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Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

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"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is

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me: i think i’m gonna write something light and fun me: *opens doc* me: so anyway here’s a story about grief, generational trauma, and a boy who dies in the snow

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editing is just you vs. past-you in a duel of questionable comma placement and emotional instability

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writing is hard when you’re a person with thoughts and emotions and also executive dysfunction and also a deep fear of being perceived

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I physically can't keep up with a daily post schedule, school just started back up and my major is kicking my butt... this is day 8 of poems for wonwoo, the man that keeps me going

The Weightless Place

By mid-afternoon, even the clouds seemed frayed —spilling not rain, but threads.

Time dragged its heels across the tiled floor of the day, leaving long marks and a silence shaped like sighs behind doorways and deadlines.

The sun felt like a mirror turned face-down. Even breath had weight.

But at dusk, something softened. A laugh — not loud, but folded carefully between two lines in a voice I didn’t know I’d memorised.

It did not try to fix the day.

It did not ask me to be brighter.

It simply arrived,

like a lamp left on in another room, like the bed already warmed, like the familiar cadence of something that never demands but always stays.

So I took off the hours, peeled back the ache, and sat quietly inside the moment that remembered me kindly.

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me opening my wip like a haunted house door. creaks. screams. regret.

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your draft isn’t bad. it’s just going through its awkward teenager phase. let it wear a hoodie and slam its door.

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hear me now

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😭😭😭😭

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every writer has that One Scene that came to them and now they have to write an entire story around it. what is that for you?

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I’m not technically procrastinating. I’m letting my story marinate in brain juices for a few minutes longer while I scroll tumblr

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Introducing SEVENTEEN. 10 Years and eternity.

click for HD

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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coincidence - yjh

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

genre/warnings - non idol au, college au, angst, hurt no comfort, crying, breakup theme, end of a relationship, minor fluff if you squint, based on coincidence by jeonghan

summary - jeonghan deceives himself with the thought of everything being a coincidence.

wc - 976

A/N - my first full angst that i'm crying about •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ coincidence is such a beautiful song, and i tried my best to sugarcoat it so i could at least write some comfort in the end but nope, that song is just too sad, sigh. i miss jeonghan so much, i wish he never has to suffer the pain he sang about 🤍

What if we had just decided to remain friends?

How nice it would have been if we hadn't made eye contact?

The bus was late, of course. Jeonghan sighed, watching the first fat drops splatter the pavement. His shoulders ached from the weight of the day's stress. He just wanted to be home. The rain picked up, turning into a sudden downpour, soaking the shoulders of his thin jacket in seconds. He quickened his pace, eyes scanning for any kind of shelter.

Finally, a small, worn shade over a closed storefront appeared, making him sigh in relief. He ducked under it, leaning against the cool brick wall, catching his breath. The street lights blurred into streaks in the wet air.

He shook his head, trying to dislodge the water from his hair, and that's when it hit him. Not the rain, but a sudden memory, clear as day, pushing through the tired haze of his mind. His heart ached wildly in his chest.

He was rushing, late for class as per usual when the sky opened up without a warning. He cursed under his breath, ready to just bolt through it, when you appeared out of nowhere. You were fumbling with a tiny umbrella, barely big enough for one person. You hadn't noticed him, struggling to open it against the wind. Jeonghan felt a tiny flutter bloom in his chest. 

But then, as a particularly strong gust nearly ripped the umbrella from your grasp, he instinctively moved. He reached out, his fingers brushing yours as he steadied the trembling fabric. You looked up, startled, your eyes widening, “Let me help,” he said, his voice a little gruff.

The umbrella popped open with a click, a small bright blue shield against the downpour. You blinked, then a soft smile touched your lips. "Oh, thank you." 

It was quiet for a second, both of you holding the umbrella but still getting soaked in the rain like fools. A bright blush coated your cheeks the longer you looked at him, and then as if a realization hit you, you moved. You held the umbrella out to him, stretching your arm. "Here, you'll get soaked."

He felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest at your offer—feeling completely raw and new to his consciousness. "No, you take it. I don't mind." He tried to sound casual, like this wasn't a completely unexpected act of kindness from a complete stranger. You frowned with a stubborn glint in your eyes. "But you helped me! It's only fair." You pushed the umbrella a little closer to him.

"Seriously, I'm fine," Jeonghan insisted, a faint blush creeping up his own neck. He gestured vaguely at his already damp shirt. "Look, I'm already soaked. You'll catch a cold."

"So will you!" you countered, your voice soft but firm. "Besides, I don't want you getting sick on my account." He let out a small, huffy laugh. "Your account? We literally just met." The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "How about we share it, then? Where are you going?" 

“To the bus stop two blocks down.” You said, your eyes still a little wide as you looked up at him. “No way!” Jeonghan chirped. “I’m also headed to the bus stop. We’re totally sharing.” You hesitated, your gaze flicking from the umbrella to his face, then back again. "But it's so small."

“Better than nothing, right?" He offered a reassuring smile, and you found yourself nodding slowly. You both adjusted your grips on the small blue umbrella, huddling slightly closer. The rain still splattered around you, yet the tiny shelter felt impossibly cozy.

Jeonghan exhaled slowly, the chill of the evening seeping in. He pressed his palms against the cool brick, keeping his regretful tears in. He irrevocably wished for the rain to either stop pouring, or drown him. He couldn’t stand here and not have you squeezed beside him under that stupid umbrella. 

He realized then that the harsh drumming of the rain on his shoulder had softened, and a sliver of bright blue was blocking the worst of it. He looked to his side, and his heart stopped beating. 

You were standing there, holding the same umbrella, angled just slightly to cover him while. Your arm was outstretched, not quite touching him, but close enough that he could feel the slight warmth radiating from your presence.

Your eyes were shadowed by the brim of the umbrella but when they met his, Jeonghan swore he saw tears in them. There was no playful mischief now, only a quiet, deep yearning that broke his heart. He wanted to reach out and wrap you in his embrace, but he was frozen in his place, trying to gain any semblance of control.

He saw the love still lingering in your eyes, but beneath it was hatred directed towards his foolish self. He didn't want that. He never wanted to see that in your eyes.

Then, with a barely perceptible sigh, you took a step closer, making his heart restart. He felt your warm hand hold his unbelievably cold one, and he let you wrap his fingers around the rusted shaft of your umbrella. “Here, you’ll get soaked.”

Jeonghan thought that maybe a dagger to his heart would hurt less than this. 

You took a step back, letting the rain drench you. Before he could reach out, you turned and walked away from him, almost urgently. As if staying in his presence was suffocating.

Jeonghan watched you go, his fingers loosening around the umbrella. His tears fell freely down his cheeks, sob after sob ripping through him. 

It had been a coincidence—the first time he met you. But this, now, was no accident. This painful goodbye was a choice neither of you made. Still, Jeonghan tried to tell himself it was just another cruel twist of fate, a coincidence as random as the rain, anything to make the ache in his chest a little less sharp.

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