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awrkive · 11 months

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[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.

you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)

WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)

WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)

NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️

‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE

You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.

Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.

You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.

It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.

When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.

That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.

Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?

You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!

Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.

Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.

"God."

As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.

"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.

Oh my god. You wanted to cry.

You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."

Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.

Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.

You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.

Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.

He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.

Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.

"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"

You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."

He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.

"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.

"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.

Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.

Ugh.

"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.

But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.

You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.

"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.

"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.

You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.

But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.

Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."

"Hm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.

"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.

So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.

"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.

"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.

"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, well."

You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.

"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.

"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.

"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.

"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.

"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."

"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.

"So…?"

You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.

"Okay, sure." You shrug.

"Fuck, you're the best."

This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.

You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.

Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."

You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.

"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."

You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.

Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.

He stops kissing you.

"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."

Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.

"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.

You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."

"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.

But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."

You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.

Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.

Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.

It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.

Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."

You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.

When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.

As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.

What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.

"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.

"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."

He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.

The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.

"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly

"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."

And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.

"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.

"Good girl."

And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.

"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.

"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.

Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.

Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?

"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."

You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.

"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.

So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.

When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.

"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.

He only let out a non-committal hum.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, baby?"

"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.

"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.

"Thanks, I guess."

Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.

"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."

You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.

Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."

"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."

Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."

"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.

"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."

You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?

"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"

Oh god, your essay. Right.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.

Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."

That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.

"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."

You think you'll start doing it more, too.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook fanfic #bts smut #bts imagines #jungkook drabble #boyfriend jungkook #fic: cn&bl #cnbl: extras

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darkdevasofdestruction · 2 years

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omg yay!! okay so after reading that the reader in your lovely pyramid head fanfic befriended most of the killers (it was so cute😿) and comforting them, encouraging them, etc. i got an idea for a request with jiwoon!!

so, he develops a kind of weird friendship with a survivor, whos willing to listen to his music and his story in general and thay obviously boost his already gigantic ego but also it makes him completly enamored with the reader!!

and i imagine him to be really clingy and all, so he probably just suprises her by hugging her while shes repairing a gen or scrolling through the entity's realm and he gets so overprotective sometimes, he wont let anyone come near them when theyre together and keeps calling her affectionate names and other stuff bc hes in love!! why wouldnt he do that . but the surv is literally so obvious and dense she thinks those are just friendly gestures.

so um, this got really out of hand and is probably chaotic af, but based on that, could i request something about him acting like that? or just soft in general fic/drabble with jiwoon?? depends on what you feel like writing🥰

First of all, I’m so happy that you liked my work! Secondly, I hope you’ll like this too! <3

Though he was the newest killer brought by the Entity, for the longest time, he never got to have his go at a trial, so he got incredibly frustrated and bored, took his bat and went into the woods by himself to hit trees and bushes by himself.

At first, he was excited to be taken in a place where he could kill at his leisure without any consequence, but what CAN he kill if he can’t go array outside of the trials, and he’s not being taken to one already?

After he’s channeled most of his frustrations on whatever vegetation he found, he started singing some of his songs and practicing his choreography out there where nobody could bother him.

Or so he thought.

He wasn’t the only one with the brilliant idea of taking a walk - You, also, took frequent walks away from the Survivor’s Camp because they were never that nice with you, hence why you got along much better with the Killers.

So when you heard some acapella singing, you got really excited and went ahead to look who’s the artist - But you were also pretty shy, so as soon as you picked up a human silhouette, you hid behind a tree and peeked at the eccentric looking man.

He was singing in Korean, and from his looks, outfit and dancing skills, he looked like a k-pop idol.

He was so talented though, you were absolutely mesmerised!

As soon as he made his final move and stopped singing, as if basking in the silent applause that he would get, should he have been at a real show... He actually DID hear clapping.

Turning around, he noticed your timid form from behind the tree, cheering on him, wearing a bashful smile on your face.

“That was really beautiful! Congratulation for you show!” he was mesmerised beyond belief --

Someone in this shithole was actually appreciating his art! He was in love! Oh, he was sooo~ in love!

He will walk all cocky towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pull you flushed to his chest, calling you ‘Jagi’ before he pulled out his phone to show you his full discography and pointing out at which time there were the screams of his victims synthetized, and he started explaining how he mixed them into the music, how he found out the way to manipulate the screams and grunt of pain, where to hit the person to create each sound and what not.

You didn’t care much about how macabre it sounded - You had already got used to all this chaotic mess - So you were really captivated by the whole process of creating peak art.

From then on, Jiwoon would come to the Survivor’s Camp ALL the time just to grab you by the wrist and pull you to his camp or into the forest - He’ll have you dance with him while he sang or hummed, or will have to be the spectator to his shows while he performed for you.

Sometimes you think that he has no idea what your name is, because he only calls you pet names like ‘Jagi’, ‘Jagiya’, ‘Yeobo’ or ‘Nae sarang’ and many more.

Whenever the two of you are together, he’ll keep an arm around you, sometimes his hands even wandering here and there, and would kiss your cheeks, neck or jaw, just to show off how you are his and nobody can even look at you.

His favourite time is when the two of you are in a trial and he gets to surprise you by jump-hugging you when you least expect it.

Jiwoon would drag you around the whole place just so he could show off the sounds he gets out of the victims while he mori’s them - Oh, he gets so cocky, especially when you point out which song and what part of it can fit with the same kind of scream the dead survivor made - You were really paying attention to him!

He would dip you back and pull you into a deep kiss - You really managed to stroke and inflate his ego to the maximum.

He doesn’t have much influence when in comes to keeping other killers at bay during their trial with you, but at least when you’re with him, you know you’re having fun and will always escape without a single scratch or bruise.

After all, The Trickster only loves your sweet sounds and sighs, that make for a completely different and out of bounds melody that only he gets to listen to.

#dbd x reader #dbd imagine #dbd headcanons #dbd #dead by daylight imagine #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight headcanons #the trickster #the trickster x reader #the trickster imagine #the trickster headcanons #jiwoon hak #jiwoon hak x reader #jiwoon hak headcanons #jiwoon hak imagine

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lavenoon · 1 year

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1st of all, need to say, adored Dove on the Roof and I'm sending you the longest review once I can after work, this is a threat 🔪 2nd of all–if you've thought of it and you wanna share the tidbit–I loved how after sharing Horizons name and Y/N admitted they only used his gadgets, Moon said he was gonna tell Eclipse abt it, Re:

“I’m going to tell him you said that. It’ll be terrible, because he’ll get even smugger, but it’s too good not to.”

and like. Luce. If you wanna share. I'd love to know how Eclipse reacted to that. Bc yes he'll be so smug abt it i just know it, but i also think he'd be really touched that like, his brothers' partner feels that strongly abt the stuff he makes? Struggling to stay coherent bc English is not my first language, but I just gosh. i loved it. going bonkers. hitting u w that long review later. get ready. -Soldrope ☀️💧

New morning new braincells, let's go!

I have devoured your comment(s) and I have been so so normal about the amount of thought and analysis and how many things you've caught that I tried to write in! I'm so so happy that it all came across and I literally cried reading your comments already gfdhjs now I only hope I soon get the spoons to go through my ao3 inbox and reply to the comments I've amassed

As for Moon telling Eclipse? It didn't happen in that window between Moon date fade-out and Sun date, because Moon was too busy cuddling and being a lovebird (he finally gets to be a bird too! <3), though it'll happen after the Foxy conversation after Sun's date.

That conversation will be addressed in a proper drabble/ chapter (they've been getting longer, so by now drabble feels no longer appropriate gfhdjs), so since I haven't written that yet this might not quite fit with how things turn out, but it'll be a fun thought until then!

Because after all that, and not charging the night before due to cuddle priorities (and they haven't quite yet reached the stage of a permanently installed charging cable at Y/N's side of the duplex) (it's definitely a thought though, because lugging around their cable for sleepovers has a bit of a hassle), Moon will excuse himself for a quick charge before work, and handle a little special phone call <3

(Eclipse will be smug enough. Moon doesn't need to make the gloating even easier by providing something to screenshot)

Eclipse, on the other hand, is positively surprised and doing his best not to be weirded out by a spontaneous phone call from his brother. That just didn't happen before! He's still getting used to the closer contact, too, and his first thought won't be a good one. Maybe another emergency? At least this time he'll hear about it sooner?

Well, only for Moon to pull the rug from under him completely.

"What do you mean, you haven't talked about me before?"

"I mean, we were trying to flirt, which already kept misfiring. Adding complicated family history that paints a rather ugly picture of us when they never asked wasn't really... Something that came up."

A sigh, and Eclipse does his best to cover up the lingering hurt. He knows their relationship was rocky at best, and he wasn't exactly eager to talk about them to other people either.

(It helps a little, knowing that part of it was guilt - he wasn't forgotten, instead his brothers felt too bad to casually bring him up. But he also doesn't like being a guilty secret either. In the end, he pushes it away to unpack later, and focus on the conversation at hand)

"How did it 'come up' then?"

Silence from the other end, as Moon quickly decides that no, he's not going to explain that he made his own first date emotionally charged in the heavy way to finally talk about his brother, much less the exact conversation that sparked it.

Eclipse never asked for their favorite colors, either.

"No, no, look, that's not the important bit. They went off on me for not telling them."

"Makes sense."

"Because they're a fan of your work."

"Makes s- huh?"

"They like your designs. They exclusively buy their own gadgets, except for when one of yours gets distributed. They said, and I quote, 'That Horizon?'"

Again, silence, as Eclipse processes that. That's so far from what he expected, or even figured would ever be in store for him. He knows his work is good, the agency doesn't really entertain slackers and subpar work, not for leading researchers - but that doesn't mean he feels appreciated. The people he works with are more neutral to annoyed by his antics, and the actual results he produces seemingly fade into the background.

So hearing there's someone out there who, dare he say it, is a fan?

He already thought Y/N/ Robin is nice enough from just the stories Sun and Moon shared before, but this? Now, within seconds, he's decided he has to meet them and become friends.

Hopefully they'll still like him once they've met him.

By now, he's been silent for a while.

"... Eclipse?"

The anxiety gets pushed away yet again, and instead Eclipse starts laughing. Softly, first, but then it turns into a full blown cackle.

Moon just sighs.

"Here we go."

"Since when? How long have they liked my stuff?"

"I didn't ask, that wasn't exactly the focus of the conversation."

"You can ask right now though! Ask them!"

"They're at work!"

"Send them a text then! You'll say you forgot if you don't do it now!"

"I wouldn't forget!"

"Yeah, but you'd say that!"

They squabble a bit, and it feels nice - just your normal, comfortable sibling banter, something they didn't get to share for the longest time. Both draw it out, just a bit, to enjoy it more.

Moon does send the text, but only after making a production out of "not wanting to". Eclipse laughs some more, that smug snicker of a younger sibling winning out over the older one.

And then he thinks of something else, too.

"Oh, oh, have you told them about that drone I've been trying to get approved?"

"No, I haven't, tell them yourself. Did that still not go through? You mentioned that weeks ago, they're really dragging their feet."

"They say it's a fire hazard, and I keep trying to explain that that's the reason why I need them to approve the more expensive fireproof material. Somehow they don't seem to understand that."

The conversation drifts towards other topics, then, but Eclipse is very much soaring from the start of it. That little "tell them yourself" is enough to reassure him on so many levels - this isn't an exception, this is going to be normal, his brothers want him to meet their partner, want to introduce them and give him a chance to talk to them himself.

The anxiety is still there, and a bit of it we see in Duck Duck Goose - he needs them to like him, needs things to go well, and to leave a good impression. He's more than just his work, and unfortunately he's afraid that they won't like the person behind the codename, and that confidence boost of them liking his work doesn't quite shine through.

They'll get there! It'll just take a bit of work, and time, but they're all very willing to put that effort in <3

#answer let luce #soldrope asks #accidentally undercover #im not wordcounting that good luck #it feels normal ask length for me but yknow that doesnt narrow it down much lmao #this took me the entire morning because I kept getting distracted FGHDJS #also now I thought about your comments again and I'm melting again aaaa #hope this lil scenario elicits even a fraction of the joy I felt reading your comments hehe <3

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simpjaes · 1 day

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60 [milf hunt] 61 [prp] 62 [serial sweetheart] 63 [night/day shift] 64 [frenzy 1+2] 65 [hypersexual + first date etiquette] 66 [one of the damned girls]

pls + ty 🩷

60.) What inspired the plot for MILF HUNT? the fic still isn't finished yet and im SO SORRY FOR THAT but basically just the idea of jay wanting to be both daddy and an actual dad. i need to write him as a toxic service top so bad 61.) In PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM, what's your favorite scene that you wrote? if you want the honest truth, it was all the side stuff with the rest of hyung line. if there's anything i love in a fic, it's giving the side characters an insane amount of time to shine. in player rank tho, i did cut down quite a bit. i think the fic was actually closer to 40k when i finished it but i removed a lot. some ppl might note that in my other fics with side characters too, i always make them a borderline love interest too :| outside of that, it's when reader is humping heeseung's pillow and he walks in like "omg ur so gross for doing that" 62.) In SERIAL SWEETHEART, was there a deleted scene/idea that you wish you could have included? why did you cut it? well, serial sweetheart was a revamp and actually, nothing was cut out of that one. this question would be WELL suited for paid in&paid off or frenzy tho like omg....the shit i cut out of those LMFAO 63.) What was the hardest part of writing NIGHT SHIFT/DAY SHIFT? probably the first part was the most difficult for me to accept. i still can't stand that part of the fic bc i wrote it as a drabble and decided to call it a fic. it's not really up to my personal standards but i feel like it's okay when paired with the second part [day-shift] which I put a lot more thought and effort into!!! 64.) if you re-wrote FRENZY now, would you change anything? well, firstly, pls know that i love the fic as is and it's one of the first fics i've ever truly loved after finishing it. I put my SOUL into that shit. but...yeah...i would change a lot. i played with a lot of ideas in that fic, including noncon involving stalker jake, there was even a scene i wrote in full that was deleted of him literally killing reader's ex boyfriend. there likely would have been more cameras, blood, insane behavior, and probably a bit of love induced murder involved if i were to re-write it now with a comfortable place to post it. not everyone can appreciate this type of writing though :/ 65.) If you wrote a sequel to HYPER SEXUAL and FIRST DATE ETIQUETTE, what would happen in it? hyper-sexual is getting a sequal so i will remain silent on that outside of letting you know there's free-use and somnophilia. as for first date etiquette...well, they're basically dating by the end of it so a sequel would likely be boring to write tbh. just a boyfriend and his girlfriend having weird sex atp, but i guess a cool plot point would be reader's parent's finding out that sunghoon is a slut and hating his guts lol 66.) What's a fun fact about ONE OF THE DAMNED GIRLS? jungwon was supposed to die but i wrote him as such a beloved character that i couldn't do it :|

#ask #anon #fic talk #games

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itgirlgyu · 1 year

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fav authors?

surprise to literally no one i actually don't have one because i don't read much in real life, (like the ones I ever bought in real life were horror stories compilations) but i really like sarah hogle's humor, and rick riordan oh and!! diana wynne jones!!!

i also like humayun ahmed's short stories and anuja chauhan's novels ( funfact i read all of them) are my guilty pleasures tbh.

never forgiving red chillies for ruining the zoya factor by casting sonam WHEN THEY CASTED MY BABES DULQUER?!? (ik im going off tangent lols)

now now COMING ONTO THE REAL DEAL!!!

my favourite author is my inspiration, my muse, my mentor, my lover, my best friend—my rahrah!! no like fr tho i don't think i would have taken up writing seriously if it hadn't been for her. i got into writing as a means to like extend my overactive imagination onto somehwere so i didn't care about making it sound coherent or like organised until i met my favourite author. i read her stuff and it made me realise ah well fuck i gotta pull my shit together and took a hiatus from writing while trying different genres ( i had never wrote a drop of angst before that) and tried to replicate her writing by reading dozens of romantic era poetries because when i tell you her writing is literally flowing poetry while heavily based on action. like. you're behind the camera with her as she effortlessly narrates what is happening ad though youre experiencing it herself. it's safe to say ill never be able to reach her level but i geneuienly feel so blessed that i can call her my best friend and send my stuff to her bc like i dont think world recognition would as much her word does to me.

now onto TUMBLR,

who else other than @wildernessuntothemselves i had stopped reading on tumblr becase everything I was reading was getting boring and so many people were deactivating, UNTIL I stumbled across like this one drabble of yeonjun from them and oh my GOD WHEN I SAY SOME EMOTIONS WERE UNLOCKED IN ME it's like i had opened this whole new fucking chest of wonderful things—this is when i realised how much into dark stuff i am. and I feel like I really clicked with their writing because their dark writing, the obsessions and themes stems from the things like love which is like the best kind of motivation ever lmao ( it sounds so weird trust me im not a coherent person) and SO I READ ALL DO THEIR WORK, and again and again so i finished the loser lover series, the enhypen series they had and it was during yaqmn when i realised im into this shit for like i was SO FREAKING INTO IT like beomgyu is my favourite character ever from them ( close second to taehyun in hogwarts au sshhhhh) but yeah yaqmn made me realise that i wanna stay on tumblr but like also interact with them and be active in my own writing endeavours. also the author gave legit introduced me to so many cool authors with similar writing tropes and I am so so so thankful that I have found this side.

@hyewka gotta thank mort for introducing me to THE WONDERFUL WORKS OF rana like fr tho, like from the first story it was a hit on the nail on me. i love love love the way rana writes so so so much like they way they articulate their works, the whole situation and the emotions and their TROPES AGH CHEFS KISS. i love that their works are so long because it leaves room for me to see the development between the two characters making it feel so much worthwhile when they fuck in the end lmao like even their toxic works ( BRO HOW DO THEY ARTICULATE THEIR TOXIC CHARACTERS SO WELL) LIKE I'm literally always in awe bc it doesn't ever come off surface level? it's always so so detailed in the plain sight like whatever fucked up shit they do it notion they have it comes off genuine like this person isn't a caricature which is so hard to pull off. i can only ever wish to ever plot a detailed one shot like rana.

@itz-yerin the angst queen fr she is. okay but i know yerin is quite literally famous for her angsts( I'll come back this later) but what drew me to her stories were the fluffs. as someone who doesn't write fluffs because i feel i come off phony ( wow go off edgelord) but dude i read works and the way it's crafted with so much simplicity and love that you genuinely feel the love the characters have for each other and its done in the most mundane situations of life and i love that so much!!!

and her angst too omg, like i think ive never seen anyone tumblr yet use the trope she does in her angst and it's such a wonderful touch that makes me wanna keep reading ans ik most of her works don't really have a happy ending but it creates such a bittersweet ending that leaves this biting feeling in your heart. yerin truly the queen of hurt-hurt genre.

@channoticedmeuwu i know i haven't read much of kai's works YET BUT BRO listen the drabbles that ive read from like the flow of them genuinly makes me believe it's like those pretty lores and fairy tales that you are meant to narrate out out. the vocabulary choices and the way she structures her sentences gives me so so much joy like a number of time. ive literally sat there in awe rereading her sentences again and again. ALSO PACING!! the pacing makes me feeling like I'm walking the character, sometimes they way it indulges you into storyline is literally so magical. i swear to god i wish i could write like that man it's so so so soooo pretty!!

@ox1-lovesick was legit gobsmacked by sav's writing the first time i read them. it's so beautiful, and it's like so soft that makes you feel like. you have something swirling on the pit of the stomache—the fluff is so genuine and it doesn't come off performative at all WHICH IS LIKE SO FUCKING HARD TO DO?! bc you're reading stuff so you feel like ah yes I need to make them look like they are in love BUT NOT SAV even if it's the shortest passage the way they write genuinely makes you see the love the characters share and im out here shoving a pillow in my mouth or SHOVING IT IN THERE TO STOP laughing like THEY ARE SO FUNNY?!? SO FUCKIN FUNNY LIKE THEIR ONE LINERS GET ME SM OR SOME SHIT THEY WRITE LIKE got me giggling and cackling like a witch.

i actually don't read much but I'm trying to change that so when that happens this list will get WAY MORE LONGER!!!

#damn this got too long

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hideyseek · 10 months

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6. 10, 11? For ur ao3 wrapped? Mehabs?

(im on mobile if something is weird. No it isnt)

bro ,,,,, im so sorry to report something was weird, i only saw this guy come in today he was not in my inbox before. apology for delay. but hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yes thank you for the ask!!!!! of course i will answer i love to fucking TALK hehe :3

ao3 wrapped asks

6. Favorite title you used?

mmmm hehe. i'm gonna answer this based purely on title vibes as opposed to like "how well the title fits the fic" bc i wrote a bunch of shorter (to me) fics without a lot of internal thematic happenings that a title could reflect and so i don't really think of anything i published that a title is doing very much work.

i think my favorite title of anything published this year is i wish you the wind just because ah ... what a phrase! no idea what this means but it sounds so damn romantic to me! really has a flavor of like ... bittersweet farewell!

10. What work was the quickest to write?

mmm, haha. well, two answers to this i suppose. on one hand, there was keep me here which unfortunately i wrote in about one day from nothing (and therefore had approximately 12 minutes to revise) because i was determined to post SOMETHING for that day of kaze week 2023. but the first fic that came to mind (and perhaps the most accurate answer, time-wise) was my drabble from week 2 of inception wicked which came together in about three hours total drafting, but there was a span of several days (and truthfully several days that felt like several weeks lol) between me initially having the idea and sitting down to draft. but like, to be fair, it is about 400 words so revising goes exponentially quicker. truly this shocked even me, though i guess really what this means is i already was primed with a bunch of subconscious thoughts about the dynamic in this fic lol. (you can read it here on the gdoc with the other fics from that week! bc i haven't gotten around to posting on ao3 yet lol. content warnings for: semi-explicit sexual content, fantasizing about a married couple, voyeurism)

11. What work took you the longest to write?

hmm ... i don't know if there's a winner for anything i published, tbh. most of the rest of the kaze week fics from january kind of came together in a span of 3-5 days depending on the fic, and most of the other drabbles for both events came together in about the alotted week. so instead i'm going to gleefully misinterpret this question so i can talk about my beloved unpublished nemesis project, narrative!fic :3

i hate that guy! (<- said extremely lovingly) i probably earnestly worked on this fic for ... 4 or 5 months of this year? had a nice breakthrough for some story logic in august / september ish, outlined from that through october, and wrote pretty diligently for most of november. (i did tell my roommate fully two years ago, "hey you need to watch kazetsuyo so i can make you betaread this fic i'm writing at the end of the year, i'll watch star trek with you in exchange". that was literally 2021 lmao. they have not yet seen a draft bc there has not been a draft worth having anybody else look at yet.)

i think the thing that has made the process of drafting narrative!fic so long is really just that, for the last two-ish years, narrative!fic wasn't actually a story to me, so much as it was a project into which i dumped all my post-college facing-the-future feelings and loosely tied up with a string called "i'm sure i can make haiji go through this as well". but then, due to various life events in april of this year, suddenly i came back to the draft and it was like: oh. ohhh, okay. i can see how this can be a story, actually. this is about haiji, as a character, as opposed to haiji, as a semi-direct proxy for myself. and then over the next few months i cut out a ton of stuff and reworked his main arc and now it's like ... a story, instead of just a bunch of feelings and events. which, truly, is only my personal marker for what i was looking for from the project. like, i personally want a separation of my own experiences from what is in my fic, i want to be thinking about developments in the fic as narrative choices the story requires rather than as alternatives to how my own life could have gone. (which ultimately may well be the same thing but its the headspace im in, for me).

and i think the other part is just -- i didn't know how to write! i mean, obviously i know how to string words into a sentence lol. but a LOT of i guess the first two years of drafting and then setting all the drafted stuff aside to start again from scratch like four times over, was me learning to like, figure out my own longfic writing process. (big sobbing emoji, lmao. i remember in my youth reading about maggie stiefvater having 200k of unused draft material for one of the trc books and i was like, how??? and now i am like: yeah. unfortunately i get it. not that my tossed-out drafter material is of that specific magnitude. but there is a lot of it, goddamn.) and now that i've got at least an initial / foundational sense of it, the hardest part is only actually sitting down and writing. (i say as if this is not also, extremely challenging for me lol). so uh, i guess i'll say here "maybe this time next year i'll really have a full draft of narrative!fic", and. we'll see how that goes :3

#hidey speaks #hidey talks fic #ask game #lmao sorry this took me like one hour to write because in the middle i reread i wish you the wind and took seven million notes on revising #it into something longer and slightly more complex

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ok anyway build-a-bear employee!jin who meets y/n bc she comes in to make a new friend after a breakup and he teases her for being an adult by herself in the store and after she starts tEARING UP he’s like okok no!!!! and helps her make the cutest lil guy and records a cute message to put inside

➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader

➺ genre; employee!jin, i brought you to build-a-bear so obviously this is going to be very floofy (sfw!!)

➺ wordcount: 4k

➺ what to expect; “…turning twenty-two soon and you’re buying yourself a teddy bear?”

➺ note; when i told u guys that jin always gets the cutest drabble requests i wasn’t LYING!!! i have my own bear from build-a-bear named blu (he’s dark blue with white stars!! at the age of eight i was not very good at coming up with creative names) so obviously i had to write something for him and his homies

»»————-　🧸————-««

jin has a love-hate relationship with his job

you would think that working at build-a-bear would be pretty fun - and it can be, sometimes! - but jin can confirm right here right now that it’s not aLL that great

on one hand, he loves the dramatics of build-a-bear because he’s given the chance to act like the whole store is whimsical and that the tiny little heart that he stuffs inside of the bear is full of magic and hope and happiness (he majored in acting in university so his degree is surprisingly very useful here)

but on the other hand… he works at build-a-bear.

this isn’t where he thought he’d be!!! not at all!!!

he’s basically almost thirty and he works at a frickin build-a-bear

this wasn’t part of his plan!!!

his plan was to graduate from university, get famous from acting in a small commercial because of his devilishly handsome face, and then immediately get signed onto some fancy hollywood acting deal and become internationally known

but, no!

he graduated from university, didn’t get any roles in any small commercials, and had to find a way to make money so had no choice but to find work at his local mall

and to make things worse, his boss is literally five years younger than him

he has this bratty little twenty-two year old constantly up his ass and he haTES it

“you forgot the whipped cream on my frappuccino.” jungkook looks up at jin from where he’s sitting behind the counter before raising his drink, “am i blind or are you just bad at listening to instructions? where is the whipped cream, seokjin? WHERE?”

jin clenches his jaw before leaning forward, “they were busy, i guess they just forgot. and i’m not your slave. i only got you that drink so you’d give me a day off tomorrow.”

“well, since there’s no whipped cream on it, you don’t get a day off.” jungkook kisses his teeth before shrugging

“wha-“ jin resists the urge to reach down and wrap his hands around jungkook’s neck, “are you kidding me right now?? i spent forty-five minutes out of my fifty minute lunch break lining up at starbucks to get that for you! forty-five minutes!!!”

“i don’t know what to tell you,” jungkook hums as he kicks his legs up onto the counter and leans back against his chair, “now get back to work. and remember to smile! after all, build-a-bear is where best friends are made-“

“the new slogan is ‘the most fun you’ll ever make’.” jin raises a brow, “you don’t even know our slogan! how did you become the manager?”

jungkook takes a slow sip of his drink while maintaining direct eye contact with jin

sChLuuUuRrRRRr

jesus christ

his life sucks

jin rolls his eyes before turning on his heel and heading back to the main area of the shop

today’s saturday, so the store is a little busier than it usually is - which is great, because jin works off commission and he thinks he’s pretty good at selling teddy bears

on his best day he managed to sell thirty-eight bears in one day

he also convinced most of the kids that their brand new furry friends needed new clothes and a personalised recorded message in place of the usual little red cloth heart

he doesn’t like looking at the parents whenever he’s egging their kids on to buy even more things because they always look at him like they’re going to kill him

anyways

he could’ve ordered like forty frappuccino’s from the money he made on that day

before he left for lunch today he sold eight which really isn’t that impressive

but, to be fair, the mall usually gets busy after lunch, so now is the prime time to make some sales

jin lets out a breath as he scans the store for any newcomers or anyone who’s noT already being bombarded by his co-workers

he can’t help but snicker to himself when he notices yoongi at the stuffing station conducting a heart ceremony

“-and now you can go ahead and give your heart a little kiss-“

he looks up for a split second and jin takes the chance to blows a sweet little kiss at him

he snorts to himself when yoongi’s eye twitches

yoongi hates giving heart ceremonies but he’s actually pretty good at it!

he’s good with children whether he wants to admit it or not

alright, enough making fun of yoongi >:-)

time to hunt down a new customer…

jin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he walks around the store slowly

ooh, a little boy and his family just walked i- aaand they’ve been swept up by jimin

okay, no problem!

how about those twin gir- nope, too late, taehyung’s approaching them

damn

that would’ve been a good sale, too

it’s fine

he’ll get someone!

oh, wow

build-a-bear has really upped their game since the last time you were here

to be fair, the last time you were here was like more than ten years ago, so you’d hope that they make some changes to the store

…are those star wars themed teddy bears??

that is most definitely a princess leia teddy bear

and she even gets her own little light sabre!

wow

this is a whole new world

“excuse me, sorry…” you manoeuvre your way through the crowd as you continue looking through your options

is it weird that you’re in here by yourself?

the thought of trailing behind a random child in order to blend in with everyone else crosses your mind for a split second

although… a grown woman creeping behind a child they don’t know probably isn’t going to sound good to the judge when you’re standing in court, so maybe you shouldn’t do that

okay

you know what

it’s fine

it’s totally fine that you’re in here by yourself!

stuffed plushies are for people of all ages!!

it’s not just a kiddie thing

you’re FINE

and you have a perfectly legitimate reason to be in here

the only reason why you’re even in here is because…

well, the short and sweet version is that you got dumped two weeks ago.

which means that you’ve been cooped up in your apartment for the last fourteen days

which means your bedroom was starting to smell a little ripe so you thought it’d be good to air out the place and give your poor bed a break

(also, please, for the love of god, remember to wash your sheets when you get back home later today.)

anyways

you thought that a trip to the mall for some retail therapy would make you feel better!

so far you’ve only been the food court but you helped yourself to a cheeseburger, some onion rings, and a vanilla milkshake

food always makes you feel better

you could honestly go for another round of onion rings right now

there’s nothing quite like the pain of having your heart broken nudge you towards the direction of binge-eating the pain away, is there?

you were about to head into a victoria’s secret to splurge on pretty panties (that no one but yourself will be seeing for a long time) but this build-a-bear caught your eye

a cuddle buddy you could ugly-cry into for the simple price of $35?

obviOUSLY you had to come in

the only issue now is that there are way too many options to choose from

who do you want to take home??

pawlette the bunny?

toothless from how to train your dragon?

you could even take pikachu home if you wanted to

“timeless teddy…” you mutter to yourself as you dig out a teddy bear skin (also, it’s very unsettling that they’re called ‘skins’. like, you know that’s what they technically are, but the phrase ‘i’ve picked out my skin!’ just makes your skin crawl.)

you lean forward a little to read the label on the wall

teddy bears are a timeless way to share love with every hug! timeless teddy is a classic teddy bear with shaggy brown fur and an adorable smile. personalize this classic teddy bear with outfits, sounds and accessories for a huggable gift they'll cherish forever!

perfect!

a classic teddy bear sounds perfect

there’s nothing wrong with going back to basics

also, you’re assuming the ‘they’ll’ they’re referring to here is a child

…

you are doing this

you will buy this teddy bear!

your other option was to go and adopt a cat from the shelter but you can barely take care of yourself right now so that wouldn’t be a good idea

“hello!” you jump three feet into the air when you’re suddenly being greeted by one of the bright-eyed workers, “can i help you find anything?”

you turn around quickly while clutching your teddy’s skin (gag) to your chest with wide eyes, “h-hello!”

hello indeed

you feel your heart drop a little when you realise that you probably look disgusting right now

you weren’t expecting to bump into a veRY attractive super handsome boy today!!!

very attractive super handsome boy with sweet brown eyes and soft-looking hair and the poutiest lips you think you’ve ever seen in your entire life-

thank god you decided to wear the sweatshirt that doesn’t have any stains on it, right?

the one thing you remember from your previous build a bear experience (once again, 10+ years ago) is that the workers here are usually overly perky sixteen year old girls

this guy is not an overly perky sixteen year old girl

well

maybe he’s the perky part

but everything else??

wowie

he smiles brightly at you before tilting his head, “hello. i’m jin!” he points at his name tag, “i’d love to help you out today. were you looking for anything in particular?”

“hi! hello, jin. i’m, um, i’m y/n. i was, uh-“ you clear your throat, “i was actually just browsing, so…”

“oh, perfect!” jin claps his hands together, “let me tell you all about our collections. there’s the summer fun collection, the rainbow friends, the promise pets, the heartables, the classic build-a-bear collection-“

yeah okay

he’s definitely nailed the perky part of the job

“-DC comics, dr. suess, marvel, my little pony, how to train your drag-“

“you know, i-“ you smile sheepishly after interrupting jin, “thank you so much, but i’ve actually already made my decision, if that’s alright.” you hold your teddy’s limp, hollow carcass up before pressing your lips together

“of course that’s alright!” jin takes the skin from you before shrugging lightly, “i figured i’d just let you know of all the other options in case your younger sibling wanted something more extravagant than just our timeless teddy. follow me to the sound station!”

you don’t get a chance to say anything before jin spins around swiftly to head to the back of the store

he thinks this bear is for your younger sibling

okay, you can work with that!

you can pretend like you’re in here for your non-existent younger sibling and certainly not for yourself

“you can choose a pre-made sound from here,” jin gestures to the bins of plastic hearts (there’s a sound option for an ‘into the unknown’ snippet from frozen 2 which is insane), “or we can go ahead and record a personalised message. what’s your sibling’s name?”

you look up at him immediately

“wha- um, why… why do you need to know my sibling’s name?”

“oh! i was just asking so i could give you an example.” jin hums as he tosses the skin over his shoulder and places his hands on his hips, “like, you could say, hey there… sibling’s name, it’s me, your big sister! i love you! or something like that.”

“ah, right!” you nod to yourself, “that makes sense! my sibling’s name is totally normal information that i have no problem giving to you.”

jin raises a brow when he notices you continuing to ramble about how your sibling’s name is something that you will be telling him soon because you definitely know the name of your younger sibling whomst’ve this bear is for

you’re cute but you’re a little odd

“-my younger sibling’s name is… paulette!” you catch a glimpse of a pink pawlette bunny being stuffed before looking back over at jin, “yep. that’s her name. sweet, sweet paulette. sweet little angel.”

“hey, our iconic bunny is named pawlette!” jin beams, “wouldn’t you want to get paulette her own pawlette? instead of a bear?”

the smile immediately drops from your face

oh god

you’ve never been very good at lying

one time in middle school when you wanted to get out of PE you told the teacher that you were in pain and that’s why you couldn’t do anything on that day

and when he asked you what hurt, all you said was ‘…bleeding out of my butt?’

you don’t even know why you said that!!

you could’ve told him you had a headache or something but nO

you told your teacher your asshole was BLEEDING and that’s why you couldn’t participate in baseball

so yeah

lying has never been your forte

but you don’t want pawlette!!

you want this bear!!!

although, it would make sense to get paulette her own pawlette because that’d be an adorable coincidence…

what are you-

what are you even sAYING

PAULETTE DOES NOT EXIST

“okay, you got me!” you raise your hands in defence and jin’s eyes widen in surprise, “paulette isn’t a real person. i don’t have a younger sibling. i’m in here for me. the bear is for me. the timeless teddy is mine.”

“oh…!” jin purses his lips before nodding slowly, “alright! totally get it. the bear is for you.”

why has everyone he’s ever been attracted to turned out to be a little cuckoo?

the expected demographic of build-a-bear are children aged 3-10 (a child aged below three isn’t interested in stuffed teddies because they don’t really do anything but sit there and a child aged over ten isn’t interested in stuffed teddies because… they don’t really do anything but sit there.)

and you… well, unless you’ve experienced some kind of insane growth spurt, you certainly don’t look like someone aged 3-10 years old

“phew! it feels good getting that off my chest.” you breathe out as you lean over and place your hands on your knees, “there was a lot of pressure there to keep lying to you but-“

“how, um, how old are you, by the way?”

jin doesn’t mean to sound like a judgy bitch

he’s just genuinely curious as to why a 21-23 year old would willingly go into a physical build-a-bear store to buy themselves a stuffed plushie

you could’ve purchased one off the online website

also, aren’t there better things to spend your money on?

like… literally anything besides a stuffed plushie??

“turning twenty-two soon!” you get back up onto your feet, “why do you ask?”

“…turning twenty-two soon and you’re buying yourself a teddy bear?” jin snorts before raising a brow, “i mean, really? didn’t you graduate this year?”

“ah, well…” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck as you feel the tips of your ears beginning to heat up, “i mean, yeah, but like…”

“i’m not judging! some people go on grad trips to party and get wasted after they graduate, and other people go to the mall to build themselves a $35 teddy bear-“ jin laughs to himself before turning around to plop the skin down on little counter attached to the stuffing machine, “anyways, were you thinking about choosing a sound or recording something?”

he spins back around and his eyes widen when he notices that your eyes have gotten red and are starting to water

uh oh

what’s going on?

what’s happening??

are you…

are you crying??

why are you crying??

he was totally kidding!!!

that wasn’t supposed to be mean!!

that was supposed to be playful banter!!!

“oh- oh, god no- wait-“ jin immediately walks over so that he’s standing in front of you and jungkook won’T be able to see that he just upset a customer, “don’t cry!! i was kidding!! i have, like, ten plushies on my bed! i’m twenty-seven and i work at a build-a-bear, if anything, i should be the one crying-”

“i just-“ you reach up to wipe at your eyes as you begin to blubber, “my boyfriend of one year b-broke up with me two weeks ago and i- i just th-thought that a teddy bear would make good company because god knows i’m not in the right mental state to be taking care of a real animal-!”

jin winces when you let out a particularly loud sob and he quickly drags you over so that the two of you are behind the stuffing machine and out of sighT from everyone

crap

he doesn’t even have any tissues on him!!!!

maybe he can pull some fluff out from the machine and you can dab at your tears with that

actually, the cotton might stick to your cheeks if you try wiping your tears away with a fistful of stuffing, so maybe not

“i-i know it’s stupid and humiliating for a grown-up to be in here buying a stupid teddy bear for herself but there’s so much in my life that’s just out of my control right now a-and making this teddy bear seemed like the only thing i could control and i just-“

“y-yes, of course!” jin pulls you into a tight hug (your sobbing is getting a little loud and people are starting to notice so this is the only way he can think to muffle your crying) and strokes the back of your head comfortingly, “i’m so sorry, i had no idea! that makes total sense, of course you can get this teddy bear for yourself…”

he continues to hold you until your sobs reduce to little hiccups and gives a warning look when yoongi mouths whether or not they should call mall security on your ass

when you pull away your eyes are a little puffy and the tip of your nose is red

if jungkook asks, maybe jin can get away with saying that your allergies acted up in the middle of the store

you don’t look like that because he made you burst into tears

not at all!!

“how about we… record a special message for your new friend?” jin digs through the tub to pull out an electronic heart

“i-“ you hiccup, “i don’t really h-have anything i want to say…”

jin purses his lips in thought

stuffing the bear with a heartbeat heart seems way too basic

this is an important bear!

ah!

“why don’t you let me take care of it, okay?” he reaches over and rubs your shoulder gently, “you wait here and i’ll take care of everything. for his stuffing, would you like a soft cuddle bear or a plump one?”

your bottom lip starts to quiver again and you let out a light laugh, “a soft cuddle bear sounds really sweet.”

“then a soft cuddle bear it is.”

“and this is for you.” jin hands you the box over the counter and you take it from him with a grin, “thank you for your purchase! and… sorry about making you cry-“

“oh, god no-“ you snort, “i’m sorry for bursting into tears and loading all of that on you-“

“it’s totally fine!” jin shakes his head, “you’re definitely not the first person to start crying in a build-a-bear, so there’s absolutely nothing to feel bad about.”

“right! right, of course.” you nod and press your lips together, “anyways, thanks for helping me out today, jin.”

“of course! it was a pleasure.” jin clears his throat

it’s pretty clear that the two of you want to continue talking to each other, but…

jin doesn’t usually practice his flirting skills when he’s at build-a-bear, so pardon him for being a little rusty

“so… see you around!” you chirp, “i’m just gonna-“

“wait, uh-“ jin wipes his hands down on the back of his pants, “i… i don’t know if maybe this is a little too soon for you or… and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to, but… maybe i can treat you to an apology corndog or something sometime? i don’t know. this mall doesn’t really offer fine dining, so a corndog is really all i can-“

“yeah, i would love that!” you nod enthusiastically, “an apology corndog with you sounds great. i mean, a regular corndog would be fine too, but- d-do you… want my number?”

also

this isn’t you rebounding or anything

this is the first time in two weeks where your mind hasn’t been clouded with thoughts of your ex-boyfriend

this is the first time in two weeks that you’re actually happy

jin seems genuinely sweet and you wouldn’t mind getting to know him :-))

also you’re glad that hE was the one who asked

because if you were the one who asked, it’d probably make you look that much more pathetic

and you’ve already made a fool of yourself once today!!

you sigh happily as you slam the car door shut

you’re about to shove the key into the ignition when suddenly you remember that your bear has a personalised message inside of him

“oh, right!” you reach over to open up the cardboard house that he’s been shoVed into

!!!

you wonder what soundbyte jin picked out for you!!!

you pull him out and smile fondly at the sight of his chubby arms dangling over your hands

cute :-))

this was money well spent for sure

okay, now how do you activate the sound…

there’s a bit of squeezing and poking but you manage to find the little heart inside of him

you perk up when you hear a muffled crackle

“hi, y/n! it’s me, your furry friend… uh… jin bear! if you’re listening to this, it probably means you’re super sad… cry into my stomach to muffle the sound of your violent sobs! …oh, god, probably shouldn’t have said that- anyways, um, i hope you feel better soon! and remember to give me plenty of cuddles - i promise it’ll make you feel better!”

that was actually a pretty good message

(you hope jin texts u soon)

“okay, jin bear.” you murmur quietly as you buckle him into the passenger seat, “time to take you home.”

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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Smut prompts. 26 & 8. Lay it on me. No point in putting a member we both know who you'll write.

WEIRD HOW YOU DIDN’T SPECIFY ANY OTHER BIAS EVEN THOUGH YOU TOTALLY COULD HAVE ALMOST AS IF…YOU’RE A CLOWN

i have been literally dying to use this gif thank God

@illneverrecover I love you hope this isn’t trash I’m v sleep deprived due to a sick baby boy

8 (“i seriously don’t think i’ve ever been this hard before, in my life.”) and 26 (“you’re so needy when you’re drunk… it’s cute.”) for baekhyun

Warnings: phew ok, dirty talk, semipublic vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (condoms are friends kids), counter sex, this gets kinda soft too bc it’s my otp, Baekhyun being the little teasing shit we all know he is

Word Count: 1739 (Drabble my ass i have a lot of feelings about Jaekhyun okay)

You haven’t talked to your on again off again Baekhyun, in two days, and you can’t even remember why you’re leaving him on read, why you’re so mad every time you think of his name or his face or his stupid smile, the one that made your heart jump a little bit every time he gave it to you.

“I’m taking someone else home tonight.”

You’re throwing back a shot of vodka your best friend, and you don’t like the way she smirks at you.

“You’re just gonna get drunk and call Baekhyun,” she says, and you frown.

“Watch me,” you say, and you head into the club.

After another couple of shots you end up flirting with a handsome man at a barstool and after a third, you’re sitting at a table with your legs up in his lap, one of his forearms draped over your thighs, and smiling at him.

That’s when the bottom of your chair is yanked sharply to the right and you squeal in surprise, feet sliding out of your new friend’s lap and onto the floor with a loud thud.

Before he even speaks you can swear you feel him, know it’s his mouth up against your ear, his arm sliding around your waist.

“Where you been, Jagi?”

“Having fun,” you snap back, before you even twist to look at him, your heart pounding, but he tightens his forearm around your waist, chin tucked onto your shoulder so that you can’t move.

It’s shadowy where he is, what’s he doing just fucking lurking there, waiting for you, watching you?

You open your mouth to ask him just that and he puts his mouth to your shoulder, sticks his tongue out to taste your skin and it comes out in a half moan instead.

“Without me?” His voice is quiet, words almost slow, and you wonder how much he’s had to drink before he got here.

“Yeah, I’m talking to my new friend. See him, over there?” You nod your head toward him, he’s just kind of sitting there, shellshocked, and you almost want to laugh.

You feel his breath huff out against your skin, a quick exhale out of his nostrils.

“He looks a little lost. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, Jagi, come on. You can do better than that, yeah?”

“What, like you?”

He nods, chin still tucked on your shoulder, and you wiggle in his grasp but he just keeps his forearm tight over your waist, just below your breasts, and to be honest you don’t fight that hard, almost lean back against his chest.

“Bet he doesn’t even know how to get you off. You think I should show him?”

He keeps one arm tight around you and walks the fingers of his other hand up your thigh, grabbing at the soft flesh of your inner thigh, beneath your skirt, and when he finds you bare, no panties, he inhales sharply.

“You came out like this? You must have been hoping I’d show up, yeah?”

You snort. “Wasn’t thinking of you at all.”

Goosebumps are popping up all over your thighs, your heart pounding, your stupid traitorous heart contradicting everything your brain wanted you to say.

He doesn’t speak again for a moment, but slides his fingers across your clit, just once, making you gasp.

“Think I should show him? Fuck you right here in front of him and everyone, show him how it’s done?”

“Stop it,” you say, meaning to hiss it but it comes out in a soft moan. “Take me home.”

You don’t even turn your head but you swear you can hear the smirk in his voice. “You’re so needy when you’re drunk…it’s cute.”

As soon as the Uber door closes, you’re regretting it, heart pounding when he puts his hand on your thigh, just where it was in the club and then he’s kissing your throat and you can’t think anymore.

He’s grabbing at your ass when you get to the hallway and you’re laughing at the doorway and turning to kiss him and instead of kissing you hard and deep like you expect, he brushes his nose against yours, once, twice, smiling at you, and why does that make your chest ache?

Why does everything about him hurt you?

He’s tugging up your skirt as he closes the door behind you, and you don’t make it out of the kitchen, he hefts you up by your ass and thighs to the counter, sucking marks across your cleavage, mouth feeling like a brand across your skin.

He tears down your top with one hand, mouth searching, while the other one is up your skirt, and he slides two fingers inside you without warning, raking his teeth across your nipple.

You cry out and buck your hips. “Take me to the bedroom,” you command, and he lifts his head to look at you, smirking a bit.

“Already? I missed you, Jagi. Want to take my time,” he says, and removes his fingers, making you whine.

He’s staring into your eyes when he pops them into his mouth, sucking slow, a low groan ripping from his throat.

“Missed the way you taste.”

You’re trembling, and you don’t know if it’s from lust or rage because part of you hates him for this, for making you this vulnerable, this weak.

“Taste me, then,” you say, not breaking eye contact, and that’s when he finally kisses you, hungry and hard, catching your bottom lip between his teeth but then kissing you deep again, one hand in your hair to push you to him, as if he can’t get enough.

You’re clawing at his shirt, popping buttons off and you don’t give a fuck if it’s expensive and it probably is, feeling like silk under your hands, and you get it off and you’re raking your nails across his chest and he’s moaning into your mouth and suddenly, carrying you to the bedroom, your thighs around his waist, his hands firmly on your ass.

He all but throws you on the bed, but you don’t give him time to climb on top of you, you’re up, nails scrabbling at the button of his jeans and he takes a deep breath and puts his hands over yours, a strangled chuckle coming from the back of his throat.

You look up at him, give him your best seductive eyes. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want me?”

That strangled chuckle turns into a groan and he rubs a hand across his face.

“Fuck. I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before, in my life. Of course I want you. I always want you.” He almost mutters that last part, voice low, and your whole body is vibrating, skin on fire.

But he still keeps his hands over yours, even when you pout up at him.

“Gotta tell me you want me, too, Jagi,” he says, planting kisses on your inner thighs before crawling up on his knees on the bed, and you let out a whining moan.

“You know I do.” You say, eyes on his and you’re breathing hard, almost angry.

“Need you to say it, baby. Please?” He’s got one hand on your thigh again, kneading the flesh there, keeping his eyes on yours, his own big and dark.

“I want you. I want you, Baek, please,” you finally burst out, arching your back, doing your best to display your body but he only darts a quick glance down to your breasts before he’s towering over you, finally, finally shoving down his jeans and underwear to slide inside you, and you’re so slippery wet by this point that he glides right in.

The way he’s looking at you, you’d think he’d fuck you slow and deep, but he’s just full of surprises tonight, and fucking you so hard your head is tapping the headboard.

The sounds he’s making has heat coiling in your lower stomach, and you grab ahold of the back of his thighs, rocking your hips into his, off the bed, meeting him with every stroke, breathing out his name over and over.

“Fuck. Fuck. Missed this so much, Y/n,” and he so rarely says your name that you squeak a little as he slams into you, still looking down into your eyes.

You start to squeeze them shut as you approach your orgasm but he grabs your chin in his hand.

“Hey. Don’t, yeah? Be here with me? Please?” It’s such a question, something pleading in his voice, such a contradiction to how hard he’s fucking you, how his breath is getting short.

Your eyes pop open and you force yourself to look at him, heart pounding, and when you come it feels like you might explode, crying out curses and leaning up to dig your nails into his shoulderblades, pulling him down to kiss you.

He cries out your name into your mouth when he comes and then brushes his nose against yours again, once, twice.

Stop it, you want to say. Stop it, you don’t mean it, you’ll get angry with me tomorrow and take it all back, all this soft, all these moments that I want to keep with me.

In the end, you just smile, let him pull you into his arms after, and when the day breaks, you feel like you’ve barely slept.

He’s got his face buried in your neck, snoring gently, and you carefully move his arm off your waist and sit up in bed before suddenly he jerks awake, sits up and locks his forearm around your waist again, just as he did the night before.

“Y’n,” he says, voice almost gravelly with hangover and sleep, “you’ll stay, yeah?”

He’s asking but it isn’t as if you have a choice, with his arm locked around you and the way he’s tugging you back into bed, making these little whining noises in the back of his throat when you turn your back to him.

You roll over, rolling your eyes a bit, but you’re smiling when he touches his forehead to yours, breathes deep like he’s breathing you in, brushes his nose against yours again. Once. Twice.

“You’ll stay, yeah?” He asks, again, voice low and soft.

You don’t know what he’s asking you, don’t know if he means this morning or for a while or forever, but it doesn’t really matter, does it?

“Yeah, Baek. I’ll stay.”

#ksmutclub #baekhyun drabble #jaekhyun rises #byun baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun imagine #exo imagine #drabble game 3 #illneverrecover #asks #1k words

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holyxvi · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

Fill out & repost! This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: Canon / OC / AU / Canon-divergent / Fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. ( I’d say Mateus fans are a ~small~ collective )

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO.

Are they underrated? YES / NO. ( I’d say so, many other villains of FF get the limelight a lot, but Mateus isn’t really touched imo )

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?

FFII as a game itself doesn’t have a lot of canon for Mateus to really go by, much less for the rest of the cast themselves, but for what is there, I follow it heavily. Game and Novel are my primary sources, DISSIDIA doesn’t really count as it’s only a campy, abridged version of all the characters ( and sometimes even makes the characters things they are not, which unfortunately the fandom follows :/ ).

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.

For an empire that was ( according to the novel at least ) mostly forgotten about to the world to spontaneously rise up and bring fourth chaos as it did to a point where the whole planet was at war with it is a impressive feat in itself. Mateus’ actions set a lot of firsts for the series from then on that would either be repeated or called back to in later games ( i.e. Mateus having poisoned the wyverns is akin to Kefka poisoning Doma Castle in VI ). Also the fact that this man literally put up fists with both God and Satan and usurped their places? Like bro, that’s metal as fuck.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

*insert jokes about how he looks like Jareth the Goblin King, how hot Mateus is to a point where it makes people obliged to disclose their weird fantasies, roleplaying him as an absolute mean-girl and missing the point of his character entirely*

...No, I’m not salty, not at all. What gave you that idea? /s

What inspired you to RP your muse?

I’ve been into FF for awhile prior to joining in 2017 due to a friend, and I hadn’t even been in the RP scene since my Cringy Days on Gaia Online back in 2010. I was a total airhead who never even played II and I just liked Mateus’ design until I begun doing my own research and even diving into the game itself.

What keeps your inspiration going?

Mateus has evolved into a coping mechanism I never even knew I needed, but he’s a welcomed one. There’s not a day in hell that I don’t think about him or II itself, and the people who stay around usually encourage me to keep furthering my portrayal and whatnot. :)

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. ( I think of more HCs than RP replies lmao )

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. ( Occansionally )

Do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO. ( head empty its Thinking of Mateus Palamecia Hours )

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO. ( I have what the kids call Low Self Esteem )

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

I’d accept it well if it was constructive, not something like “oh u suck” or “why don’t you play your character the way I want you to play him???”. I’m willing to improve and learn, I’ve been doing it for all this time.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

Maybe too much, sometimes people will hit me with things I never even thought of and that’s when my brain gets really cranking.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

I don’t have to like your HCs and you don’t have to like mine, that’s all I can really say to that. As interesting as the conversation might be as well, I wouldn’t want to know why, I made that mistake once with a duplicate and never again am I doing that.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, Felicia. There’s more things in this world to worry about than some scrub who hates my BPD/Traumatized portrayal of the Emperor.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

Your choice to have bad taste, not mine lol.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

I make a LOT of errors and sometimes even use the wrong words and don’t see it until later, having ADHD/Asperger brain makes writing a chore sometimes so if you notice something, feel free to point it out.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

Perhaps I am, probably not “oh sweet babu uwu ur so spehscial” easy going, but I like to think I’m nice to a degree if I’m tolerable to all the people that follow me. For all the shit I’ve gone through on here, you’d think I’d be more rough around the edges, but nah. Just some things I’m very skiddish about or avoid entirely.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @xkuja bc this looked fun and the police can never catch Me

Tagging: Take it, say I tagged you, call Mateus and me stinky idc.

#[ ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀʟ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ. ] memes #[ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀɢᴇ 251 ᴀꜱ 'ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ'. ] denoriel speaks #// long post

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cometkov · 5 years

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Invite me, Noemi

It was a little celebration. Not even. There were so few people, it couldn’t even be called that. A get together, maybe. Whatever it was, it wasn’t a party. The very word party made Noemi nervous beyond imagination. Parties meant people, and people in general made his hands shake and knees quake.

But these are not just people, he told himself, they’re your friends.

Edith has reassured him that Violet didn’t hate him, “She’s just a very guarded person. You make her nervous.” He made her nervous? Violet, with her sharp eyes and even sharper knives, was nervous because of him.

Noemi didn’t say it, but he was sure Edith knew exactly what he felt about that statement. Bullshit.

Edith has been the one who suggested the...party, of course. Noemi wouldn’t have dreamed (nightmared?) of attending one, let alone hosting one. She hadn’t forced him, just insisted until he was tired of saying no.

“Throw a party, she said,” He mumbled to himself, fiddling with the edge of the envelope, “It’ll be fun, she said.“

Heart in his throat, Noemi approached the gate surrounding the castle. One of the guards seemed to recognize him, as they waved him over with a smile.

“ ‘Ello there, Noelly was it?”

Noemi began to nod, hating correcting people, but stopped himself. How was he supposed to muster enough courage to talk to Violet alone if he couldn’t even talk to a stranger. “Um, Noemi, actually.”

“Ah, Noemi. Forgive me, lots o’ folks passing these gates. Lots o’ names to remember. Where’s your friend?”

“Edith? She’s not here. I actually just wanted to talk to Violet...on my own.”

“Oh, didn’t see you on the list.”

The list. Of course. The only reason Noemi ever got inside was because he tagged alongside Edith, the literal savior of the kingdom. Everyone let her in.

“I...I didn’t call in ahead. I was just kinda hoping she wasn’t busy. I just wanted to give this to her.”

The guard eyed the envelope. It was an average cream-colored one, with that annoying glue that made it impossible to open without tearing. Noemi has stuck one of his sister’s little glow-in-the-dark star stickers on it instead. That way Violet could actually get to the contents inside. He suddenly realized it was a bit suspicious to carry an unmarked envelope around, especially considering his whole necromancer thing. That automatically made him look like he was going to poison someone.

“It’s a letter.” He said quickly. Maybe too quickly. “I don’t have to give it to her face to face. I don’t have to give it to her at all. Although I’d like to. But I can just schedule ahead or something. It’s okay. Sorry to trouble you.” His body felt heavy, like he was made of lead, not bone and blood.

“If it’s important I don’t mind checking in with the princess to see—“

“No! It’s really silly. No need. Sorry for bothering you.” He wanted to sprout wings and fly right out of there. He could actually, but knew better. Then he’d really have something to worry about. “Thank you. Have a good day.”

One foot in front of the other. That’s all it took. Left, right. Left, right. All the way back to the transports, all the way back to Abricot.

“Noemi?”

He stopped, without turning around, “Hey Violet.”

“Where’s Edith, did she head on in already. I didn’t expect her today.”

“No. No, I’m came alone. Just had a letter to deliver.” He finally faced her.

Noemi didn’t hate Violet. It was just that under any other circumstances, they would have never met. Edith was the only thing that bonded them. Besides, Noemi could never look into her eyes without nearly fainting. The piercing blue was just too much for him.

“A letter?” Signature glare, hands crossed in distrust. This was already not going well. “From who? Not Edith, right?” Edith wasn’t a letter person if she could help it. Face-to-face was the way to go with her.

“Um, no. Not from her. She was the one who convinced me to—well, she had this weird suggestion. You know her, all her strange ideas. And she’s always saying how I never have any fun and somehow she—funny story, Edith once got me to jump off a cliff when we visited, oh where was it, somewhere up north with all those mountains. It wasn’t funny at the time though. I still don’t know how she got me to do it. And...um.”

Violet was not a person who appreciated rambling. But, was anyone? “Noemi.”

“Yes?”

“Did you write a letter for me?”

“Well, you could say that.”

She held her hand out. “May I have it?”

“Yes. Yeah, of course. Sorry.”

Maybe Noemi was hallucinating from the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but he could have swore he saw Violet smile at the little sticker as she opened the envelope.

She was a quick reader, taking only a few moments to read through my blocky writing. “Basically a party.”

“Sorry?”

“You never once say the word party. Celebration, get-together, gathering. But not party.”

“Oh. Did I?”

She squinted. The way she looked at Noemi made him feel like some germ under a microscope. “Perhaps Edith was correct.”

“Correct? About what?”

Had Edith been talking about him to Violet? Complaining about how jittery he was? How boring he was?

It was Violet’s turn to become embarrassed. “You know Edith and her sayings. Don’t judge a book by its cover. She said you may look threatening, but your story is nothing, but kind.”

“She said that? About me? Are you sure?”

“Are you insinuating I am a liar?”

“What? No! I just...wasn’t expecting that, I guess.”

“Well, you’ve proven to be quite passive, regardless of your rather dangerous magic.” Noemi raises his eyebrows. He couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be an insult or compliment. “And I have grown to not despise you nearly as much as I did before. I suppose a—what did you call it?” Violet scanned the letter, “I suppose a friendly social would be all well and good.”

Noemi found the corner of his mouth quirked. Some of the heaviness he had felt, dissolved into a light, feathery feeling. “Actually,” he corrected, “it’s a party.”

— this is low key awful bc i wrote half in the lighting section of home depot and the other half in a very noisy car, but it is what it is! thank you very much for the ask! i enjoyed writing it regardless of my settting!! ❤️ —

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 6 years

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gruvia drabble

author’s note: i get inspired by the most insignificant little things and i have no idea where im gonna go w this fic but...... juvia is so BEAUTIFUL omfg n i literally just wanna write a fic ab gray appreciating that. that’s it lmao. enjoy my loves!!!<333

**another note: haha oh ok it turned into something kinda rly different! its fine ig! psa im ab to kinda rant so u can skip this if u want!! if u wanna read this part it might be better to do it after u read the fic???? these arent spoilers its just kinda behind the scenes of ig.. ok so i try to think of gruvia in the most realistic sense possible. i incorporated gray having crushes bc simply, i think its true. i think gray had a crush on erza and lucy. i also think gray didnt fall in love w juvia at first sight lmao. i think it took a lot of time for gray to understand what juvia meant to him. also i find it INFURIATING that gray has never commented on juvias looks lmaooo (to my knowledge). like he said lucy and erza were pretty (at least in the anime) and literally all i want is for gray to acknowledge how fuckin BEAUTIFUL juvia is ongogmgogm. ok ok yes he commented "you're mine" and said "ur body is something i care about" and a whole lot of other romantic things but he has never made a comment solely on juvias looks and ik looks dont matter and im sure its hard for gray to even think ab juvias looks considering all the personality she has but literally all i want is a "ur cute". like thats all i need lmao. my girl needs recognition for being the most beautiful person EVER!! so yeah this fic is me trying to process how gray sees juvia, and even tho he doesnt say it, i can at least tell myself this is his thought process lmaooo. ((he also prolly doesn't say shes cute cus it would be way too embarrassing for him considering he has like actual real feelings for her)) ok ignore me literally typing word vomit lol pls enjoy ilysm. (((this rant is longer than the fucking fic. i cri.))))

Gray always had crushes.

It was normal, but Gray never really reflected on it until now.

First, there was Erza. They were just kids. When she first joined the guild, Gray thought she was weird, but he soon found out she was much more than that. She challenged him. Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally too. He wanted to figure her out. She had a complexity that he never experienced before, and he was intrigued by it. Soon, the curiosity of the pretty girl with the scarlet hair molded into an admiration. He admired her beauty, her ability, and her heart, and the attraction just fizzled away over time.

Then, there was Lucy. This one was far simpler, and didn't hurt Gray's brain as much to try to comprehend. She was cute. She was quirky. She was a fresh face he saw around the guild. He couldn't deny the instant attraction he felt towards her, and he didn't necessarily try to fight it either. The bond was harmless, and Gray never expected anything to come from it, nor did he try to advance it in any way. She was just Lucy. A friend, a guildmate, and a teammate. While a part of him was inclined to make some sort of move, an even larger part of him didn't feel right about it. That small part that inquired for something more seemed to die out as well, and while he wasn't sure why at first, he was finally starting to realize what it was.

Finally, there's Juvia, who he would hardly ever consider a crush. Honestly, at first, nothing really struck him. She was pretty he supposed, but had an odd look. She had a dull personality. She was nothing special. Just another enemy to take out. That was all until their first fight came to an end. A piece of her did stand out to Gray, and it stuck to him. He wasn't sure why, but it did.

Then, time went on. Juvia's personality completely flourished, and it was like she became a whole new person. While Gray at first saw her mostly as an annoyance, it transformed into something completely foreign to him. He never knew how to place this feeling, and even now he still has trouble comprehending Juvia from time to time. While he wasn't sure how to feel about her, he did always know that she was something special. She was there for him like no one else was. She supported, helped, and loved him more than anyone. He was completely overcome by all of her. He was so overwhelmed by her love, it took him a long time to realize just how much he needed and cherished it. He needed that warmth in his cold, seemingly tragic life. While the people in his past died for him, she lived for him. He only recently realized that in some ways, that was much harder, and it was certainly much more meaningful.

She did have her faults though, as all people do. She was completely neurotic, clingy, emotional, short-tempered, dramatic, and just--well-- a weirdo, but...

he loved her.

He loved her strength, her devotion, her kindness, her optimism towards life, her enthusiasm, her humor (even when she didn't mean to be funny), and well- he just loved everything about her. Even the bits mentioned earlier that seemed not so great. He loved it all.

He had a hard time even calling Juvia a crush, truthfully. The way he felt towards her was far stronger than anything he'd felt for anyone else. Erza and Lucy held a place in his heart at one point, but now, Juvia was the whole thing. She owned every last part of it. It was a feat neither of the former girls possessed, and he didn't think anyone other than Juvia ever could.

And as he sat at a table across from the three women he ever had romantic feelings for in his life: Erza, Lucy, and Juvia, and pondered on these thoughts, he decided not only did Juvia have an amazing soul, she was damn beautiful too.

The strange thing was, Juvia was always pretty. But unlike his former crushes, he never really seemed to take the time to admire Juvia's looks. It was her personality that always stuck out to Gray.

But when he did take the time to sit and just look at her... wow. Erza and Lucy couldn't even hold a candle to her.

It was remarkable, honestly. She was nothing like any girl he had ever seen before. She was totally unique. Her hair was the perfect shade of blue that accompanied her perfect waves, making her mane resemble that of a beautiful ocean that he would absolutely love to get lost in. Her bangs fell perfectly over her hooded eyes that were coated in long lashes, and in them held a deep blue escape that were her eyes. Oh god, her eyes. They could tell you a whole story those damned things. Gray never had to ask her what she was feeling, because her eyes always said it all. Natsu was sitting beside him at the time, and said something that caused Juvia to laugh. Her plump, naturally pouted lips turned into a big beautiful grin in an instant. Gray wasn't sure what Natsu said, but it must've been pretty funny, because she then covered her mouth as she began to laugh even louder, and Gray was wishing she didn't hide behind her petite hands. After the laugh fest was over, she regained her composure and tucked an unruly blue lock behind her ear, and closed her mouth as her lips parted into a content grin, and just that small gesture shamefully drove Gray crazy. She was a masterpiece.

He decided he didn't stop to think about how breathtaking she was so much, because then it would turn into this. It became Gray relishing in every little detail Juvia possessed, and every mannerism she did. He never felt the need to look at a girl like that before, with such interest in detail. The feeling that took over when he really looked at Juvia was far too strong for him to comprehend too often. It was a feeling completely unfamiliar to him until he saw her. While his emotions about her were a lot for him to handle sometimes, he was thankful for it.

He was grateful for every last part of her.

"Gray-sama, are you alright?" She tilted her head ever so slightly, causing the tides of her hair to fall in a new, but beautiful way, and her eyes were filling with harmless concern. She must've finally caught him staring.

"U-uh yeah." He stammered. "I'm good."

"You're sure?" Her eyes began to flood with more worry, and she reached her hand across the table, holding onto his. Her soft, milky skin clashed with his rough feel, but they somehow fit perfectly together. He flinched at first, but instead of throwing a fit for his hatred of PDA, he decided he'd let their hands be. He wanted to take every part of her in right now.

"Yeah." He smirked, and slightly squeezed onto her hand, not caring about Natsu, Lucy, Erza, or anyone seeing them at that moment in time. She was all his. Not only was she his, but she was it. She was really the one.

"I'm just fine."

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( FRIEND OF GRANT'S ) ebony harrison ( 24 / she/they ): demigirl & friends who seemingly clicked despite emotional distance, and acquaintance of mallory's. ( nina nesbitt ) ( PACE / 20+ / SHE/HER )

hello ! so, i’m typing this up straight after acceptance ( lmao, talk about eager ) so hopefully anything i inevitably forget, i can add between now and when this’ll actually be posted, so you actually have some decent info to work with ! but i’m pace ( which is obviously an alias but,,,, pls just call me pace ! ) and my pronouns are she/her ! and moving on to the one you actually wanna know about...

—– ❀ okay, so !! as you can see above, ebony is a friend of grant’s ! on the surface, they seem to just ‘get’ eachother, but of course ebony is completely oblivious to who he really is and what he’s capable of. however, because ebony isn’t the most open and uhh,,, Not-Closed-Off as people, it kind of works ? in a,,,, neither of them ask too many questions kind of way ? it’s mutual, y’know ?she kind of sees him as a guy who’s Not Like The Other Guys ( while lowkey a voice in the back of her head is like ALL GUYS ARE LIKE THE OTHER GUYS ) and they just seem to Understand eachother. but ebony can be a sceptical little fuck, and she’s generally just Wary in general sometimes, but she also wants to believe that some people are good and their intentions are as they seem and it’s Pure. even if she EVER got creepy vibes from grant, she’d either be like CREEP EVIL NASTY BYE SEE YA or convince herself she’s making it up because of relationships with people in the past. but ofc, the worst part is that he’s never given her any reason to think grant is anything but just a nice, charming guy who’s maybe a little pretentious and quiet but that’s basically the worst thing about him, and if it were to happen now, she’s in too deep for it to be a red flag. yoikes. but we all know that to everyone else he just looks like a,,, Nice Guy. either way, he’s a friend, and their lack of actually being as close as they may seem isn’t that weird for her ( which i shall explain in a different bullet point bc this is long ! )

—– ❀ she isn’t a complete plum, and won’t turn a blind eye forever, but in the recent months/so far, she’s come to grant’s defence, thinking that anybody who’s pointed the finger at him is a) unoriginal and b) has clearly never met him. she thinks it’s cruel and unnecessary. like, her pov is that he lost his girlfriend, who told the story of what happened/was going to happen to her, and it’s as simple as that, in a ‘why would mallory write about that otherwise’ kind of way. she’s applying logic to it and i’m like oh,,, honey,,, you sweet summer child,,, plus, grant’s manipulative ass is looking all kinds of charming and innocent and whatever. HOWEVER, things slowly unfolding and eventually ebony beginning to question things ! yes pls ! internal conflict !

—– ❀ however, ebony also briefly vaguely knew mallory ! she attended a few of her yoga classes ages ago, and it’s a complete coincidence that ebony knew the both of them. if/when grant ever mentioned mallory to ebony, the name wouldn’t have clicked, and since she never met her outside of the classes, it took her a while to click why mallory looked so familiar when everything blew up after her death. it kind of weirds her out that someone she knew was murdered, and that it never clicked that Grant’s Girlfriend was the one who taught those yoga classes, but it’s just a complete coincidence !

—– ❀ TW FOR ABUSE MENTION: ebony hasn’t read the book, and doesn’t plan on it. she might one day if she’s feeling impulsive and self destructive, but because of the subject matter, she’s avoiding it. it had nothing to do with being grant’s friend ( even though most people would probably question if it’s the Moral and Ethical thing to do, that doesn’t even cross her mind -- she’s not the most moral of people tbh ) and has more to do with the fact that she’s been in an abusive relationship in the past, herself, and she’s just like............nope. ( / end of tw ! )

—– ❀ she didn’t grow up in new york, and has only called it home for for a few years. but she also travels a lot, and is very flaky, and can disappear for periods of time just to show up announced a few weeks later. it’s not weird for her to drop off the grid for a bit ( sounds safe, ebs ) and it’s not weird for her to ditch social circles and local hangouts in general and just ghost, and she’s also lived in several different states across the country. she cannot commit to anything ever, including places. it’s actually odd that she’s been in new york for so long, but she loves the energy and the spirit of the city. and it’s massive so if she tires of a certain spot, she can drift elsewhere ! plus.........plot convenience.

—– ❀ sometimes she might feel a little out of place tbh ! she’s not an academic and she definitely didn’t come from money, and doesn’t have an abundance of it now, either. she’s a bartender, as that’s always her job when i play her lmao, but i might give her another too but i’m still flipping back and forth so..... tbd !

—– ❀ TW FOR DEATH: a bit of background: she was born in california to amelia robinson & david harrison, a young couple who hadn’t been together all that long when they found out they were expecting, but were madly in love nonetheless. david was completely devoted to his daughter, but he sadly died when she was seven. after his death, some hard truths to swallow came out about him, and her already distraught mother was even more heartbroken. life was pretty rough after his death and her mother couldn’t really cope anymore and became someone that ebs ended up not really recognising, and she became kind of cruel. she’s since forgiven her mother for who she became and therefore how she then treated her daughter, but they’re not close. ebony left cali for a few years after turning seventeen, and when she returned at twenty, she found her father’s broken watch, which she sometimes still wears now. it looks out of place on her thin wrist, especially since the damn thing doesn’t work, but she likes it nonetheless and refuses to get it fixed. in ways like that, she can be,,, a little pretentious ( again, why her friendship with grant works ) and while we’re on the subject of that..... ( / tw ends ! )

—– ❀ her personality is a little messy. she can be very........difficult ? especially as a friend ? though she’s kind-hearted and forgiving and can be very gentle, she’s also temperamental and vague and selfish. she doesn’t mean to be selfish, but she just is. it’s,,, probably infuriating to some people ? as well as the fact that she’s very easily misunderstood due to being hard to understand. yet she also doesn’t like people making the effort to try and understand. yet also wants someone in her life who does understand her. like.........she wants something, but won’t let anybody make the steps to get the thing she wants ? like.............jfc, ebs. she also cannot deal with anything, and it’s not uncommon for somebody to think that everything is going fine and they’re getting on with her great, but then shit hits the fan and the real things happen and she’s like !!! bye !!! so, again, she’s a bit of a flight risk right now. bc like...... well, a murder’s a pretty big thing, my dudes. but also, in her mind, one of her friends is going through some Big Stuff what with his girlfriend being “murdered by her ex” so although most people would be like “gosh golly i should be there for him” there’s a part of ebony that’s like “cannot............deal...............want.......................to yeet.........” but because it’s his Trauma to deal with, it’s easier for her to stay. for example, if something happened between herself and grant that was mutual ( no matter what it was ) that caused angst, that’d be more of a reason for her to Yeet because it directly effects her ? if that at all makes sense ?

—– ❀ quick thing about gender and pronouns !! gender is messy and complicated ( to her ) and she accepted that long ago, but she identifies as a demigirl. her pronouns are she/her, HOWEVER she really appreciates when people use they/them when she hasn’t explicitly stated her pronouns to somebody. she just ,,, thinks it’s the respectful thing to do, but it also makes her feel Valid. she mostly identifies with the gender she was assigned at birth, and tends to present very femininely, but that doesn’t make her any less nb, y’know ? and she doesn’t like people,,, forgetting that she’s Not A Woman ? a lot of the time she’s worried people won’t see her as being nb and even her nb friends she’s sometimes convinced will just forget she’s Not A Woman ?? however, she’s okay with sometimes being referred to as a girl, but always on her own terms. like.......her mobile header literally says ‘sad girls club’ but like..... on her own terms, y’know ? so tldr: if we could pls refrain from referring to her as like ‘the woman’ or ‘the girl’ in threads, that’d be greatly appreciated !

—– ❀ some extras if you want to see/read more about the goblin: stats, playlist, pinterest, aesthetic, old drabbles*, old about/drabble. she doesn’t have a full bio, as the last one i wrote ended up being over 7k words and honestly.........who has the time

* if you click this one, please be aware that trigger warnings apply for abuse, as well as vague/tiny mentions of pregnancy.

extra connections !!! if u want !!!! idk !!!

—– ❀ friends from out of town ! if anybody is from anywhere else in the u.s outside of ny, or they spent a lot of time somewhere else, they totally could’ve known eachother a few years ago. bc ebony has lived in several different places, i can probably wiggle things around and make it work no matter what state they’ve lived in !

—– ❀ friends ! as you might’ve gathered from the rest of the intro, ebony can be a little Difficult, but she’s still kind at heart, and can be soft, and thoughtful ! so, friends that have no problem with her, friends who call her out on her bullshit, friends who she’s ditched in the past, friends she parties with, friends who have tried to Fix her, friends she trusts more than most, etc etc ! as the great sutton foster once said, anything goes !

—– ❀ fwb/hook-ups/flings/exes ! whether they’re things of the past or kind of ongoing, it’s pretty open ! ebony likes people of any and all genders, and ( not dissimilar to mallory, actually ! ) has no problems spreading her love around. which is basically the beating-around-the-bush way of saying she has a lot of sex with a lot of people, and i support her ( ... eh, when it’s healthy ) but one night stands, friends that have no problem keeping things causal, people she dated for a while, something that started casual but Feelings happened and it’s messy, all kinds of stuff is good to go !

—– ❀ people who were also in the yoga classes mallory taught at the time ! it would’ve been a while ago but if the Yoga Peoples would’ve been there back in the day too then perfect !

—– ❀ grant’s other friends ! people who met through grant ! we all have that friend we met through a mutual murderer, right ? or someone who eb met through grant and they can’t fucking stand eachother ? someone she met through grant but then shagged and now it’s awkward ? people who were actually friends with eachother first and one of them introduced grant to the other ? people who she only met at mallory’s funeral bc they were both there to support their murderous pal ? having the two of ‘em meet unrelated and then find out casually like oh shit u know my good bitch grant ? wild ! all kinds of shit !

—– ❀ roommates ! what are the realistic chances of a group of roomies all knowing either the gal who got murdered or her boyfriend ? slim as fuck but plot convenience !! maybe two or three roomies ? ny’s expensive and ebony isn’t a rich gal !

—– ❀ tbh though i also really love just.......... throwing the characters into a situation and seeing how things go, and having people meet for the first time and stuff, but i also love pre-plotted and intenser stuff, and messy/complicated plots work really well with eb ! i love all kinds of things, i’m down for w/e. while we’re on connections though, i tend to suck with plotting and i’m sometimes a little slow with ims, but i just want to make that Known so it’s not taken personally or anybody thinks i’m not interested anymore or anything ! i’m definitely replying, i promise !

okay so if you read all of this, you’re a saint and greatly appreciated ! apologies for the rambling ! feel free to drop by if you’d like to plot or anything like that ! ps. pls enjoy the fact that i scheduled this while watching the ted bundy thing on netflix, bc it tickled me. bit too fitting huh lads.

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gamerwoo · 7 years

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Chanyeol: What Do You Call a Cow--?

Characters: “badboy” college!Chanyeol x ofc (ft Baekhyun; a couple oc’s)

Genre: angsty fluff??? kinda goofy. really short drabble thing bc I got soft for Chanyeol again

Word count: 2,567

Summary: All Chanyeol wants is his weekly smoothie; he didn’t ask for a side of cow jokes with them. Smoothie girl insists on telling them anyway, and he doesn’t understand why she won’t leave him alone.

A/N: I may or may not end up making a second part to this bc I love this concept soooo

Chanyeol wasn’t sure how they ended up here. Well, actually, he was 100% sure how they ended up here, he just couldn’t believe it. Never once did he ever think him and smoothie girl would be here like this, but here they were.

It all started four weeks ago….

Every Thursday he got a smoothie. The smoothie shop was a ten minute walk from campus but it wasn’t a huge deal. Besides, his long legs made it easy for him to get there quickly without a hassle.

The only thing about the smoothie shop that he found odd was one of the smoothie girls. She was a few inches shorter than him--who wasn’t shorter than him?--and always seemed to wear pastel colors. She seemed to be his opposite; he wore all dark colors, especially black. Most people were afraid of him considering his height and demeanor. The way he carried himself seemed intimidating, at least that’s what he was told. Yet here was this small girl who looked at him with the brightest eyes and the warmest smile every time he came in for a smoothie.

He pushed the shop door open and heard the familiar ding as he stepped in. It was a little crowded as usual but the line wasn’t long. He stepped up to the counter and some boy around his age took his order and name before handing the cup off to someone in the back to make it. Curiously, he looked around until his eyes landed on the strange girl, her back turned to him while she made somebody else’s drink. Once she turned around, though, her eyes met him and she flashed him a small smile that he didn’t return.

Once that order was made and the guy had moved away from the pickup counter, Chanyeol stepped up and waited for his order. The cup was handed over to the strange girl who was now tossing fresh fruits into a blender with ice and yogurt. While they blended together, she casually walked up to the counter where Chanyeol was standing as if she was approaching an old friend.

“Chanyeol, right?” she guessed, probably from how many times he’d been in here and had to give his name.

He was surprised but didn’t show it. Instead, he gave a short nod.

Her smile widened. “Wanna hear a joke?”

A joke? How was he supposed to reply to that? Wasn’t she supposed to be, y’know, doing her job?

When he didn’t reply, she continued anyway. “What do you call a cow with three legs?”

He just stared down at her oddly-cute smile as she blinked up at him.

The blender stopped once the timer had gone off, and she turned and went back to her job like nothing happened. So she wasn’t even going to tell him the answer? Seriously, what was wrong with this girl?

She poured his smoothie into his cup, put the lid on, and shoved a lime green straw into the top before going back over to the pickup counter and sliding it over to him. “See ya next week.”

He wanted to ask her about the answer to the joke but then she’d think he was invested. Instead, he grabbed the smoothie and left the shop, half-considering looking up the answer on Google.

On the second week, he went in again at Thursday. He approached the counter where the odd smoothie girl was working now. Her eyes brightened when they landed on him. While she wasn’t smiling with her mouth, she was with her eyes. There was something cute about it, and Chanyeol didn’t like that he found it cute.

Instead of greeting him, she simply said, “Lean beef.”

Chanyeol blinked. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Wait, why was he thinking this when he could literally just ask her?

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked her, his voice low and his tone slightly offended.

She laughed softly, shaking her head like the answer was obvious. “That’s what you call a cow with three legs! Lean beef. Get it?”

His face betrayed him and cracked a smile. He quickly dropped it but he could tell she saw by the way she grinned widely and giggled. He cursed himself out in his head while she asked for his order. He stated it to her, quickly swiped his card, and walked away before she could say anything else to him.

At the pickup counter, someone else made his drink and gave it to him. It wasn’t until he was outside that he realized there was something written in silver sharpie beside his name on his cup.

What do you call a cow with no legs?

Chanyeol sighed, rolling his eyes. Did this girl have a thing for cows or something? He didn’t mean to feed into the whole stereotype around him but he just wanted to be left alone. He liked his small group of friends and that was it. Why was this girl suddenly asking him weird questions like this? When would she stop?

The third week, he went in again. Only this time, his friend, Baekhyun tagged along. They walked up to the counter as Chanyeol cautiously looked around for odd smoothie girl.

“Dude,” Baekhyun snapped his fingers in front of Chanyeol’s face to get him to focus, “are you okay? You look like you’re watching out for someone to jump out and tackle you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” he promised, realizing smoothie girl was nowhere to be found.

Was she sick? Did she quit? Was she fired for asking customers weird cow questions?

Baekhyun ordered two of the same drink and paid for them before going to wait by the pickup station. The boy carrying their drinks looked between the two boys. “Which one of you is Chanyeol?”

Nervously, Chanyeol raised his hand halfway up. The boy handed one of the drinks to Chanyeol and gave the other to Baekhyun before going back to making drinks. Baekhyun watched the guy leave with furrowed brows before looking at his friend.

“What was that all about?” he questioned. “Did you actually make friends here?”

“No.” he stated, shaking his head.

It wasn’t until Chanyeol got into his next class and set his drink down on his table that he realized something wasn’t right. It was like there was something on the bottom of his cup. He felt the bottom and ended up grabbing a note that was attached to it. Internally groaning, he unfolded the white paper and read what it said.

Chanyeol,

I realize you probably aren’t looking forward to these jokes, and you’re probably glad that I wasn’t working today--

‘Well she’s not stupid,’ he thought to himself.

--but you smiled at the first one and that’s good enough for me. You always look so sad when you come in. I hardly ever see you come in with friends, and when you do, you still look miserable. I don’t know if you have something going on in your life or if you just have resting bitch face, but I wanted to try to cheer you up anyway.

And for the record, I’m sick today. But if you get this, it means Kibum managed to get the drink to you.

Anyway, the answer is ground beef. Get it? Please tell me you remember the joke, I don’t feel like retelling it.

New question: what do you call a cow with two legs?

-Smoothie girl xx

P.S. I swear I know more jokes than cow ones but the punchline to this one is the best. I don’t have a thing for cows or anything. I promise. I’m not weird.

Chanyeol folded the note back up. Did...did smoothie girl actually just want to make him smile because she noticed he didn’t smile? Well, shit, that was actually kind of cute. Maybe she wasn’t odd, just...thoughtful.

Then he realized he was judging her just like people judged him. He’s tall and dresses in black and is quiet so he must hate people and be an outcast or whatever. He was doing the same thing to her. She’s bright and colorful and cheery and talks to random customers like they’re her friends so she must be fucking insane. In actuality, she was just concerned and, well...nice.

As the professor walked in, Chanyeol put the note in his pocket.

On the fourth week, he went in again on Thursday. Only this time, he didn’t show up until 10 minutes before the shop closed because he had to tutor his friend, Jongin. He walked into the small shop and went up to the counter where a bored-looking girl with brown and blue hair was popping her gum while she waited for closing time.

“So you’re gonna make us dirty up the blenders again, huh?” she asked him, giving him a look of pure boredom.

He sighed, not even wanting to bother fighting with this girl--where was smoothie girl instead? Was she still sick? It had been a week, he hoped she was okay.

“Are you gonna ask me for my order or what?” he replied to her question with another.

Upon hearing his deep voice, a head poked out from the back room. Smoothie girl’s eyes lit up as she saw Chanyeol’s tall form, walking out and going up to the counter.

“I got this, Yuri.” she told the grumpy girl before taking over the register. “What can I get you?”

“Shouldn’t that be ‘what can I get you, Chanyeol’?” he asked teasingly, keeping a straight face.

She laughed, the melodic sound echoing in the quiet store. He never heard her actual laugh other than when it was quiet and almost inaudible in the usually busy shop.

“Right, I’m sorry.” she nodded. “What would you like tonight, Chanyeol?”

“I’d like to know if you’re okay.” he told her honestly. “You’re not sick anymore, right?”

She perked up, knowing he’d gotten her letter and actually read it. She shook her head quickly. “I’m all better!”

“Then in that case,” he began, scanning the menu quickly, “I’ll just take a large strawberry-banana smoothie wiiiith...the punchline to last week’s joke.”

He didn’t think she could smile wider but she proved him wrong. She didn’t punch his order into the register, though, before going to make his order.

“Wait, what about-”

“It’s on the house!” she called over her shoulder.

Knowing she wouldn’t allow him to fight her on it, he put his card back in his wallet before going over to the pickup counter. He leaned his tall frame against it as he watched smoothie girl’s back while she made his drink.

“So you were worried about me, huh?” he asked, a smirk in his voice.

She shrugged as if it was totally normal. “Yeah. You were a regular so I always noticed you. I was kind of depressed when I first moved here for school and I didn’t have anyone there to make me feel better, so I try to be there for other people.”

Fuck, she really was too good.

As the blender started mixing up his smoothie, she walked over to the counter to properly talk to him. “I know you probably thought it was weird but-”

“I appreciate it.” he admitted. “I am okay, though. I’m just kind of...avoided by a lot of people.”

“You do look scary.” she noted with a laugh, gesturing to his clothes. “The only colored things I ever see you wear are flannels, and they always have black in them too. Other than that, the only color you ever have is your red hair.”

“I never see you wear black.” he chuckled, eyeing her outfit under the sunshine-yellow apron. “You’re always wearing colorful stuff.”

“We’re like opposites.”

“Physically, yeah. I look more like your bitchy coworker.”

“Yuri? Yeah, she’s…. You’re nothing like her, I promise.” she laughed as she ran a hand through her hair as if she was remembering all the bad things about the blue-haired girl. “If I ever tried to ask her if she was okay, she’d yell at me to fuck off.”

“I could’ve done that.” he pointed out.

“Why didn’t you?” she wondered, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

‘That’s why,’ he wanted to say. Those eyes, that smile, the way she was always so nice to him even before the jokes started--it was all the innocent traits about her. They got to him even if he didn’t want to admit it. They were what was stopping him from being rude to her this whole time.

Then there was him. Tall, dark, and horrifying. Nobody wanted to fuck with him, and he was sure that half the people on campus were terrified to even breathe in his direction. She was the opposite of him yet he felt so...warm just when he looked at her. She was everything good in the world, and he was made out to be everything bad.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he mumbled, suddenly feeling shy. “That’s why I couldn’t.”

She batted her eyelashes at him, a smile tugging up the corners of her pink lips. “Look at you like what?”

“Hey, don’t test me.” he gave her a serious look, but just like the first week she spoke to him, his lips threatened to pull up at the corners and gave a hint of a smile.

“So the notorious Park Chanyeol really is big and scary?” she giggled, raising her eyebrows at him.

Feeling the heat of the moment, he leaned down and across the counter, pressing his lips softly to hers as his hand cupped the side of her face, the other one pressed against the cool granite of the counter to hold himself up. She froze for only a millisecond before melting into the kiss, her soft lips moving slowly against his slightly-chapped ones.

And that’s where they were. How? Well, because of a couple of stupid cow jokes, and an irresistible smile. He hated to admit it but he’d never liked bad jokes so much.

She smelled like fruit and vanilla which only made him want to kiss her harder but he resisted and pulled back slightly. Smirking and showing off a set of perfect teeth as he spoke, he gauged her reaction. “Yeah, I’m terrifying.”

She nodded slowly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his that were staring at her with an intensity that made her shiver in the best way. “Yeah...definitely…”

He chuckled, backing up. “I think the blender’s done.”

“Right!” she suddenly snapped out of the trance he had her in and went to pour his smoothie into a cup. This time, she gave him a bright pink straw before handing the smoothie over to him. “Here you go!”

He turned his cup all the way around twice before pouting down at her. “Where’s the punchline?”

Her face turned as pink as her baby pink cropped t-shirt. “Well, it’s kind of mean...and I don’t want you to decide you never want to kiss me again.”

“I like mean humor.” he told her, taking a sip from his smoothie. “Don’t worry, I can take it. So, what do you call a cow with two legs?”

She giggled softly to herself before glancing up to look at him with the most innocent, yet mischievous smile he’d ever seen her wear. “Your mom.”

#i was partly inspired to write this because my cousin told me these jokes a whiiiile ago #and they're my go-to jokes for my friends #and i was soft for chanyeol and #this just kinda happened #i wanna make another one where chanyeol is kinda scary and the girl is the opposite #but make it longer and with more plot #but we'll see #exo #chanyeol #exo imagine #exo oneshot #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol oneshot

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momokiiicos · 6 years

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Writing Process tag game

Tagged by @gold-from-straw ! Thank you ^_^

1. What are your favourite genres and/or styles to write in?

when i was a little kid i’ve always loved sci-fi/fantasy most. but seeing that i am currently exclusively writing in the wizarding world universe i cannot really say which genre i like best (let’s forget all the RPF i did in the past that was horrible i hate myself for writing in that)

my favourite genre to write in has to be gothic literature

but let’s talk about tropes !! my favourite is slow burn and hurt/comfort (yeah ik i like to torture my readers (jkjk) ). i suppose i also write decently in fluff but surprisingly, i don’t particularly like writing fluff

still developing my style ><

2. What was the last writing project you finished and felt successful with?

the last piece of writing i did which i felt successful with can hardly be called a “project”...? but almost every drabble i posted on this acc i feel satisfied with (#SlytherinValuesWrites)

the last writing project i finished should be quite successful (at least judging from the amount of kudos on AO3) but i hated it. it was the RPF i mentioned and i hated myself for writing it. i only finished it because i am not one to abandon a fic

3. If you have a WiP how do you feel it’s going? What stage are you in?

ummm the status/content of my WIPs are my biggest secret >< sorry no telling

(it is a kind of weird jinx thing for me. i’ve not shared what i am currently working on for maybe 10 years. you’ll know it when i publish it)

4. What are your favourite places to write?

it’s not really about the place for me. it’s more of the moment. if in that moment i feel like writing i’d write, but if i don’t feel like it, no matter what place i’m in i cannot write, so it’s really not about the place

5. Do you prefer to write with long hand or type? Or some other method?

type all the way !!

when i was 12 and did not have access to a computer or smartphone, i used to write in a notebook. but typing is much, much better for me. it feels right.

i also like typing everything up into a computer because it allows me to view the whole piece of writing as a big picture and i rely a lot on the vibe of the piece to decide on how to continue writing

6. Do you remember your first character? If so can we meet them?

ok so my first original novel idea was from when i was 12 or 13. i got inspired by a trip to disneyland on halloween. i think the main character is called Thalia or something...? anyways so thalia is a witch but all throughout childhood she is told to keep this secret hush hush so as to keep herself safe because everyone else is afraid of magic (because they think it’s satanic). but thalia is not attending a magic school so she doesn’t have to hide it anymore. one prominent thing i remember about the school is that the room numbers are always changing inconsistently so the students are always late to class because they can’t find the goddamn classroom. the form is magic is that they have to perform a sort of ritual (kinda like contacting the “spirits/gods” but not really)

so thalia is kind of like a sidekick but at the end she accidentally save everyone’s arses. but she’s NOT the “chosen one” bc i hate this shit. but the story is not about her being a sidekick, it actually revolves around thalia and her childhood friend (who is not magical)

so thalia and her friend ( i forgot her name) knew each other when they were kids and they are ~really~ good friends. for some reason i do not remember they have not seen each other for years, until now. i don’t remember if her friend knew of thalia’s magical ancestry or not. but then of course shit happens and someone evil is stirring up trouble. so thalia helps fight on the SIDELINE because she got dragged into the battlefield while all she wanna do is chill and be with her friend (whom she is in love with btw)

but then of course, her friend got dragged into shit too, because of thalia may i add. so thalia has to protect her friend, because she’s in love with her, and sort of because of this, they become girlfriends

at the end thalia accidentally became an important factor in defeating the ~evil~ and afterwards, of course the whole point of this story is SLOWBURN HURT/COMFORT GAAAAAY WITCHES

(disclaimer : i plotted all these way before i even read/watched jk rowls’ hp series. all these just because of a haunted house in disneyland on halloween )

7. Where do you get your inspiration?

literally everywhere. my brain is in a constant 24/7 chatter. i cannot get it to shut up.

8. Do you outline a story before writing it, or does it all live in your head until the first draft gets put down?

hmm depends.

as i’ve said above i rely a lot on gut feelings. if i feel like writing down the outline is a good thing to do (in a specific way that is too vague to explain) that will result in a good outcome of the fic, i’d do the outline. if i feel like it’s not the thing to do, i’d never do it because outlining would sometimes jinx everything

9. Where do you go/ What do you do when you’re feeling stuck?

i rarely get stuck but if i do, i’d do nothing about it. i’d just wait until the right feelings hits again so that i’d continue writing, or else i don’t think my writing would be successful

10. What got you started writing/doing Art? (Because I always love origin stories)

i’ve always known that i’d be some sort of artist, growing up. whether it is writing, illustration, graphic design i know that i’d be doing something creative. so i’ve always been into writing

despite being a writer being my dream for as long as i can remember, i only started writing and creating fiction when i was 13 (the thalia one). afterwards i (very unfortunately) got into RPF fanfiction. although that was a horrible mistake i’ve never stopped writing ever since !! i’m always regularly writing now :)

this tag is most enjoyable to answer !! my favourite one yet ^^

let’s see if i have any writer friends : @asafeplanet @the-cellar-spiral @restlessandordinary @rose-grangerweasleyisbae @aibidil @decanthrope

#tagged

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kieren-fucking-walker · 7 years

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this is me asking about ur wips

This is so open ended and I love it but remember you asked for it so i’m gonna give the rundown:(These are all for DGHDA btw)

To Know series:Dirk Gently - Part 3 and the culmination of the main story I wanted to write. (There will be two add ons). This is my current priority but it’s being stubborn af and hard to write and I can’t work out why. It’s going to be angsty but hopefully toned more bittersweet than all out angst like the last ones. (All going well it should have a happy/hopeful ending but we’ll see.)Dirk Gently (Part 2): 1st Optional add on to main series, will look at Dirk when we first met him and follow him through the events of the first season. I have bits and pieces planned out for this but it’s not my first priority because i think this one might give me a bit of trouble too. Todd Brotzman: 2nd Optional add on to main series. Will be Brotzly (I couldn’t resist). Will be set after S2, will look at Todd/the relationship through Dirk’s eyes, will involve past-sharing, will not be too angsty (with luck). Currently have quite a bit of this one planned out but I need to get the other written first to make it come out properly. I’m excited for this one, it’ll be very cathartic and lovely to write I think.

(Under a cut bc this post got hella long)

My AU:Angels and Demons, baby. Todd is a disgruntled angel who is grounded for reasons that will not be told until the story. He’s not fallen but he’s definitely been sent to time out for doing something that’s actually wayyyy worse than anyone realises. Dirk is a… happy go lucky demon? He’s a dodgy little shit but he’s not evil. He has a backstory that I’m having hella fun planning and working out the dynamics for this world is super fun. They’re gonna fix the universe with help from their friends. Featuring: Punk Angel Amanda who got sick of the rules and fell to earth so she could actually help instead of watch. The Rowdies as Hellhounds. Farah as a fierce warrior angel (who bends the rules to talk to Todd and Amanda). Dirk’s dubious ‘demonic’ activity (is it evil or is he just weird, who knows?). Todd who can’t stop getting his feathers in a bunch. Blackwing being literally Hell. Some very painful Icarus references. Some super duper sweet romance all worked up in the middle there. Awkward courting and enthusiastic gestures on both sides. It’ll be good when I actually get round to writing it.Other Bits and Pieces:Todd the walking fashion disaster: A WIP I have had almost finished since Shapes and Colours aired (I know, I know). That outfit is too good for Todd to have managed to put it together, Dirk dressed him (fite me). Featuring: bad fashion, gay thoughts. It only needs like, 1 more paragraph to be finished and yet. Technically the first fic I wrote for this fandom but it’s not finished and doesn’t count. Soft Domestic Bullshit: It’s so fluffy it makes me sick looking at it. I’m not really a fluff writer so I set myself this challenge and it’s actually coming along quite nicely. If you wanna know what a grossly cute quiet morning in bed for Todd and Dirk looks like this is the one for you. The “almost too emo to be porn” porn: It’s working title is “they have sex, todd cries”. Porn is a rarity for me so we’ll see if it ever sees the light of AO3 BUT it’s been wonderful and therapeutic and lovely to write so far. It’s very emo. Something Else: Not angst, not fluff, not really any category. How Dirk and Todd come to see each other as home. Okay. Maybe it’s fluff. Another one that comes in stops and starts but I’m enjoying playing around with. Dirk Gently holds his cards close to his chest (but he might let you peek if you’re nice): A one shot about how I think the most likely way Dirk would tell Todd about Blackwing would go. Not difficult to write in a traditional sense, but hard to pace. Lots of insecurities. I’ve been working on this one for ages and it’s very much slow and steady but getting there. Meet the Parents, ‘where the hell have you been young man?’ Edition: Todd’s parents have been worried sick about him and Amanda just up and disappearing. They turn up at the agency and Dirk is thoroughly unprepared for this. Mostly based off of Todd’s “can I at least call my parents?” line from s2 ep1. He knows they’ll worry. Some kind of closure: Riggins comes to Dirk looking for forgiveness. They talk. It’s a lot, but he does get something out of it. A favourite of mine right now. How Farah Black Realised She’s A Lesbian: A prompt I got the other day that sent me into a writing flurry. It’s such a good idea and I’m loving this one but I’ve hit a road block. Honestly the free-est easiest one to write right now. Markings (Brotzly): Something someone prompted me with ages ago that I think was intended as nsfw but I just made it angsty. And cute in parts! Definitely cute but there’s angst in there too. An all out angst fest featuring Mr Priest: This is one I’m writing mostly for my own amusement and may never see the light of day but he’s a fun character to write and when I’m struggling making headway with some of the ones I take more seriously I like to hash it out over here in this WIP. The 7 other prompts in my inbox: I’m working on them I swear. Most likely to be drabbles/short installments. I like to use prompts as quick exercises when I’m stuck/dragged down by bigger projects and some of you guys have the best imaginations so I’m incredibly thankful for them. These will see the light of day at some point I promise. And there we have it. Most of these are literally a couple of paragraphs from being finished and I struggle the most with endings but I’m determined not to abandon them so here are some things you can expect to see coming your way over the next few months from me. I may well have forgotten some but as you can see I have an over active imagination and have given myself a lot to do BUT multiple projects at once is how I work best and it’ll be the luck of the draw what gets written first. Sorry this is so long. If any of you want to ask more about any of these please do, talking about stuff I’m working on helps me keep inspired and makes me feel like I have to do it because someone knows about it. Thank you SO much for asking. I feel better having just written this all out.

#lovely people #thank you so much anon #this is prob the best thing you could have asked lmao #long post #writing #my wips #now you all know my shame #feel free to bug me about these #asks #dghda

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