#dor writes

[enassbraid]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

-> It's no secret Rin is horrible with words, let alone feelings. So he may need a little bit of help capturing the heart of the girl of his dreams... (1.2k words)

fem!reader (one time only thing) implied high school au, rin is bad at feelings but he manages, he also does not listen to anyone ! but he tried, kinda.

“It’s been six months, and you’re still afraid to tell her what you want?” Isagi said, astonished at the taller male’s way of going about this. 

“I’m not afraid of anything, dumbass.”

“Then why don’t you tell her already?”

For the past six months, Rin had been pursuing his feelings for you. But has he gotten anywhere yet? Nope. And was it his fault? Absolutely. 

Itoshi Rin was helpless, there was no doubt about it.

Anyone could see you felt the same way about him- hell, everyone has seen it. The way you swooned whenever he brushed his hand against yours, complimented you, or just looked at you. It was clear beyond a shadow of a doubt you shared romantic feelings for the younger Itoshi. 

Rin knew it too, deep down at least. So why has he been taking his sweet time confessing? Avoiding it at all costs? It was simple really, Rin was scared.

“What if she thinks I’m insane?” He said flatly, putting his cleats back in his bag before exiting the locker room. 

“Dude, if she thinks you’re insane for waiting so long, then that just makes her a hypocrite.” Isagi’s words were harsh yet true. You’ve both been going in circles for one another, waiting for the other to open an opportunity to declare their feelings.

Nonetheless, neither you nor Rin took the opportunities when they were presented. Leading to his current position, annoyed and confused with himself. Why was this so hard for him?

With a deep breath, Rin asked for a favor he never thought he’d ask any of his teammates. “I need advice.”

Isagi was stunned, not even he could see that one coming. He was more curious about why Rin thought he had that much experience with women, but that's besides the point. 

“I got it!” A louder, higher pitched voice came from around the corner. “Bachira?”

“Just tell her! Say you waited so long because you were testing her loyalty!” For once the boy was dressed in the locker room, but it didn’t change the fact he was giving horrible advice. “Rin, never say that. Use the word ‘test’ and she’ll shut you out.” Isagi clarified. 

“I don’t need your advice, bobcut.” 

“What about mine? I have an older sister, so I’ve heard a thing or two.” Another voice added himself to the conversation, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. 

“Because a princess knows what other princesses like…” Isagi mumbled to himself, a little confused on where Chigiri came from. Before Bachira popped in, he was sure he and Rin were the only ones in the locker room. 

“I’d take yours over bobcut’s anyday… what do you have to say.” Rin looked in Chigiri’s direction, awaiting his response.

“Just tell her you like her. I mean, it’s clear she likes you back. But if she needed time or anything like that, say you would wait as long as you had to.” Chigiri’s advice was simple and straight to the point, something Rin should have been thinking from the beginning.

“And tell her if you ever did something wrong, you’d fix it right away. Girls like that sort of reassurance… I think.” An orange haired muscle man appeared from behind Chigiri. Apparently, that was Isagi’s last straw. “Where are you all coming from?!” 

“This is the Blue Lock team’s locker room… and we just finished practice? This isn’t your personal hang out spot y’know.” Chigiri cut in, deadpanning at their prized striker. “Anyways, Kunigami also has a good point. Let her know she’ll be okay with you, even if something goes wrong.”

Rin piled all the advice up in his head, organizing it into a sentence he knew he could say. “Right…”

“So, are you gonna do it? Like right now? Today?” Bachira questioned excitedly, face brightening more than it was before.

“It’s none of your guy’s business.” Quite sick of being surrounded by what Rin could only consider ‘lukewarm idiots’, he rose from the bench he was seated on. “I’m leaving.”

“Not even a thank you, seriously?” Chigiri exclaimed as he watched the monotonous boy exit the locker room. Unbeknownst to him, Rin was actually considering thanking him. That is, if everything went smoothly. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact he was actually doing this, afterall.

Outside of soccer, Rin isn’t exactly the smartest. Sure, he’s good at english. But you might as well factor English in with soccer since that was his only motivation behind understanding it. Though he’s not an idiot. He wasn’t blind to your feelings, the same way you weren’t blind to his.

In short, Rin knew there was no way you’d turn him down. 

The walk felt longer than any other. He had been sure to give you a heads up that he’d be over, so at least he wouldn’t have to wait any longer once he showed up at your door. Then again, that didn’t change the fact he was getting more and more nerve-wracked with each step he took. 

Too lost in his thoughts, RIn didn’t even realize it had started raining by the time he was at your door. And even when he had noticed, he forgot almost immediately once you opened the door. 

“Walking in the rain, seriously?” You deadpanned at the male, who looked unphased by his dripping hair. 

“I didn’t realize.” ‘Shut it’ is what he’d add to that statement if it was anyone else. 

“You didn’t realize it started pouring on your way here?” 

“Just let me in already…” He groaned.

You stepped aside, allowing him to get through the door. He’s lost count of the amount of times he’d been in your home, but somehow it felt different this time. Perhaps it was the rain, making the lights look warmer than before. Or maybe it was because he knew things would be different once he left this time.

“How was practice?” You asked while grabbing a towel for him to dry off with, throwing it in his direction.

He caught it effortlessly, using it to squeeze the water out of his dark strands. “Lukewarm. No one learned anything outside of scoring their own goals.” 

“Same old, I guess…” You mumbled.

It was quiet for a moment, finding peace in each other’s company. The peace alone said a million words, but neither of you said a single one. Until Rin finally spoke up.

“Listen…” He paused briefly, trying to align his words in order to not make a fool of himself. “I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You both said in unison.

“I’m sorry! You go first, Rin.” Somehow, you already had a feeling you were going to say the same thing.

With a deep breath, Rin stopped cowering. “I know you know I like you… and you know I know you like me. So…”

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend? Officially?” You finished his sentence for him, tired of the agonizing wait.

Rin showed a rare smile, a real smile. It wasn’t a grin, but it showed the male’s genuine deep rooted feelings. For once, all his anger and resentment disappeared. 

“I wouldn’t mind that. As long as you wanna be my girlfriend, officially.” He mimicked your words from before, earning a giggle out of you.

“So, do you think anyone will notice a difference?” 

“Difference as in…?”

“Like how we act. Do you think anyone will notice we’re a couple now?” You elaborated.

Ah. Rin had almost forgotten half his team knew what he was doing, and probably the entire team by now. He grimaced at the teasing that was to come tomorrow, annoyed in advance. His expression didn’t go unnoticed by you, however.

“Who knows already…”

“The whole soccer team… probably.”

You both were in for quite a treat tomorrow…

[ceruleancattail]

It's not yandere but,, luring idia out of his room by meowing like the pied piper lmao

Y’know, like Nya

Idia Shroud x reader

The sound of fingers clacking against a keyboard, rapidly clicks. Almost like a machine gun, with unlimited ammunition. Shooting at abandon, cutting down line after line of enemies.

Idia was a seasoned warrior, second to none…that is, whenever he was behind a screen.

Heaving a sigh, you flop onto the couch, casting a longing gaze into his room. The new update must be a lot of fun, considering the racket emitting from his room.

Idia has his hobbies, and you have yours. It was something that you both understood, and respected. By no means would you want to drag him away from his gaming sessions, nor would he drags you away from something you loved.

However, it doesn’t mean you don’t get lonely.

You cast a glance at his room again, before the vague wisps of a plan flow into your mind.

A purr rolls off your tongue.

A slow, gentle sound, echoing around the room. Your voice is low. A sweet, velvety tone, your throat vibrating ever so slightly.

The typing still resumed. Although it slowed down a bit. Idia’s listening.

You meow again, doing your best to stifle your laughter as the typing slows to a halt. His chair creaks, shifting across the floor. Blue flames emerge from the doorway, flickering with every hue.

Holding your hand up, you curl it into a fist. Beckoning towards him, you give him a wink.

“Nyah!”

Immediately after, your cheeks grow warm, red running rampant throughout your face. Quickly, you drop your hand, before averting eye contact.

A flustered squeak, before a pair of hands press into your face. Carefully, they squish your cheeks, fingers trembling like leaves in a storm. Idia’s face is awash with red, the very tips of his hair beaming a cotton candy pink. They flicker with a bit more vigour now, bathing both of you in a gentle, peach hue.

“That… that was so cute.”

Words coming out in a shaky stutter, his lips slipping upwards in a smile. Idia’s arms snake around your waist, holding you in an embrace. He squeezes a little, an affectionate gesture.

His eyes glance up, meeting yours. A pale ember, starlight in the cold of night. Mesmerising, truly. You could look at them forever.

Your shoulders relax, body melting into his embrace. Idia sighs in relief, holding you a little tighter. His chin rests on your shoulder, chest pressed flush against yours.

You could feel every beat of his heart. Thumping against your skin even more rapidly then his typing. It brought you some comfort, at the very least.

At least your heart wasn’t the only one racing.

A breath wafts into your ear. Warm. Warm as his touch. Idia mutters, rather softly into your ear.

A whisper, a plea, meant for you and you alone.

“Could… could you do it again?

Just for me?”

[partiallyderived]

-ˋˏ life's too short to hold grudges (pgw)

genre: classmates to lovers au, fluff relationships: park gunwook x gn!reader warnings: n/a word count: 594 words author's note: i thought i would write something light. it isn't all that remarkable, but i still hope you enjoy it! disclaimer: i know none of these people personally, and i am not making any money off of this. title is from a quote in "anne of green gables". also, thank you to moni (@/taerrrrrae) for suggesting i write headcanons when i got writer's block. i appreciate you.

— honestly, the best way to explain your dynamic is to take the example of anne shirley and gilbert blythe from "anne of green gables", only with much less antagonism and outright disdain, because park gunwook is polite enough not to mock your hair colour, so you have no reason to crack the modern equivalent of a slate chalkboard over his head.

— the first time you see him, you think he's got to be a senior — except no, this guy is the top scorer in your class: debate club member, class monitor, teacher's everyone's favourite, park gunwook.

— and for no rational reason whatsoever, you declare war on him.

— it ends up only lasting for a month or so, until the next internal assessment, when you get a higher grade than him in physics, and he ends up messaging you at nine o'clock that night — very apologetically — wondering if you could maybe help him with some of the derivations.

— you tell him to come to school a little earlier the next day, and help him to understand the reasoning behind each step before class, and gunwook can honestly say — this is the moment his little crush on you begins.

— however, your teachers are ecstatic that he has more competition now, and because high schoolers love drama and inculcate it in everything they do, everyone becomes convinced that you two are friends not genuinely, but in some sort of psychological warfare way.

— like you're trying to take him down by sitting across from him at lunch and sending him the notes he misses from class when he's at debate competitions?

— and the thing is when gunwook tries to refute the allegations, everyone seems to think that a) he's being too nice b) he's being too naive and c) (courtesy of ricky, gyuvin and junhyeon from the class above) he should just ask you out.

— it's a little bit funny, how everyone seems convinced that you two hate each other behind your friendly facades, but also mildly concerning — because they're way too invested in something that has nothing to do with anyone but you two. so your genius solution is: spend more time together, in public.

— poor gunwook is about to combust.

— and it is on one of these days — at the library, after school, when you've taken his help to grab the reference books the librarians keep on the highest shelves — that he says, very quietly, "i think i like you."

— and you take it jokingly because what the actual heck who confesses in a library when it is pin drop silent and the librarians are watching and say, "i should hope so? otherwise it would make the past few months really awkward."

— "no, i mean — i like like you. in a romantic sort of way."

— and your very articulate response? "oh. well, uh, i like you too. i was going to ask you out on graduation day, or like, after the suneung."

— and then you both continue on as if nothing happened, because both of you are aware of your need to focus on school. although that's not to say there's any miscommunication — you are aware of his stance on dating now, as gunwook is aware of your stance on dating now, and the agreement both of you have is: you'll be together officially, just without the actual going out aspect.

— it doesn't change much of your daily dynamic, only that people quickly shut up when he walks into class with your books in one hand and your hand in the other.

— power couple. 10/10.

[gintrinsic-writing]

BOY HOWDY, IT'S HERE. At long last, indeed. 😭

Degrees of Resurrection, Chapter 13.

[eadwulfs]

SO stuck on waiting TWO WEEKS for the POTENTIAL DORYM REUNION I’m vibrating

[spidey-bie]

After thinking about my mutual's post that talks about Hobie is passively suicidal (in the comics) now I'm thinking about him with a suicidal reader. What does he do? How does he feel seeing someone that he cares about actively throwing themselves into dangerous situations without any regard to their life? How does he help them? Every time he tells them something encouraging does he think about how much of a hypocrite he is?

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

random kel dor headcanon: part of advancing to the highest ranks of the Baran Do is essentially getting a high-level degree in some specialisation of meteorology/earth sciences in general. You pick a topic to specialise in, study that topic, learn all about how it works and how the Force interacts with/reflects that topic (for example, using the Force to read climatic factors that go into storm formation), you write a dissertation of sorts, and then you get to put your new skills into practice for a bit before you find out if you passed :D

headcanons also that this is where sages learn to throw lightning. It's the culmination of the lightning-rod techniques, and it's very different to sith lightning - you just get one big flashy bolt, as opposed to the tesla-coil shit that comes out of sith stuff - because this is dealing entirely with natural forces as opposed to rawdogging the force with the power of ur absolute bullshit. it's powerful, but v dangerous, as u can imagine.

anyway i like to think that Plo did his Sage!PhD on short-term hazard response, since that would probably have a lot of crossover with like. half of the usual Jedi work. It probably would have meant studying a whole bunch of hazard types but tbh that's a feature not a bug lol

[blueaiyuice]

a ggang team screentime screenshot megapost because im sad and miss them

them smol jeongjian... so cute

jeonghyeon really spent half the time just chatting to jianyu who prob only understood maybe half of what he was saying. the way they got along right away ;-; jeonghyeon does not shut up fr

something about the way they're standing is so funny to me

and junhyeon joins the team!!! look how happy junghyun is to get him if there was any friendship we were completely robbed of it was junhyeon and junghyun

mf LITERALLY just got there and he's already plotting (also jianyu smiling at him bc junhyeon is cute and i agree)

junhyeon realizing that the rest of his teammates are unhinged (also jianyu beckoning seunghwan over aawwww)

THE WHOLE SQUAD IS HERE!!!

not even like a second in and there's already a view of seunghwan comforting junhyeon :(((

GUYS QUICK IT'S JIANYU'S ONE SECOND OF SCREENTIME!!!

why seunghwan lowkey side-eye junhyeon when he volunteered (this looks like an evil edit screenshot)

junhyeon's best bp fit (im biased bc im american), look at him, what a turnaround

a deadly jeonghyeon smirk, this is where he started getting traction fr

jianyu happy to be there not knowing that would be his last performance :( or the fact he only got a second of screentime :((( even less than zihao

they stand like they're giving a group presentation and junhyeon did all the work

junhyeon just like me fr: clueless and proud

the way seunghwan looks at junhyeon <3 (once again: what is it with ggang team and lovingly staring into each other's eyes)

quick jianyu jumpscare (pretty flashbang) and the iconic thumbs up

THEY'RE PREMARITAL HAND HOLDING YOUR HONOR!!

some cute 2jh siblings core. they really busted their ass for this mission like jeonghyeon did NOT stop practicing in that practice video

dor told me jianyu suggested they do pushups and ngl i feel like he did

not at how both of them are smiling after junhyeon's glasses accidentally fell LMAO

okay im done back to my crawly hole i go

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

i saw a horrible post so i must rage

I am literally fucking losing it like if you really are (sorry) that fucking stupid and didn't pay any motherfucking attention to the motherfucking information this motherfucking game gives you about what githyanki ascension is and think lae'zel's ascension ending is only fucking questionable and there is literally no fucking cure for your brainrot bc your listening and reading comprehension is dead. lae'zel became lich food, she's dead. she's gone. it's not just ominous, it's bad. she's fucking dead. WITHERS COULDN'T FIND HER.

like for the love of god you can like a negative character development ending, i.e the "bad" ending without trying to twist it like its secretly a good ending.

you are so disingenuous in how much you need g*d!Gale or ascended!ast**rion to be a morally good choice for you to make that you'll treat the extinguishing of lae'zel's life as only ~questionable or try to justify sh*rheart as well its not so bad when it's like did you have your eyes open at all during this character's storyline. genuinely. why would it be bad for a character who has a divine shock collar that gives her unbearable pain every time she committed wrongthink by being herself (and yet she still keeps committing wrongthink for a few decades bc that's just who she is), to then shackle herself to the one who gave her the divine shock collar, esp when one of the major steps towards that is made when she's completely uninformed and just thinks she wants to do that and isn't really aware that the goddess she's about to kill the gay aasimar for had her kidnapped as a child and have regularly had her brutalise her parents and wipe her memory since then for like over 30 years. you can enjoy evilheart but that doesn't really stop it from being the worse ending in terms of how happy she is.

Like, imagine calling it "the endings where characters get what they want" and then saying its bad writing if they're all bad. all that means is that you fundamentally misunderstood the text bc that is an extremely shallow read lol bc none of these people are experiencing the level of contentment they do in their (and i know this is a very scary word but its okay i promise) good endings.

[screwzara]

Alike They Are, Father & Son

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Really crappy summary: The first and last time it saw him instead of his son

Latest Timeline: Boboiboy The Movie 2(not the galaxy season 2 comics because I'm reading from webtoon for the English translated comic, currently at issue 10)

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"Mechabot, please~", pleaded Boboiboy, "I promise I'll take good care of Ochobot!"

Mechabot looked at the boy and the power sphere who was hiding behind him, "Kid, look. I know you want Ochobot to stay but it can't-", Boboiboy cut it off, "But why? Me and Tok Aba have you, plus you'll have a robot friend too!"

"Boboiboy....", the red power sphere started. 'This kid....', it thought as it stared at the boy and sighed, ".... Fine, but that doesn't mean you'll go around playing with your new buddy out in the open where others can see you, we still have some rules to follow".

Boboiboy's face lit up, "Really!? Thank you Uncle Mimi!", He shouted excitably as he picked up Ochobot and ran back to his room.

The way he acted, it reminded Mechabot of someone.... it missed him

"Would you look at that, he acts like you but less mean", it whispered to itself

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"BOBOIBOY", Mechabot started wide-eyed at the teen who had woken up

Boboiboy gulped as he looked at Mechabot, "Umm... Hi?"

The power sphere calmed itself and continued, "...Do that again and you are grounded for two months", it replied

The boy paused, "You're not gonna yell at me for putting myself in danger...?", Mechabot looked at him incredulously, "Of course I'll yell at you for putting yourself in danger like that! I'm not stupid enough to yell at you while you're on bed rest"

"Oh, I thought I got away this time", he pouted, "Please, as if you could escape that", the red power sphere replied in a huff, the teen giggled. "When can I go to my own bed though?", Boboiboy asked Mechabot, "In a few days probably, they still need to do some checkups and what not to make sure you're actually ok to go home"

"Anyways, I'll leave you to your rest now, these guys are sticklers for visitor hours apparently and they'll kick me out if I stay any longer", Mechabot spoke, "Oh ho, are ya scared?~", Boboiboy teased, "Me? HAH! Really boi? But seriously, I saw Gopal get kicked out yesterday when he tried to visit you after visitor hours and he did not look like he was in good shape", Mechabot responded as it started for the door

"Hehe, ok ok, bye Uncle Mimi!", Boboiboy waved as Mechabot went away.

He wondered if what Mechabot said was true, sure enough a few minutes later, the staff came to see if anyone was in outside visitor hours

'Wow, it was not kidding when it told me that', he thought

Mechabot only stared as the sky slowly dimmed and the stars began to poke out, "You two really are alike, aren't you?", It spoke to itself

'Like Father Like Son, huh Amato?'

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[enassbraid]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞

-> Reo could have anything and everything he wants, some more replaceable than other. But why would he want to replace something (or rather someone) that's irreplaceable? (1k words)

-> CW) Reo's parents are really shitty here, gaslighting, cursing, ummm reo shows a brief sign of crazy but it's nothing compared to the toothbrush scene, kinda dialouge heavy, kissing lol

This is more Reo-centric tbh. I've never seen a fic that included how his parents would feel about a relationship with someone that wasn't mega rich, and wanted to experiment with that idea a bit.

Also, this was a scrap from the event I'm working on. I didn't wanna put it to waste so here it is.

“Reo, sweetie… we love you dearly, you know that?”

Reo merely stared at what was in front of him, his parents. It was hard to tell whether he was pissed, upset, or unbothered. But anyone who knew the young man would tell you exactly what that look on his face meant.

He’s pissed.

“But we think you need to reconsider this… decision of yours.” His father finished. The purple haired woman next to him nodded firmly at her husband’s words. “As much as we love you, we also need to keep the Mikage Corporation in mind. And that… person of yours… how do I put this?”

“They aren’t good enough for you or the family.” Reo’s father said what his mother was too scared to say. 

In short, you didn’t match their qualifications for Reo’s “future partner.”

“I’m sure they’re a joy to be around, really. But they don’t come from a wealthy family. One of the most important things to look for in a lover is a family-”

“So this isn’t about me, this is about the company? Whatever happened to ‘loving me dearly?’” Reo cut his father off, not wanting to hear another word out of him.

“We do love you, sweetheart. That’s why we want what’s best for you. And who you want to bring into the family isn’t worthy of accompanying you, let alone becoming a Mikage.” His mother’s tone was so sweet it was almost sickening. What was the point in acting so nice while spouting the cruelest words? 

Reo’s brows furrowed harshly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to call them out on their bullshit, or punch them. The latter was most preferable. 

“You two don’t know a thing about (Name), so just shut up. Whatever I choose to do with my life is none of your business.” Reo spat.

His father opened his mouth to rebuttal, but Reo ran off before he could get a word out. As much as he wanted to chase after him and drill the meaning of being a “heir” into his head, a hand on a shoulder held him in place.

“Don’t.” Mrs. Mikage started, gazing at seemingly nothing. “He’ll understand sooner or later, just have some faith in him.”

Reo wanted nothing more than to kiss you passionately right in front of his parents. He knew it’d piss them off further, and that’s exactly why he wanted to do it. Why does he have to be the only one pissed off in this situation? His parents have to be worried, and you…

“So… does that mean we have to break up?” 

And you have to be guilty.

“No. We aren’t breaking up, I promise.” Reo reassured. He hated how you felt like this mess was your fault, because it wasn’t. It was his parent’s fault.

It was like they had a checklist for Reo’s potential lovers. Are they wealthy? Are their parents also CEO’s? Or at least work in higher ranks for a big company? Are they attractive (in their eyes)? If they didn’t fill out every box, they were shunned out of Reo’s life.

You weren’t like his previous partners, not in the slightest. For one, he’s with you because he loves you, and not because he’s bored. That’s a great place to start. 

“They’re assholes, that’s all there is to it. They don’t care about anything outside of their stupid company.” Reo’s words were as bitter as coffee. By this point, you weren’t sure if he was comforting you or himself. Perhaps a mix of both?

“If they don’t want me around… does that mean we’re gonna have to keep this a secret?” You looked at him curiously, wondering how this will work out without getting under his parent’s skin even more.

Reo grinned. “Who said we’ll have to keep this a secret?”

“By that… you mean…?”

“I mean… I think I’m gonna have to start bringing you around my place even more.”

His words stunned you. Just how would that help his situation? The boy stood there, grinning like an idiot, as if this was the best idea ever. 

“Think about it! If you were always around, they’d have no choice but to warm up to you. And if they even try to belittle you, then I'll-”

You cut him off. “Okay- I get it. You can calm down now.”

“My bad…”

His plan was irrational to no end. His parents were perfectly capable of cutting you out of Reo’s life if they really wanted to, even he knew that. But no matter what route he takes, risks will always be apparent. Of course, Reo wanted to take the route that’d corner his parents. Was he sure it’d work? Nope. 

But he was okay with taking chances to keep you a part of his life.

“You know I’m doing this because I love you, right?” Your ears perked up at this, already figuring that was the case to begin with. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this just to piss off my parents.” He finished.

“Even if that was your reason, I still wouldn’t mind.” You stated. It baffled Reo, that you were so willing to go along with whatever you wanted. It reminded him...

“Have I ever told you?”

“Told me what?”

“I’ve had a lot of things in my life, but I think you’re the best of them all. Well- minus the fact that you’re a person, not a thing. But you get my point.” He affirmed with a wide, gentle grin. 

You pulled him in for a sweet kiss, which Reo gladly accepted. 

In that moment, Reo could only think of how much better you were than anyone else his parents would prefer.

He could kiss you back and feel sincere about it. And he could pull you closer not because it was what his body wanted, but because it was what he wanted.

You were the best thing that’s ever been Reo’s.

Well, minus Nagi. But you still came before him.

[slavhew]

I FORGOT TO POST THESE HERE. Anyways. Chapter 103 cope

[maehemthemisfit]

Help how do ppl find beta readers bc i am strugglingggg 😭

THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP !!

I hear you 😭

honestly idk, my guess is just do a summary of your fic, who's it about, maybe add a word count, and see if anyone's interested.

I would suggest either both of you have discord (or just better communication apart from Tumblr) or post your fic privately and share the link with beta readers

[partiallyderived]

-ˋˏ pens, pop, and potential love interests ˎˊ (kjh)

Summary: You lend the cute guy in class a pen.

Pairing: Kum Junhyeon x GN!Reader

Word Count: 683 words

Warning(s): None.

A/N: My dudes, this is crack. I haven't published anything since 2021 and my writing skills need honing, but enjoy. Also, like many college students, I am sleep deprived. The Pop in the title refers to soda. I'm going to edit this when I'm less sleep deprived. There will be an extended cut.

It begins with Pepsi.

Or, rather, it begins with a pen — a good, well-used Maxwriter in blue, which everyone knows is the best type of pen for taking notes; cheap but not cheap.

When you first meet him, his hair is dyed brown. In the light, it doesn’t look like coffee or strong tea or oak or chestnut; it looks like the toffees of your childhood, the ones your grandparents pressed into your hands with each visit.

His name is Kum Junhyeon — nineteen years old, three months older than you and leagues apart in confidence and popularity; the apple of the seniors’ eyes — and he sits behind you in your nine a.m. Biomolecules lecture. He laughs like a thundercloud and makes jokes that make even the strictest of professors smile, and maybe, just maybe, you are a little infatuated with him.

Because it can’t be anything else when he taps you on the shoulder and you freeze.

Caught like a deer in headlights when all the poor boy wants is a pen because his ran out of ink.

What you remember of the exchange is that you thrust your pencil pouch at him — all six pens, four pencils and two highlighters worth of it. You fumble a little in the middle — the angle is awkward, and the next table is placed just a bit higher than the one in front of it — and he has to grab onto the pouch so it doesn’t spill onto the floor, which means he has to grab onto your hands, which means your hands jolt like a kick-started engine, which means —

“Oh my god I like him?!”

Esha from Psychology, first year like yourself, has no sympathy. She’s taken to your life as if it were a drama made specially for her, and even now, she lounges on her bed like a queen, popping jelly beans into her mouth while you have a fun little breakdown on your side of the room.

“But like,” she says once the jelly beans have run out, “he’s cute, right?”

“The cutest. I hate it. My heart goes all wonky when I’m around him, and he didn’t even give me my pen back.”

//

He’s there early in your next class, dressed in a hoodie and jeans pulled so low that you have to tell yourself to avert your eyes. He looks sheepish.

You slide into the seat beside him instead of the one in front of him. A test of courage, but also because you want your pen back.

He does not have the pen. He lost the pen. He is not sheepish because of the pants; he’s sheepish because he has to tell you he lost your pen.

But Junhyeon is quick to clarify, “But it’s not that I lost it, (Name). More like, I don’t know, someone stole it from me. I swear!”

The story goes that he went to submit his work to the teacher and left the pen in the Biochemistry lab. When he came back five minutes later, the pen was gone.

“It was a good pen! The best pen! I’ve never held a better pen in my life!” Junhyeon tells you, and you believe him, because Maxwriters are good pens. And it’s fine! You can always buy another one, but you really liked that pen.

Rest in Peace, Maxwriter. Sacrificed for some guy. You were a real one.

///

Honestly, you think it’s a forgotten thing. The Professor came in before you could respond, but you had flashed him a thumbs up and gone about your business, and he hadn’t really said anything else during class, so that was that.

And then, in the canteen, when you and Esha have finally managed to get a simultaneous free period, one of the guys from Physics sets a bottle of Pepsi in front of you. Taped to the condensation, barely holding on for dear life like your sanity, is a sticky note that says I’m sorry for losing your pen. :( We should totally go out to buy another pack together - Junhyeon.

Boys are so stupid. He didn’t even write his number down.

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[gintrinsic-writing]

DoR Ch. 13 Update:

So I obviously didn't meet my self-imposed Jan 1 deadline, but I'm looking at a beefy 10k+ chapter that's getting heavy edits, so... silver lining?

Anyway, here's an apology excerpt:

Sky abruptly steps between them and coldly stares Karusa down. He holds out his hand palm-up toward the other heroes. It is at once a request and a demand. “A sword, please.” His soft words are at odds with the fire in his eyes and the blood dripping from his cheek.  Twilight hesitates. “This can’t be right. It can’t be. At least let me—” “He’ll kill you, Twilight,” Sky says calmly, never looking away from Karusa, never underestimating the danger they’d all been willing to overlook mere hours ago. “Give me a blade.” It is Legend who parts with his weapon first. “You’ll know her,” he says simply, and Sky’s fingers curl around the Tempered Sword’s hilt with reflexive surprise. “See? Don’t hold back.” Sky nods. “I won’t.”  Perhaps this was always meant to be, Karusa reflects. Hylia’s first hero, struck down by her last, by the one she could not keep.

[truetogaia]

being moots w ppl basically means u get to spam their inbox and occasionally take a shit in their dms