#and instead you write peotry

[this-is-godot]

So, components of ADHD are hereditary. Despite obvious signs I wasn’t diagnosed until very recently. But but but: my parents weren’t even able to notice anything weird because whenever I said I had trouble with XYZ, one or the other knew the problem from themselves and had a homebrew coping method that even worked for some time.

[himbos-hotline]

ALL the Hangman fics with a Cherry on top please 🥺

Hell yeah!! I have so my fucking love for the hangmega ship. Cuz not only was it the first ship I started writing for in the wrestling fandom. But its ALSO like the ship that alighted my passion for writing again. I'm gonna do shameless self promotion on this ask [sorry buddy] of ALL my hangmega fics cuz I really love how I write the two of them! You can read them either or tumblr or ao3.

[if anyone wants to request anything, I am gesturing at my ask box]

Blood is rare and as sweet as cherry wine // 4k words An angsty look at hangman and kenny when Hangman wins the title. A look at cleaner!Kenny being an alter in a system and how it hurts Hangman to not feel loved. Very much just a 'They'res love in my eyes, you only see your reflection.'

To you I'm just a man [to me you're all I am] // 7k words My first ever hangmega fic. Spurred on by a uquiz question. Hangman does peotry, talks to a horse instead of therapy and Buck didn't know his bucks. It's still my favourite fic i've written and I wish people would freak out about it more. I love how I write hangman in this fic.

If I said you could never touch me // 2k words A look at the conversation between Kenny and Hangman when Kenny returns for the trios title. It's just them and a empty lockerroom.

We made our peace with weariness and let it be. // 2k words My most recent fic, at least what I can remember as my most recent fic. I thought I'd write about Hangman coming to save Kenny from the BCC and Kenny feeling really guilty and just like he's falling behind.

I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] // 2k words Yknow that fic idea I had where Kenny would regularly retreat back to Hangman just so he could fuck his emotions out? Yeah I finally wrote it. A really sad hangmega fic from a really cute prompt. I dunno how I made it sad.

We only write by the moon // 1k words Wrestleprompt prompt: A proposal on the beach. A happy little fic where they go skinny dipping and Kenny proposes.

The things we used to share // 1k words Wrestleprompt prompt: a reluctant trip to a zoo to please your partner. A missing scene writing for my big siblings fic @itsnoosetome [you should follow them btw. They are so incredibly talented!] voicemail is full, bottle is empty. here kenny and hanger go visit the zoo.

I should've known you'd bring me heartache [Almost lovers always do] // 1k words My first fictober writing which ended up becoming blood is as rare and sweet as cherry wine.

[the-gay-trashmouth]

Being a mentally ill queer person is just like:

*works through trauma via art with heavy religious undertones, depicting yourself as both an angel and a demon, two sides of the same coin, both miserable and yet both convinced this was the best path they could have chosen, yet they both remain plagued by the question of would they be happier if they had chosen the others path, unable to see the others misery and regret, desperately clinging to a hatred for one another as a way to distance themselves from the life they could have had*

[strwbwoo]

happily ever before ; wen junhui

cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is like the epilogue of first love , mentions of alcohol, can be read by itself , 650 words

the beginning of freshman year, reserved at first glance but under your shell is a bright girl with a carefree attitude.

your phone screen lit up, with now playing : 寂寞号登机口 on your lockscreen, catching your attention slightly before going back to get your desk ready for class before it starts.

as your doing that another distraction comes along, a big hand is waved infront of your face. adjusting your headphones and eyes now on him or more specifically into his own pair of simple brown eyes, with body language suggesting him to talk he does, “can i sit here?”

given as your eyes skim around the room and somehow there isnt another spot left for him your only answer was, “sure” short, simple, nonchalant sure.

“wen junhui” he says hurriedly as he prepares his own desk with less time given as you did already prepped by now, “yn ln”

✿

new day, same classroom, the same classmate goes, “yn ln”

“wen junhui?” confused on why he said your full name. but he never responds, with a smile on his face as he gets his stuff out for class.

weird.

a week passes by and everyday this happens

“yn ln” “wen junhui” and sometimes small talk after.

✿

your relationship with the classmate further develops when he starts cover the edge of your desk when you bend down to get you pencil.

“be careful” he says still focused on writing the class notes.

and when he brings you banana milk during lunch.

“m’ assumed you forgot your lunch since you came without your lunchbox with the daisy pattern”

and when you do bring lunch, pulls up your sleeve before it gets to your food.

or when your hair is in your way, sliding a hair tie on your desk.

“hurry” is all he whispers once again keeping his focus on notes.

✿

soon after you meet his friends at homecoming, thankful for the friend that invited you to come with them and them ditching you not long after the event started.

hoshi already unstable with slurred speech as if the fruit punch was mixed with alcohol. the outgoing bunch of the 13 boys would have you in a panic if not for jun by your side to reassure you about them and how to handle it.

the disco lights enhanced the way mingyu swayed his limbs as light a flame started playing, suengkwans singing along to very nice with beautiful vocals, and the way jun stared at you with those simple brown eyes as you caught him staring as you two took a break from the group and sat down with a plate of snacks the school provided.

the same brown eyes lit up as moonwalker plays on the speaker, grabbing your wrist with loose grip and letting go as soon as both of you had arrived to the dance floor, only to be pushed into a mosh pit.

a number of people surrounding him yet he smiles all gummy and wide while looking into your eyes as if you were the only person in the whole wide world.

✿

seeing jun before class is a rare sight, yet you find him below a cherry blossom trea, all of his attention on you can only assume a peotry book.

“hey jun!” with a smile on your lips.

jun replies back with a casual, “hi yn!”

the sight of jun floods your mind with your moments with him that occupied your mind most, “im sure we are friends at this point so i wanted to ask..” and now infront of the boy now standing up.

“ask away” as he matches your smile.

“every morning in class you always say my name. why is that?”

the first time you catch his cheeks pink and pretty as he everted his eyes to the blossoms that no longer sit on the tree branches but the grass instead.

jun confessing, “i like how you say my name..”

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[the-stain-girl]

Life is unfair.

Probably more for some people than others but still. I personally am quite convinced I am amongst those living the most unfair life possible.

And there, I know what you think, I'm not starving to death, not sleeping in the street or worse.

But here's the thing : I've got a little sister.

That sister is barely 1 year younger than me and she's everything I'm not.

Actually, she's perfection.

See the problem, now?

My sister is cute. Well, for my own part I think she's just silly but anyway... She's cute because she's always over excited about everything, even little things of her everyday lifes (for instance, she'll take pictures of the frost on a little leaf, or just be happy because when she went to school in the morning the sun was shining on the street in a perfect axis). Therefore she's often smiling and laughing. But she's not only cute, of course, I could bear that.

No, that stupid sister also has to be beautiful. Seriously?! She's got the most amazing hair you could ever dream of, she's always dressed up nicely (dresses actually suit her so well O.O), she's fit and thin and just ARGH! That's so annoying. (And obviously she's taller than me which I CAN'T ACCEPT SINCE SHE'S THE YOUNGER ONE)

That idiot is also funny. She'll make jokes when you less expect it. She's good at mind games... Almost as good as our father who is the King of jokes.

Ah, she's clever.But not just the average cleverness. No, my sister is above that, what do you think? She just went to one of the most prestigious french school. And as if it wasn't enough she left it (left it!!!) not because she wasn't good enough but because she had been accepted in another one of the most prestigious school of France which is the well known Ecole du Louvre and basically one of the most known place in Paris (the pyramid, you know?). She's hardworking of course, it didn't all come like that by magic. She's always working hard, always thinkg she's going to fail but never failing because my sister is a bloody genius. :(( Now, she's also annoying because while I spend my time playing games, instead of playing with me (which is a sister's job, isn't it?) she'd rather read books!! Books!!! But careful not just some book, no, no, no! My dear sister is currently reading Victor Hugo, books made of a million pages and if I tried I couldn't even get to page 2.

However my sister think I could, you know why? Because SHE'S NICE. She's nice, and always trying to comfort everyone she meets and she forgets about her own self to think about the others first (stupid btw). Of course, she's selfless and won't ask anything in return but I could make a list of all the people she helped getting through hard time. And even with all of that she still manages to keep smiling!! O.O

And obviously, I should end with this, everyone love her. I don't know of a single person who doesn't like my sister. She's got load of friends and she's really good at friendship so she has friends she's known for a very long time. (But then again she's good at everything she does (for exemple because I forgot to talk about it : she plays the violin (wtf), she rides horses, she writes peotry and novels, she cooks,she good at cleaning, etc).

So I'm almost done but... This is not the worst. The worst is...

She doesn't know about any of those things. And when she'll read that she's say that's not true, that stupid sister.

But why would I believe my life to be so unfair if not for that? (also I never lie, and am always right)

SO HERE'S FOR YOU SISTER HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOW YOU JOIN THE 20'S SQUADE MEANING YOU'RE GETTING VERY VERY OLD!!!!!! BYE BYE

PS : TITITITATATA SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES I'M BAD AT ENGLISH BUT I COULDN'T USE GOOGLE TRADUCTION :((((((( TITITITATATA

@tortue-souris