#tumblr doesn't freak out and eat my reply

[dreamytfw]

I'm going to go through this in chunks that start with quotes because that's kind of the only way I'm able to keep focus and organize my thoughts. My intention is not to do the thing bad faith people online tend to do of taking a quote and then responding to it as out of context as possible. I feel like I need to make this disclaimer because I think people see that formatting as, like, inherently antagonistic and I am NOT trying to do that. My poor unmedicated ADHD brain is just fighting for its life out here lol Also cut because it's long. Sorry about that 😅

the key point is that fanfic is written for fun. For the vast majority of us it is a hobby, not necessarily something we want to improve on.

No one is saying fanfic isn't written for fun, and tbh it always confuses me whenever someone brings this up. Isn't improving your craft part of the fun? Why wouldn't you want to get better at the thing you enjoy? Especially since getting better opens up new avenues of expression and experimentation.

Also you can improve through practice and reading other people’s writing.

Right, but those are only two tools in an artist's arsenal. Critique is another, very essential, one. Like, in visual art, looking at others' works and practicing what you know can only get you so far. You need critique to know what works, what doesn't, where you can improve, what techniques or colors to experiment with, etc. (I just finished rewatching Blue Period btw, so this probably isn't going to be the only time I draw parallels to art or painting lol) If we put it in writing terms, getting critique on your work can tell you what is and isn't working about it, and from there you can gather not only where you can improve, but how you can improve.

So, for an example: when I was about 14 I started writing my 2nd or 3rd multi-chapter Phantom of the Opera fic, and I wanted to do something different than what I normally saw on the forum I hung out on. So I started a new fic and made Erik the villain. And I got feedback that I was writing him VERY ooc. None of it was abusive or bullying, no one made it personal, it was just simply critique on how I was writing this pre-established character in my opening chapter. From there I was able to course-correct and write him more in line with how he's normally characterized while still keeping him antagonistic. And it taught me to pay attention to characterization and how what I tried was the wrong way to go about trying to subvert audience expectations. I wouldn't have gotten that from just re-reading the source material, reading theory, and practicing.

Like as a writer if I want critique on my writing I will go to professionals. Some rando on the internet who I don’t know has credentials or not .

This just full stop doesn't make any sense to me. No one needs credentials to have a reaction to art. And since when is fan fiction, writing or reacting, about having credentials? Why is it anyone can write and publish work, but only "professionals" can have a reaction that isn't unalloyed praise? And who qualifies as a "professional" anyway? Professional editors? Published authors? Literary critics? Fellow fan fic writers? Writing professors? More importantly, how do you know the person saying something like "I see what you're trying to do but I don't think it's working" isn't a "professional?" For all you know, they could be.

And I don’t think people are conflating any critique with bullying or being negative. I think that’s a conflation you are making.

No, it's really not. idk if you read my previous tags or not, but someone legit called me abusive and entitled for voicing my stance of "critique is good and necessary for creatives." (providing specific receipts for this one because I'm kind of paranoid about people not believing me due to personal reasons 🙃)

I've also seen people compare receiving MILD critique (like, literally it was couched in SO many no hates and praise) to noncon, assault, an attack, bullying, and a targeted harassment campaign (yes, from ONE comment). I think I might have seen it referred to as slander or something to that effect a few times, but I couldn't be certain. I've seen people assume those who leave mild critique are abusers IRL, called misogynistic and/or ableist slurs, have targeted harassment campaigns levied against them, get ostracized from the wider fandom, and get sent death threats and suibait. I'm not assuming these things are happening, I've seen them. Hell, I've been on the receiving end of it, and I only defend people leaving critique. There VERY much is a problem in fan fic spaces of over-stating harm when it comes to this subject.

Fanfic is work that we get to read for free that is made for pure enjoyment

So are a lot of YouTube videos, particularly in the video essay sphere. So is A LOT of visual art. So is indie music like in the vocal synth community. So are a lot of podcasts. No one in those spaces is making this argument of "only say nice things about my work because I made it for free." There's also a BUNCH of writing we read that is deemed okay to critique anyway. It also needs to be pointed out that a staggering amount of professional writing is done just for exposure, and I'm not talking about non-fiction pieces like articles. Now I think those artists should be paid for their labor, but if I really got into that point we'd be here all day/night/whatever time it is for you.

Therefore I don’t think you’re owed anything from the author.

No one said anything about the audience being owed things by the author and I'm honestly not sure where this point is even coming from.

I grew up in fandom in the era of don’t like don’t read.

Don't like, don't read comes from the same era as "if you post something online, don't expect nothing but praise." These two ideas aren't mutually exclusive. And it should be pointed out: critiquing something or critically analyzing it does not necessarily mean that person doesn't like it. There's plenty of media out there that people will critique to the ends of the earth and back solely BECAUSE they love it. Case in point: I run a Supernatural blog lmao.

Sorry you’re encountered a bunch of “drama llamas” but I don’t think that’s the issue being discussed here.

I disagree. It is, at the very least, an element of what is being discussed. Because there are writers out there who do, have, and will weaponize this idea of "all critique is bad critique." And no matter how many times people like me go "maybe we shouldn't gatekeep what reactions people can and can't have about art" or neurodivergent people pointing out that the "rules" around this topic have led to other them being bullied because they didn't do the socially correct thing, almost everyone says "no, that's not what we're talking about/that doesn't ACTUALLY happen/why do you want to ruin peoples' fun" and it gets swept under the rug. And it allows for a much more insidious type of toxic/abusive person to hide in communities. It's VERY easy to report and block someone who's being verbally abusive to you and delete their harmful comments. It's much more difficult to point out someone is using this mentality to manipulate people into bullying others for them, especially since no one wants to believe that someone who created a piece of art that meant a lot to them can be an abusive, toxic person.

The issue being discussed is being open to critique and who is even actually qualified to give it.

Did they consume the piece of media? Then they're qualified. I'm aware my anarchism might be showing here, but I don't think there should be rules about who does and doesn't get to voice their reactions to the art they consume.

Feedback is a skill, even experts can give bad criticism.

Earlier you said you'd go to a professional to get critique, implying professionals/experts are inherently qualified to give critique because they're good at it. But here you're saying that even experts can give bad criticism, implying experts/professionals AREN'T always inherently qualified to give critique. So which is it? And does a bad criticism or critique (by whichever metric that goes by) nullify someone's expertise/professionalism in the field. Does it disqualify them from giving further critique.

I am acutely aware I'm being very annoying - I'm sure Meletus is going to accuse me of impiety and corrupting the Athenian youth any day now - but these are the implications that need to be explored in this argument of "only some people can give critique and who those people are is vaguely defined."

I suggest you read through the tags and comments and see the discussion going on, it’s productive and bringing up a lot of good points.

I have, and tbh they're all the same arguments you're making or that I've encountered before.

No hate to this person

And I have to say, it's VERY frustrating to me that you need to put this. You shouldn't have to. Just because we're disagreeing over the philosophy of criticism in fan fiction spaces doesn't mean we're, like, mortal enemies, and no one should take it like that. But tbh this topic is SO emotionally charged because people wrap things like their ego (/neutral) and personal trauma into things like receiving feedback. And since hurt people hurt people, there are people who have trauma specifically around this conversation from those bad faith actors and toxic people I've mentioned (like, low-key, I'm going to go pop a panic med after posting this because of those trauma reasons. And to be as clear as I can, that is FULLY on the people who were abusive towards me over this topic, not you AT ALL). And I hate the idea that anyone would take that emotionality and use it as justification to belittle, abuse, or harass me, you, or anyone else that might have a different outlook than them. We should be able to have a conversation like adults without anyone jumping to the role of white knight.

Saw this comment on a booktok YouTube video and I'm wondering what y'all think. I take issue with the idea that if you do want criticism on your writing then you shouldn't post it online. Not everyone writes, especially fanfic, to improve. "Most of these fic authors want to be published authors" no I don't think they do actually, writing fanfic can be about improving your skills to become a professional author; but it can also be about engaging in community or IDK putting your fav characters into situations???

"I get these fic writers are writing for free" yes, so you're not entitled to anything from them... if you can't read fanfic without wanting to give criticism then you either aren't reading fics that are right for you or you shouldn't be reading at all.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Bully x F! Reader

Forgot to post this to Tumblr, but this was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

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TW: Noncon, dubcon, eating disorder, vomit, fatphobia, disturbing body descriptions, hair pulling, impregnation, degradation.

Today will be a good day. You won't feel like a piece of shit again. You can get through the day.

That's what you say to get through the day. It usually doesn't prove true, but you somehow manage to stay alive.

"Hey, Shamu! When is your fatass going to skip the gym again?" Kory, the boy responsible for your misery, yells, making his friends laugh.

You've been wearing your old clothes that are extremely baggy to cover up the sad state of your body. It feels weird having so much space between the clothing and your skin. Unfortunately, they don't help cover up the feeling of nausea. You run to the nearest bathroom and throw up stomach bile.

You can make it through the day. There are only eight more hours left.

You get up and walk to your first class, Calculus. By the time it's over, you barely remember what you learned. After moving through the rest of the day like a zombie, throwing up your lunch, you shuffle into the girl's changing room for the gym. You ignore the concerned and scared looks the other girls give you as you take off your shirt and pants. Admittedly, you know your body is a wreck. You can even see the veins that are supposed to be hidden by the skin on your arm. Unfortunately, your ass and chest have a bit more to go, but thankfully your boobs went from Gs to Cs. But it makes you feel good knowing Kory would have to create a new insult when you're nothing but skin and bone.

When you walk out of the changing room and go into the gym, your body bubbles with anticipation for Kory to see your body and think of something to say. You're perfect now. All of that fat has been shed to your liking. The gym is silent, and everyone is staring at you. You imagine spotlights pointing at you, and something deep inside you makes you walk with pride you shouldn't be feeling. Well, that is until you bump into your bully Kory. Your eyes meet his, and you swear you could see amazement flash between his brown eyes.

"Y/N, what happened to you?" Kory asks, his brown eyes looking all over your body.

"I don't know, but I don't feel hungry anymore," You reply, your cracked lips bleeding from just you smiling.

"Get away from me, you disgusting freak," Kory says, shoving you to the ground.

You fall and swear you could hear your heart shatter.

Why didn't he call you something else?

He didn't call you something else because you're so big and disgusting.

You're so disgusting, you attention whore.

Your eyes shift to the white ceiling, and suddenly, your vision gets enveloped in white. If this is what death feels like, it feels so warm and nice, like you're swaddled in the first blanket you ever touched as a baby.

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When you wake up, you're underneath the covers of someone's bed sheets. They smell like men's body spray, B.O., and sex. You wanna throw up, but someone puts a hand over your mouth, stopping you.

"If you throw up on my bed, I swear I'm going to ruin your ass," Kory growls, glaring at you. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

You stay silent and look away, not wanting to spill your guts.

"Since you wanna try and play games with me, I'll just punish you until you answer me," Kory says, aggressively pulling your hair and forcing your head to go up. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

"Two weeks," You croak, earning a kiss on the neck from Kory.

"Good girl," Kory replies, letting go of your hair and pulling down his sweatpants. "I know it'll take time for you to eat full meals again, so why don't we start slow."

Before you even have a chance to say anything, his hand is grabbing your hair again and shoving his cock into your mouth. You choke on his length as he forces you to take all of it.

"Did you really think I was going to help your pathetic ass without me getting some pleasure from it?" Kory groans, thrusting his hips as you choke on his cock. "Jesus, you useless piece of bones, breathe through your nose."

You do as he says through the tears, hoping he takes mercy on you. He bobs your head more and more until your whimpers are taken over by the sounds of you sucking his cock.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it. Don't even attempt to make a run for the toilet to throw up, or else I'll fill up all of you with cum," Kory says, riding through his high as he presses your head harder to make sure you don't lift your head until he's done.

Kory cums into your mouth, and you feel it go straight to the back of your throat and to your stomach.

"Haha, great, now there's some calories in your stomach," Kory laughs, pushing you onto your back as he takes off your pants. "Now I get to eat you out."

You try to close your legs, but Kory forces them open.

"Just for that, I'm going to finger you instead," Kory says, getting up and holding one of your legs open.

With his other hand, he puts three fingers in and immediately fingers you with speed. You try not to let out any moans, but the minute Kory sticks his whole entire fist in, you lose it.

"Ah, fuck, Kory, faster!" You moan, making Kory laugh at you.

"Aw, is my Little Bunny not in control of her body? You wanted my attention so bad, didn't you?" Kory mocks, laughing at your hands, unbuttoning your shirt to get to your boobs.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You scream, making Kory laugh at you more. "Please, make me cum!"

Kory laughs and kisses you on the lips.

"Tell me when you're cumming, Bunny," Kory whispers in your ear, licking your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Kory! I'm going to cum right now!" You moan, wrapping your arms around Kory's bare back.

Kory takes his hand out of your pussy and flips you over.

"No!" You whine, missing the high you were feeling.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I told you I was going to help you," Kory says, grabbing your hair while his other hand is on your ass. "You're going to get big and pretty again just for me."

Kory starts thrusting into you while pulling your hair, and you eventually lose yourself.

"Harder! Harder, Kory!" You moan, making him chuckle.

Both of your bodies become sweaty, and the sound of skin slapping together becomes more frequent. Even the bed is shaking like there's an Earthquake happening.

"I'm about to cum, baby!" Kory yells, tightening his grip on your hair.

"AUGH! Me too!" You scream, a knot forming in your stomach.

Kory yanks your hair hard as he cums into your pussy. You cum onto his dick and scream as an orgasm ravages you. Kory lays on top of your chest and leaves a hickey on your neck.

"If you ever think about starving yourself or throwing up any food you eat ever again, I'll shove food down your throat myself. Only I get to degrade you, Bunny," Kory threatens, keeping a tight grip on your arm. "Now, relax, and I'll get you breakfast."

"How did I even get here?" You ask, rubbing Kory's head of straight black hair.

"You passed out, and I took you to my house since I wanted to talk with you privately," Kory answers, leaving a trail of kisses. "Any other questions, Bunny."

"Are you going to make me drop out of college?"

"Temporarily. You're too sick to be going in this state. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Bunny."

[qapsiel]

Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

I'm more than happy to spread positivity and love, and I'll totally ignore the audacity to only give me 5 blogs and just do more hehe

I'm gonna start with @ruinedmyself because Kas was one of the first people to talk to me when I ventured into the spn fandom, and they've done nothing but make me feel incredibly welcomed <3 I love our silly little chats and also the pain we inflict on each other regularly. We really do share one (1) braincell, and I wouldn't want it any other way. You've got such a fantastic grip on Sam, on his badass-ery but also his softer and goofier side, and I scream excitedly whenever I see I got a reply from you!

No Sam without Dean, obviously, so I gotta yell about @bloodsalted a bit. Dixon is an extremely friendly person, and I'm still glad I managed to sweet-talk force you into joining me in hell. Or heaven, I suppose, is the better word, because our interactions are truly GREAT. Whether it's sexy times or angsty shit, every reply is magnificent and makes me giggle. You write Dean in all facets that make his character so lovable: his fears and passions and his silly times and also his anger. I love him to pieces!

Who doesn't love the king of hell? Cas, probably, but I adore every interaction with @murderdeals because it enables me to use all the pissed-off Cas icons. When you write Crowley, I can hear Mark yell into my ear. And honestly, I would have never guessed that Cas and Cain could become such good buddies, and yet they somehow ended up being the bestest bee bros, and that's largely due to your fantastic writing and your excellent grip on a character that can easily be branded the villain without second-guessing.

@singersalvaged should always be included in my rant about lovable people because she's just so chill to talk to! A truly great person who has an amazing view of Bobby Singer and writes him in a way that makes me believe the guy is standing behind me muttering idjit whenever I read a reply. And Allie! Let me gush about Allie, who's Cas' weed friend and brothel companion, and every single interaction just makes me howl with laughter. They're absolutely unhinged and dumb, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

While Crowley makes Cas want to eat glass, @eyeless-smiles makes him want to tear his own ears off because Corinth is such a fucking asshole (affectionate), a True Nightmare, and I love seeing him annoy Cas in every single paragraph. It's just hilarious, and they never hold their muse back, which is refreshing these days!

Cas loves to steal kids (just look at Jack), so it didn't take long for him to steal @innerwar 's Homelander when he was still a child with Vought. And honestly, I just adore this verse and you, friend? It's so funny and yet also sad, and I'm just so unbelievably happy that Homie gets a better life with this and that Cas gets to be a Dad again, and your writing is just SO FANTASTIC and catches Homelander's young voice brilliantly. 

I gotta yell about @nightmdic really loudly for a second because she is a FREAKING MAGNIFICENT OC and both Cas and I love her to pieces. She's kind and nice and helps Cas through his forced humanity without finding him (too) weird, and Paige just casually managed to write one of my favorite OCs here on Tumblr with her eye for detail and well-chosen words 

And last but not least, a big shoutout to @bleakfated who writes a lot of different spn muses (among others) and yet manages to hit that nail (= the voice of every single muse) square on the head every time! I hear Balthazar's funny-ironic voice when I write with him, I see Jody being Mom when I interact with her, I get the British Mick Vibes when it's his time to shine. I'm in awe of how someone manages to juggle so many muses and give everyone their own little voice. Kudos!

[chubbycatsupremacy]

can i ask for a Yandere Little nightmare seeing your s/o crying? your Yanderes stories are perfect... I need more!! (sorry for my bad english, english is not my first language)

❖ Yandere Headcanons: Little Nightmares —《When they see you cry》❖

I'm so sorry to reply so late! It's been quite a while since I last used Tumblr and I didn't know about your messages.

Anyway, thank you very much! I'm glad you like my works!

Read more about my Little Nightmares fanfics at:

☞︎ My AO3 ☜︎

☞︎ My Quotev ☜︎

☞︎ My Wattpad ☜︎

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☆『Mono』☆

♡ Mono isn't the type to panic easily, but it's easy to put him into a state of fear when he sees you cry. You are one of the few people who can make Mono lose his temper, just because Mono cares so much about you.

♡ If Mono is the cause of your crying, he will frantically apologize to you and find a way to make you forget the bad things that just happened, maybe he will give you some nice things he earned from somewhere or take you to a place with beautiful scenery. Mono will be very self-blame, he will probably stick around for days after that just to make sure you really feel okay.

♡ In case Mono isn't the one to make you cry, he'll be extremely worried when he sees you crying. Anger appeared at the same time and would quickly burn his composure like a great fire. Mono will try to suppress his boiling anger and calmly ask you why you are sad. You are so important to Mono and he really can't stand it when someone makes you so sad. Just telling him a name is enough, Mono can take care of the rest by asking people he knows.

After comforting you with a tight hug and holding your hand, Mono will wait until you're asleep before proceeding with his revenge plan. He would find the culprit no matter where they were hiding, punishing the culprit with the cruelest means. Mono has no mercy for anyone who dares to upset you.

No one will know about their deaths, not even their bodies will ever be found. People will only assume that they have disappeared or perished at the hands of giant monsters like many other unfortunate people.

Mono will casually come back to you and distract you with interesting things he finds, you'll soon forget the bad guy who made you cry, you'll never know that Mono killed that person just to avenge you. Mono won't let you find out.

You are the one Mono loves and anyone who upsets you will pay dearly!

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☆『Six』☆

♡ She will be very worried even if it doesn't show it too clearly on her face. Six herself is a quiet person and rarely smiles, but she will still try to be as gentle as possible so as not to make you feel worse.

♡ If Six is ​​the cause, she'll probably freak out when you burst into tears. Six isn't good at comforting so she can be pretty clumsy when it comes to this. Six will hold your hand and awkwardly apologize, possibly adding a hug if you don't turn it down.

Six will also bring back a lot of food, according to her, eating can help people temporarily forget sadness. She will continue to bring you all kinds of food whether you touch them or not. Six won't stop doing it until you assure her over and over again that you have forgiven her.

♡ If Six isn't the cause... Oh, pray for the culprit who made you cry, hope they don't die too painfully, because everyone knows Six isn't a benevolent person.

Six will silently hug you and pat you on the back, letting you cry comfortably on her shoulder. Six won't ask you about the culprit, she won't even mention a word about it, like she doesn't care. Oh, that's not it! Six has her own way of catching the culprit, she just doesn't want you to know about the brutal things she's going to do and she doesn't want to upset you any further by mentioning the culprit.

Six will do everything silently, she will make them die in excruciating pain while no one knows anything about it. It is possible that some time later, the rotting corpse of the perpetrator was found by someone in a stinking sewer or garbage dump. If it had been found earlier, perhaps people would have found a carcass being devoured by hungry wild animals.

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☆『Seven/Runaway Kid』☆

♡ Fear would be Seven's first reaction, the boy would try not to sound too panicky, but his stammering words and flailing limbs showed his emotions all too well.

♡ If Seven is the cause, he will blame himself and rush to apologize to you. Seven will awkwardly wipe your tears while still apologizing. He will surreptitiously place gifts next to you when you go to sleep, hoping they can make you feel better.

For a long time after that, Seven will creep around behind your back and act like a child who upsets his parents, he will continue to act fearfully like that until you assure him that you were fine.

♡ In the event that Seven wasn't the cause, he would go on a rampage, but his anger would be carefully concealed by Seven behind a mask of no crevice. Seven hates when you're sad, he always wants to keep your smile on your face, but someone dares to destroy your happy mood!

Seven will stealthily find the culprit, gathering information about them through extensive connections. Seven can be gentle but he will be ruthless when needed. Seven can throw them into a place full of leeches, or push them to the center of the table where diners are dining, then watch as The Guests devour them like dessert…

Depending on whether you think it's luck or bad luck, you won't be able to detect what Seven did because he hides it so well. With a gentle smile and a harmless expression, you would never think about how cruel Seven has done, just because his love for you is too much.

[sunnysunoo]

Love Letters ; Sim Jake

Pairing: Jake X Reader

warnings: explicit language and cursing

word count: 3k words

genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao

Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.

You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?

note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3

P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up

tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )

Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.

We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,

Moon

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"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.

You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."

"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.

"You’re probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.

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You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?

Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.

"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.

"So, you like Jake?"

You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.

"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.

Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."

“Haha...no you don’t,” You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.”

“You don’t know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not even trying. Just give up and admit it,” Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole time—how can Jake not see it?

With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. “Fine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?”

The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. “I knew it.”

“Congratulations,” It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.

“But seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?” You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.

“I started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot who’s birthday that was.” You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.

“He saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.” You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. “It was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.”

Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but he’s one the most caring and kind people you’ve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.

Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?

No, he can’t be...right?

Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.

Yeah, maybe it's because of that.

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Dear Jake,

I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.

It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.

How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)

Love,

Moon

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"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"

"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.

"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"

Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.

Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.

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"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.

"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."

"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."

Well, shit.

Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.

"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.

'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.

Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.

"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.

How we're you going to give him the letter now?

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"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.

"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.

As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?

The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.

"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.

"Something on your mind?"

"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.

As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."

You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."

"Very funny." He scoffed.

As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.

Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.

"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.

If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.

"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.

"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.

You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.

"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.

You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.

"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."

Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?

"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.

Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.

You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."

You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.

As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.

"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."

You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.

"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.

He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"

"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.

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HERE’S A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(

"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.

Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.

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Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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[redpandaramblings]

No no sorry! I used the nickname that was stuck in my head from another fic for the reader but I meant your story..

Its awkward for me to write "y/n" or "the reader" so I try nicknames.

Its obvious to me that now that Bakugou has accepted the reader as his alpha that some hot scenes can happen in the future or at the summer date.

Shouldn't they be aware after all this time together that they love each other? Especially since Bakugou wouldn't sit around with just anyone for years even if he doesn't show any emotion?

Am I assuming too much? :0

Sorry again I really do like your writing!! ;C

Ah, okay! No problem, no problem.

As I said before, not planning on adding any explicit scenes. Maybe a few fade to blacks. I’m open to adding side stories or an explicit epilogue later if there’s interest.

As far as them knowing they love each, they do; of course. Mostly it’s issues with a breakdown in communication over time and assumptions made on both sides.

Now some backstory. I’ve hinted at a lot of this, but didn’t really have a chance to tell this plainly.

Reader and Bakugou were a lot more openly affectionate at the start of their relationship. They weren’t falling into bed, but they cuddled, kissed, went on dates and most importantly actually talked. But then they both graduated. Reader didn’t have too much trouble entering the teaching field. However, Bakugou was becoming a hero. Now yeah, things in this universe are fairly progressive. But Bakugou was a loud aggressive omega with a loud aggressive quirk. The tabloids tried to eat him alive. Every outburst he had was blamed of his omegas hormones. When he was calm and well dressed for an event? They said he was fishing for an alpha, or that a alpha had finally gotten him in line. He was asked questions about his fashion instead of his rescues. Every interview had at least one question about when he planned to give all this up and raise some pups. Some extremely bold paparazzi even began harassing reader.

So, Bakugou decided to take some drastic action. To be fair to him, he did halfway explain to reader at the time. He stopped all outside dates. He wouldn’t go to readers place. No physical affection where it could be photographed and exploited by the media. He didn’t allow himself to buy or eat sweets in public or to indulge in any typical omegas behaviors. And, after a while, it did work. He climbed the ranks rapidly, and after a couple years he was praised for challenging stereotypes instead of being ridiculed. At the time of the story, he absolutely could start doing more omegan things with minimal criticism, but he’s out of the habit and subconsciously a little afraid to open up again. He thinks it’s fine though because reader is also non traditional and always has understood him so well. Bakugou’s major sin in the relationship is that he thinks reader is always on the same page he is, because 80% of the time, that was true.

Now reader, reader absolutely did understand at first. They saw how much the negative media attention was tearing Katsuki apart. If toning down their relationship would help, reader absolutely would agree. Their alpha nature is to protect and to try and minimize stress for Bakugou; even at their own expense. So they’re on the self sacrificing side. Even reader’s current choices are half selfish and half self sacrifice. They need to get away for their own sake, but they currently firmly believe Katsuki would be happier with someone else. Somewhere along the way reader forgot how to talk to Bakugou’s about her own wants and needs. So now she’s out of sync with what he’s actually wanting and needing.

Long story short, they both love each other dearly, but they’ve forgotten how to be a good and effective couple together. Bakugou was too comfortable with how things were because of outside stress. Reader was too concerned with Bakugou’s needs over her own and bottled her emotions until she reached her breaking point.

So right at this moment Bakugou thinks reader is fine in the relationship, maybe a little sad that they aren’t mated, but he’s planning to fix that real soon. He is absolutely certain reader loves him deeply. Reader has started to doubt their loves are the same. She knows Bakunin loves her, but maybe it’s more of a pack or found family love and not romantic. She knows he’s fiercely loyal and she’s got herself half convinced that that’s the only reason he’s stayed in the relationship so far.

Sorry this reply took so long. Tumblr decided to delete the whole freaking thing when I was almost done writing it out.

[sam-moose]

This is a random blurb I made when I shifted to SPN for the first time, so yay!

Was this a request?: Yes!

Person who requested it: @constanza1000 hope you enjoy!

I groaned and made my way down the hallway. I just woken up from a bad hangover not to long ago and my head is KILLING me. Basically what happened was me and the boys went out to drink and we drunk a little to much. Dean went off with this Blondie while Sam and I were stuck together. I'm just praying to Chuck that he didn't do anything bad. Or I'm going to go die, again.

"Good morning R-A-C-H-E-L!" Dean yelled while I walked into the kitchen. Sam was probably getting dressed or something because he wasn't in here. "Before Moose gets in here, what the hell happened last night?" I groaned and stood beside Dean. He shrugged, "Sam was caught doing something. Um, kissing another girl. We had an argument while Castiel flew over and took you back here." He said and my eyes went wide.

So that's why me and Sam wasn't together in bed when I woke up. While I stood there and thought, everything was coming back to me, harder than before. Sam was caught kissing Ruby while I stood there shocked. Dean came over and pushed him, yelling at him while Castiel grabbed me and teleported me here. He wiped my fucking memory. What in the Lucifer's cage.

"Oh." Was all I said while I walked quietly back into my room. There was no way that I could face Sam after what he has done. To be honest, I don't want to face him, ever. A knock was heard at my door and my heart sped up, thinking it was Sam. "Rachel, are you awake?" Jack asked softly. I smiled, "Yeah! Come in if you want!" He peeped his head into the opened door and closed it back.

"How are you feeling?" He asked innocently and touched my head, probably making sure I didn't have a fever. "I'm alright, Jackie! It's just something happened last night and I don't wanna think about it." I answered and hugged him. He smiled and hugged me back gracefully, smiling like he never did before. "What happened if I can ask?" I nodded and sighed, "Sam cheated on me last night. With Ruby."

Jack's eyes went glowing yellow, ya know when he's angry. I gasped and put my hand on his shoulder. Jack was my best friend, and that's probably why you see us together 24/7. Hell, we even cuddle together when Sam doesn't want to, which I now know why. "It's alright, Jack! Please, don't get angry." I hugged him to get him to calm down and it worked. He sunk his head into my shoulder and hugged my tightly, never letting go.

"I'm sorry that he did this to you. I'm going to hurt him. What will make you feel better?" Jack asked and pulled back from the hug, looking into my eyes. I thought for a moment, "Umm, maybe you can get me some breakfast that Dean made and bring it in here? I'm a little hungry. And maybe we can go to the store and get your favorite candy." I said, wiggling my eyebrows. "Nougat?!" He exclaimed and I nodded.

Within a second, Jack ran out of my room and towards the kitchen. I giggled at his antics and laid back down onto my bed, scrolling through Tumblr. Jack walked into the kitchen and got a plate, piling eggs and pancakes onto it. "Wow, Jack. You're gonna eat all that?" Dean said and shoved an egg into his mouth. Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head, "No. It's for Rachel. Then we're going to go get some nougats!" He smiled and grabbed a fork, then pouring some syrup onto the pancakes.

Sam looked up, eyes burning red. "W-what?" He asked and Dean coughed, trying not to get Jack to hear him. "Run along. Tell Rachel to bring me some pie too!" He yelled while Jack zoomed back towards my room. "I will!" He yelled. Sam sighed and looked back down at his plate. Dean shook his head and looked at his brother. "Why the hell did you kiss the bitch?!" He asked. "She isn't a bitch, she's a demon and is pretty." Sam scoffed. Dean rolled his eyes, "Demons are a bitch. Even Crowley says it." He said and got up from his seat. "Well, me and Rachel are done anyway. It doesn't matter anymore." Sam replied. Dean again rolled his eyes and continued to eat.

"I'm back!" Jack exclaimed and handed me my plate. "Wow Jack! I love it!" I giggled and took the giant plate, sitting it on the table next to me. He handed me a fork and I grabbed it, taking a huge bite of the pancakes and eggs. "Oh my Chuck. This is freaking HEAVEN IN MY MOUTH!" I yelled and took even a larger bite. Jack chuckled and grabbed his fork, sinking it into the pancakes and eggs too. Even his eyes went wide at the taste of it.

"Hold on, let me do something real quick. Wanna record it?" I asked Jack and he nodded. "Sure. What are you going to do?" I smiled and gave him my phone, "Something graceful. I don't want to think about what happened last night so I want you to record this and post it on my Snapchat story." I smiled and walked down the hall, with Jack right on my tail.

I signalled Jack to set the phone up, then I told him what we're going to yell at Dean. "Alright, so, as soon as we press record, we're going to run into the library and yell, 'CAS AND DEAN ARE A CANNON!' and then laugh while running towards the dungeon with the phone still recording, and just laugh. Then keep recording when Dean starts beating on the metal door. Then we hang up." I whispered to Jack and he giggled.

"Wait, are Cas and Dean actually together?" He asked and I shook my head. "No, but I can tell that they are in love." I teased and Jack laughed. "Let's do it." He said and I ran over to set up the phone. We nodded to each other, ready to set up the prank. "3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . ." I lip synced and we ran into the library, jump scaring Dean. "CAS AND DEAN ARE A CANNON!!" Me and Jack screamed and ran out.

I could hear Dean curse to himself and yell at us, about to catch us. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled and Jack grabbed the camera, sprinting towards the dungeon. "WE'RE SO FUCKED!" He yelled towards the camera and I laughed, running into a wall. Dean fell onto the floor, sliding across and hitting his head on a table. "BAHAHAHAHA-" We both got back up and finally made it into the room, slamming the metal door.

"OH MY CHUCK!! I CAN'T-" I wheezed and fell onto the floor, clutching my stomach as I rolled around. Jack set up the camera but soon fell over, doing the same thing. "I c-can't breathe-" I was saying before I was interrupted by Dean banging on the door. "OPEN THE MOTHER FUCKING DOOR!" He yelled and banged on the door. "Well uh, *cough cough* that's it. I'll update you guys if you want. Other than that. Me and Jack, peace out!" I said and ended the video.

"Alright. How the heck are we going to get out of here?" Jack asked and wiped his eyes. I shrugged and yelled, "DEAN, IT WAS A JOKE! DON'T KILL US!" but Dean wouldn't listen. "NO. I'M GOING TO STAND HERE UNTIL YOU OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!" He said and kept standing in front of the door. "You're going to give up here in an hour!" I yelled. I could hear Dean yell no but suddenly, Jack had an idea.

"How about I teleport us back to your room?" Jack whispered and I nodded and giggled. "Sure." I replied and we where back into my room within a blink. "Wow." I said and smiled at him. Jack took a deep breath for what he was about to ask. "Um, Rachel? Can I tell you something?" He asked me and I nodded. He took another deep breath and said, "I, uh, I like you. And I was wondering if you would go out with me? I understand if you don't, I was just-" I interrupted him by placing my lips onto his.

For a split second, he didn't kiss back, but he then did. His lips felt like feathers, they were really soft. 30 seconds later, we let go and I could see pink rise up to his pale cheeks. "Yes. I would love to go out with you, Jack." I whispered and hugged him. Soon after this moment, we began dating and Sam was jealous. I didn't care about what he thought, as long as I was happy, nothing could change that.

[amuser-96]

Ok. Tumblr's been eating all my replies to this post but here it is.

I am so freaking salty about Toriel Undertale. That one line in True Pacifist where she says that she doesn't want murder to happen after all. As if she's expecting Frisk, a literal child, to solve her ex husband problem with murder. As if she's been expecting that at least one of the children who'd passed through her halls to solve all her problems for her. Via MURDER.

The way she confronts her ex husband in a very 'I would've done it better if I had been in your position.' It doesn't seem like she's mad because Asgore declared war against humanity, of which, one of her dead children had been. It almost seems like she's mad that Asgore went behind her back and humiliated her before all of their subjects, and that's why she's so mad. Why she can't face anyone anymore. This is why I think Undertale Toriel and Deltarune Toriel are two wildly differently different characters.

Toriel Undertale is a lot of things. Prideful, self-righteous, and always, always right. Even when she's wrong. And that's it. That's the problem. She's never going to admit she's wrong unless it's relevant to her own needs. You can bet your bottom dollar that this kind of thinking bleeds into her role as a mother. Hell. You see this happen in game.

That's why, despite years of a dream gone to waste because an entire Kingdom needed her. Even when she's freed of the Dreemurr name in her self enforced exile, why she would not take up the mantle of teacher for herself in the ruins. She's right and everybody else is wrong.

Why she's so selective with who is, and who isn't deserving of her attention.

Why she never became a teacher to those within the ruins, unless of course, they were special enough.

A poor defenseless human child, in a land out to get their very soul, and a funny Monster down on his luck, hiding behind the anonymity of a door.

Toriel made the right move, separating herself from Asgore, who abused his power as King to declare a war he knew they would lose if they were to ever reach the surface, killing children while he was at it.

Not only has Toriel divorced herself from her ex, but also, from the situation at large. She's replaced happiness, and her need to deal with grief with her role as a mother, and it's bad. She's misplaced all of her grief for the very first fallen child onto all of the children thereafter. She's placed this burden on all of their shoulders, and all the meanwhile, she's pushed them away before they could leave her.

She's become obsessed. Obsessed with the 'fallen child.' Obsessed with their shoes. Obsessed with being the grieving mother.

And it's not healthy for Toriel, and it's not fair to Frisk if Toriel continues on with her poor coping skills. In all honesty, Toriel needs professional help.

Hopefully, on the surface surrounded by all her adult friends, and underneath the sun, she can finally heal.

thanks everybody for entertaining on talking about the legal specifics of asgore’s divorce i gotta draw him now but this was very funny. please do add on if you ever wanna continue engaging in pointless talk i love it ms

[rotted-candy-hearts]

I go to Tumblr for laughs and th!nph0(which isn't any better for my health), not to feel bad about a sensory issue causing me to use polyester and cotton instead of wool and leather for my clothing, being in a fandom years ago that no one liked but I thought the characters looked cool and I didn't know about the bad stuff, being in fandoms now that have way to much criticism for being a kids show, or just not eating meat.

I mean come on, it's silly. It's silly that there's a whole bunch of people tearing each other apart in someone's notes about a kids show. It's silly that I feel like I have to justify why I can't wear wool and leather. And it's beyond silly that people act like they're better than everyone for adhering to these rigid rules that they made and followed. Now, there is some discourse I'm ok with being around, but it's usually the kind where I'm not about to reply and then see a death threat immediately and try not to freak out. It also usually doesn't end up just being someone placing themselves on a pedestal and calling themselves better than everyone.

I should probably just block any discourse blogs I see so I don't have to deal with that. But I also needed to express my anger and disappointment towards the people here.

Scrolling through someone's discourse Tumblr blog is a form of self inflicted torture.

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