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[setmeatopthepyre]

fuck it friday

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from pothos | pathos pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5

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Eddie is on his couch, aimlessly swiping through housing listings, vaguely hoping that the next generic wide-angle picture of a soulless sunny living room will suddenly give him all the answers he needs, when the doorbell rings.

He opens the door without looking. He gets as far as “I’m still all out of flour from last time--" when he realizes it’s not Buck on his doorstep at all. It takes a second because he's not used to seeing the captain of the 122 in anything other than a suit or a set of turnouts. “Deluca?” he says, surprised. “I thought poker night was next week.”

“I ain’t here to clear you out this time, Diaz,” Deluca says.

Eddie huffs. As if. The man barely has a filter and that translates fairly directly to the efficacy of his poker face.

“Are you gonna let me in, or what?”

“Sure. If you tell me to what I owe the visit.” Eddie’s already stepping aside, letting him in.

Deluca strides in like he owns the place, crossing his arms as he takes in the living room. “Is it just you?”

“Yes…?” he says slowly, following him in. He snatches his nearly-empty bottle from the table, lifts it and points from the bottle to Deluca in the universally understood gesture for you want one?

“Yeah, sure,” he says.

Deluca doesn’t offer up an explanation for his presence as Eddie cracks open two bottles of beer, hands one off to the man still standing in his living room like he’s trying to decide if he wants to be there at all, and sinks down onto the couch again for lack of anything better to do.

Deluca doesn’t sit, but he does take a long swig of his beer and narrow his eyes at Eddie. Finally he asks, “You seen Tommy?”

Eddie nods. “Couple of days ago. Why?”

“Any clue what the hell is wrong with him?”

What, this guy, too? Eddie rubs at his eyes. “How about you tell me why you’re asking?”

Deluca glares at him some more, seems to come to some decision, and sinks down on the other side of the couch with a huff. “He skipped out on my little girl’s birthday.”

Eddie blinks. He isn't sure what he’d been expecting, maybe something more akin to Buck’s vague hunches, but not… this.

He does vaguely recall the subject of Deluca’s kids coming up at poker night, though. Racks his brain for a second. “You’ve got three kids, right?”

Deluca eyes him for a second, but it’s less of a glare this time. “Yeah. Two girls and a boy. Oldest just turned ten, youngest is three.”

“Huh,” is all Eddie finds himself saying. Thinks for a moment, again, of Christopher, of the birthday party Eddie only got glimpses of over a video call. He really needs to stop procrastinating and just pick a damn house. Maybe he should just go to El Paso and see from there.

But this isn’t about him.

“And… Tommy usually goes to your kids’ birthday parties?”

“Goddamn right he does. He’s their favorite uncle.”

Uncle? “Hold on, you guys are…?”

“Jesus H. Christ, Diaz,” Deluca says with a roll of his eyes. “Do you want a copy of my family tree? No, we ain’t related, but we might as well be.”

Eddie raises a hand in surrender. The guy’s clearly passionate about this.

“The important thing is,” Deluca continues, eyes intense and jabbing a finger in Eddie’s direction, “The man has showed up to every single goddamn birthday and big event, and now he skips Sophie’s big ten? Something’s goin’ on.”

There’s a simple solution to that, if you ask Eddie. “Did you ask him about it?”

“Who the hell do you think I am? Of course I did. You know what he did?” Eddie gets the feeling he’s not actually expected to answer and Deluca proves him right. “He goddamn apologized.”

He frowns. “I don’t know man, that seems… reasonable?”

Deluca gets to his feet with a grunt of frustration, starts pacing. “Don’t be an idiot, Diaz. You have any clue what Tommy does when he knows he’s fucked up?” It’s another rhetorical question. “One of three things,” Deluca says, raises one finger. “Either he gets defensive and turns into the world’s most sarcastic asshole--” A second finger goes up. “He turns into a pathetic pile of misery and then moves heaven and earth to make things right--" Third finger. “Or he shuts down completely. What he doesn’t do is fuckin' apologize and then pleasantly ask me if Sophie had a nice day. So you better tell me now, what the hell did Buckley do to him?”

“Now hold on,” Eddie sets his bottle down, gets to his feet as well. “Buckley--- Buck didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah? Then why the hell does Tommy tell me they’ve broken up and then turn into a fucking pod person?”

Eddie sighs. He’s pretty sure he’s getting a migraine or something. “You better ask him, because he broke up with Buck, not the other way around.”

Deluca falters, mouth snapping shut from where he’d looked about ready to yell at him some more. “What?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, shrugs.

“That goddamned idiot,” Deluca mutters.

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[papercorgiworld]

hi!! Could I request a fic with like Mattheo and Theo, or either of them. The reader wears glasses but only for reading stuff so her "friends" makes fun of her and Mattheo or Theo comforts her?? Love your fics xx

I got this request a century ago, but I promised myself I would only post this if I finished the second request as a way of keeping myself motivated... Did not really speed up the writing process, but here we are! The good news is: I finished the second request... bad news, I will only post it if I manage to finish the third request.

Anyways, thank you for the request and I'm sorry for my absence, I hope you've all been well. Either way you all deserve the world and lots of happiness. Sending you lots of love! AND of course: Happy Readings!

Merlin, she looks beautiful

Reader that needs glasses with Mattheo or Theo

Gently you stroll through the endless bookcases searching for something that would help you and your friends with your Transfiguration’s group project. “Found it.” You mumble to yourself, thinking that no one would hear you. However, a sneaky slytherin was adoring you from a bit further. Lounging with his friends in a corner of the library his eyes traced you until Draco snapped his fingers. “You’re gonna start drooling if you don’t stop that.” Your eyes move to the laughter but you can only guess what it’s about.

Your friends groan as you drop the books on the table. Honestly you weren’t excited about it either, but the work had to be done. Everyone grabs a book. Flipping through the pages you quickly spot an interesting chapter. You squint your eyes as you try to read, cursing yourself you grab your bag searching for your glasses. You blink, remembering how much more fun reading is when you don’t struggle with every letter. 

Merlin, she looks beautiful. 

Your one paragraph in when your vision gets misty. Confused, you take off your glasses and everyone at your table starts laughing. The person opposite of you had used a spell to fog your glasses to everyone’s amusement. 

You felt your insecurities peak. Wearing glasses was new for you and you hadn’t quite adjusted to life with them, feeling a little stupid. “What’s up with the glasses? Are you going blind?” Someone at the table quipped, making the others chuckle. Instead of explaining why you had to wear glasses you just fell silent, everyone staring at you until you finally stuttered some words out. “I’m gonna read this later. I need to meet up with someone.” You could hear the snickering as you left the library. 

You feel your heartbeat quicken and turn around a corner, pressing your back against the wall you try to calm yourself. You look down at the glasses in your hand and for a moment you stare up the staircases. If you would go up and drop your ugly glasses, you would be rid of them forever. It wasn’t going to work like that, but for a second it seemed like a good idea to just pretend like you didn’t need them.

Theo

POV: Theo watching you when you hurried of the library, clearly upset.

You sigh and turn to continue walking without having anywhere to go, but suddenly you feel magic tug at you. You’re swirled around so that you’re now face to face with Theodore Nott. “Ey bella, you seemed upset when you left the library.” You blink staring at Theo who you had never known to show emotion leave alone concern for you. “Uhm… no it’s fine. I’m good.” You nod a few times as a way of convincing him, compensating for your shaky voice. “You forgot this.” Theo shows you the case for your glasses. You stare at the pattern, a bit concerned about whether or not he thought it was cute or not. You mentally cursed yourself for caring about what Theodore Nott thought of you simply because he was a popular guy. “Oh yeah, I forgot. Thank you.” You reach for the case but Theo immediately lifts it higher and out of reach for you.

A slytherin bully playing around was really the last thing you could use right now. Even though Theo and his friends were notorious for causing trouble, you had always been spared from it… that is until now. “Can I please have it back?” You bravely ask, stressing the please and hoping that the slytherin would be merciful. “Only if you promise to find some better friends.” You meet his eyes and he can see the clear confusion. “They make you feel unhappy with yourself. You make yourself small when you’re around them, I’ve noticed and I don’t like it. So promise me you’ll hang out with other people.” Your eyebrows knit together. “You noticed? Have you been watching me or something?” At your question Theodore's confident smile turns into a nervous chuckle. “I’m allowed to admire beautiful things, am I not?” His eyes look at you with cheeky innocence. 

You blush and bite your lip. “Admiring, huh?” Theodore smiles at you and hands you the case for your glasses. “Yes… and I hate it when others dim your light.” You look away from him as you put your glasses in their case. “My friends aren’t that bad. The glasses just make me look silly.” Theo shakes his head at your words and closes the distance between the two of you. “I disagree.” His voice is raspy and you can’t believe the slytherin heartthrob is standing so close to you. “Bella, look at me. You’re gorgeous. Glasses or no glasses, you turn heads when you walk by.” You drown in his eyes as his words soothe all your insecurities. Theo gently pushes your chin up. “Promise me that you’ll hang out with better people.” He whispers with an enchanting voice. When you nod, he smiles and takes a step back. “Good.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and winks before walking away.

There’s a silence as you stare at him with dreamy eyes. “Hey.” You suddenly say, to your surprise, out loud.” You can feel your heart thump loud when he turns to face you. “Can I hang with you?” The left corner of Theo’s mouth tugs up and his hand leaves his pocket gesturing for you to come with him. “Of course. I don’t mind. I could admire you all day.” You bite your lip to try and hide your happy smile and walk with him. 

Mattheo

POV: Mattheo anything but pleased with your snickering friends as you leave the library with teary eyes.

“There you are.” You wouldn’t have thought those words were meant for you if you weren’t the only one there. With dumb eyes you stare at none other than Mattheo Riddle. “You alright, love? You seemed upset when you left the library in a hurry.” Your eyes widen at the realisation. You thought you were hiding it well but it was probably obvious to anyone with proper eyesight that you were close to crying when you practically ran out of the library. Mattheo took your silence as an invitation to get closer to you. Significantly closer. It made you worry what people would think if they saw you so close to him. Hogwarts loves juicy gossip. 

“You look gorgeous with or without glasses so don’t worry about it.” Mattheo smirks, confidence radiating off of him. Not knowing how to take the compliment, you chuckle and look away from the handsome slytherin towering over you. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to lie?” You replied jokingly, but as soon as you meet his eyes you realise that considering who you’re talking to that it was a really bad joke. Your eyes fill with panic as you question whether to run or apologise. Meanwhile Mattheo lips form an amused smirk and his eyes playfully watch your nervous figure. “Not really, I was thought to never get caught in a lie. But what I said about your glasses was not a lie. It was a compliment. You’re gorgeous. Don’t doubt that, love. However, when the professors ask me later if I had anything to do with turning your friends’ hair into snakes, I’ll lie without shame.” Your mouth drops when you hear his confession. You immediately forget the sweet things he just said and panic. “What! Oh Merlin, no! Why did you do that?” As you try and walk away, back to your friends Mattheo stops you. “They deserve it and you know that. You don’t need glasses to see that they’re not real friends.” He’s still holding onto your wrist when you move closer to him. You let your head hang in defeat for a moment. “Yeah, you’re probably right. But still no reason to hex them.” 

You give Mattheo a judging look, but your soft smile gives away that you don’t really mind that he hexed them. His eyes land on your smile as he chuckles. “Hexes were invented specifically for people like them.” You shake your head but at the same time you feel yourself drawn to him. His hand moves from your wrist to your hip. “You’re stunning. So don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad about yourself.” 

Just when Mattheo is about to make a move Pansy’s coughs, making you jump and take a step back. Standing at the end of the hallway, a very sassy looking Pansy darts her eyes between you two. “Am I interrupting something?” She asks with obvious fake innocence. You immediately shake and say your goodbyes to Mattheo. 

“What did I ever do to you, Pansy?” Mattheo asks after he watched you leave. “I think it was something you said in first year.” Pansy bluntly answers before walking away. Mattheo nervously chews his lips wondering if you were okay and curious if you had felt the heat as much as he did.

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You had gotten so flustered after Pansy had caught Mattheo and you so close together that you went to hide in the bathroom for a few minutes. Feeling fresh and calm you step outside again, only to realise that you were late for class. You rush in to find Mcgonagall stare at you in disappointment. “Let’s not waste anymore time standing there. Take a seat.” You nod, wanting to disappear now that the whole class is staring at you. You look to your left to see Mattheo sitting alone. Puppy eyes locked onto you.

Look at his eyes!!!!

You freeze as you feel the heat on your cheeks return. I must look like a tomato. Mcgonagall turns away from the board to see you still standing up. “Miss (l/n), is there a problem?” Her stern voice sends shivers down your spine and you feel like you’re a first year again. Within seconds you're seated next to Mattheo with your books in front of you. “Hello again.” Mattheo whispers amusement ringing in his voice. You nervously flip through the pages. “Chapter 4 and don’t forget your glasses.” Mattheo whispers, you softly chew your lip as you fumble to get your glasses. “I think you look cute with them.” At those words you turn to Mattheo with glasses, blushed cheeks and wide eyes. He gives you a cheeky wink… and that class you did not hear a thing the professor said to you.

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[runningincircl3s]

Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prologue

chapter warnings: negative thoughts?

AHHH!! so this wasn't long enough to be an actual chapter, but it sets the story, hence the name prologue :) i had an epiphany at like 2am this morning and decided to rewrite this entire story from the beginning because i just wasn't happy with it, but i LOVE the direction it's going in now and i've gotten to chapter 5... so expect weekly updates!! (i'm thinking fridays for this fic?)(for folio friday?) <3

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It had been months since you left. 

6 months to be exact.

After coming home, you found yourself falling back into the same mind-numbing routine you once had. Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat. When you weren’t home, you were working, when you weren’t working, you were at home. You basically had no social life, you felt like an empty shell of a person, like a robot. But this is what you had to do to take your mind off of what happened.

The guilt, the lies, that one last look he gave you before disappearing, it all still played on your mind. It was especially tough when you’d go to bed at night, with nothing else to think about. You’d lie there, tossing and turning for hours, blaming yourself for everything, wishing you could go back in time and change everything. 

It was finally beginning to get easier, months along the line. You’d gotten a promotion, you were earning more money, had more spare time with nothing to do. You thought about dating again, but that was as far as it went. You downloaded a few apps, but never made yourself any profiles. 

Because how were you supposed to move on? You had lost the one person you never wanted to lose. 

And you couldn't imagine he'd ever take you back. You were hated by him, by all of them.

Or at least that’s what you believed until now. 

This day was like any other, you came home from work after visiting the store to pick up something for dinner. Just as you shut the door behind you, you spotted a card?

It wasn’t your birthday, or a holiday. 

Who the hell had sent this?

You brought it out to your kitchen with you as you put the bag down, and began to tear it open. As you pulled the card from the envelope, your expression softened.

Save the date! 

Alyson and Matt are getting married!

May 12th

You brows furrowed. You read the card three times over, even making sure the name and address was right. Surely this was a mistake, right? You and Bryan were finally back on good terms after seeing each other at a friend’s baby shower, but the others? You hadn’t spoken to them since that night. 

Maybe Matt had sent it out of obligation, a formality more than anything else. Maybe they forgot to remove your name from the list. Maybe Alyson had insisted. Maybe-

Before you could overthink and worry about it, you decided to do the right thing. 

In the months you’d spent alone at home, you’d told yourself you’d start confronting your problems, because maybe if you did that all those months ago you wouldn’t be here now. 

So you sat down at the kitchen table and called Matt. 

Your phone rang, once… Twice… Three times…

“Holy shit,” Matt’s voice broke through the static with a laugh. “No way.”

A breathy laugh escaped you before you could stop it. 

“Uh… Hey.”

“Hey? That’s all you’ve got for me? I haven’t heard from you for months, and all I get is ‘hey’?”

“I didn’t think you guys wanted anything to do with me anymore, and then, well… I just got your wedding invite.” You took a breath, “I wondered if it was a mistake? If…”

“If we actually wanted you there?” Matt finished for you, his tone softer now. “Come on. Of course we do. You know it wouldn’t be the same without you. We'd love to see you there.”

Something in your chest loosened. You hadn’t realised how much you needed to hear that until now.

“Everyone misses you,” Matt continued. “Folio, Ruff, Jolly- hell, even deep down I know Noah does, though he’d rather die than admit it.”

Your stomach twisted at the mention of his name, but you forced yourself to ignore it. 

“I miss you guys too,” you admitted quietly, “... So why didn’t any of you reach out?”

There was silence for a moment, before he answered. 

“We didn’t know if you wanted anything to do with us anymore,” he chuckled, “Bry told us you got your old job back, you gave up on photography. And after everything that happened… We just thought we should give you some space. I kind of assumed you wanted a fresh start, so I wanted to give you that, but then we were sending the wedding invites out and I thought I'd send you one whether you wanted to come or not!”

“Thanks, Matt.” You say, a small smile creeping up on your lips, “I really do miss you guys, it’d be nice to see you all again-”

“Then come to the wedding! Everyone will be there,” Matt said. “No pressure Just… Be there. For me?”

You hesitated, but in the end, you knew your answer. 

“…Okay, yeah I will.”

“Great! If you want we can book your flight, we've got a spare room you can stay in... It’s still a few months away but it’s best to be prepared, right?” 

“Really? Thank you.” 

After the call ended, a strange sense of relief settled over you, along with a newfound anxiety.

You were going back.

You would be seeing them again. 

Seeing him again. 

How the hell could you even look at him after everything?

Not a night went by that he wasn’t on your mind. You considered texting him, calling him, but you were almost certain he had your number blocked. You even considered sending him a letter via messenger pigeon. 

You just wanted to give him a real apology, to really explain everything to him.

You just hoped you were ready for it.

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After leaving that night, Noah had gone home. He got on the first flight and fled without even thinking about it. He had to leave, he needed space, he needed time, he needed to be alone. 

Months passed, although it only felt like days. They all blurred into one. 

They say time heals all, so why did he still feel this way? He couldn't stop thinking about you, wondering what he did wrong, why you could've possibly wanted anyone else. It ate away at him, and he couldn't bear to live with this building up inside him.

So, he did what he did best.

He must've spent days at a time in the studio, making beats, writing lyrics, doing all he can to take the pain and anger away, to channel it into something else. Turning whatever ugly thoughts were plaguing him from the inside into something beautiful. 

He always thought about texting you, calling you, but he assumed you had made your choice, and it wasn't him. If it had been him, you would’ve chased after him that night. You would’ve tried harder. But he was all to blame, in his opinion, if he had told you the truth about how he really felt about you sooner, maybe everything could’ve been simpler. 

Maybe you two would have made it work.

But now it was too late. 

Right?

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fighting the urge to post chapter 1 right now...

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[imsiriuslyreading]

I totally adore you and have always loved everything you’ve recommended on any platform. I’ve only read marauders fics though and not sure anything can top Jegulus and Wolfstar for me. But I’m curious what the Drarry fuss is about. Do you have any advice on where to start? Something to get me into the characters everyone loves, like Blaise, Theo etc. And then I’ll go down the AFTG and Raven Boys rabbit holes! And probably never sleep again. Or be productive. Etc. But I’ll be happy.

SWEET SUFFERING JESUS i cannot TELL YOU how happy this makes me. DRARRY RECS INCOMING BELOVED!

first and foremost, i simply must tell you of the journey that is Led by Light of a Star Sweetly Gleaming which is the most GLORIOUS wolfstar - hear me out, the sequel to this is a Drarry, called Pages of You . These are by the most wonderful writer @wolfpants - I won't embarrass them by emotionally leaking all over the internet but fucking hear me out, babe, you're gonna wanna read every drop of Drarry they have to offer. While you're having a stalk, go and check out Terrible People and Everybody Hates a Tourist.

Next up, another favourite of mine: Draco Malfoy and The Mirror of Ecidyrue. this badboy is good if you fancy a canon retelling with some fantastic twists and fixes thrown in. each year gets better than the last and I think its such an interesting take on the whole thing.

Alright, another FABULOUS one with such a good little twist: Way Down We Go by @xiaq - a phenomenal writer whose original works you should also absolutely check out. This fic actually has Harry as a Werewolf which I absolutely convinced myself was a plot twist until I later went back and read the tags and realised it was there the whole time. LOVE this one. so good. side note - the supporting cast? unrivalled.

Okay here we have What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym. this was lovely - I thought the characterisations were really spot on for canon adjacent/continuation. adored this.

Now for something a touch more whimsical, may I present you something unlike anything else I've ever read ever in life? It's called Running on Air by Eleventy7 (they are on tumblr I believe but for the life of me I cannot find their @) anyway. this is just the most stunning thing. it sort of plays out like a movie in front of you while you read it. its gentle and clever and thoughtful and intricate and just one of the most creative stories I've ever crossed paths with. i challenge you not to fall in love.

Here we have Is This The Place by the most gorgeous writer @januaryfirstreads - I promise you you aren't going to find someone who loves drarry like this writer does. and its so clear in every word she writes. This one of her's is lovely, so soft and full of the love of these characters, it does them justice in the most beautiful way.

Alright, if you know wolfstar you probably know @brigid-faye - and if you don't, all you need to know is that I trust brigid with my life. one thing about brigid? these characters are gonna be treated so well its gonna be hard to let go of 'em. here's a drarry brigid wrote a while back, its all the things her writing always has. which is to say, nothing you wanna miss. It's called Breeze (Move Me).

Okay, if you're a Red White and Royal Blue fan, the one and only itsgivingcamp has a FABULOUS ONE which you can find here: it's called Red, Green and Toil Too . now, I may perhaps be biased, but I happen to prefer this to the original. but like I said, maybe biased. but also, correct.

Alright, some classics. I may have read some of these or started them/downloaded them but I fear I've rambled on long enough. so here's the failsafe drarry recs to lead you down the right track:

Dwelling by Aideomai

The Devil's White Knight by Orphan_Account

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles

Chasing Dragons by The_Sinking_Ship

and lastly i'm going to do the cheekiest of little self recs. i have a multi chap drarry that will one day be finished called Cold Coffee and a banter-driven little Christmas-themed one-shot named The Weather Outside.

anyway, there are so many bloody more. drarry is the most wonderful thing. its also (in my opinion) so disgracefully canon that it's hard to escape once you get into it. (like hello? the train scene?) so I wish you the best of luck on this journey.

you just come and give me a shout when you're ready to yell about AFTG and The Raven Cycle. I am here ready & waiting!

love you bye xoxoxoxo

[flippedccc]

Match

Han Jisung x gn!Reader

genre: idol au!, reader as skz 9th member, romance, fluff

warnings: none? tell me if i missed any tho

wc: ~1.2k

author's words: my first fic! I tried my best haha. Feedbacks are much appreciated! Hope yall enjoy reading this

00

You have a secret that only you and your diary know: you love Jisung, in a romantic way of course.

01

The first time you realized that you liked Jisung was when you were filming for an MV.

The staff's mission for you was to film everyone doing aegyo in front of the camera, so you took the camera and started taking pictures everywhere, and then you caught Han who was resting on a chair.

You told him that he needed to do an aegyo in front of the camera as a mission. He didn't hesitate or shy away and did it smoothly in front of the camera.

But you, behind the camera, only saw his mouth opening and closing as he spoke, his mouth red because of the lipstick, and you didn't pay attention to anything he said.

It wasn’t until Han stopped looking at the camera and gave you with a puzzled look that you realized you were distracted.

In a panic, you nodded randomly to answer his question, then turned and ran away with the camera.

02

Well, running away is embarrassing, but at least it works.

03

But as you and your group mates continued filming the MV, you could barely concentrate on the dance, your mind was full of Han's face and his cutesy, red lips.

You even made a mistake while dancing because of your thoughts and had to keep apologizing to the staff, and was then chased and scolded by Lee Know.

04

You've been hiding from Jisung ever since.

Not only were you avoiding to be in the same scene as him in front of cameras, you even refused to look at him during dance practices.

You thought it was s abnormal to blush and become nervous when looking at Han, so you said no to everything about him and locked yourself in like an ostrich.

05

Soon, you stopped hiding from him.

On one hand, you slowly realized that you like Jisung, on the other hand, he kept looking at you with those puppy eyes which you couldn't bear with.

Plus you want to be next to him.

06

So you gradually began to indulge yourself and stick to Han. You would sit close to him during group lives, force him to watch dramas with you, and even ask him out for dinner.

Because you always stand next to Han, Jeongin even asked you if you changed their original standing positions, and why you always stand between him and Han.

After hearing what Jeongin said, you realize that you were indeed a bit too presumptuous.

After you stopped being so close to him, you had to find a place to vent about your little crush over him, so your diary became your new safe spot for your emotions.

07

For example:

Today he showed me the new beat he made! It's sooo goooood! Plus I'm the first one to hear! Even earlier than Chan hyung hehe.

Chan hyung composed it, it sounds great! Han already started writing the lyrics, he’s so efficient, should I write some lyrics too to catch up?

It's a love song? It sounded nice, but not that nice anymore. Does he like someone? Ughhh it's annoying!

Why did he ask me to record the lead vocals? Can't he record it himself? I've been annoyed enough just thinking about this song. And he said I didn't have enough emotions when recording the song??!! It really hurts!

I think I'm screwed. When we were playing games and hugging each other when recording skz code today, I could hear my own heartbeat. Could he hear it too?

He's so handsome with curly hair!!!!!! And more handsome with a little stubble!! Ahhhhhhh, why is he so handsome?

Bro were you trying to seduce me with your low voice??? What should I do? It really seems like I really have to love him forever

Why does he like kissing so much? Jeongin doesn't like to kiss, but I do! Come and kiss me!!!

08

Just like that, you went crazy talking to yourself in your diary every day, and gradually evolved into writing some short stories.

09

But you didn't expect that Jisung would discover it so fast.

10

Another busy. You got another inspiration for your new song while taking a shower, so you rushed to your desk and wrote down the idea on your diary app, and went back to the bathroom to dry your hair.

Your diary app usually has an app lock, but just this day, you didn't lock it after writing down your inspiration, and you didn't hear Han knocking on the door either because of the sound of the hair dryer.

Han heard the sound of you drying your hair, so he pushed open your door and was about to sit at the table and wait for you to finish before asking you something.

Until he saw "Han Jisung" and a series of exclamation marks written on your tablet.

And that's how you were exposed right in front of your crush.

11

Fortunately, Han Jisung has always liked you.

12

What you didn't know was that when you were being delulu over him and going crazy thinking about all kinds of things and writing about them every day, he was being delulu over you, writing beats and songs according to his mood, and even prepared the song to sing when confessing.

After discovering your feelings for him, he fidgeted in his chair.

Unable to wait any longer, he stood up and walked into the bathroom, took the hair dryer from your hand, and started to help you dry your hair. He saw your face gradually turning red as he wished.

"Why is your face so red?" He asked.

"Just finished showering. It's uh... too warm, you know."

"Do you have plans after this? I got something to tell you." He said, closing the hair dryer. You shook your head, looking confused.

He took a deep breath, "I like you y/n, I'm serious... Although I saw those things you wrote to know that you like me, and um... even having the courage to confess... But! I do like you!"

"What???" You exclaimed, "You- you saw it? You shouldn't ahhhhh! How much did you see?"

"N-not a lot... So you care more about how much I see? Thought you said you like me..."

"I do..." You said quietly.

"Hehe I knew it." He said, chuckling, "Don't be shy babe, you write stories I write songs, we are born to be a pair."

"What do you mean you write songs? What songs?"

"Remember the one that I wrote the beat and Chan hyung composed and you recorded the lead vocal?"

"That's... for me?"

"Yea... kind of I guess?" He said and tilting his head, "It was about how I started liking you and stuff."

"Why didn't you say it before? I was sad cause I thought you like someone else..." You said, pouting.

"Yea I do, but that person is right in front of me. Can I... be your boyfriend?"

"Fineeeee. Good night, my boyfriend hehe"

He blushed. "O-okay... Good night, babe."

[the-fab-fox]

Atten: Interest Check

Okay so. It's almost March! Which means stores and places are gonna be getting all that green, leprechaun-y, shamrock-y stuff going.

So I thought. You know what else is green and shamrock-y?

A very special young man named Trey <Middle Name> Clover.

Aw look how cute. 🥹

Anyway. So here's the pitch:

A month long fic and writing challenge featured around Trey Clover. For the month of March. (I know it's short notice but that's why I'm doing the interest check.)

I'll be real. A big part of this is due to the absolutely uncalled for hatred he has received for his dream. Y'all literally married in your mind to would be murders but Trey's dream where he wanted everyone happy is crossing a line? Like okay. Sure, Jan.

So if you're one of them, get off this post and probably unfollow me. My Trey love is too massive and insurmountable to contain. Especially this month.

But also, since Sebek's bday will be on Saint Patty's Day you'll have some prompts that feature him as well.

Okay so my thought on how it would go down:

Each week will have specific prompts that you can pick from. There will also be some free days peppered in. Lastly if you absolutely hate the prompts one week, you can absolutely just go free day. Id much rather you enjoy yourself rather than try to force a prompt you're not vibing with.

And ofc, this challenge will be for all of you. If you aren't feeling a week or get behind, no worries. This is your baby once I get it to you guys.

We just really need more Trey love in this fandom okay.

So first, things first?

Now. I'd like to hear from you guys who are interested in the replies:

Do y'all want more thematic/poetic type prompts, ship prompts, etc? And how many prompts y'all want for each week? My initial thought was two but three could be good too. Lmk.

Alright, I can't think of anything else.

Please reblog to get the word out.

[joaosnovia]

hector fort with a sassy/bossy girlfriend who is actually a sweetheart🥹 like yes she will make something out of nothing- but she also give the softest praise when she wants to?

❦ - my favourite player.

summary:: you’re hector’s sassy girlfriend (with kindness 😛)

warnings:: it’s like not a proper fic yk? it’s just a ton of scenarios but too long for headcannons idek atp

writers note:: IM SO INCONSISTENT W POSTING I NEED TO START POSTING THESE AS SSON AS IM DONE WRITING OMDS THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR HOURS.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if u wanna be added or removed

hector fort never really knew what hit him when he started dating you. you walked into his life like a storm, sharp tongue, quick comebacks, and a look that could cut through steel, but underneath that bossy, sassy exterior, you were the biggest softie he’d ever met.

he learned that early on. like the first time you two went out and he showed up three minutes late. three.

‘oh, so you thought i didn’t deserve punctuality?’ you’d said, arms crossed, hip cocked to the side. ‘is that what we’re doing now, fort?’

he scrambled with apologies, cheeks red, swearing traffic was worse than usual. you just sighed, looped your arm through his, and murmured, ‘relax, i’m messing with you. but you are paying for dessert. non-negotiable.’

he never minded paying, especially when you’d grin at him over your ice cream, that spark in your eyes softening just a bit. and god, when you’d say things like, ‘you’re lucky you’re cute,’ it did things to him he didn’t know how to explain.

but it wasn’t just the teasing. it was how you supported him, how you believed in him even when he didn’t believe in himself. after that match he’d been kicking himself over for days, missed shots, sloppy passes, you cornered him in his apartment, hands on your hips.

‘hector fort, if you don’t stop beating yourself up, i swear—’ you cut yourself off, softened. stepped closer and cupped his face, fingers warm against his skin. ‘baby, you played so well. everyone has off days. i’m proud of you.’

he melted. every damn time.

sometimes, you’d get worked up over the smallest things, like when your coffee order was wrong. ‘how hard is it to do two pumps of vanilla, not three? i’m not asking for rocket science.’ you’d huff, glance at him, and when you caught him grinning, you’d roll your eyes. ‘...whatever. wanna sip?’

he loved that you’d fight anyone and anything, but when it came to him? you handled him with care. your bossiness wasn’t mean, it was protective. you demanded respect for yourself, for him, for the people you cared about. you were fire and warmth all at once.

and hector? he’d never been happier to stand in the middle of that fire.

it was in the little things, too. the texts before his matches, ‘score a goal for me, baby. or don’t. you’re still my favorite.’ the way you’d pull him aside after a rough day and say, ‘c’mere, let me fix your hair. you look like you fought a tornado,’ fingers gentle as you smoothed back his curls.

but nothing compared to the quiet moments. like when you thought he was asleep, and you’d whisper, ‘love you, y’know? so much it’s stupid.’ like he didn’t hear you. like he didn’t tuck those words away, holding them close on the nights he missed you the most.

hector fort knew you were a lot. sassy, bossy, dramatic. but god, he wouldn’t trade it for anything. because beneath all that, you were his soft place to land. his person.

and if you wanted to make something out of nothing, throw a fit over a late pizza delivery or a movie starting five minutes past the showtime? fine. he’d let you. hell, he’d stand right beside you and complain too.

as long as, at the end of the day, he still got to be the one you smiled at like that. the one you whispered those soft, precious things to when you thought no one was listening.

because you, with all your fire and sass and sweetness, you were everything.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/burst-of-iridescent/686372912825040896/i-hope-you-dont-mind-me-adding-onto-your-post-op?source=share

"if zutara had followed through as their dynamic happened in canon, katara would have entered the partnership as an equal, marrying into a country that solely needs to make reparations. they would be getting together after the war, to the benefit of both nations. "

"none of us will marry the teenage rulers of countries that were formerly at war with ours, but many of us do know men like book 3 aang - men who take from us without giving in return, who feel entitled to our affection, who call us “their” girl, make us feel uncomfortable, and force advances on us. "

I really curious what do you think about it?

"She would enter the relationship as an equal, marrying into a country that raided her home for decades, kidnapping and killing people, and that is being FORCED to stop because ONE guy is feeling sorry about it, everyone else would have gladly kept at it" Zutarians once again trying to sweep "The Fire Nation thinks Katara is not a human being and should be killed" under the rug to pretend it is the "feminist nation" just because they wanted to genocide her too instead of just Aang.

"None of us will marry the teenage rulers of the countries that were formerly GENOCIDING US"

1 - Sexual tourism/trafficking is still a thing, dipshit, and most of the LITTLE GIRLS that end up falling victim to it are usually even younger than 14-year-old Katara. And, you guessed it, war and imperialism played a key role in what countries have more victims, and even entire systems dedicated to making money off of that kind of exploitation because surprise surprise, people who live in a country that regularly gets torn apart by a foreign power tend to be in super vulnerable situations. As someone from a country in which that is sadly still common, hearing someone literally go "NO ONE goes through anything remotely like that" made me see red.

2 - Historically, that kind of marriage (or a "marriage" that was just a kidnaping that involved a ceremony) has happened. A lot. And again, depending on where in the world you look, it still fucking happens.

3 - Every day you can find horror stories of people realizing their partner or spouse is actually a racist that either fetished them, or was ashamed of them for their race, or slowly started treating them like garbage and disrespecting their culture because they thought they could get away with it if.

And even if none of that stuff ever existed - Katara would still be in that situation if zutarians got what they wanted. She'd be a young girl marrying into a nation that hates her and would, at best, expect her to forsake her culture and family and be just the pretty, exotic, non-threatening wife, or at worst want her and Zuko dead for the crime of an interracial relationship. That's not a small obstacle to face and would very much mean Katara is NOT his equal because the natural power imballance of "My nation has been genociding yours for a hundred years" is a bit difficult to break, and this aversion to acknowledging that is what makes so many zutara fics be accidentally racist. Either make an AU to remove that entire thing, or embrace that as an obstacle that you OTP would have to fight to overcome so the fic has high stakes, but stop telling everyone to ignore the elephant in the room for the love of God.

And I won't even get into the gross mischaracterization of Aang. Katara was simping for that boy for three seasons. We repeatedly saw her get jealous when other girls were giving him attention, and her innitiating kisses with him, and her being FURIOUS when he said "I don't wanna kiss you." If you think he's a creepy stalker that forced himself on her, you're delusional. He was the best friend that had a MUTUAL crush on her and eventually became her boyfriend, you're just mad he's not Zuko (who was never into Katara, and whom she never had feelings for either)

This person desperately needs to read a book, watch the news, watch a documentary, go outside, talk to people, and touch some fucking grass because HOLY SHIT the delusion. The zutara corner really has some of the most racist motherfuckers in the entire ATLA fandom - which is saying a lot considering how racist the other corners can get.

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko looked up and locked eyes with his cousin, who was struck speechless. Then, ever so slowly, Lu Ten's lips twitched upwards. And then he smiled. And then he beamed. And then he nodded proudly once, just once, and vanished.

Lu Ten comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VII: Take Me South, only to leave Zuko with more questions than answers. Just how much is he truly aware of? When will he return? What is Zuko going to do now?

(What will the South bring?)

[cheaploafs]

no fights are ever won without sacrifice

[thefrogdalorian]

While researching Mando'a for a fic, I found out that Mandalorians call droids 'Beskar'ad' and it's just thE CUTEST THING EVER!

In Mando'a, Beskar means iron and ad means son/daughter... so droids are literally iron sons/daughters and I just:

It's sO sweet, especially when you consider how much value Mandalorian culture places on children. The fact they think of droids as iron sons or daughters is so precious!

Silly [affectionate] warrior culture that I adore :')

Also, I would do anything to witness Din Djarin's reaction to learning that information. His protectiveness towards children and hatred of droids would be the two wolves fighting inside him!!

but that won't happen because a show literally called The Mandalorian seems determined to ignore thEIR LANGUAGE

[adrift-in-thyme]

I’ve been thinking about branching out and writing some more small scenes with First and the Chain. Just like little ficlets with them getting to know each other, comforting one another, and just having some much-needed light hearted fun.

So, I’m curious

What shenanigans do you want to see First get up to with the Chain?

[szfiction]

Redefined

pairing: Shishio Tsukasa/Ishigami Senku word count: 6,889 summary: On a cold night under the light of the stars, Tsukasa grapples with the fleeting power of his own strength, the probability of his worst fears becoming a reality, and how it all connects to his feelings toward Ishigami Senku.

My first Tsukasen fic is finally here, and it's very much a character study of Tsukasa with plenty of homoerotic undertones because Tsukasa just cannot be normal when it comes to Senku. SPOILERS for the manga up to Chapter 198!

[queenie-ofthe-void]

What's our favorite version of Eddie's first name?

I've read it a few ways, but these seem to be the most popular (or just the ones I can think of on the spot)!

[arcane-vagabond]

I'm thinking of scrapping We Abide as a fic in order to write it as an actual story. Comments, questions, concerns?

[caliburn-not-calculator]

3 8 and 23 for the writer asks??

3: How do I feel about my current WIP

I have so many WIPs right now it’s ridiculous, but I’ll talk about my most popular, House a Habit

I really like this story, it’s always so nice to reread and when I’m not struggling it’s also very fun to write! It irks me a bit about how non canon compliant it is but I knew to expect that, and I’m not gonna restart or go back and change it so I just have to deal with it. Sometimes I overthink it though, get too into the weeds with character arcs and their choices, wondering if I’ve pushed it too far too soon. But I’ve kinda figured I just need to let that go, it was meant to be cute fluffy oneshots and then suddenly I grabbed Maxim’s trauma by the throat and didn’t let go oops. But it’s always so nice to see people enjoy, and how much it is loved, and that goes a long way in helping me stop overthinking it after I finish each chapter.

The comments of how it gets gayer every chapter are particularly amusing, though I’m not sure I can keep that trend up now I feel we’re hitting the ceiling of gay lol.

8: If I had to write a sequel to a fic, I’d write one for…

Hmmm, tricky question. I’d like to do another oneshot following up on Star Kissed, I just think some aimless MR-SN and VR-LA fluff would be nice, and I could explore some of the insecurities VR-LA was hinted at having. I’d also like to extend the coffee shop au, but I almost have too many ideas for that and can’t seem to pick where to go next.

But if I had to pick one, Lighthouse or Storm. I already know it won’t end with them getting together, just a resolution that their relationship could go in that direction and will be more stable, so I think continuing Maxim’s adventures with the new crew of the Sanctum and VR-LA and his developing relationship would be an interesting long fic for the future!! First I need to finish lighthouse tho…

23: Pick three keywords to describe my writing

The only half joking answer for my fic writing: copious gay yearning

For my personal writing: overthought, poetic, introspection (or insanity lol)

Overthought applies to all my writing though, I get a bit too in the weeds sometimes