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aminiatureworld · 4 years ago

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Characters: Childe, Diluc, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,068 words

Premise: Commissions don’t always go as planned, much to your frustration. Luckily there’s someone there to make you feel better.

Author’s Note: So I’ve been thinking of writing Genshin stuff for months now but haven’t, for various reasons mainly that being how much this blog is already a bit of a disarrayed mess. But after awhile I decided another fandom won’t hurt. Besides I think it’s better to write something than nothing, even if the fandom keeps changing. So… yeah?

This particular scenario was basically my day today. The characters have been chosen out of my own personal will. I was going to do Zhongli as well but I’m exhausted so if this is well received perhaps I’ll do that another day.

Also I’m so tired I’m halfway to a headache and feel a bit floaty so sorry if there are grammar mistakes and such. Anyways, hope you like!

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Childe

“I’m gonna kill someone.” You muttered, slamming your weapon down on the table, causing the ginger next to you to start.

“As long as that person’s not me I’ll be glad to help you.” You weren’t sure whether you found the comment worrying, insulting, or charming, and decided not to reply, instead throwing yourself in the chair across from Childe, usually reserved for customers or some member of the Fatui higherups, though today you could care less.

“Hey, am I not good enough?” Childe half whined half joked. You only grunted before getting up and walking over to his chair, plopping yourself on his lap and promptly picking at a stray thread on his coat which had caught your eye and was now becoming an increasing source of irritation.

Taking this as a sign Childe gently pried your nails away from the offending thread. Placing your palms in his gloved hands he smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Want to tell me about it?”

“It’s this stupid ley line! You know, the one in the stone forest? I was commissioned to keep an eye on it, normal stuff, but this one seems absolutely crawling with all sorts of slimes and the like, hilichurls too and a stray bandit here or there. They keeping breaking the damn thing and the minute I fix it they’re back again. At this rate I’m not going to finish it!” You chewed on the inside of your cheek, thinking of the hours you’d spent fighting with the thing. You’d even let out a few tears of frustration in the process, and having nothing to show for it was intensely irritating, to say the least.

“Poor darling.” Childe’s smirk was timeless, but there was a softness to it that you took as confirmation that he understood. I mean if anyone was going to understand it was going to be a member of the Fatui. As much as you disliked the group on principle, you did have to admit that Childe was certainly a hard worker, and running around at the whims of the far off Tsaritsa certainly had its trials.

Slumping against his chest you allowed yourself to relax a bit, some tension brought out simply by the act of telling someone about the frustrations that were building up, like someone shaking a corked bottle. Childe kissed your hands, a welcome distraction, before giving you a peck on the nose. You smiled at that, squeezing his hands. It felt good to have someone to complain to, to have someone who understood. But that was Childe, surprisingly understanding. And always looking for a fight.

“So…” as if on cue Childe spoke up, tone becoming truer, his smile becoming more foxlike. “You have something you need help fighting I hear.”

“Don’t let this get you any ideas.” You smirked right back. “I can still whip you when it comes to sparring at you know it. Besides, won’t I get in trouble if you’re there.”

“Give me half the commission rate and we’ll call it square.”

“Such a steep rate!” You gasped in fake horror, nevertheless lifting yourself off the chair. Childe was up no sooner, giving you a mischievous grin.

“Well of course! I can’t have you fleecing me out of my money. Not when I’ve already given you my heart, which is quite expensive by the way.” Giving you a quick forehead kiss he took your hand then, giving some half assed excuse to the poor desk clerk when they asked where he was going. “I have to save someone some trouble.”

You scoffed at that, but it was true. Childe was saving you a lot of trouble, and keeping your pride in some sort of piece. That was Childe. Wild, passionate, aching for a fight, perhaps not a great person – no in fact decidedly not so. But he was also surprisingly caring, reliable, and steadfast. And that was all you could ask for in the moment.

Diluc

“Do you know where in Monstadt someone is supposed to find 50 Windwheel Asters?”

Diluc whipped his head up at that one; out of all the things he expected you to say that was certainly not one of them. It was almost closing time at the Winery, and this was normally the time when you came up to see him, chatting about this and that, waiting for him to close the ledger so you two could have some time together. In the entire history of your relationship there’d never been an evening that began such as this.

“There should be some around here, and Windrise if you’re in for a bit of a hike. But 50 is an awful lot, and I’m not sure the florists would be happy if you carted off with all their flowers.”

“I know.” You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall, picking at your fingernails. “I know that finding 50 of anything in a day is a hard task. But I was given a short noticed commission by some wealthy tradesman who’s passing by and wanted some flowers for a gala or some such thing. It’s important for the Guild that I complete these you know, and I’m not looking forward to telling Katheryne about it tomorrow.”

You sighed, glancing out the window of the Winery. You thought of all the places in Monstadt the view was perhaps loveliest here, cozy, with a view of all that made Monstadt, the planes, the forest, even a glimpse of the waterways that ran through it. But right now all you could think about was how in such a vast swath of land you’d still failed to meet the goal, you’d still turned up empty handed.

“Would you sit next to me?” Diluc’s voice broke you out of your depressing reverie and you sat down in the chair adjacent to his – a recent addition to his office – laying your head somewhat awkwardly on his shoulder, running your hands through his soft hair. You two sat in silence like that for a bit, the steady flow of Diluc’s pen keeping your eyes occupied while your hands braided and twisted at random, gentle and absentminded.

Finally the ledger was closed and Diluc turned to you. Smiling he massaged your left shoulder slightly, eliciting a sigh from you.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for things like this.” He began, his tone soft and low. “No reasonable person on Earth would ask you to gather so many flowers in a day. Even Flora doesn’t sell that many to a single customer without an order, and her whole job consists of selling flora. You’ve watched me work long enough, do you think I’d sell 50 kegs of wine to a tradesman on site?”

“No, of course not.” You mumbled. “But it’s my job to do the unconventional requests, how can I pick and choose at random? I can’t very well complete only half of my commissions.”

“Of course not, but nobody expects you to simultaneously catch 50 flowers out of thin air either. The Guild has its own regulations and rules you know, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a violation of one. No one doubts your prowess my dear. You’ve slain Eyes of Storms and have scaled mountains taller than most people in Monstadt might ever imagine. You done what might be considered impossible to some many times. So you should trust in the Guild and in the people of Monstadt. They aren’t well likely to turn their back on you over such a ridiculous request.”

You hummed a reply, resting your hands on Diluc’s. All he said was probably right of course, Katheryne could very well tell you how ridiculous such a request was, and no harm would come to your reputation. But your relationship with Diluc was still young, there was still so much to learn about the other, and so hearing such confident praise from him felt like a sort of gift, recompense for such a frustrating ordeal. Humming once more you leaned your head on his shoulder again. Tomorrow you would go and tell the Guild about the debacle, and let the man know the ridiculousness of his request. But tonight you just wanted to rest with the person you cherished the most. That was all you wished for.

Xiao

“Something’s wrong.” Xiao’s voice was purposefully flat, and you wondered not for the first time how the adeptus in front of you had become so good at reading your mood, especially considering the fact that he admitted himself that his grasp on human emotions was a tricky one. He always seemed to know when you were upset at least, and your initial urge to attempt to hide your frustration immediately blew away.

“It’s been a rough day.” You admitted, standing next to him on the Wangshu Inn’s railing, letting the cool evening breeze cool you down. It’d been an obnoxiously hot day, and you were glad for any bit of fresh air. Xiao said nothing, but you could feel his gaze on you, waiting for your decision as to whether or not you’d let him know the reason you were upset. Not that it was really a question, at this point you couldn’t imagine a time when you didn’t tell Xiao practically everything, from the most mundane to those things that loomed largest in your life. You’d never met someone you trusted so much in your life before, and it felt rather freeing, knowing that he didn’t mind a bit, something that had scared you when you first began opening up to him.

“It’s just a commission, nothing ground shaking. Thankfully.” You added on, thinking of when Liyue had almost been swallowed whole; the moment when it seemed all would fail, before the miraculous traveler had bound the adept and the citizens of Liyue together. It was something you weren’t likely to forget, and something you never wished to relive. “That being said.” You added on. “It’s something that, well, is distressing me a lot.”

Xiao stood patiently as you explained to him that your deceptively simple commission of delivering food to someone had managed to go horribly awry after a group of Cryo slimes had left the food frozen solid, with the angry customer unwilling to pay or wait for a replacement.

“It wasn’t too expensive thankfully.” You remarked. “I mean it was just food. But it feels silly, and a bit embarrassing. I mean of course I should’ve paid, I don’t begrudge that. I just don’t understand how I managed to screw up something so fundamentally simple. It seems… somehow a bit of a slap in the fact. I mean, aren’t I any good?”

“Of course you are.” Xiao’s answer was firm, but not unkind. Instead it held in it the certainty of one who’d lived thousands of years, and whose trust in you was absolute. Drawing closer, the adeptus glanced around, making sure there was no one around, before slinging an arm around your own, drawing you close and running soft circles around your shoulder.

“You’re a great adventurer.” He remarked, voice filled with as much serious as there was fondness. “I’ve seen many warriors, many adventurers come and go in my time. Those whose feats will fill the pages of books and the staves of songs long after they themselves have been reduced to ashes. Those who will be called great heroes. All of them fell sometimes. And, if you must fall, I’d rather it be over something so simple as a botched food delivery.”

You glanced up into Xiao’s eyes. Normally he was reticent with words, even moreso with gestures. Every word let you deeper into someone’s life, into their past, their personality, their soul. No word was careless with Xiao. And as you stared at eyes filled with pride and love and worry, suddenly you felt as if what had just passed was small, oh so very small. There would be another commission, just as there would be another tomorrow. There’d be another failure most likely too. Many of them even. But they were small stones in a great big pond, quickly sinking out of sight and out of mind.

“I love you.” You breathed, and Xiao’s face seemed to open all of a sudden, shedding a thousand cares and a thousand worries. He pressed his forehead to your own.

“I love you too.”

#I'm so so so tired #sorry for not writing for so long #and having no good schedule of works of fandoms #I'm sorry #genshin impact #childe #diluc #xiao #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact x reader #scenarios #my writing

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stellar-imagines · 4 years ago

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝hidden earrings?❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Todoroki Shouto ]

「 Todoroki discovering that his S/O who has two holes on their ears for earrings.」 For info: In Japanese schools, girls can't wear earrings, necklace, rings. S/O has holes in their ears because they come from another country and did them there.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

"[First Name]-chan, isn't it hot like that?" Tsuyu questioned.

It was in the middle of summer and it was extremely hot in Japan during that time of year. You were aware of the rules in Japan ― they don't allow girls to wear earrings, necklace, rings and piercings. You never tied your hair up in fear of getting into trouble for having ear piercing. No matter how hot it got, you kept your hair down to avoid trouble. You were not a really a jewellery person but your mother convinced you to try on earrings while you were still in [Preferred Country]. In addition to that, your old classmates wanted to get matching piercings to commemorate something. And now, you're in Japan with two holes in your ears.

The ones with long hair in the class were you, Tsuyu and Yaoyorozu so it was expected for you all to tie up your hair to fight against the intense heat that came during the summer. You could feel the sweat building up around your neck, it was extremely uncomfortable but you didn't want to risk the questioning that will occur once you reveal what you've been hiding.

When it comes to summer, everyone starts to lose the blazer and most girls opt to lose the stockings/tights. The only ways you decide to cool yourself down was to do the same as most students. Even so, it didn't help the fact that sweat was starting to accumulate around your neck which made your hair stick to your skin. It wasn't long till you begin to regret your life decisions but you can't risk letting anyone knowing that you have piercing on his ears.

"Everything's fine. I just need to wash my face to cool myself down." you smiled and quickly walked past the girls before making a beeline towards the toilet to freshen up by washing your face.

Todoroki was a bit worried. Perhaps you're trying a bit too hard to act strong in front of everyone but he can't seem to figure out the intention behind your actions. The two of you walked side by side, trailing behind a few classmates. He glanced at you a few times and realized that you were sweating buckets. The boy has suggested a couple of times to tie up your hair or get some ice cream along the way but you shook your head and insisted that you were just fine. You were relieved when the cool air blew against your face the moment you entered the dorms.

Midterms were just right around the corner and there was a least one week for you to prepare for them. And what better way to prepare other than asking your smart boyfriend to tutor you in the subjects you don’t fare well at? It didn’t take long for you to get changed, gather all your books and meet up with your boyfriend in his room. Now that you've made yourself comfortable by the coffee table placed at the centre of his room.

"Make yourself comfortable, [First Name]." Todoroki said. As usual, his room was clean and tidy without any trace of mess. He was never the type to invite people into his room that often which means his room is never messy.

The moment your boyfriend left the room, you began flipping through your notes to find which topic that you're struggling with. Just the sight of your notes were enough to make you feel a bit tired. The yawn that leaves your mouth was inevitable as you stretched your arms into the air. Just the thought of having to go back to school tomorrow and train again made you let out a heavy sign. You slowly let yourself relax and laid down on the floor of Todoroki's bedroom. After a long day at school, you normally just want to lie down and do nothing until tomorrow comes. You let your hair sprawl out on the ground freely.

When you stopped to think about it, you have only been dating Todoroki for a month and never had the chance to tell him about your little holes on your ear. Your hands moved unconsciously to your ears, rubbing the lobe between your thumb and pointer finger. Your mother had told you about the rules of Japanese schools, not to have any piercings or tattoos. Honestly, not actually wearing them shouldn't pose a problem but having these holes might make people misunderstand and think that you have piercings.

You let exhaustion take over you. All that training that Aizawa put you through today was just too tiring and you felt your eyes slowly fall shut on its own. The world of slumber welcomed you with warm arms and you never heard Todoroki come back to his own room. On his hands was a plastic bag filled with drinks and some snacks. When he noticed you sleeping soundly, he thought that it was best for him to just let you be. However.....

"Sleeping on the floor must be very uncomfortable." he muttered to himself as he put down all the items he had brought in.

Todoroki grabbed one of his pillows and carefully placed it on his lap before moving your head onto the pillow. And it was at this moment that his attention was brought towards your hair. He never had any trouble adapting to hot and cold weather that much so he could never relate to those who often complained about the weather. While he was busy brushing your hair between his fingers, his hand stopped right next to your ear. It was then he realized that you have two holes in your ears.

He couldn't seem to mask his surprise and curiosity at all. If you were awake at this moment, you would be teasing him. However, you're fast asleep and completely oblivious to his staring. Todoroki couldn't help but cup your cheek, smiling to himself as you nuzzled onto his hand. He felt slightly upset at the fact that he never realized that you have holes on your ears, thinking that he was not that observant. Even though Todoroki's touches were gentle and soothing, you stirred awake at some point, feeling an itch on your ear. Todoroki noticed you shifting a little and moved back to give you some space to move around.

"You never told me you pierced your ears." he announced nonchalantly. You got flustered under his gaze, feeling a bit ashamed of yourself. Your hands instinctively moved to cover your ears.

"D-Don't look too much.....I never told anyone about these before." you muttered.

"Don't hide it, I want to see it." he coaxed you, his hand gently placed atop of yours. You slowly moved your hand away from your ears, letting your boyfriend have a clear look. Todoroki gently touched your ear, his thumb brushing over the hole. He finds himself feeling a bit amazed at the fact that you used to wear earrings. Under his gaze, you feel very awkward, especially when he's just rubbing your lobes.

"Shouto, what are you doing?" you asked but your question remains unanswered as his mind was elsewhere.

"I guess giving her earrings wouldn't be bad idea, knowing that she has holes on her ears."

Total: 1210 words Published: 05.06.2021

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ We tried our best for this scenario. Honestly, I had no idea that in Japanese schools we're not allowed to wear earrings. Its also because I don't wear earrings myself. We hope you liked it! ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting it! Also thanks for teaching us something new. Hope you enjoyed this! ― author Natsuki

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suchalonelysunflower · 5 years ago

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You Broke Me First (C.H)

Pairing: former FWB!Calum X Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Based on the song “You Broke Me First” by Tate McRae. You are trying to forget about the man who broke your heart, so it’s a surprise when his name appears on your phone again.

Warnings: Angst af. Language. Mild Smut. Mentions of Alcohol and cheating. Probably one or two grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 5K

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely @thebasicbitch-things ✨ I loved writing this piece, maybe because I love the song so much, so thank you for requesting it and I hope I made it justice 💕. Feedback, reblogs and comments are always welcome and appreciated it! You can read my other works HERE. Happy reading! 🦋

@thebasicbitch-things : Can you write a Calum imagine based off the song You Broke me first by Tate McRae?? Like I’m just in a weeping mood. Thank you xxx

Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself

But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else

You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down

Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now

The liquid burns your throat, but you don’t really feel it anymore. When the heat starts spreading around the rest of your body is when you know you need another one. And another one. And another one. Anything to keep him from your mind.

It’s ironic how the memory of him still lingers on, even more with every drink you drown. Well, it’s not so ironic as it is shitty. But it’s at times like this, when you’re at a random club in the middle of the night surrounded by strangers trying to create stories of their own while all you want to do is forget, that the only thing your mind can focus on is him.

A year ago:

“Babe?” You heard his voice as he exited the bathroom. Still shirtless and with his boxers on, hanging loosely “Are you okay?”

You sat down on the bed, your naked skin barely covered by the messy sheets “Mhmm” you mumbled, still zooned out in your own thoughts and worries as you saw Calum grab his shirt and jeans from the floor.

It was always the same. He would call or text, you would meet with any excuse, hang out for a while before moving to the bedroom. The same old story of friends who fuck each other, with the same old ending every night: you in your bed watching him get dressed and close the door on his way out.

“Do you really have to leave?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“I have to”

“No, you don’t have to”

“Y/N…”

You hated that condescending tone. Not only that, but you hated yourself, too. You and this whole messy situation you got yourself into. You didn’t know how bad of an idea it was to accept his proposal of friends with benefits when you already had feelings for him. But who could say no to Calum Hood? Especially with the hopes of becoming something more along the way.

At the beginning it was all you could dream of. The night seemed endless when he hold you close to him, breathing the same air as your bodies collided with each other, creating messes as you explored every inch of skin you had to offer, seeing stars explode with every right touch, hearing each other’s names like prayers coming from your parting lips. It was almost like you couldn’t get enough, almost.

“What? God, Calum, would it kill you to stay the night just once? Would it ruin your reputation of a heartthrob batchellor?”

“What has gotten into you?” He asked in confusion at your sudden outburst “You know the rules of this”

“Oh, the rules. Fuck them”

The rules were simple: Never overstaying, no exclusivity, don’t let others find out, never do anything public… but most importantly: Never fall in love. You had agree to that once, but most certainly broken almost every rule. You’ve fallen in love with him.

“Y/N…”

“It hurts, Calum” You said with glossy eyes “It hurts when you leave, and I- I can’t watch you do that anymore”

Calum’s eyes soften a bit. Debating whether or not he should stay. But after a pleading “Please” from your lips he caved in, laying down on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him.

You smiled, allowing yourself to drift away in dreams and hopes of him laying next to you for the rest of your lives. Little did you know that those dreams were to be crushed next morning when you find an empty bed and a note with a little ‘sorry’ scribbled on it.

That was the first nights of many where he would lay down with you. Sometimes he would stay till morning and share a cup of coffee with you at breakfast. Other times he would disappear as a ghost in the middle of the night, only leaving the marks on your body as proof of his presence. It hurted, but at least you didn’t watch him walk away. You never watched as he did.

Took a while, was in denial when I first heard

That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt

Swear for a while I would stare at my phone just to see your name

But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say

You feel your friend’s grasp on your arm as they drag you down to the dance floor. Pulling you away from your own pity party as you watch how they sway to the beat of a song you’ve never heard of, soon joining them with the alcohol in your veins rushing towards your brain and taking control of your every move. ‘Tonight is not about Calum’ you tell yourself as you let the music take you away, already feeling the effects of the one too many shots you did earlier. But some things are easier said than done.

It’s funny, how after so many months of not seeing each other you can still feel him in your skin. You memorized the way his hands wrapped around your waist and the smell of his cologne. You could still feel his breath on your neck, the burning kisses he used to leave and the whispers that got lost inside a dream. Even now that you are dancing along to an ear shattering beat, the rhythm of your heart still beats and longs for him.

You can feel yourself in the dire need of another drink, desperate to push those memories away and cleanse yourself from his touch once and for all. You don’t care how many nights it would take, how many people or how many hangovers. You are determined to get that boy out of your system, where he won’t hurt you anymore.

“Y/N!” Your friend yells over the music, gesturing towards your hand “Your phone is glowing!”

You bring your phone to your face, trying to focus on the image that’s plastered across the screen. A name pops up, a name you haven’t seen in so long.

Muttering an “Oh fuck” you press ‘decline’ over and over again, until Calum stopped calling.

Seven months ago:

It’s been two weeks since you last heard from him. It’s been two weeks since he left you alone in a fuzz. It’s been two weeks since he slammed the door and he still hasn’t called.

Maybe he was right and you fucked everything up. But you were sure of your words, you know there’s truth to them, so you stan by them. He will soon realize his mistake, he has to. He wouldn’t leave you like that, would he? He must know he hurt you, he must. The words he said… they are like tattoos on your mind, they don’t seem to fade with time. But you knew it wasn’t entirely your fault. You were as guilty as he was.

For the past two weeks you’ve been glued to your screen, hoping for his name to appear. Taping your screen randomly to see if you’ve gotten a text or a call or a dm or even a fucking email. But nothing ever came.

It wasn’t until you were scrolling down Twitter that you saw it.

It was a paparazzi photo, he was wearing a classic tee and the sweatpants you once told him were your favorite on him. His hair was longer, or at least it seemed like it, his eyes avoiding the cameras as he walked through the busy streets of LA as he normally would. The only difference is the hand that was holding his.

A lump formed in your throat as you opened the tweet to find a thread of even more pictures of him with the mysterious person, grabbing them by the waist and smiling as they came closer. The paparazzi seemed to catch every single intimate moment he was able to show in public, much more than he ever showed you when you were both out and sober, at least. But Calum seemed happy, and that hurt you the most.

A thousand questions ran through your head as you ignored the happy tweets from fans celebrating that his favorite band member finally got a significant other. How long has this been going on? Did he ever tell you about it? You never claim exclusivity, so it could’ve had happen when you were still ‘together’, meaning he choose them. He left you and chose them, replacing you and everything you didn’t get to have without even saying goodbye.

Swallowing the bitterness of the memory with a shot of tequila, you press decline once again and order another drink. What would you say to him anyway? Would you curse him? Would you kiss him? Would he even apologize or pretend that it never happened? The truth is, you don’t even want to know.

You catch some flirty eyes from across the bar, but you ignore them as you try to collect your thoughts on this whole situation, and besides, don’t need another heartbreak at the moment.

“That guy hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he came in” Said the bartender, pouring you another drink.

You lift your gaze towards ’pretty eyes’ over the bar, but he already seemed to have lost interest in you as his eyes scattered all over the room, looking for another person to spend his time with.

“Doesn’t seem like it” You nod toward the other end of the bar.

“What? No, not him. Him!”

They point behind you and you turn around quickly, a pretty bad idea considering how drunk you are at the moment. But wasted or not, you would recognize those eyes anywhere.

Calum is standing in the middle of a sea of people, but his eyes are solemnly focusing on you as he raises his phone to his ear, raising his eyebrows as he hears the dial tone. Almost immediately, your phone starts ringing next to you with the all too familiar name popping out again.

Without breaking eye contact, you press decline once again, standing up quickly as you start to walk up to the nearest exit, trying to get away from him as fast as you could. ‘Tonight is not about Calum’ you told yourself earlier that night, and yet there he was, pushing his way through a drunk crowd to get towards you.

“Y/N!” You hear him call, but you are not stopping. You don’t need this confrontation right now. You don’t want to see him or talk to him. You want to forget him and everything you ever did.

Feeling like your chest is going to explode at any second, you accelerated your pace, not caring how many people you have to push to get to the door as long as he doesn’t find you. Your legs, however, had other plans as they give out due to the mix dizziness and adrenaline you were feeling, just mere meters from the exit. You curse your past self for having so many drinks as you try to get up. But, soon enough, you feel an arm rounding around your waist and pulling you to your feet.

After almost eight months you find yourself reflected in those eyes again. The same eyes that made you feel butterflies in your stomach everytime he looked your way. You couldn’t help but get drawn into them, remembering that the last time you saw them they replaced the desire with anger, shaking you to your core.

He was saying something, you were sure of it because his mouth is moving “What?!”

“I said, Why aren’t you answering your phone?!” He yelled over the music. Your drunk mind can’t decide if you want to slap him or kiss him or cry right there on the spot.

“That’s none of your business! Now please let go of me, I want to go home”

You push yourself away from his grasp “Y/N, please I need to ta-“ He interrupted himself as he watched you almost trip over your own feet again, clearly too drunk to stand straight. In a matter of seconds, he was by your side again, this time pulling your arm over his shoulders so you could lay on him “Wha- How many drinks did you have?”

“As many as I needed” You scoffed, trying to pull away, but his grip on your waist was stronger.

“For what?! Drown yourself?”

“I needed to forget you” Calum clenches his jaw, feeling like his heart was shattered into a million pieces “But that’s clearly not working, given that you are here. Would you please let me go?”

“Y/N you are too drunk to function,”

“Am not!”

“Please, let me take you home. I need to talk to you”

“Leave me alone, Calum. I don’t need you and I most definitely don’t want to talk to you”

You turn your face to him. It has been a long time since you last saw him. He has more curls now, and a little five o’clock shadow, but his yes,,, oh, his eyes. The time stops, or at least it feels like it, it was almost like the first time you saw them, magnetic and filled with something you couldn’t decipher, but now they had something different. They were hurting, pleading, almost begging you for something you didn’t quite understand at the moment, but you know you couldn’t say no to those eyes, at least not here and not in your condition.

So after making sure you could stand properly, you caved “Fine”

I know you, you're like this

When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it

And like me, I did

But I ran out of every reason

The car ride was as silent as a tomb. The sounds of the city night and the flashing of streetlights were your only source of distraction. You looked through the window, not wanting to make any eye contact with the man that broke your heart. He, however, was anxious for you to spare a glance towards him. Calum’s fingers taped the steering wheel nervously, he wanted to fill the silence with something, anything. But his words came short as he realized that you weren’t the person he knew, you were a stranger sitting in his car. The clothes you were wearing, the state of drunkenness you were in, the anger behind your eyes and words, and the fact that you couldn’t even stan him touching you… that was not the Y/N he knew.

Once you reached the house, you didn’t even wait for him to turn the car off as you practically jumped out of the seat and went to open the door. Calum quickly following you, half of him afraid that you might hurt yourself, the other half afraid that you would lock him out.

He let out a breath of relief as you let him in. Remembering the last time he was here.

Seven and a half months ago:

It was a normal afternoon for the two of you. Things were going well, Calum started to be more open towards you, spending the night, cuddling and hanging out more without the promise of sleeping together afterwards and you loved it. You were having fun as well, you would walk Duke together or cook dinner or just exist together by watching a movie or listening to his favorite songs that you “absolutely needed to hear” And today was no different as you cuddled with him watching one of Netflix’s crappy teenage movies. Things were going well, or so you thought.

You were straddling him, lips melting together as the movie was long forgotten. His hands were cupping your ass, setting a slow pace with your hips as you grinded on him. You whole body was on fire, ready to burst when his lips made their way down your neck, leaving marks that you would later trace with your fingers as you try to hide them.

“Calum,” You moaned softly as he found your sweet spot under your ear, sucking and biting it like only he knew how. Your hands flew to the back of his head, fingers lost in his hair, tugging it lightly every time he met your hips with a dry thrust.

He groaned, drunk to sounds you were making. He loved the effect he had on you, almost as much as the effect you had on him. It was addictive, dangerous. He knows he shouldn’t play with fire, but what a lovely way to burn it was.

You moaned again when you felt his teeth grazing your jaw, finding their way to your lips again. The rolling of your hips was faster, more desperate than before, the friction was almost unbearable. You needed him with a passion “C-Calum…”

“Tell me what you want, baby” He said with a raspy voice, breathing onto your neck “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you”

You shuddered at his words, getting dizzy with his touch, his soft groans and his eyes filled with lust, looking straight into your soul, burning like the sun.

You grabbed his head by the sides, pulling him closer until your foreheads pressed together “You” you whispered loud enough for him to hear “I want all of you, Calum”

A couple of hours passed and you were still laying on the sofa, cuddled against the naked chest of the bassist. His fingers were caressing your sides as both of your breathings became even, coming out of your highs.

You felt infinite in his arms, safe and wanted. You wanted this to last forever, to have him only for yourself and be his everything. You craved for more intimate looks, for innocent touches while in public, you wanted to show the world how in love you were with this man that has, not only conquered your heart, but also your soul. You loved him, and you hope with your whole heart that he loves you too.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, drawing circles down your arm.

You debated on whether to tell him the truth or not. You knew Calum had always denied himself the possibility of love, stating time and again that he doesn’t really believe in it. But you’ve seen a change in him for the last few months you were together. He was more caring, more attentive, staying longer than he should and being there for you when you needed, not only for a quick fuck anymore. Maybe the chances of him loving you back were not as low as you thought.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know?” You ventured, lifting your gaze to meet his. He gave you a quizzical look, not really sure of what you were referring to “I do want all of you, Calum”

He smiled “You have me now”

“Yeah,,, but that’s not what I meant”

Taking a brave step, you pushed yourself forward and kissed him. You were done hiding the feelings you’ve been accumulating over the years, ready to let yourself go and drown on him. Only him.

Calum, however, was taken by surprise. Pulling himself from you.

“I thought we agree on not to catch feelings for each other” He said coldly. Already sitting up and looking across the room for his clothes.

You sat and watched as he got up from his spot on the couch and started to dress as fast as he could.

“Cal-“

“We agreed, Y/N. We said no string attached. Goddammit, everything was going so well, but you had to fuck it up, didn’t you?”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Shattering you completely from the inside. You tried to collect your thoughts as the tears threatened to come out, but Calum kept going.

“What the hell were you thinking? What were you expecting? Huh?”

“It’s not my fault that I love you” Your voice sounded broken, weak, and you hated that. How could he be so angry? What gave him the right when you were the one who was hurting?

“Well, it’s not mine either! Is it?” Calum said with exasperation, putting on his shirt.

“I thought-“

“What? That I loved you? Y/N, I don’t love anyone! You knew that when we started this!”

“And what am I to you then?!” You matched his tone of voice, tears were already spilling down your face but you didn’t care. You were fuming “What am I, Calum? A friend? A good fuck? Huh? Was I just a toy that you could play with every time you felt needy? Have you ever thought of me as something more?”

Calum’s stare was cold as ice. He was standing in the middle of the living room, clenching his fists to either side of his body until his knuckles became white. You, on the other hand, were sitting on the couch, crying. But your eyes burned with anger as you saw how carelessly he was invalidating your feelings, throwing everything away just because he couldn’t admit his own. A silent war was being fought between the two of you, both of you so scared but with nothing left to lose.

It seemed like ages had passed before Calum spoke again, grabbing his jacket and heading towards the door.

“Was there ever something more?”

You kept staring at the nothing he left behind, the last thing you heard was the slamming of your front door, leaving you alone and completely heartbroken.

Calum followed you into the kitchen, completely avoiding the living room where he last saw you, where he left you. He felt weirdly unwelcomed as you poured yourself a glass of water without even offering one to him, maybe he was.

You drink your water slowly, thinking that that will give you time to think on what to say to him. Maybe he would start talking soon, but the only thing he does is stare at you from the other side of the kitchen island. “How did you know where I was?” You asked.

“Your friend’s stories. You may have blocked me from yours, but they haven’t”

Then, silence came over you again. It was almost like he was waiting for you to say something, just like you always did. You played this game before, you are not going to cave. You are not going to give him the satisfaction of controlling the situation here.

“I need to talk to you” He finally said, letting his shoulders relax for a bit.

“You keep saying that. But you sure haven’t done a lot of talking”

The tension in the room was so thick that it could easily be cut by a knife. You always wondered what you would say to him, what would you feel the next time you saw him and, right now, you felt like there was nothing more to say. He had no right appearing into your life again, not when you were picking yourself together after he shattered you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry”

“For what, exactly?” The venom in your voice was palpable, Calum knew this was not going to be easy for him “For leaving me here alone and then got yourself another person to play the ‘couple’ part? For practically calling me a whore? Or for giving me shit because of what I felt for you, knowing damn well you felt the same?”

You tilted your head, waiting for his answer, but it seems you left him speechless. Good.

Calum ran his hand through his curls, staring at the floor then back at you “I fucked up”

“That much is true”

“I’m serious, Y/N” He started walking towards you “I’m sorry for everything, you are right. You always are. I just- I didn’t know what to do! I panicked and-“

“And that’s your excuse of why you ran away instead of facing the problem?”

“I was scared! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” Calum raised his voice. He was now standing a couple of feet in front of you, so close and yet so far away from you “Y/N, I was so fucking scared. You know that I’ve never had a committed relationship before, that I never let things get too far but with you.. God, I never felt the same with anyone like that before not after you. And then you said all of those things and I- Hearing you say that you love me was too much, I couldn’t process it and instead of saying something coherent I just lashed out on you and you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry”

Calum took a step forward, softly grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He took your silence as his cue to continue.

“You were always there for me, every time I needed you were there. No questions asked, no judging, not waiting for something in return. Always making me laugh, supporting me and letting me take a break from the messy life I have. You were the best thing in my life and I took you for granted. I hate that it has taken me this long to realize that, but I just miss you, Y/N. I miss us, so much that you can’t imagine how much it hurts. I need you with me, please let’s just go back to where we started. Or we can start over, whatever you want! But, please, baby, please don’t leave me”

And just before you know it, Calum cupped your cheek with his free hand and brought your face closer to him, crashing his lips into yours. You responded almost immediately by parting your lips and granting him more access, getting completely lost inside the kiss.

For a moment it felt like the old times, he tastes just like you remember and his touch stills makes your skin erupt with goosebumps. For years you’ve been waiting for this, for him to feel the same about you and love you without any fears or doubts, claiming that he was yours and you were his. You wanted this for so long… but why does it feel so bad?

Gathering all the courage you could manage, you push Calum away from you.

“S-stop!” You said, trembling “Stop, this isn’t right”

He gave you a confused look as he took a step back “Y/N-“

“What about your partner? Calum, did you at least break up with them before you came to find me?” The way he looked at the floor gave you all the answers you needed. You raised your hand to your forehead, suppressing the urge to cry or laugh at his antics “Oh my God”

“I was going to! I swear I just-“ He failed to find an excuse “Things were doing awful between us lately, Y/N. You have to understand, I-“

“What?!” You spat “that you had to make sure I was on board with all of this?! I am not a consolation prize, Calum. I am not a second choice!”

“Baby, I know. I-“

“Don’t call me that!”

Calum took another step back, he has never seen you so angry before.

“How dare you? How. Dare. You, Calum. Coming here after eight months! saying all that shit about how much I mean to you when it’s just bullshit”

“Y/N, it’s not-“

“I’m not fucking finish” You say raising a hand to silence him “Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? I don’t get a single text or call or fucking smoke signal from you for eight months, knowing how I felt about you, and now suddenly you're asking for it back? Saying that you miss all that we had? We had nothing, Calum. We were nothing more than just a fuck around, you said it yourself, didn’t you? There was no ‘us’ for you to miss. You made damn sure of that. You don’t miss me, not really. You miss how I made you feel. How easy it was for me to be there for you every time you called, well, I’m tired of fixing all your problems, I ran out of every reason to do it.

And I was so stupid, you know? For believing just for a second that this could actually mean something when it never meant something to you in the first place! Did you even think about how I would feel about all of this? Of course not! Why would you? After all, I’m just Y/N! The one who always gets stepped on, why should my feelings matter? If I’m always going to be there for you and everything you ask for. Well, fuck that!”

“Y/N..” Calum tried to intervene, but you couldn’t hear him.

“You want to know what I did after you left? I cried myself to sleep for weeks, reliving every moment we had, every word you said just before you left. Waiting by the phone for hours just to see if you’d call. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I was the living incarnation of death because I realized I lived just for you. Well, not anymore. You said you were hurting, you have no idea what I went through so, I’m sorry, but I don't really care how bad it hurts. I’m done. We are done”

You walk by him and towards the front door, opening it as an invitation for him to leave. Calum, however, remained standing in your kitchen, staring at you with glossy eyes.

“Baby, please don’t do this” He said with a trembling voice “I don’t know what to do without you I’m- I’m broken”

You were still standing by the door. Unmoving and without an inch of sympathy for the man crying in front of you.

“You broke me first, Calum. But I’m all glued back together now, and I did it by myself. Hope one day you could learn to do that too”

And, for the first time in months, you saw him leave.

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candythemew · 5 years ago

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OkLach headcanons?

Now you’re speaking my language! (Oh! And if anyone wants to ask me about headcanons about them with their skekling please send your asks my way! This is just gonna be main canon HC’s)

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤?

✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

First off, when the Skeksis were young still finding the specific role, niche, and place that they fit into as they asserted their authority over Thra, SkekOk and SkekLach absolutely HATED each other. SkekLach saw SkekOk as a pathetic weakling who used his silver tongue and quick wit to charm the gelfling and other skeksis to do his bidding, and to buy into his way of thinking. Convincing people to do things they wouldn’t do normally through flattery and shallow promises. She didn’t like his pompous attitude and held more respect for the beings of Thra who put their thoughts into action like her. Ones who thought tactically, but weren’t afraid to take risks. She didn’t see what anyone saw in him. All she saw was just another one of the Emperor’s lapdogs. Spitting lies and weaving tall tales to uplift himself above the rest.

SkekOk however saw her as a brutish barbarian! Her avarice knowing no bounds as she raged and pillaged all those who stood in her way. Nothing befitting of a Lord of the Crystal. The gelfling worshiped her like a goddess, no doubt like they did the rest of his peers. But he saw the fear in their eyes. If the skeksis were going to rule properly, they must first create a level of relationship and trust between their subjects. Not fear. Although he himself was prone to flights of fancy, he found her ambitions foolish at best, and dangerously compromising to the empire at worst. Be it her insistence on the thrill of a good raid, or trying her hand at taming one of the most fearsome of beasts of Thra; The Arduff. He couldn’t stand it. Her amazonian demeanor made The Scroll-Keeper see her as nothing more than a ruthless brute. But at the same time, there was a tad bit of jealousy there. As many of his peers saw her as incredibly desirable and beautiful. As well as incredibly wealthy… Some had even attempted at winning her hand; only to be quickly shot down and berated by her. If he was being completely honest, he craved the attention that she received. She was always center of attention. At the time, she was the Emperor’s favorite. This jealousy led him to talk poorly of her behind her back. He stayed far from her as he spread rumors about The Collector in hopes to ruin her reputation. Although ironically over time, as they were forced to work with each other and face various trials with one another they developed a mutual trust after proving themselves to one another. And even saving each other’s lives a few times! If either of them were to be told at this point that they were going to eventually fall for each other, they would have laughed straight in your face! What a foolish thought? Why would I love them?! ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

Their relationship went in an order similar to this:

Hatred ➺ Reluctant Respect ➺ Acquaintances ➺ Friends ➺ Mutual feelings ➺ Lovers ➺ Mates. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰:

SkekOk tries to give SkekLach little reasons to keep her chin up. He reminds her to take care of herself and gives her little bits of advice to improve her life. Sometimes he’ll ask for her help for small tasks so she has something to do since she dosn’t have the same motivation she used to before her illness took over most aspects of her life.

SkekLach is the reason why SkekOk isn’t a dog person. One word. ARDUFF! SkekLach will intentionally follow SkekOk around his library and mess with his things if she feels like he hasn’t given her enough attention.

SkekOk suffers from narcolepsy, So SkekLach is there for him to make sure he arrives to meetings on time, or carry him to another room if she finds him asleep somewhere.

Insulting each other is a regular occurrence between them. Although neither of them have any ill intent towards each other when they do it. It’s like a game to them! Light hearted banter that calls back to their youth before they fell in love. Hence why SkekLach isn’t hurt when SkekOk says she was “NEVER BEAUTIFUL!” and then affirms is with a “Nevaaah~” if you pay attention to the scene, SkekLach can be seen laughing alongside him, even though she’s the butt of the joke. They’re both genuinely having fun bickering. I also personally like to HC that most Skeksis find simple gestures of affection peculiar and strange. Like everything in a skeksis’s life, gestures of affection are showy and grandiose. But OkLach’s more subtle and slow approach confuses their peers. They can make each other laugh very easily. They know how the other ticks. One of the things that made skekOk fall in love with hre was SkekLach’s ability to make him genuinely laugh his lungs out! His teasing can also cause a similar reaction. SkekOk’s laughs arranging from childish giggling, to incoherent teary eyed laughter! Although not as strong as she used to be, the other skeksis are still wary of SkekLach due to her past reputation. Also because she’s not afraid to give you a disease if you REALLY tick her off. She acts as sort of a bodygaurd or wall for SkekOk when he shoots his mouth off or gets in trouble. Nobody’s going to get him except through her! ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝔓𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝓐𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

Intertwining tails is a very very intimate thing in Skeksis culture. It shows that you genuinely care for your friend/partner and that you enjoy their presence. For a human it would be kind of like a really good hug. But sadly, SkekLach lost a part of her tail long ago. So doing this is near impossible for them to do unless they’re sitting right next to each other or laying down beside one another in bed. Instead, they have adapted to holding hands like the Gelfling do. Be it for comfort, taking a walk together, or just to feel close. Heck! They do it so frequently that sometimes they don’t even realize they’re doing it! It’s become somewhat of an involuntary habit for them. When they sleep together, they like to cuddle. SkekLach is the big spoon. Sleeping is hard for her, (I personally HC that she has insomnia) but she sleeps better if she has something to hold on to. Thankfully SkekOk likes being held so this arrangement is perfect. It’s just comforting for both of them.

They don’t “Kiss” often. I think you can imagine why. Pustules leak and it’s NASTY

The Scroll-Keeper sometimes has the habit of resting his head on top of The Collector’s when he’s tired. Neither of them have much hair to preen anymore, but sometimes when they’re alone, in their more intimate moments; skekLach will take off her cowl for skekOk to preen her mane. Her hair has a coarse texture. It’s color mostly grey with small streaks of a faded black. Salt and pepper if you will. It’s a small bit of beauty she still retains even in her disgusting, decrepit state. However, it’s only for his eyes as she’s very self-conscious. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖌𝖊~♪ ♫ ♩

SkekOk and SkekLach are mates. And they have been a mated pair now for the past 400 years. If the Skeksis care to have any sort of marriage/mating ritual, they have done it. You bet your bottom dollar that it was extravagant! A true fairy tale... They can only see each other as life partners and want to make sure that everyone else knows it. Especially SkekLach. Who is known to be dreadfully greedy of her most valuable possessions...

Much like how many birds mate for life, Skeksis do too. Although being a rather (for lack of a better word) promiscuous race, this is rare. If two develop a strong enough bond, they’ll stick together in an attempt to feel whole. Only sticking with said mate for the rest of their lifetime. However long that may be. Their much more steadfast and patient Mystic counterparts also share this trait. (By “their” I just mean the race as a whole. Nobody specific.) Ok and Lach have their own chambers made for themselves. But they also have a shared bedroom that they occasionally sleep in together from time to time.

SkekOk is a hopeless romantic, and SkekLach couldn’t care less when it comes to flowery poetry. But she admires his passion to his interests. Something she lost desire for in her own life. The Scroll-Keeper will occasionally write her poetry and love letters expressing his feelings to her. Sometimes, in return, she will write him something back. Although riddled with intentional grammar mistakes and poor spelling. Sending him into a flustered angry mess as he corrects her. Only to find something even worse written down as he continues. He’ll read these aloud for all to hear. SkekLach likes to see the reactions he’ll have to her writing. What can she say? He makes her laugh. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝓢𝔞𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔱: ︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

SkekLach’s death hit SkekOk harder than anyone will ever know. She was a part of him. She was his closest friend, and the love of his life. His mental health suffered immensely from her loss, and he was never truly able to grieve her properly and move on. Instead, over time he developed an unhealthy coping mechanism of talking to himself for hours on end. He pretended that she never left his side. “No gelfling trick could have ever gotten the best of me!” She would boast... Eventually he started to hear her voice in whispers... He could swear he could hear her voice from just beyond the hall... Down the corner in her chambers! Only to find an empty room devoid of anything but dusty old trinkets and bittersweet memories. Other times he would hear the distinct metal clang of her blades against her opponent’s weapons as he would wander the now garthim-filled training rooms. He could hear a younger, much more determined tone! Calculated and precise. Once again to wander in and find nothing but empty training grounds chock full of the dark arthropodan soldiers. But it was the nights that were the hardest. On cold starless nights, laying alone in his decadent yet lonely chambers, he would lie alone for hours on end, eyes closed as he tryed to let the soothing grasp of sleep claim him... In the uttermost difficult moments as he drifted off to sleep, He could swear that he could feel her arms wrapped around his scrawny frame. Tails intertwined as she softly whispered a tired “I love you.” Gently leaning her head on his shoulder, The Scroll-Keeper let out a sigh of relief as he fell sound asleep in the arms of his lover... Only to be greeted with an empty bed as he rose once again the next morning. Truly cementing the fact of how alone and incomplete he truly is. He only wishes for these delusions to stop and yet... He can’t bear to let her go... ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰ Sometimes these hallucinations can get so bad that he’ll fall into manic babbling fits where the voices of not only her, but all sorts of beings from his past will haunt him. After these spasms, he returns to his work or simply passes out due to exhaustion. He apologizes for his random outbursts should someone he cares about see him in this state. If he even remembers they were there at all. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

Remember when I said that skeksis mate for life? Well that grief an animal or human might face hits just as hard to a stone-hearted, cold blooded skeksis as it would to any man. That sorrow that SkekOk faced upon SkekLach’s sudden death caused him immeasurable psychological and emotional damage. As the Skeksis are naturally selfish beings. Besides the support he would receive from his lifelong friend SkekEkt the Ornamentalist, not many were there to comfort him. If The Scroll-Keeper were able to relive one last day with The Collector, even for just a moment. He would do it in a heartbeat. Savoring every second like it was his last day on Thra. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

Although she doesn’t admit it to anyone else, disguising her distaste of herself under a veil of irony and self deprecation, SkekLach has issues with loving herself. She constantly reminisces over “The glory days.” The skeksis are a dying race and she knows it. They can’t fool her. And on that topic, she’s the worst of them on that regard. Due to her hideous appearance and the immense emotional and physical pain she endures everyday, sometimes she wonders if SkekOk even loves her at all. Is he only staying with her because he has to? Out of obligation, or does he just pity her? Does he wish she were like the skeksis she was all those centuries ago? She struggles with this fear more than she’d like to admit.

SkekLach feels extremely insecure about the fact that she can’t intertwine her tail with SkekOk’s due to her traumatic injury that left her with only half of her tail remaining. SkekOk, having a much longer flexible tail will often try to wrap it around her waist if they’re sitting right next to each other. The feeling is bittersweet, but much appreciated. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰ In the main timeline, SkekOk and SkekLach did attempt at having a baby. But since the skeksis are completely infertile in that universe, they yielded no results. They keep a small handmade doll in their shared bedchambers of what could’ve been the skekling that they had wanted so badly. Its not much, but it helped them cope and move on. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝓀 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤! - ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔐𝔢𝔴

#OkLach #SkekOk #SkekLach #the dark crystal: age of resistance #Dark Crystal Headcanon #SkekOk x SkekLach #skeksis #The Dark Crystal #skekok the scroll keeper #SkekLach the Collector

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surveyhoursss · 4 years ago

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98.

Prep

I shop at Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, or Aerospatiale.

I am/was a cheerleader.

I'm pretty ditzy.

I wear pink 24/7.

My looks are very important to me.

I can't live without my cell phone.

My hair is always straight.

I say 'like' and 'omigod' a lot.

I laugh 24/7.

I have a million friends.

I always hang at the mall or movies.

I'll only date popular guys.

I listen to rap & pop music.

I have at least one designer bag.

My myspace pics are of me making a kissy face or are mirror pics

It takes me at least an hour to get ready for school in the mornings.

Uggs + Miniskirts = Love

I don't have a job

I wear lots of makeup. (wouldn’t call it lots, though)

I can be stuck up or snobby sometimes.

I flirt with any guy, as long as he's cute.

Total = 5

EMO

I cry a lot.

I go to local shows.

I wear black everyday (typically I always have something black on)

I write sad poetry.

I play an acoustic guitar.

My favorite bands include: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, or Panic! at the Disco.

I think about suicide or death often.

People have told me to cheer up.

I cry when I see dead animals.

My myspace/Facebook pics are black or white or angled.

I wear many band shirts.

No one understands me.

I don't talk too often.

I look down when I walk.

I wear black eyeliner.

I have an ex I still cry over.

My hair is black

My hair covers one of my eyes.

I always say 'life sucks'.

Total: 4

NERD

I have straight A's.

I wear glasses.

I always do my homework and study.

Lord of the Rings was a massive achievement.

Computer games.

I'm 'teachers pet'.

I've never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend.

I have a bedtime.

I use an asthma inhaler.

I carry a calculator with me.

I bring my lunch to school.

I always follow the rules.

I'm shy around the opposite sex.

I'm always on the computer.

I've never had beer or cigarettes.

I always answer every question in class right.

I correct people's grammar.

I read a lot.

School is very important to me.

I always stump people.

Total: 8

REBEL

I always speak my mind.

I have 0% of school spirit.

F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me!

I stand up for what I think is right.

On spirit days at school, I wear the rival's colors.

Whenever people are doing something, I do the complete opposite.

I won't listen to authority figures.

I always break the rules.

I refuse to compromise.

I'm always arguing with people.

I love debate.

I always do what's unexpected of me.

I don't give a sh*t what people think of me.

If I watch a cruddy movie in theaters, right after it's over, I'll say 'that sucked'.

I'm not afraid to contradict others.

I only respect my own beliefs.

If I don't want to do something, I won't do it, no matter what.

I laugh at compromising people.

I cheer on the rival's sport team to stand out.

Rules were meant to be broken.

Total: 1

JOCK

I'm on one or more sport teams.

I always wear my varsity jacket.

I've won awards for my athletic ability.

I will only date popular girls/guys.

School Spirit

I'm going to a college for sports

I watch sports on TV all the time

I'm muscular.

I play sports or exercise at least 3 hours a day.

Go Team!

I'm a chick/dude magnet.

I eat a lot.

I'm egotistical.

I'm too focused on sports to make really good grades.

I sit at the jock lunch table.

All I talk about with my friends is sports.

I go to lots of sports games.

I'm very athletic

I wear sport inspired clothing.

play at least 3 different sports.

Total: 4

COMEDIAN

I'm funny.

I'm always making jokes.

I interrupt class by making people laugh.

I like to entertain people.

I worship Kevin Smith.

I watch comedies more than anything.

I also watch SNL and Mad TV a lot

I'm sarcastic.

I've been told I'm hilarious.

I always imitate people.

I pull lots of pranks.

I always make sarcastic remarks after everything.

I have to prove myself by being funny.

People expect me to make jokes, always.

I have a lot of pressure to make everyone laugh.

If I don't make jokes, people ask me what's wrong.

Jim Carrey is my idol.

I mostly get along with everybody.

At pep rallies, I'm the one acting crazy and silly.

My teachers or parents tell me I need to focus more on work and less on joking around.

Total: 3

SHY

I don't have a lot of friends.

I don't talk too much.

It's not that I'm snobby, I just get nervous when talking to people.

When people say my name, others say 'who?'

I'm pretty sure mostly no one knows who I am.

People have told me I need to talk more.

I only talk when other people talk to me first

I look down when I walk.

I avoid social gatherings, such as games, dances, or parties.

People have tried to help me be more outgoing, but it never works.

I always plan to talk to more people, but I never do.

I sit in the back of the classroom.

I never participate in class discussions.

I hide behind people to avoid being seen sometimes.

I could never be a cashier, talking to strangers.

I talk quietly.

People have called me shy or quiet.

I usually let others decide for me.

If someone is talking about my favorite book or movie in front of me, I don't join in the conversation.

Total: 12

GOTHIC

I wear black.

I don't like to be seen.

I'm very, very pale.

I only listen to metal or emo-ish music. (neither of these is goth, mallgoths XD)

I love creepy, weird movies.

I love gothic cartoons and drawings.

I don't like people.

I only go out during the night.

I have black fingernails.

I wear a long black coat.

I also wear big black boots.

'The Crow' is one of my favorite movies.

I only date other Goths.

I love black humor.

I love pain.

People think I'm crazy.

I don't talk to anyone who isn't as deep as me.

I love to scare people

I laugh at teenyboppers.

People are scared of me.

Total: 3

WEIRDO

I talk to myself.

I say really random things all the time/have to say it out loud.

I fidget a lot.

I still use a wheeled backpack.

People laugh at me.

I walk really funny.

I have a very different sense of style.

I talk in a robot voice often.

I'll stop whatever I'm doing, and break out in a crazy dance if the mood strikes.

I debate stuff with myself.

I hear voices.

I'm obsessed with aliens and the other planets.

I have a fascination with robots and machinery.

I use really big words no one understands, and they give me weird looks.

I say random lines of babbling that make sense to no one but me.

I dart my eyes from side to side.

I always pretend I'm a robot or other weird non-human thing.

People have no idea why I think the way I do.

I have some very unusual, extraordinary talents.

When people ask me if I like something that's trendy, I pretend to be scared or confused.

Total: 3

ANTISOCIAL

I hate/dislike most people.

I prefer to be alone.

When people talk to me, I just give them a death glare.

Actually, most people don't talk to me.

People are freaking idiots and I wish they'd all die.

I live in my room, writing in my diary. On the computer...

I go out my way to avoid everyone.

I never greet anyone.

I despise people who talk too loudly.

I want people to think I'm a freak.

I never talk.

I can't wait to get off this earth.

I always sit by myself at lunch or anywhere else.

I listen to music on full blast on my ipod/mp4 player/headphones to block out the world.

I don't know why I am the way I am.

People have said I'm antisocial.

I use drugs or alcohol to escape the loneliness.

Why bother when people don't like you anyways?

I occupy myself so it won't look like I'm a loner.

I just don't get along with anyone.

Total: 1

SKATER

I skateboard to everywhere.

If I'm not skateboarding, I carry it with me.

I shop at Pacsun.

I'm obsessed with Tony Hawk.

Oh yeah, and Bam Margera.

I always play skateboarding video games.

I have shaggy hair.

I wear baggy pants.

I wear only skater shoes.

I always wear hoodies. (well, much of the time)

I hang at skate parks 24/7.

I'm always learning new board tricks.

Forget school, I want to be a professional skateboarder.

I've been skateboarding for over 4 years.

I hang with other skaters.

I've been hurt while skateboarding.

I've been in a skateboarding competition.

I wear vans.

Tony Hawks games win.

I've met some of my closest friends at skate parks.

Total: 0

GANGSTER/HOOD

I say 'yo'.

I also say 'fo shizzle'.

I wear extremely baggy pants.

Mah chainz hang low.

I hang with my homies, biotches, and Hoe's

I'm a thug.

I only listen to rap music.

50 Cent is my idol.

I don't give a frick about school.

I steal/have stolen before (as a child lol)

I freestyle.

I breakdance.

Gold chainz is tha way to go, biotch.

I'm white but I act black.

All my heroes are dead rappers.

Tupac is still alive.

I party with all my nigs.

I wear a sideways baseball cap.

I wear hoodies.

I wear converse with the tongue flipped out.

Total: 2

BULLY

I always steal people's lunch money.

Geeks are afraid of me.

I get in trouble all the time.

I steal people's stuff to be an a**hole.

People have called me a bully.

I have beat someone up before.

I'm always looking for a fight.

I pick on people smaller than me.

I push people out of the way when I'm walking.

I've never been in a relationship before.

People are afraid of me.

People know not to mess with me.

I'm taller than most people my age.

I pick on people for the fun of it.

I make fun of everything anyone else likes.

If anyone crosses my path, they're dead.

People know not to try and stick up for themselves when I'm around.

I'm one of the strongest kids in school.

Even some authority figures are afraid of me.

People get out of my way when I'm walking.

Total: 0

GAMER

I own at least 2 different video game consoles.

I love Final Fantasy.

DDR & Guitar Hero

I've missed school before because I was trying to beat a video game.

I'm always trying to beat high scores on games.

I even play a lot of computer games.

I play at least 3 hours of video games a day.

My thumbs are sore often.

I spend all my money on new video games.

My boyfriend/girlfriend has to be into video games.

All I talk about is video games.

I've been in a video game competition before

I pay over 30$ a month in online games.

I have bought more than 5 accessories for my console

I know about more than 10 cheats and mods in the game I play most.

I have played at least a complete week in the game I like most.

I wouldn't know what to do in an afternoon without electricity.

My parents often tell the internet is broken or simply disconnect it so I don't spend whole weekends and holidays playing.

I have more than one online account on the same game.

Total: 2

GIRLY

I have long hair.

I wear make up every day.

I carry a purse.

I have to get someone else to come kill a spider.

I paint my nails.

I use perfume.

I keep my nails clean/shaped

I shower regularly

I used to or still do Dance, Gymnastics, or Cheer/Pom

I like to accessorize

I like flowers.

I don't like to be outdoors.

I'm more like my mother than my father.

I like hanging out with girls than boys.

I like going to the mall/shopping.

I watch my weight/ count calories.

I plan outfits ahead of time

People say I have a soft/sweet voice.

I dream about and am already planning my wedding day

I watch dramatic shows on tv, soap operas, reality TV, etc.

Total: 9

BOYISH

I have short hair.

I hate doing laundry.

I like war type video games.

I like playing or watching sports.

People say I have a deep voice.

I'm more like my dad than my mom.

I beat up or tease my younger siblings or friends.

I act tough, it doesn't matter what's going on inside me.

There's only two emotions.

I shower only when I start to notice I stink

I think about the opposite sex a lot.

My room isn't neat.

I bite my nails instead of using scissors/clippers.

My clothes don't match sometimes, but I don't notice or care

I like to play rough with dogs.

I like the movies 300, Transformers, The Dark Knight.

The best way to get the opposite sex to like you is to act like a jerk.

I don't read

I don't ask for help even if I need it.

Total: 3

scored highest on: Shy lmao

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sorrelstream · 5 years ago

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entering “proper grammar” mode because I’m writing this on a google docs first and I don’t want to deal with all those ugly squiggles ahdfsdfds…

But!! Here’s the fully answered Ailuornymy question list, as requested by anon :D! More below the cut!

Favourite canon warrior name?

Hmm… let’s see… Honestly? Probably Silverstream! I don’t think we get many -stream suffixes anymore and there’s something soooo pretty about her name and the way it flows !!

Least favourite canon warrior name?

Snowbush. There’s something so clunky about the way this dude’s name reads in my head and I don’t know why!!! Also Harrybrook >:(

Warrior you’d most like to rename?

Harrybrook. I just!! It doesn’t sound nice at all please give him a better name :( Best name-change name? One-eye! I’m not sure if she asked for her name change or not, but I’ll admit “One-eye” is a pretty baller sounding name and I love that. Also Deadfoot has a cool name too (though I wish he had asked for that name change rather than saddled with it :/)!

Favourite canon character overall?

Mousewhisker and Hazeltail! They’re two unimportant side characters that don’t really do anything ever but man do I love them with my whole heart <3!

Least favourite canon character overall?

Thistleclaw and Crowfeather. I’ve talked about why I don’t like either of them a lot before so to keep it short they both make me incredibly uncomfortable nor do I enjoy reading about them at all.

Favourite Warriors book?

The Darkest Hour! It was my first Warriors book that I read from the main series (Sasha's manga was the first Warriors book in general and how I got into Warriors), and MAN does it still stick with me! So many scenes from that book are just iconic.

Least favourite Warriors book?

Anything from Dawn Of The Clans honestly :'). I tried so many times to get into reading that arc and I never could get into it -- it just bored me any time I tried. Same for AVoS, eh.

Favourite canon scene or dialogue of all time?

Such a random scene but there’s a scene I think about all the time from Power Of Three where Lionpaw has a nightmare about Hollypaw, and she just playfully (? ominously?) says “I’m going to get you” while hidden in the shadows before turning into a fox and attacking him. I think about it SO much…...

Favourite canon leader of all time?

Crookedstar, followed closely by Tallstar! I love them….

Character you think deserved better?

SO, SO MANY. IT’S UNREAL. Hollyleaf didn’t deserve to get killed off the VERY NEXT BOOK after she came back to ThunderClan, Snowkit didn’t deserve to get killed off just to push Speckletail into the nursery, Nightcloud didn’t deserve… literally anything she got both in canon and how the authors and fandom demonized her, Honeyfern…. Silverstream… the list goes on really :’/

Character you’d like to see “morally” flipped (made “bad” or made “good”)?

Leopardstar, kinda?? But not like. Morally flipped? I guess? I just mean I wish they had gone more into her redemption arc and why she allied herself with Tigerstar besides just “oh she was in love with him”. So it’s not that I wish she was morally flipped, but I wish they went more into her morality because she’s soo vague as it is (and, frankly, maybe I’m biased because I like her but I would’ve loved to see her overcome her initial prejudice or perhaps work for forgiveness for her Clan - perhaps her alliance with Tigerstar was out of worry for the entirety of her Clan since she saw him as the strongest cat and not just… because she “loved” him). Same for Breezepelt, honestly! They kept dancing between “he’s a troubled son of a negligent/abusive father” and “he’s evil :)” and personally? As a child of a negligent father who also abandoned me, it would’ve been way more … I’m not sure WHAT the word I’m looking for is but I think Breezepelt’s story would’ve been better if they focused on making him a troubled teen of a negligent, bad father and actually embraced Crowfeather being an antagonist in PO3 instead of not wanting to make him look bad. It’s just weird the erins flip flop between “this character is evil” and “this character is ok” so much it’s FRUSTRATING :/

Favourite AU (alternate universe) concept?

Answered here!

Warrior code rule you think is best?

Always help a kitten in need, no matter their heritage! I know that’s not the exact wording but anyways. Perhaps I’m biased because I, in general, don’t like reading about child death (I know it happens and I can handle it in some plots but sometimes it’s just so excessive), but in general I think it’s one of the best and genuinely helpful code laws, especially because kittens always deserve a chance at life. I think the second best rule would be the one that states a warrior does not need to kill to win a battle, because I think that adds a lot more depth (potentially) to how warriors value the lives of others and creates a bigger scene? scandal? when someone is killed in battle versus dying of wounds later on. It also, again, keeps the youngsters like apprentices safe!

Warrior code rule you think shouldn’t exist/should be changed?

If you know me, you won’t be surprised because it’s the same answer as always: the leader’s word is law. I’ve spoken a lot about that code before and even have a comic about its flaws, so I won’t go into it too much here, but I just think it’s a recipe for disaster.

Describe your ideal vision of Starclan/clan afterlife.

Hmmm let’s see… my ideal vision of StarClan/clan afterlife would be a little bit like what it’s like in canon at the moment but with a few twists. I think the borders would dissolve in StarClan so there’d be less in-fighting (though I imagine, after growing up your whole life hating your neighbors, a lot of cats have a hard time getting used to the no-boundary life-style of StarClan, and a lot of young/new spirits tend to stick within their own Clan cliques before venturing out and meeting former members of other Clans. Older spirits would be the ones most used to interacting with former members of other Clans). I think there’d be sections that mimic the corporeal Clan’s territories in theme, but with different landmarks and such so that new spirits have a new world to explore. I’d also take away the fading aspect because I don’t really think that’s… fair? I guess? It’s weird to me but I’d prefer not to go into it. I’d also make it so that there’s no great wisdom to these cats - or, at least, the wiser StarClan spirits are the ones that have been around for as long as anyone can remember. They wouldn’t be able to interfere with the living as much in canon and can only really visit medicine cats, or possibly leaders, in dreams; anyone else has to go to the sacred area to commune with the dead. Not sure what else though! This is just kind of a general idea.

Traditional or non-traditional naming. Thoughts?

I think both have their merits! While I prefer traditional naming systems because I enjoy seeing the way people develop suffix meanings and assign well-known meanings to them (and even connotations!), plus it helps me personally assign even the smallest trait to a side character so they feel just a little more real, I see why people would enjoy non-traditional naming systems as it does give more breathing room for individual name creation. Also, I’m not gonna lie, there’s some gorgeous lyrical names out there that flow beautifully. My heart will always belong to traditional naming, though, I think.

If traditional: What non-traditional suffix would you include in your system? If non-traditional: What’s your favourite canon suffix?

Traditional! I actually have included some non-traditional suffixes in my system, just for variety! But those are: -throat, -pool, -belly, -fern, -bee, -berry, -chirp, and -tooth, for example. There’s actually quite a few more but I don’t wanna list every single addition shfbd!

Best thing about the clan system as a concept in your opinion?

Hard to pick, honestly! But I do think the best thing about clans as a system is their unity; they’re a little society that has each other’s backs, and the care for young and elderly a lot is touching!

Favourite Warriors fanfiction (or fanfiction writer)?

HA this might be an obvious answer, but 100% solacefruit on ao3 (also: @/ailuronymy and @/burnt-sycamore on tumblr!). His worldbuilding is to die for and there’s something so charming and attention grabbing about his writing style that always has me waiting for the next update. Seriously, probably one of my biggest writer inspirations.

Favourite Warriors fanartist (includes animators)?

Answered here!

Most interesting villain?

Mapleshade and Sol, honestly. I’ve rambled about Mapleshade before, I think, but I think her story could have had a lot of potential to call out the misogyny and bias of StarClan and the code, and how mollies are often punished harsher than the toms for their code-breaking. Her story also features how weird the warriors are with the warrior code - it’s like they cherry pick what they want to believe? Oakstar sends three innocent kittens out of the Clan, presumably to die (which they do), despite the code speaking to never endanger a kitten’s life no matter their heritage, and no one ever questions him, or the rest of ThunderClan, for standing by to watch kittens die? Even Frecklewish outright stated she watched the kittens die and did nothing about it. Why? Why was everyone okay with punishing Mapleshade for breaking a rule of the code but no one questioned Oakstar or anyone else in ThunderClan for kicking out the kits alongside Mapleshade, when it was Mapleshade’s crime and not the kits? And why doesn’t Appledusk get punished or ostracized by his clanmates as severely as Mapleshade did? It had a lot of potential but it’s just a mess. Anyways - onto Sol. Another interesting concept kinda messed up by the Erins. In general, I really love villains that are just nuisances at best and no real threat - kind of like Heinz Doofenshmirtz - and with Sol’s backstory being the way it was, he was the perfect opportunity to have him be this little antagonistic shithead who, while annoying and causing problems, wasn’t actually a serious threat, and he of all villains would have had the best shot at redemption I think.

Favourite canon clan?

RiverClan! I love their aesthetic, their territory, and their general vibes. In love with water-based places <3!!

What would you ask Erin Hunter, if you could?

“Would you hand the series off to a new team of writers?” All good series must come to an end, but with Warriors being as broad as it is, I think this is a series where spin offs can be made and still thrive - just not with the current author staff we have at the moment. There’s lots of people with amazing, creative ideas for Warriors, and I know this is just a fantasy at best, but I would love to see a new writing team take over and weave brand new stories and worldbuilding with it in spin-offs. Hell, even I’d love to take a crack at publishing a Warriors spin off, but, again, it’s a fantasy at best.

Top five prefixes (canon or otherwise)?

Sorrel-, Chub-, Mink-, Rose-, and Vervain- (you can tell I like these prefixes considering these are all prefixes of characters featured in my webcomic besides Sorrel-, which is used for my wcsona’s name ha!) Honorable mentions to: Black- (or any color based prefix like Yellow-, Red-, Ginger-, Blue-, Gray-, White-, etc. I don’t know why but I’m fond of them), Beetle-, and Fidget- (which isn’t a traditional prefix, but I think it’s cute hehe.)

Top five suffixes (canon or otherwise)?

Just narrowing down for traditional because I need a smaller pool to pick from habdfsd but! -face, -flower, -stripe, -storm and -nose!

If you were on Drunk Warriors Rants, what would you talk about?

I have no idea what Drunk Warriors Rants is actually but I’m assuming it’s something where you get drunk and rant about warrior cats so… I would absolutely rant about Hollyleaf and mainly the wild mischaracterization the fandom has made of her break down and the murder of Ashfur. It irks me to no end how so many people have pushed this weird concept that Hollyleaf was aware her parents were Crowfeather and Leafpool when she murdered Ashfur to the point that most people I talk to genuinely don’t realize this, because not only does it just make so sense narratively but I feel like it really does take away from the depth that is her character. I think Hollyleaf is one of the few characters we get, like, an actual depth to, who is developed beyond “typical protagonist with love interest”, and has an interesting arc, downfall, and redemption. When she killed Ashfur, she was totally unaware that Leafpool and Crowfeather were her parents - in fact, the entirety of Sunrise is about Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, and Lionblaze trying to figure out who their parents are, so I honestly don’t know where this whole “Hollyleaf knew about her heritage when she killed Ashfur” thing came from. It really ruins her arc by making her out to be some nonsense cat who killed to keep a secret she spilled anyways, and not a cat who killed to keep a secret she didn’t fully understand yet, who then completely unraveled once she discovered the origins and how her existence completely went against everything she was raised to believe in.

What would your warrior name be?

Pretty obvious answer but my warrior name would be Sorrelstream! Or possibly Sorrelstripe, but I lean towards Sorrelstream. I love to swim a lot actually but I wouldn’t say I’m a particularly strong or skilled swimmer but hey… It’s my warriors sona and I get to give him one (1) skill.

Bonus questions:

Describe your favourite original Warriors characters!

HONESTLY this question is a little tough because I have such a huuuge cast of original warrior characters it’s hard to narrow down! I’d say if you’re interested in hearing more about my ocs or seeing them in action to check out my @/roseface blog, which is dedicated to my wc comic, or check out my ao3 account (kiittenteeth) because I’ll probably be posting warriors-centric original character stories there soon!

Describe your original Warriors clans!

Heyyy fun fact! I’m actually working on a small novel fanfic (only about ten chapters long) featuring my fanclans! They’re a group of four Clans set in an abandoned gated neighborhood/area - FernClan (located in the local abandoned mall), PondClan (located in the abandoned golf course), GleamClan (located in the local abandoned restaurant/diner), and FieldClan (located in the abandoned K-12 academy school). I won’t go too much into them here since I want to explore their worldbuilding in my fic, but keep an eye out for them when I drop the first chapter of Ribs!

Talk about your feelings about the Warriors series!

Oh man. A lot. The series itself is… disappointing, at best, but I’m awfully attached to it no matter how many times I try to break away from it. It was my biggest media interest growing up (keyword: media), so it’s a pretty big part of me and the way I grew up. Plus I met a good chunk of my friends through warrior cats related areas, so :’)!!! It’s a series that despite all its flaws is incredibly close to me but I’m mainly here to read everyone’s fan content because MAN does the fan content go above and beyond!

(Asked by @/whocares-idont) What’s your opinion on fan made Clan pantheons?

I LOOVE fan made Clan pantheons actually! Mythology was always something I loved learning about as a kid, and I’m particularly fond of the worldbuilding people make for the Warriors setting. I feel like creating a pantheon and mythos tied to it adds to the depth of the world and makes it all the more interesting and realistic, especially since mythology is such a huge part of so many cultures, both ancient and modern one. I think creating pantheons really adds to the setting people make with warriors, and, honestly, they’re always really fun to read about!!

#yes i did this instead of working on season change pages dshfbsdfds didnt feel like drawing today #nor have i felt like drawing in the past UHHH [checks watch] 3 days. oops!#anyways :)!! anon who requested this i hope u enjoy :D!#long post

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writing-and-nutmeg · 6 years ago

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Hey! I’ve been reading your work and I was wondering what advice you could give someone who’s trying to start a writing blog and also an aspiring author?

Hello, fellow writer! 😃 I started my writing blog a few months ago, so I’m still learning a lot from my fellow writeblrs, but I’d be happy to share what’s helped me in creating my blog—although most, if not all, of my advice is going to be stolen from @pens-swords-stuff lovely post here, which I’d definitely recommend checking out. 😉

~Reach out to other writeblrs

This is really important if you’re looking to gain a following count. Follow them, reblog and comment on their writing, slip into their inbox, etc. The writeblr community is super supportive—I’ve met so many lovely writers on this site—and not only is it a wonderful experience to interact with other writers and read their work, but it’s also a great way to start making yourself known.

Post writing-related stuff, not just original writing:

As fun (and sometimes nerve wracking 😅) as it is to post your writing, it’s also great to sprinkle some other stuff in there alongside your WIP: relatable writing memes, writing prompts, etc. I’ve only just begun to post my own writing on my blog, so I can credit many of my followers to the writing memes and prompts that I post.

Again, I’d definitely recommend checking out @pens-swords-stuff post here, which is a great resource for new writeblrs.

Now, I’m not quite sure if this is part of your question, but you mentioned being an aspiring author when you asked for advice, so I’ll throw in some of what I’ve learned in my writing journey.

I officially decided that I wanted to be a writer a little over a year-and-a-half ago. In that time, I’ve learned TONS about what works best for be when I write. Here’s what I’ve discovered:

~I have to give myself permission to write a bad draft. When I first start writing a scene/chapter, I always start with a freewrite first. A freewrite is the most liberating thing I can do as a writer: I write without fear of messing up, because in a freewrite, it is IMPOSSIBLE to mess up. Here’s a good definition I found on study.com:

“Freewriting is the practice of writing down all your thoughts without stopping, and without regard for spelling, grammar, or any of the usual rules for writing.”

You basically write without stopping. You throw your thoughts on the page in a jumbled heap, and you keep going with no thought to misspelled words, fragmented sentences, or a paragraph you think could be phrased better. I usually set a ten minute timer and just write whatever comes to my mind. It’s really helpful for me, because it helps me flesh out where I want the chapter to go, what I want the characters to do, the rough sketch of the words I will use—and I do it all without fear of not being perfect, because a freewrite tosses the idea of perfection out the window!

Trying to write a perfect first draft is impossible for me. In freewriting, I remind myself of that, and I let go of the fear of writing “bad writing” and simply allow myself to write without restriction.

~After my freewrite, I start my first draft. This is where I rewrite my freewrite. My freewrite is a jumbled, discordant mess of half-assembled thoughts, choppy dialogue, rambling sentences, and nonsensical transitions—and in rewriting it, I attempt to tidy it up a bit. I’ve learned that for myself, I can’t aim for perfection; I become too caught up in all the tiny details and start to obsess over them. So for my first draft, I simply try to rewrite my freewrite not so that it’s not perfect (which I find to be an impossible standard anyway), but so that it’s slightly less messy.

~Then I move onto the second draft, and the third, and the fourth; through each draft, I slowly create a piece that becomes better and better: The dialogue become smoother and more natural; scattered words morph from building blocks and into solid, vivid imagery; the sentences flow together well and the variety in their structure is easy on the reader’s eye.

~After I reach a point where I’m satisfied with the last draft I’ve written, I usually take a break from it. I wait anywhere between a few days to a few weeks (sometimes longer) before I look back at it with fresh editing eyes. :)

Wow, that got long and kinda turned into a rabbit trail. 😳🐰 Sorry.

To sum up my advice for aspiring writers: Give yourself permission to write badly. Not all of your words will be perfect. And that’s okay. Think of the “bad words” (for lack of a better term) as the foundation for the “good words” (asldjgalsg I need to come up with better terms 🙈) that you will write.

Again, that’s just my writing process, and that’s what I’ve found works really, really well for me personally. Every writer has their different writing process, so definitely do what works best for you.

I’m SUPER sorry for how long this response is. I’m not even sure if the second part of my response was included in your question. If it wasn’t, then please ignore me, and my deepest apologies for tossing all these words at you. 😅

I wish you the best of luck in your writing journey! If any other writeblrs want to jump in and add their thoughts, then please do so!!

-Nutmeg ❤️

#writing #writing advice #writeblr #writers #writing tips #im so sorry this took me so long to respond to!!#writers on tumblr #just writer things #just writer stuff #writblr #writing and nutmeg #also wow youve been reading my work? advhjjdfj that makes me so happy #thank you!#oof i just realized hiw long and rambling this is #wow im sorry

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sakumosowainthirst · 6 years ago

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This is going to be a copy-paste of a rant I did on Twitter, which you can find here. It will be spaced like my individual tweets. I’ll also fix a few stray typos.

Buckle up, boys and girls, because SakuMo's about to make an unpopular opinion thread. The disparity between commissioned fanart vs commissioned fanfiction: a thread.

First, a few disclaimers:

Don't @ me about legality. All forms of paid fanwork are technically illegal.

This is not an attack on fanartists; I have nothing but mad respect for them.

There is a HUMONGOUS gap between the way fanart is viewed as a whole and the way fanfiction is viewed. If I had to make a comparison, I feel like fanart is the jocks/popular kids of the fandom world, whereas fanfiction is the chess/av club.

Fanart is seen as this amazing thing that talented people make and should be paid for. Fanfic is viewed as something teenage girls do to insert themselves into stories to date/have sex with canon characters. Those things exist, but so does "bad" fanart, for lack of better wording.

I can't scroll through Tumblr or Twitter without tripping over at least 6 artists advertising their commission info. In my near 20 years of writing fanfiction, I have only seen TWO writers do the same, and they severely undercharged and were still given flack for it.

Writing good fanfiction, the kind that makes you scream, "I've always wanted this!" and come back to read it again and again, takes time. Good writing takes years and countless hours to craft, the same as good art does.

Really good fanfic authors research their canon of choice thoroughly so they can adhere to it or bend it in a way that seems plausible. Owain's wiki page is practically my homepage from all the research I've done for fics.

But there is just this huge disconnect between how fanart is treated vs how fanfiction is treated. It's commonplace for fanartists to charge upwards of $40 for fanart, but a fanfic writer asking for $1/100 words is seen as ludicrous and overcharging.

"Anyone can write fanfiction, though."

Yeah, and anyone can draw stick figures and call it fanart. Truly good fanfiction takes hours upon hours to craft. It takes a grasp of grammar rules (which are a mess in English) as well as a varied vocabulary, knowledge of theming--a lot.

And yet fanfiction is still viewed as lesser in the fanwork kingdom, and fanfic authors aren't valued anywhere near the way fanartist are. And that isn't to say fanartists should be valued less; it's to say fanfic authors should be valued more.

I was discussing the pipe dream of a fanfic zine the other day with a friend, where the focus was on fics with maybe 1-2 illustrations, like in children's books. She asked me, "I love it, but would anyone honestly buy it?" The fact I could not definitively say yes speaks volumes.

Maybe I'm just a bitter fanfic author, but writing commissions should be as normalized as fanart comms, and fanfic authors should be able to charge reasonable rates for their work without being bullied for it.

Just like fanart, fanfic isn't something you can just pull out of thin air, at least not if it's any decent caliber. There are fanfic authors who obsess over their fics as much as actual authors, and they are valid to do so.

"Just write original content to make money on your writing."

This is dismissive and feeds into the idea that fanfic is lesser. This ideology isn't nearly as ubiquitous in fanart circles as it is in fanfic circles. Fanfic is a valid art form and deserves respect.

I'll repeat that: fanfic is a valid art form and deserves respect. Fanfic authors are valid writers and deserve respect. They should be able to ask for fairly priced commissions just as easily as fanartists. But as things stand now, they aren't and they can't. And it's not fair.

Do me a favor: head to AO3 and look up your favorite fandom. Read a few fics. You'll probably find some dreck in there, but I can guarantee you'll find some published-caliber writing in there, the same as you'd find HQ art mixed in with "lesser quality" art in a Google search.

I know you will because I've seen it. I've seen fanfics that surpass the quality of canon authors, and I've seen published books that are of vastly lesser quality than fanfiction. Fics that treat the canon better than the canon writers do.

And while you're there, kudo and more importantly COMMENT ON those fics. Feedback is lifeblood for fanfic authors, and it is also not as ubiquitous as it should be. I love getting kudos, but I C H E R I S H every comment and have cried over some.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. Now please go out there and thank a fanfic author. Comment on their fics, on every chapter. Interact with them. Commission them. Treat them with the same love and care you do your fav fanartist. Because they deserve it and don't get it enough.

#sakumo says stuff #fanfiction discourse #fanfiction #fanfic deserves respect #fanwork discourse #fanart vs fanfic

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sieben9 · 7 years ago

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“only you”/“an untold story” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

Yes, both in one post. Mostly because I watched them in one go. And because they’re really just one long story, anyways.

please feel free to insert your own episode-relevant pun here

Before I get into anything else: NO MORE UNDERWORLD LIGHTING! I’d almost forgotten how much that stupid red filter bothered me, until I didn’t have to stare at it while going through my screenshots. Dobby is freeeee~

Anyways, to my intense surprise, especially after the mess that was “Last Rites”, I really liked this finale! Not as a season-finale, because it wasn’t, but it was a very solid, fun two-parter that feels like it should have aired halfway through the hiatus between seasons. (I have Opinions™ on the “season finale followed by a mostly-unrelated epilogue/setup for the next season” format, and not one of them is positive.) The setup for the next season did get me cautiously excited, though. Not quite the “holy crap, I have to watch that!” of the s4 finale, but still good.

Just for clarity’s sake: I will be referring to this two-parter as one episode, just for ease of conversation. I have not slept this weekend, and I refuse to juggle grammar.

OK, just so I have it out of my system:

Gay roadtrip!

“i know we spent the last ten episodes getting my boyfriend back from the dead, but there isn’t room for four in the bug, so bye!” — emma swan, apparently

My joyful little shipper heart aside, the Emma/Regina bits in this episode were just fantastic. From their little heart-to-heart about Regina missing Robin (and Emma actually properly empathising this time) to the oddly even more personal topic of Regina’s constant battle with her “evil” side, it was all that I might have wanted and more.

The scene also left me with a weird feeling, because on the one hand, sure, it’s hard to constantly have to censor a part of yourself in order to be accepted in the company of the people you love (and who love you), but on the other hand… if that part of yourself has “kill it with fire” as the first response to any and all annoyances, maybe, just maybe, that’s something that you should censor. That said, Regina, you should definitely make an appointment with Archie. That sounds like his cup of preferred beverage.

And now to maybe my least favourite part of the episode, so we get it over with… the actual “main” plot. Or the excuse plot, as I will call it, because, really, the whole “Henry destroys magic” thing never really felt like a credible threat. It was more something to get everyone into motion so they could do the actually interesting stuff.

Don’t get me wrong, Henry snapping after losing yet another person—even by proxy through his mother—is perfectly understandable and realistic. That he’d turn his anger on magic as a whole isn’t exactly out of left field, either. He’s done this before, after all. At least this time, he didn’t try to blow up the magic well. I like that well, recent drama notwithstanding.

instead, we get the reverse-cornucopia of magic, apparently

But the plotline itself seemed far too rushed and low-energy to really grab my attention. And the resolution was… ::sigh:: there’s a dilemma for me, here, because I unabashedly love cheesy “The Power Is In You” moments, and the scene at the well did hit that button. It just felt unearned, which is why I couldn’t really enjoy it. (Also, I don’t know what New Yorkers are like, but I know how people from around here would have reacted to a performance act like that. Ah, well. Never Mind All That.)

the real magic was convincing so many people to throw away their spare change

I don’t even know what to say about the Dragon cameo. Nice to see he’s not dead, after all, but everything else in that scene... Nick, if you’d be so kind?

OK, that’s over with. Luke-warm excuse plot with some nice elements to it. I’m not sure if Violet needed to be in this, but I guess Henry needed someone to talk to.

Just as a pick-me-up, I want to give a shoutout to one of the best-executed bits of comedy on this show so far:

“Guy on the third floor is involved in some kind of satanistic ritual and dumped his food on the floor. Pretty polite and tips well, though. 8/10”

Just… very good performance and comedic timing on both parts. I liked it.

Aaaaand over to the “they got sucked through a portal. Again.” part of the episode.

ah, zeppelins; the easiest shorthand for “alternate universe” there ever was

I do kind of like the sound of the Land of Untold Stories and I really, really hope this gets a little more fleshed out in the coming season. How do people end up there when they’re not sucked through Yet Another Portal Accident? Is this what happens to all stories that haven’t been written down by an Author, yet? Is Harry Potter in there somewhere?

So many questions, so little screentime… I’m not sure if I would have liked 8 episodes of stumbling around in this new world, but I would have liked to find out if I did. …listen, it made sense in my head.

This plotline included what is probably my biggest complaint about the writing this episode: Snow selling out Belle. Just… with little to no hesitation. Which is why blaming the writing and not her. If this was supposed to be some kind of big, dramatic moral dilemma, I expect we’d have seen at least some semblance of guilt on her part. Instead, she just told this clearly violent individual about the defenceless, sleeping-cursed pregnant woman within nanoseconds of him threatening Hook. I know Snow’s characterisation has been a bit inconsistent recently, but come on. This isn’t her, and I am disappointed that the show even tried to sell this to me.

And I think I would have believed the version where Snow just blurts out the information about Belle and later feels awful, because holy crap, how could she? (There’s… some precedent for poor judgment on Snow’s part when it comes to sharing information, after all.) But this wasn’t even a Thing for her. I just… ::frustrated noises:: why, show?

So, yeah, the Bad Guy kidnaps Belle. Well done, there. By the way, wasn’t it incredibly difficult at some point to make portals to the Land Without Magic? I get why portalling to Storybrooke would be easier—it’s got magic, after all. But hotel room 318, New York? I guess you could argue that the crystal brought the magic along, but still.

i giggled at this bit, i’m afraid. fellow cat owners will understand.

So, I’m not sure what the “intended” reading here is, but I find it interesting that Rumple seems to understand himself so much less than Hyde apparently does (prediction: they totally know each other; mostly because Rumple knows everyone—guy gets around…) So he went to protect the magic crystal, because what else would the thundering teleport-vortex of doom have come to steal? As has been noted before, Rumple doesn’t really go after people through their loved ones, with one very recent exception, and he had to ask his dad for help to come up with that one. The idea that someone would kidnap Belle to get whatever the hell they want from him, doesn’t seem to occur, even though it has happened multiple times, already. Just… maybe you should have kept that box in your coat pocket, my friend.

Yeah… this is sure going to be fun, I can already tell. What does Hyde want with Storybrooke, anyway? It’s been established that it has one of the least-fun-to-rule populations, and everyone and their dog has magic. Seems like a bad pick, overall.

You do you, though.

And from Jekyll and Hyde, we finally come to this…

that still looks so very unpleasant.

I’m… ambivalent about the personality split, and I really want to wait and see how it turns out. Clearly, this is a good way to have the Evil Queen around again without also having to sacrifice Regina’s redemption arc, which I’m grateful for, believe me. It’s bad enough to have one of my faves on a redemption-yoyo—no need to add a second one.

is it bad that i missed her?

OK, look I’ve seen this Star Trek episode. Ten bucks that it turns out the Evil Queen isn’t “just” Regina’s evil side, she also got many of her more forceful, but overall positive character traits, and both are less without the other, leading to them re-fusing or something. (Yes, wrong fandom. So sue me.)

…obviously, I’m willing to be surprised, but I like this version a lot more than the idea that you can just siphon out the “evil” parts of yourself. (Even Hyde wasn’t really Jekyll’s “evil” side—just the collection of his socially unacceptable traits made flesh. I only read an abridged version of that book, and that a while ago, but Jekyll still seemed like a bit of an ass to me.)

While we’re here: shoutout to Snow and her flask of cocoa-fortifier. That got a surprised (and amused) laugh out of me.

Also, do we want to talk about whether or not it’s healthy to be so at odds with a part of yourself that you think killing it is the best way to deal with it or…? ‘cause, honestly, I would like to talk about that. Seems like Regina is a lot less OK than she’d like others and herself to think…

yeah, that’s not a “finally i’m free!” face

So, cautiously optimistic about s6 so far. The villains definitely seem interesting, and this episode was a good reminder of what I liked about the character dynamic in the first place.

An addendum about 5B:

Goddamn, but this season dragged. There seems to be simultaneously too much plot for too little time and not enough plot to fill ten episodes. This is probably based in my personal biases for and against certain characters (and the fact that I was insanely busy and couldn’t watch the season all in one go), but… yeah, I’m kind of relieved it’s over, to be honest.

#ouat #once upon a time #ouat only you #an untold story #sieben watches ouat #sieben talks #ouat writing critical #not much though #anti cs #in a subclause #otherwise i was pretty happy #just extremely tired #turns out the human body needs sleep #who'd have thunk

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stellar-imagines · 6 years ago

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HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Mineta’s harassment.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and Aizawa defending their S/O when Mineta harasses them.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ Let's be real, Midoriya is nice to everyone. He can't really say that he's close with the class's pervert but he just thinks he's a friend/classmate, nothing more, nothing less. It's usually Kaminari and Mineta who talk about girls. Unlike Kaminari who knows his limits, Mineta often takes it too far. So when Mineta and Kaminari were talking about girls, he's usually at lost, unsure of what to say and ends up just nodding to whatever they were saying.

♤ Everyone knows that Midoriya tries to solve everything with words and through communication, he rarely resorts with force and violence. Just talking about you was fine but he gets really unhappy when Mineta is talking about your boobs, ass or whatever. This boy just tells Mineta to stop treating his girlfriend like some sort of meat and respect her as a person.

♤ He gets super uncomfortable when he notices Mineta looking at your direction and giving you that look, the one akin to when a drunkard has his eyes looked on a woman. Midoriya is silently glaring at his friend and hoping that you wouldn't notice this pervert's eyes on you. He tries to ignore it but if the staring had gone for far too long, he takes it upon himself to reprimand Mineta to look somewhere else.

♤ If you're the type who can stand up for themselves, Midoriya's worries lessen. He'd still be there to make sure Mineta doesn't take things too far. However, if you're the quiet-shy type who has social anxiety 24/7, he's on full offense and defense. He makes sure to stick by your side or at least have the girls accompany you.

♤ When it does get too far, Midoriya would step in front of you, glaring at his classmate with a furious look in his eyes. He tries not to expose you to violence. But when Mineta is talking about you behind your back, he won't hesitate to hit Mineta if he touches you inappropriately. And it won't be those gentle slaps. It will be One For All 100% or Shoot Style. And viola, the filth of Class 1-A had been removed!

♤ Conclusion, he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who dares to make you uncomfortable, cry or anything. And you bet he's gonna throw someone off a cliff if someone dares to hurt you.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Bakugou pretends to not pay attention to you but he actually is. To begin with, he sneaked glances at you when he thinks no one was looking and he was pretty damn good at it. This goes on until you start dating. Until one day, Kirishima spots him looking at you and all hell breaks loose.

☆ Without you noticing, Bakugou became your boyfriend and at the same time, a guard dog. He's very observant and he prefers to trail behind you a bit when walking together. But he can't escape when you want to hold hands. If someone dares to make fun of you, that person might as well just play dead because Bakugou is gonna hunt them down and make them regret saying whatever they said about you.

☆ Okay, everyone knows not to mess with Bakugou's territory you, or they will face serious consequences. It's not a rule that he established himself, that reminder is drilled into their heads the moment your relationship was revealed.

☆ So that one time Mineta decides to harass you were either before you were dating or when no one knew that you were dating yet. Whether he just talks about you or stares at you, Bakugou is already storming over and planning a murder. If he goes as far as to touch you. Guess what, Shinsou? There's a seat open for you. Welcome to 1-A.

☆ Whether Mineta is aware of your relationship or not, he won't get off the hook that easily. The girls are there to beat his ass for you if you're too shaken. Maybe it was because Bakugou never did anything when Mineta was up to no good, that the pervert thinks that doing his usual thing was not a problem. But, he was so wrong when he met Bakugou's deadly gaze. His looks can kill. The blonde didn't even have the chance to use his quirk because his looks alone were enough to make Mineta retreat.

☆ Bakugou looks freaking scary when it happens that it haunts your classmates for a long time. It will take them a long time to find something scarier than the look on Bakugou's face when someone messes with you. Stage fright? What is that? Think about this then you'll forget about that stupid fright.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Similarly to Midoriya, he chooses not to use unnecessary violence. Most of the time, he tries to talk it out. To begin with, Todoroki wasn't well acquainted with most of his classmates. He's usually chill with everything. Just like some of his classmates, he never really paid any heed to Mineta when he was talking about girls.

♡ But now that he's dating you, he's gotten more conscious of what people say. He might be a bit dense when it comes to relationships but he's learning! He's able to identify jealousy and all the weird, fluttery feelings he gets around you. But when Mineta starts talking excitedly about your features, he was able to separate the feeling fro jealousy quite easily. It was just pure disgust.

♡ Now, Todoroki doesn't really speak and only does so when it's necessary. He never said anything when the pervert is talking about the girls and all that. For starters, Mineta is a pervert who frequently lusts after and sexually harasses his female classmates, even though that's far from a hero should do. Boy gets mad when Mineta brings your name up.

♡ Todoroki opts to glare at Mineta when he talks about you, a disapproving stare sent his way. When his glaring does nothing to solve the situation, he will warn Mineta with words, telling him to stop because it's really disrespectful. He tries to stay calm and manages to do so, at least in expression-wise but deep inside, he's troubled. He doesn't like other guys talking about you like that. Sure you had the looks that attracted several men but he can't blame you.

♡ When Mineta takes it too far, to the point you were starting to get uncomfortable and bothered by his comments, Todoroki gets a bit serious, knowing how words weren't the best way to solve this. He didn't want to resort to threats but with the way you were behaving, he can't control himself. He tries to keep casualties to a minimum so he would step forward and face Mineta, glaring at him with eyes that say 'You piss me off, I will turn you into a block of ice'.

♡ Afterward, Mineta never had the guts to talk about you inappropriately. Todoroki sticks close to you from then on, not wanting anyone making you uncomfortable again.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

♧ Aizawa is seriously sick of everything. He always shows up in class looking ready to pass out at any second. His students were usually rowdy, making noise before he showed up for homeroom. There was the group of daredevils who annoyed Bakugou, Mineta screaming about something and Iida's loud voice that tried to overwhelm the crowd, barking orders to make them keep it down.

♧ You happen to be a teacher who was in charge of helping him with stuff, to put it simply, you were like an assistant of some sort. And he was so grateful that you were there to help if not, he would've been twice as tired than he is normally. He has students' homework to grade, wake up early every day, deal with his students and many other things.

♧ Let's face it, everyone is annoyed with Mineta. He was always making lewd comments about girls and in some cases, going as far as to harass them. Aizawa was rarely there to stop him but it seems like everyone in Class 1-A deal with that annoying grape pervert. Something that he's really grateful of. He trusts his students to deal with whatever problems themselves but he makes sure that they know he's there if they need help with anything.

♧ It was no surprise that you had been a target of Mineta's harassment. He drools over any women it seems. You were mature enough to handle the situation yourself but it didn't change the fact that it was annoying you. On one hand, he's very proud to see you standing up for yourself and the students. However, he's irritated at the fact that he can't just expel him on the spot.

♧ Aizawa usually looks like he doesn't care but when push comes to shove, he's not afraid to speak his mind. After all, he is known to expel students who he feels are not suited for UA, he's rigid and strict when necessary, and also has little tolerance for disobedient behavior. Doesn't hesitate to threaten Mineta when Aizawa catches him harassing anyone.

♧ He's very mature about the issue. Makes sure that you're alright before dealing with the issue—aka Mineta by disposing of him in many different ways. Ties him up and throws him into the trash, because that’s where he belongs. Takes you by the hand and cuddles ensure. And during those cuddle sessions, he reminds you not to wear any weird clothing.

♧ “Listen to me, I want to make an announcement, from today onwards, Shinsou Hitoshi will be your classmate. Don’t be annoying. Mineta? I don’t know, he dropped out or something.”

Total: 1623 words Published: 21.08.2019

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lady-of-endless · 7 years ago

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“From The Oceans To Space” (Lance Mcclain x Reader)

Author's Note: I made the reader gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it! Excuse me for any possible grammar mistakes and so on. Let me know what you think.

He became a sea of worry, unfortunately trapped inside of a raindrop when he saw you injured in the first place.

It's not a rule for every mission to end well and without someone that's injured, right? That was everything you had in mind after this finished mission.

You were harmed, not too much but still more than you were used to and that never sounded alright for Lance, no matter how serious the injury was or not.

Everyone was worried about you, all the paladins were feeling uneasiness creeping as they looked at you once you all met at the castle at the end of the mission. You were a mess. They all wanted to help, but they had no idea how. Usually, you are the one to take care of their injuries as their medical help, but they never thought about what they could do if you were the one who was requiring medical attention.

All that you wanted was to rest and get it over with fast.

Lance on the other hand, was more and more distressed.

When the night arrived, Lance had lost the count of times he checked the watch from his nightstand, not understanding how the others could even sleep after what happened to you. After assuring everyone that you could handle the injury yourself, there was no other sign from you. At least there was no sign for Lance especially.

He wanted to go to your room and help you in some way even if Lance respected your privacy as well. This time it was all so much harder, not being able to stop his anxiousness alone like he usually did.

He was ready to just jump out of his bed in a mere second just to get to you and do his best to help.

After some time, as if the pressure was not enough, an odd sound of something being thrown against the wall startled Lance suddenly. The sound came from the room that was next to his, your room. He swallowed hard and got up from his bed in an instant. No, he was not going to let your stubbornness get him and keep him away.

Arriving in front of the door of your bedroom, he took a deep breath in. He was not going to waste time.

“Hey, you awake?” He asked in a whispered tone after knocking softly at your door. “It's your daily dose of razzle dazzle!” He continued with a joke he knew that never failed to make you laugh.

What was not known by you or anyone was that even if his voice sounded as cheerful as always, on the boy's face there was no smile to be found. There was only a troubled expression.

Your response to his call was weak but heard by Lance who continued to make sure that it is OK for him to enter your room, not wanting to disturb anything that you were doing.

“Can I come in?” He asked looking around him nervously and waiting for your approval.

There was a longer pause before your answer, thing that made Lance find even more questions in his mind. Happily, your response was positive after the wait, so he could continue his plan to be close to you in those complicated moments.

“Sorry for coming here at this hour I just wanted to check if you are...” His words stopped at the sight he was greeted by, his word being crashed. “Dios mío...” Lance whispered, shocked as every muscle from his body contracted.

You were sitting on the floor, surrounded by new and some used, dampened bandages around you. The medical kit being next to the wall, hint that it was the object that was thrown earlier creating a heavy sound. The injury from your back did not look that well. Sure, the cut was not that deep but it surely was not clean, traveling over your back almost diagonally.

“Hi, babe.” You briefly greeted him with a weak smile that faded fast, looking over your shoulder at him, trying not to look like you were troubled.

“What happened?” He asked with shock and fear in his eyes that were moving frantically over your figure.

He could not even move one inch closer. There were times when Lance froze at the sight of your smile, your eyes, feeling butterflies in his stomach but this time was something else.

“I thought that I could do this alone...” You explained mumbling and looking down at the bandages and the tools you tried to use in order to clean the cut. “Seems that I'm not as skilled as I thought I am.” You continued while feeling how confidence was leaving you.

Without saying a word, Lance looked around once again and tried to take in everything he was seeing. The bright expression he usually has on his face was nowhere to be found now as his sky-blue eyes were darkened by concern for you. The idea of him allowing this to happen, for you to bear this alone was slowly building up an inexplicable guilt in his heart.

“Just stay there and wait.” It was all he could tell you as he finally made a move after taking a deep breath and get over the shock with amazingly fast strength and will.

Lance walked towards the medical kit from the floor, lifting it. On his way to you, he picked up some clean bandages from around you as well. Finally, getting closer to your exposed back, his eyes caught yours as you turned your head to him and were taken aback by the look on his face. From a shocked expression, Lance went to looking and being motivated and just ready for anything.

Nevertheless, the situation or what he's feelings were, Lance was always the one to put that aside for what really mattered in his eyes. All of those feelings he would invest in one matter were passionate and always benevolent.

“Lance what is on your mind?” You asked frowning in confusion at the look from the eyes you loved to stare at.

He wondered for a second if you doubted him. Even so, this concept alone was not enough to stop him from wanting to give you the best he had.

Lance placed his forehead against the back of your neck.

“Just guide me, tell me what to do.” He said it all in one simple phrase in one of his most collected tone, the one that always worried you the most.

You were speechless but not surprised by his motivation. As the medical help of Voltron, you always helped them without ever thinking about what can happen if you were the one to get harmed. The answer was now coming out as you were injured, Lance was ready to take care of any of your possible problems. Of course, you both knew that he did not have the knowledge of some certain medical procedures, but he wanted to help you in any way, and any of his ways worked for you.

“Are you sure, Lance? It's not necessary... I can just get in a healing pod and that's it.” You asked in a soft voice, swallowing hard and wishing not to get him into something as unpleasant as cleaning your wound.

You did not want to put him through such a disturbing situation, true, but Lance on the other hand, did not hesitate one second. He was indeed terrified at the thought of making even a minor mistake in the process.

If you needed help from someone, his heart would fill up with warmth if he could be the one to take care of your necessities, forgetting his own in seconds.

“I will not leave you like this.” He explained briefly, letting out the only reason that was pushing him to making it. “You have seen me in worse conditions and helped me get over them. Let me have this, let me be grateful for each time you healed me.” Lance continued with motivation and stubbornness, both coming from his heart.

Saving you. That might sound exaggerated but that is indeed what he wanted to do all day long. Saving you as in keeping you away from any type of harm and any type of danger.

“I will try my best.” He told you even if that was what he was doing all the time for the ones he cares about.

His hands were careful with each move as if you were a petal that could bend under his touch. Lance took care of every inch of your injury, cleaning it carefully, applying the bandages with great interest for painful details that needed healing. There were moments when all that concentration made the paladin hold his breath unconsciously. His fingers were meticulously running over your damaged skin as he continued his job, making you finally get away from the pain

Lance was quieter than usual but that was what happened exactly when he had to concentrate. His eyes were fixated on your skin being as focused as when he is the precious sharpshooter of the team. After making sure that the cut was cleaned and covered, he took off his jacket and placed it on your back and shoulders, lovingly, his hands stopping on your arms which he grabbed tightly. He could feel shivers run down his spine every time he saw you wearing his jacket.

Later, you stayed next to Lance in silence with your head on his shoulder. The pain from your back was getting weaker because of the help Lance gave you and surely because of his presence. As relaxing it was to feel his fingers caress your cheek, something was still bothering you.

“I can't believe how useless I was in this situation.” You confessed while looking down at your feet, being disappointed.

With that one phrase, Lance knew that he has not finished his job yet. He had to take care of anything that was still hurting, more than having to, he wanted to.

“Nope. I don't want to hear that.” Lance told you being revolted by your words as he practically adored you on all levels. He grabbed the sides of your face and looked deep into your eyes as a sign that he was about to say next was important. “The biggest part of an ocean is always undiscovered, you can't tell me that you have no skill when it comes to what you do for all of us. You only appreciate a tiny bit of that ocean of aptitude that is in you and needs to be appreciated.” He said without stopping for air, letting it all out.

Lance was looking at you as you looked down and grabbed his wrists while the palms of his hands were still on the sides of your face. There was no smile on your lips and no sparkle in your eyes in which he loved to get lost in all the times you were looking at him.

“You are ambition in the most natural form, and I am always amazed by this. I need you to believe in yourself so that I can believe in myself too.” He explained as his lips twitched and formed a candid and warm smile.

Now, you were physically fixed, but on the emotional level the damage was still there and Lance had to change that.

He would like to look at the stars with you even if he got bored with that scenery long time ago since he is in space. He missed heavy rains, lightning, soft peachy colored clouds on a blue sky close to evening, not stars that are seen all the time now around him. The only two reasons he would go stargazing with you were simple. One was because you just made things better. Even looking at the stars he got sick of, Lance could feel his homesickness numbing. The other reason was that he could take it as an opportunity to wish upon a star for you to be next to him until and after he came back home.

If not stargazing, Lance learned way too many things you enjoyed, more than you would expect him to know.

“Let's dance. I know how much you like it.” He said, suddenly getting up and extending his arm towards you in a specific and amusing invitation.

“There's no music.” You rejected his invitation even if you were automatically disappointed with yourself for that answer.

“Come on, we are such great dancers that we don't need music.” Lance cheered while helping you to get up.

His eyes glowed with gratitude and excitement when he watched you getting up, holding his hand tightly. Lance became the prisoner of that magical moment, freezing just because of the way his hand was being held tightly by yours with such devotion.

“Just follow my lead, we'll take this slow.” He said putting one hand between your shoulder blades and gently pushing you towards and against his chest.

As you moved slowly with him, Lance was humming a song you both liked, you started to feel exactly what he was doing to you and that was giving you the healing you needed.

“Just like that, you got it!” He encouraged you while smiling proudly. “Hope that you are ready to get into a dancing contest when we get back on Earth.” Lance joked, finally getting back to his usual behavior you loved.

You laughed softly as you placed your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Lance smiled at the feeling of having you in his arms and of course being able to take care of you.

“Lance... Thank you for this, for all.” You said that in a soft voice, being certain of the plan of thanking him in each day, differently.

Dancing with you more, Lance could feel how his heart was the only thing that was keeping the rhythm. His worry was gone but there still remained something that he could not leave unsaid.

“You don't have to face something like this alone anymore.” He whispered as his lips were gently touching your forehead.

All you ever have to do is just let him be next to you as all he wanted was you to acknowledge that he will always fight for your well-being.

Lance was always bringing you waves of love and support in which you always found your way, but little did you know, for him you were the one to calm the wild ocean of his soul when there was a sorrowful storm.

#voltron #Voltron Defender of the Universe #voltron lance #lance mcclain #lance x reader #lance mcclain x reader #Lance headcanons #lance oneshot #lance imagine #voltron x reader #voltron imagines

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badbtsfanficreviews · 6 years ago

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Hiiii… *has lost all will in life since the porn ban on this hell site*

The Sobi and Taekook Agenda

by min kassi

(ps. don’t send hate to the author)

Take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. Then shoot me and walk away.

Aw how adorable.

HOSEOK POV

So, i’m not really sure if that’s like acceptable and all but i’m not really sure how I feel about this “[CHARACTER’S NAME] POV”.

I can't believe Yoongi-hyung is already 24! It feels like soon enough he'll be leaving to do his military service, I don't want him to leave.

Me too bitch, the fuck?

He had wanted to stay home for his birthday, but I somehow persuaded him into letting us go and play laser tag to celebrate. I don't know why, but he always seems more, lenient, with me.-

That’s because he’s whipped

-He's never missed an opportunity to snap at the other members, fans trying to call him Yoongrumps, Grandpa Yoons, and the dad of the group, but he always is different towards me.

Ah, come on. Yoongrumps? That man is a f**king softie.

Oh well, I can't wait to play laser tag! Our schedules are so crowded with the Wings tour and our comeback, that it's nice to get a break to celebrate moments like this.

~TIME SKIP~

You do know that you can work the time skip in the text right?

We were hanging out in one of the party rooms, closing the door so we could take off our masks.

Masks??? You guys wear masks???? What??

The ceiling was lined with helium balloons, but one of them ended up sinking down. We decided to have fun by passing the balloon back and forth. After a while, it was running low on helium, so we just sucked the rest out and messed around with our high voices.

Playing with helium is on my bucket list.

Eventually, after eating some food and drinking some soda, one of the staff members came to give us the tutorial for the game.-

*imitating James Charles* Hi Sisters! Today i’m giving a tutorial on how to play this game called lasertag!

- Our first round was a "free for all", so we were all on our own.

Everyone playing individually is called “free for all”? Oh well, i’m assuming the person has gone to laser tag and knows this shit better than me.

We all put on our vests, grabbed our guns, and headed into the waiting room. All of our guns had different names on them. Jungkook had The Ape, Taehyung had Gremlin, Jimin had Spyder, Namjoon had Commando, I had Blindside, Yoongi-hyung had Vampire, and Jin-hyung had KingKong.

B*tch it’s King Kong. (Why do all guns have different names?)

We all stood there in the waiting room while the staff member explained the type of game this one was, our vests and guns flashing red and blue.

There are different types of games? The vests flashes in different colours? Wow i’m learning a lot.

After the rules were explained, she pressed a button, a large buzz erupted from the speakers, and the game began.

We had 10 seconds with our shields on to hide and prepare. After 10 seconds, my shield turned off My heart was drumming against my chest, the room silent except for the occasional vibration of shot vests. I stuck my head out a window, and nearly got shot by Tae.-

No shade but when writing a story you don’t really use someone’s nickname unless that person is going in a spiral about the person and saying a lot of different names associating them but that’s none of my business.

- I quickly went and shot him and Jungkook at the same time while I ducked to find a different hiding spot. Can't stay here too long.

No you can’t this is a war zone, you gotta keep your head in the game.

YOONGI POV

I'm glad I allowed Hoseok to drag us here. It was so much fun playing. I was at a good angle to get Jin-hyung and Namjoon, so I fired quick shots at their backs and waited to shoot them again. It was hilarious watching their confusion because they couldn't see me.

I guess that I should have been given Blindside.

You just said you shot two people succesfully without them even knowing you did and you’re saying you should have been given another gun? Yoongi can you be a little more grateful?

The 15 minutes went by quicklyl (since the grammar so far has been decent i’ll let you off the hook with this one), and the first game was over before we knew it, We signed out, taking off our vests. Hoseok was smiling like a horse-

Oh my god really? I thought he smiled like the f**king sun like the sweet cinnamon roll he is.

-, and the youngest two were laughing their heads off.

The scores were revealed: I was first, Taehyung was second, and Jungkook was third. I won.

Yeah I think we all got the clue.

We were all cheering as we relaxed before the next game.

~TIME SKIP~

For the last F**KING time you can work that in the TEXT

Hoseok and I switched guns this time.

YOU GOT IN FIRST PLACE WITH VAMPIRE HOW DARE YOU.

This round we were playing teams, we managed to persuade manager- nim to play so the teams were even.

My team was Jungkook, Jimin, Jin-hyung, and l. The other team was manager-nim, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung.

I don’t really understand the korean mushed together with english in fanfics, especially when they’re set in like America or other parts of the world that isn’t South Korea and uses the whole formal stuff.

We were told the new rules, and the game begun.

Rules: Vampire is the coolest, rules r dum, loudest scream wins, betrayal is 4 bad bitches only.

Luckily, Namjoon kept doing "friendly fire"-

What the f**k is even friendly fire.

- to Taehyung, so their team lost a lot of points. I caught Namjoon as usual, but nobody dared to shoot at manager-nim, He didn't try to shoot at any of us either, so it was fair.

Screw the Korean society system, when you’re in lasertag all of you are starved dogs.

Another 15 minutes passed, and the game was over. Unsurprising, we won by a landslide, Jungkook and I shooting the most. Hoseok and Taehyung shot the most for their teams, but it wasn't enough to declare them victorious.

Until the next game.

DUN DUN DUN.

~TIME SKIP~

FOR THE LAST F**KING TIME-

"The next game is Stealth. This is another free for all, but it's going to be different. The only time your vest will light up is if you've been hit. Now, it's going to be a bit darker in there, so be careful" the staff member informed.

"Alliance?" I offered my hand to Hoseok.

"Alliance," Hoseok smiled, shaking my hand.

Little did we know that we'd be separated the second the game began.

"What the hell? My vest is still lit up," Namjoon shouted.

We all noted that ours all were still lit up also. A minute later, the staff member walked down the center aisle, green lights on her vest, announcing an error with the system. The next game will be stealth.

If it’s the name of the game maybe capitalize that S you communist.

Hoseok ducked to where I was hiding. I initially shot him before realizing who it was. We both went and shot the staff member before she left, laughing at her look of annoyance.

We went through the rest of the game together, and ended up tying for first.

Stealth would be our final game.

~TIME SKIP~

Stealth did work this time. Hoseok and I didn't alliance this time, so I thought that I'd have some fun with it.

I could see his outline, he was running passed, and I took my chance.

He was running passed?

HOSEOK POV

I shot 4 of them at once, then darted to make my escape while they weren't able to shoot. I was running towards the far corner partition, until someone grabbed my shoulders and pinned me against the wall.

Oh seksi ;)

I was about to scream, but I felt a pair of lips meet mine in the darkness. I felt my chest vibrate as the figure walked away.

Pick up your call Yoongi it’s Hoseok’s heart calling you.

I checked my gun.

Tagged by Blindside

Yoongi kissed me.

YOONGI POV

I silenced his scream by kissing him. Not long after he started kissing me back, I shot him and walked away.

His chest lit up, and I couldn't hide my smirk.

Don’t worry the dark does it for you.

I won the game.

Congrats Grandpa, your first win after all these years of backpains.

I don’t really know guys, apart from the “TIME SKIP” and “HOSEOK POV” and the subtle belief of stereotypes I don’t really know. Also, for some reason first point of views in fanfics really rubs me the wrong way? Don’t know the reason for that, it’s unknown.

I was listening to Dja Dja by Aya Nakamura when giving this fanfic a review.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #sope #sobi #yoonseok #min yoongi #jung hoseok #suga #jhope #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #v #jin #rm #jungkook #jimin

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auroraphilealis · 7 years ago

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so im beta-ing a fic for the first time and idk how to ‘help’ like i can do grammar and word flow, but like??? motivation? how does that work? i really dont want to fuck up

You’re not going to fuck up! The first thing you need to remember when it comes to being a beta for someone is that not every author and beta pair are perfect for each other! You’re going to clash with your author (even if you do work well with them!) and they’re going to clash with you. Working with an author is always going to be more difficult than it seems, and it all comes down to personality types at the end of the day.

So don’t feel discouraged if this doesn’t work out perfectly or the way you assumed it would. That’s okay, and fairly normal. It took me a lot of trial and error to find @imnotinclinedtomaturity and now we’re a really great team <3

Now, on to the actual, beta’ing advice lol.

Grammar and word flow are a really important place to start, of course. They help an author’s work look neat and put together. I don’t know about you, but most often when I’m writing, my head is faster than my fingers so there are typos and grammar mistakes and missing words galore! So definitely keep an eye out for this from your author, and try not to just assume that they don’t know the difference between there, their, and they’re. Honestly, when you’re on a roll in writing, you just don’t care which one you wrote, so long as one’s down. So yeah, be understanding of your author and that sometimes writing means saying fuck it to writing rules so you can get a thought out.

On that note, it’s always a great idea to ask your author early on, what problems they feel they have, and ask if there’s anything you can help them with by teaching them a little bit. Sometimes an author doesn’t know what they’re doing wrong, so you have to wait until you run into it to ask them if it’s something they don’t understand, or just a general writing mistake! My big thing is always explaining the pronoun game to people - which is just when to use a Noun and when to use a Proper Noun (he/him, vs Dan). This is especially easy to mess up in a slash fiction story, as there are then too many same gender pronouns floating around).

Now, beta’ing isn’t just about grammar and word flow. It’s also about plot checking, and character checking, and general elements of a story checking. When you’re reading through someones story, do your best to make sure for them that their plot makes sense. In their head, it might be going great! They know exactly what they want to do and where the story is going to go and they think they’ve made it pretty clear! But the fact of the matter is, part of the reason authors need editors is because they’re too much in their own head. It’s super difficult to recognize if the story is coming across clearly to a reader when you already know everything. So often, I have to tell Kat things like “I have a strong feeling this is not the sentiment you meant to get across, but from a reader’s perspective I understand xyz” and then Kat will come screaming back to me in horror that it came across incorrectly.

Of course Kat and I are super close, so we can be kind of mean to each other and still laugh it off or understand what’s going on. But in a newer beta relationship, just always make sure the author understands you aren’t calling them out or anything - you’re just trying to let them know that the way a plot point is written might be causing some misunderstandings in the reader!

This goes for character development as well, or just general writing that’s going on. You should see Kat’s fic when I’m done editing for her. The comments seem never ending, because I comment alot. But I’m also in Kat’s head, and I know what she intends for the story, so when I see something that comes across very different than what she probably wanted, I let her know.

Finally, motivation. The reason you came to me. That one’s the easy part.

Leave happy and excited comments. Mixed in with your comments about how something might not be working, or your corrections of they’re, their, and there, make sure to highlight scenes you thought were amazing, or sentences that really blew you away. Comment on them like you might a fic. I spend half my time leaving “kill me” and “oh god I’m dead” and “aldkjfaldsjfs” comments to Kat because I’m completely in love with something I just read. I basically live react to her story to show her how much I love it, and how well it’s coming along.

You can also show motivation and excitement for an author’s story when they talk to you about it. If you’re excited about a plot point they mention, TELL THEM. If they say something super cool about a character and their plans for them, let them know! If they’re worried something isn’t going to work out, help them through it until they’re feeling confident again.

Particularly if they aren’t your friend, don’t harass them and keep asking when they’re going to keep writing. But DO encourage them if they come and talk to you about writing. Let them know you’re excited for more. When they let you know there’s more to edit, send them excited messages about how much you’re enjoying it so far, and keep letting them know they’re doing great throughout your edit. That really helps an author feel good enough to keep going, because someone is enjoying it. Getting feedback is one of the fastest ways to make an author want to keep writing, because we get so happy that we just want to keep pushing on!

Anyway, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. If you ever want a more (somehow) in depth discussion about how to beta or how I beta, let me know! Maybe I can whip up some tips and tricks for young beta’s out there, and maybe it’ll be helpful for authors too who want to know what to loo for in a beta!

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softforimjaebum · 8 years ago

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moon like you | oneshot.

Im Jaebum x OFC

Word Count: 7.6k

Genre: Fluff (seriously, it’s so fluffy and cliched and cheesy)

Author’s Note: I feel like I went overboard with this, but this oneshot was basically written in the week Jaebum was in the jungle and my heart was extra soft for him. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

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This is the last place Jaebum wanted to be in.

Yes, he had said sex dance when he wanted to say sexy dance. But in his defence, he was really tired, running on 2 hours of sleep. And he had apologised profusely for slip up. But his company was not having any of it. They mandated English lessons for him once again, and he hated it.

He knew it wasn’t just his tiredness that had caused it though. In reality it was a combination of that, and the fact that he never felt confident to speak these English words. Or just the language in general. He had taken lessons, just as everyone else had, when they were rookies. But as soon as he could speak the absolute minimum english that could get him through concerts and ordering food in other countries, he had quit learning.

Working on his English meant also working on his self-confidence, and he hated doing that. But that wasn’t the main reason he hated sitting here. It was because of her. She were going to be teaching him. Everyone called her Ren.

And Jaebum had the biggest crush on Ren. She was a small girl with a round, full face and scattered tattoos on her honey-like skin. He had always wanted to know the meaning behind them, Jackson had once mentioned how all of them had their own little stories, and he wanted to hear them from her but whenever she was around, Jaebum was a mumbling mess. He had learned early on to keep his mouth shut in front of her. She made him so nervous that he felt like a 14 year old trying to talk to his first crush.

Now he was being asked-no, forced-to make a fool of himself in front of her. It was not as if her very presence didn’t make him a nervous mess, but now he would be speaking English in front of her. This was the reason he had never taken English lessons again.

Thinking back, Jaebum still remembered the first time he saw Ren in his English lessons. She had been sitting in a corner, quiet and unmoving, focused on the person teaching them. When she looked down to scribble down her notes, her long black hair cascaded down covering her face from his gaze. He still remembered her real name, but she seemed to dislike it, so he never told anyone, neither the ones who wondered it out loud in front of him nor the ones who directly asked him.

He couldn’t pay attention that whole class. God knows what he had missed out on that day, he couldn't have asked the rest of the boys for help because they would want to know why he hadn’t payed attention and he didn’t want to tell anyone else that just Ren’s presence had done that to him.

Soon after their basic English lessons were over, they found that Mr. Hyun had retired and that she would be taking over for him. Everyone had taken lessons from her, including the new trainees, the existing idols, everyone except for Jaebum. She had an excellent reputation for being really fun to learn with. Youngjae had taken extra lessons with her before he had gone to New York. Jackson was friends with her, even Jinyoung had gushed about her. It made everything all that much worse for Jaebum, because they could all experience this amazing girl and he sat in the sidelines, and it was all his own doings.

Jaebum was drawn out of his thoughts when Ren entered the room followed by a girl who didn’t look all that much younger than her. Ren always smelled of lavender, and he could never understand how a girl whose nickname meant lotus smelled so much like a whole different flower. She looked a lot different now than she had when he first saw her. Her long black hair was now cut into a short inverted bob. He missed seeing her long hair, not that he didn’t find her equally adorable in this hair. She dressed a lot different too. When she had first started working with the company, she always wore full sleeves, covering her tattoos from prying eyes, but as time had passed she had learnt to not care.

He greeted the both of them; Ren was casual in her response, the other girl was visibly nervous.

“She will be here just for today, she’s going to be helping me out with these lessons soon so she wanted to see how its all done. I hope you don’t mind” Ren said to him.

Jaebum shook his head no, his words failing him. He knew he could’ve spoken in Korean but his throat was dry. Suddenly he couldn’t language anymore. He grabbed the water bottle in front of him, trying to help his dry throat as she got set up.

“So, sex dance huh?” she teased, smiling at him as she sat down in the chair across the table from him.

“Ah… you heard” Jaebum said. He could feel his cheeks burning at her words.

You idiot, of course she heard, everyone in the company heard about it.

Ren could tell he was flustered, so she let out a small laugh and waved her hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it so much, Jaebum. I can’t begin to tell you the sort of slip-ups I have when I speak in Korean. Besides, you sounded so tired that day, I’m sure that didn’t help”

“Still embarrassing” he confessed.

She smiled at him, “It’s okay, it was kinda cute”

Her phone rang, and she excused herself from him, turning around to pick up the phone. Jaebum sat there, wide-eyed, had Ren just called him cute? His heart was beating in his chest so loudly he was surprised no one else in the room heard it.

No, no, she must’ve meant that his fumbling was cute.

But even still, Jaebum could feel himself getting more and more flustered.

“Well, you know the rules. We’ll try speaking in english as much as possible. If there is a word that you aren't sure how to say, you can ask me and I’ll help you out” you said when you turned back around to face him after attending the call.

“Yes” Jaebum spoke out, his voice shaky.

Get yourself together, get yourself together; he kept chanting it to himself in his head. It wasn’t helping.

Half an hour into the lesson, a overly cheerful Jackson burst into the room, telling them about how his niece had recognised him over FaceTime. Jaebum was less than enthusiastic about this, but Ren found it extremely adorable. Everyone in the company knew that Jackson was putty in his niece’s little palms. She giggled at Jackson, asking him to tell her more, and Jaebum found himself automatically smiling. He could swear her laugh was the cutest thing he had ever heard.

When Jackson left, she were still smiling.

“He’s something special isn’t he?” she said turning back to Jaebum.

He couldn’t deny it, Jackson was a pretty special guy. Jaebum truly considered people who didn’t know Jackson as well as he did to be missing out in life. Jackson wasn’t just the person who could cheer him up on a gloomy day, but also someone he could trust with his life. And that was a difficult trait to find in people in his field of work. But in that moment, Jaebum’s heart sunk. What if she had feelings for Jackson?

He could very well not expect her to feel anything for him, because Jaebum hadn’t ever given her anything to like about him, but Jackson? He was such good friends with her, she knew so much more about him than she did about Jaebum. It worried him.

“He really is” Jaebum said, despite his feelings. He couldn’t refuse the truth now, could he?

In the half an hour that followed, she was the one doing more of the speaking than him and boy, was he glad. She told him they would go over whatever grammar he had previously done, basic verbs and such, initially and then they could move into the more complicated parts.

“Listen, I think it would be a really good idea for you to actually talk a little more in English. You’re obviously not entirely comfortable with it and the best way to get comfortable is to speak, despite what you may feel” Ren said once their lesson was officially over.

“I could try speaking English…to Mark?” he suggested.

“If you can get Mark to actually hold a conversation, then of course. If not, you know where to find me, even if it isn’t duration your lessons” Ren suggested back.

He couldn’t believe his ears for a second. Had Ren suggested they hang out outside of their lesson timings?

She is only trying to help, stop letting your mind run wild.

“Okay, thank you” Jaebum fumbled with his words again, thanking his lucky stars he didn’t say anything stupid this time.

Three weeks, and a handful of lessons later, Jaebum’s english had improved drastically, much to his own surprise. He hadn’t expected to get this comfortable with a language that always put him in an awkward place. The only problem, at this point, was that Jaebum itched to know more Ren.

He wanted to get to know how she got the scar on the inside of her wrist and the stories behind her tattoos. He wanted to know how she liked her coffee and what she did on weekends. He wanted to know what scared her and what she thought the meaning of life was. But he couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Even if he took her up on the offer of practising more English with her, its not as if he could just stroll up to her and ask her these deep, existential questions.

He decided to ask Ren if she wanted to get coffee with him anyway. He couldn’t keep acting like a teenager.

He found her sitting in her cozy office on the 1st floor, sipping on what Jaebum could only guess to be tea. Ren’s love for tea was known across the company office, and Jackson always brought home tea that Ren gave him, knowing his obsession with such things. But her love for coffee was equally well known. There was a running joke that Ren needed her caffeine more than she needed her oxygen.

Knocking on the door, he drew her away from the laptop in front of her. She looked up at him, her face lighting up when she saw him in the doorway.

“Jaebum” she smiled. “Hi”

He loved how his name rolled off her tongue, just hearing her call out to him made his heart flutter.

“Hi” Jaebum said, smiling shyly.

“Come, take a seat” she pointed to the one if front of her desk.

“I couldn’t get Mark to hold a conversation today” Jaebum said, knowing it was a lie. He hadn’t event tried talking to Mark today, but he wasn’t sure how else to begin their conversation.

Ren laughed, and Jaebum could feel his nervousness melt away. He’d made her laugh. His stomach erupted with butterflies at that thought.

“How have you been making him talk to you otherwise?” Ren questioned, curious about Jaebum’s secret.

“Its usually one word answers but at least I can speak in English” Jaebum confessed sheepishly, and Ren smiled at him.

“So you finally took up my offer huh? As a last resort?”

She was teasing him, it was so evident in her voice. Jaebum shook his head at her, still smiling.

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” he asked abruptly, slightly nervous wondering about her response.

“I’d love to…” she trailed off. “But I really need to finish up this report”

Jaebum felt his heart sink just a little, but he knew her work was important.

“Oh…okay. Then, I will see you tomorrow for the lesson?” he said, moving to get out of the chair he was sitting in without waiting for her reply.

“I didn’t say no, Jaebum. But how about you give me half an hour to finish this up, and then we can get coffee?” Ren suggested, and Jaebum’s eyes lit up at her response.

Ren could see it happening, how his demeanour changed from being a little defeated to his entire body lighting up. It was adorable to her. But then again, most of what Im Jaebum ever did, Ren found extremely cute. To say that she hadn't been harbouring a little crush on him ever since she had joined the company would be a lie. But he never came for any lessons, which made it awkward for her to talk to him.

She couldn’t just walk up to him and chat with him now could she? But here he was. Asking her out for coffee, her heart beating fast.

“Okay, I’ll wait at the coffee place nearby?”

“Okay”

Jaebum spent a while in the company office, going around to see how some of the trainees were doing, then made his way out of the office as discreetly as he could. He walked to the coffee place, a couple of fans following him, clicking photos and he was glad that the coffee shop had a strict policy about the privacy of those who came to drink coffee there since a lot of JYP idols and employees went there daily for their coffees.

He waited patiently, taking a seat in one of the discreet corners. Minutes passed, and Jaebum grew just a little nervous. She would be here any second, and he still didn’t know what he would talk about.

A couple of minutes later, a wild Ren was standing in the doorway of the coffee shop, looking around for Jaebum. When he saw her looking, he waived a hand at her, and Ren was quick to walk to him.

“I’m so sorry” she said. “I really had to finish that report and it look a little longer than I expected”

Jaebum hadn’t really noticed the time, he’d been too worried to notice that Ren was late.

“I didn’t realise you were late” he simply said, his mind already finding it hard to concentrate on the english he was speaking.

“Really? I’m like 15 minutes late. I’m so sorry” she said, wondering how he hadn’t noticed. Or maybe it was just her, she had a tendency to be punctual and being late didn’t come naturally to her. So it was odd when people didn't notice.

“You don’t have to apologise” Jaebum said.

“I hate being late though, so I’ll treat you to coffee today”

“Ah, no you don’t have to-”

“I do, or I will drive myself crazy for being late” she told him. It was the truth. She knew she was late, and therefore felt a need to compensate for it somehow.

After they ordered their coffee, and Ren paid for it, they were back to their table, waiting for their order.

“You’re…really difficult on yourself” Jaebum said, unsure of his vocabulary. “Is that the right phrase?” he questioned.

“Uh, its a little more natural to say you’re really hard on yourself…but difficult isn’t bad either” she said. “And yes…I’ve been told that a lot”

Ren started talking about this one pudgy cat that she saw sitting outside her apartment in the morning, and just like that, all anxiety disappeared from within Jaebum. He talked to her about his own cats, releasing soon that she was as enthusiastic about pets as he was.

“You know, I’ve loved pets since I was a little girl, but I was never allowed to have any growing up” Ren confessed, her demeanour changing suddenly. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, choosing to instead look down at her hands tracing the rim of her cup.

“Why?” Jaebum asked, unable to help himself. He didn’t want to push her, but his curiosity got the best of him.

She looked up at him, seeing his eyes wide with slightly shock and curiosity, and flashed him a small smile.

“Ah…my mother wasn’t a pet person. I grew up surrounded by puppies in my grandma’s house but, then I grew up, and we moved away. But we would go back often, so it was okay. And then I grew up even more, and going back to our hometown became rarer. But no matter what, my mother just refused to let me get a pet of my own”

Jaebum nodded, understanding. Ren told him about how it felt unfair to her as a child, but as she grew older she could see why. Not much unlike Jaebum, she grew up in a city that wasn’t where her extended family lived, with only her mom and dad. She was a single child like him. And while it got lonely sometimes, having a pet wasn’t an option while living in apartments. His own situation hadn’t been too different, and he’d told her as such.

“Well, you can share my cats if you like” Jaebum said, not really thinking about his words. But as soon as they left his mouth, he cursed himself. How could he have been so forward, so reckless?

But he was surprised to find Ren smiling at him.

“Don’t mind if I take you up on that offer”

And that is how Ren had ended up in his dorm room a couple of weeks later, on a fairly slow day at the office. Jaebum felt special, she hadn’t even come to their dorms with Jackson in all these years even when they were such good friends. But she came with him, albeit for his cats.

Nora had automatically taken a liking to her, much like Jaebum remembered having done. Jaebum looked her from his bed, sitting on the floor with Nora in her lap, while he cuddled with Kunta. There was no one else but them at the dorm, the boys had all gone out for lunch after their practice ended. Jaebum could imagine his future so easily, spending lazy afternoons with her like this. He knew he was letting his thoughts run wild, but it felt so natural to him.

Ren suddenly looked at him, catching him staring her; making heart eyes at her, if he was being honest.

She smiled, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. You uh..want to get some lunch?”

“I am hungry but I don’t wanna leave the cats”

Jaebum laughed, “You really are needy for pets aren’t you?”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he reached for his phone to order takeout.

That is how their friendship blossomed; with cat memes and constant takeout orders. Ren’s apartment had become a second home to Jaebum, he would find himself automatically walking towards her apartment whenever things got too much handle or when he had a particularly difficult time finding a place to sit and write lyrics. She gave him the passcode to her apartment, and many evenings Ren would return to her apartment with the food already going and Jaebum sitting on the kitchen counter surrounded by scattered papers.

Jaebum’s dorm became a safe space for Ren too; she would show up on his doorstep in her pyjamas, hair a mess and face swollen from crying in the wee hours when she was too anxious or too sad to sleep. Jaebum would let her in, no questions asked. She would work, or cuddle with the cats, and Jaebum would go to sleep besides her. Some nights she would sleep over in what used to Jackson’s room if sleep ever came, otherwise she would sit up in his room until daybreak.

Ren loved reading him poetry that she found in the vague corners of the internet and old book stores and Jaebum loved cooking for her, even going as far as learning to cook new things so she didn’t get bored of the same food.

His feelings for her only increased the deeper their friendship became, but he was too afraid of losing her to even try to tell her about how he felt. She wasn’t like the oxygen Jaebum needed to survive; because he could survive just fine without her. She was like coffee; she made waking up every morning facing life a much easier task. Ren helped him let loose, to let go of the strings he had been holding onto so tightly that he was hurting himself without realising.

This morning, Ren was still in bed. She had the day off, but she had had a bad night so as usual she’d shown up on his doorstep. Jaebum made coffee, wondering if he should actually wake her up before heading out to the studio. He had a day off in a long time, but he had been working on more songs for his solo work in any free time he got and today would be the same.

He made them both breakfast, keeping hers in the fridge before sitting down to eat his own. When he was done, he quickly changed out of his shorts and put on some comfortable clothes. He decided he would at least let her know that he was off to work before leaving.

Ren was curled up on the bed, and Jaebum found three equally sleepy cats scattered around the room along with her.

“So this is where they went when I woke them up in the morning” he whispered to himself.

He smiled at the sight before him. He could fit into this scene so well. Jaebum could see it in his head; Ren sleeping curled up around him, his cats lazing around their bed and their bedroom.

Their bedroom.

The very thought made butterflies erupt in Jaebum’s stomach. He shook his head, ridding himself of these wishful thinkings before he made his way to Ren. He shook her shoulders lightly, before calling out to her.

Ren whined at the interruption in her slumber, but Jaebum was persistent.

“Hey, Ren, I'm leaving for the studio okay?”

Ren nodded her head, but Jaebum didn’t really believe she heard (or understood) what he was saying.

“Ren” he shook her shoulders again. “I’m leaving for the studio and your breakfast is in the fridge”

“Okay” Ren responded, her voice laced with sleep.

Yeah, she definitely didn’t understand a word he’d said…not that he was mad. He could get used to a sleepy whiney Ren.

Ren woke up later that morning to something furry tickling her face. She opened her eyes to Kunta’s butt curled up right in her face. She laughed, this is exactly how she wanted to wake up; to a cat curled up next to her head. Dragging herself out of the bed, and made her way out. She found a note near the coffee pot, Jaebum knew her too well, which informed her that Jaebum had gone out to the studio and that there was breakfast kept in the fridge.

She ate the breakfast Jaebum had made for her in silence, going through all the notifications on her phone one by one. Just as she was done washing her dishes, she heard the door beep open. Thinking it was Jaebum, she didn’t pay much attention to it.

“You become friends with Jaebum, and suddenly I don’t even get a welcome hug anymore?”

That raspy, needy voice was too familiar to Ren. She turned around to find a pouty Jackson, his arms crossed to feign offence.

“Oh you dramatic little bitch, come here”

Jackson laughed, opening his arms and walking to Ren to hug her.

“How have you been my little gold fish?” Jackson asked.

Ren huffed in response, she hated his nickname for her but she also knew he would never stop calling her that.

“I’ve been good. I had a bad night, so I ran over here”

“You know…there used to be a time when you’d run to me” Jackson said, the teasing evident in his voice. “But I guess now that Ren has her Jaebum….I’m useless”

“My god, do you ever tire of being so dramatic?” Ren sassed. “Besides, Ren doesn’t have her Jaebum. We just…ended up becoming friends. You know how it is”

“Uh huh”

Jackson was still using that tone, and knowing Jackson, he wasn’t letting it go.

For the past month, his teasing had just increased. And Ren wondered if he actually knew about her crush on Jaebum. Thankfully though, he never did it around Jaebum. She was afraid of Jaebum’s reaction to Jackson’s teasing if she were to be honest. And when she was so afraid of that, she couldn't even begin to think about telling him her feelings.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked Jackson, trying to change the topic.

“I see what you’re doing there Ren, but I’ll let it pass” he said, smiling at her. “I am just picking up some of Youngjae’s stuff. He invited me over to his place today, and I thought I’d help him out by picking up a box or two”

Youngjae had very recently moved out, but he had done it in between their promotions so a lot of his stuff was still in boxes in what used to be his room. His bed was still there, along with some essential clothing items, just in case he ever slept over at the dorm. Jackson’s room was the same, in fact, Ren quite often borrowed Jackson’s t-shirts. Fun fact; she never really gave them back.

“What are you planning to do today?” Jackson asked her.

“Well..I was thinking I’ll visit Jaebum’s studio? He left in the morning after making me breakfast, so I was thinking I’ll take some lunch there for him”

“Made you breakfast huh?” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows at her, making Ren laugh.

“Stop it, don’t start again!”

Jackson left half an hour later, having caught up with Ren and whined about the lack of organic green tea at the dorm now that he had moved on. She had rolled her eyes at him, handing him a cup of coffee that Jaebum had brewed in the morning, telling him one cup of coffee wasn’t going to pollute his organic system.

Ren pondered for a while; should she leave and go to her apartment just for a shower or should she just borrow (actually borrow, and return later) one of Jaebum’s shirts and shower at the dorm? God knows if she borrowed any more shirts from Jackson’s pile they would run out and Jackson would murder her when he found no t-shirts to wear when he slept over at the dorm.

She decided on the later, going back to her place at this hour would mean she would only reach Jaebum’s studio after lunch.

Jaebum had been busy, realising upon listening to a particular song he had made a couple of weeks ago that he no longer liked how it had turned on, and decided to scarp that version all together and work on it again.

He hadn’t realised how much time had passed, and he almost didn’t notice his phone vibrating on the table next to him. It was from the reception, telling him that there was someone here to meet him.

Jaebum was confused. No one was supposed to visit him today, if it was any of the people he worked with, they’d have walked right in. For a moment he was worried if it was one of the boys or if they had gotten into trouble.

He made his way out to the reception area, walking in quick strides as he reached the reception desk. The lady pointed behind him when he asked who it was that was here to meet him.

Jaebum was taken by surprise as he saw Ren sitting on one of the waiting sofas, looking into her phone.

“Ren?” he said out loud as he walked to where she was sitting, making her look up at him.

Ren beamed at Jaebum when she saw him approaching her, getting up to give him a quick hug.

“I thought I’d swing by with some lunch” she said, holding up the takeout bag she had in her hand.

“Good thinking” Jaebum said, leading her inside.

Once inside, Jaebum noticed something that almost made his heart explode right out of his chest. Ren was wearing something awfully similar.

“Are you wearing my t-shirt?” Jaebum wondered out loud, stunned in the smack middle of his studio, as Ren laid out the food on the table at the back of the room.

As soon as the words left his mouth Jaebum cursed himself mentally. Who says shit like this!?

Ren turned around to face him, “Yes, actually. I hope you don’t mind. I took a shower at your dorm, making a trip back home would take way too long”

Jaebum’s mind went straight to that image; the one of Ren in the shower he used every day. Blame it on his overactive imagination but he could almost imagine her inside the translucent shower door they had.

“Jaebum? You don’t mind me borrowing your shirt, right?” Ren looked worried. Jaebum had been staring off into space, and suddenly Ren wasn’t so sure it was the right choice to not borrow another one of Jackson’s shirts.

“Uh, no, of course not, Ren. Why would you even need to ask me that?” Jaebum said, shaking the mental imagines out of brain and starting to help Ren with the food. “Besides, I’ve seen you borrowing Jackson’s shirts all the time, its good you borrowed mine this time”

Ren’s heart was in her throat; what did he mean that by that? Why was he glad she borrowed his shirt instead of Jackson’s? Should she even be thinking about his words in the current situation?

“Wait, I’ll get us some soda” Jaebum suddenly said, releasing that they didn’t have any in the room.

“Okay” Ren forced herself to say with an equally forced smile.

Jaebum walked out of the room as quick as he could without making it look obvious. That was way too close, he couldn’t believe that he had let that slip out of his mouth. He walked to one of the vending machines nearby, trying to calm himself down and figure out a way to find out if he had said too much.

However, to his surprise, when he walked back in, Ren was already stuffing her face. She looked…normal. She didn’t look like she was in a shock or that his words had had any effect on her at all.

“Sorry I started without you, I was really hungry” Ren said, her voice coming out muffled from all the food in her mouth.

“Its fine” he said, laughing at her quietly. Ren was adorable, and sometimes he wished she would stop being so adorable for just a second so he could get a hold of his heart.

He let out a breath of relief as he sat down next to her, keeping one can of the soda in front of her and another in front of him.

“How did you get that scar on your face?” Ren asked him out of the blue, taking him by surprise.

He smiled, remembering the awfully stupid memory of that scar.

“I got it when I was really little, I was 5 years old at the time I think, and I used to play with this 7 year old boy who had bought a bicycle. And he wanted me to sit behind him while he took a round of the park we used to play in. I was so scared, but I was too afraid of saying no to my cool older friend” he paused to laugh at himself, finding Ren mirroring his smile. “So I got on. And he didn’t even fully start peddling before I managed to move and make us both fall off the cycle”

He touched the faint scar of his cheek, “And that, is the story of how a scaredy cat got a scar that refuses to fade away”

“Wow, you really have a weaker heart than Jackson, don’t you?”

Jaebum huffed at this. He had a stronger heart than Jackson’s; perhaps just a little bit stronger but stronger nonetheless. Ren laughed at his reaction, but didn’t press further. Teasing him about this could wait for another time.

Once they finished eating, Ren offered to clean up the table while Jaebum threw the empty takeout boxes in the dustin bins outside. When Jaebum came back, he put on some music, and both of them jumped onto the couch; happy, bloated and melting onto the couch. Neither of them spoke for a while, both busy with their phones and just relaxing.

Silence was a big part of their friendship, as was personal space. As much as both of them liked being in each other’s presence, neither of them were the type to be all up in the other’s face. Jaebum liked that silences with her weren't uncomfortable.

Jaebum’s phone vibrated when Ren sent him yet another cat video, this time of a small kitten disturbing a dog. She’d written “you @ me” beneath it. She hadn’t even looked at him when she’d sent it, which was also a regular part of them hanging out together. Ren liked that she could just enjoy his company without having to physically speak up.

Ren looked at the three little dots appearing on her screen as Jaebum typed; he let out a small laugh as he hit send.

You only wish you were as big as that dog

Jaebum loved teasing Ren about how small she was, and Ren hated his guts for it.

In response to his text, Ren scoffed as she sent him a picture of his own face, one of the many reaction memes he had provided his fans with.

After a while, Jaebum suddenly spoke up.

“Hey Ren, I had these lyrics I wrote. But uh, they’re in english. Do you mind looking them over for me once?” Jaebum asked, his heart beating fast in his chest.

He wasn’t one to have a big ego about asking for help. But this was Ren. And it was a song that he’d written with her in mind. His worry was not about her realising it was about her (or at least he hoped she wouldn’t) but more so about what he had written. According to Jaebum, getting judged on your writing skills in a foreign language by a girl you liked was the worst thing ever.

“Of course not, gimme” Ren said, straight up a little.

Jaebum moved towards his mixing console, where a stack of paper was neatly kept together with a couple of notebooks Ren knew he wrote in. He looked through them until he found the one he was looking for, before making his way back to the couch and handing the sheet to Ren.

He was tense and he was sure Ren could see it in his body, but how could he not be? This felt worse than JYP listening to his compositions.

Ren read through the lyrics, looking up at Jaebum mid-way through when she found a little error.

“There’s a grammar error here, do you want me to fix it?” she asked him.

He nodded, moving to hand her a pen that kept in his bag.

“And Jaebum, stop looking so worried. It’s looks like I’m your teacher grading your essay” Ren said, trying to make light of the situation. But Jaebum didn’t budge, he gave her a tight smile but that was it.

“You’re a really talented lyricists, Jaebum. And an equally talented composer and a musician in general. Have a little more faith in yourself. And this” Ren said, pointing down at the lyrics “This is really good so far”

“Really?” Jaebum asked, his voice small and quiet, as if he didn’t fully believe her.

“Yes, really. Cross my heart and hope to die” Ren said.

“What does that mean?”

Jaebum was confused at the peculiar sentence Ren had said. This wasn’t in his lessons.

Ren laughed at his confused face, it was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen him do.

“It’s an expression. Like a way to say that if I’m lying about something and then I’ll die”

“That’s a horrible expression” Jaebum said, shaking his head, his lips pouting ever so slightly.

“My god, stop, you look like a pouty baby, let me concentrate on reading” Ren said, unable to stop herself.

“Well, that wasn’t in the lessons!” Jaebum defended, causing Ren to laugh harder.

Jaebum shrugged in response, and Ren got back to reading.

Ren corrected whatever little grammar wasn’t right, letting his words stay unchanged as much as she could. If she felt like a word was out of place, she would ask him to explain to her what he wanted to say in korean, and suggest a better word for it. If it worked with the flow, it worked; otherwise they let it stay the same.

It was late in the evening when Ren headed back home, and Jaebum had renewed inspiration to finish the song he had been working on before Ren had visited him.

Ren was in the cab, already on her way home, when Jackson called her.

“Squirtle boy! What’s up?”

“Are you finally home from meeting your one true love?” Jackson asked, his voice had the same teasing tone as it did in the morning.

Ren huffed loud enough for Jackson to hear it before replying, “I’m on my way back home, why?”

“Nothing special, I just wanted to hang out. We haven’t done that in so long”

“I’ll be home in half an hour, you wanna come over?” she asked, unsuspecting.

“I’ll be there in like an hour with some dinner”

“Even better”

With that Jackson had hung up. Ren had taken the time to take another shower, and getting into a comfortable pair of pyjamas. And as promised, Jackson had showed up a little over an hour with dinner.

“If you had picked up a healthy meal, I would have kicked you out” Ren said as she saw the pizza.

Jackson giggled at her, “You love me too much to do that goldfish”

Half an hour later, for the second time in the day, Ren sat bloated on a couch.

“Jackson I don't think I can ever move from here”

“Me neither. I think I��ll grow old here, I won’t even get to see my grandkids grow up”

“You won’t have any grandkids dummy”

“Who says I won’t?” Jackson turned his head slightly towards her, wiggling her eyebrows at her.

Ren kicked his thighs lightly, “Yuck”

“Ah, of course, I’m in the yuck category now that you’re so in love with Jaebum”

“Ugh, shut up. I’m not in love with him” Ren defended herself.

“You shut up” Jackson said, straightening up on the couch, and for a moment Ren thought she had actually offended him. “Everyone in the entire world knows that you two like each other, except for the two of you”

Now it was Ren’s turn to straighten up, and turn to sit facing him.

“That is crazy talk, Jackson-” she begun, but was quickly cut off by Jackson.

“No, it is not. Jaebum hyung likes you, he has liked you since you first showed up to take notes during our english lessons” Jackson said.

Ren sat stunned, unable to let his words sink in.

“And my god, does that man think he is so good at hiding his feelings for you. He is, in fact, terrible at hiding it. He practically drools whenever you are around, it’s painful to watch”

Ren still said nothing, and Jackson continued on.

“And you, my dear Ren, are the only one he actually fools. The one person who he should not be able to fool, he does. Come on, tell me you have at least sometimes noticed how different he is around you”

“I-I just never thought that it could be because of this…wait why are you telling me this?”

“Because clearly the two of you will not do jackshit about your feelings and the rest of us are tired of seeing you two pining over each other”

“Jackson?”

“Yes?”

“Has he really liked me that long?”

“Yes! My god, Ren, you should’ve seen him trying to act like he wasn’t one hundred percent clueless about what we were taught in that lesson”

In the months that followed that night, Ren tried her best to slyly drop hints at Jaebum. But as it turns out, Jaebum was just as thick as her when it came to reading such subtleties.

She didn’t exactly know what to do in this situation. When Jackson had left, she had told herself that she would drop these hints at him, and if he did want to act on his feelings then he would. But when he didn’t, there was a small part of Ren that wondered if he even wanted to act on his feelings for her or not. Moreover, she was in a limbo. She hadn’t thought of what she would do if he didn’t realise.

It was a Sunday afternoon when she was over at the dorms, mostly to cuddle with his cats. Kunta was with Ren, Nora was mid-nap while Odd was next to Jaebum. Ren was talking about this anime that she had recently seen, and how she couldn’t get it out of her head.

Jaebum had been with her initially, but the more she talked, the more he got lost in her. She was wearing a red hoodie that she had borrowed from Jaebum and never really given back. She looked so adorable that Jaebum could’ve melted right there.

Anyone who knew Ren knew that she had a liking for darker colours. Anyone who knew Jaebum would say the same. But Ren had chosen to wear that bright red hoodie, her body was lost in it, and all she made him want to do was cuddle her.

Suddenly Ren stopped talking, noticing the lack of response and questions from Jaebum, and looked right at him.

Jaebum felt like he was having a deja vu, only he knew something very similar had happened almost a year ago. He had been caught making heart-eyes at her again.

Ren saw him looking at her and for once she could pin-point it. He looked lost in her. And she couldn’t stop her words.

“So, when are you going to finally ask me out?” she asked, hoping and praying to whichever god existed in the universe that she hadn’t been too forward.

Jaebum was shocked, to say the least. He was being called out on his feelings, and it wasn’t in a negative way. At least it didn’t sound negative to him.

“I..uh…-”

“I mean, I’ve been pretty forward with the hint dropping” Ren rambled, her nerves getting the best of her. “And you obviously feel the same way, or at least I hope you do and Jackson didn’t actually lie to me about that”

“Wait, Jackson told you? And what hint dropping?” Jaebum was surprised, suddenly he didn’t feel nervous or anxious, because Ren was right there and she liked him. If he wasn't so giddy about that realisation, he would’ve wanted to kill Jackson.

“I made you coffee for almost a year in the office….I even gave you my favourite mug!” Ren defended. “And let’s not forget, I brought you food during practice. So many times!”

“I always thought that was for Jackson though!”

“I was hanging out with you every free hour I ever got and you thought it was for Jackson?” Ren questioned.

“That was not a hint enough, Ren”

“Its more of a hint than you ever dropped” Ren huffed at him. “If it wasn’t for Jackson telling me, I wouldn’t even have found out”

“Okay, fair enough”

Ren kept looking at him, eyes narrowed. She couldn’t believe he still wouldn’t ask her out.

“I swear Im Jaebum if I have to ask you to ask me out one more time I will make Nora, Odd and Kunta disown you and go on a date with them and Bambam instead”

Jaebum laughed, eyes squeezing shut, his teeth visible. He could’ve kissed her in that moment, the way she was almost pouting at him. Seeing him laugh like that melted her heart, only if just a little.

“Yah I am not kidding”

Jaebum got up from his bed, Odd having long lost interest in Jaebum once he had stopped petting him.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Jaebum asked, sitting down besides her on the floor, still shy about actually asking her out.

Ren rolled her eyes at him.

“And why would I do that?” she asked.

“I did what you asked, and now you’re asking me that?” Jaebum said, shaking his head.

“Yes. I want you to say it”

“Say what?”

“You know what, Im Jaebum”

“I like you, will you go out with me?” Jaebum said, leaning in for a quick kiss to her cheek, making Ren smile.

Just as she was about to reply, they were disturbed by a loud noise.

“EEEWWWWW!” Bambam and Yugyeom exclaimed in union from the doorway of Jaebum’s bedroom.

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