#fte couple so dear to me even tho i am screamingncryingnthrowing up trying to write this third part i Promise i will get this out

[linorachas]

hey! i came to ask about sunday's best pt III but realized you haven't been active in months ):

whatever it is, hope you're doing okay, buddy. hang in there! (and if you ever feel like sharing your stories again, please do. you are an amazing writer).

all the best x

OH 🥹 THIS IS SO 🥹

thank you so much 😞 i admittedly was not having the time of my life while i was inactive, with problems irl and just being Very Insecure about my writing so i had to take a step back from all of it and by taking a step back i mean deleting tumblr and even google docs 🫠

but life is slowly getting better and my stupid smooth brain is slowly learning to be confident again and messages like these just. help so so so so so much u don't understand the impact this has on me i will think about this everyday Thank U.

and as for ftw pt 3 i am working on her :D very slowly but i am still aiming to publish it 😞😞😞 and to prove that here is a lil snippet but if u don't want to be spoiled plz look away rn

Chan freezes, squeaking quickly, “wouldyoumarryme?”

You blink. It takes a few seconds for you to reply, staring at him dumbfoundedly as your mouth gaped like a fish out of water.

“Like-” you start, voice pitching weirdly, “hy...hypothetically? Is this those- those would you date me if I was a worm things?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Changbin exclaims, at the same time you go “Oh.”

Chan jerks. “Oh? Good oh or bad oh?”

“I mean-“ you avert your eyes, scratching your arm. “I would marry you if you were a worm. I’d love you still even if you were any animal, Chan.”

You frown when Chan genuinely looks surprised at that, eyes shining. “Really?”

“My god.” Minho fakes retching noises at your side, hands covering his mouth. You shove him, but you don’t look away from Chan.

“Yes really.” You coo, wrapping Chan in a bear hug. “Though I don’t think any ring would fit if you were a worm. I’ll customize one, I guess. One that won’t slip off from your slime.”

Chan makes a choking noise, squeezing you tight.

“Really?” He squeaks again, and you frown.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Fine.” Chan says, even as he sniffles and buries his face in your neck. “I’m good. Great, even.”

“Jesus Christ."