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spiral-writing-stuff · 1 year ago

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hi hi! i saw ur requests were open? (sorry if theyre closed)

Can i request a Akutagawa x gender neutral teen reader? (Platonic ofcou) basically reader looks up to Akutagawa and sees him as a older brother figure and akutagawa sees them as a younger sibling :3 can it be angst also? like where one of them is badly hurt and the other is crying and all that jazz

pls and thank you <3

authors note: Don’t worry! If my bio says requests are open then they are! I just take a while to write because there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life, so I’m really sorry this took so long! Im thinking of splitting this into 2-3 parts because I’m still thinking of how to write the rest of the story, I have the plot already in my head but I just need to put it into words. This request is sooo cute big brother akutagawa is just such a great concept:,) Also so sorry if the angst isn’t good lol I’m not very good at writing creative sad stuff! (Please give me feedback!😭) also sorry if it’s too angsty i think I went a little overboard again. I might edit this story later.

Sorry this took so long!

I also couldn’t decide if reader is older or younger than Gin so you guys decide.

I Hope it’s what you wanted!!<3

On a Silver Night

Content/Warnings: angst, gore, blood/injury, abuse/child abuse, death, Dazai being a bastard, lmk if I missed anything

For as long as you can remember, Ryūnosuke was always protecting you and gin, as if you two are the thing he lives for. which you both are at this point He has always tried his hardest to defend you, gin, and the other children from thieves and abusive adults, he didn’t do it to be righteous, nor did he do it to feel better about himself, he just did. At least, that’s what you thought, it was hard deciphering his intent because everything he did, he did with the same, emotionless stare. People would always mention this fact. Even when he was killing, stealing, or when you found some food or someone told a joke, he always had the same blank expression. You thought it was funny sometimes though he never once showed any emotion, that didn’t matter to you, his actions spoke clearer than any words could.

Like when he would sometimes hug you and gin to keep you warm during cold nights, when he found food he would share it with the two of you first. And if anyone dared to threaten or try to hurt any of you they would be dead in an instant by Rashōmon’s sharp fangs. Yes, his facial expressions didn’t matter, he was trying his hardest to keep you and Gin from experiencing the harsh cruelty of the word, but he was still just a boy himself. There wasn’t much a malnourished and frail child could do, yet he persisted, despite how many times he’d fallen. You looked up to him and had a deep respect for him because of this.

Even though it was a horrible situation all of you were living in, you were happy just to be with your older brother, sister and the other children. Among all the other children, You, Gin and Ryūnosuke were the ones you were closest to.

Until that fateful day, when a group of criminals murdered all the other children in cold blood, leaving You and Gin injured, and Ryūnosuke thirsty for blood.

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Gin had helped Akutagawa escape but you three got separated amidst the chaos and confusion, you held Gin’s hand tightly as you two ran and ran until you two were exhausted, collapsing onto the damp, cold ground. The air was foggy and cold, the night dark while the moon illuminated your surroundings with a silver light. After a few minutes of struggling to catch your breath you got up from the dirty ground and remembered only Gin was with you, Ryūnosuke had ran off in search of the criminals who killed your friends. Fear and panic shot through your body, terrified that Ryū was going to get himself killed.

“G-gin! W-we have to find Ryū!” You said to Gin in a rushed shaky voice. She swiftly nodded.

You two began running, this time slower due to how tired you both were. You were heading in the direction of where the shipment was said to be taking place.

“Gin! I think we’re almost there—“ you stopped when you saw a tall man walking in your direction with a shorter person. The shorter person had a black coat draped over his shoulders, the man seemed to be waking directly to you now, a smile on his face.

“Be careful Gin.. s-stand behind me..” you got in front of Gin just in case, until you realized the shorter person was Ryūnosuke, his eyes were slightly puffy and tearful, he had been crying. your heart dropping at the sight. Immediately you throw yourself at Ryū pulling him away from the mysterious man

“Just who are you and what are you doing with my big brother?!” You frantically yell at the man, hiding Ryū and Gin behind you

The man glares at you with boredom in his face, as if this was all nothing to him, but then he started to smirk slightly “Brother? Oh, I knew Akutagawa had a sister but I didn’t know he had another sibling. What’s your name?” He said with a mischievous face, He reached out his hand to seemingly pat your head but you smacked it away immediately, surprising him a bit “you didn’t answer my question-“ you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around “Y/n…cough it’s okay..you don’t have to worry..” Ryū weakly said to you. Your heart ached at the sight of his bloodied and bruised face, looking down you can see he has bloody scratches on his knees, arms and legs, his entire body was hurt.

“Hm? Oh, right! Sorry about that! Where are my manners?” He said rather loudly “My name is Dazai Osamu, I just got promoted to a Mafia Executive today, Which means, I now have the authority to do certain things. like taking anyone as my subordinate, and your brother here has accepted my offer.” Dazai said soft-spoken yet somehow overbearing with a kind smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You were confused by the man’s statement, many thoughts ran through your mind;

“Would Ryūnosuke really agree to join the mafia? Especially join through this guy? How would we be guaranteed safety? What if this is just a trap to exploit Ryū’s ability? What if he kills us?”

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a dangerous, slightly condescending soft voice “you don’t have to worry, if i wanted you dead, I would have done so the second I laid eyes on you.” He said to you, it’s as if he read your mind. He was staring into your eyes as you stared back, his eyes void of any emotion, much like your brother’s, except you found a deep cruelness to them, it terrified you.

“Well, it was just gonna be Akutagawa here and his sister, but I can make arrangements, just for you.” His eyes went back to a neutral state “I promise,” he puts his hand on his chest “that the three of you will be fed, clothed, housed and compensated accordingly, as long as you work under me, no one else in the mafia will dare harm you.” Dazai reached his hand out to you, a sweet smile on his face

“so Y/n, do we have a deal?”

~ ~ ~

To be continued.

Notes: it is 5am as I write this, can you believe I’ve been writing and tweaking this since April 7th??!? And this isn’t even that long. What ADHD does to a mf

Honestly I’m not sure if I should continue this, obviously if more people wanna read it than yeah since I have the story already in my head, just need the motivation. So comment and tell me that you want more!!!

Anyways hope y’all enjoyed. Stay hydrated!

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sookiesookie · 2 years ago

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swim good₊˚.༄ shuri udaku pt.1

titled inspired by “swim good” by frank ocean

paring: shuri udaku x blk fem! reader

summary: (a cliche) in sitcom-like fashion, an unathletic shuri udaku attempts to join the swim team to impress a girl she likes.

part summary: shuri is smitten and her lovesick ass gets into trouble.

word count: 2.5k

content will include: third person story-telling + reader goes by all pronouns, nerd!shuri, pining!shuri, athlete stem!reader, reader is aware of shuri’s efforts and finds it adorable, the reader is a huge tease, reader’s a flirt but they’re rlly sweet too, reader is shorter than shuri but stronger, college au, swim sports au, peter parker and friends cameo as her lil nerd group (???), shuriri are besties and dormates, swim teacher!namor, t’challa is alive and he’s the wrestling team coach :’), wrestling team co-coach!m’baku, fencing teacher!okoye mentioned, literature teacher!nakia mentioned, shuri’s hair is the short coily undercut in this story, I refer shuri by like six diff nicknames for fun bc it’s funny and we having fun, by “purple-clad” shuri I mean purple flannel and not the tracksuit, y’know, bc she’s a nerd /hj, I call them teens bc they’re still eightTEEN and nighTEEN, a good chunk of the story is just the other characters dogging on shuri for her sitcom ahh decisions and lines lmao, lots of banter, sitcom-like corniness and humor, sexual jokes but not rlly any content, some tension tho, pretty much fluff, just a lil fun🤷🏾‍♂️

a/n: i didn’t know whether to make this a college au or high school au bc technically I’m bout to leave high school but I’m also not in college yet so idk what id get right or wrong sooooo I’mma play it safe and go freshmen in college???

tags: @bellaallebbella1 for the dt @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @zayswriting @generallysapphic bc they’re the pioneers and my favs fr, and @vampzxi cuz it’s lowkey inspired the shuri high school headcannons even tho it’s not rlly even close but shoutout fr

alsooooo since just getting back into writing like this outside of school direction and im not used to writing a straight shot one shot, this gon be multiple parts IM SAWRIIIIIIIIII, it’s only 2 parts tho

AGAIN THIS IS MY FIRST FF IN A WHILE AND I DIDNT HAVE ANYONE PROOFREAD IM SAWRI IF THE PACING OR THE PLOT COMES OFF INCOHERENT😭😭

[MONDAY AFTERNOON]

Her smooth silk brown skin glistens

under the sunlit illuminated windows

as the water trickles

down her broad shoulders

to her god-crafted muscles,

flexing with every step they take

ever

slightly

out the pool.

Their chest heaving,

a slightly tired

yet heavy gaze

as they skim around the room at their peers,

eyes landing on one particular figure

with a similar look in their eye.

Her stoic demeanor is slowly replaced

with a playful smirk as she eyes...

wait…

SHE’S LOOKING AT ME-

SHIT!

Shuri snaps out of her internal monologue, jumping from the huge glass that peered into the school’s aquatic center, and quickly bolts through the double doors that lead to the hallway. When she’s out of sight, she slumps over, catching her breath. “Wow, Ms. Nakia would have either granted me an A+ or sent me to the principal’s office with the type of words I was thinking,” Shuri chuckles to herself.

After a brief pause at her words, her face heats up as she quickly facepalms in shame.

“What the hell am I saying?”

Reluctant, she trudges down the hall in embarrassment, making her way to the place she considered her third home: the science building computer lab (her second home was chemistry lab 2b).

In there resides Peter Parker and Ned Leeds, sitting around a desktop clicking away at some first-person shooter game, with an unwavering MJ Watson sitting a couple of seats away from the boisterous boys, head in a book per the usual. All three teens lined up in typical geeky fashion. Shuri slumps her book bag over a computer table, the sudden noise breaking the immersion of the boys who then looked up from their game, spotting the presence of their purple-clad friend.

“Dude, what have you been doing all this time?” Ned scowls. “We didn’t have any clubs today and we’ve been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes to walk to that new milk tea cafe MJ’s been telling us about.”

Not lifting her head from her book, MJ snarkily remarks, “She’s probably been too busy ogling the crap out of that poor girl over at the aqua center.”

Shuri’s face heats up as she’s quick to defend herself. “Cut it out! Of course I wasn’t!”

MJ smirks, still not looking up from her book. “Sorry, lemme rephrase that better: she’s probably been too busy eye fucking the crap out of that poor girl over at the aqua center.” Blood rushes through Shuri’s cheeks as she sputters incompressible excuses from her mouth, MJ giggling at her discomposure from her book.

“You’re such a mess, Shuri! When are you gonna finally buckle down and rizz her up– or at least go up and talk to the girl instead of borderline stalking her almost every afternoon?” Peter playfully pokes the purple-clad.

Shuri sucks her teeth, swatting him away. “One: the word ‘rizz’ sounds extremely uncanny coming out of your mouth. Please refrain from using that word around me again.”

Collective snorts bounce off the embarrassed white teen whose shit-eating grin twists into a poker face.

“Two: I don’t eye Y/N almost every afternoon.” Shuri pshaws and waves everyone off.

“Oh, my bad!'' Peter dramatically gasps, slapping a hand over his chest. “It’s every morning, lunch break, assembly, dinner break, class transition, and EVERY afternoon.” Collective snickers break out as Shuri backhands Peter, not harshly, but hard enough to derive a strained “ack!” out of him.

“But seriously, Shuri, it’s about time you try and get this girl’s number.” MJ goes on, finally looking up from her book and putting it on the table spine up. “It’s no use for you to keep on hopelessly pining after this girl from afar and not putting in the effort to actually pursue her.” Shuri slumps into a chair and releases an exasperated sigh.

“I do, but what would a versatile and talented girl want with a one-trick pony nerd like me?” MJ visibly cringes at the purple-clad’s words. “Ewww man, this isn’t the 80s! We are NOT living in a Disney Channel sitcom. There’s a lot of people would go for somebody as smart and intelligent as you, you know that.”

“Yeah, maybe to do their homework for them,” Shuri retorts. MJ pauses. “Hmmm, now that claim, I won’t completely disagree with...” “MJ!” Ned dramatically gasps as he lightly slaps MJ on the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to her, Shuri. You are perfectly capable of winning Y/N over just the way you are.”

The purple-clad snickers. “Now THAT was something you could’ve sworn was straight out of a Disney Channel sitcom.”

About 15 minutes later, the eccentric group of teens close up the computer lab and continue down the hallways with milk tea on their minds… except for Shuri. She trails behind the bunch, head hung low, peeping at Y/N’s Instagram.

As her walking gets slower as she’s gaping at her phone, the coil-haired nerd brushes her shoulder against what she thinks is just a wall. She lifts her head to notice the shorter, dark, and gorgeous swimmer— the same one on her phone that she still had in open view.

“Oh! Whassup, Miss Shuri!” Y/N’s eyes light up as he greets the taller.

Shuri’s breath hitches at the lovely emphasis put on her name, blood running cold as she quickly checks her peripheral to make sure the gang wasn’t around to humiliate her more than she already was.

Meanwhile, the teens heard what was going on behind them, but chose to continue on their merry way, intentionally leaving the two alone in the middle of the hallway.

She looks back at the short athlete and returns the greeting with a bashful smile. “What brings you here, Y/N?” The nerd quickly asks in a desperate attempt to carry the conversation, forgetting that people don’t need a reason to just roam the halls, something she mentally facepalms herself for right after.

“Nothin’ much,” Y/N chuckles at Shuri’s nervous efforts. “I’m just coming out of my swim practice. Mr. Namor was runnin’ me dry today.”

The athlete pauses as if she’s recalling something, the corners of her mouth slowly curling into a knowing smirk.

“I saw you peeping me over at the center earlier,” she drawls, “figured you wanted to speak to me about somethin’?” The athlete’s tongue subtly swipes across her bottom lip, as she gazes up at Shuri with a particular look in her eye, irises occasionally shifting down to the open Instagram page still on her phone, waiting for an excuse.

It was enough for the poor nerd to melt into a puddle, knees buckle and collapse, and lay sprawled across the hallway floor right then and there, but luckily for her, she still possessed a pinch of dignity left within her. With fleeting composure, gripping her backpack strap with strain, Shuri gives a weak pshaw.

“Me? I was just passing by! I just really like watching the team…”

You…

“...practice.”

As Shuri desperately attempts to form more words that can potentially save her, her eyes flicker to a *very convenient* bulletin board behind the shorter athlete. There, plastered on the brown surface was a poster: “CALLING FOR NEW MEMBERS! Swim Team Tryouts This Thursday at 5 pm! Swim Your Way To Success!”

Oh, Bast…

“In fact, I’m thinking of trying out for the swim team myself,” the nerd straightens up and states proudly, hoping she masked the way she winced at her words.

Y/N, who was expecting a different answer, gapes at the helpless girl in slight shock. “Oh, for real? That’s crazy! I never pegged you as a swimmer, Shuri.”

The nerd’s mouth forms a goofy grin. “And why is that?” She dramatically slaps a hand on her chest. “Is it because I’m of the darker persuasion?”

This derives a hearty cackle out of the shorter athlete, Shuri’s stomach fluttering from the fact that she made the girl laugh.

“Negro, please,” Y/N catches his breath and straightens up. “It’s because… I mean…” The shorter athlete trails off, eyeing Shuri up and down, the nerd’s cheeks heating up in the act.

“You know what? Nevermind. I can’t blame you for wanting to try. Hell, I’ve been swimming since 4 years old, the feeling’s exhilarating.” Y/N sighs off into the distance, as Shuri internally gushes at the shorter athlete’s passion.

Suddenly she snaps out of her trance and backtracks on the words of the other girl.

“Can’t blame me for wanting to ‘try’? Are you still assuming I can’t swim?”

Y/N waves his hands in defense. “No! I’m just saying–”

“Well I’m GOING to try out, I’m GOING to swim like a pro, and I’m GOING to get on the team!”

After a brief pause at her sudden outburst of competitiveness, Shuri reels it back in with a small “...respectfully,” and a cheeky smile.

Amused at the nerd’s sudden wave of confidence, Y/N clasps their hands together in accord. “Sounds like a plan then! I guess I’ll be seeing you Thursday then.” The shorter athlete readjusts the duffle bag strap on her shoulder and starts to walk closer to Shuri, laying an encouraging, yet, knowing hand on the taller’s shoulder, and leans into her ear.

Shuri could have sworn she was imagining what was rasped next.

“Word of advice: work on that backstroke… I know I will.”

Y/N then pulls away with an innocent grin and brushes past the appalled nerd, continuing on their merry way, but to suddenly turn around to yell one last thing:

“And your phone’s still on!”

Frozen in place, the girl slowly peers down to her cellular (one she made the mistake of changing the display settings to go into sleep mode after 5 minutes) still on Y/N’s Instagram page.

Once the athlete was out of sight, Shuri’s knees buckled as she grips the nearest wall, releasing a sigh of relief, quickly washed over with a wave of anxiousness.

What have I got myself into?

“Y’know a backstroke is a type of swim move, right?”

Riri chuckles at Shuri as she clicks away on her calculator, doing her homework on her bed. The young prodigy lifts her face from it being buried in her pillow and whines.

“But she said it so… sultry like… and her voice was so… raspy… it felt INTENTIONAL!”

“Or maybe your horny ass misconstrued her words and heard ‘backshots’ instead of ‘backstrokes’!” Riri giggled as Shuri proceeded to throw a pillow at the girl.

“Regardless, either word could be used as an innuendo, she did it on purpose,” Shuri retorts.

“Okay, okay, whatever. Sooo, what are you gonna do?”

Shuri flops back on her bed with a sigh. “I will try out for the swim team, like I said I would. I mean, she sounded so intrigued when I mentioned I was interested, and the passion in the way she speaks about it— I should at LEAST try.”

“Aww, I guess that’s fair,” Riri begins to coo. “If you knew how to swim.”

“Huh?”

“Shuri, I have never seen you TOUCH water unless it was for drinking or an experiment, let alone be EMERGED in water outside of taking showers and baths in it. We’ve had campus water activities and pool days before and each time you’ve said ‘I’m busy, I’m busy.’”

“Well I was, you know I have school work as my top priority.”

“We have them during school breaks, Shuri, you don’t work on a school break!”

Riri releases an exasperated sigh. “Shuri, can you swim or not?” The prodigy gives her friend a hesitant look. “I mean, I’m not the worst at it…”

“Shuri, just say you’re shit at swimming.”

“Fucking hate it.” Shuri blurts out. “Haven’t stepped foot into a pool since I was 6.”

“Damn it, Shuri!”

“You wanted me to be honest!”

Riri chuckles in disbelief, shaking her head. “That’s not even it, Shuri! Swim team try-outs are on Thursday, that’s in THREE DAYS! You barely know how to swim, what makes you think you’ll be ready within the next three days?”

“I’ll figure it out, okay?” Shuri stresses, trying to calm herself down. “I mean, you seem to know how to swim. Why don’t you teach me?”

“One: you dug this silly lil’ hole yourself,” Riri wags her finger at the prodigy, “I’m not helping you with shit. The most I’ll do is braid your hair back the night before so it can fit better in the swim cap you’ll have to put on. Two: I couldn’t teach you even if I wanted to because I wouldn’t have time, I’m stacked up on homework for the next few days.”

Shuri groans in her pillow, flopping back down on her bed once again. The young prodigy felt hopeless with no more ideas left… except for one last hope.

“No.”

“C’mon, brother! This is my love life on the line!”

T’Challa chuckles, crossing his arms. “You got yourself into this mess when you knew you couldn’t swim.” He raises is hands in defense. “You have a death wish, I am not helping you.”

“But that’s what Riri said!” Shuri whines.

“Well Riri is a good friend, keep her around. As for me, I have a gym to organize so I am going to continue what I was doing.” T’Challa does just that as he starts to pick up idle weights off the floor.

“I’ll pay you!”

“I have a job, and you’re a broke college student.”

“But with an internship!”

“An unpaid internship.”

“I’ll be your very best friend!”

“I’m your brother, and I already have plenty of friends.”

“Oh, like that old brute that works alongside you?”

“I heard that, you oversized midget!” A snarky coach M’baku scowls from the connected office.

“I’m 5’5!”

“And I’m 6’5, midget!”

Shuri rolls her eyes waves him off. “You work with that oversized man baby,” she sneers to T’Challa.

The older chuckles as he continues to tune out his sister’s persuasions while he tidies around the ring.

“Brother, please!” Shuri drops to her knees dramatically, rubbing her hands together in impatience. “I’m becoming desperate, I REALLY need your help!”

The younger continues to plead as the older man begins to cringe at the pathetic display, checking his peripheral to make sure she wasn’t causing a scene for unwarranted pedestrians that may walk past the gym.

“Okay okay, I will help you! Just stand up, PLEASE! You’re embarrassing me!” T’Challa quickly reassures the girl on the ground.

Shuri’s pleas quickly halt as she jumps to her feet, showering her brother with “thank you”s.

“Ahh, don’t thank me yet,” the older waves the girl off. “And I’m only going to be RE teaching you the basics. Any extra stunts you want to pull for your little girlfriend besides that will be on your accord.”

“Deal,” Shuri clasps her hands together.

“Now will you please leave me be? I have a gym to attend to.”

“Whatever,” Shuri remarks as she starts to head for the exit, “But just know I will be at the gym pool, bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow morning!”

The girl slaps the doorway wall and points at her brother, who both chuckles and cringes at her enthusiasm.

Once the bubbly teen was out of sight, M’baku wheels himself to the office doorway in his rolling chair.

“You know she’s going to drown herself.”

A reluctant T’Challa sighs. “Yep.”

To be continued headass…

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tobysbliss · 1 year ago

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30 and/or 88 with CC crimeboys :)

im ngl i panicked when seeing this cause i didnt remember what list but i figured it out

88. "Oh my God. You're a literal child."

this prompt is from months ago LMFAO sorryy😭

mmmmmcrimeboystkfight

CC switch!wilbur (he/him) CC switch!tommy (he/him)

i love crimeboys they r so very dear to me <33

this escalated. ficlet? fic? this is long. oops😊

Wilbur was annoyed, to say the least. Well he pretended he was. Tommy was making the stupidest jokes Wilbur had ever heard, because he, in Tommy’s words, needed to “lighten up a bit.” In Tommy’s defense, he had not seen Wilbur smile or heard him laugh in days. So now they’re here, Tommy trying everything to get Wilbur to atleast smile.

“Tommy, your jokes are so unfunny, it is not going to work. I won’t break just because you think I need to ‘lighten up.’” Wilbur spoke flatly, but Tommy didn’t stop. Nothing was wrong with Wilbur, he wasn’t sad or upset about anything, he just had really nothing to be smiling about at the moment.

Tommy’s jokes were so stupid, to the point Wilbur was struggling not to crack a smile. The jokes weren’t funny, they were stupid. So stupidly unfunny that it made them funny.

“Come on, man! Just laugh! Smile, even! I’ll take a small smile! Just—“ Tommy brought his thumbs to Wilbur’s face, forcing him to smile. Wilbur pushed him off, now a genuine smile on his face. He groaned out of defeat, but he figured Tommy would stop now. “Now we’re getting somewhere!”

Tommy stopped to think, and through this Wilbur zoned out entirely. Then Tommy thought of something, letting out a small gasp at the idea.

“I got it!” Tommy exclaimed before tasering Wilbur’s sides, eliciting a shriek from the brunette as a wobbly, panicked smile appeared on his face. Tommy poked around Wilbur’s sides, ribs, stomach, and his back. Wilbur giggled softly, pushing Tommy away.

“Oh my God. You’re a literal child.” The older of the two snickered, very quickly poking Tommy’s stomach in retaliation. The blonde curled in on himself immediately, giggling and kicking Wilbur to get him away.

“Did you just kick me? Oh you are so in for ihihit- Hehehey! TOHOMMY!” Wilbur squealed, falling backwards and trying to push Tommy’s hands away as the blonde pinched up and down Wilbur’s ribs. The brunette screamed, thrashing to get Tommy off.

“Fight me, bitch!” Tommy most definitely regretted his words, because immediately after he said them, Wilbur turned the tables. He pinned Tommy down, scribbling and pinching around the teen’s stomach.

“WIHIHILBUHUR!” Tommy tried to push Wilbur away, but he failed.

“Tommy!” Wilbur mimicked him, leaning down to blown a raspberry on Tommy’s neck. “You told me to fight you, did you not? I’m fighting back! You did this to yourself, mate.”

Tommy’s shrieky laughter now mixed with giggles as Wilbur targetted his neck alongside his stomach. “FuhUHUCK OHOhoff!”

Tommy pushed Wilbur away, but the man was quick to react and quickly held Tommy in a hug to trap him. Wilbur reached a hand down, scribbling at the backs of Tommy’s knees, trying to tickle anywhere to weaken him.

Tommy kicked his legs out, struggling in Wilbur’s hold to turn around. He managed, and immediately poked and scribbled at the taller’s stomach as much as he could. Wilbur squealed as he let go, Tommy now having better access.

The two went back and forth, trying to keep the upper hand, however they just kept fighting back until they both were too tired. Their hair was a mess from rolling and squirming around on the floor, both flushed bright red with the widest smiles on their faces.

Well, Tommy got what he wanted; For his older brother to smile.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz ficlets #strangleetomz fics #ler!wilbur #lee!wilbur #ler!tommy #lee!tommy #switch!wilbur #switch!tommy #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle

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enid-rhees · 1 year ago

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i’m back again 😭 anyways can you please do an enid x reader where everyone thinks they are dating but theyre just friends and one day someone (it doesn’t matter who) goes in enids room and they see them cuddling while asleep and idrc what happened afterwards 😭

tysm for another request <33 hope you enjoy! i kinda centered this around Enid living with Glenn and Maggie and them two being the main people who suspect they’re dating, hope that is okay!

warnings: none!

A/N: hope you all enjoy! and as always, requests are open! if you’d like to request a story for anyone i write for, just read pinned!

inseparable was the only word to describe you and Enid. ever since the first day you arrived in Alexandria, she felt gravitated towards you. maybe it was because you were the only teen girl she’s seen in years, she didn’t know. but nothing was able to break the bond you two had.

everyday at the same time, same place, you two met up and spent the day together. you had even managed to convince Deanna at one point for all of your chores and shifts to be with Enid.

you two did everything together, and it was such a rare sight to see one of you alone. it - of course - rose questions about your relationship within Alexandria and Hilltop residents. although, you were oblivious to the words being said about the two of you. you guys didn’t know so many people thought you were more than just friends.

“stay still!” you laughed, grabbing Enid’s jaw and keeping her head in place. you carefully drew the wing of eyeliner across her lid, filling in the small gap. “it tickles!” she whined.

you were on her lap, currently trying your best to do her makeup. you had found some on a run together, and thought it would be perfect to give each other makeovers — just like how friends used to do before the apocalypse.

you had already applied a pretty shade of pink to her eyes, and you couldn’t lie to yourself that they made her eyes prettier than they already were. repositioning yourself on her lap, you then pulled out lipgloss.

the lipgloss was another shade of pink, and you started to softly drag it along her lips. when you looked down at her lips, you couldn’t help but stare. they were plump, and the gloss only made them look better. they parted slightly, and you suddenly felt yourself move closer to her.

when you applied the final layer, her door opened. the two of you jumped in place, and then Maggie and Glenn were staring at you with wide eyes. they looked at you up and down because of the way you sat on her lap, and you didn’t realize until now how it looked.

“i’m- I’m so sorry!” Maggie exclaimed. “since when were you dating?” Glenn asked. you and Enid’s heads snapped towards each other before looking back at them.

“we’re not dating!” Enid said, shaking her head rapidly. “i-i was just doing her makeup…” you added, voice shaking a little.

“…you’re not?” Maggie asked. you both shook your heads slowly. “you thought we were?” Enid questioned. “well… a lot of people think you are.” she admitted.

“what?” you and Enid shouted at the same time. “you guys are never seen alone! you two are completely inseparable, everyone sees it.”

you and Enid shared a glance, not knowing what to say to that. “okay, we’re gonna leave you guys be now. sorry for… walking in again.” Maggie said, taking Glenn’s hand and walking out with him.

you got off of Enid’s lap so she could close her bedroom door again. when she turned back to you, you noticed that the eyeliner never fully dried, and had smeared on her eyelids when Maggie and Glenn came in.

“oh my god, Enid.” you laughed. she sat back down next to you, “the eyeliner smeared.” you pouted, taking out makeup wipes. “i’ll do it another day.”

you gently dragged the wipe along her eyelids, making sure to get every last bit so it wouldn’t stain her face later. after you were done and threw out the wipe, Enid yawned.

“tired?” you asked. she nodded with a light laugh, “yeah i guess so. i think our watch shift really got to me today.”

“you can nap. i’ll just go ho-“

“no.” Enid interrupted. “take a nap with me. please.” she said, giving you a look you could never say no to. you gave her a soft smile, “okay.”

Enid turned off her bedside lamp as you both got into her bed. she held you tightly, completely keeping you safe in her arms. you let out a sigh of content, dropping your head into her neck. after a few minutes, both of you were asleep.

a few hours had passed, and Maggie and Glenn started to make their way upstairs to finally go to bed. “i think Enid’s still awake, i’m gonna let her know we’re going to sleep.” Maggie told Glenn.

“i’ll come say goodnight as well.” he answered. they walked down the hall to Enid’s bedroom door. Maggie slowly turned the knob, opening the door carefully.

“Enid? we’re gonna go to- oh.” they stopped once they saw the two of you in her bed. Enid held you so tightly, protecting you even in her sleep.

a small smile made its way to both their lips. “come on.” Glenn whispered, nudging her shoulder. they walked out, and Maggie closed the door behind her.

the sound caused both of you to jump out of your sleep. Enid continued to hold onto you with a tight grip as she looked around her room. “it’s nothing,” she reassured you. “probably something outside.”

you resumed your previous position, but then Enid looked down at you. “what?” you whispered.

Enid hesitated, and then pressed her lips to yours. a sound of surprise left your lips, but you quickly kissed her back. she held onto your waist, rubbing circles on the skin.

you pulled away, breathing heavily against her lips. “did you mean that?” you asked her. Enid nodded, leaning down for one more kiss. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you since the day we met, Y/N.”

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd

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ohno-the-sun · 9 months ago

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I hope you don't mind that I wrote a few thoughts together reading along your chapters 👉👈 from the luca au

"I was playing it very cool and collected I’m sure Bright doesn’t suspect a thing"

Right Sun riiight😂😂😭😭 oh your poor soul♡♡♡

“Ah no no! It’s okay everything’s fine!”

SUUUNNYYY!!!! A PERSON WHO IS FEELING GOOD DOESN'T SAY THIIISSSS

My man. I love you. But you need a hug and a whole therapy right about now🥺🫂

"How does that even happen? They are non-porous rubber gloves— how does water even get behind it?"

Wait... does sweat also....👁👁

"I washed the soap off, splashing my face. Immediately the nauseous feeling subsided as the soapy water fell away."

Oh no!! FISH IN SOAP!! FISH IN SOAP!!! 🚨🚨

Soap is not good for you pal😟

"I realized suddenly and harshly that they truly were the only person I had left"

Don't mind me... just bawling my eyes out😭😭😭😭 SUNNNYYYY!!!!

Think!!! Think about the letter!!! There is one more person you have to meet!!! She spoke about 2 "you 2" 😭😭😭 SUNNY!!!! YOU HAVE A BROTHER😭😭😭

I just know he will be a doushbag at first, but he is nice🥺🥺 I promise

"What in the world is that BMW doing it’s gonna crash into someone"

Always that bmw😂😂😂

But oh golly🥺 i feel you Sun🫂

"Indeed it looked like the previous shop name could be barely seen underneath the plastic signage of Pizzahut. It looked like something with an F?"

Oh oh.... 😏😏😏😏 What could it be~~

Just not the big ol' Fazbear Pizza~

“Fredrick?”

The man laughed heartily.

“Oh no none of that, call me Freddy.”

FREDERIIIICK!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

FREDDYYYYYY!!! ...wait.. that means the teen is GREGORY?!?!👀👀

“He’s sort of a regular in here. A friend of a friend you could say. Though I haven’t seen him in a while...”

🎶THERE HE IS!!! HERE IS THE BOOY~ COME ON BOY~ WELCOME🎶 MOON IS IN THE TOWN!! LETS GOOOOO!!! >:DD

"That guy was getting on my last nerve I swear! Hopefully, I won’t have to deal with him again.

“He seemed nice!” Bright smiled"

😂😂😂 You know what you did here!!! And I love it♡

What can I say your life is like a movie!” Lifting my head up I gave them a commiserating look.

“I don’t wanna be a main character.”

🥺🥺🥺Sunny... you are so relatable, but oh gosh🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

"He wasn’t even mentioned in the note or anything."

SUNNYYYYY😭😭😭 I love you... but you are so blind for this (btw I choked on my drink when he assumed that Moon can be his dad😂)

"Twisting my head almost painfully fast I looked behind me.

There, a large black and white creature swam anxiously. Its long luminescent tail whipped through the water as its humanoid upper half was held unnaturally still. It stared with large bulging eyes. At the end of its tail sat a large half-crescent fin.

A moon.

'Who the hell are you?'"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY MEET AT LAST!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ *uncoherent fan-screaming continues*

"I felt my face scrunch up involuntarily.

This thing was a real piece of work."

Yep yep. You are so in canon! 🫂💞🌷😊😊😊I love it!! I love it I love it I love it♡♡♡♡ AAAAAAAA💞💞💞💞💞 I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC

Khm... sry about that😅 ... let's continue civilized🧐

Its slit pupils darted down, it almost looked like it was looking at my chest– or hands.

It twisted its head away from me, craning its neck at an almost unnatural angle. Almost like a petulant child it crossed its arms over its chest.

‘Fiiiine.’

AAAWWWIEEEEE!!! I KNEW IT I KNEW THAT HE IS A SOFTIE!!! 🥺🥺🥺♡♡♡♡

"I quickly pulled everything else on. The building chill made moving around on a sandy beach nearly nude a very not pleasant experience.

0 out of 10 never recommend"

Maaan😂💞 I love your writing♡

"“Now listen here you little–”

He stopped. Eyes wide staring."

AAAAA!!! MONTYYYY

"Sun. And yeah sorry I’m just– uh – real tired"

Awwwie🥺🥺 he has that soggy wet cat rizz and used it on 2 people already. My poor poor bean🫂 Sunny.

But respect at staying so reasonable after that day.🫡

"I promise I am a better artist than writer"

If you are a better artist than writer it is a WIN- WIN!! >:D I love your art and writing man!!!! Aaaaaaaa♡♡♡♡

I need to print this out and hang it on a wall

Oughggh I’m so very very happy you like the story 😭😭😭💕💕

And you noticed so many little things I’m so over the moon I’m gonna scream and cry

#check tag when sad #legit about to explode rn #waaabahajaa #I love your thoughts sosososos much #Luca au #aaaaeaarraaaaa #oh shoot should I tag spoilers?#spoilers #pfpfpt #aghakakaka #I’m gonna keep this forever ough I am sosos happy you like it Oughggh

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izzahnasa · 23 days ago

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✨ WEEKLY JOURNAL 2 ✨

MY CATS’ FAMILY TREE

Today I’m going to talk about my cat’s family tree. It gets confusing so I need to write it down to make sure that I can remember.

I adopt my first cat Raya 3 years ago. She then gave birth to two babies which I didn’t even get to name them yet and they passed away ‘cause Raya is a first time mom. Next, she gave birth to four cute little babies which I named them after a coffee name; Latte (female), Americano (male), Espresso (male) and Cappucino (male). Cappucino went missing first, then Americano and lastly Espresso. Latte is the only one that didn’t go missing and still with me today.

Next, she gave birth to another four little babies which is all black in color like her unlike before. It gets hard to tell them apart so my mom put colourful threads on each baby. We named them after the color of the threads; Reddy, Bluey, Greeny and Peachy. Peachy is the only one who didn’t go missing until today.

Next, she gave birth to another four babies and all of them are grey. I know, she’s nuts. Getting pregnant without fail 😭. I’m tired too, you know. She raised the babies on the roof thus we didn’t get to name them. When they grow up little by little, we started taming them because they are so ferocious like feral cats. Not all of them survived as usual. There’s only one of them that still with me today. Her name is Abu. I know. My mother named her that because she is grey as in malay, “KELABU”. To make it short, Abu. The funny thing is that when you play the Abuya sound that went viral nowadays, Abu will come to you because she thought you called for her 😭🙏🏻.

Latte grew up and got impregnated when she was only 6 months old. I heard that cats stayed the same size when they get pregnant at teen. Is it true? Because she didn’t get any bigger though. She gave birth to four cute babies that we named Leo, Lola, Kodek 1 and Kodek 2. We didn’t have any ideas. Kodek means “ekor pendek” in malay. But make it short, Kodek. I know. My mom is the one who gets these weird ideas. Meanwhile Leo, our family’s favourite, naughty and carefree child. Our days are filled with laughter and joy with his presence. He passed away bitten by two black dogs at the park in front of our house on 9 August 2024. We already prevented him from going to the park because it’s dangerous. But what can I do.. Every life on earth will eventually meet its end. It’s just that he goes first.

Right now, my family’s favourite is Lola. He is a male. But we mistook his gender for a female. It’s already too late to change his name. But he has a soft voice like a female cat. He also looks very soft and delicate. How can we not mistake him for a female? He is so cute.

I think that’s all about my cats. Confusing right? It’s alright. Stay confused with us 🤗.

#writing project #writing #journal #week 2

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fenharel-enaste · 2 years ago

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Morning Star

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings/Content: Angst, family loss and grieving (i don't recommend you to read it if you feel this might be triggering for you, take care pls 💕) but also comfort.

Notes: Shoutout to my brother, he came up with the idea of Elrond chasing his father's star and I just had to write it. Elrond is just a baby, must protect, I'm sorry I'm doing this to you 😭

Requested by: @girldetectivesthings

Tagging: @starlady66 @thesolarangel @elronds-pointy-ears (my fellow Elrond simps 💕)

You can read it in AO3 as well!

Young Elrond gets lost chasing a star, but he is found by someone that comforts him and helps him find his way back home.

There was a starry sky over Elrond's head when he began to run. Thousands and thousands of stars filled the skies, but the young half-elf only had eyes for one, a new star that twinkled brighter than the rest. Father. He had dreamed of it. He had seen it shining on the top of a high cliff by the sea.

He had been running uphill all night. He was strong, but his anguish and desperation exhausted him greatly. He didn't care, he didn't care about anything but getting to the summit of that cliff, he needed to reach it, to reunite with his father, to hear his voice one last time. Father.

He felt he should be grateful that, when he looked up at the sky, he was always there, that he had something to remember him by, but yet it only reminded him that he was simply up there and not by his side, holding him, talking to him and advising him in the darkest of moments. Moments like that one. But he was alone, with only the sounds of the night as company.

Endless hours passed, and he finally reached the summit with the first light of day rising at his back, but it was too late, the stars that lit up the night had disappeared and he could no longer see his father. Only a golden sky and the wide, vast sea before his eyes. It was the first time a sunrise had made him feel so much loss and sorrow. The grief was much stronger than him, he only felt pain in his body for having run all night, but the pain in his soul was even greater. Father, father, father... He felt the tears cool on his cheeks from the sea breeze, then an overwhelming tiredness, and then nothing.

After what seemed like a millennium of bad dreams, these were suddenly interrupted by one of the gentlest sounds he had ever heard, a sweet, soothing voice, a light in the darkness, guiding him back from the shadows of his dreams. “Boy?” Mother. He was home. He opened his eyes slowly and saw a beautiful face before him, an elven woman with golden hair, shimmering in the dawn's light, and eyes as blue as the sea that stretched before them, full of concern. Elrond felt somehow disappointed at the realisation that it was not his beloved mother, but for some odd reason, the voice emanating from her was almost as comforting at that moment.

“Are you alright, boy?” The half-elf rubbed his hands over his eyes, it was as if his head had been crushed. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out of it, his throat felt dry and sore from the effort.

“Wait, do not speak.” Galadriel then reached for her waterskin and helped him up to put it to his cracked lips. And Elrond drank as if he had not tasted water in years. The long, desperate run through the night had left him completely dehydrated. He stopped drinking suddenly when he realised that he had used up most of the water. “I... I’m sorry...” He uttered shyly. “You have no reason to apologize, child.” Galadriel said with a sympathetic smile, and with some amusement even, as Elrond could sense. “Are you feeling better?” She asked. The boy still felt tired and light-headed, but at least he had regained his speech and his breath. “Yes... I... I think so.” He struggled to stand up on his own, but the stranger helped him keep his balance.

"You had frightened me. I was sitting there and all of a sudden I saw you run up to me until you... you collapsed." Worry had returned to her blue eyes.

“You were...? I hadn’t seen you.” He couldn't remember anything, to be honest. Only the sight of the sea, a starless morning sky, pain, a lot of pain, and then endless nightmares. “How long have I been sleeping?”

“Less than an hour.” Galadriel replied. Only that long? It was hard to believe.

“I’ve had dreams. Really bad dreams. They were... long. So long and reaI I could have mistaken them for my waking life...”

“And too short are frequently the peaceful dreams, are they not?” She reached her hand into his hair in an attempt to comfort him.

“How should I call you, boy?”

He hesitated for a moment before giving an answer. "Elrond." He finally spoke.

“You may call me Galadriel, Elrond. Come. Have a seat with me and tell me how you arrived here.” She offered him her hand with a reassuring smile and led him to the rock where she was sitting earlier, gazing at the tranquil horizon, when her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the poor soul.

The young elf, without really knowing why, trusted the strange woman enough to tell her everything he knew about the loss of his father, about how, without having been present, he learned through a dream that he was no longer in the world of the living... but neither was he in the Halls of Mandos. He tried to be strong and hold back his tears, but he could not stop them from spilling down his cheeks as he felt the heavy weight of loss. Galadriel leaned close to him to hold him in a warm embrace.

“This pain... it is unbearable. I need it to stop...” He said between sobs, his voice barely audible. The boy broke Galadriel's heart; she knew loss. She knew it all too well. That was why she sat on the same rock every morning, gazing out across the vast sea and staring longingly at the distant lands of the west. Each day she was tempted to sail towards them, but she knew the guilt would consume her. And she would not carry her grief to the undying lands. She could lie to Elrond, she could comfort him saying that the pain would eventually fade away, but what good would that do him in the long run?

“I am terribly sorry, Elrond. This is not a kind of pain that we can let go of. The world will simply grow bigger around it as it changes. We must endure.”

They remained like that for a good while. Galadriel did not try to stop Elrond from crying, she simply held him until there were no more tears left in him. Finally, Galadriel spoke.

“Do you have someone, Elrond? Is there anyone who may be missing you?” She asked, pulling away from him to look him in the eye.

The young elf considered his answer for a few seconds. “My- my brother, but... I couldn’t tell where he is...”

“Let’s go find him then. He must be worried wondering where you might be. Besides, I'm sure he needs you at this moment as much as you need him.” She told him, standing up from the rock and offering her hand once more to help him down.

Strangely, Elrond felt much better now. He had never thought he could find such comfort in a person he had never met before. And then it occurred to him.

Perhaps it was that strange woman the star he saw in his dream that would guide him home that morning.

#elrond #galadriel #elrond fanfic #my fics #the rings of power #galadriel fanfic

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will80sbyers · 2 years ago

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okay honestly on the kissing topic: What do these people who harass others in the fandom for writing/drawing more than a tiny press of lips think the byler kiss will look like? it won’t be a little peck with so much emotion building up, and that is okay and normal! will they lose their minds at the writers? Why WOULDN’T you want the queer romances to be allowed the same respect and opportunities on screen as all the het couples who literally get make outs and sexual references each season anyway? byler and rovickie deserve being passionate on screen in whatever way that looks like for them. I’m tired of this “protecting” people seem to do with byler, its so jarring as someone who’s been in fandoms for many years. draw all the kisses you want guys lets see those boys be happy together!

No, you're so right... because now that I think about it they really did make a lot of sexual references/jokes with the straight kids and teens like the "keep it PG" that Keith said to Max and Lucas for example and I've never seen anyone complain about that!

but a simple kiss between queer kids is weird??? like... I'm chronically online too but not THAT much 😭

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #ask

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the1975attheirverybest · 5 months ago

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I love reading what you and these anons write!! I'm just sitting here reading them like it's professionals dissecting stuff and I love ittt. So interestinggggg (I'm so tired, can you tell? 😭 I'm gonna go to sleep soon but I'm just gonna be delulu on the internet for a little longer)

-🫀

Hahahaha. To be fair, I don’t know much about Taylor’s music so definitely don’t trust me! It’s so weird that she’s kind of all over my life but I somehow don’t know that much about her. Like, “teardrops on my guitar” was the first song that I downloaded on my MP3 (I’m old okay) but at the time I was living in the Middle East and all the people named “Taylor” that I knew were boys so I thought she was a guy 💀. Then my younger sister got her albums. She’s still a huge swiftie to this day. We used to share a bedroom back then and so every morning, getting ready for school she would play Fearless and Speak Now. Also were at that age where I was becoming an older teen but she was like 13-14 so we didn’t have much in common and I definitely used music to bond with her. So like all the stuff relating to girlhood and growing up and stuff is very intertwined with Taylor in my mind but her fandom always scared me so I never fully went in on any of it. It’s weird idk hahah.

#🫀anon

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97-liners · 2 years ago

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hiiii congrats on 2k!! deserved 👏👏👏 love how you play with language and set the mood and write dialogues ^^

for my request: sensory prompt 63. indigo skies before dawn + supernatural!vernon or maybe royalty, up to u :D

63. indigo skies before dawn | supernatural/fantasy au | this is a teen drama wrapped in a modern fantasy setting

HI IM GARBAGE. i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for WELL OVER half a year now and i’ve been feeling so guilty that i can’t just bring myself to finish it. so i’m absolving myself of my sins (a lie) and just posting my unfinished draft. FORGIVE ME 😭😭😭😭

words: 3.8k; progress: ~25%

Hansol always makes it feel so easy.

Tonight, he comes into the convenience store just before 3am, dressed in a denim jacket pulled over a plain gray hoody and gray sweats. With a wave of a hand, he tugs one of his earbuds out and greets you with a casual “‘sup?”

“Hi Vernon,” you grin at him from behind the register. “Staying up late again?”

“Yeah,” he says nonchalantly as he grabs a triangle kimbap and a can of peach soda from the refrigerated section, “I have a big project due tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow and begin to check him out at the register. “Should you be working on that?”

Hansol shrugs. “Yeah, but I’d rather hang out with you for a while.”

“Fine then.” You grin and lean forward, resting your chin on one hand. At this time of night, the street is empty and silent and the washed-out bright glow flooding the convenience store is beginning to make your eyes hurt. “What are you working on these days? Did you finish that song from last week?”

Hansol offers you one of his earbuds, tilting his head in a silent nod for you to listen. You lean across the counter and take it, and you wait for the music to start.

The first time you meet Hansol, it’s nearly midnight and you’re the only person working. The convenience store is nestled in a quiet human residential area on the edge of the city, an area that gets nearly no traffic in the small hours of night save for the occasional tipsy businessman smelling of soju and grilled meat, stumbling in for a bottle of water and some hangover relief drink mix before returning home.

That night, Hansol comes in and you watch, tired and bored, as he saunters through the automatic sliding doors in his ripped jeans and leather jacket, a cap tugged low over his eyes.

Of course you recognize him. You’re not stupid, after all, or totally out of the loop despite the stereotypes. You’d have to be totally dense not to recognize Choi Hansol. Even if he hasn’t been in the public eye for years, you still remember what his face looked like, bright and innocent, just a child standing on a balcony in front of millions. You know who he is, but you don’t react, simply because you’re too tired and self-absorbed in your own internal turmoil to.

You watch, disinterested, as he wanders up and down the aisles and grabs various snacks and junk food, bobbing his head to whatever music is being piped through his headphones. When he gets to the counter with his instant ramen and peach yogurt, he tugs off his headphones and lets them hang around his neck and looks up at you, almost cautiously.

“Will that be all for you tonight?” You keep your expression neutral and your face blank, and Hansol nearly breathes a sigh of relief. He’s so obvious, you can’t help but to think that it’s kind of cute.

“Yeah,” he says, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. “Can you heat up the ramen for me?”

That surprises you more than anything. Most customers use the attached charm on the underside of the lid to heat up their ramen. Maybe the rumors are true– you remember the gossip back when he had stepped down and passed the crown to his younger sister. Apparently, he’s a dud, you remember one of the city vampires, Jeonghan, telling you when he had visited your sire. Jihoon doesn’t really care for mortal business, so naturally you had been out of the loop, only informed when Jeonghan had visited from the city with new clothes and the latest model of cell phone for you. You remember thinking that it was an unnecessarily cruel thing to say about a teenager, but then again, you had been too wrapped up in your bloodlust and still barely-controlled violent urges to really care much about human drama.

“Sure thing,” you say to Hansol, still not letting anything show on your face. You open the ramen package and turn around to fill it with cold water from the dispenser behind the counter, and then you close the paper lid and fold the tab over the lip of the styrofoam bowl. With a press of your hand against the lid, the charm activates and a few seconds later, the water is bubbling and the bowl is steaming. “Be careful,” you warn, placing the ramen on the counter in front of Hansol. He pays with his cell phone and takes his food, bringing it with him to the counter by the window.

Hansol settles on one of the stools and turns to face you as he waits for his ramen to finish cooking. “Are you new to the city?”

You had just settled back down in your book, so it takes you a second ot realize that he had been talking to you. Slowly, you look up from the page you’re on and at Hansol, who watches you expectantly. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he says, “your accent. You sound like you’re from the country.” His heartbeat is relaxed and his face is open, curious. It doesn’t look like he has any ulterior motives, so even though it’s a little weird of him to strike up a personal conversation with the convenience store worker, you decide to indulge him.

“Yeah. I just moved here two weeks ago. My family moved here, and I wanted to be closer to them.” It’s not a lie– while you were still coming to terms with your new body, your brother baby brother had gone and grown up, graduated college, gotten married, and moved to Seoul. And when your parents found out that his wife was pregnant, they had moved to the city too. And by the time you were stable enough to rejoin society, although Jihoon had advised against it, you wanted to be there too. You’re one of the lucky ones– your parents had wanted you back, despite everything.

“Cool,” Hansol nods. “How are you adjusting?”

“It’s… overwhelming,” you admit, “I feel like I don’t belong. It’s big and noisy, but it’s lonely.” The other night, while you were trying to find a post office open 24 hours, you had accidentally touched a door handle plated in silver, clearly of an anti-Other establishment, and you’re still nursing the blisters on your fingertips. In your past life, you’re not sure it you ever even noticed the silver-plated doors everywhere.

Hansol nods again, sympathetically. The way he listens to you feels sincere in a way that not a lot of people do. “I bet. You’ll get used to it, though,” he says, offering a little smile. “The city’s like that in a weird way. It so big, and at first, you feel like you’ll never fit in, but you start leaving your imprint on the city, and the city molds to fit you. Everybody gets used to it eventually, the city makes sure of it.”

“You talk about Seoul like it’s alive,” you laugh.

“Isn’t it though?” He tilts his head inquisitively.

You pause, considering his words for a moment. The concrete and wires are still, but the bright headlights and masses of beings pulsing through the highways and squeezing in the subways and buses are more alive than anything else you’ve experienced before.

“I mean, you’re here, in this convenience store, checking people out and heating up ramen in the middle of the night,” he points out. “Right now, this little piece of Seoul is alive, because of you.”

You press your mouth into a tight line, lips suddenly feeing shaky. Hansol stares at you with those dark, sharp eyes, fidding with the plastic sleeve of the disposable chopsticks in his hands. You inhale slightly, just enough to fill your lungs with the air to say “that makes me feel better. Thank you.”

“Vernon,” he says, face breaking into a grin. It’s a ridiculous smile, with all three billion of his teeth, but it’s a good smile regardless. “I’m Vernon.”

Returning his smile, you repeat the name, testing it out in your mouth. “Vernon.”

It’s just after the end of your shift and you’re walking home, headphones on, jacket slung loosely over your shoulders, listening to the kind of music that always reminds you what it feels like to be human. The night is cold, but you don’t feel uncomfortable, walking past buzzing orange streetlights and passing darkened windows. It’s 5 AM, and it’s just you and the moon. When you were younger, you used to savor these moments. It used to be a reprieve from the heat and noise of home, where you, your parents, and your brother were all cramped into the tight little flat, arguing and watching TV and listening to the radio and cooking and doing homework. But now, it just feels lonely. It makes you feel hollow, even as you sip at the little foil juice packet in your hand and let the metallic tang of blood flood your mouth.

You turn the corner to the little alley that the entrance to your apartment is on, and to your surprise, you see Hansol sitting on the steps leading up to the building across the street from yours. He’s looking down at his phone and is nursing a cigarette, a can of coke zero on the concrete by his feet.

“Vernon,” you say, half out of surprise, half because you’re just oddly glad to see him. “Do you live here?”

He looks up and as soon as he meets your eyes, he grins, a big goofy smile spreading across his face. “Oh, hey. Did you just get off work?”

You nod, and without waiting for an invitation, you toss your backpack to the ground and sit on the step next to him. Hansol wordlessly offers a cigarette, and you accept. Back when you had just been turned, you used to live on cigarettes because it would help to curb your uncontrollable thirst and calm you down from the bloodlust that new vampires are prone to. You’re less dependent on them these days, but it doesn’t hurt. Anything to feel human.

“I don’t live here, by the way,” he says, taking a nearly empty lighter from his pocket. You lean in to light the cigarette off the weak flame, and in the process, you catch a deep whiff of his scent, almost shuddering at how sweet and warm he smells. Like cinnamon and hot chocolate. Hansol goes on with his explanation, “my friend is a werewolf and asked me to wait here and let him in when he gets back.”

Your ears prick at the mention of another Other. Hansol still doesn’t know about you, but the casual way he mentions it makes you feel just a bit less nervous around him.

“You’re a really good friend, then,” you grin at him.

Hansol shrugs. “It’s just once a month, and his roommate is sick. Plus, he can’t pick up his keys and unlock the door with his wolfy paws and all.”

“I forgot it was the full moon,” you admit. “Probably should have been a bit more careful walking home from work,” you say, even though you’re fairly certain you have nothing to be afraid of save for bigots with wooden stakes.

“Nah, the wolves in this city are nothing to be afraid of,” he says, lifting his shoulders in a half-shrug. “There’s, like, three major packs here, and they all run a tight ship. Zero tolerance for anything that could get them in trouble and all.”

“Oh. That’s good to hear.” You wonder if there’s any other vampires your age in Seoul– the only other ones you know are open about their situation and well-established in the community, hundreds of years old. Jeonghan is nice to you, but it feels weird thinking of him as anything other than an elder.

“You live around here?”

“Yeah.” You point to the apartment across the narrow street. The metal gate is rusting and plastered over with old fliers. “That’s my apartment.”

“Nice,” Hansol nods. “It’s kind of a far walk from the convenience store.”

“I usually take the bus there,” you say. “And I don’t mind walking at night.”

“Hm,” Hansol tilts his head, like he’s thinking, as he ashes his cigarette. There’s a small tattoo on the shell of his ear, you notice. A simple protective charm. It’s roughly drawn, but clearly crafted by someone who loves him.

“Anyways, Did you watch the last episode of Reply 1999?”

Talking to Hansol is easy. It’s all mindless conversation that doesn’t mean anything, but it flows like water, and the way Hansol always makes eye contact with you makes you feel like he’s really listening to you.

Absentmindedly, you run your fingers along the scar on the back of your neck where your mother’s protective charm used to be, before it had been burned up by the curse.

“Wait.” You turn your head to the opening of the alleyway when that deep, creature part of you tugs at your attention and makes your skin prickle. You barely resist the instinct to extend your fangs at the intrusion, relaxing only when a large wolf steps into view and Hansol stands. The wolf pads down the street, regarding you suspiciously.

“Hey, hyung,” Hansol grins at the wolf. “This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Mingyu.”

My friend. His words echo in your mind. Friend. Hansol thinks you’re his friend. You let yourself dwell on it for just a moment, basking in the warmth of the word, before turning your attention back at the wolf, who still regards you cautiously, crouched like he’s getting ready to run. You narrow your eyes at him, trying your best to wordlessly tell him not to blow it for you. Be chill, you think, please.

“It’s okay,” Hansol says, “Y/N is nice.”

The wolf huffs, tossing his large head, but evidently trusts Hansol’s judgment, because he steps past you and starts pawing at the lock on the door.

“I gotta let him in,” Hansol tells you. “You should probably go to sleep too.”

You look up at the sky, which is beginning to lighten. In a few moments, the sun will be nudging at the horizon and turning the world yellow-orange, and then that bright endless blue that you can only see in your dreams and memories anymore. “Thanks for chatting, Vernon,” you say as you drop the cigarette on the ground and step on the butt to extinguish it. “I’ll see ya around.”

“Yeah,” he says as he sides the key into the lock and pushes open the gate to Mingyu’s apartment, “see ya!”

(You're on the bus on the way to work when Jeonghan calls you.

"Are you busy?"

You glance out the window. "No, but I have 3 stops left before I get to work."

"Perfect, how much college did you finish before you were turned?"

"College?" You furrow your eyebrows. "One year, why?"

"Excellent," Jeonghan says, "do me a favor and write to your registrar to have those records released."

You huff out a short bark of laughter. "Jeonghan, what are you talking about?"

"I can get you into Seoul National University's undergraduate pre-law program. I know you're smart enough, and I'm fairly certain you'll be accepted to the law school easily."

"But--"

"It's a hybrid program," he continues, steamrolling on, "half online and half night classes, and I personally know that the law school makes special accommodations for Others. It's where I went, after all, for my second law degree a few years ago."

"Second?!"

"Yeah, turns out a JD earned in 1923 doesn't mean much in 2009." You can almost imagine the way Jeonghan flippantly waves his hand as he speaks. "Long story short, I'm getting tired of being one of seven vampire lawyers in this city, and I want you as my protege. Don't worry about tuition, I can foot the bill, easily. I have land investments I've been sitting on for over two hundred years. Society has changed too, you'd be surprised how well-received vampires are in higher education. A good handful of the most respected professors at SNU are vampires themselves."

You chew on your lip. The scar on the back of your neck prickles. "I don't know if I can do it, Jeonghan."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jeonghan sniffs. "Of course you can do it. You're brilliant, and I understand this is the path you would have likely taken if it weren't for the incident. Jihoon wouldn't have introduced me to you if he wasn't confident in your abilities, and I trust Jihoon's judgement."

Jeonghan's words hit you half a second later. "Jihoon was involved?”

"I'm always on the lookout for a bright young vampire, and he called me to visit you as soon as you were coherent enough to string two words together. Think of him a bit like a talent scout."

You hesitate, phone still held tightly to your ear.

“Jihoon may be prickly,” Jeonghan says, “but he’s a responsible sire. He doesn’t let any of his fledglings go into the world without sound prospects.”

You hold your breath, hand over your mouth, pressed tightly against your lips. Around you, the bus rattles on as it continues on its route, past restaurants and darkened salons and shuttered fruit stores. You sit still, feeling the city move past you.

“Think about it, Y/N. If you want to start this winter, I’ll need your information by the end of August.”

“Okay,” you respond numbly.

“And,” he adds, voice gentle, “remember, just because you’ve died once before doesn’t mean you have to stop living. You and I, we both feel, think, hope, and love, just as we did when we were human. We’re alive.”

Swallowing down a gasp, your fingertips dig into the soft, cold flesh of your cheek. Your chest feels hollow, where your heart used to beat.

“You have a right to be alive, to live, now, just as much as when you were human,” he finishes quietly.)

Nine hours later, you’re still mulling over the offer. You step out the back door of the convenience store at the end of your shift, Hansol is there waiting for you. He’s sitting on the curb with a bicycle next to him leaning against a lamppost, playing a mobile game on his phone.

You stop in your tracks.

The heavy metal door slams shut behind you and Hansol looks up at the noise. “Hey,” he says, putting down his phone, “hop on, I’ll give you a ride.”

You laugh a bit, a little incredulous. “You’ll give me a side on the back of your bike?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “It’s not a car or a motorcycle or anything cool like that, but I figure it’s better than walking. And anyways, the weather is nice and I like hanging out with you.”

“Oh.” Around the corner, you hear the chiming of the automatic door as a customer walks in. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies. “Are you getting on or what?”

“Yeah, sure.” You pull your tote bag to your front and carefully straddle the metal rack mounted on the bike, sitting so that your bag (holding your wallet, a cardigan, and two packs of blood) is nestled safely over your stomach.

“Sorry I don’t have a cushion or a real seat or anything,” Hansol says. He starts pedaling and the bicycle wobbles dangerously a few times, and you have to resist the urge to lean the opposite direction.

“Are you sure you know how to do this,” you laugh, leaning forward so that your chin is a breath away from his shoulder. You can’t see his face, but you know from the shape of his cheeks that he’s grinning.

“Yeah, I used to give my sister rides all the time.”

“And when was that?”

“When she was 10.”

“Well I think I’m heavier than a 10 year old.”

Hansol shrugs. “And I’m heavier than a 14 year old. And I’m stronger. And, it’s not that bad now that we’re moving, right?”

[more here]

“So,” Hansol says as he pedals you home, “I can’t pick you up tomorrow. I have a family thing.”

You almost laugh. As always, you’re perched on the wire rack on the back of his bike with his jacket folded under your butt to pad the metal. The edge of the sky is beginning to lighten and glow a dim gray blue. “It’s okay, the store is closed tomorrow for Coronation Day anyway.”

Nearly the whole city is shutting down tomorrow for the 20th anniversary celebrations for the king’s coronation. You think you have some idea of what Hansol will be doing tomorrow, but you’re not going to pry.

He doesn’t seem fazed at the mention of Coronation Day, though. “Oh, cool.”

"What are you gonna do then?"

You shrug even though you know he can't see it. "My sister in law had a baby a few weeks ago, so I think I'm going to buy some expensive fruit and visit my new nephew."

"Oh, cool, I love babies," Hansol says, "I wish I could read their mind."

"Tell me about it," you laugh. "I used to say that all the time when my brother was little."

"Oh, he's younger than you?"

You blink, realizing your mistake. Yes, at one point he was four years younger than you, and he will always be four years younger than you. But now he has lines at the corners of his eyes and a new gray hair every month. He's almost a decade older than you now. Or, at least, his body is.

[more here]

(You wonder if you should tell Hansol that you had dreamed about him the other night. It was daytime in your dream, and he was walking his bike beside you going down one of the thousands of spindly side-streets nestled in Seoul. You’ve never seen him in the sunlight, but you can imagine— the way his soft hair shines brown in the daylight, the way the light reflects gold in his eyes.)

((A few days ago, you had called Jihoon. The first call went to voicemail, actually, but the second call went through. Jeonghan tells you that Jihoon usually never replies to anyone’s calls, but he’ll always think twice before hanging up on his brood.

“What,” Jihoon’s gruff voice sounds over the phone.

The confession spills out before you can stop it. “I think I’m in love.”

There’s a long pause over the line, and then you hear Jihoon sigh. “Oh, YN. You know you can’t do that.”

You know. But maybe you had hoped that this would be different somehow, that Jihoon would have the answer for you, like a magic spell that fixes everything. After all, he had saved your life once before.

#haezysol #ask #97.yn #97.writings

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HI GUYS IM POSTING ON SUNDAY INSTEAD OF SATURDAY!! Sorry. Back with a review of “The Sunbearer Trials” by Aiden Thomas

Hello, Tumblrians! It’s been a while since I’ve made a review, I’m sorry about that. Alas, only two weeks after school, my mom took me down to the South to go visit some family 😔it was lowkey miserable! 2/10 don’t recommend I got gaslit so many times lmao

SORRY FOR NOT POSTING ON SATURDAY😭I was very busy! I’m gonna try to stop making self-imposed deadlines, because a) I literally never follow through with them so they read like empty promises, b) I get last-minute anxiety paralysis and never upload.

Anyways! Here’s a review of a queer book, because they probably would’ve been restricted in the state I was in. Maybe not banned per say, but definitely not accepted with open arms. The only open arms we’re getting in South Carolina are guns, and dear old Uncle Dave pretending he’s asking me for a hug and not forcing me to do it out of moral/familial obligation. Sorry.

Not really any Book Discovery Backstory for this one, except for that I wanted to get around to reading every single Aiden Thomas book. And this was originally meant to be for the Trans Rights Readathon, but I got tired and gave up! Oops.

The Sunbearer Trials is the book in question! For once, its advertising is pretty accurate: Think The Hunger Games’ nail-biting (and televised) battle royale, mixed with the demigod folklore and plot aspects of Percy Jackson (but make it gods of Mexican instead of Greek/Roman mythology)! Teo, a Semidiós transgender teen(son of Quetzal, the god of birds), because of his Jade status, doesn’t expect to be chosen as a competitor in The Sunbearer Trials: a group of deathly games played by Semidiós teens, where the lowest-ranking has the “greatest honor” of all—be sacrificed in order to fuel the Sun’s power and keep the Obsidian evil gods at bay. However, that doesn’t mean Teo’s worried about others: his friend Niya, the higher-ranking Gold daughter of Tierra, is one of the strongest heroes of their generation and dangerously likely to be chosen. So he’s in for a nasty surprise when two Jades get selected for the games this year, one being Xio, the thirteen year-old son of Mala Suerte, and Teo. Now the two of them must compete in five mysterious trials, against far more powerful opponents, for glory, pride and their own survival.

For a book with that intense of a summary, I wasn’t expecting for it to be as humorous and fun as it was? But I’m kinda glad for that, because hundreds of pages of just on-page child death will inevitably get emotionally taxing. So, I found this to be a very enjoyable read! I liked the descriptions of food!!(don’t read this on an empty stomach), and our character dynamics, which I was pleasantly surprised by because I usually dislike or outright hate books with large casts! Aiden Thomas definitely had his priorities straight on the characters to center though, and although we got to know a bit about everyone, it didn’t feel like there was too little or too much time spent with anyone. It didn’t feel crowded, basically.

Not to be that book account, but we also got a bit of rivals to lovers, with Aurelio and Teo! I was a little on-the-fence about it at first because, you know, tropes, but I ended up growing to like the genuine bond they developed amidst the trials. Also, Aiden Thomas just has a way with writing gay yearning I think!

With all that said, although this book was a fun read, it felt juvenile at times. If some of the cursing or sexual humor was cut out, it could definitely pass as a middle grade. Personally, I don’t like middle grades, so this was disappointing to me especially considering how dark the summary is? Some of the lines (particularly Niya’s) were so corny or cringey I had to laugh. Add that to this being in a modern world, and I take critical damage from being reminded that memes and vine coexist with demigod death games in this book.

Anyhow! Overall, this was an enjoyable (even if flawed) read. As you guys should know, I love culturally rich stories, and I loved the Mexican parts of the settings and story. And if you read the summary for that and thought to yourself “hey! That sounds right up my alley”, I’m not stopping you from checking it out. I’ll also be reading the sequel, because there was a hell of a cliffhanger.

Book rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️½ stars/5. Finished 04/05/2023.

(Book content/trigger warnings: fire/fire injury, child death(on-page), violence+blood, bullying, gender dysphoria.)

-Paz, signing off!

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i just finished reading part 23 and i’m absolutely flabbergasted 😭 okay so THE DIALOGUE!! the way i could feel rafes level of anger and despair all through the story is a testament to the absolutely talented author you are 🫶🏻

"Let them give the damn spot away, then!" he cries, shaking his head, "I told you, she'd be fine dancing anywhere, but you were so dead set on this one place, and that was fine with me until you shipped her off with your brother and he almost got our daughter killed-"

as much as i feel for scott and his situation and i’m rooting for his recovery i completely understand where rafe is coming from. they’re his kids and it’s josie, his baby girl. the fear and horror he must have felt the moment he got the call automatically reminded me of y/n was in the car accident all those years ago.

"No!" he shouts, silencing you once again, "Stop it. It can't happen again, Y/N. I almost lost you once, it cannot fucking happen again."

once again i know where his fear is coming from and it absolutely broke me at the idea that you later wrote on about how it could’ve easily been the 3 of them in the car. while they can’t stop these things from happening i was silently hoping he wouldn’t blame it all on scott especially since rafe himself knows what struggling with substance abuse is.

"Thought I could, considering we're not consulting each other on decisions anymore," Rafe mutters.

the way my jaw dropped when he said this. i was in complete shocked, i probably re read that line about 5 times before continuing with the rest of the story bc excuse me rafe

"He's sick, Rafe. He's an alcoholic. Guilting him every time he comes to us like that isn't going to help him,"

i was thinking of maybe one day when scott is better, him and rafe can talk. i don’t know if you’ve mentioned before if scott was someone who knew about rafes drug addiction but i think rafe could be a huge help in scott’s journey to full sobriety or maybe just a support after. either way i would be really interested in how they’re relationship can grow through they’re shared experience with substance abuse. as much as y/n wants to help and understand i think rafe would do it better since he’s been in that position where he hit rock bottom and was seen as a disappointment

"Rafe, please," you beg, but you're not sure for what exactly. His eyes. His love. His forgiveness. "Don't," he says, pulling hand from under yours, "You really hurt me this time."

my heart actually broke here.

"We can all what?" he scoffs, standing up, "Live happily ever after? Scott can worm his way back into our kids' lives? I cave on a lot of shit for you, Y/N, but this is not something you can ask me to do."

okay so i’ve never thought about how rafe has actually bended himself a lot for y/n up until this point. and i now understand that as much as rafe clearly loves and adores y/n and she’s his world, his kids are his universe. the safety and stability of his kids will always be his priority, correct me if i’m wrong but even before y/n’s

"I'm terrified that something will happen one day. That I won't be there to protect you, or stop it, or fix it, and this whole thing really brought that fear out of me. I know that I seem overprotective with the kids, especially with Scott, but I just can't stand the thought of something happening to them. To you. You're my entire world, Y/N. I just need you to understand that."

and you healed me with this dialogue. yes, rafe can’t protect his family from everything but his love for them 3 is enough to last him a life time, he went from being a struggling absolutely head over heels teen boy to this mature and still head over heels man. their journey will always have a very special place in my heart. i cannot thank you enough for this universe. i’ll never get tired of saying this but you’re writing is one of the most heart wrenching yet heartening i’ve ever stumbled upon on 💗 thank you once again!

OMG STOP i am sobbing at this. there's nothing quite like my own words being quoted back to me. and for you to tell me how they made you feel??? such a blessing. i cant even express it. thank you so, so much!

and i love what you said and you're 100% right. the safety and stability of his kids will always be top priority to him. i love you for sending me this and thank YOU so much for being so sweet and supportive!

#ask!#i love u #parenthood

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krewekreep · 6 months ago

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Im so sorry I can’t actually cause people are taking this advice 😭 im just gonna have to be an « asshole »

Let’s go in reverse: I agree the trend of mature, 18+, gritty/graphic, ROUGH, « dark » fanfics are a problem! But why? It’s an opportunity for larger conversation about the fact TOO historically « women’s literature » (don’t get annoying about semantics this is how historically women dominated genres are referred as… cause yall sensitive and don’t know shit to actually disagree💕) . HISTORICALLY!!! WOMEN’s LITERATURE IS RAUNCHY, NAUGHTY, HORNY, etc.

If you don’t know, now you do…hey! Women don’t get to enjoy ANYTHING in a public facing forum…so those dark horny thoughts gotta go somewhere…and that’s quite literally aspects of the origins of the « romance » genre in general…

Now back to BLACK PEOPLE. Again, old tumblr hoe—celebrated ten years of my OG blog 2023…I’m 25…I went to an arts school and am published in a Harvard Journal (Transition Magazine #121 & among other things had FICTION published and acknowledged by scholastic in high school…my story is included in the purchasable edition of Best Teen Writing of 2017 Scholastic…)

Im only giving SOME of the resume cause people LOVE to debate and in this instance this is just someone with more awareness and actual training clarifying some inadvertently HARMFUL advice…

BLACK PEOPLE BLUSH! IM A DARKER MEDIUM TONED BLACK WOMAN WITH RED UNDERTONES AND I HAVE BEEN EMBARRASSED IN MY LIFE (like the white girls) and had my blush VISIBLE AND POINTED OUT! That was just a weird and annoying thing to see someone STAND ON? You saying someone lightskin…WHO IS BLACK…can’t blush? Like I know I’m being nitpicking but you can’t give advice if you can’t also take someone pointing out it’s weaknesses…😩🫤 that makes zero sense right?

*The Youthforia foundation example is the ELITE example now to scientifically prove and disagree with folks who say black people don’t have undertones…yes we can blush

Nooooooo nice intentioned people in the replies « flushed » « blushed » « mewled » whatever the fuck like just use the damn word 😭 someone is gonna suddenly STOP and close your fanfic cause damn…the black girl blushed? UNREALISTIC! Like im sorry yall take the internet too serious onfg 😭😭

Respectfully…the portion about hair…is to each they own cause everyone gonna call texturism or some weird shit when no! A lot of black women across the hair curl spectrum can…maneuver their hair however…if you are black and not…projecting your experience onto everyone else…like I went to a black school in a black community…in New Orleans…I’ve seen all kinds of hair and the things you can do…this is with the UTMOST respect to my sisters but like your hair issues are not universal and I can’t wait for black women to stop doing that about our looks, bodies, hair, etc…

FOR NON BLACK WRITERS: Baby if it’s too out of bounds how about you just don’t write black characters? From the girl who has sat in front of white published authors who visited my arts high school with terrible narrative attempts at USURPING black narratives for their own….i know how to challenge actual bad faith writing. Look my loves…if you know someone black ask them to read it—if you don’t know anybody black respectfully besides diversity points and seeming to woke id challenge you to give me a reason you need a black character…heart of hearts it’s gonna be just because…so let’s also too check our need to be « inclusive » just coming off as hand fisted diversity…ANYWAY!!! LMAOOO

For my black writers: When did we all become the same? I’m so confused? Maybe cause I’m very GROWN and act like it I don’t get and am growing tired of the necessity for their to almost be prescriptive RULES on how to BE black and engage with blackness…write my loves. That’s why so many people end up like SpongeBob with a fantastically designed « THE » and nothing the fuck else…you gotta fall to figure out riding a bike right? Just WRITE AND SHARE IT! discord, Twitter but find spaces just for that! Waiting on acknowledgement from tumblr, Twitter, wattpad (I don’t know wtf yall are on now fr anyway) is why yall stay in a insecure headspace too…too hungry for the likes and love but can yall admit that??? just fucking write bro 😭 before you literally continue your unchecked compulsive nature to not be disruptive or a problem…(cause yall tryna make the internet a safe space and it’s the internet like stop and go find community in real life no tea no shade I swear) just write…it’s inconsequential TUMBLR SMUT LIKE STOP THIS ISNT SIGNING THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WE ARE ALL COLLECTIVELY HORNY, CURIOUS PEOPLE IN LOVE WITH REAL LIFE AND FICTIONAL PEOPLE WE WILL NEVER BE WITH!

IF JUNGKOOK MAKES THE BLACK GIRL FUCKING BLUSH SHE FUCKING BLUSHED! IF NANAMI RUNS HIS FINGERS THROUGH HER HAIR EASILY DAMN MAYBE HER LEAVE IN JUST THAT GOOD!!! IF SHE WANTS TO BE HELD DOWN IN THE DARKNESS UNTIL SHE CANT BREATHE AND BROUGHT BACK TO THE LIGHT BY THE SAME *INSERT* LET HER!! ITS FAN FIC YALL 😭🫡

for fanfic writers and readers

as a black girl who loves a lot of different movies and shows, fanfic allows me to read stories that put me in the middle of my favorite things. however, fanfic often (unintentionally) excludes girls who look like me.

i am so sick and tired of reading a fanfiction and having to rewrite it in my brain because a character description immediately implies that the reader is white. if you don't know what i mean, here are some examples.

"your skin turned pink" or "you blushed": black girls and women with darker skin tones CANNOT blush. our skin does not just turn pink

"pulled your hair into a messy bun": my 4a hair cannot be pulled into a messy bun at random. i may be able to do a ponytail if i have braids in, and i might be able to tie it up if I have an old twist-out, but a "messy bun" is often not possible.

"he ran his hands through your hair": yeah...unless my hair is in a silk press (and an OLD silk press), that's not happening

there are a plethora of other examples that would make this post insanely long, so let me get to the point. there are very easy ways to make fanfic a bit more inclusive; all you have to do is tweak a few character descriptions. OR, put in your pairing or warnings that the reader is implied to be white.

and finally: please, please stop tagging your DARK fanfictions "xblack!reader." i am tired of searching for fluff under the black reader tag and finding non-con, dark themes, etc., ESPECIALLY when the fic ends up being for a white reader💀.

the goal of my page is to create a safe space for black girls who love reading fanfiction. i am only one person, so if you'd like to help, here are some ways to do that!

send me fics (preferably marvel and stranger things to start) that are with a black reader

comment some other things in fanfics that imply that the reader is white or that make the fic a little less accessible

REBLOG FICS BY BLACK WRITERS

#blkgirlsreadfanfic2 #black reader #black fem reader #black female reader #it’s fucking fanfiction #black girls please just enjoy something as is #we don’t need to critical scholar EVERYTHING #PLEASE #black fanfic writer #x black reader #this and that Eren as a nigga shit is gonna kill me #and as the legend Toni Morrison said: if there’s a story you think of not yet in the world…write it yourself

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