plans.”
“Yeah, I see that.” He simply says, standing awkwardly in your living area.
If this doesn’t convince you to delete that forsaken app for the sake of your dignity and shameful behavior, you don’t know what will.
“Anyways, w-what brings you here?”
“Brought you some stuff.” His hand waves over to the bag he carried inside.
“Stuff?” You question, a bit dumbfounded, planted still in your place.
“Tea, cough drops, some soup I made earlier this week. Oh and flowers.” Yoongi doesn’t seem at all embarrassed or fazed about the situation. Not that he should be, but he speaks with a puff to his chest, as if he wanted to ensure you understood his every word and action. Like any concerned lover would be. As if he was yours and you were his.
Oh.
This was so so bad. For you and your weak heart. Fuck.
“I-“
He cuts you off before you even get to speak. “I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s just some plain seaweed soup. Usually helps me when I’m sick. I’m not sure what flowers you like, or if you even like flowers. Do you? Their tulips. I did a bit of research before. My mom likes tulips. I figured you might like them too.”
He did research? Double fuck!
Yoongi was nervously rambling, now he was slightly embarrassed. Pink flushes his cheeks and it wasn’t the weather’s doing this time.
“Yoongi…” You start breathlessly and in disbelief.
“What?” He nearly stutters, his hand is shaking. He’s nervous. Who would have thought?
“Why.” Is all you manage to ask.
“You were sick.” Is all he replies. As if things were really that simple. What next? Would he come rushing to the hospital if you suddenly fell ill? God forbid, but it was a valid question.
What was going on? For a second, you entertain the idea. Maybe he fell in love between the blurry lines of this complicated relationship. Were the shared intimate memories too special for him to forget too? You weren’t sure anymore, but what did this all mean? Maybe he loves you, as much as you love him.
Thoughts keep spinning and you wish there was an easier way to turn off your brain. Not now.
“I know, but why? Why all this? Why for me?” Your vulnerability is showing and it makes you feel weak. Maybe your hands are shaking too.
“I don't understand?” Yoongi searches for the answer in your glossy eyes, he’s tempted to reach out and comfort you. Have you in his hands, but he’s too coward. He doesn’t want you to feel the shiver of his touch right now. His vulnerability peaks through as well.
Why not you? It’s always going to be you.
“I-I’m nothing to you.” There’s a shiver again and then you break.
Yoongi doesn’t care anymore. He’ll consider the consequences later. Right now, none of it matters.
His hands hold your face, ready to wipe the tears that threaten to leak from your precious eyes. He hopes his hands aren't cold anymore from standing outside for so damn long, but he couldn’t stop himself, in his selfishness and all.
His hands shake slightly, trying to stay strong as he lays it all on the table. “Y/N, you’re everything to me.” He whispers, eyes never leaving yours.
You lay your own hands on his, you feel so delicate around him when you wrap warm hands around his cold wrists.
“I-I am?” You ask between sniffles. His hands are still pretty cold, but they’ll soon warm up against your soft skin. Nobody knows how desperately you need to be touched until you are and then it’s like little fireworks spark inside your body. It consumes you in the best way possible.
“Of course. I thought I made that obvious.” His eyes are soft, different to how he typically looks at you, but you’ve seen these same eyes before. They are no stranger. It’s similar to the look he gives you when you catch him staring at you while you are deep in work. He pretends to look away as if he wasn’t admiring you from afar and you pretend that you don’t notice his curious eyes. It’s the same look he has after you both end up in heated makeout sessions, behind the rusty club you both work at. And it’s definitely the same look he has while he settles on top of you, whispering sweet words of praise and promise.
Nothing should feel different but it just does, there’s something in the way he looks down at you that lets you know that everything you’ve been searching for has always been right here. Right where you’ve been all along.
The taller leans in and you freeze struggling to keep your eyes on his. Yoongi’s thumb brushes against your cheek with a soft touch. You were fragile between his hands and he’s willing to do anything to keep his precious flower safe. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes. Please.” You whisper back in a hurry, scared that this would be nothing but a dream. It wasn’t time for you to wake up yet.
His eyes zero-in on your lips and then he’s kissing you. It’s not much different from other times. After all, you guys have shared plenty of kisses, probably more than you should have considering you guys were friends with benefits, at most. But this time, the kiss isn’t just a careless lust-filled doing, no this time the kiss is a promise. The promise to never again allow you to question his feelings and intentions towards you.
If Yoongi has to spend his whole life making this up to you, he simply would because that’s how much you meant to him. He can’t believe he even let this go on for this long. He should have been more clear and careful, but he doesn’t regret a damn thing. Not when he has all the time in the world to repair the time lost. And especially not when his reckless actions led him to this. To you.
Yoongi’s lips are soft and bend with yours with ease. He takes his time, never in a rush. Especially not when he has you in-hand.
The taller doesn’t escalate the kiss. He keeps it sweet and gentle, like he always has been. “I’m so sorry baby.”
Kiss.
“For?”
Kiss.
Yoongi has the whole world in his hands right now as he looks down into the sparkles in your eyes and he’s never been so sure about anything in his life. “For being a fucking idiot.”
Kiss.
“It’s okay.” A kiss is shared again. “I was an idiot too. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want that with me.”
“Want what?” The taller questions, fingers trailing your face, admiring the imperfections and all.
“A relationship, I mean. You seemed content with how our relationship already was. I was afraid of losing that. Of losing you.” You admit, eyes fluttering at his touch.
“Of course, I want that. I want that and more. I-I’m not the best with relationships. I’m only saying this because I want to be open and honest with you. There’s not a second you aren’t on my mind. While at work, you are all I can see. In a crowd of a hundred, my eyes always find yours. I don’t know how to explain what you do to me. But I don’t mind. I think if I ever lost that, I would lose my mind. So I’m sorry if I ever made you feel the opposite. There’s so much more I want to say, but I just don’t know how. I want that. I want that so bad. A relationship and whatever more you give me. I might not be the best boyfriend but I’ll do whatever it takes. I- I love you.” Yoongi’s words are heartfelt and he’s so relieved. One because he’s been keeping this in for so long, any longer and he would have exploded, but second because he’s been dying to say those three words. He really does love you and Yoongi doesn’t love many people in life, but if he had to choose, it’s always gonna be you.
The tears that were creeping on your eye-lids fall prettily down your face, but Yoongi comes to your rescue. He’s quick to wipe them off your pretty face, tempted to kiss them away, but he keeps that in for now. “Y-Yoongi… I love you too. So much. I think I always have. You are so easy to love. The way you look at me, care for me, and always show up for me. That says more about you than anything else. I tried dating to get over what I felt for you, as you can probably tell, but nothing worked. It was so easy, Yoongi. So easy to fall in love with you. You’re perfect and I don’t doubt that you’ll be the best even after all this. I love you.”
“I love you too, I love you. Fuck, I love you.” Yoongi kisses you again and this time he isn’t as gentle. His lips are still soft as ever as they curl around yours. His tongue comes out and you immediately allow access, letting him explore your mouth. The taste is much better now that there isn’t anything you both are holding back. Everything down on the line and you couldn’t be happier. The hole in your heart was never empty, it was just waiting for this exact moment to remind you that you’ve always had it all.
“Yoongi.” In between breaths you call his name and Yoongi feels his knees lock. “Take me to bed.”
Yoongi just nods in a trance with the way your tone drips of arousal. A long strand of hair falls on his face when he picks you up with ease off your feet. He takes you to the place he’s had the honor to visit a hundred times before, but it’s different this time, much different.
In the process of it all, something falls and it causes you both to laugh until you run out of breath.
“I can’t believe that just happened.” You laugh into his ear. “You owe me a new lamp. My mother bought me that, you know. House-warming gift.”
“Fuck, sorry.” Yoongi mumbles near a whisper as he grips you harder like he’s afraid he might drop you next and the idea makes you giggle because you know he would never purposely hurt you. “I’ll apologize to your mother directly. Buy you and her a new lamp, whatever it takes.”
“What makes you think you are meeting my mother?” You tease with a smile on your face, watching the blush rise on his cheeks.
“Well, I figured we could, you know, if you would like–” Yoongi doesn’t often get shy about many things but he can’t keep calm around you and that kills him softly.
“I’m just teasing you.” You say and he bites his lip. “Of course you’ll meet my mother and my father and my nosy ass family. I hope you like annoying, persistent grandma’s that stuff you full. My grandma’s the worst of her kind, but she’ll love you.”
“I would love to.” Yoongi simply replies, still whispering as if you guys had to keep quiet or else you’d be in deep trouble.
“Why are we still whispering?” You whisper back, roaming fingers through his long, gorgeous hair. He needs to remind you to thank his mother personally for insisting he keep his hair long because it made him look pretty and you could never disagree. Yoongi’s so pretty.
“I-I don’t know.”
You both smile at each other before sharing another kiss. It’s so sweet and if you weren’t already off your feet, you would be floating by now. He’s gentle when letting you drop into the sheets below, he finds space between your legs and you wrap them around his hips. Lips still in contact, never losing the plushy feel.
Everything starts to feel hot. Your hips start to slowly grind against his begging for any sort of friction. But the kissing doesn’t stop.
Not when you start whining against his lips.
Not even when Yoongi starts trailing his fingers down your waist and around your curves. He teases his fingertips against your waistline, soft to the touch.
It’s not until you mewl loudly into his mouth, skillful tongue playing with yours, as you feel him start unbuckling your pants, button-by-button.
Yoongi’s eyes are heavy-lidded, his gaze burning fire. “Gonna take care of you now, is that okay?”
You furiously nod, coming up to kiss him once more, both your lips are raw and sensitive, but it gives you more of a reason to fix it with even more kisses.
He drops one quick kiss onto your mouth before he trails down your jaw. Yoongi breathes in the sweet scent on your skin, wishing he could feel you even closer. “Smell so damn good.”
His voice is raspy against your ear and it makes you blush, while you feel his hand finally touch you where you had been aching with need. “Wanna hear you.”
Breathing lightly, you whisper. “Make me.”
And of course, Yoongi makes you regret how fast you said the words because he delves his fingers forward with little resistance. Two fingers stretch you at the same time, gasping at the sudden sensation.
By now, you were molded to fit Yoongi’s fingers. On days where you were really in need, you would take four, all at once. Yoongi was best at reading every expression, every crease and scrunch to your face, especially emotions. He knew exactly how to curve his fingers, the way to build you up, and bring you back down. Yoongi knew it all and he was so lucky too.
He never anticipated it would have gone this far. It was just sex to begin with. But who were you both kidding, it was always much, much more.
Yoongi curves his fingers in the way he’s used to and watches your mouth drop, sweet noises soon leaving your lips. “Feels good?”
There’s no need to ask because he can tell. Your expression tells him everything he needs to know. That and the fact that you are dripping around his fingers but it’s sexier hearing it from you.
“Yeah… f-feels so good.” With his other hand he tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare on the bottom. Remembering the first few times is a bit embarrassing, but Yoongi always made sure to take his time and make you feel comfortable. It was special and memorable in its own way, and Yoongi felt it too.
This is unlike any first time, but it was technically the first time you could officially make love to each other until you fall lovesick and that had to be impossible around someone like Yoongi.
“Hold your legs open for me, flower.” You try to ignore the warm feeling that buzzes in your chest, but you are sure your face says it all. Without another word, you spread your legs open, tucking both hands behind your thighs.
“Flower?” You breathe out with a bit of a struggle as his two fingers continue to pump deep inside you, brushing repeatedly against your g-spot.
“Do you not like it?” Yoongi smiles slightly, biting his bottom lip while he watches you start to tremble, making the prettiest sounds.
“I do. Why the new name?” Voice a bit unsteady but it does the job. Yoongi thinks of all the times he thought you were as pretty as a flower, which really was all the time. Especially, in the way he has you right now. Pretty, pretty as a flower.
“I’ve always wanted to call you that. You’re pretty, sweet, delicate. Just like a flower.” He justifies his reasoning and you melt into puddles.
“Yoongi.” Voice sweet as honey.
“Yes baby.” He replies with ease.
“Make love to me, Yoongi.”
There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love. How foolish of him to think so. When he met you, it was a complete three-sixty. Suddenly, Yoongi started to look forward to his shit job. He looked forward to that time between breaks where he could admire you from the back like a pinning loser. Yoongi even started to like the walks he had to take to get to work because he knew that the path would eventually lead to you. He started looking forward to tomorrow's and to the bright future that led ahead. His mom would often complain that he was wasting his life away waiting for it to start, but Yoongi thinks life truly started the day he met you.
It was a bit awkward because you couldn’t even look him in the eyes, intimated by the staff and new environment. You had previously worked in different bars so you assumed it would be no different and it wasn’t, but the intimidation of a new job was there nonetheless. Yoongi was there every step of the way. He had a crush on the new employee and you needed help on fitting in. Either way, your friendship was very platonic until it wasn’t.
Yoongi knows he should have said something along the lines “hey, maybe we shouldn't be doing this anymore. I’m in love with you and I have been since you started working here” but the stupid words never made it out. He felt it would be too much to hear and it would only make him look like a complete loser.
And you felt the same. It was silly really, because everyone around you knew it and there was no reason to fear someone as easy going and non-judgemental as Yoongi, nonetheless it brought you both here. After many failed dating attempts, you were finally happy and in the arms of someone who you truly love and want to be loved by.
There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love, now Yoongi believes your precious, sweet love brought him back to life and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Clothes now discarded on the floor, heavy breathing filling the room, and Yoongi could get wasted on the smell of your intoxicating perfume. “Breathe flower.”
Yoongi felt you shiver at the sound of his words, throwing your head back as he thrusts you full of cock. He pushes inside you with gentle movements, struggling to keep himself up while feeling the tug of your warm velvet-like walls.
You gasp feeling him hit your cervix in a calm, slow pace. It was breathtaking regardless of the gentle rhythm. “You’re so deep...”
“I know flower, breathe baby, breathe.” He is struggling to keep from coming inside you, overwhelmed by his own emotions as your eyes roll back, feeling the pressure rise in your belly. Without a condom, everything feels so different from other times, feeling every ridge and crease fold inside your drenching heat. You take him so nicely, like you always have. Like you’ve always belonged to him.
You don’t even notice you stopped breathing until you start feeling lightheaded and desperate for fresh air. Breathing just as much as necessary so you don’t faint, you shake your head against his hold, his eyes watch yours, observing with curiosity.
“No?”
“Mm, n-no.” You shake your head again, whimpering when you feel him kiss your cervix with his swollen tip, over and over and over. “Can– can you…”
“Can I what, pretty flower?” Yoongi rolls his hips a bit faster, feeling his orgasm build too quickly. He wishes he could have days with you like this always. Days to love and worship you from head to toe.
“Choke me.” You manage to say. “Don— don’t wanna breathe.”
Yoongi growls deep, increasing his speed even more, desperate to fill the deepest part of your glistening folds. He feels you tense underneath, the sounds coming from your mouth are loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but Yoongi stopped giving a fuck about everything around him.
He places a hand on your throat and squeezes gently, not blocking off your airways completely, but leaving you just enough air to work with. It drives you insane. The more you breathe, his rough thrusts take the air out from your lungs and the process repeats. It feels so good.
“M-more. Harder.” You barely hear your own words, but Yoongi seems to understand because his dick is moving rapidly inside you, nearly splitting you in two. You wrap both hands around his wrist, loving the heavy weight against your chest. It’ll end too soon and it disappoints you in a way, but you have all the time in the world to make this up. “G-Gonna come.”
Yoongi nods, concentrating on the way your face scrunches with pleasure. With love. The way your eyes tell him a story. God, Yoongi’s madly in love. “Come, my precious flower.”
With those final words, you come on his bare slick cock, blossoming in the blissful afterglow. Yoongi doesn’t stop thrusting inside you, but he takes his hand off your throat, kissing your face gently when he sees tears start leaking down your cheeks.
“It’s okay, you’re okay baby. Breathe for me. Slowly.” Yoongi’s words bring you back down and you throw your arms around him, crying against his shoulder. You don’t even know what invoked this strong emotion to sob your eyes out, but Yoongi allows it, caressing the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t judge, he only holds you until you settle down. “It’s okay baby, let it out. Breathe, pretty flower.”
“C-Come inside muh-me, please.” Even after all that, you still beg for him and Yoongi wants to laugh but for your sake and the fact that it’s endearing to him, he delivers accordingly without further questions.
Right as he’s going to paint your walls white, he pushes himself up with one hand, still holding you with the other. “You sure?”
You’re confused about the sudden question, the tears still decorate your face but then you understand. “Birth control. Just come in me Yoongi, fuck me, fu-fuck.”
Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to regain his brutal pace, fucking you with purpose. Not that he doesn’t want kids in the near future, but he sure as hell doesn’t want any right now. He’s glad you are on the same page but maybe one day the conversation would spark and he wouldn’t want the mother of his kids to be anyone else but you. You were perfect for him.
“Gonna come.” That’s the only warning you get, then he’s emptying himself inside your tight walls. He doesn’t stop rolling his hips, his slit leaking puddles, until he’s pumped himself dry. With one last thrust, he groans and carefully pulls out.
He brings you with him, head falling against his chest as he continues to play with your hair, leaving kisses into your bare shoulders. “You okay baby?”
“Perfect. Feel so good.” You mumble into his skin, feeling around his waist. “I’m leaking your come into the sheets though.”
“I’ll take care of it, pretty flower.” You nod sleepily into his chest with a quiet ‘thank you’, feeling completely sated and satisfied, aching with exhaustion. “Sleep baby, I got you.”
With that, you fall deep into the shackles of sleep. Yoongi rubs your back until you completely fall asleep in his arms. He struggles to unwrap himself from your hold, but when he finally succeeds, he tucks you in and kisses your cheek a few times before getting up to clean up after the mess you both created.
He’s light on his feet, bringing a warm towel to your slick folds and wipes as best he can, being gentle so you could continue to enjoy your sleep. Even like this, you look so beautiful and Yoongi is an extremely lucky man.
Yoongi makes sure to also pick up the lamp he dropped from earlier as well. He blows out a breath of relief when he notices that the damage is nothing big and nothing that can’t be fixed. He’ll make sure to fix that as soon as he can.
While he’s out there, Yoongi places the tulips into a vase and fills it with water, placing it near a window where it could grow and blossom beautifully near the sunlight. He even cuts the tips into slants because he had heard somewhere online they last longer that way, making sure to get rid of any dead leaves and petals. Yoongi couldn’t be happier.
After he’s done with the light cleaning, he washes his hands and feels the exhaustion hit him tenfold. He’s careful when placing himself back in bed, lifting your arm and placing himself underneath you. The man smiles when he feels you curl yourself around him, sleeping soundlessly.
“I love you.” He whispers and even though you don’t say it back Yoongi feels it with the way you melt into his arms. Yoongi falls asleep easily that night.
…
“Baby.” Yoongi hears someone call him and he ignores it. Sleep calls his name louder and he doesn’t feel like waking up right now so he groans and cuddles deeper into the bedsheets below him, unaware of the life around him.
“Baby wake up.” You keep calling sweetly and it’s tempting but he persists.
“No. Don’t wanna.” Yoongi grumbles like an old man and you can’t help but to laugh. “Just ten more minutes.”
When you woke up the next morning, you were so thankful Yoongi had kept his promise. Your apartment was flawless and you were as clean as you could be. The tulips looked prettier today as the sun shined on the delicate petals. You even had time to warm the seaweed soup he brought from home and you couldn’t wait to get a taste. The smell alone is delicious and it warmed your home up nicely, you truly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was no longer a dream but your reality. You could definitely get used to this.
You drop kisses onto his warm cheeks until his eyes flutter open, almost similar to a cat. “There you are.”
Yoongi pulls you into his arms again with quiet noncoherent grumbles and closes his eyes once more. “Give me ten minutes.”
“It’s already been ten.” You whisper lightly laughing.
“Oh. Ten more then.” You get comfortable on his chest and cuddle for a bit longer because you can’t say no to his cute sleepy self.
Yoongi starts to sniff the air with curiosity. “Is that the seaweed soup I brought you?”
“Mhm.” You hum. “Better get up soon before it burns.”
That manages to be convincing enough and Yoongi forces himself up, with you in his embrace.
“Wanna wake up like that forever.” He says, voice filled with sleep.
“You can.”
Yoongi snaps his heavy eyes towards you. “Are you–”
“Move in with me, Yoongi.” Yes, you skipped every step to this, but nothing was ever to code between you and Yoongi. One thing you were so sure of and that was spending the rest of your life with him. “Please.”
“I- yes, of course.” Yoongi wraps his arms around you for a tight hug, kissing your temple. “I love you. I love you and I’ll prove it to you every single day.”
“I know, I love you too. I love you.” Those three words come out from your mouths so easily and it’s nice that you no longer have to ever hold back. The man of your dreams is in the palms of your humble home and he’s in love with you. This was better than any dream.
“Let’s eat?” He says after some time of hugging and kisses being interchanged.
You nod, letting him take you there. Your kitchen is filled with the cruel aroma of food and your tummy rumbles as you sit comfortably while you wait for him to serve you a bowl of the warm tasty soup.
“I should be doing that. I’m a terrible host.” Yoongi shakes his head while smiling, the fluff of hair moving with him, then your phone dings. “Hold on, give me a second.”
Your heart drops when you see it is a Tinder notification from a man you promised to get back to. You look over to find Yoongi serving your bowl, making his way to the table. He leans in puckering slightly and you immediately lean into the sweet sudden kiss while he places your meal in front of you. This Yoongi is new because it wasn’t often you could act domestically towards one another, however this was perfect and just what you needed.
“Everything okay baby?” Yoongi asks while caressing your soft cheek and you immediately nod in his palm.
“Yes, everything’s perfect.” You reply in awe. “Thank you Yoongi, for everything.”
For letting me love you and for loving me back.
The older man just smiles and joins you for the meal.
It turns out you didn’t need Tinder after all.
You quickly delete the app off your phone and start to eat with the love of your life, conversation flows while you enjoy each other’s presence and fall deeper in love.
Alike Yoongi, you couldn’t imagine it happening any other way. You were bound to fall in love, one way or another, but that man was meant to be yours as you were meant to be his.
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hi carina !! havent been in ur inbox for a while, hru :)) i hope ur well >^< !!
i'm mainly here to ask if u have any writing tips/advice bc ur lit one of my fave bsd writers ever i adore all ur works sm and recently i've hated everything im writing ajkrnjekncvej SO IM WONDERING IF U HAVE ANY ADVICE CEJFCNJ (hopefully this isnt strange eabfihri)
you dont hafta answer this is u dont wanna btw !!! have a great day mwah <333
REDDDDDD MY SWEET LOVE BUG i've been doing okay!! work hasn't been as awful as i expected it to be, i rlly got lucky with my boss HAHAH - how are you doing?? you had exams right?? i hope they all went well!! sorry it took me so long to answer this one, but i wanted to actually be able to give u a good response so it had to wait until i had time i fear
IT'S NOT STRANGE, ur so sweet im giving u the softest forehead smooch. i'm sorry to hear you've been feeling that way about your writing though - i get it, trust me i do LOL, i go through days and weeks where i literally am revulsed by every word i put down in a doc. actually, i just went thru it like 2 days ago while writing the first chapter of civilian dazai so it's all fresh in the head LOL
honestly, i think the most important tip i have is really basic but u should never force yourself to write just for the sake of getting something out. like, i've done it before and whenever i do, i'm soooo unhappy with the results that it usually makes me go through a huge writing slump -> this happened with uu6 actually, i was so busy but i was trying to force the chapter out on time that i ended up rewriting it like 3 times because i hated it so much. finally i decided to move on to write some pmzai drabbles to clear my head & then came back to uu6 when i started feeling it again and behold, it came with ease. sometimes when i want to write but none of my wips are doing it for me, i'll literally conjure up a huge list of tropes and just read through it until one pops out to me LOL and then ill work on that
another i think basic piece of advice is reading. whether its fanfics, or novels, or whatever. whenever i have trouble liking what i write, i find something to read. reading is actually how i taught myself to write HAHAH my go tos are fantasy/scifi- tolkein, martin, herbert, rf kuang, i've been meaning to read sanderson but haven't had the time yet. honestly, in general, if i have free time and i'm not writing something, 9/10 i'm reading something.
i think plotting is also really important!! even for like one-shots, sometimes i get so lost in the writing that i lose focus of what the fic was originally supposed to be about and that frustrates me into deleting everything i've written. so something i do is i list out all of the scenes i want to see in a chapter or a one-shot before i start writing it so that i don't lose focus.
dialogue is a huge hurdle for me - sometimes i struggle to figure out whether or not my dialogue is realistic, so LOL sometimes i just sit there and speak it out loud, acting out a conversation with myself to see if it flows properly and then adjust accordingly. sometimes i do it for like descriptions/narration too if i think the narration isn't flowing or is too clunky. reading things out loud is a go-to way for me to figure out what's wrong with my writing.
and then lastly, this is more of a mental thing than anything else, but i've just slowly had to teach myself not to be too hard on myself. like i'll get so mad if something doesn't come out exactly how i envisioned it, and it used to genuinely make me so disappointed that i couldn't bring myself to write for days. so i've just slowly been working myself into a mentality telling myself that it doesn't have to be perfect to be great, yknow. and ten times out ten, you're seeing faults in your writing that no one else will take notice of.
so the whole tldr:
only write what you WANT to write, dont force urself to finish/write something
read when you can, whether its fanfic or novels or whatever u can get ur hands on
plot things out so you don't get lost
read things out loud that aren't making sense
work on not being so hard on yourself
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Umm. . . May I ask about the growth of your characters? (Including Chaos?)
Ah! Sure! Alright- *cracks knuckles* gonna be yapping! :3
My very early idea of my AU, Overcopy, was never supposed to grow the way it did now. I was never planning to expand on it ever again after this one post, that I thought about when making myself a sandwich. I was never even expecting it getting kinda popular. But then I started getting asks about Chaos and the others.
So I started drawing these guys ironically. I was like "Oh yeah, I'll just draw these sillies for the hugs, kisses and everything! And then I'll stop!" Those who were here before this whole AU was created knows that I was mainly a writing blog. I wrote for the UTMV imagines, FICS, and other things. But the more that I drew, the more I enjoyed it. Every drawing made me feel happier! I was never so happy before.
Back then, I was really unorganized. I didn't even have Chaos' backstory created. Every post I made back then, was just what I thought would be good, and did it. That's why Chaos' old backstory is a little messy. It's not throughoutly thought about beforehand. The characters were also a really big mess. I was REALLY unprepared.
Chaos is a character that was remade MANY times before, simply because I couldn't figure it out. I honestly didn't even cared much for his design in my first ever post. Heck, he was created only because I wanted to make Nightmare suffer. I was going off of NOTHING at all when I got asks like: How was he created? I came up with everything on the spot. And I think it shows.. TT
I've started properly rewriting his story/writing a script like 5 months ago. I started out by writing like basic points. Some general idea. This was actually the first time that I've thought about the MTT boys being unfiltered. I honestly did that because I felt like they were being weirdly nice. It just doesn't suit them.. (I also love Horror/gore). I planned to reveal this in the comics actually, keeping it a secret. But my friend, @idkwhaticandonow asked about it in one of my asks. So... I caved in and revealed it to y'all.
I'm gonna be completely honest about Blade...... I didn't have much personality thought about in the past. The only thing that I had about him (and made it into his whole personality), was that he liked Anime, and was a loser with no game. I started fleshing him out when I was writing the psychology of the MTT boys. (Their unfiltered versions I mean.)
I started writing Blade first, because it was just much easier to visualize him as a psychopath.
The hardest one to write, was probably Ted. I made him in my AU into such a sweetheart, that I didn't know how to make his unfiltered version. I don't want to spoil much, since I'll reveal unfiltered Ted very soon.
Writing Ace was honestly a little refreshing. He's such a yapper when he's filtered, so it was nice writing him be deadly silent.
Writing their psychology was actually so much fun! But I won't deny that it was difficult at times. I had a lot of breakdowns where I just couldn't think about it anymore, and instead went to play a game. Other times, it was very easy and went smoothly. But still... It was fun!
Nightmare.... I honestly tried to write Nightmare as canon-like as possible. I don't know why, I just really like canon Nightmare. But, I'm not the og creator of Nightmare sans, so I couldn't really achieve that well. But I tried my best! Making his character was actually.... Very easy. I'd say that Nightmare was actually the easiest one to write! Which is insane thinking about it now. The only difficult part about him, are his complex feelings. Those are usually the times where I ask myself, "how would he even react to that?"
Overcopy is still a project in production, but I'm trying my hardest every day to make the finished product have some value, and actually look good. I'm working on the script almost every day, correcting errors or any nonsensical things. I'm almost done correcting chapter 1 and chapter 2, then, I'll go into choosing a format, which I'll present it in.
You can definitely be excited for it! This is probably my biggest project yet, and I'm actually proud of it by far. ^^
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Asks time, let's go
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Took, my beloved!! Alright y'all, buckle the fuck up, this shit gone be long
1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?
For some fics, yes, I do know how they're going to end when they start, but most times we're just kinda...figuring it out as we go. And sometimes that's the fun part because when just writing, you can sometimes come up with shit better than when you outlined/planned it
3. on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?
I enjoy it. So like...an 8-9? Most of my stories are romance anyways so it's not that hard for me
5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son
Nope. I don't make playlists for my fics
16. where is your favorite place to write?
Well, I write anywhere, but my bed is always a good place. Things just tend to flow there
24. on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?
Depends on the fic. Sometimes I can get pages done, sometimes nothing. But on average, I'd say...1.5-2k? Sometimes more? Like I said, just depends
28. handwritten notes or typed notes?
Typed. My hands cramp after writing for too long. And it's just easier to type if there's a lot of information
30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you know" ~ A.A Milne
My parents say it to me a lot whenever I have imposter syndrome/am doubting myself. It helps a lot
37. when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?
Now, I don't create OC's, but personality, I think would come first for me. I always like characters who have personalities that don't match their appearance (and personalities are more interesting to work with anyways because they're shaped by backstory, motivation, etc.)
39. are you an avid reader?
I am! When I'm not reading fanfiction and I want to get away from the computer, I'll pick up a book. Sometimes if I'm really into one, I can crush one in a day/couple of hours. I've always been a voracious reader
44. any writing advice you want to share?
Just write what you enjoy. You're not writing to please anyone else but yourself (and maybe a few loyal readers). So like...don't write what's trendy or popular, write what makes you happy. It makes the fic much more enjoyable for you and for your readers
58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?
Hmm...I think for my fic The Tiger is Out, I had to google/duckduckgo the name of the poem the fic was inspired by because I couldn't remember it
72. what do you do if a scene gets too serious?
Oh boy, take a break. There are a lot of scenes in the Killer and Healer rewrite that make me cry/make my heart hurt so I have to take a break from writing it/do something else for a little bit to get a breather. I mean, I can push through (which I've done before) but you feel a little empty afterwards. Or I'll go talk with my discord chat and tell them what just happened to get my mind off the scene
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10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?
Ooo, great question. Most times, if a story has gripped me by the throat, I'll keep working on it till it's completed. As for multi-chapters, sometimes I fall outta hyperfixation with them and I don't wanna work on them anymore, but then I also don't wanna leave them unfinished indefinitely (which is fine, of course but not for me) so I finish them (and I tend to feel better after I finish them, sometimes because I'm genuinely happy it's finished or sometimes I've relieved that it's over)
15. OCs or no OCs?
For me, no OCs, just because I don't need them in my stories. But more the merrier for others, y'all have fun creating your little guys
16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?
Most of my fics started out as writing prompts, tbh. My Killer and Healer fics now are mostly my own ideas/aus...unless i'm feeling really uninspired. But I do still use sentence starters or other ideas to kind of spark something, if again, my brain can't figure out what it wants to write
30. What writing software do you use?
I use Microsoft Word and it's the only writing software I will ever use
32. Past or present tense?
Past, for the most part. Sometimes my headcanons will be in present but my fics are mainly in past
38. Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)
I do not, actually. I did NaNoWriMo in like...8th grade but nothing since
44. Does fanart of your fanfic exist?
It does! For my fic Violence Is Never the Answer...Except When It Is, @a-single-log-bridge drew Chen Yuzhi with a katana! You can see the fanart here! (With this I am giving y'all permission to draw my fics, please god, draw my fics, I beg)
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3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
Honestly, have no idea
4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)
Gonna copy my scene from my other ask that I got about this question, hang on
From my fic My One and Only (Killer and Healer mignon/vampire au)
“Jiang Yuelou” he breathed before he quickly knelt before him and cupped his face in his hands. “Jiang Yuelou” he whispered. Jiang Yuelou, however, didn’t answer, causing Chen Yuzhi to whimper before he reached out and carefully pulled him into his arms, hugging him gently but tightly. “I’m sorry. Jiang Yuelou, I’m so sorry. I lied…everything that I said was a lie. I’m sorry. I love you. I really, really love you. So please…please don’t leave me” he begged as he clung to him and buried his face in his neck. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me” he pleaded. Jiang Yuelou, however, didn’t answer again, causing Chen Yuzhi to let out another whimper before he hugged him tighter. “Please” he whispered, just as two strong, but gentle, arms came around him and hugged him back. “I won’t” a weak voice whispered, causing Chen Yuzhi to gasp and lift his head out of Jiang Yuelou’s neck as he looked at him with wide eyes. “Jiang Yuelou” he breathed as Jiang Yuelou slowly lifted his head and smiled at him. “Chen Yuzhi” he replied, causing Chen Yuzhi to let out a sob before he buried his face in his shoulder and hugged him tightly, making him smile weakly as he gave him a tight squeeze in return. “I’m here. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere” he whispered.
I just really like this scene because while Chen Yuzhi does like Jiang Yuelou throughout the fic, he's never like...expressed/reciprocated his feelings to Jiang Yuelou, who has. And now in this moment, when he's afraid Jiang Yuelou is going to die, he confesses that he loves him. And who doesn't love that trope, huh?
7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?
Um...someone's always gonna get whumped, I know that much. Also, descriptions/dialogue...I've always been told I'm good at those...as well as staying in character/characters feel like how they do in canon, no matter the au. So I guess that? Idk (I'm never good about answering questions about my personal writing style because I don't pay attention to that sort of thing)
9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?
Longfic. Always longfic, especially when it comes to Killer and Healer. I mean, look at my fucking word count on ao3. Do I look like a drabble writer to you? (No offense to anyone who does drabbles, just could not be me)
Most times, I am a pantser. I've learned that plotting kind of stifles my creativity. The only time "plotting" has worked for me is figuring out what's going to happen in each chapter of my fic The Demon and the Angel.
And no, I do not. I like writing my long fics and I like figuring stuff out on the go. That's what makes writing fun to me
15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?
They're each hard in their own way, but I guess personally titles. Summaries for me are easy because I just take like a line/passage out of my fic and use that as the summary. Tags can be tricky too because I wanna make sure I tag everything that I think is in my fic but sometimes I can't tag everything (though I do try)
16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)
At some point, I'm going to try a sci-fi fic, which I've never done before, so that'll be interesting. It's inspired by the Netflix Movie Rebel Moon and I think it'll be fun once I get around to it...and my brain stops plaguing me with other au ideas
18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.
My fic Monster Like Me had a completely different version before I decided I liked the current version better....but even getting to that version it took 3 rewrites, one complete deletion of the fic and original outline and a whole new rewrite to get to what it is today. And I have to say I like this version so much better than what it was originally. Did you know this fic took me almost a fucking month to write? That's the longest a oneshot has ever taken me. Ever
20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
Oh...I don't really have a lot of meta, at least not with the fic I'm currently working on. But with my Rebel Moon au, the idea actually came to me on my 7 hour plane ride home from Hawaii. I couldn't sleep at all nor did I play on my computer nor did I watch any movies...I just listened to music the entire time. And for most of the time, I listened to
on repeat. If you wanna read the rest of the story, I actually answered about the au over here
21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)
Well, I write most of my stories like they're a movie/drama, so movie/drama would work, because I see my writing (or any writing for that matter) like it's a movie playing in my head
23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?
A Killer and Healer Howl's Moving Castle au. I've always loved Howl's Moving Castle and I think it would work great as a K&H au, but I just don't know a) which couple to use because it could work both ways and b) when I'm ever going to have time to write it (because I am plagued with other au ideas all the damn time)
25. What part of writing is the most fun?
Oh man, talking about fic ideas with your friends. Just gushing about how scenes would work/play out, who characters would be (if I'm inspiring a fic off of a drama/anime/movie/manga), what certain scenes will entail...stuff like that. That shit is fun. I mean, writing is fun too because you're taking what's in your brain and putting it on paper, but like...just brainstorming with your friends is fun
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Happy Storyteller Saturday! If you would like a question to answer, I've got one that I'm very curious to see how other writers feel about.
When you get stuck on a project, do you find that it's usually the same thing giving you problems? What do you do get your progress jump started again?
First of all, this is a fantastic question! Thanks for the STS!
For me, the hardest parts is knowing how to start. It took me two years to get past the first chapter of WIPVII. It took another year (though admittedly I was putting it off) to start draft 2 and the first few chapters were the hardest. I got stuck again starting draft 3. It took three months to get unstuck. I had already written the whole novel twice and I still got stuck.
For different reasons though. Draft 1 I didn't know where I was going with the story. I'd get 10k in and get stuck. I knew what the main problem was but I hadn't figured out how the characters planned to solve it. I run into this exact same problem with every single WIP I try to start hahahaha.
For the draft 2 I had to do a rewrite of the first chapter but couldn't think what to replace it with. I honestly hate having to rewrite scenes, in general it's the second most common reason I get stuck. I didn't get it right the first time and now I have to not only think of a new idea but a better one??? Rude.
Draft 3 ended up being a rewrite too but in a different way. The scene was the same but I completely changed the writing style. It took me forever to figure out how to phrase the opening sentence.
All of these problems have the same fix for me. Just keep trying until something sticks. Sometimes it takes years though. For draft 3 I had something like eight pages just of potential first lines before I found something I liked. Taking a break didn't help. I wasn't stuck because I was tired or unable to come up with new ideas. I really just had to keep pushing.
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1864 Chapter 1
Summary: Elena is blasted into the past by a spell gone wrong by a mysterious old lady aka a witch. She wasn't in any time period like the '60s or '70s she was sent to 1864 to be exact. Little did they both know this had been fate to land in the past. But will Elena stop Katherine? What will happen when they find out she's from the past? What will Elena do?
Notes: I've been wanting to do this fanfiction ever since I started writing Stelena fanfics. Before I wrote a lot of Star Wars time travel fanfics so you can see why I wanted to! I love them so much! I also haven't found any completed or Stelena-related ones. So I decided to take this into my own hands and write my own. I hope you enjoy it! I thought for the spell of the incantation it should be in Latin or a different language since on Wikipedia it looks to be Latin or another language. I don't know Latin or other languages please don't be mad if the Wikipedia incantation isn't Latin I wasn't sure. Also, I hope the Latin is on point I used google translate. Hopefully, if you can read Latin it's spelled correctly. Anyways, I picked Latin because I thought it was cool! I know the first chapter is short but this is how I visioned it, so hopefully, you all like it and doesn't lack too much detail! I'm also thinking about rewriting and tweaking some details!
Chapters: 1/?
Characters: Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, Giuseppe Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, and Emily Bennett.
Warning(s): Perhaps some angst but mostly fluff, it'll probably have more heavy themes later but nothing to crazy of course!
Rating: General Audiences
Hope you enjoy <3
Bonnie had found this interesting spell. But the weird part was she hasn't seen this one before. She had looked through Emily's Grimoire thousands of times before now. She was completely confused about how she didn't see it before. It was like magic, it magically appeared out of nowhere.
This seemed odd but it also felt different. She couldn't help but be curious and suspicious at the same time. She didn't know what to think about all of this so she decided to call her best friends to talk to about the spell. Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes.
You may be wondering what this spell entails right? The spell incantation states "Translatio in alium locum..." ("The transfer to another place...") But the last part of the incantation was faded.
I'll let you in on a little secret the faded words say or time. Aka "Translatio in alium locum vel temps." (The transfer to another place or time.)
Bonnie sat cross-crossed on her bed as she took one last look at the spell. She softly ran her pointing finger over the words. Pondering to herself trying to figure out what was going on.
She looked over to her at her nightstand and grabbed her phone dialing Elena's number. Her phone started to buzz as she waited for Elena to pick up. After about 10 seconds she picked up and said "Oh, hey Bonnie." Elena said, nonchalantly.
"I need your help, Elena," Bonnie said with a hint of urgency. "Yeah, sure what do you need?" Elena asked. "Do you mind coming over to my house? I found this weird spell." Bonnie said looking down at the Grimoire.
"Of course, I'll help! I'll be there at 5. Okay, don't worry I'm sure it'll be okay." Elena said optimistically. "Do you think you could text Caroline to come to, I have a feeling this is serious," Bonnie said truthfully.
"Yeah sure don't worry Bonnie," Elena said, but now she was worried. She hung up after she said that.
🧸Care🧸
E: can you meet me at Bonnie's house she said it's important.
C: yeah, everything okay?
E: I'm not entirely sure she's okay but it's about a spell She says it's urgent.
C: Okay, I'll see you soon!
A few minutes later at the Bennett house
DING DONG. The doorbell rang and Bonnie went to the front door to invite them in. Elena and Caroline walked through the door together. "Is everything okay?" Caroline asked worriedly. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I mean I'm fine but this spells rubs me the wrong way." The three girls looked at each other worryingly.
They head towards Bonnie's room to find the Grimoire glowing. They all stop at the doorway, with a look of shock. "Why is it glowing?!" Caroline and Elena asked in unison. "Uh, i-I don't know," Bonnie said honestly.
Suddenly the few candles Bonnie had in her room lit up. "What's going?" Elena questioned.
"I don't know! But whatever it is we need to get out of here!" Bonnie said quickly, but before they could move they were pushed by the carpet from under their feet into Bonnie's room. "What the heck!?" They all said in unison. They looked up to a sweet older lady. She smiled at Elena. "
I have to do this Ms. Gilbert. Remember to stop Katherine from turning the Salvatores, Stefan will need you after all you are his true love and his rock. Stop Katherine from turning them, you'll understand in time. Good luck Ms.Gilbert." Before she could do anything the old lady muttered the incantation raising her hand as she held the Grimoire and said "Translatio in alium locum vel temps." "The transfer to another place or time." And with that Elena disappeared to 1864.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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🌈💞💌 for the fic writer asks?
🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
this one applies to both polaroids and the taken fic but like. for the taken one specifically I am so disappointed bc. I only did the chapter for ren and I really wanted to add the grian chapter but I just couldn't bring myself to do it and there's an entire scene where I use my knowledge abt 19th century clockworks and also what I've been told abt menory illnesses and just 19th century knowledge but I cannot bring myself to work on it no matter what. I also remember planning the etho chapter because I had Ideas for that. for polaroids I had like. a sort of corkboard in my mind abt just what to do and I wanna rewrite it and then ALSO This Place Is Not A Place Of Honor and I have like. one chapter written and a few illustrations already when I just. gave up
💞what's the most important part of the story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammer etc), the figurative language
OKAY SO when reading, it is always to me character and/or grammar. I've clicked off so many fics i thought would be interesting bc the characters were just Wrong. I can excuse grammar sometimes and if I can tell a fic will just have shit grammar I might click on it out of morbid curiosity (ahem that one time I liveblogged a fic in class) but I've built up enough resilience against subpar grammar to be. fine with it as a reader
as a writer, what I said above but also the figurative language because there's something about using a metaphor that hits just right for that specific character in that specific moment that feels so satisfying. when writing characters you don't want them to feel Off in a way that would make a reader unsatisfied and its okay to have a few grammar errors in fic (especially common ones, fic is free and beta readers are hard to come by) but just. be careful
💌share something about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited
OKAY so I actually have plans for some star rail fics but they're not fully realized yet and they're going to be infinitely more planned than what I have planned as fics for poor alhaitham but for now I wanna do clara & svarog fics where its just slice of life (and then a fic of when clara is grown up bc I write angst for a reason. robodad and his human child give me so much joy I love them So Much), a luocha and welt fic, a welt and void archives fic (copius amounts of Gay. old men yaoi. I have to finish apho 2 before this one because I still haven't done that) and also a fic with kafka (and maybe elio) in it (the heavens knows I'll be able to finish... one of those. maybe two)
anyways here's some snippets from wips wherein I hurt alhaitham the one on the left like. half-scrapped but only half-scrapped cause I still wanna work on it. it'll just take A While to do so
(I actually really like the writing style I chose for the one on the left cause its like. dottore's thought process and inner mind and. actually I want to show more I love how I wrote the first part so much and technically I can call it done but it would be injustice to the hurt part of hurt/comfort if I just stopped there)
I need to write in this style mor. it works best when the character is acting-to the beat of my vocabulary-Out There and Wild but a "softer" scene has been laid out by past me and I think I can utilize the way I write him to turn him into a threat even if 3rd person limited only limits us to outsider reactions of his character
actually just. about this fic in general is that I plan for it to have 3 really long chapters with the third being the longest (because thats where all the comfort will take place) and the first two are gonna be strictly in third person limited while the third one will also probs be 3pl except I change which character that perspective belongs to but I'm gonna try to limit myself to as few pov shifts as possible
oh god its 130am here. I like to ramble don't I. If I feel it I might ramble in the morning
#viv.txt#the mailbox#ask game#WHERE DID MY TAGS GO ????#anyways I was rambling abt the fic and rmabled abt how its low on my priority list#because the two other fics I am currently working on either just need one more chapter#or they're oneshots of a larger series#seriously where did my tags go
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okay, starting studyblr because I think what would be incredibly motivating for me is listing everything I've DONE in a day, rather than focusing on my shortcomings.
I won't lie-- I am behind in grad school. Still working on ADHD medication, which has made it difficult to pay attention, leading to a cycle of me falling behind in class, spacing out because I don't know what's going on 60% of the time, and then getting behind even further. This is an attempt to change what I can change.
grad school started on the 20th, there is still time to catch up if I lock the fuck in.
I have four classes-- Algorithms, Computer Vision, Programming Languages, and Machine Learning.
I think it was a mistake to take 12 credits for my first semester while unmedicated, but I cannot change that.
Today I worked on revising notes for Algorithms. First chapter is really easy, so that is my lowest priority for revising (but still something I should do). I did Calculus review for this today (as I will continue to do), and during this time, I was reminded about what @bagalois showed me re: functions that are continuous everywhere but differentiable nowhere. Reviewing this further, I learned about the Weierstrass function and fell down the rabbit hole regarding that. Remember how I was talking about ADHD?
Rewrote the portion on formal definition of big O notation (worst case), where for f(n) to be in the set O(g(n)), there must exist positive constants c and N for which O ≤ f(n) ≤ cg(n) for all n ≥ N. This is an asymptotic upper bound, so in the case of something like 7n^3 + 100n^2 - 20n + 6, you can say it's in the set O(n^3) but also O(n^4), O(n^5), O(n^6), etc. Really, it's O(n^c). You can just look at the highest term to figure that one out, but I need to get out of the habit of doing this because it will bite me in the ass later on when writing proofs.
Need to rewrite my stuff on Ω (Omega) and Θ (Theta), o (oh), ω (omega) and do more practice with proofs for Big Oh.
With Machine Vision, this is the hardest. I love the professor for this class a lot, but there's a lot of complicated stuff being thrown at me. She's pretty good at explaining this. I've been working on colab notebooks to get caught up, looking at convolution (which I think I previously carried a different definition for from machine learning?). Need to do the quiz she put out today (due Friday, whyyyyyy), as well as the project still.
Programming Languages is currently a cinch (relatively), even if I bombed the quiz (2 question quiz......). Need to finish homework for this (the professor was sick so I couldn't show him what I had for a box and circle + stack diagram unfortunately, must scan and send to him. He made extended deadlines for these due to some previous errors he had but I can't be complacent
Machine Learning is. Going to be the most difficult to catch up with I won't lie. People seem equally as lost as myself.
It's go timeeeee
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Hi! I have a few tips that may help.
1. Break the rules and write how it makes sense to you.
Everyone writes different, in my experience, and you have to figure out what works for you. I think all of us go in with expectations on how writing *looks*, and those preconceived notions only make it more difficult to write.
For me, I had to learn that I could write out of order. I started writing little one shots, thinking I'd never do more than that because I couldn't get the writing done in order. But that's where my problem was. There is always a scene that lives in my head as I'm considering writing a fic, and a lot of times, I start there. For Three Strikes, which was my first and still is my most kudos Jily fic, I first wrote the *don't kiss me* scene and the campfire scene. Those are like chapters 3 and 8, respectively. They needed some moderate adjustments when I got there in the story, but I was able to get that scene out of my head first.
So whatever rule it is that's stopping you, break it. Write the ending first. Write the climax first. Write only the dialog and go back to add the description. Write the interesting parts, and fill in the details later.
2. Get someone to talk about your writing with.
Nothing gets me more excited to write the next part than talking about it with someone. This is why writers love comments and asks. (.....part of the reason why, anyway). It gets me excited about my story. You're excited to see whats next? I'm excited to SHOW YOU what's next!
This can feel like a big hurdle, but it's not. Join an active discord. Talk to people on their posts on Tumblr. Swnd a message to your favorite author and gush. That person who commented? Respond to them, and ask them if they want to discuss more.
3. If you're losing focus on a particular scene, back up 5 sentences and start from there.
This is a weird one, but sometimes I know where a scene is going and I just can't make it work. I read this as advice once: the sentence you're working on is not the problem. The problem is 5 sentences back.
It hurts to do sometimes. Erasing 5 sentences that you worked hard to earn feels like defeat. I star by just hitting enter a handful of times to keep going. I almost always end up deleting it anyway, but it gives me the security to try again and not lose anything
If 5 sentences isn't working, rewrite the entire chapter from memory. That feels daunting, and I rarely use it, but often your second try is better than your first.
4. Read fanfic you want to write.
Controversial opinion, probably. I know people who won't read what they're writing to not confuse the characters/narrative, and that's fine. That's not how it works for me. Reading good fic makes me want to write good fic. So read! Let it inspire you.
5. Give yourself a break.
If it's not working, it's not working. Just take a break for a day or a week or a year, and return when it feels better. You don't owe anyone anything, and this should be fun. If it's not, don't make Fandom work.
What made you start writing? Do you have any tips for someone with writing a multi chapter? I’m thinking of writing a Jily multi chapter but I always focus after 3 chapters. I have the plot and scenes but it’s like writers block just has me in a hold that it’s hard to overcome
Hi anon!
Sorry to hear you’re experiencing a bit of a writer’s block rut. We all get them so I feel you!
I first started writing as a means of expressing my own creativity and telling a narrative. I don’t know what it was about jily in particular that drew me in, but I very much enjoyed reading fics that centred around them and I’ve never really lost that obsession. Writing became a coping mechanism for dealing with life I suppose.
For me personally with multichapters I feel like I always start strong but either struggle to find either the end or the middle. It’s sometimes hard to get the mental image to page.
But I’ve made a list of things that have helped me when it comes to completing a multi-chapter:
Bullet point out the plot/scenes you want to include in a seperate doc. You don’t always necessarily have to write in chronological order if you’re finding something particularly difficult.
Talk about the fic with friends or even better have a dedicated beta or sensitivity reader. They can provide a lot of insight and helpful tips to help you build your narrative
Writing sprints! Don’t worry about editing just get words to page. You can always come back and edit later
Read, read, read
And probably most importantly practice and repeat. You get better overtime, or maybe multiple chapters just aren’t for you. There’s nothing wrong with a long one shot instead
I know for some people making playlists or mood boards help! I prefer mood boards to playlists for my own writing personally.
Oh! And it’s okay to go away and work on something else if you’re stuck on a current WIP and come back to it later.
Hope this helps! Any other writers have some tips for anon?
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TEEN WOLF REWRITE
CHAPTER EIGHT: LUNATIC (Part 2)
Stiles Stilinski x Reader Liz Bloom (eventually)
Word Count: 3490
Warnings: Cursing, mention of dead bodies, fighting
Posted on: 3/9/22
After about twenty minutes of me just sitting in Coach's chair, staring at nothing as my brain tried to comprehend what Scott and I... technically just did, just when my brain was about to call it a day for me, I finally decided on the wise and educated conclusion—to pretend it never happened. Did I think it was the best course of action moving forward? Absolutely. Was it really? Not even remotely.
When I finally walked out onto the lacrosse field I was first greeted with the cool fresh air blowing onto my face, cooling the fiery blush on my cheeks. The second thing I was greeted with was someone yelling Danny's name in panic and concern.
I couldn't really see him from the distance I was standing at, and even less when all the other players crowded around him. Lydia grabbed my arm from behind me, surprising me, but she didn't wait for me to bitch to her about it as she ran to where everyone was, dragging me with her.
When we reached the spot near the goal where Danny was laying, there we saw him laying on his back with a bloody nose, looking concussed as the team paramedic hovered over him, helping him as best he could.
"Is he okay?" Lydia asked Jackson.
"It looks like he just has a bloody nose..." Jackson was saying but I didn't hear the rest of their conversation as I detached myself from Lydia's grip, walking over towards where Scott and Stiles were standing.
"Hey! What the hell happened?" I asked Stiles, standing next to him whilst Scott wandered away, not meeting my eyes.
"Scott kinda hit him a little too hard trying to shoot—" Stiles was saying before stopping suddenly, making me take my eyes away from Danny and stare at him in confusion. He was already staring at me, his eyes squinted with an unreadable expression on his face.
"What?" I asked him and he reached out his hand to touch my upper lip with his thumb. He swallowed, his expression hard when he said in an unusually deep voice,
"Your lipstick."
"My lipstick?" I asked again and he shook his head at me, his lips in a tight line, wordlessly walking away from me. I pulled my compact out from my purse and when I saw my reflection on the mirror, I saw that my lipstick had been smudged. I fixed it up while Lydia and I walked away, back towards our usual spot in the bleachers.
Somehow— and I didn't know how— somehow Stiles had figured it out. That something between Scott and I... happened. The "how" had always eluded me when it came to Stiles, but I doubt it really mattered.
Scott was getting chewed out by Coach when my eyes found Stiles standing a few feet away with some of the other players, glaring at Scott angrily. He must've felt me staring at him because he turned his angry look at Scott towards me, but it was only for a second before refusing to look at me again the entire practice.
He definitely knew.
"Stiles..." I called out to him, sitting beside him in his car while he drove me home. He ignored me, keeping his eyes on the road and staying silent. We hadn't talked since the field and his quietness was getting to me. I mean, he's Stiles! He's never quiet. He always has something to say...
"Stiles..." I sang, poking his cheek to pull out a smile. It did, but it was only for a second before he quickly killed it off, grabbing my hand and holding it down on his knee so I wouldn't do it again. Jokes on him, I have another one. And this time, I'm not gonna be so merciful.
"Haha—No, wait—STOP THAT!" Stiles yelled as I laughed, squirming under my touch as I tickled him on his side and in his neck. He had let go of my hand that he'd kept hostage by his knee and when he did, it gave me the power to use both, going full-force on my attack. The Jeep swerved a little because of his movements but thankfully we were all alone on the road. And I immediately stopped when it did. Stiles huffed, giving me a dirty side-eye, but other than that, he still didn't say a word to me. Not even to scold me.
"Come on, Stiles. Please talk to me." I begged but he only pressed his lips tighter in a firmer line. It made me frown and want to cry, which was why I kept silent during the remainder of the car ride until we finally reached my house.
Stiles killed the engine but refused to look at me or tell me to get out. He just let me stay inside his jeep and stare at him. It went on for two minutes until I finally decided to say something again.
"Scott kissed me." I said, testing the waters. I received no response so I tried again.
"I didn't kiss him back."
Finally, he looked at me. And the way he did, it was like he was purposefully staring into my soul.
"You... didn't?" Stiles asked me slowly and I smiled, shaking my head "no". After a minute of deep contemplation, he smiled back. A hesitant one, but it was better than nothing. Satisfied with that, I sighed in relief.
"Pick me up later?" I asked him, referring to our plans to help Scott during the full moon later. He nodded and I gave him one last smile before getting out of his Jeep and into my house. And once I got inside, I took a well-deserved nap.
"Scott?" Melissa called out to us, thinking it was Scott that had entered her house when in fact, it was actually me and Stiles. She quickly learned this when she rounded the corner and saw us standing by her door.
"Hi." I greeted and she smiled a wary smile.
"Hello, Liz. Stiles." She said, nodding towards Stiles before her eyes fell down to the key in his hand. "Key?"
"Yeah, it's the one I had made, so..." Stiles trailed off.
"That doesn't surprise me." Melissa said, looking at the both of us. "It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me."
"What's that?" Melissa asked, gesturing towards the bag Stiles had me hold while he opened the door.
"Uh, school project..." I said, though I myself didn't know the contents of the bag.
"Mmm. Guys, he's okay, right?" Melissa asked, referring to Scott, and Stiles and I looked at each other, not exactly sure what to say.
"Who, Scott? Yeah, totally..." Stiles said, unconvincingly.
"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore. Not like he used to." Melissa said sadly.
"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week..." Stiles said and I decided add,
"Yeah. And he's a hormonal teenage boy who's met a girl in the midst of his sexual awakening. Not exactly a conversation topic you have with your mom." I said and Melissa's eyes widened, quickly saying,
"Yeah. Yeah, no, I get it. Yeah. Um, okay. Uh, be careful tonight, you two."
"You, too." Stiles replied back, no longer invested in the conversation as Melissa was about to leave for work.
"Full moon." Melissa said randomly and my eyes widened as Stiles exclaimed a loud,
"What?"
Melissa was alarmed by our reaction but thankfully, she didn't comment on it.
"There's a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets— brings out all the nutjobs." Melissa explained, making me sigh with relief.
"Oh." Stiles and I let out simultaneously.
"Yeah." Melissa said.
"Right..." I said awkwardly, puckering my lips just to have something to do.
"You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic'." Melissa said to us, just before leaving and shutting the door behind her. Stiles and I looked at each other once she was gone and I smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Stiles smiled back before gesturing towards the stairs, telling me to go first. I did and he followed closely behind.
Were things between the two of us still awkward and strained? Yes. Did we acknowledge that it was awkward and strained? Absolutely not.
Stiles opened Scott's door and entered first, myself not far behind. He opened the lights and I gasped, jumping away in fear when I saw Scott staring back at me from his seat in his recliner. Stiles did the same.
"Oh, my God! Dude, you scared the hell out of me! Your mom said you weren't home yet." Stiles exclaimed but Scott remained seated, completely unaffected by our reactions as he continued to look at us with the same, murderous look in his face.
"I came in through the window." Scott said blankly.
"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." Stiles said, taking his bag from me and dumping it on the floor, rifling at the contents inside. I peeked at it over his shoulder as Scott said,
"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."
"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out." Stiles said nervously and I agreed, looking at Scott and assessing whether or not I can out run him in case he decided he wanted to kill me. I mean, if I pushed Stiles to him, I have a pretty good chance...
"I'm fine. You should go now." Scott said. Stiles and I looked at each other, formulating a plan between the two of us with just a look because there was no way in hell we were just gonna leave.
"All right. We'll leave. Come on, Stiles." I said, standing up from my kneeling position and urging Stiles pretendingly to do the same.
"Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I brought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?" Stiles said and I watched Scott warily as he stood up, walking over and kneeling besides Stiles. He lifted the chains inside with one hand and I took a careful step back. He ignored me, only looking at Stiles.
"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott said menacingly to Stiles.
"Actually, no..." Stiles replied before quickly grabbing his hand and hand-cuffing to his radiator. I quickly grabbed Stiles jacket after he was done, dragging him back as far as I could from Scott. He slid on the floor like a mop before I finally decided to let him go. He shot me a quick glare before standing up.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Scott yelled at us, clearly upset as he remained sitting down with his hand cuffed on the lower part of the radiator.
"Protecting you from yourself... and giving you some payback... for kissing Liz." Stiles said in between breaths and I turned my head to look at him, but he didn't look back as he left me in the room with Scott. I sat down, cross-legged on Scott's bedroom floor while he glared at me with his eyes, giving me a sadistic smirk at the same time. I didn't falter, not taking my eyes away from him as I sat a few steps away from him near his door.
Neither of us spoke as we both simply stared at each other until Stiles came back a few minutes later.
"I brought you some water." Stiles said to Scott. I stood up and rolled my eyes as I watched Stiles pour the water from the water bottle he brought— and into a dog bowl. Once the bottle was empty, he crumpled it up and threw it somewhere in the room, placing the bowl in front of him. I had already walked out of the room and once he'd walked away, only then did I see Scott's name painted on the bowl. At least now I know what Stiles did while I took my nap...
"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott said, throwing the bowl on Stiles' back. I watched his smug smirk turn into a furious frown before he turned around to face Scott, giving him a piece of his mind.
"You kissed her, Scott! Okay? You kissed Elizabeth. That's, like, the one girl that I've ev—" He said before cutting himself off, looking over his shoulder at me briefly before continuing.
"And, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, "It's probably just the full moon, you know? He doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been— a son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend"
"She kissed me." Scott said quietly.
"What?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing as I gave Scott an incredulous look that he ignored.
"...What?" Stiles asked as well, his voice sounding broken as he only kept his eyes on Scott.
"I didn't kiss her." Scott said, a sadistic smile forming in his face . "She kissed me."
"Stiles... He's lying." I said to him as he walked by me, exiting the room and leaning against the wall outside Scott's room, by his doorway. With tears in his eyes, he refused to look at me, or so much as acknowledge my presence as he slid against the wall, only listening to Scott.
"She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted." Scott said menacingly and I kneeled in front of Stiles to tell him, begging him,
"It's not true, Stiles. Listen to me. Tell me you know he's lying..."
"ANYTHING!" Scott yelled and that's when I finally snapped.
"SHUT UP" I yelled back and after a moment of silence, Scott chuckled before it quickly turned into a full-on laugh. I stood up and slammed the door shut as he continued. I sunk back on the floor, leaning against the wall across Stiles as I placed my head in my hands, listening to Scott laugh and Stiles sniffle as he cried. Stiles won't talk to me, Scott's gone insane, and I'm as helpless as ever. This went on for God knows how long until finally, Stiles said quietly,
"I know."
"What?" I asked, confused as I raised my head from my arms to look at him. He only stared at the floor, not looking at me.
"I know he's lying... " Stiles said to me, still refusing to look me in the eye.
"Oh... " Was all I said before I asked, "Then... Why are you mad at me?"
"I'm not—" Stiles said quickly, loudly, before cutting himself off and whispering, "I'm not mad at you."
Angered by that, angry tears started forming in my eyes as I spat the word, "Bullshit," from my mouth.
He looked up at me, at the tears running on my cheeks as I stared back at him and watched him with a frown on my face. His face looked like he was contemplating on doing something while his heart broke into a million pieces as he watched me cry in front of him.
"Guys, please let me out." Scott said, making me break my staring contest with Stiles as I quickly wiped the tears on my face, feeling like I'd been caught doing something I wasn't supposed to.
"It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon... it's Allison breaking up with me... I know... that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless." Scott said and I sniffled, my heart breaking for Scott as Stiles leaned forward to place a comforting hand on my knee. We both shared a look of understanding.
"Just, please— let me out." Scott begged and I squeezed my eyes shut, fresh tears falling down onto the wooden floor.
"We can't." Stiles said, his voice sounding strained and tortured, which only made me cry even harder.
"No, no, no!" Scott yelled, groaning in pain. I wiped my tears again, standing up slightly to crawl over to Stiles and sit between his legs. I did it with no warning but he knew what to do. He opened his arms for me to snuggle into and encircled his arms protectively around my body, his hand holding my head to his chest as we listened to Scott scream.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
He screamed in pain, pulling his cuffed hand as Stiles and I listened to it clang before finally, so suddenly, it stopped. I slowly lifted my head from Stiles chest. He and I looked at each other, then at the door. Stiles' arms fell from around me and we both slowly stood up as I called for him.
"Scott?"
"Scott, are you okay?" Stiles asked as well and just as I was about to open the door that will reveal to me the answer, Stiles stopped me by grabbing my hand and gently pulling me back. I gave him a reassuring smile and he let go of my hand before I finally opened the door.
"Scott?" I called out again, only to see he was no longer in the room. What was left was the handcuffs — now broken — and a few droplets of blood.
"Oh no... "I said as Stiles tugged on my hand, forcing me to run with him to his Jeep. Immediately, the first thing I did was turn on the police comm, checking if there had been any suspicious incidents possibly caused by Werewolf activities. But there was nothing—Beacon Hills was quiet.
We drove around aimlessly until we came across a bunch of police cars and ambulances on the same spot we were just hanging out in last night. That night when we drank Stiles' dad's Jack. Stiles parked his car and got out before immediately started looking for his dad.
"Dad!" He yelled, grabbing a guy's shoulder and forcing to turn around to see if he was his dad. He wasn't. I watched from a few feet away as he twisted and turned, weaving his way around people that I could barely keep up, until he came across a man— or a woman— in a gurney, covered in a sheet. I saw his dad around the same time he saw Stiles. He walked over him and called his name,
"Stiles!" Mr. Stilinski yelled, causing Stiles to turn around and look. Once Stiles saw his dad, safe and unharmed, he walked over and hugged him, his whole body immediately unwinding from the tight stress it was put in. Mr. Stilinski looked at me questioningly over Stiles' shoulder but I only shrugged, giving him a hesitant smile as I didn't know what to say. I must've looked so coy.
Thankfully, a phone call saved me from having to explain Stiles' behavior. It was from an unknown number. I answered it anyway.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Scott's at his house. He's fine and he's got everything under control. For now."
"Derek?" I asked, confused as to how he got my number.
"Yeah. It's me." Derek replied but before I could even say anything else, he'd already hung up. Stiles and I checked up on Scott in his house. He apologized for being such a dick, now that he was no longer under the influence of the full moon, and of course, Stiles and I ended up forgiving him. He's our best friend. Things between the three of us were still a bit... strained, but if we were gonna beat whatever the supernatural world threw at us, we were gonna need each other to do it together. We needed to have each other's backs.
We weren't children, anymore. We couldn't be petty and hold grudges about something that happened in the past when people's lives were at stake and people could die. Like they have been for a while now, around us. We made it our responsibility to save everyone— or at least, try, and the three of us were gonna see it through. Maybe even after Scott gives up his powers.
The very next day, the three of us acted and pretended like yesterday never happened. We didn't speak of it. No one mentioned it. We all silently agreed it was a thing from the past whilst sweeping it under a rug, with the intention meant to forever be forgotten. Because while we weren't children anymore, we also weren't adults.
We were teenagers. And that's what we do.
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children of tragedy (rewrite)
note: heyo, rewriting an old fic of mine. i hope to be able to rewrite all 5 chapters quickly. if you guys don’t like it, i won’t continue because its kinda dark and idk i feel like no ones gonna like it anyways. please leave feedback though, im on my knees begging for validation. also sorry if its ooc, please forgive me.
++ sorry the beginning reveals how rusty my writing is </3
(*** i wrote this as as a fem reader fic because it worked easier with how i wrote things.)
+ please remember that this is purely a way to get out my own feelings/struggles in a healthy way. also i’m sure this works better as a ship fic, but someone asked for this version so yeah :).
** mistakes are mine im too tired and lazy to proofread right now.
warnings: talk of alcohol abuse, slight mention of domestic abuse.
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ch.2 | ch.3
[love, fragility, and the memories that eat us alive.]
meeting wanda changed everything for you. she wasn't like anyone you’d ever known. she was always kind, never quick to lose her temper or scream and yell at you for things you couldn't possibly control. she was warm, tender with everything she did.
your relationship with her was very new to you. it was much different in comparison to your past experiences — and you weren't quite sure what to think of it. there was no doubt that you appreciated her and everything she did for you, but you were still waiting for her to snap. it was almost like a need burning throughout your body. being able to grasp the idea that someone could ever really, truly be gentle with you was out of the question. in turn, you’d push all of her buttons, hoping that she would get mad enough and get it over with.
no one could really fault you for it. the steady stream of abuse was the nearly the entirety of your life, both physical and mental.
lately wanda was having to pick you up from wherever she could find you, most of the time in the alleyways of of bars you’d been kicked from.
once you were drunk enough (anyone really) you weren’t afraid to say the first thing that came to your mind, offensive or not – which meant it was no surprise when you’d been involved in fights. the alcohol numbed a majority of the pain anyway, so didn’t really make much of a difference to you.
with this happening so many times, you figured wanda would be angry with you – perhaps so angry she would find it within her to hit you. but each and every time wanda brought you home, she made sure you were comfortable before tending to your inuries.
what you didn't know was that being so worried for you all the time, every second of everyday, was beginning to take a toll on her. wanda only wanted to fix you, but you were making it more than difficult for her to do that.
she knew very little about your past, simply because you didn't like talking about it and she didn't want to push. but there was no denying the fact that wanda was curious.
sometimes she would ask questions, only between the soft moments the both of you shared. much to her dismay, most of her curiosities were turned down. on the rare occasions you shared brighter memories of your childhood, wanda would bookmark them in the back of her head.
no harm would ever come from her, but you didn’t know that. at least not right now.
too many times had your exes used the trust you’d so politely given against you. to be fair with wanda though, you shared only the brightest parts of your childhood. they were very seldom, but the ones you could remember were the ones you enjoyed talking about the most.
despite her limited knowledge, it wasn’t hard for her to tell that you’d already been hurt plenty of times before. apart from the fact that wanda was overall truly a good person, it made her even more gentle with you than she’d ever been with anyone before.
on top of that, wanda wasn’t stupid. she picked up on every little flinch you tried to hide, or the times you had to ask her if it was okay if you could do something on your own free will, and she definitely didn’t forget about the countless times you berated yourself over small, humanly mistakes. a frown never failed to decorate her face when these things happened.
wanda tried her hardest to make it known how much she loved you, and how she would never intentionally hurt you. she never once lifted a hand on you or raised her voice in the slightest, even when she felt like she’d met a breaking point.
the last few weeks seemed to be putting more stress on her than usual. the gashes on your body seemed to be cutting deeper and the bruises on your jaw and rib cage were beginning to turn a darker shade of indigo as each fight became more aggressive. your knuckles had been swollen, irritated to the point your hands trembled when your palms were held open.
you completely missed how drastically wanda’s mood had changed. she became quiet, seemingly lost in thought most of the time until she needed to take care of you. she grew tired, a purple tint claiming a spot below the lip of her eyes. fifteen pounds of weight had shredded from her body and her head grew dizzy every time she stood up. none of that mattered to wanda though, you were her number one priority.
alcohol was the biggest issue in the way. if wanda could get you to stop drinking for just one night she might be able to reason with you.
the brunette knew that was out of the question though, because she knew no matter how many times she told or expressed her love for you, you wouldn’t stop until you wanted to, not when she wanted you to.
you never allowed yourself to be vulnerable around her, so she never knew how you truly felt about the things going wrong in your life. there was an unbearable amount of pain when it came to confronting what you tried so hard to push away. the idea of allowing yourself to heal, to mourn the things taken away from you caused a lump in the back of your throat. living in denial was the easiest way to cope - that was as long as you could bear the damage it created.
(and whether wanda knew it or not, knowing that you were causing her so much misery was the worst feeling you’d ever faced. all she had ever given you was love and in return she was met with destruction.)
so once again you found yourself walking alone, a slight stagger between steps. it was cold, each breath exhaled from your lips could be seen vaporizing into the air. every movement ripped what balance you thought you’d gained right out from underneath you. the feeling of numbness in your fingertips brought your attention away from the fact that you didn’t know where you were.
the buildings all looked familiar, but everything was hazy. being drunk wasn’t always the fun everyone bragged about. too tired to carry on, you found yourself slumped in the back of an alleyway next to a dirty garbage bin. it reeked of sour, expired food, but you’d given up on caring about anything else other than trying to drink yourself numb.
your mind began to wander. flashes of early mornings with wanda’s hands wrapped around your waist, breath tickling the back of your neck while the sun began to rise started filling your thoughts. the warm feeling wanda gave you outweighed every bad emotion you could possibly think of.
but as you stared at the ground beneath your feet things began to spiral. your throat contracted, the guilt you tried so hard to swallow began clawing its way out of your body.
(and holy fuck you could not deal with this right now.)
you curled your head between your legs in an attempt to shield yourself away from something that was born from the inside.
it was too much.
without a chance to stop what was happening, your stomach began heaving. a mix of bile and alcohol drooled from your mouth as you continued to vomit.
you missed the sound of footsteps coming from behind you. the feeling of a hand on your shoulder caused you to jerk back, slamming your back into the brick wall.
“hey, hey, it’s me. you’re okay. it’s just me, wanda.” she cooed.
through teary eyes, you looked up at the woman in front of you.
she’s your girlfriend.
(but you weren’t sure that you deserved to call her that after everything you’ve put her through.)
“what are you doing here?” your voice wavered as you wiped your mouth free of excess vomit. you sniffled backing away from her.
she tilted her head, desperate to read what your eyes would give away. “i’m here to bring you back home. can you stand up for me?” you shook your head. you were too exhausted and dizzy from the alcohol to even think about standing.
“that’s okay,” she whispered. “here, i’m going to pick you up, okay? wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my hips.”
“mkay.” your speech was still slurred, but at that point all wanda cared about was getting you home safe.
you didn’t remember the ride home or wanda carrying you out of the car to lay you on the couch. by the time she got the supplies she needed to wrap and tend to your wounds, you were completely passed out.
when you woke up you were greeted with a glass of water and an over the counter pain medication. you swallowed the pills and moved to set the glass on the coffee table, but wanda beat you to it and took it out of your hands. she smiled down at you, taking a seat next to you. she tucked your hair behind your ears, giving your face one last gentle stroke.
thats when you noticed her eyes were red.
you immediately sat up, crossing your legs and moved closer to her. you’d hoped to comfort her somehow, but the shake of her head broke sonething inside you.
you bit your lip, anxiety shooting throughout your body. she sensed your nervousness and took your hands in hers, rubbing circles on the outside of your wrist with her thumbs.
“i love you, you know that. at least i hope you do,” she let out a soft laugh. “but i can’t keep doing this.”
your heart dropped, and you could feel the all too familiar feeling of guilt building its way back up. you tried to speak, but wanda cut you off.
“i need you to hear this.”
when you didn’t respond she took the opportunity to continue saying what she needed to get out.
“i have exhausted myself to a breaking point. i can’t keep worrying about you every single night you’re gone. i can’t be there every time you need saving. i’m losing myself.”
she paused to check and see how you were handling her words. for once you weren’t shutting down. you were genuinely trying to process what she was trying to say.
(and she was so proud of you for that. she almost considered giving you another chance. but she knew for the better, she couldn’t do that. not to you, not to her.)
“i’ve packed your things. you can leave tomorrow morning if you wish, i don’t mind having you for another meal or two.”
she squeezed your hands and got up from the couch, allowing you to take in what she said. it was in that moment when you realized that even when she’d finally drawn the line, had enough, she didn’t yell at you. she wasn’t angry, she was just sad.
you were chasing after something that wasn’t there, and it never would be there.
and now you were able to register just how much you’d fucked up the one good thing in your life.
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House, M.D. Fanfic (7/?)
Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my kind of rewrite and/or additions to certain episodes! As always, I don't own House. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have gotten the respect she deserved contact wise for a season 8.
As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter picks back up with the show storyline in the beginning of season 3. I did use a bit of dialogue from the episode, but I definitely added and rewrote some stuff too. I also left out all the medical dialogue House spouted off at Cuddy's bedroom window because I'm not a medical professional and had no idea how to spell it or write it, lol.
Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie on Tumblr for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!
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"Did you really ask out Dr. Cameron?" Cuddy asked when he stepped into her office.
"Would you have a problem if I did?"
She just looked at him incredulously. Was he serious? "Why would you think I would be okay with that?!"
"Why wouldn't you be?" he shrugged.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're already sleeping with me!" she hissed, careful to keep her voice down. The last thing she wanted was for anyone at the hospital to hear that they actually were sleeping together. She knew they were always fodder for the rumor mill, but she wasn't about to confirm it for them.
"Threesomes are sexy. And a lot of fun. You'd like it," he smirked, heading for the door since he figured that was all this conversation was about.
"House!"
"Relax. I asked her out to make a point. I'm not interested in sleeping with anyone else," he said opening the door.
"What if she'd said yes?"
He shrugged. "I wouldn't have gone. You are a slave driver in the bedroom. You think I have time or energy for another one?" He grinned smugly before leaving.
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"I can help him."
"That's it? That's your argument?"
"Seems like a good one." Why was helping someone suddenly not a good enough reason for Cuddy? Or Wilson? Or anyone else?
"If I thought for a second that you wanted to help him, you'd have carte blanche. You're doing this because it's...fun."
"Does nobody in this hospital have anything better to talk about than my motives? My motives have nothing to do with the case."
"Your motives have everything to do with your judgement."
"For the first time in years, I've got no opiods in my body, now you question my judgement? Is this still about asking Cameron out? Because I told you, that was to prove a point. Right now, jealousy has everything to do with your judgement."
"I'm not jealous of Cameron! House, 24 times a year you come storming into my office spouting that you can help someone, only you never say those words. You say something like, 'His pancreas is going to explode because his brain is on fire.' You come here with medicine, not with platitudes."
"I didn't want to bore you with the details."
"There are no details. You have a hunch. House, you don't use hunches. You always have reasons. This hospital doesn't exist for your whims. I'm sorry. As of 7AM tomorrow morning, I'm sending your patient home."
"I can help him!" he insisted.
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't think you can. Because I don't think anything new is wrong with him. This is just you trying to make a puzzle out of something that isn't there."
He felt like he'd just been sucker punched in the gut. She didn't trust him on the medicine. She had never doubted him before. Sure, she'd said no plenty of times to procedures that were... questionable... she had argued with him when she didn't always agree with him. She'd never outright doubted him. That stung. And he couldn't help but wonder if the lack of pain in his leg, the lack of Vicodin in his system had caused him to see something that wasn't there.
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"So yeah, his brain is on fire." He stood outside her bedroom window like a teenage boy hoping to sneak in.
She shook her head as she got him a towel, handing out to him once he climbed inside. "Next time use the front door."
"The guy will have sex with his wife again. He'll hug his kid again." He took the towel and began to wipe his face and neck.
"House, you have no proof. No scar tissue on the scans. This is some wild theory that came to you while sweating and running into the university pool."
"Fountain. And it all fits. Just inject him with cortisol. There is no risk if I'm wrong." He studied her reaction and knew she wasn't biting. "You're smiling. That's a bad sign."
She nodded. "You're high."
"I told you, I haven't had anything in three months. You've been with me most of that time. You know I haven't taken anything."
"This is as high as you get. A theory that ties your case up in a neat little bow, but you don't have a lick of substantiating proof."
"Your decision doesn't make any sense," he said, clearly frustrated. "There is no risk to a cortisol injection. If I'm wrong, big deal. He goes home a vegetable, like he already is. But if I'm right..."
"This is not about downsides or risk management. It is a big deal for you to understand the word no." She sighed softly. "I'm sorry, House."
He breathed deeply and released it slowly, moving to sit on her bed and toss his towel beside him. She frustrated him to no end, but she was right. He wouldn't admit it to her right then, but as his boss, she was right to tell him no. He really had nothing to go on. No medical reason other than it fit. He couldn't do this, couldn't be the great doctor he had been without the leg pain.
She moved to sit next to him, placing a hand lightly on his back. "Do you want to talk?" she offered.
"No."
"Do you want to stay?"
He thought about it for a moment. He didn't have his bike, and he didn't really feel like running home. "Yeah, it's late."
"You don't say," she offered a small smile, picking up the towel and dropping it into his lap. "Go shower and dry off. You're getting my bed wet. And you smell like a locker room." She gave him a gentle shove to his feet then.
He took his time on the shower, both cooling off and working through everything on his head. Did he really need the pain to be great at his job? Was he really so far off base that she didn't trust his ability anymore?
She was half asleep when he came out of her bathroom with a towel around his waist. "You've got some clothes in the top drawer," she murmured. "I washed the ones you left here, " she added, seemingly answering his question before he could even ask it.
He simply nodded and pulled them on, leaving his wet towel on the floor.
"If you want to get in this bed, the towel goes back in the bathroom." She didn't even have to open her eyes to see the towel on the floor.
He just looked at her for a moment before picking it up and tossing it toward the bathroom.
"In the hamper, House," she murmured.
Once again he just stared at her a moment. How the hell did she know without even opening her eyes? "The force is strong with you," he murmured, going to put the towel in the hamper so she would let him in bed.
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a/n: guess who finally got a laptop mofos? when I say that this fic has given me grief.....I am in no way exaggerating,,,, but, the past is behind us! let’s just enjoy it now 😅 pls...I seriously hope y’all like this. technically it’s still Friday for some people ;) and I promise that the story will get better as we go along.
Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of alcohol consumption, a creeper dude, emotional abuse, insinuations of past sexual abuse, insinuations of self harm, language.
Word count: 3.7k
Trigger Warning: if you are easily triggered by this type of stuff, pls don't read it. I have some fluff on my account, you should enjoy that instead! Here's a link to my other works → BTS ML
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Daisies in the Dark Masterlist
All stories have a beginning and all stories have an end.
But, how does one know where to start a story? And maybe, sometimes we don't want to know the end; since unfortunately, not all stories have a good finish. Perhaps we'd like to leave it unfinished and rewrite it in our minds, because all humans want a happy ending.
You're still reading so I guess you'd like to see for yourself how this story goes.
Have you ever heard the story of how the sun fell in love with the moon?
No?
Well, you're about to...
And I can't promise you that it's going to go the way you'd like.
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3 yrs before the incident
One more chance. I'll give her one more chance, you thought as you grit your teeth, watching your once best friend in the lunch line chatting it up with the annoying girl from history class.
Your breath caught in your throat when your former bff Lena made eye contact with you from across the cafeteria after filling her lunch tray. A small smile went to find it's way onto your face when Lena's eye contact lingered, but it was gone in a matter of seconds when she just twitched an eyebrow and sauntered off to sit at a table across the room; the conversation between Lena and her new bestie continuing as if nothing had happened.
So it was true, she'd left you for someone else. Like you were worth nothing more to that girl than a tissue; use it once and throw it away. Not a very good comparison at the time, but that's all you could think of as you watched them sit down; you were worth no more than a small used tissue.
Figures...
Your hands started to twitch awkwardly not knowing what to do with themselves now and you stared at the lasagna on your lunch tray; if you could even call it that–all it was was a lump of overcooked noodles drenched in sauce the color of a burnt tomato with who knows what posing as the ground beef, covered in a crispy layer of cheese.
You definitely weren't hungry, but staring at the sad excuse for lunch in front of you and contemplating life as nothing more than a wisp of a tissue floating through the air, not knowing where it might end up–was better than watching Lena start a new chapter without you.
It didn't make sense, you were best friends...weren't you? Guess it didn't matter now, since a friendship takes two people to make it work, and seeing as one was currently occupied elsewhere, you would have to make do with what you had, which was...a depressed piece of lasagna staring at you from it's home on the untouched tray. You poked at it with your fork and looked at it-thinking. Then you whispered to the disheartening meal,
"Oh well...at least you're not gonna leave me for that annoying- what was her name? I don't even know, but who cares, right?"
Then you suddenly realized what you were doing and looked up quickly in embarrassment, afraid someone had seen you. But the regular drone of kids talking, shouting and laughing was the same as always. Of course no one had noticed, because you were invisible.
And you were talking to a piece of lasagna.
Highschool was great....
You were a senior this year, at seventeen. At least this was the last year of hell, then you could do whatever you wanted. You had a lot of things you wanted to do and places to travel to, maybe you couldn't do them all but you'd be damned if you didn't at least try.
But one thing was for sure, you couldn't just sit there and stare at that fake lasagna pretending like Lena wasn't betraying you right across the room. So you got up and brought your uneaten food to the window where kids leave their empty lunch trays and put your tray down, but kept the small carton of chocolate milk. Then headed out of the cafeteria to spend the rest of your lunchbreak in the library. You fiddled with the unopened milk carton and mumbled to yourself while you walked,
"It's fine, I don't need her anyway."
Just numb the pain.
That wasn't the first or the last time.
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2 yrs before the incident
"Uhhh, ya know what little missy? I think if you give me twenty-five percent off everything, maybe we could come to a compromise?"
This man......was going to die in a minute if he kept going on like this.
You tried your hardest not to just scream at this pervert to leave and say you wouldn't do a damn thing for him. You just settled for licking your dry lips while he started to smirk at you. He brought his hand up to rest against the counter, then started to slowly tap his fingers. You made eye contact with him and said sternly, "I'm sorry sir, but I can't do that."
"What if I give you my phone number? And we'll make it fifteen percent..." He tried again, not once breaking eye contact with you.
"Excuse me sir-"
"Yes, doll?"
"Do you have a coupon?"
"No, I don't bu-"
"Then no, we can't move the price down at all, would you like to pay the full price or leave sir?" You stared him dead in the eyes, this creep, you thought angrily, how dare he call me that? I hope he just leaves, I don't care if he doesn't buy anything. The man leaned over the cash register, "hmm, this isn't very good customer service. Maybe I won't come back." Please don't, you thought, but instead of saying that you settled for, "it's not about customer service, this is store policy, I'm sorry sir but I can't do anything."
"Ya know what? I like it when you call me sir- you say that a lot to me....what's a pretty little lady like you doing working in a rundown grocery store, hm? What about college? You're what, eighteen? If you'd like, I can give you my number and you won't have to worry about this job, I'll take care of you." He smirked and arched an eyebrow at you from the other side of the counter.
It was probably a good thing there was a big cash register between the two of you, since you weren't sure what would've happened if you had free range. By now your brain was just blurry and you saw nothing but blackness because of the fury settling inside. What a disgusting man. You didn't care if you got fired, you were gonna teach him a lesson or two about trying to get young girls to do stuff for him in exchange for money. You leaned forward which made him lean back in surprise, then you said loud enough for the other people in line to hear,
"If you do not pay the full price right here right now, then leave. If you think I'm looking for a sugar daddy then you are sadly mistaken. You have enough money to pay for a girl's life in exchange for your own personal services, so you have enough to pay the full thirty five dollars. There are people waiting behind you so make up your mind now, sir." You said the last word mockingly and raised an eyebrow at him in defiance. The man's eyes grew in shock, then he glared at you but he didn't say a word as he threw forty bucks in your direction, grabbed his bags and stomped out of the store.
You took a deep breath and smiled at the next customer who cautiously came forward with their items.
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The second you stepped through the door after working a twelve hour shift you slumped against the wall and yanked your sneakers off; dropping them to the floor carelessly. The apartment was dark so you assumed your mom wasn't home- probably out drinking away her troubles again. Walking into the kitchen, you sighed at the sink full of dirty dishes, and the counters that were no better. The smell wasn't too bad, probably because your nose was used to it by now. You walked to a cupboard and rummaged around until you found a sleeve of saltine crackers. After that you grabbed the softened butter and a knife and walked to your room; stepping over and around the miscellaneous junk spread throughout the apartment.
After about an hour of sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone and munching on what your dinner was that night, you heard the door open and what you could only assume was your mother stumble inside. Your mother's heels clacked against the hard floor by the door, then a heavier pair of footsteps could be heard with them. You sighed deeply, but stayed as quiet as you could. Not again, you thought miserably. Just, please just go do whatever you're gonna do and leave me alone, you prayed silently squeezing your eyes shut.
There was a lot of stumbling and cursing and your chest was tight with anxiety, scared that at any moment they would drunkenly come into your room by accident. Eventually, your mother's bedroom door slammed shut and you let out the breath you had been holding. Thank you God, thank you, you clasped your hands and shook them, then carefully and as quietly as you could, you set the remaining crackers and butter on your nightstand. Then you shifted in bed to lie on your left side and tried to make sure the bed didn't creak at your movements– cringing a little when it squeaked a bit. It was gonna be alright, he–whoever he was, didn't know you were in the house.
You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the lingering feeling on your skin, even though it had been over a year since the last time. You stuffed your hands over your ears, willing yourself to sleep despite whatever was going on on the other side of the wall.
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Morning came all too soon, and with it a massive pounding headache from the lack of sleep. You groaned when the sun hit your eyes and made the darkness an annoying shade of orangey red from behind your eyelids, your brain in a fog from the tiny bit of sleep you were able to get even though it was plagued by nightmares. Then you suddenly snapped awake and shot up in bed, grabbing your chest and feeling all around yourself frantically, breathing a sigh of relief when you felt your shirt still on your body. You were okay, it was just another nightmare. You tried to steady your breathing while taking deep breaths in and blowing them out slowly. Then you looked towards the door and cupped a hand by your ear; listening intently. After a minute or two of silence that didn't really prove anything, you sighed and swung your legs out of bed- planting your feet on the floor despite laundry being scattered everywhere. Sneaking towards the door you put an ear to it then slowly turned the knob. Normally you wouldn't even be risking going out of the safety of your room but you really had to pee, you would just have to be quick.
You scurried quietly to the bathroom and when you were finished you were on your way back when your mom's door swung open. You flinched and wrung your hands keeping your eyes downcast, too afraid to look up. But then you sighed in relief when it was only your mother that pushed past you to go to the bathroom. You decided to risk it and peeked into your mom's bedroom. A weight lifted off your chest at the sight of the empty bed–he must have left earlier.
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"Aren't you supposed to be working or something? Why're you just sitting around reading?" Your mother scoffed at you from the doorway, after slamming your bedroom door open to confront you.
You set your book down–not ready for another fight, "they gave me today off, I'm back on the schedule tomorrow." Your mother just glared at you and crossed her arms, "oh, so you think we can afford to have you lying around, taking days off? Lazy ass." With that she turned and slammed the door shut, leaving you to sit there and scold your heart to stop hurting, because it just wasn't worth it.
You don't need her Y/n...
Just numb the pain.
So that's what you did.
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1 1/2 yrs before the incident
You walked into the apartment after three classes in a row; each one being about two hours long. You dropped your backpack by the door with a thud then changed your mind and picked it up again, not wanting another fight when someone tripped over it in their drunken state. You decided just putting it in your room would be best.
Canned vegetables with canned chicken really wasn't too bad if one could figure out the right stuff to put in it. After years of this, you had discovered your favorite seasonings and you were mixing yourself up a nice concoction for lunch before going to work, humming and talking to yourself as you did so–when there was loud pounding on the front door.
You weren't very alarmed, knowing exactly who it was, and so you opened the door and stepped aside as your mother staggered in, thankfully alone. Turning to look at you, your mother's eyes were a bit glassy as she spoke, "is there any food around here or do I have to do all the work for that too?" She wasn't drunk, but she wasn't too far away from it. You didn't say anything and just walked to the kitchen, took your lunch and handed it to your mother.
"I just made this for you, thought you'd be home soon."
Your mom just snatched it away and walked to her room calling over her shoulder, "almost nineteen years old and all you can do is make a half-assed meal for the woman that gave up everything for your lazy ass."
You just grabbed your bag and put your shoes on, trying to ignore the insistent hunger pangs in your stomach, then walked out the door for work.
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"Y/n? May I speak with you please?" It was the next day and you were just leaving the history classroom when your professor called you over. Your grades were far from satisfactory, but you really did try. You walked over to Professor Kim's (who also happened to teach your Korean class as well) desk and tried not to hang your head, since you knew what was coming. She was a nice lady, but could also be strict at times.
"Y/n, I'm going to get straight to the point. I heard that you wanted to travel to South Korea. We both know you're struggling a bit in the academic department, but I know you're a good girl, and you speak Korean pretty well."
You looked up, utterly confused, this wasn't about you almost failing history class? Professor Kim just smiled and continued, "there is a scholarship program to go and stay in Seoul for a year, learning Korean and going to the university there. I thought you might be interested in it."
You were so shocked you couldn't speak for a full minute, just stuttering out nonsense until Professor Kim laughed and put her hand on your shoulder. Then she handed you a packet, telling you to fill it out and give it back to her as soon as possible.
This couldn't be happening. Good things didn't happen to you. Could this actually be your escape?
You thanked Professor Kim over and over then scurried out of the room before anything else could be said and possibly destroy this amazing opportunity. As you left there was a new lift to your step.
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Two weeks had passed and no word from the scholarship people. You turned nineteen in those two weeks, but that didn't mean much to you. All you could think about was the scholarship. Things at home didn't change, they never did. Until one day when you were heading home from work, completely exhausted, and you saw the mailman at the front door knocking. You ran up the steps but your mother opened the door right when you got there. You said hello to the man and took the mail from him, being our to thank him. When you turned to go inside, your mother snatched all the mail from you and stalked off. You followed her cautiously, "uh, may I see that? I think I might have gotten something." Your mother turned and glared at you then spat, "and what could you have gotten in the mail? You don't even have friends, and the bills are in my name." You tried not to roll your eyes, even though the bills were in your mother's name, she wasn't the one paying them.
Scanning through the envelopes, your mother stopped when she saw one with the name Y/n Y/l/n on the front. She turned and looked at you accusingly, "what is this?" Before you had time to even process what you were doing you snatched the envelope out of her hands and dashed around her, running to your room. You shut the door and locked it, hearing the woman outside screaming horrible accusations and threats at you but not caring a single bit. The envelope was white–super white actually, almost looking unnatural. Your fingers shook as you gently tore it open, running a finger carefully along the top so you could pull the letter out. The paper inside was just as bright, and the bold black lettering stood out.
Your breathing hitched, was this actually happening? A second scan over the letter and a quick yet painful pinch to the arm confirmed that, yes, this was actually happening. Your hands trembled as you slowly pulled your phone out of your pocket and carefully typed in the number printed on the paper. The sounds of your mother screaming outside the door and hitting it, the cars outside, your own heart pounding in your ears- it all faded away to a dull thudding when you heared the ringing through the phone, once, twice, you held your breath, three rings in, four......click
"Hello? This is Jill Dunning, how can I help you?"
"H-hello? I- I was told to call you."
"Are you Y/n Y/l/n, by any chance?"
You cleared your throat nervously, then took a deep breath before answering.
"Yes, I am."
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1 month later
The flight there was extremely long and tiring so by the time you were getting off; you could’ve cried tears of joy, having felt like the plane ride really was going to last forever and you’d never step on solid ground again. But there you were; standing in the middle of the Seoul airport, completely and utterly free.
Not to mention, completely and utterly lost.
You looked around but couldn’t see anything other than a lot of people rushing around; businessmen and women, families with little children that stared at you with wide eyes, college students; and yet not a single soul that looked like they might help you find who you were looking for. You shifted your heavy backpack and decided to walk a bit, maybe you could find where the luggage came through and you could at least collect the rest of your bags. After you walked for another minute you saw a sign with a suitcase on it, hanging from the ceiling with an arrow pointing down. You hurried over to where it was pointing and saw a giant metal thing with suitcases going around on it, people looking at tags and grabbing them before hurrying off again.
You walked over briskly and just in time too, because your two suitcases had just come around the bend in the giant machine. You double checked the tags and after confirming they were yours, you heaved them off the machine and caught your breath after setting them next to you. Then you had to figure out where you were and where your roommate, who was to be picking you up, was. You went to the name of your roommate in your contacts and pressed it before you held your phone to your ear. After one ring, the sweet voice of your roommate answered in Korean.
“Hello? Y/n?”
“Hey Eui, I just got here and I’m so lost. I just got my bags.”
“I’m so sorry Y/n! I’ll be there in less than five minutes. Traffic was awful, but I’m walking into the airport now. Just stay by the baggage area, ok?”
”Ok, thanks Eui.”
You had talked to her on the phone many times over the past four weeks and you really liked her, you couldn’t wait to meet in person. You hung up and looked around, watching everyone else go about their days; rushing to catch flights, leisurely browsing the shops in the airport, then you heard an excited squeal and turned to see a girl running and jumping into the arms of a boy who you assumed was her boyfriend. You just smiled and kept looking around- trying not to think about how badly you wished that was you.
“Y/n?”
You turned at the sound of Eui’s voice and smiled widely when she approached you with open arms. Eui wrapped her arms around you and then pulled away, still smiling, “welcome to Seoul, are you ready to start over?” That had to be the best sentence you ever heard in your life. You smiled back at her and grabbed one of your suitcases while Eui grabbed the other one.
“Definitely.”
And you were; a new place, a new school, a friendly face, and no people from your past. It was time to start over and let things go, because life just got a whole lot easier.
You had no idea that whether you liked it or not, your past would continue to haunt you, no matter how many miles away you ran.
“Let’s go.”
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Collection of my stories: Explained
Here is the post that nobody cares about but I'll share it because I just want the world to know.
1. Demon Academy.
I've posted some things about it already, it's a comic I started in 2014 originally in hungarian. I'm not quite happy with the way I started it, but I've built an interesting world, and I adore the characters, it's one of my best work that I'm very proud of. I drew 260 pages in total (book 1 and book 2) and I intend to pick up the story again sometime soon, when I get over exam season.
2. Runner
A medieval-themed fantasy story that I eventually want to make into a cartoon series. It's a bit cliché, but the characters are fun, and it has a lot of potential for epic music. I basically came up with the entire plot while listening to fantasy music mixes. Fun times. I've only got some character drawigs, and I just recently managed to finally have eneryone's finalized version. I also have a side story/shared universe thing planned for it.
3. Xyber-no
A post-apocalyptic cyberpunk futuristic action horror cartoon series idea. I've got the characters done already, and plans for like 2 seasons worth of content, I'm just lazy to edit the 1st ep's script. It's not even 20 minutes long. Honestly I'm just anxious to touch it. Got most of my ideas while listening to Neffex songs.
4. Racer
I watched Initial-D, and way back I had a roleplay about a car racer dude, and these two motivated me to write this story. It's not really a novel, it resembles more to a script but it's not actually a script. It was mainly dialogue practice, to make the characters feel more fun. I just finished the rewrite like a week ago, I think it turned out pretty great. Planning on adding a part 2 or a season 2 or something like that, but again, too lazy to actually touch it. It's fun to re-read though.
5. Singer
I'm currently working on this story, because when I'm bored, I write. And when is the best time to be bored? Exam season. Hell yeah. Anyway, it's about a suicidal dude falling in love with a singer (also dude, I love my gay kids okay) and then they figure out their shit. Good story to fit in as much angst as possible, with a few lovely fluff parts.
6. ZR series
Most of my followers came from the ZR community, so y'all know what this one is. But in case not, it's a comic series portraying my reactions to various moments that happen in Zombies, Run!, a really fun and creative workout app. The comic is on hold right now because I've already got too much shit to do til christmas. (Such as the Fellow Five drawing I promised. It's not forgotten, I just don't have time!! XD)
7. Demon and Vampire
Basically an over the top gay fluff love story with a little angst. It's pretty cool, sometimes it's boring, it's full of clichés and stuff, but I read it like 6 times and usually I hate my own writing, but there are parts that I just genuinely love in it. Fun stuff.
8. Psychoville
I've written the first 10 pages in like 30 different versions, because I'm unable to nail it. The main character is the daughter of Satan, who's name is ironically Angel, and she lives in a small town called Psychoville in the desert in Nevada, next to Searchlight, Nevada. As the name implies, she lives with 9 (or 8, I forgot) psychopaths, killers, mass murderers, insane mentally ill people who love each other to bits (and sometimes cut each other to bits) until she gets the task to investigate something for her father away from her home. Got a lot of inspiration from Welcome to Night Vale, and that lawless town in Kansas, I think? The yes theory made a video on it on yt, it's pretty dope.
9. Hollywood Undead Hungarian Fanfiction
It's just what it is. A fanfic of the boiz going on tour, getting in trouble, drinking and so on. No romance (bc that's gross and I couldn't find any fanfic that was not in some shape or form a ship fanfic). Da Kurlzz was still in the band when I wrote it. I was like 12. I just wanted to have fun. The chapters are 2 pages long in total. But the hungarian fans liked it, was trending a bunch of times on wattpad and it has a lot of reads. Despite being horribly shitty, I'm proud of it, and it has a lot of really fun parts and jokes.
10. Wrong Number
I almost forgot about this gem, but this was my first finished english story. It's almost entirely written in sms text format, it's progressig a bit too quickly, but at the time I was having a lot of fun with it, and that's all that matters. It has some really funny lines I came up with, I like re-reading it just for that. But also, it was a fun way to get around having to write long paragraphs lol. I just wanted to have fun with it. Heavily inspired by the Call me Beep me klance fanfic.
11. Milky Boiz
Context: my friend and I, at 2am, were thinking about what our ship name would be, but I kept typing "mmmmmilky" in the chat, that turned into milky boiz, and she said, that if we were guys, that would be our ship name. This gave us an idea for a webcomic, which we didn't actually progress with yet, but we do have an insta page where we already posted some of our boiz, you can find it under the name of @ink.stars , go pay a visit, it's my art and my friend's, and she is a wonderful artist and a lovely person and I love her to bits.
12. Night Vale Steampunk AU
It's pretty much dead, but while I was really actively part of the Night Vale fandom, I started a Steampunk AU. It was fun, it got like 4 chapters or something and big plans, but the characters were not in character, and it lost the Night Vale vibe, so I just let it go.
13. Cop Comic
Also a dead project of mine, but I still like it. It was inspired by a moment on one of our high school class trips. The characters were based on me and my friends, but the resemblence stops at hair color, that's all. Mabye not even that. Anyway it's what it is: cops dealing with crime and their personal problems. I wish I had known Brooklyn Nine Nine back then, would have been a great help.
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So, there you have it, all my favourite finished and unfinished works/ideas, just so you know if in the future I reference one (planning to post more Runner, DA and Xyber-no content along with the ZR comic)
#character#zombies run#original story#original comic#comic#story#novel#plans#original#my story#collection#demon academy#demon#explain#explained
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Hey fencer! I just wanted to stop by and thank you so much for all the work you did in creating MWLDTM. It's beyond amazing and has effectively pulled me back into loving stories that were so formative for me growing up. I dove through the entire piece in just a few days but completely cut myself off on the last chapter; I couldn't let it end!! Of course I was only able to hold for a week before finishing up and subsequently re-reading. I’m curious if you had any favorite moments while writing?♥
*flushes* THANKS A BUNCH!! ♥♥♥♥
It was so much fun to write but such a nail-biting experience diving headfirst like that into such an old and massive fandom as Harry Potter, let along doing it for a juggernaut pairing that had a pantheon of classic fics and hoping people didn’t just decide they’d rather go back to a guaranteed good read than take a chance on a 500k monster from a no-name they’d probably never heard of XD; (or maybe that’s projection.....)
I had lots of favorite moments 8D But whether or not they’re interesting is up for debate lol. Originally I wanted to make the story much more of a departure from canon, but given that I’d already signed up to submit it for a fest (the Big Bang), I didn’t have the time to really flesh everything out (as far as thinking up entirely new Horcruxes and a different take on the hunt), so I went more the route of just showing in what subtle and less-than-subtle ways having Draco along might affect the hunt, had it played out otherwise exactly the same.
One of my “””””Favorite””””” moments was realizing, 3/4 of the way through the fic, that I had completely misunderstood the lore of the Elder Wand this ENTIRE TIME. What plays out in the fic as my ‘twist’ on the EW lore is...really just me trying to retroactively make my misguided understanding work XD; WHOOPS. Since I’d already written quite a bit about it and had several scenes that relied on the lore I’d created, I decided just to make mine the canon for the fic rather than rewrite thousands of words and try to figure out how key scenes were going to work instead.
Finishing writing my notes was a fun moment too--it meant I could finally start the actual writing/drafting. But it was VERY intimidating, as at that time I had 100k words of just skeleton notes...so I knew at that point I was going to have a hell of a lot of writing ahead of me.
As for favorite moments in the fic to write, the epilogue was very, very fun because it was kind of the first chance I had to just go hog wild and write whatever I wanted XD Everything else except Harry and Draco’s first ‘meeting’ was more or less my take on stuff that had happened in canon, so that could get...a little boring? To write and to read. Because there’s not a lot that was changed overall. Some people liked that, some people didn’t--I received a few comments that the first 100k or so were a little slow because so much of it was 1) stuff that was already in canon and 2) before Draco gets to really join the party. I sympathize with that hard lol, because it was not the most fun to write either. Given no deadline, I probably would have changed that, even though I do like how it worked out too.
The epilogue, though, was my first chance to really write something of my own. I won’t say I’ll never attempt a rewrite again--because that’s a lie, I’m sorry XD I’ve got a Book 6 rewrite bubbling away on the back-burner right now, oops--but I’m very much looking forward to releasing into the wild the first fic that’s completely my own, for better or worse :3 I’m making good time on it, and there’s much less pressure since it’s not “for” anything (though that’ll also make it more difficult to get eyes on it; alas, I crave that feedback), and since I’m not expecting it to be another 500k behemoth, it’ll be out a lot sooner XD I’m aiming for late spring, if all goes well.
ANYWAY very long-winded and rambling but thank you again for this comment and inviting me to gush!!
(and I would be remiss if I did not take the opportunity to once again pimp the fic in question: Men Who Love Dragons Too Much, my take on the Book 7 we should have had and also Draco is a dragon Animagus :3)
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