#IM STILL SURPRISED TO SEE YOU COME ROUND HERE AFTER SO LONG WHAT

[dusty-pistol]

Dusty every now and then you remind me why Dialtown is cool

But specifically your side of Dialtown 😌

BLURR?? HELLO? IT'S BEEN AGES OMG, HOWDY!!!! WAVES AT YOU SUPER FAST!!

Sorry, sorry, gotta compose myself, but thank you!! Admittedly, I dunno what my side of Dialtown is, but I'm super glad you think it's cool!!

[dear-slim]

i just keep thinking about Eminem reacting to this new rapper girl (that he have been helping out in the music industry) and she releases a new song that is full Slim Shady Coded and he gets shock

(me & friend keeps talking abt this but we can't find anywhere a fic like itt

Warnings: swearing

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

A/N - MY FIRST REQUEST 😍😍 I gotchu boo, and excuse the cringe song name I made up at 10pm, half drunk and half asleep.

Also ChatGPT made these lyrics so don’t mind me

And, I wasn’t sure what you meant by slim shady coded, like, as in, something slim would sing or something related to him.

Dating another rapper wasn’t really what you expected when you joined the industry. Of course, it came with its classic ‘she’s only famous coz of Em’ bullshit, but you never paid mind to it.

Both you and your boyfriend knew perfectly well that you were a hit even before he’d entered the scene with you. All he’d done was promote your music with you, all of which was your own shit.

In his own words, he’d done nothing but be a good and supportive boyfriend, and he was right. Now, you usually ran your songs past Em, you wanted to know his thoughts and if he could make them better. After all, trust the pro, right?

But this song was a little different. You didn’t even know how you’d managed to keep it under the wraps, writing down lyrics in your notebook and staying up past when Em had fallen asleep to brainstorm lyrics.

Em was a key part of your life, he was helping your throughout the rough patches in your career, and the little surprise you’d planned was definitely something he deserved.

“Yo Em,” he heard a voice as he walked into the studio. Usually he’d hang with you, so he was pretty surprised when he heard a male voice coming from behind him, as he turned to see his long-time friend, 50.

“What’s good?” Em said, a little dazed, as he gave his friend a fist bump nonetheless. “Was just listening to some samples from your girl,” 50 explained as Em raised a brow.

“Some samples, hm? What song? She ain’t been writing one for a bit,” Em said, his eyes narrowed a little suspiciously. Em managed to catch a CD that 50 had thrust had thrust chest, as he walked over to the player, still a little bemused.

It was unlike you to keep a song hidden from him, as the tune to some song started.

Welcome to the circus, where the clowns run free,

Life’s a wicked game, and I’m holding the key.

Got the world on a string, watch the puppets dance,

In a realm of absurdity, I’ll take my chance.

Holy shit, that was crazy. He hadn’t expected a sudden change of style…and wow, it was damn hot, actually. He found his cheeks tinged a slight pink ad he thought about it, how you’d look in the studio, with the lyrics…

Yo, I’m rolling with the Shady, chaos in his eyes,

Life’s a wild ride, no need for disguise.

He’s a lyrical genius, wrapped up in a mess,

With a heart full of fire, but he’s got his stress.

He’s the king of the madness, got me feeling alive,

In a world of illusions, he’s the one who’ll survive.

With every twist and turn, I’m right by his side,

In this rollercoaster life, it’s a hell of a ride.

Em had to genuinely take out the CD, coz this was madness. He’d have never expected to see this from his girlfriend, even if you were a badass rap artist, but this was crazy. And extremely hot, at the same time.

“50! I said wait til I was here to show him,” he heard your voice as he turned round, eyes locking in yours, his lips parted in shock slightly as you flashed him a grin. “So?” you said, asking for his opinion as he spluttered, unable to formulate a sentence.

“Im taking that as a good sign,” you laughed nervously as he coughed. “A good sign?” he said, jaw going slack as he stared at you, “baby, this is amazing, this is gold!”. A proud smile jumped to your face at his words, cheeks tinged red.

“You think?” you asked a little sheepishly. “I think? No, baby, I know!” he said, hands coming to squeeze at your shoulders. This was gonna be a damn hit, and he was not complaining. Simply, just, further proof his girl deserved to be in the game.

[khaylin27]

i can fix him (no really i can)

pairing: logan howlett x grey reader

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: y/n grey believed that she could 'change' logan from loving her sister, jean.

warnings: unhealthy relationship, one-sided love, death, mentions of sex

author's note: i know this was supposed to be a dick grayson x reader fic but IM OBSESSED with hugh jackman/logan howlett rn 😭

The smoke cloud bills out his mouth

Like a freight train through a small town

The jokes that he told across the bar

Were revolting and far too loud

After a long week of teaching students, the teachers decided to go to a local bar for drinks. Logan, your boyfriend, was sitting next to you as he smoked bills out of his mouth like a freight train through a small town. You hated that he smoked so much, even at the school.

"I'm going to get us some refills on our drinks," Logan nods and you leave Logan to get another round of drinks for your friends.

As you're waiting for the bartender to get your drinks, you watch Logan telling loud jokes to Jean across the bar. It hurt seeing Jean, your sister, talking to your boyfriend knowing he still had feelings for her. Jean already had Scott so why couldn't she be content with him.

Once the bartender is done making your drinks, you head back to Logan and give him his drink. "Thank you Y/N." Logan takes his drink and continues to talk to Jean. You noticed every time Logan was near Jean, he would call you by your name instead of the regular pet names he had for you.

You didn't want to third wheel in their conversation, "I'm going to be with Scott and Ororo." Logan just ignores you, too deep into the conversation with Jean. You press a small kiss to his cheek before heading to Scott and Ororo.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

"What a surprise, you've come to visit us Dimples," Scott says sarcastically while throwing darts at the dart board. "I'm surprised you've come over here. You're usually with the love of your life, Logan."

Ororo notices that you aren't feeling Scott's jokes right now, "Scott stop being a douche bag."

Scott stops playing with the darts and looks at the situation. You were here with them instead of being with your boyfriend. Jean was with your boyfriend instead of being with Scott.

"How long have they been talking?" Scott asks jealously.

You turn around and still see Jean and Logan talking. "For an hour I'm guessing."

"Why do you stay with him Y/N? He obviously still has feelings for Jean." Scott shakes his head at the sight he's seeing.

"The same reason you're staying with Jean, Scott. She loves him as much as you love Jean. That's Y/N's man." Ororo explains to Scott.

Scott looks at you disappointed, "God, help you Y/N."

"It's okay Scott." You smile softly. "I can fix him."

"You've been saying that for a while now Y/N," Scott emphasizes. "At one point you should give up."

"No really, I can." Logan walks right next to you and smiles at you. "And only I can." You smile back at Logan before you guys decide to head home.

The dopamine races through his brain

On a six-lane Texas highway

His hands so calloused from his pistol

Softly traces hearts on my face

Instead of taking the quick route back to the school, Logan decides to take you through the back ways. You always enjoyed taking the back ways because it gave you guys time to talk about anything.

"What were you and Jean talking about?" You ask curious about their long conversation.

Logan glances at you and then back at the road. "Nothing you should be worried about Sweets." He grins at you before adding on. "Just the students and the team. That's it."

You weren't convinced by his response, you knew Logan. When he had the opportunity to talk to Jean by herself he wouldn't waste it on talking about the students or the team."

Logan can see that you weren't convinced by his answer. His response to your question was a lie. He wasn't talking to Jean about the students or the team, they were talking about him and Jean being together. They were both in healthy relationships but Logan and Jean wanted each other.

Once Logan parks his Mustang in the garage, his calloused hands softly trace hearts on your face. "You know I love you Y/N right? And there's nothing else Jean and I talked about at the bar."

And I could see it from a mile away

A perfect case for my certain skill set

You could see it from a mile away that Logan was still lying. Logan was down bad for Jean even if he denies it, you knew.

Choosing to ignore the red flags, you agree with what Logan tells you. "I know you love me, Lo." You smile softly. "It's just Scott being an older brother and messing with me."

"What did he say?" Logan asked.

You heavily sigh, "He was just asking me why I'm still with you even though you still have feelings for my sister."

"He should focus on his own relationship instead of ours." Logan exclaims.

"And that's what I told him. You're my man and I love you no matter what." You smile at him and kiss him one last time before going into the school to go to sleep.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

Little did you know, your relationship with Logan would come crumbling down. Jean sacrificed herself to buy the others time to escape. Everyone was saddened by the death of Jean, but Logan was impacted really hard.

When Jean passed, Logan pushed you away while he was still pretending to be okay. He would do anything to avoid you. He moved his stuff back into his room, changed classrooms, and avoided going on missions with you.

One night you were sitting on the couch, eating ice cream to cope with not only the loss of your sister but your lover slipping away from you as well. You usually sit in the living room by yourself when you tuck all the students to sleep. That was something Jean used to do for the students.

Too lost in sadness that you didn't even notice Rogue enter the living room. "Y/N." Rogue says softly.

You wipe the tears that were falling down your face and answer Rogue. "Rogue! Why are you still awake?"

"I couldn't sleep." That was something you were used too as well since Logan distanced himself. "Could I stay with you and eat ice cream?"

"Yeah," you smile softly. "Go get a spoon and we'll share."

Once Rogue gets herself a spoon, you put the ice cream tub in the middle to share. While sharing, you ask Rogue how Logan is doing. You knew the relationship Rogue had with Logan was a father-and-daughter relationship. You also had a similar mother and daughter relationship with her as well.

"He's doing the best he can. He's been taking over classes for Scott while he's grieving." Rogue continues eating the ice cream while you stay silent. "Are you two okay? Why don't you talk to him or use your powers? I'm worried about my parents." Rogue jokingly adds.

Your powers were to able to hypnotize other people but you never wanted to use them unless you had to. "We're doing okay Ro." You wrap your arms around her. "Your parents are okay. We just need time to grieve that's all."

She shakes her head at your response. Rogue knew how much of a bad liar you were. "God, I wish I could take your pain away. I can take powers but not pain. You lost your sister and now Logan too."

"Hey, I'm not losing Logan." You try to convince not only her but yourself as well. "I can fix him." Rogue gives you a questionable look. "No, really, I can."

"And only I can."

Good boy, that's right,

come close

I'll show you Heaven if

you'll be an angel, all night

It's been two years after Jean's death, and your relationship with Logan had gotten better until Jean came back from the dead. She killed Scott and then made out with your boyfriend in the lab before almost killing him. Then she killed Professor Xavier and teamed up with Magneto to stop the anti-mutant vaccine.

You were currently on the island where the vaccine was being held. Everyone was evacuating as Jean, not being herself, was about to attack.

"Logan you need to stop her." You yell at him due to the loud surroundings.

"I can't." He pauses before saying the truth. "I love her. I love her more than I ever known."

Tears were falling from your eyes as Logan told you his true feelings. "I know." You walk to him and give him a hug. While hugging him, you use your control powers to command him to do what needs to be done.

Logan is in a hypnosis state while he kills Jean to save everyone. Once he's out of the hypnosis state, Logan screams in anger when he realizes he killed Jean.

"You tricked me Y/N!" He goes to you and starts shouting at you. "You made me kill her!"

You smile sadly before touching him once again, you hypnotize him once again to make him calm down and forget about Jean's death.

Once you're home, you cuddle with Logan to comfort him. "Good boy, that's right." You smile and comb Logan's fluffy hair. "I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all night."

Logan smiles before you two make out and have passionate sex.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

No, really, I can.

They shook their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I told 'em he's my man (I told 'em he's my man)

But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can)

Woah, maybe I can't

A couple months after Jean's actual death and you hypnotizing him into thinking he didn't kill her, he started having dreams of her. The dreams were vivid memories of him killing Jean. He didn't believe it at first so he asked everyone at the school. "You need to ask Y/N, she'll know the answer," Ororo tells Logan.

Logan asked you one day about what actually happened to Jean and you couldn't keep up with hypnotizing him. Using your powers daily took a toll on your physical health and you told Logan the truth.

When Logan knew the full truth, he left. He couldn't be around someone who had been hypnotizing him for months about something he did. Once Logan left, Ororo went to your room to check how you were doing. You were sulking.

"I told you it would end badly," Ororo tells her. She enters your room and sits right next to you.

"He's my man. I thought I could fix him," You smile sadly before coughing hard. Ororo gets your meds from your drawer and gives them to you with a glass of water.

"Maybe, I can't"

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[nislost]

yapper | chapter 8

(written + smau)

hearing a soft knock on your door you check to see who it is first and see jeno fidgeting with the books in his hands nervously. you open the door and greet him “hi come in! sorry if you felt forced to come here” you give him an apologetic face. jeno immediately shakes his head “don’t apologize! this will honestly let us have better one on one time!”

you giggle and point towards your soft pink couch “you can sit and get comfortable, i’m gonna go get us drinks and snacks” you say quickly before heading to the kitchen and then coming back. “okay let’s start!” you plop down next to him your bare thigh slightly touching his clothed one.

an hour and a half passes and you’re bored. “jeno do you wanna do something fun instead” you say out of the blue and look towards him. jeno blushes “i-i thought you said after you’d pass a math test we’d do that���” his eyes are wide “i didn’t prepare anything…sorry” he looks at you with round eyes apologetically before looking at you confused hearing you giggle.

“omg i cant. jeno i didn’t mean anything like that!” you giggle causing jeno to become flustered and cover his face in embarrassment. “this is so embarrassing…” his muffled voice comes through his hands. you lean over and pull his hands away from his face “unless you want to do something similar to that” you say in a low voice. jeno stares at you surprised by your words “um i-i’m not sure” he stutters looking away from you “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do” you giggle.

“sorry i don’t think im ready right now” he looks down at his lap in shame as he plays with the strings of his sweats. “don’t apologize!” you smile at him softly and grab his chin to look at you. his eyes widen at the sincerity in your voice. “baby i’m not gonna make you do anything you want” you giggle getting up from your spot to stretch.

“but we really need to take a break my ass hurts from sitting down for so long” you whine. jeno clears his throat still embarrassed from earlier “u-um are you hungry?” he asks pulling his phone out to search up any restaurants near your place. “you know what i kinda am” you turn to look at him “there’s this really good street taco place i know” you suggest.

jeno looks up at you and smiles “do you wanna go i’ll pay” he asks getting up. you giggle at his excitement “i’d never say no to free food” you say before heading to your room to put at least a jacket on. you come out excited “okay let’s go!”

notes: me when the motivation is hitting me rn

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[valentine-cafe]

Any tips for those who want to create ocs/ start writing? I have been thinking about writing for a long time but Im stuck on where to start

﹙ 🍒. ﹚ ─── Hello darling! I hope this finds you well. I'll start with the oc question and then transcend into where to start with writing. Buckle up this ended up being so much longer than anticipated.

Tips for OC CREATION

Get inspiration. This seems like an obvious one, but you'll be surprised how much I forget to do this at times. Start with a small idea. For example, you want to make a baker oc? Pinterest is your best friend. Make a board, start saving everything to do with baking; whether you have any other concrete ideas or not. Just start saving images. You'll start stringing together a theme as you go. Maybe you'll discover that this baker really loves flowers. Which then comes the quesion - why do they love flowers? Or maybe you'll discover that this baker has a bakery along the seaside. Once more the question comes up - why? From here you'll be able to create a blurp for your character and a basis as a whole. Remember, don't force inspiration! This can be tricky, but let it come naturally. 

Don't be afraid to play around with ideas. Sometimes we tend to focus too much on 'things ,making sense'. This robs a lot of the creative process. While yes certain things should make sense, but don't hold each and every one of your ideas to this standard. Throw a bunch of ideas to the wall and see which ones stick! You never know what unique idea you could end up creating. Even if they don't make sense at first. Just jot them all day and find a way to loop them. As stated, some ideas may stick and some may not. 

Get an appearance. I find that figuring out how a character looks after your basis really helps with envisioning them more. Note: I only look for appearances after I have my basis and general ideas as listed above. Because this helps the appearance process. Remember our flower loving baker on the seaside from earlier? Well, maybe their eyes are blue like the ocean. Maybe their skin is sunkissed because of the warm weather. Maybe they keep their hair short too because of this. Of course, you still have free reign here too. Don't be afraid to give your character some bizzare quirks. Different colours eyes? Hair? Peculiar birthmarks? Go for it. Don't listen to the people who call 'mary sue' every left and right. 

Personality. Chances are with all the steps above you have a general consensus of the personality. But don't just shallow it out to the generals! List down positive, neutral and negative traits. Even morally good characters have negative traits. Even morraly bad characters can have positive traits. Neutral traits are also very important. Also note that you can twist a positive or negative trait to create something different. The positive trait "compassion" can quickly turn sour if the character confuses compassion for letting people walk all over them. The negative trait "deceitful" can turn positive if the character is in a story where deceit protects their general wellbeing as well as their loved ones. I'd suggest checking out this post of 600 personality traits. 

Character quirks. Character quirks are what make your character feel alive. This can be something as simple as: 'he's a midnight snacker and always needs some extra crackers at home because of this.' Play around, mix and match, you'll be able to create even more story with quirks! For example, maybe 'she adores nature and makes sure to thank it whenever she takes from it' why does she do that? Was she taught that? Is it to do with her family? Occupation? Beliefs? I'd suggest checking out this post of 170 character quirks.

Give. Your. Character. Conflict. I'm not saying throw them round the wringer ( although if that's your thing, by all means. Do it. I do it sooo much ). Even if your character is just the casual slice of life character, they need to have something that drives them! Any sort of conflict, big or small, can make a huge impact on making your character feel real. It can be something as simple as 'they are a writer, but have severe procrastination'. You don't have to give them life-changing struggles, but even just a few make the difference. If there is one rule I follow in my character writing journey: to see the beauty of gemstones, you must break them. Much like a gemstone that we break open, when we put a character on a low, aw spectrum - we see what they are all about. Admittedly, I take that saying to a very extreme level but I understand that most simply do not wish to do that. That is perfectly fine. Just weigh your character down in some way. 

Give your character a way of speaking. This seems small but it is one of the most important ones to me. Note down how your character speaks. What language do they speak? How do they speak it? Is there slang? Do they have a certain word or phrase that they repeat? Long sentences or short sentences? Flowery speech or blunt? This will all depend on all of the points above. Accumulate them and give your character a unique voice. This will help you individualise them. It also makes it easier to write with them. Adds so much personality flare!

Have fun! Another one that sounds obvious but can very easily be overlooked. Make sure that you have fun through the process. If the character isn't working out for you or is frustrating, rip it apart and start afresh! There's no shame in that. Howl and I have been planning this book series for almost one and a half years now and do you know how many characters we had to tear down and rebuild? Seong-Jin 9948e was one of them. I hated how his character was, it wasn't working out. I wasn't having fun with him. I had to tear him down to the very bone and reset him. Now? I adore him. You're not obligated to see all of your ideas through. If something's not working out, it's time for a new canvas! At the end of the day, make sure you are creating characters for you that you will love and have fun while doing it. Even with the characters you 'hate' because of morality or whatever it may be. Have fun with them. Have fun in general. 

Phewwww okay. . . now lets get to getting started with writing. 

Tips for getting started with WRITING

Ask yourself the most important question. Why do I want to start writing? It can be simple, it can be grand, regardless of what it is, it's valid. Identify it. Write it down. Just know why you wanna write. That's gonna be your key motivator for when things get rough and cloudy. 

More questions. What do I want to write about? How do I plan on writing this? Identify these key questions as well. Even if they seem obvious, identifying them is a very big step. You'll be able to make your game plan from here. 

Pick a place to write. I'm talking about document/site. There are various options. Howl and I typically use notion to organise and format our writing. There are of course many other options. Microsoft word, Google docs, Grammarly docs, Reedsy.com, hell - even basic notes. Choose somewhere where you will feel comfortable. Play around a bit. 

Write your ideas down. Even if your memory is tip-top, write that idea down the second you get it! Make a folder, make a notebook, do it digitally or not. Just write it down. Have a list of different ideas, even if they seem bareboned. Just write. Them. Down. You'll thank me later. This will be your pretty little writing bank where you can pull ideas out when needed.

Develop the ideas. Blurp them. Mindmap. Get those brain juices pumping! Write down random points and find a way to interconnect them. Even if they do not make sense. Once again, you'll be surprised just how much you can work out of your mind by simply scribbling everything that pops into your brain.

Inspiration is key. As I noted above, inspiration is very important. If anything, I suggest merging this with the previous tip. Go to pinterest, search up writing prompts on different platforms. Combinem link, do what you must. Throw everything into a large mixing pot and stir it up! Have pinterest boards even for you smaller oneshots if that will help you. Llisten to music, this is where majority of my inspiration comes from. Do the things that get your creativity flowing. It might seem cliche or dramatic but on the music standpoint? Classical music is your best friend. It stimulates a certain part of your brain that reallu gets things kicking. 

Practice writing. From my own experience, I have noticed that many writers including myself at times, forget to practice writing. This stems from the idea that you consistently plan and think out your ideas, fully flesh them out and then assume this will see you through. Another big misconception is that simply reading will make you a better writer. While yes, reading is an amazing way to improve your vocabulary, grammar and develop your style from your favourite writers. . . it is not practically practising writing. Here's a writing practice: get yourself a document. Or a paper. Whatever you see fit. Look around you. List down the things around you. Objects, the world out your window. Write about their shapes, their colours. Write what you smell, what you hear, what you see and feel. Make a story from all of these things. This practice in particular will not only be a great starter, but will also help you practise writing with the five senses. There are numerous practises you can pick up. Such as writing a scenario from a song or writing about a certain routine of your character. Identify your weak points and write pieces around them. You must write in order to practice. Seems obvious, right? ( haha ). But we tend to take our work or scheduled writing and assume that as practice. While it can very much be, you're gonna need that extra input!

Research. To tie in with the previous note. Research will aid your weak points. As writers, we write about experiences, about the world, actions. We cannot allow ourselves to write what we do not know. Now, that by now means equates to you studying every topic you can find under the sun, rather, research when necessary. Are you writing a fanfic where the character is of a different ethnicity? Do a little brush up on their culture and some facts around the ethnic background. A piece about a flourist? Learn a little about some flowers. Do you struggle with dialogue? Listen to people speak ( DO NOT LOOK AT MOVIES OR TV SHOWS. ). Listen to people in reality speak. See how they talk. The beautiful thing about writers is that we write about all sorts of corners of life. And so we must understand life itself. 

Routine. I know a lot of us dread schedules. So do I. But this isn't a schedule - it's a routine. Make a habit out of writing. Even if it's simply twenty minutes a day if you cannot sit down and work on what you want. Even if it's just practice. Please, find the time to write at least a little every day. Where you have time, block it out for writing. Make a tummer. Do writing sprints. Make a flow. Like any art form, it must be done consistently. 

No. Forcing. I know this may sound counterimtuitive to the last post but darling. Do not overwork yourself. Do not force yourself. There is a difference between holding yourself accountable to your routine and being hard on yourself. Identify your limits. Know when enough is enough. Take a breather, get some water, close your eyes, walk outside. Don't make this a chore. Again, it is art. Even if it is your job. It is still art, and art is freedom. 

Finish your WIPS. DON'T RUN FROM YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES. Yes, I know that I said do not force yourself, but this is another fine line that you must find balance in. I understand the issue of an idea losing its spark, I do. But hold yourself accountable at times. Complete your work in progresses. Your passion project, that fic you're holding off. At least try to. This will help in the long run of completing writing projcts in general. Because if you do this long enough, you'll develop it into a habit, trust me. I know this all too well. If you have an idea? Write it out! Don't post anything about it until you have all of it written out. This can also help. At times we get too excited with sharing the idea and get lost in all the highs that. . . the idea eventually falls short. And then we feel guilt for not seeing it through. Remember, consistency is key.

Write for youself. Everyone loves validation. I certainly do. Everyone wants to hear a - 'this is so amazing!' However, once more, we have another fine line. Make sure that you are writing for yourself. Make sure that what you are writing is something that aligns with you. Even if you are a fanfic writer taking requests. Find essence in that request and tune it so that you enjoy writing it. Even if you are the only person writing for this specific trope, a specific character, an au, whatever it may be. Write it. Get it out. Have fun with it. Post it. Not only are you doing yourself justice by expressing your creativity, but in the long run - you never know who might need that piece. You never know who might stumble upon it and have their day brighten up. Don't care about how people may receive it, don't care about the absurdity of it. Write it. And have fun while writing it. 

 

I really hope that this helped! I plan on making a little post like this for reader insert writers in particular because it is something that has been on my mind. . . remember, in whatever you do - have fun!

[anton-luvr]

hi ! can i request bf!eunseok giving fem!reader special treatment and friend group!riize realising it and teasing him about it ? thank youu <3

# ANYTHING FOR YOU.

⚝ bf!eunseok x fem!reader | fluff | highschool au, secret relationship au ⚝ note ; im so sorry that this took so long anon T_T im also not sure if its what you were hoping for, so im sorry if its not :') but thank u for requesting! <3

Along with the end of the year, comes final exams, last minute cleaning out your lockers, and of course - school parties.

And with your class being famous for throwing the best school parties, almost everyone in your year had crowded into your classroom.

Tables were pushed aside to make space, only leaving a few in the center for the best game of all - rock, paper, scissors.

But there was a twist, thanks to Sohee's genius but devious mind.

"Whoever loses has to drink my special drink!" he shouted across the noise, waving a plastic cup in the air.

It was definitely special with whatever the hell Sohee mixes in to it.

There was a combination of every soda in the room, along with a spoon of nacho cheese, a splash of chili sauce, dumplings stolen from Anton's lunch, pizza crumbs, and a concerning amount of pickles.

Not only did it smell disgusting, it also looked disgusting.

But hey, you only live once.

So here you were, up next after Wonbin to play the game against Sungchan, who had been winning five games in a row.

"Hey, are you sure?" Eunseok whispers, gently tugging you back towards him by the elbow.

"Yeah, why?" you ask, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Well, don't get me wrong, but you usually lose in rock paper scissors." your boyfriend says sheepishly, laughing when you jokingly punch him in the stomach.

"I'll win this time, just watch." you boasted, practicing your skills by throwing random signs in his face to show just how prepared you were.

"Sure, you'll totally win." Eunseok teases, pinching your cheek lightly.

You'd punch him in the stomach again, but Sohee announces that it's now your turn.

"Wish me luck!" you squeal before walking up to the table, a determined smile on your lips.

"Ready to lose?" Sungchan asks, looking relaxed.

You scoff, stretching your hand out. "You should ask yourself that question." you retort, challenging him.

"Alright, Sungchan vs Y/N! Start!" Sohee shouts, making another cup of his special drink for the loser.

Things get intense the moment Sungchan starts the game off, the brown haired guy mumbling the chant before throwing out the sign of his choice.

You win the first two rounds, and sweet victory was just one more round away.

Until Sungchan won the following two rounds, the results of your game all relying on the final round.

Your lips are pursed together nervously, confidence slipping away as you try to focus harder.

"Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!" he shouts, and you throw a scissor sign.

Sungchan throws out a rock sign at the same time, instantly winning over you while everyone screamed in surprise and disappointment.

Dread fills your chest when you realize you have to drink Sohee's special drink, the boy already making his way over to you with the cursed plastic cup in his hands.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd cheers as you take the cup from Sohee, shifting nervously on your feet.

You peer cautiously into the cup to see a marshmallow from god knows where floating above the greyish-brown liquid, a smear of chili sauce at the side while a bittersweet smell hit your nostrils.

"I added more things! Enjoy!" Sohee sings out before joining in with the crowd to cheer you on.

All you can do is sigh and take a deep breath, eyes closing shut to prepare yourself for the mess you got yourself into.

But the cup has barely touched your lips when you feel someone snatching it right out of your hands, and your eyes fly open to see Eunseok downing it all in one go.

The crowd cheers even louder, screams of 'That's so sweet!' and 'He's so cool!' bouncing off the walls.

You're still blinking in shock as he sets the cup down on the table, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand.

"Not bad." he says casually, shrugging.

The crowd just about loses it at this, and you see people shoving Sohee around and telling him to amp up on the next drink.

"No, no, wait!" he shrieks, waving his arms around for everyone to shut up.

"Why'd you drink it for her? She was going to drink it." he asks, eyebrows raised suspiciously at his best friend.

Eunseok freezes with an awkward smile, face slowly turning red as he tries to come up with an explanation.

"I-I just wanted to try it. That's all." he coughs, eyes glued to the floor.

"Really?" Seunghan butts in, smirking at the both of you. "You and Y/N are starting to look like the fire hydrant outside."

"Well, it's hot in here!" you protest, fanning at your flushed face.

"Yeah, and the drink might make her sick!" Eunseok adds.

The crowd lets out an amused 'Ooooh!' at this, and it's Shotaro's turn to say something.

"Don't you think the drink might've made Wonbin sick too? But you didn't drink it for him. What, are the both of you dating?" he teases, giggling.

"Well, so what if we are?" You blurt.

Eunseok turns to look at you so fast, you could hear a small snap go off in his neck.

Everyone starts screaming at this, the noise making you wince.

"You are?" Anton repeats, eyes wide with surprise. "You're capable of love after all!" he cheers, patting Eunseok on the back.

His face turns impossibly redder as he smiles, scratching the back of his head.

"I knew it! I always knew something was going on between the both of them!" Sohee screeches, running over to squeeze Eunseok in a hug.

"Alright, stop bothering them!" Sungchan hollers, knowing the unwanted attention was probably making the both of you slightly uncomfortable. "Who's next?"

He successfully diverts everyone's attention back to the game, and you let out a sigh of relief when the both of you are left alone.

"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't mean to shout it out like that and I was just surprised because you drank it, and I was-"

Eunseok cuts off your ramble with a kiss to the lips, strong and passionate.

"Don't worry about it," he whispers, smiling softly at you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. "It's about time they knew anyway."

His words make your heart race, and you can't help but avoid his intense stare.

"W-Wasn't the drink bad?" you stuttered, trying to change the topic.

He shrugs again, slowly backing you against a corner of the wall.

"It was fine." he says, so close that you could feel his breath against your lips.

"I'd do anything for you." he whispers, and he presses his lips right against yours.

The fact that there are almost a hundred of other people in the room with you fades out of your mind at the feeling of his lips, so warm and so soft but so aggressive at the same time.

It would be embarrassing if you got caught, but as long as it was with your lovely boyfriend, you wouldn't mind.

He'd do anything for you, and you'd do anything for him too.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart

[heartsoji]

CAN I HAVE A KISS?

synopsis: in which you see him off

starring nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi sae

warning! chigiri's is a little steamy? but its pretty chill

inspired by the song "see you again"

N. SEISHIRO

"uuugh" nagi groaned into your chest as reo rolled his eyes in the background. "dont wanna go.."

you chuckled fondly as you ruffled his fluffy hair. "it'll be over before you know it."

"noooooo" he whined, shoving his tall frame onto your smaller one. "i dont wanna go! i wanna just stay here with youuuu"

"sei! you're crushing me!"

"dont care."

"..reo! help!"

reo sighed as he plucked nagi off of you. "come on, nagi. we've gotta go."

he groaned. "but its so much of a hassle.."

"too bad. say your last words."

he sighed and mumbled something under his breath before turning his attention back to you.

"can i get a kiss?"

"hm?"

"and can you make it last forever?" he puppy eye-d you.

"im about to go to WAR"

"boy."

"and i dont know if im gonna see you again.."

"NAGI! stop being so dramatic! we're leaving soon. hurry it up."

nagi whined, but then turned his attention back to you. "so.. kiss?"

you planted a sweet kiss to his lips as reo cringed in the background. "it'll be over before you know it. i love you, ok?"

nagi nodded and engulfed you in a huge hug. "i love you too."

"ok, loverboy, thats enough. lets go."

"just a few more minutes.."

"WE'RE LEAVING"

C. HYOMA

it had been awkward between you and hyoma lately.

his whole injury thing had taken a toll on not only his mental health and soccer career, but also your relationship.

still, you wanted to see him off nonetheless.

"be safe," you said awkwardly. "hope its fun."

he chuckled stiffly. "thanks."

there was a long pause where neither of you said anything. the air was tense, and you hated it.

"well," you said, "i'll see you when its over, then."

panic flooded his senses as you began to leave. "wait." he said, grabbing your wrist.

when you turned around to look at him, he averted his gaze. "can i have a kiss?"

your eyes widened in surprise.

"..what?"

you hadn't had any form of real communication since he got injured, and now he's suddenly asking for a kiss?

he let go of you. "uh.. sorry. you dont have to if you dont wa-"

you cut him off with a deep kiss, wanting to taste his lips. his eyes widened a little before returning it, hands in your hair.

when you released for air, you whispered, "i'll make it last forever," before going in for a second round.

after you both pulled away, breathless, chigiri smiled and gazed at you gently, caressing a lock of your hair, trying to remain composed, but his red face giving his real mental state away. "well, sounds like this blue lock thing's gonna be like a war. i dont know how long it'll be until i see you again."

you chuckled fondly. "i'll wait for you, hyoma."

his pretty smile caught the attention of passerby. (um mr. no-pda what r u doing but wtv) "ok. thanks."

he turned around to go, but it was you who grabbed his wrist this time.

"i love you, hyoma."

his gaze softened. "i love you too."

I. SAE

"so you're really leaving for spain, sae?" you mumbled, though you already knew the answer. when you got no response, you sighed and pulled him in for a hug. "i'm gonna miss you."

he hugged you back and squeezed you tight. "me too."

"don't forget about me in spain, ok?"

"ok."

"make sure to call me, ok?"

"ok."

"dont forget! ever week, or every day if possible! ok?"

"ok."

you sighed. "i love you, sae."

to the untrained eye, sae's expression remained the same. the same cold, harsh one that could pierce through walls. but to someone experienced like you, you saw how his expression softened ever so slightly. "i love you too."

lip beginning to quiver, you asked, "can i get a kiss?"

he hesitated, as he was in public, but quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

you smiled. "and can you make it last forever? you're about to go to war, y'know."

he rolled his eyes at the dramatic phrasing but gave you a slower, deeper kiss to the lips regardless.

"and i dont know if im gonna see you again!"

he gently pressed a fist to your head jokingly, letting out an 'idiot.' however, although the phrasing wasn't entirely true, he knew exactly what you meant and how you felt. (this guy? mr. no-feelings? ok.) he was sure that he'd see you again at some point, but he had no idea how long that would be. he really wanted to be with you, but he also wanted to pursue his dream, which was nearly within his grasp, and spain was the only place he could do that right now.

you began to tear up. "im really gonna miss you."

"i know. me too."

you were never very good at goodbyes. you didnt even take leaving his house well. but realizing that suddenly, your boyfriend was going to be in a whole different country with a whole different language and a whole different time zone without you, hit you harder than you could've ever expected. it filled you with an indescribable emotion of sadness, fear, emptiness, and more. you didnt want to, as you wanted to stay strong for sae, but you began to cry. tears streamed down your face as your buried your head in his chest, sobbing like a child.

as you cried, your tears on his sweatshirt, you began to wonder if maybe you were annoying sae. maybe he just wanted to leave and get this over with, but you were holding him back and he was just being nice by not turning his back and leaving. however, the way he held you back and pressed a small kiss to your head as he kept you firmly in his grasp told you that although he didnt express it like you did, he, too, was feeling an indescribable feeling. it told you that even though it would be hard, it would work out.

you sighed, laughing slightly, and pulled away from the hug. "well, i guess i'll be seeing you some other time, then."

"i guess so," he answered.

"bye, sae."

"bye, y/n."

you cried on the way home, once you got home, and the days that followed. you felt so lonely now that he was gone, but the daily 'goodmorning,' 'how are you,' and 'goodnight' texts helped you through it. your personal favorite, however, was the daily 'i love you' text.

(spoiler alert: his favorite was the 'i love you too' text)

heartsoji 𑁍 please do not steal, plagiarize, or repost onto any platform. thank you!

[fruitstopia]

❝ save those tears away lil bunny ᵎᵎ ❞

꒰ pairing : mama'gatha x lil ! reader - no pronouns mentioned ꒱ to the anon who requested this... idk if this is silly enough or not. im sorry. im sorry for taking so long too :( also first fic here so teehee!! hope yall like it

youve been crying and agatha doesnt know what to do ! she tried everything and when she said everything she really meant everything.

she tried playing with you , she tried swaying , she tried taking you around the house , she went to google and found a list on what to do but none of that was working . she ' s growing terribly worried and . . well - guilty.

you see , the main reason of your current gloomy mood is because agatha told you that your favourite stuffie flew to las vegas and it ' s having the time of their life 'taking risks' so it doesnt know when it ' s coming back .

which is a lie to 'cheer you' up when in reality it ' s being washed and stuffed toys tend to dry longer than other stuff . it was funny for the first five seconds until she saw your lips trembling .

you being in a younger headspace didn ' t help and it being your most favourite made it worse so now she ' s stuck with a very upset little one.

" oh baby , what am i gonna with you " she looked down as you burried youself into her , tears soaking her mauve sweater

agatha looked examined your nursery , studying every single thing to find something to cheer you up . her eyes glanced over to the toybox she shoved down earlier making all of the things inside to pour on the carpet

various toys you ' ve chosen were there every single one have their own little story with you . different shapes and sizes , unalike materials and use though you love and cherish all of them .

after conteplating to admit defeat and give you the loudest rattle in the world that you somehow love so much - her eyes landed on a certain round fluffy tail that resembles a cotton ball.

Mr . Tails is an older toy of yours that she have gifted to you in the past , mr . tails have black beady eyes and soft grey fur but what ' s really special about him is that he doesnt have his lower body ! he ' s a hand puppet .

" ahh that should do it " agatha muttered to herself . she reached out to grab it while still holding you on her lap caused by the grip you have on her sweater - it doesnt look like you ' re letting go anytime soon , not that she wanted to either .

finally obtaining your old furry friend she slipped her free hand on him and test him out by moving his little paws and nodding his head

your whimpering was suddenly interrupted by a small tap on the shoulder glancing at it you were surprised to find an old friendly face

clearing her throat agatha let out a squeaky noise and Mr . Tails begin to move !

" hey kiddo ! " Mr . Tails waved at you his voice is slightly croaky and adenoidal " a little birdy told me you ' ve been really sad lately , what ' s wrong little one ?? " Mr . Tails asked you while making exaggrated hand movements . Give this woman an oscar right now for how much shes putting into this role

You sniffled and waited a second to take a deep breath before answering " m-my stuffie friend l-left me!! and- and they ' re never coming back " you broke back into sobs and you could feel mama ' s hand softly patting your back

" heyy heyyy!! you don ' t know that ! maybe your friend just wanted to see- pet theaters !!! yeah ! they have those there ! and they ' ll come back before you know it so , no need for those tears baby " Mr . Tails said as his little cotton paws leaned down to catch the tears falling from your face

" plus you have me ! and we can play all- " Mr . Tails' voice broke for a second before continuing " -all the toys you want ! and me and your mama will be here with you "

You look up to Mr . Tails then agreed about playing together , slowly your tears stopped falling and your smile came . Agatha patted herself in the back then made a promise to herself to never joke like that to you ever again .

Time passes before you know it and your eyes are drooping , after saying goodbye to Mr . Tails and promised to play again tomorrow mama tucked you in and gave you a quick bedtime story .

After kissing you in the forehead she was about to leave but you grabbed her hand making her pause her steps and softly said " thank you for playing with me mama , i love you "

Mama took all her might to not melt into a puddle then whispered " love you too " and. . . you drift off to dream land .

꒰ reblogs & likes r much appreciated ! any typos or grammar errors is my mistake so tell me when u see one ꒱ also happy holidays! & merry xmas if youre celebrating !! <3

[chaenniz]

cookie - pham hanni x reader

A/N ;; felt the urge to write this fic bc of this lol,, i'll try to finish reqs once im done w school stuff ‼️‼️

genre ;; fluff

wc ;; 2.2k

day after day you’d find that there would be a sweet surprise waiting for you in your locker before first period, cookies.

today was no different, you opened your locker to find the familiar sight of round chocolate-chip cookies in a clear bag and wrapped with a light blue star-patterned ribbon sitting in the cubbyhole your locker had.

you reached for the small folded sticky note that always accompanied the gift.

‘i tried making the cookies softer this time! hopefully these give you a boost of energy throughout the day! - your secret admirer <3’

you smiled softly to yourself, chuckling. you already knew who had been sending you all these cookies and notes, in fact you figured it out the next day after the first time you received the sugary treats in your locker.

being hanni’s childhood friend and best friend meant that you could read her like a book. this was especially apparent when you noticed how much her writing resembled the note’s writing in your hand.

you jolted awake from your nap in the library as you felt a hand smack against your shoulder, accompanied soon after with a high-pitched voice.

"do you really have to abuse my shoulder each time you see me, hanni? you groan. "i swear, i'm gonna get uneven shoulders by the time we graduate"

hanni playfully rolls her eyes at you, ""i didn't even hit you that hard, you big baby." she grabs your wrist, "now hurry up and get your stuff, the others are waiting for us."

"yeah, yeah. i got it" you reply sleepily, gathering your things. this had always been your routine. you'd pay back some of your sleep debt in the library just before lunch period until hanni came to wake you from your sleep.

haphazardly stuffing your schoolwork into your bag, you deemed everything packed and ready to go. giving a thumbs up to hanni, she takes the lead as she heads towards where the other four girls were.

finally reaching the rooftop of the school, you laid your bag down tiredly. the girls look at your direction and giggle at your exhaustion.

"we come up here everyday, y/n. how are you not used to it yet?" minji asks as she moves your bag towards the rest of their belongings.

you just shrug, not really knowing the answer yourself, you weren't the most athletic student, but you certainly weren't lazy either. you take a seat in between haerin and hanni.

“so, are we still going to hanni’s tomorrow for the sleepover?” danielle asks. nods and hums of approval came as a response to the question.

right, it’s been a little over a month since your monthly sleepover with the girls. you and your friends always slept over at each other’s houses every month, it seems this month you’d all be staying at the pham residence.

you turn to face hanni, “does mrs. pham know we’re coming over?” your face much closer to hers than you had intended, startling the both of you. the other girls just snickered at your flustered states.

hanni breaks her eye contact with you, suddenly finding that the shapes of the clouds in the skies much more interesting. “erm- yeah. she says she’s excited to have you- all of you guys over.”

hyein raises a brow at this, a small playful smirk appearing on her face seconds later. “did my ears deceive me or did you say something else at first?”

hanni denied vehemently at hyein’s playful remark, the other girls soon joining in and ganging up on the vietnamese girl. you smile at the sight of your friends playful teasing.

that is, until haerin nudges you with her elbow harder than she’d intended to. you let out a small groan, turning towards the cat-eyed girl, “am i just today’s punching bag or what?”

haerin waves her hands up in apology, laughing, “sorry, sorry- look i just wanted to ask how long you’re gonna make hanni keep doing this.” she says in a hushed manner.

your lips curl upwards in amusement, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, haerin.”

she sends you a dumbfounded look, the smirk on your face unwavering. “i know you figured it out already so why not just confess? i see how you look at her.”

that comment made you double back. sure, hanni was a bit obvious with her slight crush on you, but you didn’t realize others could see your growing infatuation as well.

you throw your head back, “soon ‘rin, i’m just waiting for the perfect time.” it wasn’t a lie, you wanted yours and hanni’s confession to be special, and confessing anywhere around or in the school just didn’t meet your expectations.

unknown to you and haerin though, a certain 5’4 vietnamese girl was looking at the interaction you two had, deeming your closeness as anything but platonic.

you arrive at school the next day expecting to see round, sugary delicacies waiting for you in your locker. however, today seemed to be a different case.

your locker was completely empty, save for the few textbooks and polaroid pictures of you and the other girls that you put up.

you dejected a bit at the thought of hanni no longer giving you her ‘secret admirer’ cookies, but you shook it off, thinking maybe that she was just busy today.

it was now lunch period and you were waiting around like a lost puppy for hanni to come and pick you up. you didn’t fall asleep in the library this time since you couldn’t help but overthink about the cookie situation this morning.

a thud sounded onto the table, snapping you out of your thoughts, you look up to find haerin instead.

you tilt your head in confusion, why was haerin picking you up instead of hanni?

haerin notices your confused demeanor, “hanni asked me to pick you up.”

“thank you, is hanni busy?” you question.

haerin shrugs and you take that as your cue to get up and pack.

as if the entire first half of your day wasn’t weird enough, lunch was definitely the cherry on top. every time you tried to initiate some sort of interaction with hanni, she’d just awkwardly reply with a one-word answer or nod.

the girls definitely noticed the weird tension between you two, and just hoped that this doesn’t affect the sleepover that was going to happen later today.

you arrived at hanni’s address with danielle and haerin. as you step out of your car, you see minji’s car parked not too far from yours, meaning that the other three girls were inside already.

danielle rang the doorbell, the sound of footsteps slowly getting louder. as. the door opened to reveal hanni herself. she greeted you guys and ushered the three of you inside.

“where’s minji and hyein? and mrs. pham?” haerin asks, taking her shoes off.

“they’re just in the living room, we were waiting for you guys.” hanni answers, leaning against the wall of her hallway. “oh, and my parents aren’t here right now because of a sudden business trip, they really wanted to see you guys though.”

the three of you finished taking off your shoes, now placing it neatly against the others for an organized look.

“sorry if we were a bit late, we decided to go get some snacks for the sleepover” danielle grins as she holds up the bag filled with chips, soda, and candy.

hanni waves her hand dismissively and grins, “thank you, and you guys aren’t even close to late so don’t worry about it.”

hanni leads you three to the living room. where you see minji and hyein lounging on the couch, both deeply immersed in the k-drama that was playing as if their lives depended on it.

you let out a snicker at the sight, causing minji and hyein to turn towards you guys.

“you guys are here!” hyein squeals, “we can get started now!”

it made you happy to see the younger girl so excited to spend time with her unnies.

danielle set down the bag of snacks for everyone to see, “we got snacks as well, but we’re still going to bake and cook later right?”

a mixture of nods, hums, and yes’s of approval came from the six of you.

“well, let’s get started with a movie then?” hanni asks.

“just after this episode, hanni-unnie!” hyein objects, which caused the six of you laugh.

it was nearing 7 p.m. and the girls decided that it would be best if they started on the cooking and baking now.

you all decided on making bibimbap as your main course, and cookies as a dessert since they were easy to make. there would also be two groups: the bibimbap team, and the cookie team.

you expected an even split between the two groups, since there was six people. however, hyein was insistent that the groups were 4:2, saying that bibimbap is harder to make than cookies.

“we’ll let you guys go first, just so we don’t have to wait for the actual cookies to bake.” minji says before hurrying the other girls out of the kitchen.

that's how you and hanni ended up making cookies alone, but you swear that the other girls had mischief on their mind when they put the groups together.

“let’s get started?” you ask hanni, she only nods in response.

hanni was in charge of the wet ingredients, while you with the dry ingredients. the entire time you two were making the cookie dough, it was dead silent, except for when you’d ask the occasional question here and there, to which hanni replied with full answers.

“can you go grab the chocolate-chip cookies in the pantry?” hanni broke the silence, asking you instead since she was preoccupied with mixing the batter.

you did as you were asked. you looked around the pantry for the chocolate-chip cookies hanni requested, your eyes locking on to a familiar light blue star-patterned ribbon instead.

your lips curl upwards as you grab the ribbon, soon after finding the item hanni requested.

“so, you were my secret admirer this entire time?” you ask, grinning.

you set the two items in front of hanni, causing her to look up at you in slight terror.

hanni stops mixing, tilting her head down to the batter while sighing softly. “yes.. but it’s ok! i know you and haerin have something going on, i don’t wanna intrude-”

you cut hanni off immediately as she said that, “there’s nothing between me and haerin.”

hanni looks up at you again with wide eyes, “but i thought?”

your familiar eye smile graces your face, “no, i like you too, hanni. and i sort of knew you were my secret admirer since the beginning”

hanni’s eyes get impossibly bigger, “you do? and you knew?”

“i do,” you sigh out chuckling, “i was going to confess to you this weekend, but any later and i was scared you were going to ignore me.”

"it also isn't that hard to tell your handwriting apart, hanni." you add on.

hanni malfunctions for a good several seconds. y/n, her long-time best friend and the person she’s been crushing on for a year now, just confessed that she liked her back.

“erm- hanni?” you call for her name, causing her to come back to reality.

“y-yes?” hanni stutters a little.

you begin to fidget with the ribbon in your hands, “i know this isn’t the best way to ask you out, but i have to do it now or i might never get the confidence to do it again..”

you take a deep breath, “pham hanni, will you let me be your girlfriend?” you ask with a hopeful smile.

hanni doesn’t know how long she’s been waiting to hear those words. she gives you a smile that reaches her eyes in return, “of course i’ll let you be my girlfriend.”

you try to initiate the kiss first, but hanni beats you to it. she gives you a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, one that you happily return.

“usually i don’t let anybody kiss me until a few dates in, but i’ll make an exception for you” hanni teases as she pulls away.

you grin back at her, kissing her forehead. “i guess i’m really lucky then, huh?”

you and hanni hear a creak, causing the two of you to face the doorway into the kitchen.

there revealed the other four who have been spying on the two of you for god knows how long.

“how long have you guys been there?” you ask, a little dumbfounded at your friends.

“not too long, don’t worry” minji replies, a smirk on her face.

“we’ll get going now, we just wanted to check in.” danielle follows up after, leading the quartet back into the living room.

“you two better pay up! me and minji-unnie won that bet fair and square” hyein grins.

danielle sighs, pulling out a 5000 won bill from her wallet, “i’m happy for them, but i didn’t think y/n would confess today of all days.”

haerin pulls out a 5000 won bill as well, “she said something about waiting for the perfect time and making it special, i guess this was unique in its own way.”

“you two just needed more faith in y/n” minji smirks, taking two 5000 won bills and giving one to hyein.

a/n ;; wrote this one sitting and it’s not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors or inconsistencies in the writing!

[burning-academia-if]

saw your post on october prompts and im thinking what if lars + 1 (coz i think he's a kind of person thats so organize that he didn't want his hair ruffled but this scene will be cute, him and mc hihi) alsooo rook + 4 smth he does with mc 🥹🥹 idk but i think it's cute!! hihihi

Lars + Ruffled Hair and Rook + walks in the forests!

Lars + Ruffled Hair

            If there’s anything you’ve noticed about Lars, it’s that he’s always well put together. His posture is perfect, his clothes never wrinkled, and his hair never has a strand out of place. In the quiet lull of a late fall afternoon, you sit criss-cross on the floor in one of the music rooms, school notes scattered about, studying the man across from you instead.

            He sits at the piano, feet crossed at the ankles, pencil behind his ear and blank music sheets in front of him. Well, almost blank. From here you can see the pencil marks etched in, with a variety of notes. The song was still in it’s early stages, and based on what little he’s told you about the piece, he was still figuring out whether he wanted a 2/3 or 3/4 time signature.

            You were here because you’d half-jokingly asked to work on school assignments together. It was a surprise when he’d agreed, but it wasn’t a surprise he’d mostly ignored you this whole time. Obviously. This was Lars, after all.

            Still, this is one of the rare moments where you could watch him. The light of sunset spilled through the window and haloed him in warm light, and if you didn’t know him you might have thought he was deserving of his last name ‘Angel.’ His fingers glide around the keys, tapping out a tune you’d grown to know well in the past thirty minutes.

            His focus was so completely entranced on his work, that you could see he’d let his guard down. His expression was almost light, and his posture easy. You couldn’t help the idea that popped into your mind. This might be the only chance you'd have to really catch him off guard.

            Casually, you stood up and stretched feeling your back pop from being hunched over so long, “We should take a break.”

            He barely casts a look your way, easing into a new section of the song. It’s a section he’s kept adjusting, but something about this variation must click as he scribbles it down. You walk over to stand behind him, waiting patiently as he finishes up.

            “You’re free to go,” he states plainly, still not looking over at you.

            You inch a little closer, making a show of peering at the sheet music, “Come on, it’ll be good for you! It might give you a fresh perspective.”

            Lightly, your hand drifts up as he finally turns to look over at where you peer over his shoulder. His voice is even more flat somehow, “No.”

            “Come on,” you repeat, and as he narrows his eyes sensing something amiss, your hand shoots up before he can figure it out. His hair is softer then you were expecting as you ruffle it, a mischievous grin flashing across your face, “It’s good to rest once in a while, you know.”

            This time his hand shoots out before you can react and latches onto your wrist. You give easily as he pulls it away, shooting you a scowl, “God, you’re so…”

            “So?” He shakes his head, and your grin only grows wider as you see the crack in his mask. His hair, once perfectly kept, now has loose strands going awry. The messy look might actually suite him.

            Lars releases you, although it’s with great reluctance, “Fine. We’ll take a break. But only to run out and grab coffee.”

            “Sure!” You chirp, returning to gather your stuff. You can feel Lars staring holes into you, but even still you have a hop to your step. The only reason he’s upset is because you got to him, which means you won this round. “You’re paying right?”

            He says nothing as he starts to leave, not waiting to see if you're following. Even without him answering, you know he will. He always does.

Rook + Walk in the Forest

            The two of you walk a familiar path. When you were kids, the number of times the two of you ran off into the woods at the edge of the park was numerous. As you got older, the visits came to a stop and it wasn’t until later, after you suddenly found yourself enrolled at Vales Grove University, that Rook had invited you for a walk out here.

            It was nostalgic, especially with the leaves turning colors and burning in brilliant shades of yellows and reds. As kids, Rook always had a bad habit of leaving you behind, although you didn’t think he ever meant to. He always needed to be moving in some way and he was always rushing forward without a second thought. Even now, you sense his endless energy in the constant fiddling of his hands or the way his eyes followed every leaf that fell, making it a game to snatch them out of the air.

            He keeps pace with you now, his arm close to your, and your hands so close to touching. In his other hand is a collection of all the leaves he’s caught, and he’s been eyeing a particularly vibrant yellow one that the breeze just dislodged.

            “Having fun?” Rook blinks, an easy smile breaking out on his face as he looks over at you. It also breaks his concentration on his latest prize, and so you pluck it out of the air for him.

            “I was about to say you wished you could do this,” he brandishes his collection like treasure, “But I guess you just proved me wrong.”

            You try not to laugh as you shake your head and hand the leaf over to him, “How many even is that?”

            “…Eleven.” He states after a pause. “Not including yours.”

            “We used to do this as kids, too. We were always competing over something in these woods.” The memories are distant now, stuck in the dreamy haze of a long over childhood.

            Rook nods, before he throws his collection up and lets them cascade over the two of you, “That’s all you need to be friends as kids. Competition and spite.”

            “Still bitter I always won?”

            “You wish you won against me.” The spark in his eyes is so familiar you can’t help but drift closer. Just a centimeter or two, and you feel your hands whisper against each other. Rook must feel it too because his smile goes soft around the edges. “But I guess I can admit it was evenly tied.”

            “You’re such a kid.” He only laughs at this, and your hands touch again and even though the wind is cool and the autumn air has started to develop a chill your entire left side is so impossibly warm you think part of you is still stuck in the dead of summer.

            This feels like a secret, these walks you go on. A world away from everything else where only the two of you exist. Maybe those childhood memories are far from you now, but there is still you and Rook and woods you know so well. So you drift another centimeter closer, and savor the warmth of him beside you.

[v3nusxsky]

im godly obsessed with sub!emily. please write smth filthy with sub!emily 🙏🙏

Miss chief of whores 18+

*Authors note~ submissive Emily here we go, I've never written from this point of veiw

Trigger warnings~ sub Emily, dom r daddy kink degrading praise throat fucking tears (good kind) semi public sex punishment toys orgasm denial

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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To say that your temper was flaring with Emily's lack of respect for your agreed upon rules would be a complete and utter understatement. The whole team were stranded in Vegas for one night due to the jet being on loan to another team. Reid scampered off to see his mother while the rest of the team hit the clubs. Derek immediately found himself a pretty lady to spend the with while you ladies and Hotch decided to have a few drinks. Emily was really pushing the boundaries as she "innocently" flirted with the bar tender to get an extra round of free drinks. Clearly she needed reminding who she belonged too and you were more than willing to provide it.

As soon as your girlfriend came back to the table you immediately decided to set your plan into motion. Your fingers trailing up and down her thigh which was hardly covered by the little black dress she had adorned. You made sure to bring your lips to the shell of her ear, "who do you belong too pretty girl" you purred teasingly. The little whine that Emily offered went straight to your core. With a quick scan of the room you knew you were safe, "I said who do you fucking belong to slut" you growled letting go when she whimpered a very quiet, "daddy."

You knew one of Emily's kinks involved sexual acts in public so you didn't waste the opportunity to trail your fingers from her toned thighs to her now soaked underwear, just teasing her clit with some friction but not enough to be overly pleasurable. "Keep your mouth shut slut, got it? One sound out of you and I stop. Let everyone here know what a slut you out. The big chief of the BAU, nothing but a common whore for her agent"

Emily took a little bit of your torture before a whimper left her hardly parted lips, causing JJ to focus her attention on her friend. "Em? You okay?" She murmured looking between the pair of you. "Go on baby, tell Jay how much you love her watching you get fucked right here" you purred purposely slipping a finger past her panties and into her slick heat. You watched JJs eyes darken as she realised what was happening, "we should probably go to the hotel room right?" You murmured lovingly kissing her cheek which caused the raven haired woman to leave with you, stumbling with ever few steps she took.

That was how Emily found herself naked and spread out on the hotel bed, you'd carefully and expertly tied her limbs to the bed in the most prettiest red rope you owned. A vibrator stuffed into her aching cunt, securely fastened with this beautiful lavender rope, one of your favourites actually. You quickly set the pattern to edge and edge only, before running yourself a steamy hot bath to soak in.  You didn't care for how long you'd be in the bath. Hearing the whines and mewls of your lover only aiding your enjoyment of the situation. Normally, your girlfriend had no issue continuing a decent volume but right now she was a hot mess.

You weren't surprised to hear JJ enter the room, after all Emily was pathetically whimpering for you to let her cum. The volume is what alerted JJ to come and check on you. Quickly drying off and adorning your favourite strap, the one that caused her cunt to tightly suffocate daddy's dick, "ah JJ nice of you to finally take the hint and join us, you purred stalking over to the blonde. "I uh I'm not" she stumbled as the toys still worked Emily up to the edge once more as she attempted to squirm away from her. 

A loud moan of pleasure tore through Emily and you smirked at how JJ couldn't move her eyes from the pretty pussy that was currently leaking onto the sheets. "Such a whore, JJ is here and you can't help but put on a show, I'm in a good mind to offer JJ to use you like a slut" you pondered watching how both women seemed rather interested in the prospect of that. "Jay, did you need something?" You murmured watching the blonde flush bright red, "uh um no I heard sounds and I thought you were in trouble so o came to check" "Well as you can see I had a bath and this one here was whoring herself out like a good girl, now would you like to join us or shall we arrange another time?"  The blonde woman nodded to the latter and you knew she would be back, seeing her friend in such a way had a clear affect on her.

As soon as JJ left you untied the vibrator and revealed in her sigh of relief, "poor baby, did you think daddy was done?" You teased while lubing up the faux dick just a little. "I'm gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours" you purred untying her enough to adjust the position making her more comfortable. You quickly slotted underneath her body and urged her head to your dick, "suck sweetheart" you murmured griping at her raven hair.

You couldn't deny how hot she looked on her hands and knees, head bobbing up and down the shaft as drool and spit started to escape her mouth and mascara ran down her cheeks due to her pretty tears. "Oh fuck baby, you look so good choking on my dick, those pretty tears. Is daddy to big hm? Can't you take it? Want to fuck that pretty fuck hole now" you purred urging her head off the strap, a whine of protest left your lover, "such a fucking whore, I know you love daddy's dick making those pretty tears fall but I want to fuck that pretty cunt till your begging me to stop."

You happily shifted to kneel behind her, lining the silicone head up with her folds and drenching it in her wetness. "Oh fuck sweetheart! So fucking wet for daddy. Such a good girl" you moaned happily before gripping her hips and roughly thrusting into her fluttering hole. "Oh daddy daddy fuck me god please fuck yes need you" she mewled instantly pushing her hips backwards in an attempt to make the tip reach further in her core. A harsh smack to the globe of her ass was enough to still her futile attempts. "fucking whore, can't fucking wait imma fuck you like a bitch in heat then, dirty dirty girl always wanting more" you panted before speeding up your thrusts bottoming her out every time.

"Daddy! Fuck please need to fuck god more" she whimpered as you watched her greedy hold drag your cock back in. "Cum whore" was all you offered before reaching down to play with her clit. As she was thrown over the edge you instantly followed. Your thrusts slowed just the right amount as you watched your lover quiver underneath you. "So good baby, such a good girl, I'm gonna take it out now okay? Then we can get you in the bath hmm?"

You did just that. Ran a bath for her, nice and warm like she liked before setting the bedroom up with drinks and snacks for her,  then going to help her out of the bath due to unstable legs and carried her bridal style to the bed. "Drink and eat baby" you murmured kissing her cheek and watching to ensure she did. Only then did you both settle into bed and she snuggled on your chest. "Daddy?" She murmured almost so quite you nearly missed it. "Yes my love?" She seemed to be shy and you had a feeling you knew the next question. "Would you really let Jay play?" She mumbled shyly. "Would you like that sweetheart?" To which she nodded happily. "Good because me and JJ have spoken about it. She would like some experience in our lifestyle and I think you're the perfect girl to show her what a good submissive is. So soon baby okay? Now get some rest." Was all you offered stroking her bare back and encouraging sleep to take over.

Word count~ 1425

[popcornforone]

The Cliffs

Chapter 1 of Is that all Mr Gutierrez? Serise

Master list

Well well here we go. Time for some Javi G.

Thank you all for voting in my Poll. I’m very happy but also a little shocked the Javi Gutierrez actually won, but I’m not complaining. Ooooh no. Because I have a huge master plan for Javi G. This is going to be very very fun, to write & properly character develop the people involved.

Chapter 1 synopsis: your diary hold all your secrets, including who you are crushing on. & yet you want your teenage dream with J to come true, maybe it did tonight at the cliffs?

This chapter is in a diary format for a young reader who will age & be the lead. I think there might be one more of these in the series, but this will not be regular. It will revert to you & Javi.

Word count: 800

Warning: underaged drinking, kissing, flirting, pining, mention of things to come & dreams & wants, slight anger, secrets. The reader is under age for drinking & sex & Javi G is for drinking. Probably best not to read if your under 18 as I know where I’m going to go with this series.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome.

See you soon for chapter 2

Dear diary

I kissed him today

Yes I did

It finally happened

For the last 2 years I’ve wanted to kiss him & today in a game of truth or dare, I did just that, my dream came true

I’m pretty sure J was expecting me to do something else but I didn’t

I can’t believe I actually just had my first kiss…

We were sitting on the side of the cliffs watching the sun set eating burgers like we do every Friday evening while my parents & his have dinner & do business at our hotel

We met over 2 years ago on these exact cliffs when he was running away from his bullying older cousin & I was here with my dad fishing

He looked scared but we helped him get home

He’s 2 years older than me

But he’s still really sweet

He’s not like any of the other boys in my class at school

We just get on

& now our parents work together we just get to hang out a lot more

I’ve only told you diary & my own pen friend back home in England that I have a crush on him

I like it when he holds my hand

I want to know if he fancies me too

So we went to the cliffs

& ate our burgers & watched the sun set & talked about school

I’ve got my exams in the summer he’s got his last few to before he goes to university on the main land, his dads orders, he needs to know business to be able to take over the family business one day, im surprised he doesn’t need farming, with the number of olive trees & other crops they grow.

But we were talking about that & then he asked if I wanted to play truth or dare

Usually the final dare is us both chickening out of leaping over the cliffs, it’s such a long way down

But there we sat drinking the carton of sangria we sneaked out of my parents kitchen getting giggly & stupid & tipsy

My parents don’t mind me drinking they know I can cope

J then after few rounds dared me to do the thing I was most scared of

I’m sure he thought I would try & jump off the cliffs finally

But I didn’t

Maybe it was the sangria

But I kissed him quick

Our lips probably only touched for 5 seconds but it was what I wanted to do

It’s all I’ve wanted to do from the age of 13

Kiss Javi Gutierrez

He laughed when we finished & said I needed practice

I did say we could try again & he laughed

He told me I was sweet & pretty

But should think about if this is what I want

He then did kiss my cheek back

It was so soft

He held my hand & we talked

& then we did both just run & jump off the cliffs

Such a drop

So huge

But it was fun

I felt like I was being reborn swimming in the water

Splashing J

Laughing

Watching the sun disappear

We got in trouble though

We got back to my parents hotel

After my curfew

Both soaked

Both a little drunk

Javis dad was not happy

My parents weren’t either to start with but they laughed later when I told them what happened, they have always been very understanding

My mum thought it was cute but both mum & dad told me to be careful around boys now I’m getting older

I’m now sitting in my bed writing to you diary

No one else needs to know about how special tonight truly was

When Javi returns from university in 3 years I will probably be at my own university

But I hope he still looks as sweet as he did today

I want to ask him for a proper kiss

Like they do in the movies

Like married people do

I want to have a conversation which will lead to us talking all night & maybe just maybe more…

Ooh diary do all 15 year olds feel like this after their first kiss?

Will all my kisses be that short & quick?

I hope not

I hope to have so so many more

& I hope most of them are with J

He puts on this brave face for the rest of the world knowing one day he will take over the family business

But to me he will always be just 14 year old J who I met 2 & a bit years ago

With those big brown eyes & hair he can’t control & the sweetest smile

Diary can you fall in love with someone after a first kiss? Because I think I have!!!

Chapter 2

[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ chapter 22: lean on me

wc: 0.4k

You run across the halls as fast as you can, hair blowing every which way as you navigate the twisting corridors. You quickly reach the studio, pushing past the heavy door. You let the it push you into the brightly lit room, crouching while you catch your breath. 

Looking up to see Sunghoon giggling quietly, you finally realise that he’s already started recording for the vlog. You gasp in surprise, quickly bowing to the camera before introducing yourself. 

‘Well look who’s finally here everybody! But really, I can’t tell if this is Y/n or a tomato…’ Sunghoon laughs at your disheveled greeting, taking in your red and out of breath face. 

‘I’m sorry!! I really am!’ You bowed some more, exaggerating your actions. After another round of laughter, you both finally get to practicing. 

The dance this time is considerably harder than the last time you had a joint stage, but practice is definitely more fun. 

The both of you have been practicing for about 2 hours, learning and reviewing consistently. The choreographer finally bids you goodbye, promising to come by again the day after the next. 

You practiced a couple more times after she left, just to make sure everything was okay. 

After what felt like an eternity, you both crashed onto the couch in the back of the studio, exhausted from the gruelling choreography. 

You groan out in pain, stretching. Tiredness settles into your bones, a sense of fatigue washing over you. You had been practicing all week, still having some year end shows to perform at. It had been a tiring week to say the least, but you thought you were handling it better. 

But as the time passed, your eyes felt heavier, and you couldn’t fight the feeling of your head lolling to the side as sleep took over you. 

Sunghoon nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels the weight of your head on his shoulder. He froze, panic coursing through his veins. He stayed as still as he possibly could, wondering if you would wake up soon. 

Sunghoon relaxes after a couple of minutes, making sure you were still sleeping. He carefully moves into a more comfortable position, shifting your head so you wouldn’t cramp up later on. 

As your breathing evened out, Sunghoon watches you carefully, admiring your features. He drinks in your gentle face, peaceful expression adorning your delicate features. Your breath comes out in soft puffs, tickling his shoulder. 

Sunghoon smiles to himself. He felt giddy, happy that you felt safe enough to sleep on him. 

As he watched you rest, he hoped that you were having the sweetest dreams. And maybe, you were dreaming about him too. 

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: erm! hello. 20 days since the last chapter im sorry- this chapter is dedicated to anon who misses bbh thank you for that push fr, without that i would've lowk put this on hiatus :( but now that im over this chapter we are getting to the good part HEHE hope you guys look forward to that ^^

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[survivor-trinidad-and-tobago]

Episode 15: "ACQUIESCE BABY!!!"—Kaleigh

In this round: Everyone acquiesces to Kaleigh's spelling superiority when she wins her second individual immunity; Kaleigh steals Zee's vote; and Zee joins the jury

Zee

Whaddup my name's Jared I'm 19 and I never fuckin learned how to read

Michael

Honestly not much to report! I'm going to try and stay strong with Alex and Kaleigh. Tony left but I'm sure that's a big relief for him, he did great for his first game.

Jack

Hey babes, so I’m SOOO HAPPY to be back and I’m with my hot gurlzzz and I love them. Im so happy Tony got out cause he didn’t vote w me (that’s what he gets 😌). At this point anyone but me, champ, or zee going home is the best for my game cause it’s gonna be a 3-3 tie. IM READY FOR ROCKS☠️😈

Kaleigh

woooooo another immunity win, i woulda been so shocked if someone could beat me at a spelling bee. ACQUIESCE BABY!!! my deranged cobwebby brain is good at one thing and one thing only… and that’s spelling. i’m jk i’m good at other things too but wow lol ok. so i’m immune tonight. zee is asking me and alex to flip on michael, and its just condescending at this point :( like i know what i’m doing babe and idgaf if u think michael is gonna win. i’m fine with that LMAO why would i flip on my allies to be at the bottom of ur 3? like? no??? but i told her it’s a possibility but i think i’ll probably just steal a vote tonight and get zee out. please god don’t let her have another stinking advantage !! also i finished that book and it was extremely good. and it’s my niece’s 4th birthday.

Alex

Ugh, this vote still feels tenuous. Champ said today she wanted to take Zee out last vote (not that it would have mattered, ultimately - I KNEW she had a second idol lol). She's flat out lied to me so many times at this point, but she also knows how big of a threat Zee is. Finding the time to actually talk game with her feels like it will be impossible, though. I finally reached out to Zee last night to compliment her on still trying to unify the tribe like with the game night. She used the words 'icing out' to describe how quiet chat has been between sides, which is fair. I don't know if it was directed only at me, but even if that wasn't what I was trying to do I can see how she felt that way. It just felt like there was not even, like, pretended level of potential to work together and I didn't know how to bridge the gap of "hey even though we won't tell each other anything in-game, how's life?" and have it not seem disingenuous. So I'm glad that came out of last night. The Tony blindside definitely surprised me, and Jack coming back into the game over Colin. It really feels like it's Champ or bust with this vote but if we come to the risk of rocks, I see them possibly flipping. Now that I'm at Actual Final 6 I don't actually want to go to rocks anymore lol. It just feels like if we can get through tomorrow's vote we could get the rest of the way but who knows. If Zee has a third idol I'll lose my mind lmao. The way Kaleigh's still got her steal a vote and idol and I'm sitting over here with my flopped advantages. Sigh. Kind of incredible of her to only have one vote against her so far AND IT'S FROM ME. She's killing it. Wait. Do I have the most votes out of our 3? I do! Well, that's something I guess. Maybe I could have played a more fluid game, and tried to get the majority alliance to eat each other from the inside of it, but there's no point in thinking about that now. I'm at Final 6 and that's very neat.

Champ

I’m running late again for the confession, anyways here for a good time! Not a long time LMFAO

Zee

Haven't heard from Jack all day, Champ messaged once. I'm pretty sure I'm going home tonight

Tribal Council

Zee: LOST VOTE

Champ: Alex (ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS)

Kaleigh: Zee (IF YOU HAVE A THIRD IDOL ISTG)

Kaleigh (Zee’s Stolen Vote): Zee

Alex: Zee (You’ve played SUCH a good game, and for all I know, you could still be here after this vote. It genuinely wouldn’t surprise me lmao. But here’s hoping this works. I enjoyed our pre-swap talks.)

Michael: Zee (you’ve played a wonderful game, sorry we didn’t really play together but that’s how it goes 🤷🏾‍♂️)

Jack: Alex (sorry babes we ain’t working together)

[afklancelot]

For the ask game, all of them!

damn anon you're really putting me out there

well alright then :)

orchid- video game music counts, right? anyways Fanged Fastener from paper mario origami king is perfect. to me.

cactus- currently i'm learning about what would make a good gaming laptop, if that counts. i actually was trying to get into python coding a few months ago, but that's postponed until i get motivation to go back.

bamboo- usually when i get home i change into loungewear: a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.

abelia- i don't take to wearing jewelry unless you count my earrings, which i think came from Claires actually??? anyways, i don't really take them off because i never really felt like it.

daffodil- i got one older sister. it would take too long to list how many differences i have from them, so i'll note one similarity: we both wear glasses.

mahonia- strangely enough, impending exam deadlines. turns out trying to study for a big test is great motivation for writing creative pieces. yes i know this is procrastination.

chia- i've got quite a few inside jokes with my splatoon buddies that barely make sense in context, but here's one with a separate online friend of mine: whenever we say our goodbyes we end out messages with an emoji rat. one time i even stopped myself from going to bed because i forgot to give her my goodbye rat.

sage- probably music is the most touching. i was in band from middle school to second year of high school, including marching band in hs, so that might be why i have a greater appreciation for music in comparison to other arts.

edelweiss- ok so back when lostbelt 6 released in japan, they used fairy knight for the fae servants before their true names were revealed. having 'afklancelot' can mean three things: either "a fairy knight lancelot", "away fron keyboard lancelot", or "a fucking knight lancelot." prolly the most creative effort i had in coming up with a url. as for why lancelot, well she's my favorite out of the cast in lb6, and her scribbly face is so goofy so

camellia- i was apparently really antisocial when i was young, even as a baby. my mom once told me that i was fairly content to be by myself on the mattress and would actually start crying if i were picked up. i'm still pretty antisocial irl, but online i can actually be pretty bold in saying what i feel like, rarely with filter.

jasmine- i really liked The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell, it was one of the few horror books that really captured my focus. will not be rereading though because 1) i don't have the physical copy and i have a habit of not rereading ebooks after the first full read and 2) the ending was fitting but made me a bit depressed, i felt really bad for the main character and her helplessness.

ivy- usually when someone talks to me and i answer in short terse answers it means i want to stop talking to them (tho sometimes it's because i don't have much to say). when i answer with stumbled words and a fast way of speaking, it's usually because im trying really hard to piece together what i want to say. same goes for messaging online: i tend to reply quickly to online conversations without much thinking since im excited to be included in discussions. usually when im feeling angry, annoyed, or upset, i tend to sigh dramatically.

chamomile- stuffed animals. preferably those with rounded body types, as they usually feel floofy and are comfy to lie down on/hug.

aloe vera- it's tied between 'flipping an egg on a frying pan' and 'climbing a tree'. idk this is a hard one.

palm tree- lutherrrrr from The Familiar :3 he's such an asshole who does asshole things throughout the story but he's so entertaining with surprising depth if you pay attention. one of the few characters where i'm torn between "i want to see him get a redemption arc and live on to change for the better" and "i want to see this man actively get worse and die from his hubris". so yeah.

nutmeg- aside from my bed, which has fish-themed bedding and has a lot of stuffed animals piled on top, my room's actually pretty neat from most clutter. i usually hang out in a separate room, which is neat in most places, but the only way i can describe the couch i mostly reside on is "messy as fuck".

papyrus- ive recently been listening to a few lord huron songs lately. in particular, Vide Noir and Long Lost ive been listening to on repeat, the former moreso.

taro- well, it depends on the person. if they're not into video games at much/at all, i usually just say general stuff on how i'm doing, maybe talk about books if they're also interested in reading. if they ARE into video games, i may tell them about the various games ive been playing, maybe including the antics ive been gettin into.

[whatwordsmiss]

lil preview if youd like because im still very excited about this fic and i gotta share at least a lil piece of it

The wind howls, slicing against her cheeks, whippin’ the pieces of her hair that have fallen loose. Black storm clouds above threaten to open at any moment; it’s the middle of summer, but the air is icy, burning the insides of Imogen’s lungs with every heave of her chest. Her fingers tighten around the reigns, and Flora dances her feet beneath her — anxious and filled with unease. Horses are smart creatures, after all, and Flora has always been well attuned to Imogen’s emotions.

She sits — waits — on the edge of the field, heart hammerin’, blood roilin’ like the clouds above. The twitch of her jaw makes her teeth grind together until she can’t stand it. Imogen glances up; sees a flash of light within one of the clouds. Feels it reflectin’ deep within her.

“This ends now,” she promises to the storm.

She flicks her wrists, sure and strong, snapping the reigns. “Yaa!” She yells, spurrin’ Flora into a fast sprint straight ahead. Imogen leans into the fluid motion, knees bent and thighs bracin’, her face low to Flora’s mane. The muscles of the horse ripple, lungs pantin’, as she pushes faster and faster.

The clouds above split open. It begins to rain. Softly at first, and then harder and harder, until it feels like it’s pushin’ against her, fightin' her back, refusin' her promise. And the long grass below slices at her boots, at the underbelly of Flora as they race across the many fields closer and closer to town. The dread of bein’ too late makes her fingers feel numb.

And then Imogen sees her.

“DELILAH,” she roars, the word tearin’ from her throat, leavin’ her feeling raw. The copper bite of blood rests on her tongue, and she can’t make sense of if it’s real or simply the taste of her own rage. Decides that she doesn’t care. 

Both will be spat at Delilah.

The crowd that had gathered around the tree turns at once, a range of surprise and fright colorin’ their faces. But Delilah only turns wearin’ a smile that’s small but pleased. Imogen watches from too far away — much too far away — as Delilah turns, says somethin’ to the crowd; to the person bound with hands behind their back and with a bag over their head, standin’ on tiptoes so the noose around their neck wouldn’t claim them too soon, wouldn’t tear skin and break bones and take and take and take. 

Laudna.

It doesn’t matter what Delilah said, it doesn’t matter that Imogen is still much too far to hear. The crowd lets out an answerin’ call in response that’s loud enough to carry over hills and thunder. They raise up their pitchforks and their torches and their fists that have only ever held hatred, and they press in — closer and closer, surroundin’ Laudna.

Only Delilah turns back to Imogen, mouth still curled with twisted pleasure. And Imogen’s finally close enough that she has no problem understanding the next three words Delilah yells to Imogen’s… neighbors, classmates, her preacher, fellow farmhands, grocer… they’re all here and they’re all here waiting to hurt Laudna.

A crack of lightning illuminates the field.

(When her mama was still ‘round, when her mind wasn’t too preoccupied with anywhere but here, she would sit on the porch with Imogen as the summer storms raged on ahead. Imogen was small enough then that she could fit perfectly within her mama’s criss-cross applesauce legs; one of her mama’s arms was always wrapped around her, while the other pointed out the flashes of light.

You gotta count the seconds after each strike of lightnin’ and the thunder that booms afterwards, she taught Imogen. Every five seconds is a mile ‘tween you and the storm.

Imogen had nodded, eyes refusin' to move from the dark clouds in front of them.

What if the storms real close, mama? What if… what if I can’t count to five? Her heart didn’t even have a chance to turn into a skittish little thing before her mama held her tighter.

Then you come home, baby. You lay as low as you can, and you don’t let the storm hurt you.)

One… Two… 

“Kill the witch.”

mentally (because it is midnight) i am running around my tiny apartment going yippee! yippee! because i caught the writing bug again and it is so fun! i love this first meeting it might be one of my very favorites! i can't wait to finally post something again after almost a year