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jeanystillbeany · 4 months ago

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BillFord Fic

I haven’t gotten invited to ao3 yet so I’ll just post it here anyway. It doesn’t have a name so I’ll just post a teaser or whatever. Idfk. It’s a billford fic ig. As soon as I get ao3 I’ll post it on there. I do have more written. I’m just taking the first part for a test drive. Let me know ur thoughts! (Literally anything- name suggestions scene suggestions, if i should post it on ao3, explanations etc.)

Entry 167: Series 6

Out of all the curiosities I’ve studied in my travels, this has to be one of the most shocking enigmas yet. This timeline had the bottom story of the shack left with two gaping holes at the top. In fact, it’s as though the shack grew legs and walked away. Which is completely bizarre- even for a weirdness magnet such as Gravity Falls, Oregon. The countless timelines I’ve visited so far were nowhere near this level of insanity. This level of… intrigument. The state of the timeline has this enrapturing effect on me.

Recently the timelines I’ve been traveling through have had a different variable. Two in fact. As it turns out, me and my brother have a great-grandniece and nephew. Dipper and Mabel. While I’ve been careful to not interact with any timelines I’ve found myself caught up in (especially after that incident with the Time Police), I still somehow find myself growing attached to the two. For the past few months I’ve been observing them through the different timelines I’ve traveled to. There has also been the reoccurring pattern of their other ‘Gruncle’ re-emerging from the same portal I find myself appearing from every few days. I’ve been waiting… counting down the days til it’s my turn. And yet, I still don’t understand why I continue to keep that false hope in my pocket. The multiverse is infinite. The chances of me ever finding my home universe is nearly pointless. While I could always take the place of another Stanford… The Time Police would be on my case in a second. I also understand that the multiverse I was sent to wasn’t the same one as the other Stanfords. While I’m dealing with infinites of my brother, they were dealing with beasts beyond basic human comprehension… and yet I’d much rather that than to be cursed knowing I’d never get home. To see Dipper and Mabel fail… over and over… with myself unable to assist… sometimes I thought it was driving me mad.

I’ve certainly spent more time reciting the last few entries than I should’ve. So I shall continue with the present. The shambles of my lab have made for an adequate shelter. (Save for the 2 overgrown hairless mole rats I’ve needed to fight off for my rations). The sky appears to be a blood red, many of the familiar surrounding trees were reduced to brambles, probably by some larger species I’d like to take the time to investigate at a later hour. This area has been intensely modified compared to the other Gravity Falls I’ve been in. I have a hunch this is due to the large vortex that ripped through the dimension. (That was in fact sarcasm my dear reader). So far I’ve studied and dissected one of those overgrown Eye-Bats that can turn a person to stone just by looking at them. From memory; I will promise they were much smaller and could not turn one to stone in my own timeline. Why would anyone feel the need to weirdify these anomalies? Some sort of apocalypse has settled over this world. Whether or not it was always like this is unknown. I’m leaning towards the latter though. I shortly ran out of things to do after examining my last two specimens and I itched for more information on these preternatural creatures.

Ford sat in what was left of his desk chair and kicked his feet up. He would kill for a mug of coffee right now.

Ford ran a hand through his hair. Since the portal incident, he’s grown it out. He’s grateful he didn’t cut it when he could. It more than likely would’ve exaggerated the up and coming gray hair. Though… he shouldn’t exactly care how he looks because he’s not supposed to be seen in other timelines according to the Time Police. In the end, he still does get a fond satisfaction of knowing he’s at least well kept. And mistakes happen. He continues to have the same clothing pattern of turtle necks- though he only ever wears them underneath his long coat. It proved to be very useful when traveling timelines. The amount of pockets he had to keep so many samples in almost seemed like cheating. He also always had his bag with him. Most of his pockets aren’t big enough for his journal, and he’s filled up a couple while he was traveling timelines. His love of pockets also extended to his lower half making sure to have maximum pockets on his cargo pants. He even bothered with a hidden one in his shoe for an emergency lock pick. If that wasn’t enough, his obsession with Sci-Fi led to him wanting to live it to its full extent, so naturally he put knives in both heels of his boots as well.

Normally he’d care that there were some contaminated combat boots being rubbed all over his desk. But now? He thought he might as well embrace the end of the world. He loved his family to death, but if any of them saw him in a timeline other than his origin the whole universe would collapse in on itself, and they would be the ones dead. Ford could always scramble back to his portal and go to the next timeline. According to the Time Police that is. Though there have been many instances where he has intervened in his earlier days with no consequence.

The man mindlessly fiddled with his gun on the inside pocket of his coat. He wanted to study more. Maybe the giant gash in the sky was the root of his greatest mystery! He unhooked his heels from the edge of his desk and swung them around towards the bunker hatch. He pushed himself off from the armrests of the chair. Stanford climbed up the ladder and popped his head out of the bunker. He supposed the first step would be to find a lookout point. If he was lucky he might be able to stay in one place long enough to do a quick sketch of this timeline’s situation. The first place Stanford’s mind drifted was his abandoned UFO- though it was identified and no longer flying, so he dubbed it the alien spacecraftt. It gave a perfect view of the entire town and was rather close to his current position. Ford gave a once over of everything in his satchel. He plucked out his journal in order to sift through the small bit of food, water and any other trinkets he had before neatly replacing it and went on his way.

As Ford traveled he kept a hand on his gun. Aside from the terrors the scientist was getting antsy to encounter, he was the only other sound he heard. His boots trudged along the ground -making distinct squishing sounds- as though he were walking in his own wet socks. The ground beneath him was unnaturally wet causing the uncomfortable feeling. There was the occasional shuffle as he adjusted his jacket to the odd temperatures. Ford made a mental note to journal about the seemingly miniature air masses that drastically changed the temperatures in as little as every few feet he walked. The long coat was currently adjusted to be draped over his shoulders, as Ford found this to be a happy medium and made a constant grip on his gun easier.

A rumble struck the ground just as Ford’s own foot hit the earth. The man felt a jitter course through him, crawling up his spine.

“Another weirdness wave!” The man exclaimed with much more enthusiasm than anyone else trapped in this hell bubble ever would. He licked the first two of his fingers and raised them up in the air, turning them at different angles until he found the direction that gave his moistened fingers the most chill. After finding the wind direction he quickly hid behind a tree and scrambled through his bag. His six-fingered hand reemerged with a sort of hand made device. It was made from old lab parts created during his first few days in this timeline. It allowed him to calculate the intensity of the weirdness wave and further study its properties. He carefully placed the machine away from the cover of the tree and braced himself for things to get weird.

The wave passed over Stanford relatively easily and he observed no mutations to himself. Stanford went to pick up his wave reader when-

“Oh. How peculiar… Shit.” The man’s handmade invention had grown to compete with the surrounding forest’s pine trees. For a moment the Author thought that he would be unable to run. For a moment the Author believed he was frozen in time. For a moment he saw himself as a child. For a moment he saw his brother. For a moment he saw the twins.

Stanford found the right gears that made the joints in his legs move. This was no longer his invention. It had grown six legs of its own. The calculator screen that was once used as a makeshift reader display was its mouth and the antenna was its tongue. Ford was tempted to take a picture, though he doubted such would be worth his life. He raced through the forest. It was almost as if its size grew due to this oddity apocalypse. The scientist didn’t have a chance. Every time he heaved himself over a log, the creature could bash itself right through it after him. He needed to think of something… he’d kill to meet his niece and nephew.

The Author took out his loaded gun as he ran through the brambles. He took a sharp turn, causing the monster to slide in an effort to regain its balance. Ford began to aim as the creature was tipped onto its side. It landed with a loud thump, causing multiple mutated birds to fly away startled. Stanford lowered his gun and stood stunned in front of his creation, as its legs flailed about, damaging the surrounding shrubbery.

“Intriguing!” Ford quickly snapped a picture. As much as he’d like to inspect the helpless thing more, he deemed it safer to continue with his original task. He would’ve stayed longer if one of the monster’s legs didn’t reach out and claw at his coat, tearing it down its side. A bit closer and the scientist would’ve been seriously injured. He jumped back and continued with his task of sketching this new timeline. He also made a mental note to log his encounter in the journal when he was in the clear.

He finally made it to the spacecraft. Ford would definitely consider using this as a hideout in this world. Contrary to Ford’s belief, the state of this timeline was only in Gravity Falls. He remembers studying the Natural Law of Weirdness Magnetism as a younger man, but he never believed it could affect anything to this extent. Ford sat down atop the spacecraft. He snapped a picture of the surrounding scene.

Entry 167 B. Series 6

There seemed to be a large barrier encasing Gravity Falls. More than likely the Natural Law of Weirdness Magnetism. I’ve studied the topic before and have come up with a simple equation to break it. The scene before me is both exhilarating and dread ensuing. To even think about the situations my brother and the kids have gone through haunts me. I want nothing more than to be able to talk with them. Even if it’s not my universe. I want to hear their stories and watch them grow up… I wish for my own universe. I’ve traveled the timelines for much too long. I’ve watched them. But I want to see them. To meet my Mabel, my Dipper, my Stanley. I want to meet my family. But where would I even start? The time police?

I looked off to the sunless horizon and noticed a large pink orb sitting dead center of the train tracks with Mabel’s zodiac on it. My breathing sputtered. Just what were these kids into this timeline? I decided it’d be best to head back to the lab. I’d like to be there when the portal reopens.

Maybe… maybe I can try one more time. My sentence is already high enough as it is with the Time Police… I want to help my niece and nephew… no matter what universe they’re in. There has to be a reason the Time Police aren’t on my tail by now… especially after that monster was created. I’ll spend the night at the lab again and work on relocating to the spacecraft tomorrow. Then I’ll find my brother.

Ford replaced his bookmark into his journal and brushed himself off. He stood up on the roof of the dead spaceship and gave one last glance at the world he found himself in before beginning the few hour trek to where the Mystery Shack once stood. Stanford was nearly to his hideout. About where he left the wave reading monster. There was one problem that had unnerved the Author for more than one reason. A question that bubbled out of his mouth as soon as he seen the large clearing in the trees where the monster had been discarded.

“Where is it?” His question was shortly answered as a screech was heard not too far behind him.

“Fuck! Are you Serious?!” The scientist grumbled and quickened his pace. It was following him. Either it had extremely sensitive hearing or it was tracking him by scent. Whatever the case was, his hands itched to jot it down in his journal. He didn’t have much time for that as he found himself being chased by the beast once again. Ford continued to race to the lab and attempted to slide into the underground space. The mechanical creature’s claw lurched out and nicked his back, sending him flying forward and creating another large hole in the roof. He landed ungraciously on the floor of his lab with a groan. As a last resort Ford turned over on his back and began shooting wildly through the crack. The mechanical anomaly screeched as it was shot at, retreating immediately. Ford felt the back of his coat begin to soak and his vision blur. The tips of his finger began to numb as his arm fell to the ground.

With one last screech, a fourth hole was punctured into the top of the lab, right over the portal, leaving Ford’s escape in shambles. He would’ve screamed, or yelped with his hand held out dramatically as any Author such as himself would, but that was the last sight seen before he passed out completely.

“Do you think it’s dead?”

“I say we eat it”

“Dudes. Is it just me? Or does it kinda look like Mr. Pines.”

“Soos. It has SIX FINGERS! SIX! It had to be some sort of clone… or- or… imposter.” Pages began to flip in the background of the following commotion. Quiet muttering was also heard following each turn of paper- though it was mostly blocked out by the pounding in Ford’s head.

“Mr. Pines… do you… know anything about this?” Ford was becoming conscious enough to pick out voices. This seemed to be the only female among the group.

“Stanford…?” This was a new voice. Much older than the others. It wavered as it said his name- effectively snapping him out of the painful slumber he was in.

Ford started with a groan and his eyes squinted shut, adjusting to the abnormal light- even for the living world. In this universe that is.

“Dudes. It’s waking up.” Ford mumbled and rubbed his head. Thankfully the wound on his back didn’t go that deep into his back. Though the semi-dried blood latching the fabric of his coat to himself was very uncomfortable.

“Sixer!” Stanford opened his eyes just in time to see the back of a tacky red hat by the side of his head. Arms enveloped his shoulders partially helping Ford keep himself up.

“Stanley…” The scientist just barely breathed out.

“STANLEY?!” Ford couldn’t be bothered to look up from his brother’s shoulder at the other’s exclaimation

“Is anyone else confused right now? Cause I’m confused.” Soos commented. Stanley sighed before releasing his disoriented brother.

“Kids, Soos, I want you to meet… the author of the journals.” Stan was hesitant to let go of his brother, as though if he let go of his brother’s shoulder he’d disappear back into the fabrics of existence. Dipper did an excited squeal and almost ran up to properly greet his practical obsession, but Wendy put a calm hand on his shoulder to stop him from ruining the two brothers' moment. She decided she needed more context with her boss’ secret twin before Dipper butted in.

“Stanley. I need- I need to tell you something.” Stanford’s voice wavered with guilt. As multiple scenarios ran through his head. More than likely this wasn’t his universe. He doesn’t know what happened to his own timeline, or this one… though it’s not like he can continue traveling timelines with the portal busted. Ford opened his mouth to speak- but no sound came out as a thought surfaced to his head.

‘…what if this is my timeline? What if the portal busted for a reason? Maybe… I can stay a while. They need my help…’

“Yeah?” Stanley asked- a small smile almost suppressed on his face.

“…I missed you.” Ford sighed out. He pulled Stan back into him. The other man slapped his back playfully with a goofy grin. Ford winced and let out a small yelp.

“Oh… forgot about that. Welp. I smiled too little in the past 3 weeks to smile this much now. Let’s get back to the shack.” As if on queue, an ominous roar shook the ground under them.

“Agreed.” Wendy said.

“Yup, yup, yup, let’s go!” Soos hauled Dipper over his shoulder and sprinted out of the Lab and everyone else followed. Ford found himself lingering for a moment- his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the remains of his portal. It’s gone. It’s all gone.

“Hey, bro. Let’s get out of here, ‘k?” Stanley put his hand on Ford’s shoulder, offering a hopefully comforting smile.

“We have a lot to talk about Stanley…” Similar to any other earth tremble, the earth shook following the signs of a beast approaching.

“Yeah, yeah. Can we do that later?” Stanley tugged his brother along by the back of his coat leading him out of the lab. Stanford followed behind- occasionally wincing from the pulling on his jacket.

#bill cipher #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #gravityfalls #gravity falls stanford #gravity falls bill #fanfic #gravity falls fanfiction #billford fic #this is my first time doing this I feel like ford after coming back through the portal #the book of bill #I still need to read the book of bill lol #billford #weirdmageddon #gravity falls weirdmageddon #gravity falls wendy

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sapphicseasapphire · 10 months ago

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Hi! I hope you don't mind me asking a question about your CAC AU no longer being LU. Will you be changing anything about the characters that have been compressed? Ex: Four being both Minish Cap, Four Swords, and Four Swords Adventures Link. I'd also like to know if anything else significant is changing with the story, but that's a pretty broad ask 😅

Actually, second question that's only sorta related and that you may have answered in the past but I don't remember (sorry if that's the case ;-;) is the FSA manga canon? Specifically Shadow Link being like, an actual character.

Looking forward to seeing more of our favorite cryptids, esp now that you have more creative freedom <3

Thank you for asking! I think I’m gonna keep the Links that I have, simply because I have so much already written for them and unmerging them would wreak havoc on my storylines. I JUST figured out Four, I don’t want to change them haha!

As far as story changes, I don’t think there’s much I can tell you because I haven’t really said a lot about what the actual story is. I have my little comics, but they’re honestly just little oneshots to explore the characters’ interactions. Salt and Sea, for example, my comic focused on Wind and Legend, isn’t necessarily canon and doesn’t take place within any specific plot. My Sky and Time comic is more plot-relevant but… Okay so I got a little impatient with that one. The Sky and Time comic is the God Reveal comic, and the God Reveal should take place in a story line that I’ve been calling “Grounded.” But this version happens outside of Grounded, for the sake of not spoiling it. But like… the interaction will be mostly the same. It’s hard to explain.

Some of the big arcs that I have planned are: I am Sky (which functions as a prologue to the Cryptid au), Grounded (which is my largest storyline BY FAR, containing the God Reveal, Ravio, Four Splits Reveal, and MUCH MORE), one that just the title of is a spoiler, but it contains the curse reveal (among other things. Shadow. Legend of the Godkiller. Exciting stuff, I think). Some more miscellaneous ideas that I have yet to give names to, nor organize. And then the au actually has an epilogue that’s centered around Time, which… has made me cry when I planned it. But. You know. Spoilers.

I don’t think I can properly express just how BIG this story is. I feel overwhelmed by it, sometimes. I can’t quite put it into words yet, but there will be fics at some point. More comics. And more lore dumps!

I actually have answered a question about the FSA manga and Shadow, but that was a long time ago and I don’t expect you to read through my millions of posts. But yes! Shadow is a real character in the Cryptid au! I’ve been pretty tight lipped about it since it’s kind of… later on in the story. I’m trying SO HARD not to spoil anything haha!

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #i answered question #sapphire rambles way too long #links meet au

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goosewriting · 9 months ago

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Dating Pyre

for some reason the ask disappeared from my inbox ;;-;; but luckily i had written it down. this was requested by anon (as a reply to this post):

In that case, I'd love general relationship headcanons with pyre? Just reader being all mushy mushy with him omg If this doesn't spark any inspiration though, feel free to ignore :))

summary: general relationship headcanons with Pyre

relationship: Commander Pyre x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

A/N: im so sorry this took forever! i’ve been thinking about this ask every single day. i hoped that doing some good ol’ bullet list headcanons could get me back into writing, and i think it worked :D thank you sm for the request and the patience dear anon! hope you like it<3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Pyre likes to be in control.

He’s protective without being smothering.

He does have a reputation to uphold to after all, being a commander and everything

so PDA is off the table.

Any flirty comments and intimate moments are reserved for behind closed doors.

If you’re a civilian, he just straight up hires you so you can go with him wherever he’s deployed. You end up being his assistant, secretary or get a job at the hangar if you’re anything adjacent to engineering.

If you’re enlisted as a stormtrooper, he makes sure you’re always in his assigned squadron.

He definitely uses his position to make things easier for you if anything happens.

You’re not feeling well? He’s literally your boss, and you also share a bed, so he brings you tea and lets you sleep in.

Someone treats you unjustly? They’re getting a scolding from the commander before their shift ends.

You complain about it being a little cold in your office because the heater broke down and they haven’t sent anyone to fix it yet? It’s not only fixed by the next rotation, you also get an apology letter from the maintenance department.

All these gestures to accommodate you don’t come without consequences, though; he might have received a warning or two from his superiors after pulling something which was evidently in your favour.

You keep telling him to treat you like all other employees, but he just can’t help it. He wants you to be safe and comfortable.

Which really stems from a deep fear of you leaving him.

Pyre isn’t necessarily emotionally constipated or unavailable, but he has trouble processing Big Feelings sometimes, especially when you’re nearby.

He’s scared he’ll lash out at you and take out his anger on you when a mission went badly, or when he’s having a bad day, and that you’ll be scared of him or even disgusted by him.

So before he gets to his quarters in the evening, he’ll try to let off all the pent-up steam; be it more proactively through physical exercises, or sometimes by lashing out at the poor stormtrooper that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He also may or may not have put a few mouse droids out of commission.

Since he does all this when you’re not around, it takes you some time to not only come to know of his actions, but even more to figure out what’s happening.

Once you sit him down to assure him that he’s allowed to have bad days and be frustrated and angry, and that you’re not going to think less of him because of it, he learns to deal with it better.

If it isn’t regarding any confidential missions, he might actually seek out your advice on how to deal with things, and you’re more than happy to help.

Once the doors are closed and the helmet comes off, though, it’s like he’s a different man.

When you sleep, he clings onto you.

He loves to wind down by sitting down on the floor between your legs with his back to you as you sit on the couch, his head resting on one of your thighs as you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. You tell him about your day while you do this. He sits there with his eyes closed and letting out the occasional grunt or sigh, but be assured he’s listening intently, mentally making notes here and there to ask you about later on.

Pyre is very thorough with the upkeep of his golden armour and equipment, and you’re the only one allowed to clean his helmet and blaster in the rare occasion he’s unable to do it himself.

As for pet names, if you’re into that, I think he’d call you sweetheart or darling. You mostly stick to his first name since you’re one of the very few who even knows it, but you like to call him Commander Tin Can when you tease him.

He’s also very attentive to your physical needs, and quickly picked up on your cues for hunger, sleep, etc. Sometimes it seems like he knows what you want even before you realise yourself.

As for himself, it took a while for you to learn how to read him. When in commander mode, he’s quite stoic and distant. But the moment it’s just the two of you, he relaxes. It’s subtle, but you learned to read his body language, and now you also notice when he comes home stiff or upset.

Once you both learn how to communicate properly, your arguments drop to basically zero.

Every now and then though, just to get a reaction out of him, you’ll place a kiss on the visor of his helmet after he’s done cleaning and polishing it; a little surprise for him to find the next morning. It’s always fun to see his conflict as he feels bad for wiping it away, but he’s also a bit rattled at the sight of his helmet not being spotless like he left it. He’d always walk up to you and tell you that “if you wanted to kiss him so badly, then you should do it properly instead”, right before pinning you to the wall and taking his sweet time with you.

All in all, Pyre is a pretty solid partner, always looking out for you. Of course, you try your best to return the favour, which mostly comes in the shape of words of reassurance and soft caresses.

One sure way to disarm him completely when you’re both in bed and he can’t sleep, is by placing kiss after kiss all over his face. The way he sighs and melts into your touch is intoxicating.

One time you were in the hangar talking to Pyre, talking something over before he leaves on a shuttle. Once you were done and he was about to turn around to go up the ramp to the ship, you said your goodbyes and a “take care, I love you” slipped out right as two stormtroopers were walking past you two with some crates. All four of you froze on the spot; it wasn’t a secret that you and the commander were a thing, but Pyre had made it clear from the start that he wouldn’t want this kind of interactions to reach prying ears or eyes. It was your first and only slip-up, so you were unsure of how he would react, and what to do. One of the troopers cleared their throat and carried on as if nothing had happened, the other one following suit. Once they were out of earshot, you were about to apologise to him, but with his visor cast down to the floor, he wordlessly took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze before effectively turning around and boarding the ship. Unbeknownst to you, that man was sporting a violent blush underneath the helmet.

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#goose feathers #star wars resistance x reader #sw resistance x reader #commander pyre x reader #star wars pyre x reader #star wars x reader

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birdiebortnik · 29 days ago

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oh it is 4 AM and this is probably riddled with typos but here we go <3

Fanfic Writer Review

Omg! Thank you @harumin24 for tagging me! <3<3<3<3 (spamming you with hearts)

“How many works do you have on Ao3?”

I have seven! With hopes of more. Six of them are multi-chapter stories, one is from a gift exchange I did a million years ago for a fandom I'm no longer in lmao, and two of them are WIPs.

“Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?”

White Catchfly- 812

Here I Am- 343

Meadow Sweet Fennel- 262

Acropolis- 144

I don’t endorse the gift exchange fic, that was a different me from a different time but i refuse to delete it cause like one or two people have it bookmarked.

“Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?”

Yes yes yes! Comments make my heart leap out of my chest and smile like a darn fool for hours! I have a little routine where I only respond to comments once I’ve posted the next chapter of my story cause I am such a slow writer I’m pretty convinced that every reader has totally forgotten the fic exists. Unfortunately because of the debilitating adhd sometimes responding to comments and DM’s about finished stories is still on the docket (IM GETTING TO IT I PROMISE!)

“What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?”

Oh ho ho ho ho. I write angsty angsty shit. But that being said, I don’t want my readers to leave feeling hopeless and crushed. I want to balance out the whump and hurt with some reality of hope. I put a bob the drag queen quote at the end of all my fics, “everything works out in the end, so if things aren’t working out it is not the end.” I put this on there mainly for my readers in case they need to hear it, but I also want to reflect it within my stories. I’m not going for tragic for tragedies' sake but I’m also not going for cartoonishly happy endings, I’m trying to hit a middle ground. All of that being said I think right now the angstiest ending I’ve written is for White Catchfly— the children have returned from Narnia and are re-learning their lives in England. Much has been lost with this ending and there’s trepidation in the future.

However, Green Carnations is a strong contender because it ends when Ben is really just starting his life and there’s this kind of impending cloud that is the events of canon in the distance.

(Rest assured I have much angstier endings planned mwahahahahah).

“What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?”

Hmm! I think it’s a toss up between Here I Am and Acropolis. Here I Am ends with hope after INTENSE angst and honestly I kind of regret that, I was a little burnt out on that fic when it was time to write the ending and I don’t think I gave it all the care it deserved. To remedy that I’d love to write some one-shots to expand, but I just need some ideas (if any here i am fans are out there and you have prompts my asks and dms are open!). On the other hand, Acropolis isn’t as angsty overall and the last chapter is pretty cute (if I do say so myself) with family bonding, sibling fun, music, etc.

“Do you write crossovers?”

I do not as of now. I’m less fandom focused and less ship focused and much much more character focused so I tend to hone in one detail/person which doesn’t really lend itself to balancing crossovers.

“Have you ever received hate on a fic?”

No! Thank goodness and knock on wood. My fics are pretty specific so I assume anyone clicking on them knows what they’re in for. I’ve gotten some odd comments (I think only on Here I Am), but nothing I would call hate.

“Do you write smut? If so, what kind?”

I haven’t. Not yet at least. I don’t think I’m really attracted to writing smut for smut’s sake. Though its something im a little torn about— a lot of my stories have themes of coming into one’s sexuality and there have been several instances already and I have more instances and scenes planed where moments of sexuaity/description of sexuality would make sense narratively and I do fully believe in sex being a useful literary device but I’m unsure how to navigate being more detailed than vague reference, shadowy description, and fade to black. We shall see what the future holds I suppose!

“Have you ever had a fic stolen?”

Not to my knowledge.

“Have you ever had a fic translated?”

Nope!

“Have you ever co-written a fic before?”

I haven’t! My writing tends to happen in a late night adhd coffee fueled frenzy and also tends to center around real specific headcanons and smaller fandoms so I’m not sure my writing lifestyle is very conducive to co-writing.

“What’s your all-time favourite ship?”

Alas, I am not really a ship person. I get it, I do. But like i said earlier, I’m much more individual character focused. However when I think of character pairs that should smooch cause they seem very in love the first pairs that come to mind are Harry and Dale from twin peaks (i never finished the show but I don’t platonically grab my friends noses, what’s that about dale, huh?) and the roman solider and cowboy from night of the museum who invented romance. Am I only thinking of those two pairs cause its four am? WAIT! I do love Legolas/Gimli I do love that.

“What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?”

Crying. Sobbing. Kicking. Screaming. I have started so many WIPs. I’ve only posted the ones I’m 100% going to finish, but in the drafts are a three musketeers fic, a merlin fic, a boy meets world fic (i’m almost done with it, I have hope!), a boys in the boat fic (i loved the movie interpretations of the lads as characters, but the more i sit on the this fic, the more i remember they were based off real people and i get a lil uncomfy), two white collar fics, a flash fic, a she loves me fic (yes, the broadway musical), dead boy detective fics (ill probably never finish those alas), lotr, abbot elementary, thelma (2024), i started a parks and rec one once upon a time, a modern family fic, stranger things (the hyperfixation lasted maybe a week if that), two marvel fics, a prodigal son fic, dr who, that show with the dog hudson and rex, and i just started a open a doc for my current fast and furious tangent

I know this sounds like so much and it is, but only a few of these are more than a page. Some of them are just a title and blank doc or one paragraph. When I say i have adhd i mean it. I open a doc for almost every show I watch.

“What are your writing strengths?”

Oy gavalt. Something I try and take care to do is root a lot of things in the body of the characters which I think helps with fleshing out the descriptions of emotions. I also think I’m alright at coming up with the one way gate— that being the plot moment that the characters can not come back from (romeo killing tybalt for example) but i'm still working on making it all more succinct and fleshed out.

“What are your writing weaknesses?”

In a big picture sense— plot. Sometimes I feel like my characters show up on the page, have emotions, and then it's the end. Goodnight goodbye. Recently i feel like i’ve forgotten some of my tactics in plotting things out so I’m trying to go back to that. In conjunction with this, I’m really not good at the ticking clock (in reference to Charles’ Baxter’s lecture on aspects of an effective plot). I feel like my characters are seldom in a plot enhancing time crunch. I’m working on it.

In a none big picture way— yall i’ve got to come up with another way to communicate what’s going on with a character besides describing their breath. Maybe its cause i have asthma so im just like really aware of what my lungs are doing but my characters breathing is so constantly central to how im communicating with them and i feel like it gets repetitive.

“What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?”

I’ve done it! It’s really hard! I provide translations whenever I do it to keep readers in the loop. When I was writing russian dialogue for here i am I was instantly hit with how my russian is much more of a russian/ukrainian/yiddish familect and while my speaking/understanding is a little better I had 0 formal reading/writing education. A kind soul fluent in like proper academic russian volunteered to help me out, but man, it was tough.

I have other fics in the works (-ish, you saw my wip list, im freaking toast, dude) where I have characters who I want to represent speaking in another language that I have no experience with which is really intimidating especially since fluency is so dependant on location and culture and time and colloquialisms that can be impossible to translate when you’re not fluent yourself.

All that to say, I want to speak and write about every language but rn I’m focused on getting out of bed so we’ll see what happens lmao.

“What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?”

I’m vibrating in place. Again y’all saw my wip list. It’s out of control. It’s hard to say cause my brain jumps from idea and focus to idea and focus so rapidly that I don’t really know what’s on the horizon. I will say, one that I’ve not really worked on in a serious way, as my ideas are very scattered, but I keep coming back to is White Collar. A Neal fic may very well be on its way (wow, a fic where a traumatized man realizes he’s gay, so original avi, you’ve never written something like that before! Listen, ill write it a million times over leave me alone).

However, a way out of left field fleeting fixation that is calling to me from the google docs is fast and furious. I’ve watched one film. That’s it, one film, the first one. I have no plans to watch any more. HOWEVER, there is a character in the first film that is barely expanded upon, dies, and does not come back in any of the other films. And let me tell you, my brain is seeing an opportunity here, like Ben from Lupin, this kid is a blank canvas with like zero canon details that I want to craft an entire life story for, a story that certainly no one will read but i do want to write.

“What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?”

You’re going to make me choose from all my babies? My beautiful children?

Listen— White Catchfly has a special place in my heart as the seed of Larch and the first project I started and finished.

Here I Am does not make the cut because though i love it, like i said, i got a little burnt out and im not proud of every chapter

Acropolis gets an honorable mention cause it gets no love (thats so okay i knew exactly what i was getting into writing a side character focused no powers au for a fandom where the powers are like 99% of it) and i think its cute and its the first medical trauma fic ive written which makes it unique

Green Carnations, my child, my beloved. I love it so much, it was such a labor of love. This was one of the fics that is like 99% me cause it’s about a character with no canon details and i made up all of it so the few and mighty comments on it are so special cause my dear readers are getting no canon and all me and it just floors me that they clicked on the fic and stuck around.

However, the winner at the moment is Meadow Sweet Fennel. Technically its not over yet, we’ve still got one more chapter. I really love this fic. The larch series is one of my favorites to work on and this was the first larch story where i got to explore the historical component which is one of the main aspects of the series. This fic really felt like a step up from White Catchfly, i think my writing really matured with this fic and it feels like a sturdy push into the rest of the larch series and one of the largest most impactful steps in getting to the stories yet to come. <3

I don’t really have other fic writing pals but if any writers following me feel compelled i tag you!

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aranarumei · 1 month ago

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10 17 24 I think was the last one. hi kiri Ask game :)

ask me something from this list?

putting these answers under a cut bc it got long

10: what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

okay I need to do some research for this one. I think this question means to ask, like, how long I’ve just… not worked on something before coming back to it and completing it? and that’s different from “how long have you worked on a project” which is… also a bit hard to determine. I’ll just note some interesting spans of time, then. my current WIP has existed in some form since October of 2021, which is fun. I’ve definitely spent a good 6 months not touching it in the slightest, maybe longer during the early years, but I’ve not finished this one yet. I am committed to completing this, though. it’s just a fic that takes and deserves a lot of work. apart from that, I’ve been writing vague scenes related to freed & laxus’s relationship, and snippet #4 was written 2 whole years after snippet #3. so I’m definitely someone who can return to old ideas… especially around 2021 and forward, my style hasn’t deviated enough for me to really never want to return back to any of it. so I tend to add to fics I haven’t touched in a long time. my ideas usually just hang in unpublished limbo for years, sadly. most of it will probably never see the light of day even though I like it. I’m trying to get more comfortable just posting scenes with little context, but it’s tough.

as for published stuff, for “bloom” I wrote the first scene in September of 2019, and then started working on it again in September 2020, which is when I then posted it.

17: talk about your writing and editing process

oh boy… how do I talk about this. I’m unsure even how to describe any of it.

like titles, I think my fic ideas stem from two places: the “point” and “concept” at hand. sometimes I’ll think “oh, this situation would be really fun to explore” (like, hanzawa showing up in the case files of jeweler richard) and work from there to figure out what the main idea of that story would look like (okay, so I think this would lead into discussing how hanzawa puts up a façade, and seigi’s influence would change him in a way that is impactful yet minimal enough to work for merging both canons), and sometimes I’ll think “oh, I really want to express this aspect of a story / character” (I want to write about what interests me regarding hanzawa and tashiro’s relationship) and have to figure out how to get there (I can have them discuss hanzawa’s dyed hair during club practice, and expand that out into various musings).

these usually start out with me just like… writing a scene, if I’ve got a vision of one in mind, but some just start out with like. a topic sentence. it depends how clear I am on what I’m doing. These days I outline more often, so I tend to hash out the concept alone or with a friend, collecting various ideas for how I might expand on whatever I initially thought, so it can actually be a complete piece of work. I first start by outlining various “scenes” or “moments” I think would work, and then I try to break it down into way more detail and build stuff out. for longer things, I might have extra notes just analyzing various parts of the piece.

writing is usually just pretty much… sitting down and doing it. I tend to write scene by scene, and write later scenes only when it’s like, I’ve got a perfect vision of how it’ll go and have to write it down. so I can have snippets of stuff that shows up later, but it’s not usually intentional. for fics where I have a detailed outline of bullet points, I stick that section of the outline in my draft and write while going through each bulleted point. delete a bullet point every time I complete that bit, until I’m done with the scene.

I edit a bit as I go, but to not get too stuck, if I’m struggling for words I tend to put that bit in square brackets [like so]. when I edit, I usually ctrl+f for these square brackets and try to address any notes I might’ve written down. then I like to just read through it and either mark it up as I go or just fix it as I go. it depends on the level of work something might need. I edit scene by scene, though when I edit is up to when I feel like it. sometimes it’s just at the end, or other times I write a scene, edit the scene, and then write the next one. if I can, I’ll sometimes get someone else to read over a scene, especially if I feel unsure about the direction.

lastly, I like to sleep or rest my eyes before doing a final check for grammar, spelling, and formatting. in general I like to try and have “fresh eyes” while editing!

24: how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

…do I? I feel like I almost always want to write and want to be creative. Usually it’s life that’s hampering me. but there’s definitely times when words feel beyond me. I usually just sleep, or I try to switch formats… instead of prose, why not bullet point my way through it first? or talk through it and just vocalize all the dialogue? or I switch to handwriting text, or I change the font so what I’m working on looks visually different to before. I think that helps the work feel less stale. I also love talking to other people, because that makes me get a bit of external motivation.

#kiri.txt #ask #ask game #sunluvclub

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rexxdjarin · 1 year ago

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(I’m not the anon who sent you hate about Mari!)

I really do mean this in the nicest way possible. This is not intended to insult or belittle you or your writing style at all. I just want to maybe help clear up what some people might find “problematic” about Mari (but the hate anon obviously did a poor job of voicing their complaints because it was very destructive criticism rather than constructive criticism).

I think the misconceptions about Mari stem from the fact that the majority of scenes in both Captain’s Log and Unwritten (I have read both many times) are just smut and lack a true emotional connection between Rex and Mari beyond being physical. That gives off the vibe that their relationship is only rooted in sex and that it’s the only saving grace of the relationship. Sex and love can be mutually exclusive. I understand wanting to write a sexually-liberated female character, because society severely represses women of their sexuality, but sometimes I feel like Rex and Mari are only together because of their physical attraction to one another. Additionally, there is major emphasis on Mari’s beauty from every single character (other than Rex): Shaeeah Lawquane, Omega, Wrecker, Gregor, Echo, Fives, Wolffe...the list goes on. None of her other personality traits are really complimented, just her looks. That might be problematic to some people because it fails to look at Mari as a whole person. Expanding on her intelligence, empathy, and fearlessness in both stories might help counterbalance her seductive nature while not discounting it.

Also, you reblog posts that include details about Rex and Mari’s relationship in the tags, and that’s the only tell about how Mari helps the clones. The audience doesn’t see that in the actual stories because there’s no explicit subplot that shows Mari helping Padmé in the Senate during the Clone Wars. So for those who only read the story, they wouldn’t know Mari’s political background with Padmé, other than an offhand mention of it.

Again, this is no hate toward you. I’m just trying to help elucidate the arguments against Mari. You’re an amazing writer and I admire you so much for your dedication and passion for your stories! I sincerely hope this doesn’t hurt your feelings because that isn’t what I intended at all. I’m open to hearing what your response to these claims, in case I missed something in both stories; you’re the expert!

I don’t even know what to say to any of this. Because despite literally every single thing I’ve put into this story, as much emotion as I can possibly put into the subject matter, I still have people saying and believing this.

Like first of all, Unwritten isn’t finished. I am only 3 chapters in. I have not gotten to explain any of the times she has done things and will do to help the clones politically socially etc. I literally haven’t written them yet.

Captain’s Log started as a reader, so a lot of the things I attribute to Mari weren’t initially in that story because it didn’t start out as being an OC story.

At the end of the day, I feel like I’ve put so many conversations and situations between the two of them that are so much bigger than just sexual stuff.

I’m just writing my stories the best way I can. To sit here and try this hard to dissect my characters and my story is incredibly hurtful. We’re all just here writing stories for fun on the internet. I feel like lately people on here are trying so hard to make me feel like I’m not allowed to do that.

I haven’t written or published anything in so long. I have had a miserable and extremely difficult year as it is which has made writing the stories I love basically impossible. I was really excited to try to get back to my stories. Receiving messages like this from you and others really doesn’t make me want to continue.

“I hope this doesn’t hurt your feelings” while simultaneously calling for me to somehow defend my response to these claims….like wow. Idk how anyone would take this any other way but to be really hurt by it.

So thanks for this. Really made me feel awesome.

#I just #I think I need to take a break #clearly that’s what you guys want

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6gumi · 1 year ago

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⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 — 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 !

⊹ --- 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 .

my blog is an nsfw + dark content blog. (also sfw) meaning minors + ageless blogs get the hell out !! <3 + you must have your age somewhere on ur acc to indicate that you aren’t a minor !!

i often use petnames for both anons n my precious lil mutuals <3 so if you are one of my mutuals n uncomfy w it . . please do lmk ! other than that, keep that fact in mind !

please DO NOT SPAM-LIKE my posts otherwise you’ll get blocked. sorry not sorry. (4x in a row without reblogging or commenting), do not bring discourse here, most importantly do not bother sending hate asks. it will be deleted.

you can most definitely send an ask to be mutuals and i’ll check your page just in case! but please do not be forceful w me when asking.

i’m a little slow n stupid, if you want to break the mutual or i make you uncomfortable please feel free to hard-block me. i’m slow n i can’t tell if i’ve been soft blocked, so please feel free to hard-block me so we don’t make things awkward between the both of us

i age up some of the characters i write for. if that doesn’t satisfy you, then don’t interact with my blog completely and just block me

i can guarantee that i have a very broken posting schedule, so requests may not be done immediately as sometimes i get overwhelmed. so, please don’t take it the wrong way when you see that i haven’t fulfilled your request yet. i just have a very unstable posting schedule ! keep that in mind but i will try my very best to do your requests + thirsts !

english is not my first language so sometimes my grammar can be messed up at times, don’t pay too much attention on my terrible grammar i’m working on it !!

i openly interact with dark content and nsfw content, i will tag them if needed.

useful tags: TAGS HERE.

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absolutely do not interact with me if you’re a ZIONIST, a minor (obvi), homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, misogynistic, fit the rest of the basic dni criteria, send hate asks / spread hate for literally no reason, or you’re just a rude person in general. in this blog, my blog = my rules. i’m willing to block anyone who oversteps my boundaries or make me feel uncomfortable or sends me unnecessary hate. i kindly ask for you guys to respect me as a whole, that’s all i’m asking for.

absolutely don’t interact if you support isr𝟒𝐞𝐥

⋆.˚ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 .

once again i am a multifandom blog, i write for multiple fandoms (honkai star rail, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock mostly + maybe chainsaw man genshin impact + bungo stray dogs also) my requests are open at the moment, thirsts are always opened so i prefer if you send more thirsts than requests.

another thing i’d like to mention . . . i can guarantee that i will not write for npcs :,> & i would prefer writing requests that interest me . . . please don’t be too detailed !

WHAT I ABSOLUTELY WON’T WRITE — gore, scat, necrophilia, noncon (everything i write is strictly consensual.) foot fetish, armpit fetish, vomit, and vore as well.

some dark content things i may write is stepcest, consensual somno, “yandere”/ obsessive themes etc etc. i’ll be sure to tag a few things as well to let you guys know.

i do NOT condone to these things irl in real life. please keep that in mind ! these things are fiction . . . fiction does not equal reality :)

and that’s about it. go crazy with your requests + thirsts as long as they aren’t detailed or written as something i don’t / will not be writing. ^-^ it is encouraged that you ask first if you’re unsure about something !

thank you for reading bbies ! here is my masterlist

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candycandy00 · 9 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scary-grace! This was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

18, though I’ve only posted a fraction of my BNHA stuff on there and there’s even some JJK stuff I haven’t posted there yet.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

217,870. And wow it took me way too long to find that lol. I didn’t even know about the Statistics page!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, Jujutsu Kaisen and Boku no Hero Academia. I wrote for a ton of different fandoms back in my “previous era” I’ll call it lol. I wrote for One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy (mostly 7 and 12), Death Note, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Durarara!!, and lots of other things (almost all of it featuring non canon ships like Cloud x Yuffie and L x Misa). I’d like to try writing for Bungou Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer at some point.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Doll House (2,280)

Human (390)

The Offering (377)

How to Seduce a Gamer (300)

Little Miss Nobody (234)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But sometimes if it’s a comment on an older chapter of something I might not or if I got several close together I miss a few and then I’m too embarrassed to go back and respond later. Or if they just comment with an emoticon, I’m not sure how to reply lol.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my current era, it’s definitely the Mr. Compress chapter of The Dark Carnival. I have other fics that end badly for Reader but this one felt very tragic to me.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of mine have pretty happy endings!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Current era, I occasionally get people complaining that certain Readers are wimpy or stupid or whatever. I even had one person on AO3 write out a huge wall of text about how one of my Reader characters was a Mary Sue (they simultaneously complained that she was too weak and useless in a fight but also too perfect). But I tend to shrug off those comments. Readers are supposed to be Mary Sues. They’re literally Reader/Writer self inserts! Part of the appeal of x Reader fanfiction is the fantasy of Reader being an idealized version of yourself. So yeah she can hang out with the League of Villains and be the only girl Dabi has ever liked, or she can be old high school buddies with Gojo and Geto and they’re both crazy about her. It’s all fantasy.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! And I write pretty much all kinds that don’t involve my three “big no’s” (minors, animals, or scat/pee/vomit).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not since I was a kid, writing Sailor Moon/DBZ crossovers lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in my current era, not that I know of. In my previous era, I wrote a Gundam Wing fanfic that got really popular in the fandom and was ripped off twice. Not exactly copied word for word, but very close in both cases. They basically changed the wording around a bit but kept the entire plot the same (and it was a very unique AU with a big, sprawling plot).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Like 20+ years ago a friend and I were co-writing a very fucked up DBZ fanfic together. It was actually pretty good, but it was unfortunately lost to time. I’d give anything to find it and be able to read it again, but she’s the one who was posting it and she deleted her account a few years later.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’m just gonna go with my current fave ships of my two main fandoms: BNHA (Spinneraki) and JJK (SatoSugu).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably The League of Villains Heroes. I love it dearly but it gets practically no notes so I have little motivation to keep working on it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve always felt like dialogue is my strong point. Probably because, until I was up into my 20’s, I rarely read actual books and almost exclusively read comics/manga (which tend to be dialogue heavy). I think I’m pretty decent with plotting as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions! 😩 I am so bad at describing things. Or rather, I’m bad to just… not do it. I literally forget to. I’ve had friends read my work and be like “what does this place look like?” Or “what does that guy look like?” And I can see it all so clearly in my head that I forget readers can’t see it as well.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I sometimes toss in some honorifics just because it seems weird to have certain characters not use them. Other than that, I try to avoid throwing in random Japanese (the only other language I would even consider using, just because these are Japanese characters). I did have Sukuna say his famous “Gambare, gambare” line once but it’s just too iconic!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First I wrote for: Sailor Moon. First I actually posted a fic online for: Dragon Ball Z.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I’m going to pick one from each fandom, only among completed fics.

BNHA: Trending Topics

JJK: The Offering

Tagging @missrosegold and any other writer friends who would like to do this!

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years ago

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Love You More Pt.1 (k.s.w.)

Summary-

Imagine, meeting someone and, as fate would allow (or as we like to call it: Kevin) you become close friends. Maybe even best friends? Now imagine falling in love with your best friend. Not all at once! No, just a little bit more and more with each passing day that you know them. Imagine constantly have thoughts of them prying their way into your mind, sneaking in and stealing your focus away. Even when your brain is elsewhere, they're there in the background like a thief casing your heart, or a ghost stuck in limbo. It always comes back to them. Imagine the warm, comforting high when they're around. The bursting joy in your chest when you get to be near them. And the sparks ready to catch light when close is still not close enough.

Sunwoo knows that feeling all too well because with each and everyday that passes, he loves you a little bit more.

Inspiration-

Love You More by JLS

A reddit post that read "I love my wife but I also like her. Like who she is at her core, I really like that person."

Note: This is meant to be a badly written piece focused on Sunwoo's experience of falling in love with y/n. Day 0 is the only one explicitly not focused on him.

~♡~

Day 0

Prologue?

You’re hanging out with your friend, Kevin. You hadn’t seen each other in a while and you’d both decided it was about time to catch up. After all, the best thing about your friendship was that no matter how long it had been, not matter how far apart you guys were, it felt like you’d never been apart.

“He did what?” you exclaim in shock, laughter enveloping your words.

“Yeah, Sunwoo drank like 10 shots of tequila because Juyeon told him he wouldn't get hungover from it."

"But I've met Juyeon and he’s so nice! He would never!"

"I swear, he did!" Kevin laughs

"Oh god. I bet - what was his name? Sunwoo? He must have been feeling like hell the next day,"

"Yeah..." he chuckles, "you still haven't met all the guys yet right?"

"Ah, no. I've met a few of them! Like Jacob. Sangyeonie and Juyeon. There was also... uhh… He was a little loud but in a good way...? Hyunjae!" You clarify, "they were all really nice. I like them."

"Would you like to meet the rest of them? We're having a games night this week. You can help us annoy Sangyeon during mafia" you're both laughing before you decline: "I've got plans and I took on extra shifts at the café this week so I really can't. But have fun for the both of us!"

The rest of the day is full of fun, laughter, and much too much teasing at your expense but you definitely go home with a smile. That is until Kevin ruins it by texting a photo of your purse and jewellery. You’re not too fussed about it but then you remember your timecard was in there. Damn it, you were just going to have to pick it up sometime before work.

~♡~

Day 1

I first laid my eyes on you,

Cans and cups of different drinks, and snack packets litter the small coffee table. Eleven guys scattered around the living room, some comfortably set on the sofas, others on the floor. They’re all engrossed in the competition on the TV screen between Eric, Chanhee, Jacob, and Hyunjae. To say that it’s loud… it's definitely an understatement. There were yells from all around the room:

“Shoot him, Cobie! Shoot him!

“How could you miss that!”

“Eric, what are you doing! Come here! If we lose-"

“I don’t think they can win…”

It wouldn’t be surprising if they’d had the police knocking on their door out of a safety concern. Thankfully, though, there were no complaints because Kevin had taken the initiative to give his neighbours a heads up about his house guests. He didn’t expect they would be able to hear them, but he wasn’t taking any risks. Not with this bunch.

Sunwoo is sat on a sofa, watching the game intently. Every so often he throws advice, mainly to Jacob’s team, and curses under his breath when either team does something stupid. He shakes his head before going up to get a refill in his cup when he sees Kevin walking towards the door. Not thinking much of it, he returns to his seat to view the rest of the competition. The round was coming to an end and the excitement had only risen. A mix of “Yes!” and “No!” sounds when the round reaches its end and Jacob and Hyunjae are announced the winners. Eventually the yells calm to chatters as everyone discusses the match and where it went wrong when “Guys!” Kevin’s voice rose above the noise.

A bunch of “yeah”s and “what”s are thrown his way without so much as a glance and the noise just barely reduces. “I have someone I want you to meet” and immediately ten heads turn as Kevin steps slightly aside, “This is y/n!” You let out a small nervous “hey” directed at everyone. Sunwoo can’t see you from where he’s sat but he doesn’t want to make you feel awkward or uncomfortable by moving just to get a better look, so he remains seated. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to get up when Hyunjae exclaims “Kevin, you never told us they were pretty.”

“Hyunjae, you’ve met them before?” Kevin responds with a laugh.

“And? My point still stands.” Kevin shakes his head while laughing before offering you a proper introduction to everyone. Sunwoo watches carefully, taking note as you slowly come into view. Wow… Hyunjae wasn’t kidding. You really are beautiful. Sunwoo starts a bit when he hears his name so suddenly. He’s about to say hi but your gaze meets his and, all of a sudden, Sunwoo’s forgotten how to speak. There’s no words in his head and his tongue is tied.

“Sunwoo? Nice to finally meet you!” You’re flashing him a warm smile and Sunwoo hopes the smile he returns is equally warm. He adds a small wave too, mentally cursing himself for not being able to speak. But how could he when his brain is suddenly flooded with thoughts of how much he likes your smile. Wait-finally? What does that mean? Kevin had spoken about him? He’s about to ask but, in his brief moment of mental panic, he misses his chance because now you’re meeting Chanhee.

Not long later, you’ve been introduced to everyone, and you’ve spent about 5 or so minutes conversing with Kevin and the rest of the guys before announcing it was time for you to leave. There is a small chorus of boos from around the room as Kevin hands your things to you and you say your byes. Say bye, say bye, say bye. Despite the voice in his head, all Sunwoo could do was wave and give you a small nod goodbye. He watches as you walk away, his thoughts still muddled. So much for a good first impression...

~♡~

Day 2

I can’t help but think of you,

The next day Sunwoo doesn’t know why, he doesn’t even realise it’s happening, but his mind keeps wandering to you. He replays the first conversation you guys had though, can he really call it a conversation? It was only a hello and goodbye. And he didn’t even speak. He’d had 10 minutes with you, and he couldn’t speak a single word. So why did it bother him so? It’s not like you’d done anything extraordinary or particularly interesting. So why should he care? It just doesn’t make sense. Sunwoo shakes the thoughts out of his head just as his name is called:

“Sunwoo, it’s your turn to order,” Jacob says. As soon as Sunwoo places his order, Kevin questions:

“What are you thinking about so seriously?”

“Huh? What? Oh! No, nothing,” the words tumble out of Sunwoo’s mouth in an instant that even he wouldn’t believe himself. “Just thinking about the last part of this project,” he adds in a more composed tone. It wasn’t a complete lie so it's fine. The guys don’t look convinced, but they drop it for now and resume their previous conversation.

“Oh, did your friend make it home okay… you know… last night?” Sunwoo suddenly asks.

“Sorry? Ah! Y/N? I think that’s the third time you’ve asked me that today Sunwoo,” amusement clear in Kevin’s voice.

“Really? I didn’t realise,” Sunwoo responds trying to keep an even tone despite hating the amusement he knows Jacob and Kevin are getting from this.

“You’ve brought them up even more times than that too,” Jacob adds, there’s a teasing lilt to his voice that has Sunwoo internally groaning. He's not living this down.

“It’s only because they're Kevin’s friend!” Sunwoo hurries, a bit too defensively, “I mean, wouldn't it be worse if I didn't acknowledge them at all?" Yes, Sunwoo thinks, that's the only reason. Out of niceness and nothing more. Or so he's convinced.

“You know, Sunwoo, they did ask about you,” Kevin can’t help but snort a laugh at how quickly Sunwoo’s facial expression changes, “they thought they’d annoyed you by, in their words, ‘intruding’.” There’s a slight drop in Sunwoo’s face which Kevin must see because he follows up with a soft chuckle “don’t worry. I told them it’s probably because you don’t know them very well. You’re fine,” Sunwoo nods at this, and smiles a thanks at Kevin before re-evaluating the previous night, yet again. Had he really come off so cold? Or awkward? Did he make you uncomfortable? Oh god, this won’t do. Next time, just act normal. Tell them they're pretty, it’ll be fine.

And just like that, throughout the day, Sunwoo was preoccupied with trying to figure out what it was that he should’ve said, beyond a simple hello and goodbye that is.

~♡~

Day 3

Was the same as day 2,

A few weeks pass since Kevin’s friends have met you and you’ve hung out with most of them a few times. Sunwoo was not part of the most unfortunately – not for lack of want – but simply because he was so caught up in projects that he just didn’t have a lot of time to spare. Any time he did have spare was usually spent gaming. So, when Kevin invited Sunwoo to karaoke, he didn’t hesitate to say yes. Especially not when he found out the invitation was from you. He was looking forward to relaxing. It’s just a bonus that he gets a second chance at a first impression with you.

Sunwoo follows Kevin into the room you had booked. One foot in and they’re both immediately met with enthusiastic screeching singing. The song? They could not recognise. When you notice, you don’t hesitate to greet them. Sunwoo watches as you whine and swat at Kevin for petting your head. And when he hears you laughing, he can’t fight the smile that tugs at his lips. And then you’re turning to Sunwoo, “Hey. Sunwoo, right?” Sunwoo nods,

“Yep,” popping the p. He’s about to stop there but he remembers how the first night went and decides he doesn’t want to come off short, “you look nice.” It wasn’t a lie but Sunwoo didn’t expect it to come out so forward and neither does Kevin apparently based on the way his brow raises. Sunwoo chooses to ignore Kevin’s amused expression, especially when you’re smiling back at him “thanks, so do you” and then you’re leading him over to meet your friend, also known as the owner of the voice that graced their arrival.

It’s a lot easier this time around, Sunwoo notes. Not only do you seem like you’re having a good time, but Sunwoo is actually getting words out. He’s speaking to you. And singing with you. And laughing with you. Well, you and everyone else. But it’s still a massive improvement. There are still moments where his mind goes blank, or he stumbles over his words like when you look his way for just a second too long. Or when you flash a smile at him unprovoked-oh, the way his mind melts when you do that. Maybe there really was something in the drinks. Either way, as the night continues, you’re both happier and more at ease.

The next time Sunwoo sees you, he’s out with Eric when they decide they need coffee. It just so happens that the one café they were the closest to is also the one at which you work. They’re initially planning to get their drinks to go but when Eric notices you, he insists on saying hi and soon, they’ve decided they’re dining in. Things seem to be going their way because you end up being their server. Needless to say, after hearing you laugh so much, Sunwoo is glad that Eric insisted on staying for coffee. It was very much worth it.

Even as Sunwoo arrives home, he can’t help but smile as he thinks back to how happy you seemed. He’s no longer bemused by how easy it was for his thoughts to wander to you. You weren’t necessarily running through his mind. Rather you would appear in traces. Like a shadow almost. There but not quite. And Sunwoo is more than happy to accommodate.

~♡~

Day 4

I fell in love with you.

No one really knows how but, with time, you've become a part of the group and well... Sunwoo's not complaining. No one is. You've gotten closer to everyone, including Sunwoo - you're talking and hanging out a lot more. You've come to realise that Sunwoo really is not as intimidating or cold as he sometimes may (try to) appear.

In fact, upon learning that you'd never been to an aquarium, it was him who decided to organise a trip there. Just so you could experience it. You didn't fully get why he wanted to do this and, truth be told, neither did he. But as long as you let him, he didn't need either of you to understand his reasons behind it. It was only important that you let it happen - something that, Sunwoo had learnt the hard way, you weren't very good at. When he'd first announced he was organising a trip in the group chat, you immediately offered to help. Sunwoo didn't realise your help offering was more of an attempt to take charge. When he saw you calculating costs and getting stressed about the lack of confirmation, he immediately "fired" you: you were no longer allowed to have any part in planning this trip - albeit you did try to fight him on this to no avail.

You must admit though, you're impressed by how well organised everything is. Right down to the very last detail. Somehow Sunwoo made it so that no one was late, everyone was present, and you could relax.

As you're in the queue, a bag is being passed down among your group with some sort of "take one, pass it along" being uttered along with it. As this happens, you notice that everyone has naturally organised themselves into pairs as you stand alone. You don't have time to question it because the bag reaches you and soon, you're putting your hand into the pouch. You feel something firm, potentially plastic? As you pull it out you see it's a disposable camera with a note attached: "This camera is to be used to take nice photos. It is one between two. There is a maximum of 36 photos and if you run out, that's on you. Use your phone or something. And don't use the flash in the aquarium-you will get us kicked out." You smile reading the note and you look up to see that Sunwoo has joined you.

"I guess we're partners for today,"

"I guess we are," you smile, "are you gonna play nice?"

"Now what kind of person would I be if I did that," Sunwoo gently snatches the camera from your grasp and holds it away from you playfully, "I'll make sure all 36 of my photos come out great."

"Sunwoo! Give that back!" You're trying your best to reach for the camera without causing too much of a scene. Sunwoo laughs, "make me!" and sticks his tongue out at you. After some miniscule flailing and a lot of whining, you make some remark about how you don't need it anyways which Sunwoo doesn't respond to. His attention has shifted to an elderly couple watching the both of you. The lady's voice is full of warmth and bliss as she points at you and Sunwoo, reminiscing: "They're just like us when we were young. Do you remember? You were so silly with me back then,"

Sunwoo can practically see the love the elder man has for his wife as he speaks in a tender but cheery voice, "that was because I loved you before I knew I did. Now, my dear, when I'm silly, it's because I love you so."

His wife laughs as she places a hand to her cheek, Sunwoo can't quite catch what she says as they've begun walking off, but he's suddenly filled with a want for a love like theirs. So pure and tender. His thoughts are cut off though when you seize the moment to steal the camera back. Sunwoo turns to you, a pleasant shock on his face and when he sees you sticking your tongue out at him and making faces, he finds himself laughing.

~~~

When you finally get in, everyone decides to go off in groups of two (or more) pairs at their own speed. Sunwoo guides you to the first section of the aquarium and you are simply awestruck to say the least. Childlike amazement takes over your features and you don't even realise your mouth is wide open in wonder until Sunwoo's finger is gently pushing your chin up, "wouldn't want to catch any flies now, would we?" His voice is low and playful in your ear. If you weren't so fascinated seeing the little fish swim about, you definitely would have taken more note of just how hot his voice sounded and maybe you would have even been slightly embarrassed at the slight shiver than ran through you.

Instead, you turn right around to look at Sunwoo, excitement taking hold of you, "This is amazing! I can't wait to see the rest of it!"

"Well, what are we waiting for," and with that Sunwoo takes your hand and guides you forward. You can't help but smile at all the sea creatures as they glide through the waters. It takes everything in you to not stop every five seconds but even then, you can't help yourself. They're just so precious.

The childlike smile never leaves your face and as you're walking through a tunnel, you notice the top part is glass and through it you can see a large manta ray slowly wading its way through. You stop and stare at it, giggling at how silly it looks from underneath, and you say to Sunwoo, pointing at the creature, "look at how cute it is!" Sunwoo hums in agreement, the smile hasn't left his face since you'd both entered the aquarium. "Sunwoo, you're not even looking!" And you're right, he isn't. Sunwoo is much too focused on the photo he just took of you on his phone: you were smiling up at the manta ray with so much adoration and excitement in your eyes. And as he looks at the photo, he can't help but think how he would give anything to keep that smile on your face. But when he hears the pout in your voice, he looks up and laughs "you make that exact face too! Maybe you're related," earning a light shove from you.

You both take turns from then on dragging each other through the different sections. You can't help but want to see everything and there are even moments where Sunwoo struggles to keep up. You're constantly switching between pausing in amazement or dashing off, needing to satisfy your childish wonder. It's only when you see the penguins that Sunwoo really gets a break - though it's not without much of a fight.

"Sunwoo, it looks like it's getting crowded here. Let's just move on," you sigh dejectedly, surveying the groups of people with their children.

"Hey, you wanted to see the penguins for ages. So, let's see those penguins."

"But it's getting busy. It's not worth it," you refute. Sunwoo studies you for a moment, before he remembers: you've always hated large crowds, they make you uneasy. He looks around before extending his hand to you, "come on."

You hesitantly take his hand before following him as he takes you to a spot that's far enough from the mass group but close enough that you can see the penguins. He gently pushes you in front of him so you get a better view and then he hesitates, but only for a second, before wrapping his arms around you from behind, grabbing your hands and locking your fingers together. "You've been excited about this from the start. And I'll be damned if you have to miss out. I'm right here. Just squeeze my hand when it's too much and we'll go," he gives your hand a light squeeze as he holds you close to him, ignoring the butterflies that have infiltrated all parts of him. He feels the tension in your shoulders and hands slowly dissipate the longer he holds you and soon you're laughing and smiling again.

You both end up spending about a good 10-15 minutes watching the penguins before deciding you'd seen enough, and it was better to move on before feeding time was announced. You continue your way through the rest of the place, you were constantly ooh-ing and ahh-ing everything, waving at all the live creatures, whilst Sunwoo was mainly stuck awing at you when you didn't notice or feigning disinterest in everything. Though that persona is shattered very quickly when you see him copying and mocking some of the fishes. He tries to deny he ever did any such thing but when you pull up the video evidence, there's very little he can say in his defence. So, instead he pulls you through to the next section.

By the end, your mouth hurts a bit from how much you've been smiling. You're a bit surprised to find that you're not the last group out considering how long you'd spent in each section, as almost everyone is scattered around the gift shop. Almost everyone because Sangyeon, Jacob, and your friends-Anna and Minyoung-have yet to appear. There is a small cheer when they emerge, and everyone gathers to leave together and get food.

Sunwoo sees the look of surprise on your face as you realise that they were being serious about having a picnic. Though you don't realise that until the blankets are pulled out and set on the ground by him and Sangyeon. He would've been offended, but your reaction is so cute that Sunwoo can forego the questioning look you gave him. As they set up, Haknyeon and Hyunjae leave to get food for everyone. The food situation was initially a bit of a concern for Sunwoo if he's being honest but when the guys come back with an abundance of food that everyone is quite clearly content filling their stomachs with, his reservations are settled. After eating, you all play games together before deciding it's home time.

~~~

On the ride home, Sunwoo flips through the photos that were taken on his phone today by the pair of you. They ranged from silly to cute to professional level. He stops swiping on a photo that he'd forgotten he'd asked someone to take at the penguin enclosure. The photo isn't the clearest, but you're still wrapped in his arm, he remembers your one hand intertwined with his whilst the other gripped onto his other thumb. In this photo, your face is angled so that you're turning your head to talk to him, and a blur of a smile ghosts your face. Thanks to the camera angle, the tiniest part of Sunwoo's face could be seen. If the quality was better, it would have shown how intently he was listening to your ramblings, how the entire world seemed to fade away from the pair of you just for those few minutes. Instead, the photo shows his blurred face, focusing on you. Upon recollection of the moment, the photo ends up being saved in his favourites.

The next few photos after that, Sunwoo was actually facing the camera but none of them have the same appeal to him, so he deletes the ones that are deemed too bad and simply ignores the ones good enough to be posted.

As he reaches the first few photos he'd taken, he can't help but smile at his phone. The photo he'd taken of you, your face tinted blue by the light, your eyes were filled with so much amazement and a happiness that Sunwoo doesn't think he'd really seen much of before today. Sunwoo doesn't bother fighting the way his smile grows as he remembers how you were so entranced by the sea life, the excitement you'd felt today, and the way you just let yourself go and have fun.

Seeing that photo and the innocent joy in your expression makes Sunwoo realise that that's why he did it. He's always admired you, there's no doubt about that. You're so caring, and you'd mother everyone so much that even Sangyeon could take a break from his "father" role. You're not overly serious by any means, rather, you just care a lot (some may say too much) about the ones you hold dear. And so, everyone feels you're a secure base, a safe space, that they can enjoy themselves around you, judgement-free. And he wants to let you feel that same thing. Of course, you have your childish moments - much to your dismay, everyone has no problem calling you a baby for it - but for the most part, you tend to keep yourself "in check". But Sunwoo wants you to indulge in your childhood fantasies and slip out of the responsible adult role you often take on. He doesn't care for changing who you are, that's not it at all. In fact, he quite likes the person you are. He just wants you to be able to feel free of stress, even if it's just for a moment, without concern for the people around you. And he wants to enjoy it with you.

Sunwoo isn't quite sure when his thoughts turn romantic, but he knows that the way everyone knows they can go to you, Sunwoo wants to be the one you can come to when you're sad, stressed, or even happy. He enjoys teasing you and annoying you, even when it ends up with you both bickering. He likes the way he can make you stumble over your words because you're flustered or excited. He loves seeing how happy and content you are over the smallest things.

Sunwoo quite simply likes you and, even more so, he's falling in love with you...

~♡~

Day 5

You spent it with me.

It's been a while since the aquarium trip and you and Sunwoo haven't spent much time alone together. Not that it was a common occurrence before. But Sunwoo definitely notices you a lot more now. More specifically the lack of alone time with you. He should be thankful because at least he knows he won't do anything stupid with the others around but he can't help but be annoyed by it.

He still hadn't mentioned his feelings for you to anyone for several reasons-one being: you've become very good friends with everyone, especially Kevin, Jacob and Sangyeon. They treat you as if you were their own blood and you might as well be with the way you're always with them. Sunwoo knows that the latter two probably wouldn't mind if you were to date him but Kevin? He's not so sure and Sunwoo doesn't think he wants to put his friend in that awkward position.

And then there was the issue of his feelings. Sunwoo knows he likes you. A lot. But he doesn't fully understand the extent of his feelings. And he doesn't want to call it love when it could very easily be a simple crush that he's blown out of proportion. A crush is not worth putting your entire relationship at risk. And yet... Sunwoo knows, any other person, he wouldn’t have thought twice about making a move and seeing where things go. No one else has made him feel quite so sure and unsure of himself the way you do... But because it's you, he wants to have some kind of certainty. He doesn't want either of you to get hurt because he doesn't know if there is much coming back from this. And honestly, to anyone else that thought alone would have been enough of a sign. But alas, it wasn't anyone else.

Besides, Sunwoo doesn't want you to feel awkward by professing his feelings to you so he's okay to wait it out a bit longer. So you can get to know him. It's partly why Sunwoo's been wanting to spend more time with you.

Perhaps that's why he's here right now, parked outside the university you attend part-time. Though he isn't alone.

Sunwoo steals glances out of the backseat windows, searching for you. He can feel the excitement building gently in his chest at the prospect of seeing you again. When you finally make you way out of the building and towards the gates, Sunwoo sits himself up a little straighter and, unconsciously, brushes his hair back slightly. As he does this, he misses the knowing look Kevin gives him in the mirror. Sunwoo practices the hey he wants to give you in his head a few times before turning his attention forward. "Now I know you're not doing this for me-" Kevin starts, in a light teasing tone "I wonder who it is that's worthy of the great Kim Sunwoo's time"

Sunwoo doesn't get a chance to reply because he's cut off by the ringing of Kevin's phone. It must be you. Sunwoo turns back to the window as you look around, somewhat aimlessly, and when your eyes land on the car, you smile and soon you're running towards him the car.

You get in the back with Sunwoo and you give him a quick "hi" before asking Kevin "how was he?"

"He's actually been very good, surprisingly. Except trying to get him out, he didn't like that," Kevin starts. "Oscar's been good too though, it didn't seem like anything was wrong."

"Hey!" Sunwoo pouts but he can't ignore the sudden rush that goes through him at the sound of your light laugh.

Kevin chuckles before continuing, "I don't think you need to take him in,"

"I know but I'd rather be on the safe side."

You then turn to look into the carrier sat in between you and Sunwoo "hey baby, we're just gonna get you checked out okay? We just want to make sure there's nothing wrong." He knows the words arent for him but the soothing tone of your voice even has Sunwoo feeling relaxed and safe. A tiny meow sounds from the carrier and Sunwoo swears his heart stops for a second when he sees the pain in your eyes. He thinks about how worried you must have been yesterday when you called Kevin in a panic over your cat and today when you had to go in and, before he's even aware of it, he's placing his hand on yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. He doesn't know why he's doing this, he just knows that something in him tells him it's right.

"It'll be okay," he assures. Your smile is faint but Sunwoo just about sees it's there, "thanks Sunwoo."

~~~

The appointment with the vet goes smoothly. Oscar, your little furball, was okay. In fact the vet had said he was in good condition but a follow-up was booked as a precaution - which you were thankful for. Oscar seemed to have a relatively good time there, especially when the treats were brought out. And you're more at ease than you had been before.

Kevin drops you off at home - he would've stayed but he claimed he'd got a call from work in the and that he had to leave. Sunwoo, however, offers to stay with you for a while. You initially decline, not wanting him to go out of his way but when he assures you that he doesn't mind, you yield. After all, you really would appreciate the company.

The both of you help Oscar settle and calm down before getting settled yourselves. You notice a few scratches on Sunwoo's hands and you gasp "did Oscar do that? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Sunwoo tries to tell you that it's okay but youre not listening, instead you've left the room, mumbling about how you shouldve just skipped class and some other things Sunwoo doesn't hear, before returning with a first aid kit. You sit yourself in front of him whilst taking the antiseptic and cotton buds out, ignoring Sunwoo's attempts to brush it off as nothing serious. Your touch is so gentle as you take his hand in yours but Sunwoo swears it burns. You apply the antiseptic to it and when you see Sunwoo flinch slightly at the sting, you can't help but crack a smile - the first proper one since the appointment "Not so tough now, are we?"

"If that's what you like, precious, I can be all kinds of tough whenever you want," the retort fell from his lips all too smoothly and what makes it worse is the stupid smirk that comes with it. That stupid smirk that sets off something inside you.

Unable to speak because you don't want to stumble over your words and boost his ego, you roll your eyes at him instead. Though Sunwoo can see the slight tint in your cheeks as you focus on cleaning him up and he can't help but feel inwardly proud of himself. He did that.

"That one's a bit nasty but they should heal up okay. I'm sorry he did that," you apologise when you finish cleaning the scratches.

"No, he was scared. It's fine"

"Ah, Kevin mentioned that he wasn't the only one," your tone clearly teasing.

"I wasn't scared! I was just concerned" Sunwoo argues. Unfortunately for him, Oscar decides that that's an opportune moment to brush himself against Sunwoo's leg causing Sunwoo to jump and let out a startled yell. The laughter spills out of you in a sudden burst "just concerned, are we?" The way Sunwoo glares at you only makes you laugh harder which Sunwoo cannot stand for. You don't even notice that the distance between you and him shrinks until both your wrists are trapped in one of his hands. You unconsciously swallow and bite your lip and Sunwoo swears he could kiss you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to. But he won't. At least not right now...

"Something amusing?" His voice dangerously low but you detect an edge of mischief to it. You know there's no escape for you now. Especially not when his free hand ghosts over your side. So, instead you nod your head once, a defiant grin on your face. Before you know it, you're screaming with laughter again as Sunwoo's fingers tickle your sides. You try endlessly to scramble away but Sunwoo doesn't yield. Not until you're yelling "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" in between laughs. Sunwoo's movements still only for a moment:

"What are you sorry for?"

You use the brief moment to scramble away then say in between breaths, "I'm sorry... you're such... a scaredy cat." When you see the way Sunwoo's eyes dart at you, you let out a small shriek and run off, giggling, with him hot on your trail.

~~~

When you both finally call a truce, you decide to order food. After some bickering about what to eat, you end up ordering pizza and watching a film, during which Oscar joins you both and lays himself across both your laps. You tried to move him off of Sunwoo, not wanting him to be uncomfortable, but Oscar just kept returning "it's okay, we can leave him," Sunwoo pets Oscar contentedly lulling the fluffy cat into a peaceful sleep.

As the film goes on, you've soon drifted off too. When Sunwoo eventually notices, he tries his best to move as little as possible so as to not wake either of you. You look so peaceful. The little voice in Sunwoo's head is practically swooning over you, especially when you furrow your brows before relaxing them again. There's a comfortable swirling in his stomach and he knows it's the butterflies called (y/n) taking off. He swears his heart is working double time to keep up... and yet it's somehow calm and steady at the same time. And as he takes you in, all Sunwoo can tell himself is yeah, falling in love with you isn't so bad if it means more moments like this...

~♡~

Sorry for making this so long! And also for taking so long to get this down.

It's not the best but I wasn't sure if I'd continue it with how things were going. I wanted to bring out Sunwoo's personality a bit more during editing but I gave up after a bit of time 😭

Anyways, soft Sunwoo hours! I hope you enjoy! I have notes for day 6 and 7, so hopefully when I'm in a better place, I can write it up for you! Nevertheless, writing this was some for of stress relief for me.

Also, I know the timing for this may not seem optimal but a if this can make someone feel a tiny bit better momentarily during these times it's worth it.

-🦁

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