#I usually give up on projects like this and never finish them I can't believe I've made it this far

[loregoddess]

TWO YEARS

TWO YEARS, ALMOST THREE, AND ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX PAGES AND A LITTLE OVER 90k WORDS

and I've finally, finally finished the detailed outline for my fancomic

[rie-092]

congrats on 2k!!! may i request song 21 with yeodan from inso law?

ENTRY'S EVENT OO4 : CAN'T FEEL MY FACE

[ yandere! ban yeodan ]

note : the event ヾ⁠(⁠*⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’⁠*⁠)⁠/

you and yeodan are two sides of a same coin.

sure, you two shares the same habits and characteristics. but you are a delinquent while yeodan is the top student.

but honestly? this doesn't bother him at all.

he doesn't know the reason behind it. but, the first time he saw you, he was mesmerized.

he doesn't know why his friends and the people around him asked him if he hit his head when he accidentally called you ‘beautiful’ when you passed by.

as a yandere, yeodan was chill.

he likes watching you from afar. he likes to see you free and running around the school.

you rarely attend the class, but it was fine. since yeodan always give you a notebook that contains the lessons and put it on your locker. he also make sure that it will be easy to understand.

but when you saw that unfamiliar notebook in your locker, you were worried <3

i mean, you never gave anyone a spare key on your locker. but little did you know, the top student of your school was really good in lock picking.

when he sees you in the class with that notebook? damn, the usual stoic face of yeodan will disappear because he will be smiling all day (which is unusual but the girls likes it so much)

the first time you and yeodan interacted face to face was when he got assigned as your partner in a certain project.

yeodan was happy (even though his face remained the same) and you were confused.

why? because you felt everyone's eyes on you when you and yeodan interacted about the project.

you even started to pity yeodan when you got countless letters saying that you should stay away from their angel, prince, king, etc. wow, what a chaotic life yeodan has.

little did you know, yeodan who usually looks inside your locker (to get rid of the things that might ‘harm’ you) just let you see those letters. he wants you to pity him, after all.

yeodan will always ask you to go with him on the coffeeshop near the school after class so that the two of you can talk about the ‘project’ even though he already finished it a day after the teacher gave it.

don't blame him, he just wants to spend time with you.

expect that once the two of you become close, yeodan will become reallyyyyy clingy.

he will start dragging you to class so he can spend more time with you.

this guy is surprisingly shameless since he didn't hide the fact that there are times that he took countless pictures of you.

and what happened to those pictures? he will put it on his ( name ) collection. along with the pens and other gifts that he got from you.

he is surprisingly good at manipulating people. this guy managed to isolate you from the boys in your class by simply telling them how much you hate boys. and you usually beat up the boys who talk to you. of course, everyone immediately believed him since he was ban yeodan, the top student of their school— so why would they doubt him anyway?

and yeodan knew that this wasn't good at all.

using his influence at school to isolate you, invading your privacy, clinging to you, being obssessed with you.

he knew that he was slowly destroying himself.

but you see, yeodan doesn't care at all. because if he will be able to win your affection by destroying himself, so be it.

so be ready, because he won't stop until you were his. and it was unfair how he was already yours (but of course, you are not aware of that) when he first saw you.

and yeodan is not a fan of unrequited love at all.

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“ i know that she'll be the death of me, yeoryeong. but i'm already in the point of no return.”

[joooooniecore]

Confessed by the wrong person

scoupsxfem!reader, best friends to lovers, happy ending

PLOT: a reunion changes everything between you and your best friend Seungcheol. A revengeful confession. Will you both be able to find each other back? Or drift apart?

WARNINGS: smut, explicit language, bodily fluids mentioned, tiny bullying? smut has been marked(skip if uncomfortable)

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CTRL+A and backspace. These two are the only things you have known for the past two months. Being an author is fun they said. You would call yourself kind of a newbie author who rose into fame through her debut book. You are a romance book writer but recently you are trying to do something a little different for your fifth book. A mystery thriller encapsuled in a romance book. Its different and hence you are unable to think of any possible plots. A tenuous job. Your agent was kind enough to give you six months' time to finish this book. Your other books were doing great so you could sit back and relax a bit while working on this book.

The doorbell was what brought you out of your endless turmoil. You groaned a bit while getting up from the office chair that have by now moulded itself to the shape of your body. Your hips cracking a bit as you walked up to the door to see who it was. Opening the door widely, you are welcomed by a very happy Choi Seungcheol.

Seungcheol has been your best friend for ages. You both went to the same high school and later attended the same university. It was always you both. From the awkward teenage phase to the pressure of university projects. You both never left each other's sides and everyone around you knew that. You were a duo. A duo many loved but also many hated. The hate list mostly included Seungcheol's dates. All of them miraculously hated you even if you rarely met him. You weren't exactly the type of person who would try to be in her male friend's arms pretending to be platonic. You maintained distance and never sabotaged his dates.

Even if you were in love with him.

"I bought food, now move.", Seungcheol said as he pushed past you and kept the food on the dining table before taking his usual spot on the couch.

"Why are you here?", you asked clearly confused.

"Why? Can't I meet my best friend?", Seungcheol feigned a pout.

You rolled your eyes before replying, "No idiot. I strongly believe that one should work on weekdays."

Seungcheol shrugged his shoulders before replying, "I am the boss so..."

Seungcheol took over his dad's company once he completed his studies. It was his lifelong dream to become a business man. His dad is a very lenient man and actually never pressured Seungcheol into inheriting his company but Seungcheol wanted to do that. So now, with his dad retired, he is the current CEO of the company. You were actually proud of him for achieving something like that at such a young age.

You checked the packets he had bought and it was mostly snacks. You picked out two packets of chips and sat beside him before handing him one.

"How is your book coming along?", Seungcheol asked between bites.

"It's umm well not going great.", you answered with not much confidence in your voice.

"Why? What's wrong?", Seungcheol asked.

"I am unable to create the plot.", you truthfully confessed. You have been struggling to arrange the plot for over a month now and it was killing you from inside. Normally you struggle with writing lines but it has never happened to you that you have not a single plot idea in mind.

"You will be fine. Don't worry.", Seungcheol said as he patted your back.

"Are you going to the reunion?", Seungcheol asked.

The reunion. That is something you have been dreading for quite some time. You love your classmates, there is no lie in that. But you hated that one girl who had once been your entire life. Your ex best friend. The girl you shared everything with. The girl who was there on your highs and lows and the girl who was the only one who knew how you harbored a tiny crush for your male best friend. Haewon.

You and Haewon became close very quickly and were each other's solace. You both went to classes together and even shared weekends at each other's dorm rooms. Seungcheol being in the different department actually gave you less time to meet him so most of your time was taken over by Haewon. Then she started expanding her friend circle. She would talk to the more popular girls of the department and hang out with them more often. The meet ups increased and slowly she abandoned you. She became mean, closed off and somewhat invincible.

You tried to talk with her many times, reminding her about the friendship you both shared but nothing bothered her. She was proud of being one of the famous girls in the class and you were simply a dark spot in her ever so flashy life. You gave up. After that one fight which has been the nastiest fight you have ever encountered, you walked out of her life and planned on never looking back.

"I am not sure Cheol.", you said clearly not willing to face Haewon and her new friends. You knew they will be there, showing off the successes they have had after university.

"Come on. I have no one else to go with.", Seungcheol nagged.

"Don't lie. Jeonghan is going, I know.", your grumbled.

"Yes, but we both know that he is going to flirt all night.", Seungcheol reasoned.

You chuckled a bit after remembering how good Jeonghan is at flirting with literally anyone he finds attractive. You thought for a bit, and seeing how Seungcheol really has no one to go with, you agreed. He jumped on you, hugging you tight as if you saved him from some sort of apocalypse.

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The next few days went by in a blur. You were added to the reunion group and you were fearing to even look at the members of the group. The reunion was actually going to be a weekend long trip to a nearby beach city. A simple weekend with old friends sounded so fun if you omitted that one group of people. You decided to not think about it.

It was one morning when you woke up earlier than you do and went out for a walk in the park. You normally exercised at home or in the gym that was attached to your apartment complex but you felt like you need some fresh air. As you walked through the beautiful scenery of the park, you could see many people who have come for morning walks, jogs or even to take their dog out. There were elderly people exercising in the middle of the green ground and you kind of found it peaceful.

After rounding the entire park two times, you decided to sit on a bench and rest. A little while later, you felt someone sit beside you but you were so engrossed in thinking about the plot that you barely noticed.

"Want a drink?", came the deep voice from beside you.

You whipped your head to see Seungcheol smiling at you. His forehead was glistening with sweat from exercising or running laps and he was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt for god's sake. His biceps proudly on display and his abs and rigid chest slightly visible through the sweat dripping shirt that was stuck to his body like a glove.

You gulped a bit, trying to maintain your composure and nodded your head. He took out an energy drink from his backpack and handed it over to you not before opening the can by himself.

"There you go.", he said with a tender smile.

These were the kind of things that Seungcheol did which made your heart flutter. He would pay for your dinners, send food to your house, buy you expensive gifts and even run to you whenever you need him. He was a gentleman through and through. You have never seen him miss a chance to open the car door for you. You normally looked at these things through a platonic eye but at certain moments they urged you to ask him "What are we?"

You took the drink and chugged it down in one go, coughing a bit when the strong acid hit the back of your throat.

"Easy there love.", Seungcheol said as he patted your back to help you control your reactions. The warmth of his hand on your back did nothing but send shivers down your spine. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to control yourself.

"You run here?", you asked after you have controlled your hiccups.

"Yes. I always come here for running. Great place.", Seungcheol explained as he himself took a sip of the drink he was holding.

"Why have I never known about this?", you asked.

"Well maybe because rich people go to apartment attached gyms.", he joked, elbowing you.

"Yah! You are rich too!", you pouted.

"I live in a house, not apartment.", he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and hit him in the chest which did nothing to him. Instead, it made your imagination go wild when your hands laid flat on his chest even if it were for a fraction of second. The hardness of his muscles imprinted on your palm as you flinched a bit and laughed nervously.

"When will you go home?", he asked after a while.

"In a bit.", you replied, enjoying the nature around you.

"Let me walk you back to your house.", Seungcheol said as he got up.

"I can walk back myself.", you said as you also got up and started walking but couldn't reach far as he held your elbow firmly and pulled you closer to him.

"W-What's wrong?", you asked, internally cursing at how you stuttered.

"You see that man over there.", he said as he subtly pointed at this very strange man.

"Yeah? What about him?", you asked.

"He has been eyeing you since past ten minutes. Its only eight in the morning and the streets are empty. Let me. Please.", he practically begged you.

You nodded and started walking with him. And as if on cue, the man eyed you, trying to find a way to see if Seungcheol was going to be with you and that felt like a gut punch. You hated how men thought of women as easy targets, almost trying to attack even if it is in the broad daylight.

After reaching the apartment door, you asked Seungcheol to come in for breakfast which he declined saying that he needs to run some errands before he visits his office.

The rest of the day went by quickly as you sat on your desk and thought of plots. You were actually elated when you thought of a good plot and even discussed it with your agent who gave you a green signal. You racked your brain for ideas and finally by evening, your first chapter was done and you have almost decided eighty percent of the ending.

A phone call took you out of your zone as you picked up the phone to find Jeonghan calling.

"Hello Jeonghan-ah!", you smiled.

"Hie! I have been meaning to call you. How have you been?", Jeonghan said.

"I have been great. What about you?", you asked.

"Great. I heard you are coming to the reunion with Seungcheol.", he said and you could hear the teasing in his voice.

Jeonghan is someone you can never hide something from. He will know and there is no denying in that. The first day he saw you and Seungcheol together at that one party, he came up to you and bombarded you with questions and you quickly complied and told him about your feelings. He laughed and said that Seungcheol was really dumb to miss on a girl like you which you were not sure if was true or not. Why would Seungcheol regret it? You are no one special. And with his money and looks, Choi Seungcheol can date anyone he wants. Then why you?

"I am going yes.", you answered with a sigh.

"Come on it will be fun. So, you both entering like a couple or...?", Jeonghan asked.

"No! We are going as friends Jeonghan.", you answered through gritted teeth.

"Wow stupid people. Anyways, just so you know, I won't let Haewon and her minions ruin this trip for you.", Jeonghan firmly confirmed.

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The day of the reunion came closer and your heart started beating faster. You were stressed about your book itself and on top of that you haven't packed anything for your trip. Everything was a mess and it overwhelmed you. You panicked so much that you lied down on the ground in your living room and cried. Finally, when you realized that the panic wasn't going away, you called Seungcheol.

"Hello?", came Seungcheol's husky voice.

"Hey umm are you busy?", you asked, clearly unsure of how you should say this.

"A bit. Why?", said Seungcheol

"Oh. Then no worries.", you quickly said.

"____. What happened?", Seungcheol demanded sternly.

"Its nothing important.", you tried to dismiss the situation.

"You say it or I come there and find out myself.", he warned.

"I was just having a panic attack as everything was overwhelming me so I thought of calling you.", you explained.

"Are you okay now? Do I need to come right now?", Seungcheol asked, clearly concerned.

"I am fine now.", you said.

"Okay. Listen to me carefully. I want you to take some rest and give me half an hour. I will come to you by then.", Seungcheol explained.

"No. Its not required.", you reasoned.

"Just listen to me once.", Seungcheol groaned and you agreed.

Half an hour later, Seungcheol was actually standing in your living room, helping you sort through your dresses with the help of his sister. She commented on every dress and was glad enough to help you pick some good ones.

"Thank you Seunghee.", you said as you smiled at her through the phone.

"Noona, can I talk to you for a second. Go to the other room.", she said.

"Why? I also want to hear it.", Seungcheol visibly pouted.

"No dummy. I want to have a girl talk.", Seunghee rolled her eyes.

You gladly took the phone from Seungcheol's hands and went to your bedroom before plugging your headphone in.

"What is it?", you finally asked.

"You remember the red dress that I rejected?", she asked and you nodded. It's a bodycon, mini dress with shimmery design and looks absolutely great on you. You were actually disheartened when Seunghee said no to it.

"Pack that when Seungcheol goes back home.", she said with a smirk.

"Huh? Why?", you asked, clearly confused.

"You are dumb enough to not see that my brother likes you.", Seunghee rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time.

"What? He doesn't!", you whisper yelled.

"Trust me this one time please. Take that dress and wear it on the night of party. Please.", she pleaded with those glistening eyes that you can never say no to. Seunghee was someone you immensely adored and so you easily caved in.

After the conversation, you handed the phone back to Seungcheol and when he asked about what his sister said, you denied it saying it was related to some girly stuffs that he won't be interested in. You have heard many people say that Seungcheol might like you but for the first time you let someone's words actually affect you. Seunghee's words were enough to put a seed of doubt in your mind and you started seeing everything Seungcheol did from a different perspective.

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The journey to the beach town was nothing special. Everyone boarded the train and went there, clearly not sitting side by side. You saw Haewon once but she was soon off to a different coach with her friends. It felt like a relief to you. The rest of the journey went by you and Seungcheol eating, reading, listening to songs and laughing while remembering your college days.

The hotel was pleasant looking. It looked over the beach and gave an amazing view of the sea. You have always been a beach person and finding out that your room overlooked the ocean made you all giddy from inside. After setting your luggage in your room, you went to the attached balcony to enjoy the view. Seungcheol knocked on your door and informed you that everyone is planning to eat something before resting for the evening.

You had some food and sat at the farthest corner, clearly trying to avoid Haewon. You only looked up when Seungcheol sat across you with his food and when someone came by you to greet you and talk with you for a bit. Most of the people who came on the trip were nice. They talked with you with the same enthusiasm that they showed during your college days. Jeonghan was coming later in the evening because he had to get some job done before he catches the train.

The rest of the evening went along without any more interactions. You locked yourself in your room and worked on the book. You have made quite some progress and were actually proud with how good it was coming out. You busied yourself with finished at least the initial segments of the story, weaving most of the mystery and romance that were the main focus of your book.

After dinner you were too tired to even keep up with most of the conversations and you decided to call it a day.

The next day, everyone decided to hit the beach. Jeonghan was finally here and you along with Seungcheol decided to go together. You weren't exactly feeling comfortable in wearing a bikini so you decided on a tank cropped top and some shorts.

As you walked out of your room, you felt someone eyeing you as you turned to see Seungcheol leaning against one of the pillars in the main reception area. He gave you a lazy smile as he walked up to you.

"Good morning.", he said in a soft voice and your heart skipped a beat.

"Morning. Where is Jeonghan?", you asked, trying to compose yourself.

"He is already gone. You are late madam.", he teased and you simply rolled your eyes before walking out of the door, followed by Seungcheol who was simply smiling from ear to ear.

As soon as you stepped on the sand, you saw Haewon and her friends in bikini, lying on beach towels and tanning themselves. You decided to maintain a distance and sit a bit farther near other classmates. They gladly welcomed you and soon you were laughing and chatting happily with them. They even congratulated you for your successful releases. One of the girls even brought one of your books with her on the trip and you were happy enough to sign it for her. It felt good to see people actually being happy seeing you succeed.

"I didn't see you in the hotel last night.", came a high-pitched voice from behind you.

You turned to see Haewon standing there and just said, "I had an early dinner."

"Why? Growing old I see. Or is it your boring books that make you old?", she smirked and you really had no idea why she hated you so much.

You just smiled at her and that seemed to infuriate her more as she walked off.

"I don't like her.", said one of the classmates and all you could was simply agree.

The tension didn't die down from there. Every time you went past her and her friends; they would glare at you. From commenting on your looks to almost faking their concern about your weight gain. You have seen and heard many such things and this was not going to ruin you. Past you would have broken down and cried for days but present you was successful and had a very strong mental grip.

"You know why Haewon hates you so much?", Jeonghan asked as soon as he sat beside you.

You both were currently in the hotel garden that was beautifully decorated with all kinds of flowers.

"Because I am boring?", you answered unsure.

"No! She doesn't care about that.", Jeonghan laughed.

"Then why? I haven't done a thing to her.", you reasoned.

"She likes Seungcheol. Let me tell you a secret. She confessed to Seungcheol on the graduation day.", Jeonghan whispered.

Your eyes went wide as you gasped, "What? Seungcheol never said me that."

Jeonghan laughed a bit and said, "Yes. He knew you hated her and so he just didn't want to bother you more. He rejected her."

"Really? For me?", you were shocked by this new information.

"Yes. He said to her that he can't accept it because of what she has done to you and hence Haewon hates you. Because Seungcheol chose you over her.", Jeonghan concluded.

With this information in mind, you felt like you should infuriate her more. The plan was approved by Jeonghan and he even told you to glam up. It was Saturday and everyone will be gathering in the party hall of the hotel for a reunion party before they go back home the next day.

You decided to wear the red dress and even called Seunghee to help you with your makeup. She was more than happy to help. She told you to leave your hair open and un-styled because it looked good in its natural wavey form. She told you to do subtle makeup but put some bold red lipstick. The dress did the rest of the job as it hugged your curves perfectly. Finally strapping in the high heels, you were ready to go.

Seungcheol was already at the party when you entered with Jeonghan. The moment you entered, you saw Seungcheol get up and walk to you.

Jeonghan whispered a little 'enjoy' and left your side to talk with someone else.

Your breath hitched when you saw Seungcheol check you out from top to bottom. His hot gaze never leaving your figure as he took long strides and in a mere matter of minutes was standing in front of you, towering you even if you were wearing high heels.

"Hi.", you finally said.

"Wow. You- I mean don't take in the wrong way but you look very pretty.", Seungcheol sighed, his hot breath fanning your face.

"Thank you. You also don't look bad.", you teased and he smirked.

You both sat near the bar and ordered few drinks. Laughing and judging everyone that came here. You both shared a bond that nothing could break and at these moments you wished for him to stay in your life forever. Even if you never confess, you would want him to stay as a friend.

"Let's play truth and dare.", someone yelled and everyone agreed, soon huddling into a circle.

You sat in between Seungcheol and Jeonghan on the chair and someone spun the bottle. The game continued for like thirty minutes or so before it finally landed in between you and Mina, Haewon's friend. Your breath hitched as you saw Haewon smirk before whispering something to her friend.

You chose truth just to play it safe.

"Tell me a secret of yours that no one knows about?", she asked.

You racked your brain a bit and finally said, "Umm I write better when sitting in my bathtub."

There were some giggles and relief washed over you. Seungcheol looked at you as if you have offended him and said, "What? How do you use your laptop in that situation?" and you simply just flipped him off.

"Come one ____, you know we want something worse.", Mina smirked.

Your eyes went wide as you said, "I-I don't have such secrets."

"Seriously? You don't? You are not secretly harboring a crush on someone for years now?", challenged Mina and you knew you were fucked.

Seungcheol went stiff beside you as you saw him slightly retract his hands that were originally resting on the back rest of your chair. You quickly felt the loss of warmth that was coming from his hand over your shoulders.

"I-no I don't.", you answered but the slight tremor in your voice gave it away.

This time Haewon stepped in, meaning to ruin you for once and for all as she simply said, "So you are telling me that you are not in love with your best friend?"

That was the final nail on your coffin. You stiffened as you could only look down. Your mind raced as everyone around you hollered. As if on cue, Seungcheol rested his hand on your back and you flinched. You got up, murmuring a small 'excuse me' and left the party even though you could hear your friends call you. Without thinking anything you ran straight to your room and while you fumbled with the keys, you felt a presence behind you.

You turned around to see Seungcheol standing there, breathing heavily as if he has run hundred miles.

"Damn woman. How can you walk so fast in those heels?", he managed to breath normally.

"I- can you leave me alone please?", you pleaded.

"No. We both know that we need to talk.", he answered sternly and you were left with no option but to welcome him inside.

He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him for you to sit. The closeness caused shivers down your spine as you sat down.

"Listen-", he was about to start talking but you stopped him and spoke first.

"I know. I am sorry for hiding it. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and its fine that you don't have feelings for me. You can end the friendship if you want. I was just scared to confess because I knew you would never like someone lik-", this time you were cut off but not by his words, rather by his lips. On yours.

!!SMUT STARTS FROM HERE!!

Without realizing what was happening, you kissed him back. The kiss soon escalated as you both devoured each other's mouth before creating a distance only to breath.

"W-Wha- What was that?", you stammered.

"I didn't know how to shut you up darling.", Seungcheol said with an easy smile.

His fingers were placed on your hip as he firmly kneaded the skin and it sent shivers down your spine. Even if you were wearing clothes, you could feel the warmth of his hand right across your skin.

"I- you? Why would you?", you were at loss of words.

"I have liked you for a long time too. I also didn't want to ruin our friendship and hence I went on all those meaningless dates so that I could move on from you which never happened. I never moved on from you. You were it for me and I should have confessed sooner. I am sorry."

His confession made you blush as you closed the distance and kissed him. Your body molding with his as he pulled you on his lap, your dress riding up a bit as you sat on his thighs.

"This dress has been driving me insane all night.", Seungcheol groaned as he firmly gripped your hips and made you grind on his lap. You moaned in response as your slowly moved your hips in a rhythmic motion.

"The moment I saw you, I wanted to slam you against a wall and kiss you dumb.", said Seungcheol as he stared at your eyes with nothing but lust.

"Then what are you waiting for? Kiss me dumb.", you teased as you dipped your head a bit but didn't exactly kiss him.

This seemed to work wonders as he groaned and kissed you harshly. It wasn't a sweet kiss. This kiss was all teeth. It was a storm after a calm day. It was like the oceans that gushed and hit the shore harshly. His tongue played like waves inside your mouth as his hands grazed over every part of your body, as if memorizing you.

Seungcheol found the chain of the dress and slowly pulled it down, as you got out of it. The dress bunching up near your hips only.

"Fuck.", Seungcheol whispered as he saw the lingerie you were wearing.

"Please tell me that it is a matching set.", he pleaded and you nodded shyly.

"Did you wear this for me?", Seungcheol smirked.

"Kind of. Jeonghan said to see how you would react if I wear the dress.", you explained shyly.

"Oh, I will react. I will react very well.", his voice turned huskier as he cupped your clothed breast and took one in his mouth. With the material still in between his tongue and your breast, it created a delicious friction that made you grind your hips more.

"Fuck I will go crazy. You are so responsive baby.", He whispered against your skin as he unhooked the bra.

"Seungcheol...", you moaned.

"What is it darling?"

"Please Seungcheol.", you had no idea what you were begging for.

"What do you want?", he smirked as he picked you up and threw you on the bed before hovering over you.

"Take it off please. Take your shirt off.", you begged.

Seungcheol delivered. He stood on his knees and in a painfully slow pace, unbuttoned his shirt before throwing it aside. You were welcomed with his toned chest. You audibly moaned and that seemed to boast Seungcheol's ego.

"Loving the view?", he teased

"Of course.", you said as you did a come-hither motion to which he complied.

He dipped his head and trailed kisses down your chest. Starting from your neck, he marked every inch of your skin as you writhed under him. With an agonizing slow pace his mouth finally hovered over your core, which earned a moan from you.

"Please. Seungcheol, please.", you moaned.

"Patience baby.", Seungcheol chuckled and finally teased your core with his tongue which slowly turned into more aggressive licks as he devoured you. All you could do was moan and writhe which also got restricted when he used his left hand to hold your hips down with one strong grip.

Soon you were coming undone on his tongue, as your body shook and all you could do was moan his name.

"I love when you moan my name.", Seungcheol said as he looked at you, his chin glistening with your juices which made you even more aroused.

Suddenly you sat up and pushed him down on bed, before unbuckling his belt and rubbing his throbbing member over the fabric of his underwear. He let out a guttural moan and you smirked in victory. Having such a big strong man moan under you felt so good that you almost got wet again.

"Don't tease me love.", Seungcheol groaned and who were you to deny him.

You quickly dragged his pants and underwear down in one go and his dick sprang up, standing proud and thick.

"Fuck you are big.", you moaned as you moved your palm up and down the length before giving the tip kitten licks.

You took his whole dick in and bobbed your head while consecutively using your hand to create more friction. Seungcheol's fingers went through your hair before gripping it tight to control the bobbing of your head, fucking your mouth deep. Your eyes glistened with tears as you moaned at the feeling of being used by him.

"Fuck baby. You take me so well.", moaned Seungcheol before picking you up in one go and throwing you on the bed again.

"So wet from just sucking me?", Seungcheol teased before sinking two of his fingers in.

"Seungcheol, please fuck me. I don't need your fingers right now.", you moaned and Seungcheol obliged.

"I-I don't have condoms.", Seungcheol confessed shyly.

"It's okay. I am on birth control and clean.", you said to which he simply smiled and kissed you.

"I am also clean so, can I?", he asked and you nodded.

Lining his dick to your core, he slowly sunk in, giving you time to adjust.

"Fuck you are so tight.", he groaned, his eyebrows furrowing as he let out a disgruntled sigh.

"Seungcheol...", you moaned his name as you supported yourself by holding his biceps.

"Keep saying my name. Let everyone know who is fucking you right.", Seungcheol demanded and you moaned his name loud.

"Cheol fuck.", you whispered as you moaned and groaned.

"That's it. Baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock. Cream me fuck.", Seungcheol whimpered as he kept his pace steady and firm.

Within seconds you were reaching your high again as you creamed his cock. Seungcheol pace didn't slow as he kept pounding into you, making a mess out of you. Your juices were everywhere as sweat formed on your forehead. Seungcheol dipped his head, as your foreheads were against each other and whispered, "I am gonna cum baby."

"Then cum Cheol. Cum inside me. Fill me up.", you said in a lust laden voice and that was Seungcheol's undoing as he came inside you.

!!SMUT ENDS HERE!!

After catching his breath, he lied down beside you for a bit before getting up to bring a warm water-soaked towel to clean you and then clean himself. After showering, you wore Seungcheol's shirt and lied down on the soft bed. Seungcheol joined you as he pulled your back against his chest and nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"I love you.", he whispered and your heart melted.

"I love you too Cheollie.", you smiled as he giggled.

Then Seungcheol started laughing as you turned your head and gave him a questioning look.

"We are idiots, aren't we?", he giggled and you laughed along with him.

"You know what I am thinking?", you said.

"What?", asked Seungcheol.

"Haewon's face when she sees us hand in hand in the morning.", you smirked and Seungcheol gave a hearty laugh.

"You are a menace my love.", he teased and then you both dozed off.

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Author's note: First of all, ignore any sort of typos or grammatical mistakes. I am still trying to get a hang of this app as I have never made such long posts on this app before. Now, I love best friends to lovers trope so much and hence I really wanted to write this. I dreamed about this plot and I needed to write it down. I hope everyone enjoys it.

[0oolookitsme]

No More Kisses

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 1k

Warnings- Just a few curse words here and there, and a slight hint of smut :)

A/n- Some fratrry! Hope you enjoy <3

The game's season was to begin in one month, and Harry hasn't never felt more prepared. He's ready to tackle teams and get this over with.

All of this practise has been draining him down and the fact that the college literally wouldn't give them any breaks meant that it was practise, classes, practise and finally sleep. Whether he drank water or ate his meals between the gaps didn't matter as long as he was on the top.

Even Y/n hadn't been having the time to breath, in the midst of all this mid semester chaos – let alone call and check up on him and show up during his evening practices so that they can go back to the frat house together.

He missed her, terribly.

They would talk, but only in the mornings and the nights. And even then they didn't get to have a proper conversation because they were just so tired all the time, or busy. Early mornings and late nights had always been their thing, but to not spend that extra time with each other was something new.

Hell even not spending their usual time together was new; strange.

Sitting together on the floor of one of their rooms -- usually Harry's considering Y/n's room floor was always covered in miscellaneous things, and these days even her bed was occupied by half-finished or just-started projects -- they would just swing their arms or legs over the other one and work on their laptops.

As Harry finally packs up to go back to the house, late again, he feels his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. It was Y/n he saw and immediately he was swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hello," he says without much exaggeration, but he knows that she knows he has a huge smile on his face as he looks at the ground, one hand on his hip as he waits for her to reply.

"Whatever happened to love or darling?"

Stifling a laugh, he swung his bag over his shoulders before giving her the greeting she wanted. "Hello my sweet, sweet darling," he greeted, weighing down on the pet name.

"Yeah fuck you too," she retorted, laughing on the other hand. "I just called to ask if I could use a very small, hear me out! – a very small space on your room's floor to lay down a project?" She sheepishly trailed off.

Y/n knew she didn't need to ask him that, but it was a topic Harry always teased her about, saying 'does being an Art Director of your club mean you can't even step in your own room, hm?' and she thought it was about time that he worried about it too.

"Y/n... No. You cannot take over my room now!"

"Pretty please, H! You know what? I'll let you take a candle of mine. How about that?" She offered, feeling smug like a winner.

Both of them knew that it was an instant offer to get Harry to do anything, just give him any one of Y/n's candles. Still he made a show of grumbling and finally muttered a 'fine'.

"Thank you! May God bless you my dear," She cackled before hanging up on him, leaving him shaking his head as he slipped his phone back in his pocket.

The drive back to the frat house was filled with Niall chattering Harry's ear off as if he hadn't been getting smacked in the face while goal-keeping this whole day.

Turning off the engine, Harry muttered something about Niall influencing Y/n under his breath when Niall jumped out of the car, made the same old-creepy-man joke and called him a 'dear'.

When Harry finally entered his room, he wasn't surprised to see Y/n sprawled on his floor but he was definitely shocked to see a candle lit on his desk.

"Can't believe you stuck to your words!" He said while deeply breathing in the scent of the candle -- it gave vanilla with a hint of the smell of soil after it had just rained, and Harry knew he was never letting her take that candle back.

"Well, I can be good sometimes," Y/n shrugged without looking up from the sheet she was working on.

"That really is a shocker coming from you, grump," Harry said, his voice getting closer to Y/n with each step he took and then his hands slipped under her armpits, pulling her up. "And, I like you bad," he stated, glancing at her lips.

Y/n supported herself by her legs despite whining at him to put her down. "First of all, you smell horrendous, second of all, what the hell was that for? And third of all, that was not hot." She ranted, a little serious but her look of suspicion made him laugh.

"Missed your mouthy ass," he mumbled before crashing his lips right onto hers, pushing her back while she shrieked, warning him not to step on that sheet.

Her hands slipped past his shoulders to fist the baby curls at the nape of his neck, playing and pulling at them gently. His hands, though, travelled all over her body. Her chest, breasts, abdomen, stomach, hips, thighs – to slipping right past where she was beginning to ache and squeezing her bum, caressing her back that had been hunched over papers all day long and finally one hand went to fist her hair, the other one slipping down and down until his fingers reached the bottom of her bum.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, Harry started to move towards the bathroom, his hold on her tightening by each minute and the moment she realized what Harry had done, water was already pouring on them and starting to soak their clothes.

"I literally hate you so much," she said as they both hurried to take off their clothes.

Chuckling, Harry asked, "no kissing tomorrow?"

"No kissing tomorrow," Y/n assured him, nodding her head and then laughing with him knowing that there was no way that rule would be put into practise.

[theladyragnell]

hi nell! since you're a pretty prolific writer, i was just wondering if you have any words of wisdom about writer's block. i've always had the bad habit of abandoning projects the moment i get stuck, so the overwhelming majority of fics i've published have been one-shots. any advice/recommendations would be appreciated!

With the disclaimer that while I have been writing for Decades, I never really feel myself qualified to give advice, alongside the disclaimer that writing advice tends to be incredibly personal, so if you don't think anything I say is relevant to you, trust yourself over me! I discard so much writing advice because it's simply not how my brain works.

So, when I get writer's block, one of the following things is usually what is happening.

a. I went wrong anywhere between one sentence and five paragraphs ago. This is the kind of writer's block where I sit down for a writing session and cannot get beyond the sentence I am stuck on, can't see my way forward in a scene. The cure for this one is easy! I delete the last sentence. If that doesn't work, I delete the last paragraph, and so on and so forth. It just means I took a wrong turn, that someone's characterization off or a conversation isn't going to do the job I need it to do, something like that. A few times I've had to restart from the beginning, worst I did for that I'd made it almost 10k into The Wrong Version Of A Concept.

b. I want something to be perfect and I freeze. I'm a firm believer in "perfect is the enemy of good" and more than that, "perfect is the enemy of done." If I'm writing something high-stakes for some, something that stretches my writing skills, I can get all in my head about it, and write incredibly slowly or just stop for a long time because I think I'm not good enough for the work yet. This is one of the hardest things to shake off, because it usually means accepting that there's no way it will be perfect on this draft or maybe any draft. Sometimes it means putting something away for a while, or just giving myself permission to write a draft I know will need editing.

c. I lost interest. Maybe a newer and shinier concept grabbed me, maybe my take on the concept isn't feeling right (which, see the first two points here), but I just don't want to write it anymore. And I write as a hobby! And it seems that so do you! So my advice here is ... if you won't want to write something, don't write it. Sometimes I put something down for a while and come back to it fresh and finish it up, I've got a work or two on the AO3 where that was my process and definitely some original works ditto, but sometimes something just isn't for you.

d. I'm writing something for ... I want to say the wrong reasons, but it's not quite that. I'm not writing for myself, I suppose. Sometimes, writing for other people is a good kind of stretch! I like writing to prompts, or for exchanges, because I like the challenge of making someone happy, figuring out what will make them tick. But it's also hard, because I've learned the hard way I have to find the midpoint between another person's taste and what I'm interested in writing at a given moment. And I feel like a lot of writers, especially in fandom, we can often get to writing for other people's taste more than our own. This particular AU or headcanon is popular now so everybody's got to have a take on it, or this popular author writes like this so maybe if I write like them instead of myself people will like it better. And when I try to write something I'm not interested in, or like someone I'm not, just because I feel like people will like it better, I get stuck. And the only way to fix that is to write things I want to write the way I want to write them.

e. I feel like nobody will like what I'm writing. Yes, I know this is in fairly direct opposition to the last point but it has to be said. I'm writing something niche, or I'm writing a fandom my dearest friends aren't into, or I'm writing an OC, or I'm writing a weird fic format or voice, and so on and so forth. I like feedback, I'm not shy about admitting it, so sometimes when I worry I won't get it, it's hard to motivate. And then my question for myself is always whether I'll regret not writing it, and if I will, then I do it and hope that the story will find its people, even if it's not as many as I daydream about.

You say you post one-shots, as a habit, which means you're writing, and one-shots are great! If one-shots are where your attention span or motivation go, there's nothing wrong with that, anon, and I hope you know it. If you want to try other things, please do! But I couldn't finish this post without saying ... my writing philosophy is that everybody should write the things that make them happy, because life's too damn short not to. You're not under any obligation to write something long.

But if you want to, make sure you're writing what you want to write, the way you want to write it. Backtrack sometimes and make sure you're going in a direction you like. Find a few trusted friends to cheerlead you. And, if a story isn't working for you, choose another one that will!

[mayajadewrites]

Almost: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Modern AU Levi Ackerman x Reader fanfic I've been dying to write! Levi is my latest hyper fixation so this was bound to happen. There will be other AOT characters in the mix, but remember this is a modern AU!

Chapter 4 - Tequila

Chapter Summary: Levi has to tend to some work things, which leads you to turn to your second favorite drink to coffee: tequila.

ao3 link

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ LEVI ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Fucking Erwin. He never bothers me, but when my dick is hard and I'm making out with a beautiful woman, he decided to call.

"What." I say through my teeth, turning towards the wall.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Erwin asked with a slight giggle.

"It's Saturday, my day off, and you're calling me."

"You never care if you have to take work calls on weekends. Unless -"

"If you finish that sentence I will punch you right into next week."

"Jesus, Levi." I could tell Erwin was shaking his head on the other side of the phone. "We need you to come to the office. One of the stakeholders has dropped out of the latest project and the team is in shambles."

I sucked my teeth, leaning my head back. "I'll be there soon."

The last thing I wanted to do was leave you because 1. I enjoy spending my time with you. 2. My dick is hard as fuck and now I'm gonna have to jerk off later tonight to relieve myself.

When I turn around, you're already up and grabbing my coat for me. Your eyes have a slight sheen to them, almost like you're about to cry.

"I had fun." Your smile is kind, which makes leaving that much harder.

"I'm sorry." I grab my coat from your hands, a sigh leaving my lips.

"We'll talk soon."

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ BRATTY BARISTA ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

"We'll talk soon." Levi kissed your forehead, leaving your apartment.

What the fuck does that mean? Levi is so elusive, you think you know what he's thinking when in reality you have no idea. You couldn't believe he just... left. You knew it was work related, but still.

But what the hell do you know about being a CEO.

You slid your phone out of your back pocket and typed in Nina's name.

You: Let's go out tonight.

Nina: You've never asked for a girls night out... what's up?

You: Can't I be spontaneous?

Nina: Nope.

You: Well I wanna go out tonight. Are you in or no?

Nina: Duh. I'll be at your place at 8.

Did you want to go out because you wanted to be 'spontaneous' or did you want to go out to get your mind off Levi?

The latter. Obviously.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Staring at yourself in the full length mirror, you glide your hands over your curves that Levi was touching before. You swear you could still feel his firey touch.

You turned your body to the side, nodding in approval of how your ass looked in your dress. Your heels twist as you take one last look in the mirror before hearing knocking at your door.

Your dress is a black, high neck, ripped dress with a slit to show off your thigh. You paired it with black strappy heels and small gold hoops. Your makeup is different from the usual - still glowy but more dramatic and your hair was in loose waves.

Truth be told, you didn’t want to let yourself fall to fast for Levi. You had 2 dates with him - that didn’t mean he was yours. Not that you even knew what you were, the dating climate is so fucked up that it seems like everyone just wants to hook up but never have a mental and emotional connection.

You’ve hooked up with plenty of guys before, but they’ve never made you cum. How sad is that? With the amount of dicks that have been inside you, not one actually pleasured you.

“Knock knock!” Nina interrupted your thoughts. “Can you let me in?”

The sound of your heels against the hardwood floor echoed. “Sorry!” You open the door with a smile. Nina greets you with a hug and a bottle of tequila.

“I brought your favorite so we can pregame! The club won’t be actually fun until like 11.”

“Give me that.” You swipe the bottle, unscrewing the cap and pouring a shot in your mouth.

“Damn, bad date?”

“Not bad, but he left when we were getting hot and heavy.”

“Um what?” Nina’s eyes were in disbelief.

“Yeah. Let’s not talk about it.” Your mind wanders to your phone. You put it on do not disturb and haven’t checked it since you asked Nina if she wanted to go out.

Nina could talk for hours. She told you about her latest flings, some work gossip, and how she thinks she’s now lactose intolerant.

4 shots later, you and Nina were buzzed. Nina called the Uber, and you both were off.

The club was about a 15 minute drive away. It’s a newer club that everyone was at every weekend.

You felt your phone buzz in your purse, but did nothing. The Uber pulled up to the club around 10:30. You could faintly hear the music from the building, bodies flooding into the doors.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

“Tequila pineapple, please.” You ask the bartender, handing him a $10.

“There’s so many cute guys here!” Nina wiggled her hips to the music, sipping her drink.

Nina is right, there are a lot of cute guys here.

None of them come close to Levi Ackerman.

But that man is not yours.

Bzzzzzz.

You ignore your phone again, swaying to the beat. You feel a body crash into yours, slightly spilling your drink.

“I am so sorry.” A taller man said, grabbing napkins from the bar behind him. “I should look where I’m going.”

The man had light brown hair that matched his eyes. His body towered over yours as he handed you napkins. “My name is Jean.”

You tell Jean your name, shaking his hand softly. “It’s okay, no big deal.” You sipped your drink, feeling your anxiety fade away. “You owe me another drink though.”

“Honestly, I wanted to get you one anyways. You look gorgeous.”

A blush graced your cheeks as you walked to the bar, ordering another tequila pineapple.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Nina found you and brought 3 new friends: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa. Eren had longish hair with green eyes, Armin sported blonde locks with stunning blue eyes, and Mikasa was one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen. Dark and sharp features. You might also be scared of her.

“You found Jean!” Eren laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. “We’ve been looking for you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jean placed his hand on your waist swaying slowly to the beat of the music.

Bzzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzzz.

“Ugh, one second.” You pulled away from Jean, taking your phone out of your purse.

Levi: 10 unread texts

Levi: 11 missed calls

As you were putting your phone in your purse, a call popped up.

Levi is calling…📞

“Hello?” You covered one of your ears, trying to hear him over the music.

“Where the fuck are you?” Levi’s tone was filled with anger. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”

“I’m out. Is that okay?” The sarcasm jumped from your tongue.

“Where.”

“Where what?”

“Where are you?”

“Ummmm. The club is called Vibe. I’m not sure where though.”

“Why haven’t you been -“

“Gotta go!” You pressed the big red button, throwing your phone in your purse.

Jean dances with you for a few more songs, asking about your life as much as he could since it’s so loud in the club.

Then you feel a familiar hand on your waist, forcefully pulling you into him.

[goodluckclove]

(about the what keeps you from writing post) personally the thing that i struggle with when it comes to writing is just focus. i can't focus on writing for shit, and even if i really like an idea, it feels like it just never gets down on paper, you know

So, uh, I'm going into this under the assumption that you don't have something akin to ADHD. I have something in that vein, I think, but I don't know the extent of it and therefore do not feel qualified to give advice on how to manage it. Especially for a beginning writer, because if I'm on that spectrum it's definitely more hyper fixation than executive dysfunction at this point.

I have a colleague who comes to me a lot when she's struggling to focus on actually putting words to proverbial paper. What I usually say is something along the lines of If I were to tell you to write me a hundred words of your story right now, how would you react? What would you think?

If focus is not symptomatic when it comes to art, it usually has a meaning.

Maybe the idea is interesting, but you don't know where to start. If this is the case, good knows - you can just start literally anywhere. Preferably the angle that sounds the most interesting to you. Imagine you're eight years old and you have the whole afternoon to play in the park with your favorite toys, what would be the first thing you'd act out with them?

It might not be the right start for the finished project, but it's a start. Throwing words at the wall is a valid strategy for a lot of people, and it's better than doing nothing at all.

Or maybe it's different. Maybe you've been working on an existing idea and you've suddenly lost focus on it. Why keep writing, when you can instead scroll the Google Image search results that come up when you search "sweaters for rats"?

I've found when that happens, a quality answer is often to purposefully break your own rules. It's kind of an old NaNoWriMo trick that I'm frankly surprised I don't see more new writers using. I think there's a new culture in the scene where you need to start off with the exact methodology and craft of an established author, which baffles me endlessly. Not only is it patently untrue, but by doing this you're denying every new writer's God-given right to be a crazy fucking gremlin.

Stuck in your story? Kill a character. Make two other characters kiss. Add a fucking dream sequence. Oh but people won't like it buddy will you? Will it make you laugh or smile, or generally just be interested in your own story? Because that's what matters. That's what's going to give you a finished project. You can make it normal later if you want, but if you choose not to you'd also be making some crazy artistic gumbo and I will definitely be coming back for seconds.

The key is that it has to be something that you genuinely think is cool and funny and exciting and neat. Because you like it, not because you think other people will or because you think it makes you look better or more profound. If you use any weird trick or plot point in absolute, unironic earnestness, I genuinely believe the worst thing you'd end up with is a finished first draft that needs some restructuring.

Which doesn't sound too bad to me!

[camillathe6th]

Fanfic Writer Questions

@askweisswolf tagged me, thank youuuuu for thinking of me ♡

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Huh, 12 apparently? A lot of them are shorts and gifts, though.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

66,495???? When did THAT happen (I have never opened the statistics tab before can you tell)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly and forever Fallen Hero my beloved, but I have one (1) foray into Baldur's Gate 3.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hmmm, my "main" fics really: 1. Splinters (Fallen Hero, Una and Ortega's relationship's turning points) 2. Dialogue Box (Fallen Hero, people having conversations) 3. Hopefully, No Biting (I can't believe this is in the top three JKLHGLKHGLH. Probably the oral sex helped.) 4. Hauntings (Fallen Hero, little mindfucks and experimental chapters) 5. The Heist, a three-part gift about Hollow Ground and @kittlesandbugs Sidestep, Riley. This one was a passion project, very happy to find it (surprisingly) in the top 5.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Usually, yes, if I can't reply directly to the commenter on another platform! If people are lovely enough to take the time to write, you know... Right back at them.

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

No endings to my fics, really, but the angstiest as a rule is Hauntings.

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

No endings to my fics, really, but I think my happiest / sweetest / peacefullest might be one of my recent ones--Shipname: Burnt to the Ground (it's sex, but not sad babygirl sex, you get me?)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No.......... But if you want to go and hate on Hollow Ground when they appear in my fic please be my guest lads I'm right there with you.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not sure my sex scenes count as smut considering I'm firmly rooted in the suggestive rather than explicit territory. I write metaphors for fucking, more like.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really! I'm such a one-trick pony man, all my money's on Los Diablos.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hmmm.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not! I do like to fuck around with language and I have translated part of my fics once or twice and then back again just to throw a punch into the English and its pacing though. And I used to translate fics out loud for my friends who couldn't read English when I was, like, a teen.

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

Started to, didn't finish, but the idea's there somewhere—co-writing with @astarien is the heights of existence obviously.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

... Chargestep. I guess. I guess they're alright. Whatever.

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

If I want to finish a work I do—but there's nothing I'm gunning to end yet, except for shorts, which I finish in one-go.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm, I don't really know... I enjoy dialogue, action scenes, and fucking up pace, musicality, analogy, words and format so that language says more than it usually does, or shows more than it usually does—goes further than it wants to go if you don't give it a shake—and makes you FEEL. That's what's in my brain when I write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fucking... plot. Logical pathways. Lore. I do not have a brain.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love it! I gesture at it but keep it in English when I don't know the language (too scared of fucking it up, and not enough control over tone / nuances / connotations), but if I do know the language then absolutely.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In my little notebooks when I was 8? A French Child Fantasy book I loved. But the only fandom I've written seriously for is FHR.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

My darling, though not my easiest, is Splinters. The hard-hitting writing moments are compiled there, I usually break out of a chapter a little brain-weird and all rabbit-hearted, it's always a blast to get to work on it.

Annnnd I'll tag @astarien, @kittlesandbugs, @ejunkiet, @impossible-rat-babies, @rab-bitly, @witchfall, @silvery-bluish, @ladyshivs, and anyone who feels like it!

[m0nost4tic]

"hey mono, are you ever gonna finish or work on your long-term projects that you started months ag-" no. ... maybe someday. not today tho

anyway. here's a short clip for a magluck scene idea. it's set in a modern au my friends and i have been discussing. there are small references to au-specific stuff, so heads up for that

idrk how people tag fanfic works on this site so uhh..

913 words (wow just under a thousand, go me), ~5,200 characters, magna having thoughts on dumbfuck luck voltia, read post tags for more input ig

ps, because of my tendency to crank out short works but never finish anything long-term quickly, i've been thinking of doing a like.. magluck oneshot book for ao3. lmk if that's something anyone wants to see from me🙏🙏

continue reading for gay fic --

Luck's head swayed to the side, larimar eyes glimmering with something more beneath them, wild golden locks obscuring parts of his face. He let his knees inch away from his chest and loosely unfold the perfect cocoon he was wrapped in, elbows and forearms resting against his legs, hands playing with the white drawstrings of his baggy teal hoodie.

He curled the snowy thread around his finger, flipped it over, pulled it up and down, methodically twisted it - he ran his hand through a million-and-one different motions all within seconds. The air grew heavy with his quietness, a stark, uncomfortable contrast to the strings of words and teases that usually slipped nonstop from the live wire.

To the other, the silence was nothing short of unbearable and nigh deafening. But he waited. He waited, and watched as Luck's lips scrunched to the side - the rare indicator of him biting the inside of his cheek, deep in thought or consideration. An infrequent habit Luck had formed back when words were all too much, all too-consuming and demanding; somedays, it still felt that way.

Then, after what felt like hours but couldn't have been longer than a minute, it came. A quiet, hesitant word, a knife that cut through the thickened space between them;

"Why?"

And, well, that was a loaded question.

It was one word. Simple, short, and plain--except nothing really, truthfully was simple or plain with Luck. It just liked to appear that way on the surface; a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing. Presented problems and looming shadows hidden behind tied ribbons and drawn curtains - a thousand spiraling thoughts dismissed with the same old intricate smile.

But behind it came all the possibilities. All the individual branches of why, all muddled by past experience or an assumption of what was inevitably to happen. And Magna had some solid guesses for most of them.

Why don't you hate me? Why do you keep staying? Why haven't you left already? Why are you here? Why haven't you given up on me? Why aren't you like everybody else?

If there were ever a time and a place for it, Magna would fire back some of his own - why do you always think I'm going to leave your ass? Why is it like you can't believe I give a shit about you? Why do you always act like I'm going to disappear the second you take your eyes off me?

Though if there was one, it certainly wasn't now. Not when Luck was hunched up like this, curled in as if he had to hold himself together by force, a thread dangerously close to snapping; not when Magna was sitting quietly on the end of his bed, hands stationary and sunglasses idly placed upon the bedpost; not when the world was abandoned outside the boarded window, friends and adventures temporarily forgotten to dwell in the pit of a barren self-perceived internal wasteland.

So, instead, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shoulders rising and falling to expel the weight of the situation from him. He let the words of what to say bubble up in his chest, head desperately reeling to find the right ones. Damn you, he'd curse in his head.

Honestly, yeah, damn Luck. Damn him and his ability to make Magna think of all these things, to make his world more than just a stage play-by-play that he wasn't even the protagonist of. Damn Luck and the way he gave everything he did and said some kind of meaning; gave his life a meaning beyond the repetitive simplicity of school, baseball, video games, and friends. Damn Luck and his addictive smiles that lit up a room, that made Magna's own chest overfill with puddy-like euphoria, that made Magna crave the sound of his laughter and the sight of his joy more than anything else. Damn Luck for making him want to be something more than what he simply was born as, to be something to Luck, like a backboard one could lean on.

Damn Luck for making him a better man. Completely fuck that guy, really.

But, as much as he loathed to admit, he'd go through this routine. Again, and again, and again; the disc tirelessly on loop, never-ending repetition that, unlike all else, unlike every other boring monotonous humdrum aspect of the day or week, never seemed to grow dull. Maybe that was Luck's fault. Maybe there were scratches on the CD, or maybe there was a malfunction on the player--but it was their own special tune, expertly crafted by whatever this hell of a life had in store.

He'd commit to this, for however many times Luck needed him; needed the gentle (or not-so-gentle) reminder that he was loved, cared for, worried about, whatever else. Even if his own brain refused to believe it, partly refused to even dare to let himself have it, Magna wasn't about to back down and let him win this one. He'd done enough of letting things go unseen, unspoken, and left stowed beneath poorly painted-over cracks when they were kids. And now he'd spend a lifetime trying to unravel all of this mess; trying to understand his problems, rather than demand them to be fixed. If that meant soggy shoulders, empty pudding containers, and conveniently misplaced jackets, then Magna could cope with that.

Because that's what you do for someone you love, no matter how big a pain in the ass they are.

[twicesserafim]

Long Distance.

Third Person Pov:

A long distance relationship. You grew up in europe but moved to canada, for your studies. It wasn't really studies, but you finished your police training about 2 years ago? Since you need to be a police officer for 2-3 year before you can become a swat member.

But thinking once you can get that position, you might move to korea, considering that first, you're dating tzuyu. Second, dahyuns your cousin and it'll be nice to have some family when having a fresh start, since that's something you've been looking for as well.

You love canada, but it feels a little odd. Yes, you were raised in europe mostly, but you were born and lived in canada for the first 6 years of your life. Although you felt a bit lost in both places, europe and canada, and although you've made friends.

For some weird reason, you feel the happiest in korea, with dahyun, tzuyu and the rest of the members. They see you as one of them and once's even call you the unofficial 10th member, which resulted of twicetagram and jypetwice_japan to both follow you on instagram.

You honestly liked making content as well, so you used all social media platforms and sometimes posted on youtube, just making some extra pocket money to spend.

Either way, you're planning to go to korea during winter, just for a month while waiting for the results, you were in. The swat team, you had the benefit of being able to join one in any country, So you would be fine to move to korea.

Although, it's only a matter of days until you go over to there, just for a month, a vacation. You'll probably stay in canada for at least 6 months after that, before moving to korea, if you do that is. But there's a slight problem.

You and tzuyu argued, you can't seem to get a grasp of what's going on, you just know she's mad at you and projecting onto your but refusing to properly communicate.

"if you just communicate directly to me instead of beating around the bush? if you want to hit me, do it when i'm in korea, tzuyu." "are you really that overly dramatic?" "what the hell? it's a genuine question."

"i don't know what's going on between us, but i really need a lot of time to just think so just, leave me alone." You left it as that, you both didn't want to be the one texting first, you didn't want to give in, but for different reasons.

You're a mess right now. Tzuyu's acting normal to everyone just even quieter then usual. But it's been a day and pit of guilt has formed in her stomach, it's eating her up as she keeps on thinking about the words you two exchanged.

She knew she had to talk to someone. Someone that can help her. One of the members, She hates how she feels so upset over something to small, she hates how she made you feel, although she doesn't know exactly how you felt, she knows it must've hurt.

And that. That's what broke her silence. She remembered the promise. Tzuyus promise to you. "no matter how bad things get, i'll never hurt you, baby. i love you, okay? believe me, darling. I promise you, i'll never hurt you."

The word replayed in both of your heads. Tzuyu felt like her chest was tightening, her heart was beating faster, the heat in the room was rising, the emotions overwhelming, the guilt eating her alive, it was that moment, she realized how badly she has messed up.

And how hard it was going to be to make it up to you, she was starting to wonder if you'd ever forgive her, she was praying that you would because she knows deep down, you're the love of her life, and she'll never feel as deeply for someone as she felt for you.

The members caught on to how her breathing start picking up and it started getting heavier and tears welled up in her eyes. "tzuyu?" "im sorry, just give me a second." tzuyu managed to get out as she rushed out of the room with the phone in her hands.

She read the texts, over and over. Tzuyu knew it was going to be a long process, winning your trust back, winning your love back, winning.. you back. It's not like you were normal. She knew how badly she fucked up.

Tzuyu got you to trust her, and love her. While you had philophobia. A fear of love. And she convinced you, yet she hurt you. You would get here tomorrow night. Your guys plan was that she picks you up from the airport.

But tzuyu doesn't know if you would want that now. She's just sitting, a few minutes away from the jyp building, beside a tree, leaning on it slightly, not realized the tears that were now streaming down her face as she sighed. "fuck.."

...

Thank god, you took an extra day off before your flight just incase you needed more time packing because god were you drained. You were exhausted. Crying, a lot of it. You couldn't find the energy to get up.

You forced yourself to eat a slice of pizza but that's all you could get down before not wanting anymore. You chugged some water and took a shower, hoping to help relax yourself a bit.

You waited and waited for a text from the girl, even if it was one that continued to yell at you. You just wanted to know she was still thinking about you, that she still cared. You sucked it up and went to the gym, wanting to take your mind off of things for a few hours.

After that, you got together with a friend, had some dinner before playing basketball together. It was unfortunate that a camera spotted the two of you. And tzuyu.. wasn't very happy to say the least.

Usually, she would laugh at stuff like that, but know that you aren't happy with her.. a part of her believed the rumours being spread, maybe you were done with her. The both of you were torn on how to feel.

You love tzuyu to pieces. But you can't help but feel a little scared. What if she's like this everytime she's upset with you? what if she keeps blowing up on you and you have to choice but to end, what if she never apologizes? what if you never talk again?

You were honestly so stressed out, the friend, knew that you argued, they don't know who tzuyu is, because you haven't said who it was, you just said you had a partner and you guys argued, there was one picture of the friends hand on your back.

That made tzuyus head spin. She had to pull herself together, telling herself she needed to get work done, she called herself before returning to the practice room, acting as if nothing happened, and ignoring all voices of concern.

...

You reached korea, you were just about to call an uber when a voice mumbled, "you don't have to do that" you only nodded, not wanting to talk to tzuyu. She could tell by the look on your face that you were anything but happy with her.

Tzuyu stayed silent as you threw your bag into the back, "that's all you bought?" you hummed, she bit her bottom lip and sighed, "i'm sorry." "can we not do this here?"

"i don't want to drive almost an hour without saying anything, i don't want you to run into the room your staying in and lock me out, i don't want to lose this, y/n. i don't want to lose you." You put your seatbelt on and looked away from her gaze.

"please look at me" a whisper left her lips, you hesitated but looked over. "i'm so fucking sorry, i don't want you to apologize to me, i should be the one. i'm aware for my behavior and what i said was hurtful to you and i didn't think before i said a word. though this doesn't excuse anything about i being mad at you."

She paused before continuing, "i realized that i didn't care about your feelings and emotions because i got defensive but still, i didn't care. i wished to be a better person and try not be careless and slobby with your feelings. Though you have been waiting for me to answer for hours and hours."

You listened, both of your tearing up with each word that she uttered, you didn't let your tears show, blinking them away, tzuyu honestly couldn't even tell they were ever there in the first place.

" i need to understand more about your feelings and your emotions, so i can stop being all careless about your feelings. i realized that my behavior came off aggressive and i understand it caused you pain. i really want to show my care for you but i just got nervous, and i felt dumb for not doing it.

you've done so much for me but i didn't give it back, all i did was just laughing at you and i came across into realization that i was harming you instead. i try not to be mad at you for the littlest things and please continue to be you.

i love who you are and that's what best for you to continue to thrive. and i didn't wanna harm anybody because i got really aggressive and was typing all angrily just for me to release these anger out of me. but still, i said it. i started all of this just because i was angry.

i'm in the fault here. forgive me or not, i just wanna say this. tell me what part i missed talking about and i'll address it."

"i don't know what to feel, i don't know if i'm mad at you or not, i feel like i should be but i can't be i honestly, just felt unheard. i felt like you were listening to me and i felt that you were just projecting everything you felt onto me, if it bothered you why didn't you tell me in the beginning?

why did you have to lash out like that? i don't get why you didn't think before you argued with me? there's one thing i wish you never said, i wish you kept that to yourself but that shit hurt so bad, tzuyu. you made me feel so pathetic, i felt like i was begging you to forgive me for something i didn't even know was wrong.

tzuyu i know i upset you but i thought about it a lot, i don't think it was my fault, was it? you never told me you hated stuff like that, i didn't do it after i knew you hated it. Not on purpose at least? I just wish you talked to me calmly, i was fucking terrified, i thought i lost you and that wasn't fair to me, was it?

i really don't like when people just leave me there, i've told you this before and you still did it. And when you came back your words were anything but kind. I don't know if this is a one time thing, or if this is you everytime you get upset, but if it is, then i don't know.

But now everytime i think about sending a text, i have to think about it even more, mostly if it's about my feelings, because i'm scared you'll just think i'm dramatic again. you crossed a line with what you said and i don't even know anymore. Just know i still love you, alright?"

Tzuyu reached for you, placing her hand on your thigh and looking at you, " i knew i did, i realized i was invalidating you and shit, it wasn't intentional and this is the first time i did. i don't know how to deal in this situation but i'll try. i'm taking responsibility of this because i made you feel all stupid and idiotic.

i always leave you on delivered because i was nervous as fuck. didn't know what to do. scared to see it. when you were asking me to forgive you, i didn't say anything about it because i was mad. but still, didn't excuse shit. i'm sorry for not telling you anything about me or anything i hate.

i'm sorry for projecting onto you and attributing these unnecessary emotions onto you. i know i made you feel idiotic for trying to make me forgive you. all i want is trying to make you feel loved and cared just like what you did to me but it's hard to try to show affection still.

And i also should stop projecting and making everything about me. still learning about all of these stuff and i'll try to stop being slooby and shit. You're scared of love, yet you show affection better then i do and i'm.. really gonna try, like how you did for me."

You both went quiet for a bit. "are we.. are we okay?" tzuyu asked, so quiet you barely heard it, but you nodded. "i'm still yours, tzu." a sigh of relief left her lips, "thank god." you had both removed your seatbelt once the speeches started.

Knowing you would rather look at each other in a situation like this and face each other, tzuyu placed her forehead on yours, as it went quiet once more, both of your eyes shutting. "i love you" "i love you too, tzu."

"can we go home now?" she mumbled, pulling away slightly, but stayed very, close to you. Placing a hand on your cheek. You nodded. "do you still trust me?" "..yes?" "are you sure?" "i still do, but not as much as before"

She could only hum and nod, swallowing thickly, although it hurt, tzuyu knew she had it coming. "i'll gain it back." you smiled slightly as chuckled. "go for it, tiger." "hey! that's chaeyoung!" you shook your head and smiled.

Both of you relived that your relationship was okay. Now with how quickly you guys solved it in person, you were now sure, you're moving to korea.

[practically-an-x-man]

👻💢🍧🍁🌏📣 💗 for Nikoletta and Katherine? (Sorry it's a lot lol)

Ooooh thank you!! And don't apologize for it being a lot, I love a chance for a good OC ramble :D

OC Emoji Asks

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Nikoletta: No. She's so deep in "haunted history" from her voodoo scam in New Orleans, she's fully convinced it's all a load of shit. Once or twice, she's had an experience that's rattled her a little more, but she'd never admit that.

Katherine: Yes. At this point, she's had so much exposure to magic and gods and other supernatural events, it would be almost stupid to try and claim ghosts couldn't exist when so much else clearly does.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Nikoletta: She subconsciously tries to control the conversations she's a part of. It's mainly a survival reflex, but she'll duck around questions she doesn't want to answer and try to flip the focus back to the other person instead. It makes extended conversations a little difficult with her, at least at first.

Katherine: She takes on way more projects than she can actually balance, then gets frazzled and scatter-brained about finishing them. If she's bouncing off the walls with some unexplained anxiety, it probably means she's stressing herself over finishing something and can't handle anything else right now - even just suggesting going out for a walk is another thing to think about, so it's best just to let her take the lead for a while.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Nikoletta: No. She had hardly anything growing up, which already makes it more difficult to hold onto things for sentiment, and on top of that her personal belongings were lost/stolen while she was captive in STAR Labs and she had to start completely fresh once she escaped.

Katherine: Oh, of course! She's got her old comic book collection, a lot of childhood drawings, some stuffed animals... she probably wouldn't be too upset about losing one of those things, shit happens and objects do wear out over time, but it would crush her to lose it all.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Nikoletta: Early fall. College football and milder weather brings in a lot of tourists, so it's usually her most lucrative few weeks out on the street (it's about the only time of year where she can count on 3 meals a day and a decent roof over her head). And in Belle Reve, the seasons don't matter much since she's effectively always inside

Katherine: Summer. It reminds her of home, and she can't stand how cold New York gets in the winter anyway (especially compared to Memphis)

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Nikoletta: I think she wouldn't realize how attached she is to the person she loves to even make this decision. She's so used to being alone that she's more than a little rusty with having someone to care about like that, so she's more likely just to freeze up entirely.

Katherine: She would, and not even in a romantic-love context. She'd do anything for her friends or family... and actually gets awfully close to this sort of decision in the climax of Who Waits Forever Anyway?. She doesn't give up the world, but she does come awfully close to giving up her life for the people she loves.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Nikoletta: Not very loud. She speaks clearly, but she only speaks when she needs to (in her mind, superfluous chatter makes her seem less powerful or respectable, it breaks the illusion of her being "above" the others). She has a clear New Orleans accent (not Cajun, but Deep South) since she spent her whole life there, and her voice claim is tied to her face claim: Teyonah Parris.

Katherine: A little louder than average, mainly because she gets very exuberant when she's excited. She also has a Southern accent, though hers is a slightly milder Tennessean drawl as opposed to Nikoletta's Deep South. I don't have a particular voice claim for her right now.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

Nikoletta: As I said before, she doesn't really process how much someone means to her since she's spent so much time on her own and putting a mask up over her emotions like she does. Still, though, I think it's obvious to others - when the antisocial ice-queen that is Nikoletta suddenly starts lingering near another random, equally-antisocial prisoner, even performing such bizarre acts as smiling and holding hands, you know something's up.

Katherine: Oh, it's so damn obvious. She's the queen of pining. She doesn't do flings since she's ace, so a genuine crush is a very deep, emotional thing for her. It's very obvious: she's all smiley, she keeps talking about them, her art ends up being a lot more romantic for a while since she's always thinking about them. When she's genuinely in love, she's settled a bit from that whole butterflies-crush stage, though she still talks about her S/O a lot

[uncloseted]

I used to think I had ADHD bc it's so hard for me to get schoolwork done, but Ive realized that I really just procrastinate bc I'm scared of starting an assignment and failing. I mainly procrastinate on essays and projects bc it's usually a challenge and also a sum of everything you have learned in class, and I get scared because I feel like I'm not equipped to do it. So I avoid avoid avoid and do it last minute. Sometimes I get really good marks actually! So it proves that I am actually

Equipped to do the assignment even if I do it super late. But, I'm wondering how I can drill into my head to just DO the thing and not be terrified that I'm going to fail and avoiding it for fear of confronting the truth that I'm a "failure" and can't do the assignment (logically I know this isn't true but emotionally my brain automatically doesn't believe it).

Yes! Perfectionism is such a huge reason why people procrastinate and I don't think people talk about it nearly as much as they should.

The first thing I would do when dealing with procrastination from perfectionism is to remind yourself that the outcome of your work isn't a reflection of your worth as a person. You can be loved and worthy even if you aren't perfect at everything you do. I think oftentimes, people who struggle with perfectionism feel like being perfect at things is a necessary part of their identity, but we aren't our successes and failures. Letting go of the idea that the outcome of tasks define us makes it easier to complete work. And when you do fail at things, try to reframe what that means in your mind. Instead of "failing this exam means I'm a failure as a person", maybe try reframing it as "failure is a normal part of life. If I never fail, then I'll never be able to grow."

When you're starting an assignment, try and set reasonable goals and standards for yourself. Of course you want to give each assignment your best and get 100% on everything, but what's the bare minimum that would get you to achieve your goal? If you have a class you're taking, what's the bare minimum that you would need to get on this assignment and still pass the class? Figuring out what would be good enough can help to combat that feeling that the world is ending when an assignment isn't perfect. It can also help you to get started, since you can remind yourself that it doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to get done. Give yourself permission to make mistakes and remind yourself that you can always go through it again at the end and improve it if you need to.

In terms of general anti-procrastination strategies, there are a few things you can try:

Break your task into small, manageable steps that you can check off a list. These can be as simple as "open document" and "write name at the top of the paper". The more little tasks you do successfully, the more you'll feel like you can do.

Commit to only doing a little bit. Maybe you'll just do one step that's on your list, or you'll do two minutes of work. Usually, after that time is up, you'll feel like you've gotten over the hump of starting a new task and you can keep going. But if not, let yourself take a break. You've at least gotten a little something done, which is better than nothing.

Reward your progress. Once you get to pre-set milestones in the task you're going (like you've finished five of the small steps on your list, or you've finished writing a paragraph of an essay), give yourself a little treat. It sounds silly, but if you can train yourself to associate doing work with getting a treat, it's easier to start doing the work.

And more than anything else, I think it's important to be kind to yourself. If you had a friend that was struggling the way that you are now, what would you say to them? You'd tell them that they're capable of completing the assignment and even if it doesn't go well, they're not a failure of a person, right? Try to talk to yourself that same way when you're trying to get through doing an assignment. It will feel silly at first, but the more that we practice kindness and compassion towards ourselves, the easier it becomes to do it, and the more we believe the things we tell ourselves.

[discluded]

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

🫂🫂🫂 right back at you friend

also omg OK hold on I'm just gonna answer all of you at once

@ shit talk in person anon - yes, some of that but also there didn't seem to be a single person he didn't have something negative to say about either. I'm kind of surprised Poi thought she'd be exempt from all of it. Listen, piece of life advice, if there's someone in your life (usually a friend) who seems to shit talk like dozens and dozens of people they interact with to you, especially when you don't know them or are questioning why that annoys them, then there's a 100% likelihood they're also trash talking you behind your back too. Dump those people.

@ how can you love someone you don't know anon & @ adamant that he is innocent anon - they don't really love him or know him, they treat him like a doll they can control. I believe you sent this before the new text leaks today, but Bob continued to encourage them to give him expensive gifts and form these parasocial bonds with him while others like Apo intentionally try to draw these lines between the personal and the professional and discourage this kind of fan behavior. A lot of times, these types of "fans" (stalkers, tbh, maybe digital stalkers) don't really have control over negative situations in their life and want to treat someone famous like a doll they can control and claim they're the reason that idol/actor/musician is famous. It's for their own psychological gratification. That's also why they see exposing Bob's behavior is a direct attack on them personally.

@ fandom isn't what it used to be anon - i don't think it's meaningful to say things are worse or better, let's just say that things will always continue to change. People who loved KinnPorsche were around more when the show was airing and then left (reasonably because the project finished), people split off to support their own favorites' new projects, which is also reasonable! Sooner rather than later now, there will be MA fans who have never watched KinnPorsche, there will be Jeff fans who're only around for his music, etc. New projects will bring in new fans to the actors, and bring those fans to their old projects too. That's why it's important to keep supporting their work.

But I will say how factious the fandom is directly caused by Bob intentionally sowing discord and tension between different fan groups. The translated texts show that he was purposefully initiating it and gleeful that it succeeded 🤷🏻‍♀️ You can't save things that are rotten at the core and he rotted it.

@ nobody spoke up anon - i don't like to give attention to toxic solos (and they locked their account anyway) but from what I understand, they meant no one spoke up for A not being at the promo shoot because Daemi intentionally booked it on a day he had other professional obligations. It's one of those "we need to protect Apo boo hoo it's us (his fans) and him against the world" in their usual deranged strain. Apo did take to Twitter to criticize Daemi when it originally happened which was in April, and Daemi was finally ousted from BOC in July after the SH situation on set was exposed.

Given that Bob intentionally told Poi to make up some excuse as to why Apo couldn't be at the shoot and then make BOC (who was unaware of this situation) take on the burden of explaining it, they probably had as many excuses lined up the day of the shoot as needed in preparation for any questions other actors might have had about why Apo wasn't there. Of course all of us are angry Bob did this to Apo, but to criticize the other actors, who had no final say in the product or knowledge this was happening, is absurd. Why Pond went along with it is another question

[awesomedurraworld]

The Bear is sick.

cover doesn't belong to me.

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

Gen

Fandoms:

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga

Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types

Relationship:

Edward Elric & Roy Mustang

Characters:

Edward Elric

Roy Mustang

Mrs. Hanna

Additional Tags:

Parental Roy Mustang

soft Roy Mustang

caring Roy mustang

Roy Mustang loves children

Foster Parent Roy Mustang

Foster Care

Edward Elric is a child here

Edward Elric needs love

Hurt Edward Elric

Sick Edward Elric

Sickfic

Bedtime Stories

Chicken Soup

Head pats

I think there was a kiss too? Don't remember

Been while since I wrote this haha

Asshole CPS worker

hinted Royai

yesss

also

This was like written in February

And it’s so tiny

But enjoy tiny stuff and love them

Just like you love Eddie Elric

Who speaks like a person who doesn't know English the poor baby

He came from an abusive home

Aka HO WAS AN ABUSIVE MAN

ha

Also the story they read is a childhood book that my mama read to me when I was a just a tiny girl

Fluffy with tiny Angst

Happy Ending

Summary:

“ Da bear... sick.” “ huh?” “ Da... Beaher Ss sick.” “Okay, chum! get comfortable.” Roy fixed his position to be closer to Ed and took a hold of the big book, “ The Bear is Sick.” he read the title before he opened the first page. Or! Roy Mustang decided one morning to be a foster parent, and tonight he is taking care of his five year old sick foster child.

Hi guys! 💖

Posting this here to give a little shoutout to my stories haha. My story, The Bear Is Sick is heavily inspired by the storybook “ the bear feels sick.” ( or The Bear Is Ill in some Countries)

Growing up, my Mama used to read me and my siblings story books, and this book was one of them, and since I could remember, I was always mesmerized by its wonderful water coloring like illustrates, and it’s sweet story.

Around October last year I was cleaning our library when I found this book and got inspired, I doodled few drawing and in February I wrote little Edward owning the book.

This silly cute draft was sitting in my noted app, till the end of June, where I finished it up and posted it on the first of July!

My story is short, being less than 3k words, but it is one of the most loved ones that I have posted this year! In my fic, I kinda of scratched the surface of the situation that, unfortunately, a lot of kids and teens will go through. I am not a fostered child and never experienced it, I have built it based on my researched facts and the stuff my online friend told me about her experience.

Remember, if you can help those teens and kids, please do! Donations ( money, clothes, bags, food, whatever you can!) can make a human’s life better. If you can't give them something physically then give them a prayer and if you weren't a believer then just send them some good thoughts.

( um, if you can leave a comment? 👀 because, like, we All have a very hard life and I kinda want something to make me smile? 🫣 i swear I am not this petty usually but oh well)

See ya at Ao3, peeps 🫡❤️💖

[generalsnivy]

It's a beautiful, sunny day and this Typhlosion family was trying to figure out how they could take advantage of this gorgeous day and entertain their two children. After pondering for a bit, Daddy Typhlosion came up with the idea that they should spend this day at the beach. Momma Hisuian Typhlosion agreed and then informed the kids that they were all going to spend the day at the beach. Cyndaquil and his older Quilava brother were excited and ran to grab a couple of things for their trip, which were, a little inner tube, some water wings, a pair of swimming goggles, and a life jacket, just to be on the safe side. Daddy Typhlosion also brought a big Pawmot beach ball for the kids to play with once they finished swimming in the ocean and were ready to get out of the water. Needless to say, it was a fun day under the sun for everyone and everyone had a blast swimming in the ocean, relaxing under the sun's rays in the soft, white sand, and playing with the beach ball by passing it around to one another and bouncing it around. Thankfully, the ball never fell into the ocean, which otherwise would've been swept away by the ocean's currents, which would've made both Cyndaquil and Quilava sad.

It's not often that you see fire-type Pokemon go to the beach for a swim, but when it does happen, It's a rare sight. Even if they cannot swim, technically speaking, it doesn't mean that they can't learn how, even if it's just for fun.

This was another fun one to work on as I gained more experience drawing the Cyndaquil evolutionary line. Drawing both the Johtonian and the Hisuian Typhlosions was a big pain in the behind due to drawing them facing to the side as there are hardly any official pieces of artwork for either of them in this position that I could use for reference. After a little bit of pondering, I decided to use the Typhlosion I had in Pokemon Violet as a stand-in and take an in-game screenshot of what I needed. One thing worth noting about taking pictures of your Pokemon in Scarlet and Violet is that they are notorious for not cooperating when it comes to taking photos as they either get the zoomies and circle around the player or decide to take a nap. Thankfully, my Typhlosion was cooperative just long enough for me to get the picture I needed, which, believe it or not, only took me about a minute as he stood there, staring into space, before deciding to take a nap shortly after taking the picture. Once I got what I needed, I used said picture as a reference to get a better idea of how I could go about drawing both Typhlosions in that position. Another thing worth mentioning is that both Johtonian and Hisuian Typhlosions share their basic anatomy, the only difference being, canonically, is their height as Hisuian Typhlosion is a couple of inches shorter than the Johtonian one. Plus, the patterns on the Hisuian one's head and chest area are a little bit different but share the same structural integrity for their skull.

Other than the Typhlosions being difficult to draw, as per usual, Cyndaquil and Quilava weren't too bad in comparison. It took a bit of time to figure out the best way to draw them walking, especially for Quilava as I wanted to draw them walking on their hind legs, much like a Typhlosion can. I had a lot of fun drawing their swimming gear as well, which are; Cyndaquil's inner tube and Quilava's water wings, life jacket, and swimming goggles. I originally planned on giving Quilava a snorkel with his goggles, but after sketching it out, it didn't look right to me, so I opted out of that plan and just stuck with what I had on him. Drawing Cyndaquil's inner tube was a lot of fun as I experimented with having a transparent top half of the floaty and a solid pattern on the bottom half, underneath the transparent part of the ring. The color choices for the inner tube and inner tube skirt are a reference to Quaquaval's feathers on their body as well as the tips of their wings and tail.

Overall, this was a fun little project and the experience gained was worth the hassle of nailing both Johtonian and Hisuian Typhlosion's anatomy. It was also worth practicing drawing perspectives when it came to the environment. (I still need a lot more practice when it comes to this, but even so.) Plus, I always enjoy drawing inflatables such as pool toys and balloons.

[mzjosef]

when i'm talking to anyone my eyes dart all over the place as i think so i'll go with that. but usually i look into peoples eyes when they're talking, just in general.

someone i was a witness for lost a civil court case because the judge believed a total liar and loser of a person that couldn't even prove they were in the right. this was years ago, lol

jesus shitting christ this is dark. i probably wouldn't call anybody because i dont need my possibly last moment to be traumatizing for somebody.

are you good, dude? i'd tell my family and friends and then tell my job and quit, then challenge myself to finish my video game project in 1 month

can't have love without trust, brother

yeah i save the dog. fuck my boss. and not even in this context, just, fuck my boss

i'd rather be hurt by the one i trust, because it meant there was a very good reason for it and we're both better off, probably.

if it was my best friend i'd be extremely concerned about his marriage. reject him of course. if it was a female friend i think it would be worth exploring!

no, she was very sick and became a not very nice person in her old age.

yes. i constantly aspire to be the best friend i could be and i would want a type of friend like that too.

its not for everyone, but for me one of my primary "love languages" is sex and physical touch. but i couldn't have sex without love.

i wouldn't offer my job unless i had a way to supplement my own income/had another job lined up, but i'd definitely do what i could to persuade them not to fire my friend.

it was a very difficult conversation and it ultimately ended the relationship.

i've never told someone that i do not love them. telling someone you love them is pretty embarrassing though if it's weird or they don't feel the same way, so that might be harder just due to fear of rejection. :x

hardest would be giving up my eye sight. i think about this sometimes. it'd be a nightmare.

i told my cat fiona.

nothing. i wouldn't change a thing in the last month, as difficult as it's been.

i have a friend that's insane and carries at least 4 - 7 knives on his person at any given moment, and sometimes a firearm. if i was stuck with anyone in a foxhole i'd want it to be him.

no, because i don't know how to do CPR and i'd end up killing them. i'm not a medical professional, next question

THERE'S NO NUMBER 20

UHH WOULD YOU RATHER FIGHT 100 SMALL DUCKS OR 1 BIG GOOSE shut up dude

in some ways yeah. when i was young i was always ahead of the curve in terms of tech, my ideas on society, my political views... now that i'm old not much has changed there and now i'm old fashioned.

all the time, i don't expect shit. i'm just some asshole

listen. love is hard and with it comes pain sometimes. but i need love. pain be damned.

i wish this survey would end i think it was a mistake

Deep Questions

1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?

2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?

3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?

4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?

5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust.

6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?

7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?

8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say?

9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not?

10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?

11. Does love = sex?

12.Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not?

13.When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?

14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?

15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?

16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you?

17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why?

18.Imagine it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?

19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?

21.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision?

22. Are you old fashioned?

23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?

24.Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?

25.If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?