#i can't believe the first draft is finished 😭😭😭

[like-the-rest-of-la]

Seven Sentence Sunday

@rewritetheending @spotsandsocks and @homerforsure tagged me - thank you so muuuuch!!! 💖💖 I can't believe I get to say this but I have finished the first draft of the plant nursery fic - 19556 words 😭😭😭 it's been 84 years...

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles at his son. His heart aches a bit, but it’s from happiness.

“I’m also kind of excited,” he confesses. “It’s been a while since I really liked someone. And... I want to ask him out on a date but I’m pretty nervous about that, too. So, I guess I’ve been making pancakes to distract myself.”

“Mmh,” Christopher muses, “You could just say: Hey, do you want to go on a date with me? Worked for Jake when he asked out Molly last month.”

At that, Eddie has to laugh. His eyes find the four plants on his window sill again.

“I wish it was so simple, bud.”

I'm gonna tag @theladyyavilee @buckactuallys and @nymika-arts 💖💖

[lecsainz]

BEEN MINE

request: that one where you and charles have been friends since childhood and end up together

pairings: charles leclerc x friend!f1driver!reader

authors note: It was a request from a while ago, and it was in my drafts, so I decided to finish it, but I couldn't find the request box 😭

✩. . . masterlist !

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yourinstagram week of tests and a bit of my veryyyy boring holidays for you guys.

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ynismylife can't wait to see you racing this season

danielricciardo gonna kick some butts, girl!

⤷ yourinstagram I'll kick yours, danny!

⤷ danielricciardo oh, don't even

tswift the best of the grid

yourmom so proud of you my little baby

⤷ yourinstagram love you ❤️

⤷ landonorris “little baby” 😂

⤷ yourinstagram shut up, head square

landonorris still can't believe you ditched me to team up with max.

⤷ yourinstagram what can I say, lando, I love energy drinks! 😝

⤷ landonorris just smuggle some to my garage, we're good

⤷ yourinstagram deal!

⤷ landonorris 🤝

mcslaren her in the RBR uniform is gonna be the death of me.

⤷ monzaaaaa she must look smoking hot

charles_leclerc see you on the track, Y/N/N

⤷ yourinstagram ready to eat dust, leclerc?

⤷ charles_leclerc I never, but you...

⤷ yourinstagram we'll see, charles, we'll see.

redbullracing check out our new driver! we're thrilled to have you on the team, Y/N!

f1girly SHE IS SO MY WIFE

⤷ ynmine no she is MINE

maxverstappen1 can't wait to go for a run together, mate!

⤷ yourinstagram same here max.

⤷ 44hamiton not max calling her a mate 😭

yourinstagram - 4hrs ago

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yourinstagram definitely wasn't my best race, but hey, I made it to the podium! yeah, I'm gonna copy my grid mates, a.k.a. lando and daniel, and post more random pics. nah, I'm never making an insta for this; I always forget the password I set.

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charles_leclerc y/n, you gotta be kidding me with this pic!

⤷ yourinstagram but it's your bestie's best shot!

⤷ charles_leclerc I hate you, stinker

⤷ yourinstagram you're the stinker, percival

vsttapen RBR on 🔝!

landonorris since when do you remember anything?

⤷ yourinstagram lando, I just forgot your birthday, no biggie

⤷ landonorris NO BIGGIE????

foryn I'm just loving Y/N's era in red bull

yourbestie miss you 😢

⤷ yourinstagram me too sweetheart 😭

charles_leclerc since when do you root for the lakers, muffin?

⤷ yourinstagram always have.

⤷ charles_leclerc not gonna comment

⤷ yourinstagram boring 😑

danielricciardo when? where? and why did you take this pic of me?

⤷ yourinstagram I've got way more where that came from, danny.

⤷ danielricciardo y/n, you're scaring me

ferrariclub Y/N dropping a bunch of memes for us was just what I needed

lewishamilton we gotta set up a playdate for roscoe and [your dog name]

⤷ yourinstagram OMG! we need that, lew.

sebastianvettel you had an awesome race, kiddo!

⤷ yourinstagram thanks, seb ❤️

lecciardo we need posts like this every week!

maxverstappen1 should've posted a pic of us on the podium, mate.

⤷ yourinstagram couldn't find any good ones 😭

⤷ maxverstappen1 what do you mean?

⤷ yourinstagram charles_leclerc was photobombing like crazy.

⤷ charles_leclerc why am I still your friend?

⤷ yourinstagram cause you love me.

⤷ landonorris friend?

⤷ yourinstagram yeah, just a friend, lando!

ynandcharles I'm dying from this comment thread.

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charles_leclerc you are the best thing that's ever been mine

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yourinstagram and every time I look at you, it's like the first time

ynfirst the caption 😭😭😭

landonorris finally, you guys spilled the beans, I couldn't hold onto this anymore.

⤷ yourinstagram the first time you kept a secret!

⤷ danielricciardo HOW DID LANDO KNOW AND I DIDN'T

⤷ landonorris DON'T WANNA KNOW, DANIEL (I accidentally caught them both in the act, traumatized to this day 🤮)

f1gossip I TOLD YOU!!!!

carlossainz55 can I be the wedding godfather, lovebirds?

⤷ yourinstagram of course!

⤷ charles_leclerc yes!

⤷ landonorris can I be too?

⤷ yourinstagram NO

sainzmyluv my folks

arthur_leclerc congrats! and officially welcome to the leclerc family, yourinstagram

⤷ yourinstagram thanks arth ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc you seemed more hyped when we told you

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh cmon I am the fan number 1 of yncharles!

hrryswif them being a swiftie couple >>>>>

maxverstappen1 I couldn't stand Y/N talking about charles all day, and now it's going to be even worse.

⤷ yourinstagram MAX! I don't talk about him all the time

⤷ maxverstappen1 YES, YOU DO.

lorenzotl Y/N dating the rival, christian won't like that very much...

⤷ yourinstagram I'm going to steal ferrari's strategies 😎

⤷ charles_leclerc I knew there was something behind it

⤷ yourinstagram LOVE, WAIT, I CAN EXPLAIN!

yourmom pascal and I always knew you two would end up together

⤷ pascal_leclerc we'll have to rethink our plans for their wedding.

⤷ yourinstagram oh no

⤷ charles_leclerc MOM, WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED DATING PROPERLY YET.

⤷ pascal_leclerc it's never too early to have everything planned, dear

yourbestie yourinstagram, you sneaky! why didn't you tell me, but you make a HOT couple

⤷ yourinstagram calling you now, bitch

[aangelinakii]

DATING BRUCE WAYNE.

note : this has been in my drafts for AGES and i finished it in like 5 mins enjoy hopefully !!

genuinely will get you anything you want

but he may get a bit insecure or shy about his wealth, because he may think you're in it just for the money

and, well, he's known for just having meaningless flings with supermodels who were just in it for the money

you may think he was just going to be like that with you too, like just a flip and dip 💀 even if you didn't actually flip at all

so he'll try find ways to prove his kindness and affection

may struggle with words of affirmation, but he's trying !!

he'll probably even ask his kids for advice

because he's a dad

he's struggling to settle down

bruce wayne is batman, but he is adamant on not opening up about that too soon, but he's just so.. secretive

at some point you begin to think he's cheating

so he has to reveal it, for the sake of your relationship, and he really cares about that

he invites you round for dinner at the manor, feeling nervous ??? becquse wtf since when did bruce wayne ever feel nervous ??? ever ???? hoping to tell you the truth

obviously it isn't like you believed him at first

hello ?? this guy is NOT batman like..

but he brings you down into the cave and well

once the whole batman thing is out the way, and you both devise a way to be able to spend time together, like what best works for your schedules

it actually becomes easier ?

film nights, him coming round yours and you cook him dinner

he enjoys being taught how to cook

i think although he can make some things, he actually relies more on his kids and alfred and dory to cook 😭😭

but it creates for fun bonding experiences and him almost burning down your home a couple times but it's okay you laurv him

getting to know his family and friends

if you and bruce ever get married, dick WILL call you mum/dad as well and you almost cry every time

having to be taught (if you dont' already know how) to patch bruce up during times he can't do it himself

trust is truly so important to bruce, so once he trusts you, believe me that man is never letting you go

you are his person

[mgnifique-tion]

— worlds apart.

summary || ``sometimes, genuine love isn’t enough for two to let things stay the same.``

pairing: 2012-2013!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: love you with all my heart – crush lowercase is intended… » part 1 | part 2

— themes and warning/s: angst yet slightly happy ending (?) somewhere in the middle, forbidden love, thorki happy ending (brotherly,, i can't believe i have to put brotherly in this one)

— a/n: finally, the last part is finished! this took me a while to post bc haha, i graduated and got a job (GOAT fr) 🎓 and idk, i'm not really awesome w the time management (un-GOATified) and i also wasn't happy with my first draft of this so i had to write a whole new second half 😭 but ig if you guys want the other - much happier ending, you can boost this up to 20 reblogs (that would be very great!! thx!! 🤘) and i'll post it right away bc it's already written anyway!!

— edit: check out the song rec,,, it’s magnificent. idk what koreans ate to make good OST 😭 + there's a noticeable timeskip from when loki returned to asgard and his imprisonment there + it was also before frigga's passing :(

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loki left...

but at what cost?

now, you were standing in front of him while he was locked away in the cell provided by s.h.i.e.l.d. and he glared at you coldly, just like how he looked at you the first time. but right now, loki’s mind couldn’t unwrap around the fact that you had turned him in… or at least, that’s what he thought happened since he’s known betrayal far worse than everyone else, not even thor.

“loki.” you placed your palm against the glass as he looked away, a frown plastered over his face as a scowl escaped his lips. he really thought you were set apart from all the humans who were terrified of him, the humans who had surrounded him, and the humans who fired weapons stronger than bullets at him.

but in the end, you were still human… and he hated it badly. “you betrayed me,” loki spoke out, “... you don’t know the extent of your power, do you?”

and those first three words he uttered broke you. how could he think you betrayed him? for god’s sake, you’ve kissed him without thinking twice! you’ve followed his rules without complaining! you’ve eaten a midnight meal with him on the top of a mountain and talked to him about the little girl you failed to save… your little sister.

why on earth would he think that you, out of all people, have turned into a traitor?

“loki,” you said his name once more but in a softer manner, “look, you’re not seeing this right. i would never turn you in–”

“i am seeing it clearly.” he grunted, still not looking at you. he couldn’t dare to look at you after that godforsaken kiss; so heavenly to feel but so hellish to remember. “y/n, i–,” he had to cut himself off, knowing that he’s just called you by your name. the name that every friend would address you by. the name that would remind him that there was this closeness between both of you at one point.

for a short amount of time, he’d want to spend more with you but the universe had told him it was too big of a risk. “... i shouldn’t have set you free… i never expected you to be in front of me right now,” he solemnly whispered, now knowing the consequences of falling for a human. after all, how unethical would it be for a god to fall for some earthly creature? 

he found you beautiful in so many ways that he just couldn’t let himself not feel your lips, his mind overly consumed by the imagination of just taking you, claiming his place in you, and turning you as the right hand to his throne.

having you by his side; that was his fantasy. an everlasting one. 

and this fueled his rage even more against his older brother, who could love a human while he had to be kept in this cage, desperately reaching his hands out to you while the windows shielded you from him as if he was some beast; only allowed to watch but never touch. “you’re mine!” he growled loudly, now staring into your eyes while his fist banged against the glass, making you flinch. “... you were supposed to be mine.” 

as selfish and ridiculous as he may have sounded, saying those words broke him. it shattered him. the truth will always shatter the wall of lies he’s made for himself.

when you thought this situation couldn’t get any worse, you heard thundering footsteps from behind, almost as if it was approaching you. on the other side of the glass, loki’s eyes darkened, a familiar smirk creeping up his face like he’s worn a mask. “... so, you’ve taken l/n away from me as well? how generous.” the god of mischief’s voice was mixed with bitterness and disguised wrath as you turned around and saw the storm’s mighty warrior. 

“listen, brother,” thor called his name with a hint of hope, “that doctor did not turn you in, they just wanted to pay you a visit.”

of course loki didn’t believe him. in fact, loki couldn't; the god of mischief had been lied to many times before he turned his back against those same liars. “if they hadn’t turn me in, then why am i here? why are they not with me? why are they standing next to you outside of this room!?” jealousy seeped into the cracks of his mask, the reality of his emotions destroying himself.

he couldn’t bear seeing his brother standing next to you. “because you’re a criminal,” you spoke up, breaking the silence after loki just shouted at thor’s face. taking another step closer to the glass, you stated, “loki, you’ve taken me hostage and you kissed me–”

“no, you kissed me,” loki claimed.

“because you told me to!” you clarified.

“and you desired it.” he insisted.

while both of you fought, thor stood right beside you with a rather awkward stance, forced to listen to his younger, fucked in the head brother express how much he wanted you to be his. needless to say, it was an unpleasant discussion to witness all in real-time. “enough!” roared the mighty god of thunder, catching both of your attention at the speed of lightning.

but the argument didn’t stop there. “you tell me that i left an effect on you but you’re so full of yourself that you wouldn’t let this go.” and anger found you at that moment, showing loki all the consequences of his actions; what world domination led him to. 

“... my god, loki,” you uttered hopelessly, “you know you don’t have to do this. it never had to be like this.”

in those hours you’ve been around him, you knew that you weren’t the only one controlled by such power. his every move had to be right – had to make the plan progress or else, all things fail and by now, you’ve already noticed that loki so despised it.

loki so desperately didn’t want to bring the whole order down.

“please, your brother is willing to give us a chance–”

“if this is an attempt to persuade me to stop, you’re not doing so well at all.”

of course loki wasn’t quite fond on hearing about what his brother thought about the two of you. he couldn’t care less about him anymore; whether he truly wanted it or not, the plan will push through. 

this world will be molded in his hands and his horns will be everyone’s crucifix. 

so, you tried one more time. “... you already have power over me,” you admitted, your voice trembling in shame and pride. thor, who now stood behind you, couldn’t bear listening to this but he couldn’t help but think that his brother was turning you down over his ruling despite needing clarity that all he needed was love. “is that not enough?”

and there was coldness after the fire, filling in the entire room as you waited. there wasn’t enough patience for loki anymore but you kept on holding on because you had to. if this was the only way you could persuade him to stop all of this, then you had to do it.

if you couldn’t save her before, maybe you could save the people she’s left behind.

but there was no response as the alarms had gone off. agents from around the area had already told the rest of the avengers that dr. banner had turned into the emerald beast and you just had to be kept away from loki’s cell to prevent further damage yet what they didn’t know was that loki had given you a promise: that not even a finger from him would leave a bruise on your skin.

a promise that he continued to stand by even if it’s too late.

“forgive me, doctor.” he closed his eyes for a moment, letting his sorrow sink deeper into his hardened heart. soon, his irises stared into his open palm, determination floating above his guilt. 

“but this can’t be stopped.”

not even an hour later, his cell opened and chaos ensued in the rest of manhattan. creatures from other worlds led, buildings – new and old – fell, and the six were united and formed to defend the planet while the people genuinely thought that the end of the world had come for them; all because of the god with that damn scepter.

unfortunately, he ended up receiving a sentence from his father.

“you have a visitor.” the gentle voice of the woman who stood next to you called onto him. the god was facing away from the window, which exposed him to the other prisoners. those who have been imprisoned just like him no longer treated him with respect; after all, how could the son of odin do such a thing?

yet that was the entire problem: he was not odin’s son. not anymore. “a visitor?” he laughed at the idea of it, believing that no one would dare to visit him at this point. even for him, it was a surprise that his mother was doing that exact thing now after everything that happened.

he never meant to make it this far.

all he wanted was to end his pain but in return, he brought it to everyone.

“and who would that be, mother?”

“... a friend of yours. from midgard.”

the moment that damned planet was mentioned, he lifted his head from the floor, slowly turning around. his pupils dilated at the sight of you standing next to his mother as hundreds of questions broke into his mind. but one question remained unanswered: how on earth did you reach asgard?

“... you.” his gaze, voice, and demeanor softened. the idea of you visiting him in an outer space prison was weakening his cold heart on the spot. 

his mother stared at her son before shifting her gaze at you, giving you a small nod. “i’ll leave you both alone. thank you for visiting him…” she thanked you, taking the steps further away from you, the glass, and her imprisoned son after you returned her with a smile. it was the first time in months that loki had actually looked at someone with vulnerability showing in every crevice of his whole being.

carefully, you went up the short steps of the stairs in front of the glass, walking closer to him as you watched him do the same. “... your brother allowed me to pay you a visit,” you spoke, earning yet another one of those sarcastic laughs he always had. 

“oh, i don’t believe you,” he stated blatantly, “thor would never allow such a thing–”

“it was because he found me crying… about you.” you interrupted him, which silenced him right away. after his sentence had been announced around the headquarters, it felt as if a piece of your heart went missing, a void just forming right there. you never planned to visit him; what he did to manhattan was horrible, the entire world could’ve been put at stake if the black order continued.

but thor insisted after hearing you cry alone in your respective office.

“... well.” he shrugged, chuckling at the thought of it. “it’s unsurprising that he wanted you to see me like this,” he expressed as he looked at how much of a mess he was already, his palms resting against each other before placing them both behind his back. “... was it to embarrass me? in front of you?”

you shook your head and told him sternly, “no.”

he was yet taken aback once more, tilting his head to the side in confusion. he’s always believed his brother would only allow things to interact with him if it’ll shame him to the fullest. shame him for all the things he’s done. all the harm he’s caused.

“are you…” he paused, his throat drying up in anxiety. “... are you ashamed of me?”

it was rare for the god to ever ask someone that question. loki’s already made up his mind: he’s unloved, uncared for. a cunning, manipulative being who played with his subjects, leaving no room for regret in his heart.

but for the first time, he felt afraid of what you felt about him.

because all he wanted to be was to be next to you. to feel you. 

to hold the soft palms of your hands in his and never let them go ever again.

and again, you shook your head and placed your palm over the glass. “i could never be ashamed of you even if i wanted to,” you responded softly as loki’s breath hitched. “... but the things you did– they are… just… wrong...” you didn’t dare to say more as you watched how despair filled his gaze, his approaching hand further away from the glass as if he couldn’t see himself being with you. loki, in this very moment, was forced to swallow and embrace the truth – that the idea of you and him will always remain an idea because of what he did.

so, you’ve lowered your palm, too.

loki turned his back and walked away, his mind taken over by regret. if only he had met you differently, things wouldn’t have been like this. if only he hadn’t been so angry at his known family for keeping such a secret from him, you would’ve been his. if only things had been different, you could’ve been in his embrace right at this very moment.

but he knew that none of those would matter. “you should go.” the god denied himself of this privilege, which was something you didn’t want as you shook your head. you swore to never leave him; not in this state at least.

“and please,” he begged breathlessly as he kept his head down. “... live happily for me.” 

and the entire hall fell silent again. even the others seemed tense, listening to the words exchanged by both you and the god. 

“but i want to stay… i still love you.” those were the only words that could come out of your mouth at the moment, protesting hopelessly. 

“... it’s too late.” his voice trembled at the mention of it and before you could say anything back, his brother entered, catching your attention. with a single nod from him, you knew that it was best to follow the avenger instead of staying longer. after all, you were not part of their world… and neither should loki be a part of yours.

the god’s gaze lingered on you as the moment you were gone, he closed his eyes shut for a while until he realized that thor watched him. “what? are you glad that this happened? glad that i pushed them away for them to be finally free from this? for them to be happy?” loki snapped, scoffing at his brother’s observant glare. in response, thor just sighed deeply, slightly leaning against the glass.

“you do truly love them… if you want, i'll watch them for you. i’ve never expected you to love a human since you weren’t fond of the idea.” it took loki a long pause before he knew that his older brother really was willing to protect you from danger as long as he’s in prison because somehow, they both knew that he’ll escape someday. 

and for the first time, his lips curled into a tiny smile. “thank you… brother.”

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: We all know about Dragon! Kirishima.... But what about Dragon Slayer! Kirishima? With that thought in mind, I present you with this:)

(Inspired by this from cookiecosplayers on tiktok)

(I have a confession... this was supposed to have smut, but it's just been sitting in my drafts for 4 months... since I can't find the flow to the nsfw, you guys get this unfinished and un-beta'd fic. Maybe I'll finish it some day🤷‍♀️😭)

Word Count: Good question

Summary- While sitting in a shady pub, you encounter a very intriguing stranger

Warnings: None

Age Rating: None

Dragon Slayer! Kirishima x Fem! Reader

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You're sipping on a pint of stale mead when he slips into the booth across from you, interrupting your self-imposed pity party. The stranger glances around the pub, taking in the drunks and thugs with an unreadable expression before looking back to you.

"This isn't a place for pretty little things like yourself." His voice is gruffer than you'd assume from looking at him, though not unpleasant. In fact, the entirety of your sudden companion is more pleasant than you were getting used to seeing from your table.

His rogue leather armor -just a chest plate and cuffs, really-, and weaponry the only things pointing to his belonging. Armed with a claymore and various daggers, he certainly makes an imposing figure. From first glance, you'd say he's probably some type of mercenary. 'Murder for hire,' your mind unhelpfully supplies.

He's tall with bright red hair that's pulled off his face with a thick leather cord, broad shoulders and thick, veiny forearms. His face is deceptively soft, his right eye sporting a singular scar spanning from his eyebrow to the top of his cheekbone. His bright red eyes bore into you with an intensity that has the hair on the back of your neck stand on edge.

Any attraction you may have felt for him goes out the window at his choice of words, though. His condescending tone making you bristle in your seat.

Your eyebrows furrow as you glare at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, honey. You belong in a pretty little dress with pretty little flowers, not here with a bunch of lowlifes." He crosses his arms, and leans against the back of the booth, and regards you with a neutral expression. "Before you bite my head off: I'm just tryna look out for ya. You don't belong in a place like this, darlin'."

"And how do you know where I belong?" You snark, arms crossing as you continue to glare at the man in front of you.

"I just do..." He jabs a thumb at the rowdy patrons, "A little girl like you shouldn't be spending her time with these... creeps. This place is a cesspool of drunks, thugs, and low lives."

"If it's so bad, why are you here? Associating yourself with such bad people?"

A wolfish smile spreads across his face as he leans forward, resting his arms on the table. The faint lighting casting his eyes in an almost scary light. "Considering I'm one of the King's big, bad dragon slayers, I'd say I fit in here quite well..."

He grabs your pint and drinks from it. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Hey- You know what? Never mind, keep it," You're quickly realizing that arguing with this strange man is a losing battle. The distraction of his drink-stealing makes it take you a second to process his words, "Wait- Dragon slayer?"

You eye him for a second, not quite believing him. He may look strong and have the weapons, but he doesn't quite fit how the stories describe the King's most hardened warriors. You have to say, he doesn't look like he could take on such beasts.

Not the massive, armored creatures you've been warned about since you were a kid, anyway. With skin tougher than diamond, teeth shaper than the best blacksmiths' steel and claws longer than your forearm. You've been told even the smallest ones stand above even the tallest of men.

"No offense but you don't look like a dragon slayer."

He quirks an eyebrow at you. "And how am I s'posed to look, sweetie?"

Your face heats at the veiled accusation. "I dunno... Bigger, nastier. I've heard the dragon slayers are all filthy brutes that even the king cannot convince to be more civilized."

He smirks, briefly looking you up and down before leaning against the booth again, arm thrown over it as he manspreads.

"So, you don't think I'm a big, nasty brute?" He teases.

Your back straightens as you prepare to squawk out a defense only to be cut off as he laughs. "Calm down, sweetheart. I'm just playin with ya." He takes another swing from the stolen mead.

The man sets his -your- pint down to unhook his chest plate and pull his jacket aside, revealing a multitude of burn marks and various other scars. "How this for a brute?"

Your eyes widen at the suddenly exposed skin, any disbelief at his claim squashed with a single look at his marred skin. A small gasp leaves your parted lips at the way the pink flesh and silvery scratches and bites make his torso look almost like stained glass. Definitely the scars you've been told stories about.

Before you can stop yourself, you're asking, "What happened there?" As you point to a fairly large burn scar on the left side of his chest.

"That... was from a Firefury. The fucker's fire blasted me square in the chest. Burned straight through my armor like it was kindling." A smug smirk appears as he finishes, "Still managed to take him down, though..."

Any annoyance you held from his snide nicknames and earlier behavior is thrown out the window at the prospect of hearing about the dragons that plague your kingdom from someone who has actually been up close and personal with them. You can deal with his insufferable pet names in favor of firsthand stories.

He fixes his jacket in favor of rolling his left sleeve up to reveal a patch of slightly raised flesh molted with reds and purples. "This one, as you can probably guess, was from a Blue Terror."

You shift to the edge of your seat to get a better look. The noise of the other pub goers fades as you listen to the stranger's story.

"What did it do?" You look at his face only to find him already looking at you, a small smile gracing his lips unlike his previous smug expressions. You look back to the scarred skin to avoid eye contact.

Wondering what the skin feels like after such an injury, you start to reach for his arm before stopping yourself. You may be interested in the stranger now, but you'll be damned if you make a fool of yourself like that.

Seeing your intrigue, he gestures at you that it's okay to touch his arm as he speaks. "She got a lucky hit in; turned my forearm into what felt like a block of ice."

Apart from a few dry, scaley patches along the edge of the mark, the skin feels surprisingly smooth if not a bit tight.

"It lost some feeling after that and if it gets hit too much, it feels like my arm is being flamed all over again."

Confusion floods you at his words, "I thought they didn't breath fire?"

The man's eyebrows knit together before he seems to realize something. "I forget villagers don't normally come into contact with the beasts... Blue Terror's spit flame just like most dragons, contrary to what the folklore says about them breathing ice. Their name comes from where they live and the frigid feel of their flames. They're still very much flames, though. Don't be mistaken."

"Really?" If that piece of folklore was wrong, you wonder how else the dragons are different from what you've been told.

"Ye-" A loud bang from across the tavern interrupts him. A quick look reveals one of the drunks at the bar had merely slipped out of his seat and hit the floor. Shaking your head in distain, you turn back to your new-found acquaintance.

He lightheartedly snorts as the patron climbs back into his barstool.

You hate to do it, but you have to admit, at least to yourself, that looking past his introduction, the man was actually interesting company; not the zealot you would expect from a place like this.

Looking back to you he asks, "I have one more big one if you're interested?"

"You're quite fond of your scars, aren't you?" You lightly chuckle, resigning to take your mead back. You chug a bit before placing it back on the table.

He chuckes as well, "Yeah, I guess you get that way when they're all you've got to remember everything you've fought for."

At your curious look, he continues. "They're a reminder of the dangers of my job and of just how close I came to death. How many times I've pulled through a tough spot."

"The nightmares are a whole other issue though," he jokes.

You tilt your head at the man, "That's... kind of a beautiful way of looking at them..."

"Hey, don't get all sweet on me, honey. I'm a big, mean, uncivilized dragon slayer; I'm not supposed to feel emotions, remember?" He laughs, waving down the bar maid to order another pint.

You can't help the laugh that makes it way up your throat.

"What~?" He sips his drink once she brings it, chuckling. "It's true!"

"I'm sure it is," you're not sure how this went from you being chastised to an actually pleasant conversation, but you can't say you're complaining. "You said you had another one to show me?"

"Right," he turns to the side, moving his hair to reveal a massive star-shaped scar reaching across his neck, just touching his jaw and creeping under the shoulder of his jacket. "This one was the nastiest: A massive Ivorywing managed to get behind my while I was fighting and bit a clean chunk of flesh from me. No reason I shoulda survived, but here I am~"

He spreads his arm wide as he flashes another sharp smile your way.

You return it with a small shake of your head. "The rewards must be worth it, no? Along with the fame, that is?"

"I guess," he muses.

"The reward is nice - the recognition, though? That's the worst part," he continues. "The way I'm treated like some sort of hero or something. I'm no hero, doll. I'm just a guy doing my job; I don't need no damn fame..."

You furrow your brows at him. "What do you mean? Dragon slayers have saved hundreds of civilians - noble and peasant alike - I think that makes you well deserving of the 'hero' title."

The man in front of you has fallen some of the biggest beasts on this earth - has the scars to prove it - and doesn't think he is any sort of heroic? Insanity.

"I know it probably sounds dumb, but I stand by it..." He finishes his mead, chugging the rest of it in one go. "You know who doesn't get called heroes? The blacksmiths that make my weapons, the armorers who design my armor, the doctors who patch me up... They're the ones who should be called the heroes."

"That's very..." You struggle to find the words, "humble of you to say..."

He shrugs, "It's just my opinion. I don't deserve that title just because I have the shiny scars and cool stories."

There's a brief pause as you process what he says and he takes a breath to steady himself from the rant.

"You never answered my question, doll."

"What?"

"What you're doing in a place like this? I've talked enough about me, I wanna hear about you."

[nikethestatue]

I can't believe Sarah hasn't even finished drafting 😭. At first I read drafting mode DEactivated, but it's activated. I don't think Elain is coming anytime soon ☹️

Well, unless she lied last year saying that she is actively writing, then I think this could be read as both deactivated and activated. Also, she...doesn't draft?

so this makes not a whole lot of sense.

She admitted she doesnt draft. Which again, could be a lie, or something. I dont know.

I dont know what to believe.

But I cant imagine she hasnt started drafting. She needs to put out a book. She IS on a schedule.

[theclownbehindtheslaughter]

OMG HI!!

I JUST FINISHED READING ((well, I downloaded Back To Square One in an EPUB format, transferring it to my Speechify app to read it to me, but, potato potato)) BACK TO SQUARE ONE!!

GAHHH!! I LOVE IT!! I ALSO HEADCANONED THAT VOX’S NECK HURTS LIKE FUCK WHEN HE FIRST CAME DOWN!! I’M SO HAPPY TO FIND ANOTHER PERSON WHO DOES TOO ((at least, I think you do???))!!

I want to make a comic of it, BUT I DONT KNOW TO DRAW MOST OF THE CHARACTER DECENTLY!! 😭😭

Also, my motivation will probably run out. But, I’ll try!

((Also, I luv luv LUV your writing 💛💛💛💛!!!))

This quote was one that stood out to me. Idk why. It just did.

SHRIEKING. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS ASK!! I adore interacting with people who also the brainrot(tm) for the silly TV man getting put in a tupperware and shook around,

IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT!! reading this actually kickstarted me into working on the series more (I've been busy preparing 4 classes to start among with other things and use my free time to play Minecraft more than i should) and will post a new chapter/maybe a path B addition soon!! BUT OH MY GOD!!! I WOULD LOVE FOR THAT!!! if you have any questions PLEASE ask me, i love gushing about my AU and will give you any information necessary (and more, i cannot stop yapping for the life of me) but please don't push yourself!! even if you just make rough draft of one page and call it done there, I will still explode with happiness. and that quote!! oh my god that quote, it was actually inspired by a book i read religiously when i was younger. i can't remember what it was, but i believe it was apart of the poison/rotten apple series? (i can't be too sure tho), and i can't remember much else, but it definitely got me started on my interest in unhealthy/possessive behavior, because i think it was some reincarnation plotline with the MC looking exactly like the dead friend of an immortal being, and they said something like what i wrote and it just WOULD NOT leave my head!!! but thank you SOSOSO much for reading my fic + taking the time to send an ask!! this really did make my day <333 (the yapping of an origin of that quote comes free of charge, of course)

[seth-shitposts]

Let's see I'm getting my thoughts in order here.

So.

I have a to write list that's going to keep us busy:

The last two (+bonus) chapters of Conversationalist

A mystery event piece

Jealousy, Ft Lando (🔞)

Edits to an unnamed NSFW piece that's been done I'm just nervous- (the rough draft is done, im going to go over it with one of our friends today i think)

Two chapters for a collab we're doing with a friend

Really any of the prompts sitting in our docs

And then also

A project we will start posting once Conversationalist is completed.

Originally was going to be a short one shot, but then we got attached.

So how it went down:

Seth read a rebel comic that followed an imperial droid and it was such a sad ending. He gave Alex the big ol eyes and said "we can't leave him out in the cold🥺🥺🥺"

To which Alex folded like a wet paper towel.

So now we're working on a side fic following 264, the courier droid that the ghost crew nabbed on lothal when searching for kanan that Chopper promptly pushed out the ghost.

Ima give you the sparknotes of the follow up comic.

Lil guy here, 264, was found in the exact spot the show left him by some local farmers. He decided to stay with them and help them around the farm. Until the empire showed up and arrested the farmers for stolen imperial equipment.

He was reassigned to an outpost on a frigid, inhospitable planet where he was miserable and continuously mistreated by the imperials. There, a captured Sabine Wren had been brought in and 264 recognized her immediately. He set her free and aided the ghost crew in escaping. He was found by the rebels, he could join them.

Zeb recognized the droid, but wasn't able to have much conversation before the ship got trapped in a tractor beam. 264 jumped off ship, choosing to stay behind to release them from the tractor beam so they could get away. The imperials went "What is wrong with this droid" and left him outside in a junk heap.

The comic ends with him thinking to himself that the rebels know where he is now, so he just has to wait for them.

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Seth: and that makes me want to CRY. He's still out there in the cold!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Alex: so now we're writing a follow up to it about (fulcrum!)Kallus finding him and fixing him up.

Anyway @foxxxtransformer123 Guessed The Droid so here's 264's response to this post.

Also bold is translated, as Kallus understands the droid, that will be written.

"And why's that? You're one of the top agents in your field." The only reason why this agent would bother with this game is in the hope that 264 will lead him to the rebels. Maybe he can use the borrowed time he has to send the agent running in circles.  "Because I have also defected."  … …… "Agent, I have a very limited response bank, but I am doing the best I can to make this response special. Just for you." 264 hopes he's coming across as sarcastic as possible. "You are misleading me, into a cave of deceit. You must be desperate if you're going to create a ruse such as this one just to get me to tell you where those rebels are." The agent doesn't make any move  to stop 264, so he continues while he still has the ability to. "I was going to just send you on wild ghost chases with no inkling of success and revel in wasting your time with what little I have left, but frankly," 264 whirring indignantly, "I'm just so insulted that you thought I'd believe that. I may be cross wired and have no better place to rot than this scrap heap, but I am not the fool you think I am."  The agent looks so entertained by his spiel. And then the… the… 264 rattles in frustration at not having some foul word he can call this agent. Whatever. The agent laughs, utterly infuriating 264. 

The Renascence of 264 is going to be a multichap fic. First chapter is pretty much complete, just wanna brush over it again and finish outlining the plot of the fic before we choose to drop it, and I want to finish Conversationalist before we start dropping it. ^_^

[may8elle]

I love your work!! I found you first in fanfiction.net! I adore your fairy tail and powerpuff girl stories!! Your art is also so pretty!! You are the person to get me into Laxus x Luxy lol, I was just wondering if you plan to finish/go back to those stories someday?? Sorry to bother and you don’t have to answer if don’t want to! Have a lovely day!!

I'M......... I LOVE YOU ILU SO MCUUH....😭😭😭 thank you so much this means so much to meeeaEeeeEEEEEE ;O; 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

And to keep it simple: I have every intention of finishing every story I have live right now!! If it's still up and you can still access them on Fanfic or AO3 then I do, in fact, believe I will return and finish it. I still have the full outlines saved for all ongoing fics, and on two I know of for sure I have a couple of future chapters already drafted (just not edited or fully completed- on Humanly Inhuman I have the next 5 written but not edited, and on Picking Up the Pieces I have the next 3 drafted).

Life happens, I fall in and out of the mood to write long fics, and muse comes and goes like the wind for me, so I can't guarantee when things will happen... But know that if the fic has not been deleted, then I have every intention of coming back and finishing it 🥰

[pierofilm]

I am thinking of posting a fan fiction but I don't really know how can I continue to finish it.. I once posted one but the account got deleted for some reasons.. I really wanna post that fan fiction because I personally think the idea is quite unique but I don't think anyone would actually be interested as it would be my first work on this account.. I have noticed you are a slow updater (no offense) how do you keep yourself motivated to finish your work for such long time period... BTW LOVE YOUR WORK AND HOLY MOLY LOVE SCAM PART 1 WAS SO UNPREDICTABLE when I was reading that I was like OMG OMG for whole time.. Can't wait for the next part :')

Hi anonnie ^^ THANK YOU SO MUCH IM SO SO GLAD TO HEAR U LOVE IT :(( and to answer your question, It would be quite a lengthy paragraph but I hope you'll bear with it!

It's totally normal to have doubts and overthink whether or not people will like your story or just in any other form of art. But if you don't take the first step, then nothing will happen. If you don't believe in yourself first then no one will. If you want it then you should go for it, I'm a firm believer in chasing after a chance than just letting it pass by like the fleeting clouds or butterfly just bcs you were afraid it might not work the way you want it to be.

And truly, it might not really work out for the first try and that people might not like your story but isn't that how everything and life in general works out? You gotta try again, again and again till you succeed. You won't always get everything in the first try and that's totally fine. But you don't always have to dwell on that on the negative side, just go ahead and try! Don't let it hold you back.

But in terms of being a writer, just reminding bcs just in case if it hits you someday—here's one thing you have to remember: it's quite complicated really but it's actually simple. Write it because you want it, not because people want you to write it (unless you accept requests obv) and not because they want it (for example, smut.) Yes of course, we write for people—in fact the final drafts is for the readers themselves—however, you write for you and because you love what you write, you'll keep writing even when no one does. That's the pros and cons of being a writer. Just do it.

And yes lmao, I'm a very slow updater since I would always plan everything and then delete it, the cycle keeps going on so yea 😭✋🏻 and to answer your question for how I can keep myself motivated to write for a long period is a whole lot of reasons..:

1) I wholeheartedly love to write. I love writing that's why I keep doing it. Even when it's so freakin painful bcs of how dry my English becomes sometimes, it's still fun.

2) feedbacks + compliments from readers (compliments aren't always that necessary tho, feedbacks r.) , they're that little doses of motivation fuel that keeps you going. They're necessary, sometimes you won't get them though. If I have to be honest to you, ngl I broke down when LOVE SCAM didn't got the feedback I expected bcs I put a whole lot effort in it and I had so much hope in it. Apparently I was this rlly rlly close to delete that fic but I changed my mind bcs why? Even though I was crying bcs of sadness at that time, I didn't do it bcs why?— I love to write. Even if no one likes that particular story, I still love it. I had this three thoughts in my mind that time:

"maybe it's just that awful, I can improve a whole lot more better next time."

"maybe it's just not their taste, I still love it though."

That's just how it is. Your mind is your greatest friend and enemy after all. But later guess what! There's still feedbacks though, so gratitude and mental resilience in general also plays a big role.

3) read alot! Articles, books, books bout writing, nonfiction, fiction, biography and almost anything. Find every little thing to keep you inspired. For me, I write for enha! So I watch their vids and their mvs, i actually had a writer's block on Nov and that I kinda lose the motivation to write—thats why you'll see there's two months gap from EP 9 and ep 10 ><

4) last but not least, this is my principle that I have been practicing for awhile now—consistency over everything. In writing, quantity is alot more important than quality. You gotta write everyday no matter how small. You can't improve on the quality if you don't first work on your quantity of writing everyday—you gotta make time for it! Write that chapter, writing sprint or just a tiny short draft of 50 word count. It matters alot, atleast you're still moving.

So to conclude everything, being a writer is very fun but also very painful 😤❤️ I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST IN YOUR FIRST WORK AND YOUR FUTURE WORKS, SKSJRKSLAS IM ROOTING FOR U!!! GO FOR IT AND TELL ME TOO BCS I WANNA SUPPORT YOU DUH 😩😩🔥🔥 I APOLOGISE FOR THIS LENGTHY ASS PARAGRAPH BUT IM ROOTING FOR U ANONNIE <3333

[ageless-aislynn]

11, 25, 27 for the weird writer asks!

Aw, thank you so much! 💖

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I'm absolutely horrible in how I over-write my first drafts, so yes, pretty much every fic I have that's over, say, 2k words or so has a bloody swath of murdered darlings in its wake. You'd think that I'd be pretty unaffected by it now but, yes, I do rather mourn a lot of them. Most of my wasted time on drafts is usually trying desperately to find some way to justify keeping a darling in there when I know, deep down, that it really serves no purpose and needs to go. 😭

However, I also have given myself permission to keep the occasional darling in there despite it serving no purpose because life is short and this is my fic and nobody paid for it or anything so, darn it, if I want to indulge in something, then I'm going to indulge in something, lol!

It's just a balance, what can I say? I do save every draft I've written and I have on occasion pulled out a darling and saved it separately so to more easily find it later but I've never really made use of any of them. Maybe one day!

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Vannak from the Halo series has a sweet tooth and you can earn his unending, unswerving loyalty by keeping him supplied in homemade treats. 😛

Vannak, when Kai asks if he's "sweet" on the person who keeps bringing him baskets of cookies and brownies and candy and... 😛

In related news: I tend to ship Vannak and Riz, whether or not the fic in question has Kai with John or not but I've been considering giving Vannak and Riz their own Readers like how John has the "15 Minutes" Reader and Kai has her own in "Recreation." So Vannak might get a baking-enthusiast Reader one of these days, who knows? 😉

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Game!Chief, by far. Now, you might be thinking, "Um, Ais? You've never written game!Chief, so how can you say he's stressful?" That's because I've never written game!Chief as far as anybody knows. 😛

It's one of those things where I know nobody is ever going to mistake me for a military or hard sci-fi writer. I'm a romance writer, the rest of the stuff is just the environment I'm using to tell my silly little romance stories. I can justify that for the Halo TV series but I can't for the games. I think I'd be pretty well eviscerated for running game!Chief through my usual paces. 🤷‍♀️

As a follow-up to the first question, before I finished writing this, I was hopping over to work on a fic and had to literally just kill one of my darlings in it. As much as it amused me to have Jorge throw shade at Emile, it really didn't serve a purpose in the story and was just a needless distraction. 'Cause this ain't a Halo: Reach fic. 👀😉

Weird Questions for Writers

[plantwithoutplot]

Hi! I just started reading your work on Ao3 and I just have a question and a bunch of compliments.

I’ll do compliments first—

AJKDKFKSKF I LOVE YOUR WORK I STAYED UP UNTIL 3 GIGGLING IN MY ROOM AND ON MY PHONE IT’S JUST SO GOOD.

The characters are so believable and I had a hard time realizing this was a fan fiction because they all just seemed so… well, THEM. Luffy cracks me up, as Luffy should, but I was surprised with how much Ace and Sabo would make me laugh.

Also finding out that English wasn’t your first language was mind blowing, your writing style is just so good. I can’t wait for the next chapters, I hate that I binged it all in one night.

As for the question, which you do NOT have to answer, when were the brothers before the sudden time-travel thingy? I was wondering whether this was before or after Ace dies in the manga/anime, but after finding out Luffy doesn’t know Haki yet, I assumed before the Marineford Arc. You don’t need to answer, I just wanted to know and ask!

But anyway, I love the story so much and it’s curing all the little sadness I have about the ASL brothers. Your work is amazing!!!

OHMAGAWD I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE WORDS ANON KSBSJSBSHSHSBDJD 😭😭😭🫂🫂❤❤❤❤

I just woke up to your amazing message and I couldn't imagine a better way to start my day!!! 🥹🥹🥹💕

Your words mean SOOOO MUUUCH for me!!! Thank you thank you thank you ༼꒦ິɷ꒦ິ༽💕

I couldn't imagine a better compliment as a fan/fiction writer than to hear that I managed to make you forget that this is fanon content! Every time I write, I try my best to keep them in character ― yet I always fear that they may end up too OOC or that my headcanons about them will sound too hollow to be believable...

Same goes for my English, actually? There's always this lingering fear that some sentences will sound awkward or be grammatically incorrect to the point it interrupts your reading ( ´ ▽ ` )💦 Which is why reading your message is truly relieving, and I will definitely reread it every time I have doubts about my writing/this fic 🥺❤❤

For your question! It is a tricky one (๑❛ڡ❛๑)✨

There's been a few clues here and there, buuuut nothing too explicit yet, so answering it will not be an actual spoiler! 🦀

All three boys come from the same moment in their timeline, which means :

Sabo was just vibing peacefully on Baltigo after a mission

Ace is stuck in Impel Down (has been for a while)

Luffy was on his way to Amazon Lily (and has just been separated from his crew by Kuma)

I hope it helps you understand their mindset a little better as well! These boys 300% need a hug and to talk about their feelings, because there is quite a lot to unpack here lol

Thank you again for your message!!! (I totally screenshoted it to keep in a lil folder that cheers me up)

I can't promise the next chapter will be out soon, because it is one I am very excited about 👀✨ I want to do it right and nitpick every little detail, b u t !! I'm having a writing day with my roommate today so, hopefully, I can finish the first draft of chapter 10 and start typing it tonight!! ٩(*´▽`*)۶❤️‍🔥

[sehodreamsthoughts]

VINA PLS😭😭 no cuz that was soo good like i never want to pressure u or demand anything but i definitely want ur input!! i love that u add context to it and i love to read what u write about it<33 and omg that was really good i really loved it🤭🤭 i can totally see everything u wrote .. jungwon seems like.. kinda sneaky loser.. but also he’s just figuring things out, and he wants to break out of the archetype he’s been put into🤭

it’s okay it didn’t have to be dark at all like i said, i was just thinking mean!dom and i’ve been having a lot of noncon thoughts but i love ur descriptions of his view of reader like omggg pls🤭🤭 so hot im dying immd😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😫

i’m about to go into work but with dealer!sunghoon.. i see him as like dealers i knew in college because he’s more reserved, not necessarily quiet but he’s just.. calmer than some of the other boys.. could see him doing it just for the money and not even actually using.

i rmbr i was hanging out one time and one of the guys i was there with said like.. i don’t rmbr exactly but he basically said we shouldn’t have to do c0ke in fear, like this sucks, it’s his space and he shouldn’t be afraid of the residence advisors catching him😭😭😭 like BRO it’s illegal!!! ur dumb (and that just feels like smth jake would say lmfaoooo🤭🤭🤭)

- 🥟 anon

I don't know what's been going on with me and Jungwon, I've been seeing him way too fine lately 😭 (Jake's still my number 1 tho).

I SAW DEALER! SUNGHOON LIKE THAT TOO 😭. SO, i wanted to write something short and I got lost, and I don't think this is even half of it but I don't want you to think I'm ignoring this convo like our jake/heesung working at a store (I still have the draft that's not finished hahaha) so I leave this part here to hear your opinion. I honestly think that one of my biggest problems with writing is that the theme keeps getting twisted. I can't do just dark or non-dark content, it's as if it was all mixed into some weird stuff, I thought first of Sunghoon using his client, but then I kept writing and it became this thing that I think is romantic but at the same time it's kind of sick if you analyse it 😭

Well, it's only 1.5k, what do you think?

He goes to parties just to stand in a corner with flat lips and a half-full drink in his hand, just waiting for people to approach him for the stuff he's selling, he's not even into the excitement everyone shows when he brings better stuff, and he knows about it, he knows about what the things he sells do, but he simply does not give a fuck about trying it because he's there for his cash and nothing else.

He's a big follower of you don't do what you sell, and he's not publicly proud of living by that motto, but again, he doesn't really care about other's opinions. If they say he's boring, if they say he's a prune, he doesn't mind because, at the end of the day, he's the one going home with their money in his pocket.

Still, the minute you get into it, he starts to get nervous. Sunghoon doesn't have a problem with drugs, but he has a problem with beautiful things.

As he calls you every time you meet him in disgusting party bathrooms, "Hey, gorgeous'', he hasn't been able to stop taking in your image whenever you appear in front of him, and for him is frightening how he's been so into you since you appeared in front of him with that pretty smile and your voice whispering almost scared "hi… I'm here to buy some candies?".

Sunghoon still laughs at the innocent image of you starting some shit you hadn't been introduced to by anyone. You did it on your own, which was unusual. You walked to him, no old client beside you saying with an overexcited voice "This is Sunghoon", believing they could get some freebies for giving him new clients. You had heard about him around and you went to his corner by yourself with shaky eyes and too much cash inside your phone case.

It started soft, a few gummies since you had said candies and he thought you honestly just wanted candies. He carried a few bags for the dumb boys who wanted to relax their girlfriends without them noticing it (Sunghoon didn't care what they did with the stuff people paid him for. In his head, no one should trust people too much, and if they did it, it was their own mistake), and for the hello kitty girls that enjoyed them a bit too much, but even if in that case they consumed them on their own will, he equally disliked them because they always asked for discounts. You, to his luck, hadn't even asked for your change.

You looked frightened, as if the money he tried to put in your hand burned you with its graze, and you pulled your hand away the second he tried to give you the bills, brushing him away with an almost mute "It's okay."

It was hilarious to him how you would excitedly look for him in every party he attended, asking again and again for candies, and how you would run away the second the interaction was over. You’d take the gummies like a kid, and you wouldn’t accept his money (which was technically yours since it was just your change) as if he was a creep offering you sweets in a park.

He realized, after some time, he kind of was.

At first, you searched for him between the bunch of bodies drinking under the limp lights. You’d scan every face around until you found him, and he would wait for you to do it. He didn’t need much to feel you had arrived, it was as if his body had a sixth sense telling him she’s here, and he would only need a second to spot you moving your eyes through every person as if he wasn’t always in his corner.

He never moved to let people easily find him, but you needed more than a few weeks to realize that (oh, and that if it wasn’t you asking, he’d never leave his sacred spot). Everything felt like an innocent game with a not-so-innocent prize. You wouldn’t stop looking for him until you found him, and once you did it, you’d walk to him and ask him for your usual stuff, and then, when you got tired of it, for more adult stuff (your words, not his).

He never cared about other people. To him, they could all go and fuck off their lives with opioids, and he would gladly sell them if that little conscience left in his body wasn’t still there after all the shit he had done. Sadly, that tiny part of him stopped him from teaching you about the heavy stuff.

He needed a month to introduce you to real weed, and closing the door of an unknown room in the house of a guy he knew even less, he sat beside you and taught you how to smoke it (he really didn’t want you to learn from anyone else. Yeah, it was wrong that you trusted him, but he knew it would be worse that you trusted someone there that wasn’t him).

Inhaling a few times, he kept a straight face to calm you with his mostly theoretical knowledge, proudly looking at you doing it on your own like a champion after a quick three-minute class on how to roll a cigarette and light it.

You laughed when you finally did it on your own, presenting it to him like a work of art and your wide smile. ‘’You’re a fast learner’’ he said.

‘’Yeah, always top of the class’’ you answered, licking your lips and then moving the slightly too thick roll to your lips (he never told you that you kind of overfilled that one. You looked too pretty to push you out of your cloud).

He stayed there beside you, perfectly knowing that he was probably losing customers downstairs with his sudden absence and that he, indeed, was going against his life motto. He was, indirectly, doing what he sold.

The laughs you shared, what went through your mind when you approached him, all of it is there in his mind. You mentioned something about being stressed, then that you were tired of smoking normal cigarettes, and that vapes felt like a game you didn’t feel like playing.

‘’It’s too sweet, the aftertaste’’ you said.

‘’The gummies are sweet too’’ he laughed. He wasn’t smoking after those few first hits to teach you (although you had some real experience smoking already, which explained a lot why you didn’t even cough when you took the first drag).

‘’It’s different’’ you smiled and turned to see him more comfortably. You looked at his face, and he let you, doing the same, until you talked again. ‘’I need more than just a sweet treat.’’

You two were sitting on the floor after needing a firm surface to roll the leaves easier, and after almost 30 minutes of you smoking your own made cigarette, you followed him into leaning against the foot of the only bed in the room, looking at him with the soft light of the study lamp the boy had there, stopping you from being in complete darkness (Sunghoon deduced it was a boy’s room, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why there was a big soccer t-shirt with the name Jake framed and hanging on the wall, or the box of tissues over the nightstand, because it was either a room owned by a boy, or by a girl that cried too much over a boy named Jake, which was more concerning than a boy that jerked off probably every day— He also deduced that when the box got empty after he pulled the last tissues to make you more at ease at doing your first try).

Sunghoon nodded, and both of you observed each other with relaxed eyes, comfortable with the atmosphere you had unintentionally created. After slowly blinking a few times, he exhaled through his nose, feeling more liberated than never, and he moved his eyes down to your lips, thinking that they would probably be way sweeter than all the things you had talked about that night.

At the next party, he realized he had a problem when he stared at the entrance door since he arrived, quickly brushing off his clients without much small talk, and accepting to give the hello kitty girls their discounts so they left him alone.

He even got angry when the same guys tried to buy some gummies for their innocent girlfriends, sputtering without hesitation a ‘’Sorry, just sold the last one’’, which was a complete lie since he always carried an extra bag in case you also wanted them. You had stopped having them since you learned how to roll your own cigarettes, but Sunghoon still liked to have them in hand, as if it was his strawberry lucky charm.

Well into the night, almost at 2am, he realized you wouldn’t arrive, so he sold the last stuff he was holding on for you. In the end, he left with a successful night in his pocket, but feeling worse than ever, even more than when in his first night selling almost no one dared to approach him because he was (and continues to be, by their words) too pretty to be a dealer.

[ro-is-struggling]

i just finished reading one of your fics and i missed the disclaimer where you say that english ISNT YOUR FIRST LANGUAGE?!! hOW

you write 100x better than me and im a native speaker, i am legitimately gobsmacked

OMG🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭

You have no idea how much this means to me!! This is truly the best compliment you can give to a non-native english speaker!! I'm smiling like an idiot reading your comment over and over again bc I just can't believe it😭😭😭

Writing in a second language is hard and it takes a lot of work and time, specially for me since I usually write a first draft in my native language so I can fully express my ideas without having to worry about thinking if it makes sense in english. it's a little frustrating at times because I feel like everything takes twice as long and twice as much work, and I often doubt my english skills when I'm editing. But let me tell you that getting a message like this makes everything worth it!!

Thank you so, so much for this! It might seem silly to you, but it truly means the world to me that you said that😭 It's a big insecurity for me and I try my best to write good stories and make them make sense in english hoping and praying I did a good job everytime I post a new fic. And even though I know there's bound to be mistakes, I'm glad to know that my english isn't as terrible as I thought it was!

You just made my day with this🥰💕 Thank you so much for the lovely words and I hope you have a grat day, sweet anon!

[suzyq31]

Do you edit as you go or do you finish the chapter/scene then edit? I find myself rereading my work after I read and thinking it sucks and stopping it. Do you edit your work? I feel as though I compare myself to writers believing they write so well they don’t edit and that I must suck if i edit so much. So sorry if i’m rambling 😭. Writing is hard.

Hi! Thanks for asking this question. Every writer I've met has a different process. For myself, I can't edit too much as I go, or else I'll never finish anything. I often hate my first drafts, I've worked really hard to see them simply as a rough sketch of what I want the piece to eventually be. So yes I edit the hell out of my work!

My process shifts, but mostly consists of brainstorming, then writing with sprints just to get it out. This is often a mash up of dialogue, action and thoughts of the characters. I'm then left with a big giant mess, which to me is where the magic happens. I go back over it again and again, adding things, going over the prose, watching for mistakes and inconsistencies, focusing on showing versus telling. I edit the chapter until I'm happy with it. If I'm working with a beta, they give me notes/fix things and then I go over it yet again after.

Anon, I would just find whatever works for you and makes the process fun. For me it's having a big mug of tea, music, and candles (or treating myself to a coffee shop day) and just letting myself word vomit without my inner critic at full blast. I'm a huge advocate for sprinting, turn off the editor part of your brain and see where your story goes. So much can be fixed later, but you can't edit a blank page.

Also every writer I've talked to hates their work at least some of the time. We are our own worst critics. I have a tendency to compare as well, and wish I had a solution for that! I just try to remember the only person I should try to write better than is myself in my last story. I read somewhere that we've never seen the first drafts of our favorite books, so we have no idea what they were like without professional editors! And this makes me feel a whole lot better. A great example is if you love Harry Potter, is to re-read the first chapter of book one, then compare it to the the first chapter of the later books. I noticed when re-reading to my cousin just how much better the prose gets with time (and clearly lots and lots more practice).

Hope this was helpful ❤️

[the-doomed-witch]

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SANG THE CORN SONG!! 😂😂😂 My bestie and I love that song!!! Jesus, I sang along 🤣

I am pretty good with titles - let me help! (Searching for a way to get my hands on your draft? Maybe 😬). Jokes apart, actually I suck at the whole rest of the "fic-writer" ability 😅. Just to write this for you takes me a few re-runs, some Google translate and some searches like "what does it mean internet English slang ngl" 🥲

Don't worry about the skiped chapter: you are protected by the Brazilian curse, remember? 🕯<not>

Supplementary and professional degree? Oo where are you from? This is so weird. Here we graduate high-school, go to university, grab a degree, some post graduation and resentfully work with it until you die 😌. Very simple.

(I may have a tech level degree on business/accountant, so I kind of know what you are talking about - don't work with that, thankfully)

JANE AUSTEN? Ok.. you got 192100% more interesting right now.. and waaay out of my league of poshness 🥸🧐🤣

I am too old for my likings on books that may or may not have vampires / weird described angels .... and maaaaaybe I have too many Bernard Cornwell on my virtual bookshelf 😳. But hey, no judging, Miss EnglishLitForFun 🤗

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#waitinganxiouslyforyourWandaToxicFic

AHAHAH I LOVE THAT SONG, ITS LIKE ALWAYS STUCK IN MY HEAD 😭

and you’re a fic writer too omg? i didn’t know! now i’m a little curious, have i read any of your fics before? I WANT TO KNOW! hdhdhghj but i get you english isn’t my first language either so sometimes i google the most stupid things like for my airplane fic i literally searched “where do the flight passengers sit” AND 😭😭😭 they started telling me about airline seats like honey i know people sit on a fucking seat but I WANNA KNOQ WHATS THE AREA CALLED

and as for my exam, it went quite well IM DONE WITY ALL OF THEM SO IM FREE FOR A WHILE NOW :D

i’m from india! our education system is really messed up lmao. not all people here need two separate degrees, but a regular university degree has almost no value so yeah :/ where are you from? i think brazil?

so wait, you know stuff about journal entries and all that? what is the degree about?

i haven’t started reading the book yet, because i’m currently reading on earth we’re briefly gorgeous :) but yes i’ll start it by next week, i have only read pride and prejudice so far and i love it! lizzy bennet my love🖤🖤🖤🖤 guess i have this thing for the lizzies, you can say 😭

you can read any books tho 🫣 i mean, i think i’ve read more fanfics this year than books and if i count them as books i might’ve read over 43 this year ‼️‼️

also, the fic comes out today evening 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i just finished editing the draft :P