#some kind of drabble thing lmao i just felt like i needed to post something

[sukunasweetheart]

idk something about trueform sukuna bothering his angry and weepy wife. hes been making too many teasing remarks for the day and youve had enough. he drags you onto his lap and mockingly asks you "what's wrong, my love? throwing another tantrum?" and your frown gets deeper, and you attempt to push his face away, trying to get that shit eating smirk of his out of your sight, along with his four eyes that narrow at you in amusement, clearly having his fun with your tears and moodiness.

your wrist gets easily bound by his stupidly large hand. stupid! you start squirming, trying to get out of his grasp, and he chuckles, knowing that you can't. not that you truly want him to just let go of you, anyway. you're angry, and yet you can't help but want his attention to be on you.

sukuna watches you eventually stop squirming around, because you know that you'd only tire yourself out. "well, did you get everything out of your system?" the satirical question fires you up again, but you just decide to ignore him, looking away from his eyes.

"you're so annoying..." you chide him, clearly still upset, still angry. you don't want to cry but the tears sting your eyes and you can't stop the ache in your throat. he cradles you and grins like a cheshire cat. "oh, don't look so sullen. acting like a spoiled princess." you hate how he speaks to you condescendingly, knowing that it gets on your nerves.

"i hate you. leave me be," you scowl, fighting off all four arms of his, but they only wrap around you tighter. sukuna smirks with a softer look in his eyes, wishing he could squeeze you harder without hurting you. "hate, hm? just who're you trying to fool?" he croons at you, wiping the tears off your face with one hand.

you start resisting a little less, and he observes those small cracks forming in your defiant attitude with glee. "look at you. becoming pliant with my touch." your anger has been exhausted, and now you're in the mood to be loved... just a little bit. you refuse to smile, but your body relaxes.

"yes... relent yourself to me," sukuna murmurs, before his searing lips reach your jawline.

he likes to bother you, but appeasing you is equally as entertaining.

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Fic tag game

got tagged by @fangeek-girl ❤️❤️

How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 7 works but 3 of them are fanfic lol

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

1896 words total. Your girl is definitely one for brevity LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wednesday, that one drabble I made for The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, and I've been writing for Star Wars (though I haven't posted anything yet) and Mrs maisel (i wrote a whole short fic for that almost a year ago but I forgot about it completely until I found it in my notes apps, I should get around to posting it)  

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I don't have 5 fics total but here's my current count in order:

1-Lies

2-The world's a little blurry

3-Pretend

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes always! the fact that people are READING my stuff and taking time to comment has me 🥺🥺🥺

My writing ao3 isnt linked to my main email adress though so sometimes it takes me a while to respond because I wont see it until I periodically check my fic stats

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

.....Probably The world's a little blurry let's be real (I'm going to fix it it in the next one in the series, I promise!!!)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

akdadhjgsjgd hard to say all my shit is angsty, I guess Pretend?? kind of, it's less of a downer than the other ones. The final part of Come a little closer will have a happy ending though I promise! (already finished writing the end, I just need to write the beginning lol)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No ❤️ I don't think any of my stuff has gotten enough attention for that lol

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

NO my ace ass has no experience with that so I wouldn't know how 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(I might need to in some future project, fortunately a lot of my friends are perverts (affectionate) so I could probably ask for some guidance if it comes to that LOL)

10. Do you write cross-overs?

No, I'm not a big fans of crossovers in general so certainly have never felt compelled to write one.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

So many ugh I cant even choose, it's more rare for me to actually finish something than the opposite, that's why I'll never post anything unless the whole thing is finished (only exception is my current series, but that's because I felt like each fic making up the series were self-contained enough that they didn't need to follow up immediatly to work? if that makes sense - plus the first one was a one shot and only thought of how to follow it up after posting it)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

ANIDALA MY BELOVED

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at imagery and emotion (being a poetry writer goes brrrrr)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIPTIONS oh god I'm so bad at it. My fic are vibes only lmao, what are they wearing? where are they? what movements are they doing? NOT IMPORTANT how about I offer you 12 metaphors on how this character is feeling instead. (though I'm forcing myself to work on it haha)

I also struggle with any longer story arc... there's a reason all my stuff is so short lol

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it's in french it would be pretty fun since it's my ✨first language✨ hehe. For other languages I'd see if one of my friends speak it but otherwise idk if I'd include it bc I don't want to butcher another language, I've seen too many english authors put french through the ringer it's painful 😭

18. First fandom you wrote for?

I guess Julie and the Phantoms? I never posted it but I had a pretty advanced fic for that. unless you count the 13 reasons why fic I posted on wattpas when i was early teen but we dont talk about that

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

right now it has to be The world's a little blurry, I just love how it came out hehe

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

none right now.

Anyway tagging @nonamemanga @beri-allen @unlifeira @realmermaid333 @suchaladyy @witchysith @king-crimson-works @theycallme-thejackal and anyone else who might want to do it!

[dieanywhereelseart]

Hi! I’m. A massive fan of your fic “What Once Was Mine” . Genuinely my favorite fic it’s amazing and I still think about it. I was wondering if you think their may be a chance you’d come back to it? If not, that’s totally fine but I thought I’d ask!

Hey! lmao I've gotten this a lot recently. Actually, over the past few months my fic has been doing the rounds again, not sure if someone recced it or what. Either way, the short of it is that I'm not currently working on it but it's something I want to get back to. You can find more of my musings on wowm here and here. I've also gotten into other media lately (namely critical role and C1/the legend of vox machina) so i might scratch an itch and post some fic for that. I have OCD so for me posting a fic is like several steps of planning outlines, worldbuilding, then writing ahead like 5 chapters of 4,000 words each before i start posting regularly. oh and i Have to respond to Every comment (and will probably dig through the hundreds of comments to reply to all of them after i post the next chapter 😅). so uh needless to say it can take me a while to actually. make stuff. in fact i think the only reason i posted wowm at all was that i didn't bother to plan for it? which bit me in the ass later when i needed to sit down and decide how the plot would proceed cause otherwise it would turn into a train wreck reeeal fast. That said, I do have a rough plan for up to like ch 16 and I Think the fic itself will go into the ~20's range for the chapter count? And then maybe I'll follow it up with a collection of epilogue time travel shenanigans drabbles. But! i really do appreciate the love you and so many others have shown for this fic so, for a little early celebration of the two year anniversary of my last update, here's a little bit of next chapter with Nathan and Bella bonding on the train.

"" If Bella noticed the strange chirp of static, she didn’t comment on it, “Sometimes, you’ll be going around looking like you got the weight of the world on your shoulders. For all I know, you probably do. My phone’s open if you ever need to talk, yeah? Just give me the word.”

“Yeah- I mean-” Nathan coughed a little, “There’s . . . a lot? I don’t think it’s the kind of thing you want to get involved with.”

Eldritch deities, time travel, and the fragility of humanity was a little much for a casual Tuesday morning chat.

“So don’t share everything,” She shrugged, “I don’t need the details to care, do I? Just get what you need off of your chest.”

“ . . . I . . . Suppose?”

It was something he hadn’t stopped to consider before. Jon was always chasing after answers, trying to piece together a complete understanding of the things lurking in the shadows. The thought that someone could simply accept uncertainty, could stop looking with only a few meager details, was foreign to him.

Jon sucked in a breath, “I might just take you up on that. Just- not today, alright?”

Bella smiled, “Good! In the meantime, got any hobbies? Any books to recommend? It’s been a while since I could just sit and do something  for myself.”

“Oh- um,” Jon blinked, the knowledge of her favorite genres dripping into his mind, “Martin likes poetry. Not quite my thing, but you might like some of Emily Dickinson’s work.”

“Really? He doesn’t really strike me as the poet type.” A laugh bubbled up from his chest, spilling off of his lips with a sweet ring. It felt good. “You have no idea.” ""

[hideyseek]

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

[sunlightandsuffering]

Just watched this YT video about a Reddit story in which a woman is happily married with kids but finds out about her husbands "hidden Tinder account" and basically him "cheating" on her, and after outing him as a cheater to their shared friends and family and divorcing him (and a whole bunch of events), a year later, finds out it was all their neighbours doing by somehow getting the husband's intimate pictures and using them to catfish women on Tinder, the whole post is about her asking how she could make amends with him and repair their relationship it reminded me of your divorce so much you got no idea lmao 😭 as if I was reading the same story again, literally could felt the same hurt this woman and Mikasa felt over destrying a marriage with the love of their lifes over a false accusation of cheating and them trying to fix their relationships Gotta admit I like your EreMika version better, cuz of how funny it is and cuz the reddit story ends with the marriage broken for good and them split up 😔, mainly cuz the husband felt like after everything that happened their marriage was broken beyond repair (even if they still love each other deeply), and I can't think about that for my beloveds 😣 I like to believe they would find a way to love each other again, even if it takes them a lifetime to do it 🤧 Kinda wishing to see how you would wrap the whole thing tbh, gotta love this au for how angsty it and I just need to know if there is a happy ending for them! (Feel free to ignore this ask if you want to tho! either if you don't want to spoil anything or you simply don't want to talk abt it, I know how you feel about talking about this au ever since your blog got flooded with ppl slandering Mikasa for it) (This a little vent off but Redditors are really a different breed I swear, they left comments on the woman's post blaming her for not being able to foresee the future and realize he wasn't cheating on her, as if she didn't have reasons to believe her husband was cheating, like I understand the husband had it way worse but she was a victim too ffs)

omgggg reddit does always have the wildest stuff I agree lol, like u never know what the fuck ur gonna read. But that's so heartbreaking ugh! But this is kind of what I wanted to achieve in divorce AU, like it's no one's fault, but I wanted angst where no one could really be blamed it was just circumstance and unfortunate misunderstandings! JUST LIKE A SHOUJO MANGA LMFAO !but don't worry i ALWAYS give happy endings, u can count on me for that, I'll never end something with angst I just don't have it in me lol.

but that's so heartbreaking for the couple, hope they fucking sewed that neighbour or something omg like that's awful, he literally broke up a marriage!!! ruined lives!!!

But yeah ur right the whole divorce au idk i haven't touched it in a while bc for a bit there it was getting so heated lol, and I don't get paid enough to field everyone arguing with each other in my ask box and arguing back myself lol, it's just too much effort. I'm definitely down to give it a happy ending though I just need some inspo, I'm like trying to remember where I left off with it and I think the last thing I wrote a drabble for was angst lol?? Where they were fighting in Eren's hallway or bedroom or something? And before that was the seafood drabble LOL!!!!! I'm trying to think of how I could resolve it, I'm down for happy suggestions if you have any anon!!

[junko-and-riri-domain]

˚₊·˚ “babes” | ot7 ˚₊·˚

↬ pairing: ot7 x reader ↬ genre: fluff | drabbles | scenarios  ↬ warnings: none ↬ w/c: 1.3k ↬ requested by: 🤍 ↬ request was: Hihii I was wondering if you could do enhypens reaction to calling them things like baby or my love in your native language (excluding English and Korean) ↬ a/n (a few things !!)

since i clearly don’t what “my love” in everyone’s native language “babes” is the place holder word and you can imagine it as whatever “my love / love” is in your language !! also i haven’t done an ot7 post in a while so these might be kinda bad and lowkey might not make any sense 💔

also, the 500 followers event is closed (unless you decide to send one in tonight then i’ll still write it 👀 !! ) but somehow we hit 800 followers today !! how this blog managed to get like 200 followers while i was ia is beyond me 😭

but thank you everyone 🥺 i’ll be writing requests from the 500 followers throughout the week and responding to asks as well <33 

˚₊·˚♤˚· lee heeseung ˚₊·˚♤˚·

late one night you and hee are laying in bed, unable to sleep so you ask him,

“babes, wanna eat some ramen?” he’s like yes, ramen !! but wait,

“babes?” he asks. “isn’t that fish in russian?” (like that whole “te amo” means “i love you” in tagalog / filipino even though it actually means ‘i love you’ in spanish. but yeah, he’d probably think it was something completely different in another language lmao) once you realized what you just called him you tell him,

“it doesn’t mean fish, it means love in [insert your language].” the dots connect in his head and all of a sudden,

“i babes you,” you hear. you can’t help but smile at him and laugh a little because,

“that’s not how the grammar works, but at least you tried.” from then on if he wanted something from you he’d do aegyo and would say.

“babes, please !!”

˚₊·˚✎˚·  park jongseong / jay | self indulgent jay mini fic somewhat related to this req ˚₊·˚✎˚· 

you’re chilling with jay one day and all of a sudden,

“hey, babes can you hand me the remote?” you ask. suddenly he’s frozen in place, looking at you like,

“did you just call me love in [insert your language]?” you look at him, slightly tilting your head to the side and you’re all like,

“huh, i guess i did.” in his head, his mind is going crazy because what ?? you l-word him ?? but then you’re just like,

“wait, how do you know what that word means?” and then he gets all flustered and begins to ramble.

“i went on a YouTube spiral at four am, and, uh… uhh… yeah, i just heard it. it sounded unique so i sorta just remembered.”

“when?”

“like, a few weeks ago.”

“what were you watching?”

“the basics to [insert your language] 101.” you’re shocked but not really since jay is basically a language genius. but now your heart feels all fuzzy and warm because he’s learning your language.

˚₊·˚ ✁˚· sim jaeyun / jake ˚₊·˚ ✁˚·

if anything, you probably didn’t call him babes first. why? because you said it to layla. you stopped by jake’s place before the both of you went to your parent’s place. since you haven’t seen layla in a while, she instantly captured your attention (like she so rightfully deserves).

“babes, i missed you!” you say as you smile while petting her and seeing her tail wag in happiness. jake looks at the sight of the two loves of his life and can’t stop the way his heart flutters a little. he doesn’t want to ruin the moment but he wants your attention so he ends up sort of sitting on the ground next to layla and peeks up at you with wide eyes and a smile.

“babes?” he asked. you end up also sitting on the floor, layla settling onto your lap,

“it means love in [insert your language].” he frowns,

“you said you love layla before saying you love me?”

“who says i love you?” he gets kind of pouty because he knows that you love but he wants to hear it. some time passes and when you’re at your parent’s house, you’re talking to them and you tell them in [insert your language],

“i love jake.” he hears the word and his name in the same sentence. so he takes a chance and using the same sentence you said but with your name he says,

“i love ___.”

˚₊·˚ ❆˚· park sunghoon ˚₊·˚ ❆˚··

it probably slipped out in a moment of panic while the two of you were ice skating. sometimes you slipped into [insert your language] due to a surge of various emotions, sometimes anger, fear, or frustration. sunghoon had asked if you wanted to go on a date to the new rink that just opened and you said yes because ice skating with hoon, how could you miss the opportunity ?? he was holding your hand and skating to your pace trying to teach you how to ice skate. but somewhere down the line, he ended up letting go without you realizing it (like when you ride a bike and the person behind you holding the bike lets go !!) so you turn around, eyes wide at the distance between you and sunghoon and you’re like,

“YAH, BABES YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET GO,” and all of a sudden you lose your balance. thankfully, sunghoon being the great skater that he is manages to get to you and holds so you so that you don’t fall. you’re clutching onto his jacket, trying to catch your breath, “i hate you,” you mutter. he smiles as he moves your hair to get out of your face,

“yeah, keep telling yourself that. wait? what does babes mean?” he asks.

“it means love in [insert your language].” suddenly, ice king composure melts. heart going a hundred miles a minute. mind is all like wait what? he accidentally loses his footing and balance, falling while taking you down with him but you’re fine since you landed on top of him.

“are you ok, babes?” he asks to at least try and keep some cool because even though you’re in an ice skating rink, it suddenly feels as if things just got a hundred degrees hotter.

˚₊·˚❂˚· kim sunoo ˚₊·˚❂˚·

he had been interested in learning about your language and culture, mostly for the food… but a+ for effort, right? he would often ask you, “what does this mean?” “what does that mean?” that kind of stuff, since he was genuinely curious. he picked up a few words here and there, occasionally using a word that he knew in a sentence while talking to you. your family asked you to bring him over for a family gathering / party situation sometimes it felt like they liked him more than you. you were sitting down with a plate of food,

“babes, can you hand me a napkin?” suddenly, your and sunoo’s ears are filled with the sounds of “OOO” and your family begins teasing you. to yourself, you’re just like, did i really just call sunoo… but when you look at sunoo his smile is the widest it’s ever been

“you called me love, matji, matji?” (matji meaning like “right” in korean, idk it just felt right to spell that out here ok anyways)

“how did… how did you know?” and he does that thing where he kind of giggles,

“you just confirmed it!”

˚₊·˚✧˚· yang jungwon ˚₊·˚✧˚·

one night jungwon was dropping you off to the front of your doorstep to make sure you got home safe and sound. you were trying to be cute and said,

“saramhae” (saram means person in korean, but what you really meant to say was, “saranghae” which means i love you in korean). jungwon then does that thing where he smirks at you, tilting his head slightly, and he says,

“nado saramhae, babes.” (so like “i love you too, [love in insert your language]” but it’s saramhae because that’s what you said at first) but then,

“babes?” you ask. he plays it off by saying,

“i’m the leader, i need to learn how to communicate in different languages for engenes.” but really it’s just secret language learner pt. 2 exposed.

˚₊·˚⍢˚· nishimura riki / ni-ki ˚₊·˚⍢˚·

ni-ki’s head was on your lap, eyes closed since he was taking a nap and decided your lap was the best thing to claim as his pillow. you needed to get up so to wake him, you poked his cheeks,

“ni-ki,” you said. nothing.

“riki-ah?” this time as more of a question while lightly patting his hair. also nothing.

“babes, if you don’t wake up i’m gonna shove you off my lap.” suddenly, his eyes open and he looks up at you which causes you to jump back in your seat slightly.

“bae-ehbs?” he asks, trying to sound out the word.

“uh huh.”

“wait doesn’t that mean, love?”

“no… it means pabo,” you reply playfully. (pabo meaning like dum dum / stupid in korean, but it’s not meant to sound offensive here !!)

“no it means ‘love’ jay hyung told me about that word when i started dating you.”

“well, if you knew then why’d you ask?”

“wait, so it actually does mean love?”

“you just said jay told you!”

“yeah but i didn’t believe him.” at the confirmation of the word’s true meaning, he feels happy and kind of giddy at the new name he’s earned for himself from you. like heeseung, he’d use it to get something that he wants from you but instead of aegyo it’s more like teasing.

↬ a/n pt. 2 + semi tmi: i speak two languages and i suck at both, english and my parent’s native language. two & a quarter if you count the bare minimum of spanish i learned from taking it during the first two years of high school and the few words of korean i picked up from kdramas lmao 😭

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[cantuscorvi]

[ A Memory. ]

An undercover verse drabble related to this headcanon I posted a while ago!

BIG CW: violence, blood, kidnapping, torture, murder, gore, trauma, toxic family relationships, just dark things in general, lack of proofreading and copius usage of potentially bad Russian. If you see any typos or things that don't make sense lemme know! ( I wrote this in two sessions of hyperfocus lmao forgive me )

“Дерьмо.” [ Shit.] Cyrus rummaged in his pocket for his ringing phone. He hissed when he saw the caller ID. “I must take this. Watch him for me, boy.”

Raum dragged his gaze away from the bound man and turned his head abruptly at his uncle, a muted sense of alarm in his eyes. “Me? I can’t.”

Cyrus paused in the doorway and frowned at him. There was an urgency in his posture and voice as the phone droned away in his hand. He didn’t have time to assuage the teen’s fears, but he was always indulgent with his nephew.

“He’s out cold and he cannot move, Левка, you’ll be fine. Just watch him. Five minutes.”

The door opened. Raum’s stomach lurched. 

“Дядя–” [ Uncle– ]

Cyrus fixed him with a stare and Raum closed his mouth. His uncle lifted the phone to his ear and turned away.  “Слушаю вас. Да, говорите…” [ I'm listening. Yes, go ahead... ]

The door closed and locked behind him. Raum felt something cold grip his insides when the room went silent apart from the wheezing breaths of their captive. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. His eyes remained fixed on the door. He didn’t want to look at the prisoner.  Yet every breath the man took, filling the room like a ticking clock, beckoned him to look. Raum bit his lower lip and tried to calm down. He knew this was probably some sort of trial. Cyrus had been trying to ingratiate him into the business for a while now, and these kinds of tests had become commonplace for him, especially as he’d been approaching his sixteenth birthday. Cyrus would drop Raum into a new situation and watch how he reacted – like trying to teach a child to swim by throwing them into the deep end of the pool. 

This wasn’t a pool anymore, Raum thought. It was the ocean.

There was a low sound from behind him, a muffled kind of moan, and Raum spun towards him quickly, like a deer at the snap of a twig. 

He was met with the still, battered body of the captive. He was tied to a metal chair with his arms behind his back.There was a bag over his head. It was made of some kind of heavy black cloth, obscuring his face. Regardless his head hung low between his shoulder blades and he didn’t move except for breathing. Out cold, exactly as Cyrus had said. Raum took a deep breath through his nose and forced himself to look. He wasn’t stupid. No doubt it was what Cyrus wanted - to get him used to the situation in a controlled manner. If Raum would take over their family business someday, these sights would become commonplace. He needed to be desensitised. He knew that. Intellectually, he knew, and he accepted. Raum desperately wanted to please his uncle. He was already willing to do whatever it took to earn his proud smile - his, ‘very good, Левка.’  But it was altogether different when faced with the situation in person. When his age and lack of experience got the better of him. Only through determination did he prevent his hands from shaking. Yet, it wasn’t fear of the captive, or the violence against him that paralyzed Raum, rather the situation. The idea that Raum was the one in control – that he was being tested, and he could fail. He could disappoint Cyrus if he didn’t hold his composure. 

Raum watched the unknown man’s exposed chest rise and fall, shallow, but steady. Bruises and scrapes littered him. There were several dark, purple shoe imprints on the man’s torso. Raum recognised some of them as his uncle’s. He’d seen him, and others, do it before. When someone fell out of line, when someone was a disappointment, they’d get a beating, a kicking, even. Strangely enough, Raum never felt sorry for them. They should have followed orders, they shouldn’t have made mistakes, they should have been better. He told himself that often, and he’d never been in their position so far. A sharp slap on the face maybe, when he’d spoken out of turn. But never a beating. 

Under the bruising, tattoos lined the man’s body like a canvas. His suit, a story of his life and his crimes. Ugly, gaudy things that Raum regarded with distaste. Relics of the past. On the abdomen, a female pinup pierced with a comically oversized syringe. He was an addict. Crosses on his knuckles to show times spent in prison - three, he noted. An ugly, snarling devil’s head on the chest – the оскал. [ the grin. ] And the most offensive, standing out like badges of honour, a star on each shoulder. They were crooked and wrongly placed. Unearned. The one on the left was intact. The right, however, had been systematically peeled with a knife. In its place, torn, angry red flesh oozing blood down the man’s arm. 

Raum stared at the wound for what felt like a long time, letting it centre him. It was easier to focus on the disrespect and the punishment - on the man’s stupidity. Raum was better than him. He had no reason to feel afraid. Seconds turned to minutes that passed while he waited for Cyrus to return. He could do this, he thought. Raum’s shoulders slowly relaxed from the tense position he hadn’t realised they’d bunched into.  It was nothing at all.

The man’s body jerked suddenly on a gasp, and Raum went utterly rigid, his pulse spiking. He was awake.

Panicked breaths shook the captive’s frame, and he began to struggle on the chair, writhing like a trapped animal. Metal scraped along the ground and Raum winced at the sound, taking a step back. The man froze, like he’d realised someone was there with him, and began to call out, babbling, pleas, apologies, practically nonsense. Raum glanced at the locked door. His uncle was surely still on the phone, and he didn’t want to hear the man any longer. He knew what to do.

Raum took a step forward, then stomped his foot down on the chair in the gap between the man’s legs. He gasped, knees jerking, obviously not expecting it.

“Shut up,” Raum hissed, eyes on the door again. His uncle should have been back at any moment. Five minutes, he had said.

A mistake.

There was a sickening, bony crack, and a strangled cry from the man. Then he was surging out of the chair and barrelling front-first into Raum with the full weight of his body. The teen had already hit his growth spurt, but there was no match in terms of their physique. The sheer, surprising mass of the other man was enough to overwhelm and knock him off his feet, and they crashed to the ground in a heap of limbs. He grunted wildly, still unable to see, grabbing blindly at Raum’s face with his thick sweaty hands. One of his thumbs was broken – how he’d managed to escape his binds. His hands closed firmly around Raum’s throat. 

Panic gripped Raum like a vice and he writhed frantically under its influence. In a fight or flight scenario, Raum had already learned his reaction was always to fight. He clawed at the man’s wrists. The dark bag loomed over him like the face of death, the stench of sweat and the man’s breath seeping through it towards him. His air was being cut off and his thoughts screamed, until his brain finally caught up with his body and he drove a hard knee up into the captive’s gut. The man made a choked sound with the wind knocked out of him, releasing his grip momentarily. It was enough. With all his strength, the teen shoved upward with both hands and crawled out from under him as fast as possible. 

There was a metal table bolted to the wall where they kept the tools. Raum zeroed in on it with tunnel vision – getting there was survival. On his hands and knees, he grasped the edge of it just as he felt one of the man’s hands wrap around his ankle. Frenzied, Raum grabbed the closest sharp-looking thing he could before he was abruptly yanked backwards. His temple struck the edge of the table and he cried out, while his vision swam darkly and pain bloomed behind his eyelids. He went limp against the metal, his weapon, a pair of scissors, clattered on the ground as the man stood over him and grabbed his neck again from behind. He was panting, and his muffled voice was like wet gravel through the damp cloth over his head.

“Вот видишь что случается, Сайрус... Никогда не отправляй мальчика делать мужскую работу.” [ You see what happens, Cyrus... Never send a boy to do a man's job. ]

His grip was like a vice, fingers digging deep into the skin under Raum’s jaw. Raum’s heart thundered and blood rushed in his ears. Blurry, he could see the locked door in front of them, practically taunting him with the promise of salvation. He gasped on nothing, tears welling in his eyes while he struggled. Help! Uncle, help me – I’m going to die…!

The door stared back at him, cold and unyielding. No one was coming.

Raum’s hands scrambled around at anything they could. He had to keep fighting, he had to stay alive until his uncle returned. Although something deep down in him knew that wouldn’t happen. Raum had to fight, even if he was going to die that way. He clawed at the man’s arms, swung at him, even pulled the bag off his head – but there was little to no effect with the other person behind him. He blindly reached down, fumbling on the floor for the dropped pair of scissors. His vision was quickly becoming dark around the edges.  Finally, his fingertips touched the cold metal.

Raum closed his eyes. He jerked his arm violently and jabbed the blade of the scissors deep into the man’s thigh.

The captive shouted and instantly let go, hands shooting down to grasp at his own leg. Raum gulped air hoarsely, coughing, oxygen rushing back to his head and making him feel dazed. He acted quickly, instinctively, pulling out the scissors and twisting his body in one movement. An animal-like noise, somewhere between terror and rage, tore out of him while he launched himself against the man’s knees.Taking advantage of his unbalance, they were on the ground again in a tangle, struggling like beasts. Only this time Raum was the one on top, vision blurred with tears, and he wildly plunged the scissors into the man’s body, the first place he could reach. The man went rigid, staring up at him in shock while blood pooled. Everything became silent, distant, numb when Raum saw his face. And then, it was like a frenzy, an out of body experience that he couldn’t control. He did it again. And again. His hands almost fumbled the scissors, dark and slippery with blood. Each of Raum’s breaths escaped with a savage noise of desperation. He couldn’t stop. Not even when the body below him ceased struggling, when it could only convulse and gurgle, and then finally, stop moving altogether. 

Raum came back to himself at the heavy sound of the door unlocking. He had no idea how long it had been. He had stopped moving, kneeling over the mess below him with the scissors in his hand. He felt a familiar pair of hands on his face. Cold. Slowly, the visage of his uncle came into view, crouched beside him. Achingly composed.

“It’s alright, Левка,” He said quietly, like you would to calm a stray animal. “Look at me. He’s dead. He can’t hurt you anymore.” 

Only then did Raum realise he was trembling violently. He shook his head jerkily, and didn't dare to look down again. “Y-you said– five minutes,” was all he could croak out, barely a whisper. His throat felt like he had swallowed knives.

“I know. I know I did. I’m so sorry,” his uncle replied, stroking the sweaty hair away from his forehead. He took Raum’s bloodied hand and had to gently force his fingers to let go of the scissors. “Come on.” Cyrus took Raum by the shoulders and pulled him up. The teen’s knees almost gave out once he stood, and Cyrus quickly supported him. Raum hesitated, as though to look back, and Cyrus quickly pulled him along towards the open door. “Don’t look at him. We’ll take care of him later. Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Much later, after Raum’s injuries had been looked at ( just some bruising, likely a concussion, you’re lucky, they said ), after he had cried himself hoarse in the shower and passed out for a few hours, Cyrus showed him how to dispose of the body. He talked Raum through removing his fingers, pulling out his teeth, and destroying his belongings. He made Raum sit in the passenger seat of the car while his men found a place to hide him. Raum stared numbly at the lights on the dashboard and tried not to throw up. When his uncle returned to the car some time after, Raum turned to him.

“Did I fail?” He asked, a tremble in his voice, a note of fear. Cyrus turned to Raum with an almost sad smile. He shook his head.

“No. Not at all. It was me who failed.” Cyrus looked away, like it was hard to admit. He started the car. “I’m proud of you, Левка.”

Horrifyingly, Raum felt that same familiar rush in his chest, just like whenever his uncle praised him. He’d been thrown into the ocean, but he didn’t drown.

Raum smiled faintly as they began to drive home. He ignored the stinging sensation in his fingers, cut imprints from the scissor blade.

He didn’t fail. He survived. He won.

[lfcrobbo]

AO3 Year in Review!

@tetrapod7 tagged me to do this! thank youuuu for the tag🥰 2021 was the year i really got back into writing, and i had a LOT of fun!! i didn’t post that much, considering i only got into f1 in september and worked on one really long fic from sept-dec, but there are some shorter stories too that i really loved working on!!

Stories Posted: six! five of those are f1 (the last one is an spn drabble lol let’s not talk about it) and two of those again are longer fics. it’s not that much but it’s INSANE to me that i posted that much this year tbh. for comparison i have 15 works total on my ao3, and i’ve had it since 2012....

Word Count: 40,391 🤯 this is all thanks to here comes the sun, obviously, that ended up being 29k... more on that later!! but i am really proud of this. if you add this number to my abandoned spn coffee shop au that’s ~36k, it’s over 70k words written in 2021 which. is a lot compared to the 14k of 2020 (which is also a lot compared to the 0 words of 2019 and 2018). definitely the most i’ve written in a year, ever!!

Most Kudos: here comes the sun babyyyyy, which currently sits at 274 kudos. this is also my story with most kudos ever (NOT that it has that much competition lmao). i think in general f1 fandom is just. really nice and good at leaving kudos (and very active, which helps). for comparison, before i started writing f1, my most kudosed (is that a word) fic had 133 kudos so it’s been a YEAR for me. love it love u guys for loving that fic!!!

Longest Story: also here comes the sun (29,474 words!!!!) i’ve mentioned this in various tags leading up to posting it but. i really did not plan on it being that long lmao. i think originally i was like. it’ll probably be between 10 and 15k. and then i hit 10k and i was like uhh okay definitely 15k. and then i hit 15k and i was like OKAY maybe 20k. and so on and so on, until it was almost 30k....

it’s the longest story i’ve ever finished and posted, so it really. feels like a big big achievement!! it was sooo much fun to work on and see it grow from week to week. hopefully it’s not the last longfic i write (i am doing the big bang after all)!

Shortest Story: did you really (479 words) this was the first of the prompt drabbles that i wrote i think, and although i’d been working on here comes the sun for a while by then, this was the first f1 fic i actually posted anywhere (first on tumblr and then on ao3). it was a really nice change after staring at my wip document for so long to write something just. short and sweet. something that was just a brief little scene, no explanation needed! it wasn’t necessarily my favourite out of the drabbles that i wrote, but it’s cute!! and it was nice to get some feedback/kudos as well lol, that always helps the motivation for writing longfic

Personal Favorite(s): uhhhhh. obviously here comes the sun is my favourite, because. i spent three months give or take writing it, and as i’ve mentioned it felt really good to finish something that long and the feedback has been SO lovely and has put. many a smiles on my face!!

other than that, i really liked writing december makes me quiet for the secret santa exchange! i wouldn’t say it’s. my favourite bc i do think there are things about it that i would change, but there are some parts of it that i really really liked. also it was just interesting to work on something medium-length after working on here comes the sun for so long!!

i also have to mention my favourite of the drabbles i posted, which is you didn’t answer my question, otherwise known as hat fic. had like a sudden burst of inspiration for this, and was really happy with how it came out. it’s short and angsty, and rated g so like, it didn’t get that much attention, which is understandable lmao BUT i really liked it and still. kind of want to write a full fic for it someday maybe

IN CONCLUSION. had a lot of fun writing this year, hopefully i’ll keep writing and having fun with it this year!! i really really appreciate all of the lovely comments i’ve gotten these last few weeks, they mean the WORLD to me and i hope i can continue to bring you things that i enjoy writing and that you enjoy reading!!

uhh i’ve got no clue who’s done this but i’ll tag @lemonsgovroom @sebchalex and @astronomical-light if you want to do it!!

[holocene-sims]

1 12 13 and 14 for grant and paivi

these are good questions 👀

1. what were their first impressions of one another?

i posted a drabble about them first meeting a while back and covered a little bit of this but i feel like they mostly had positive impressions of each other! they definitely both found each other attractive. grant was intimidated by her (of course he was) but he has a problem with liking to be intimidated by women so that really just...won him over in a weird way. and she found him to just be sort of a lovable weirdo. like she was so bewildered by his choice to lie about something so small and useless like language fluency but it was funny to her. funny enough it made her like him.

12. what would they say each other’s worst quality is?

grant would think that päivi's worst quality is that she's, well, a bit mean. he would never say it to her face and conveniently he tends to forget when that trait is applied to him...but in every other circumstances, he notices this. and she's mean in a way that embarrasses him jdfjfksdjkflsd. she runs her mouth big time. she's also the type that has and will say something snotty to a waiter or some public employee like that. she does not care who you are. if you get on her nerves, she will say something and it won't be nice. and grant HATES all of that because of course he does and of course he should. he appreciates that she's willing to speak her mind but believes there's a point where you gotta shut up or where you need to mince your words and be nice about things. she doesn't know where the lines are.

i think i've said before that it bothered päivi that grant can be sort of emotionally volatile and i think this is still true in her opinion that it's his worst quality. she's someone who likes to be in control and she doesn't really like to feel LMAO and she doesn't really know what to do when other people have big emotions. she appreciates that he's done well for a long time to manage his emotional issues but they can get out of control in the right circumstances and sometimes you really don't know what to expect from him. and for her, like she cares and wants him to not feel that way...but her way of helping is just trying to shut it down because she can't stand to deal with other people's emotions. practical problems, sure, but not emotions. they really annoy her...

13. what would they say each other’s best quality is?

on the flip side, ironically...i think grant would see päivi's willingness to speak up as her best quality. and i mean in a normal way this time, not her being rude or bitchy about it. he absolutely can and does appreciate that she's honest, straightforward, and won't allow people to slight her. he admires that because he has no idea how to do that hfdshnfkjds. and on that note, she's also by proxy very confident and a comfortable speaker and she can be really charming when she wants to be. it reflects her intelligence, in his opinion. there's a downside to everything, clearly, but this good side is likable.

the obvious answer is just that grant is very sweet. she tends to roll her eyes at overly saccharine displays of love and affection or appreciation but she always felt like he was very genuine about it, like it was just a huge part of his personality and not something he was putting on, and she liked that after a while. she can appreciate the fact that he's just, you know, a good guy and that's all he wants to be. she hated it at first anyway but then realized it wasn't him trying to win her over and that's just how he was. and it made a big difference in her opinion of him after he told her stuff about his childhood because it all kind of clicked for her then.

14. how would they describe one another if asked?

i'll do this as if they were still in a relationship LMAO because i think their current answers would sting a bit. normally in their relationship they'd be joking about it so i'll give a funnier answer

grant would just call her his emo queen and päivi would call him lovable idiot sandwich <3

[hey-there-juliet]

Random Drabble Day (2/23)

Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅

That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.

Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationship: Juke 💜

in the great scheme of life and ghosts

No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.

For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked. 

And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes. 

Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.

So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.

Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-

She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding. 

In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there. 

Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.

Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.

It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination. 

It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.

Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."

She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.

Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection. 

"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up. 

As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket. 

Almost.

***

After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.

Step into my world, 

Bittersweet love story about a girl 

Shook me to the core 

Voice like an angel, 

I've never heard before, 

- 

You and me together, it's more than chemistry 

- 

Love me as I am 

I hold your music 

Here inside my hands 

- 

You are my brightest burning star 

- 

We create Perfect Harmony.

And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?

From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.

After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.

Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground. 

Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.

***

The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.

She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.

"I think you make me a better writer." 

    "I think we make each other better."

Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her. 

Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.

Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant. 

He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter. 

She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.

She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.

-

End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)

Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao

[ex-silent-reader]

Happy Holidays fic recs

Happy Holidays everybody!  I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.

Also all stories are rated M 

Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.

Jin;

last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx

“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “

This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.

Yoongi;

CREAM & SUGA -  @snackhobi

“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”

Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.

universe | myg drabble - @personasintro

                           “❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him” 

ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.

Hobi;

 A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) -  @kpopfanfictrash

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.

Joonie;

 my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna

“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “

UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.

new parent syndrome - @1kook

“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”

The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.

  laundry day - @snackhobi

“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “

Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.

   The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts

“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “

This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.

Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.

Jimin;

 picking petals｜pjm - @taestybae

“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “

I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.

Taehyung;

 Deepest Indulgence  - @scribblemetae

“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “

I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.

 let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.

Jungkook;

Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae

“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “

I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!

FEED ME, FIGHT ME.  @yeojaa

“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend?  (Aside from trouble, that is.) “

I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words. 

Chapstick - @softyoongiionly

“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “

Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.

[doiefy]

fanfic writers tag game

tagged by @lebrookestore <3

tagging @jisungiest @neonun-au @lucas-wongs @kjmsupremacist​

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)? . a lot lmaooo. i’ve written for bap, vixx and monsta x on other sites but we don’t need to talk about that. i have a couple of drabbles for seventeen and ateez but they’re mostly unfinished, though maybe i’ll revive them at some point.

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for? nct

3. how long have you been writing? i think i first tried writing fanfic 5 or 6 years ago, mainly because the groups i liked all had crazy concepts they never fully explored. i took a very long break since then and only started writing regularly about 6 months ago.

4. on which platforms do you post your stories? just tumblr for now. my friend and i have one chapter of an nct fic somewhere on ao3 and haven't updated in 2 years so.

5. what is your favourite genre to write? sci fi and fantasy. it doesn't have to be high fantasy or super elaborate world-building, but it's nice when i can kind of ignore the laws of reality. angst is up there too.

6. are you a pantser or a planner? definitely a planner. or at least, most times. i like writing notes, and also like to flesh out all the characters before i make them do anything. some things like specific scenes i just write on the fly, but there's some sort of structure set before i start writing anything. (never forget the flowchart for at dawn.)

7. one shot or multichapter? gonna be honest, multichapter does not do well with engagement on here. i tried it with 5 minutes and it was a mess in terms of planning and keeping everything coherent. my fics are just one shots with chapters i guess.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion? 10-20k one shots

9. what is your longest published story? at dawn, 30k if shadow was prose and not a screenplay, it'd likely be 50k.

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most? at dawn lmao. i also had a lot of fun with act 3 of shadow. act 1 and 2 were a pain.

11. favourite request you've written and why (if any)? criminal jaemin. short and sweet, and not a typical damsel in distress

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories? reluctant allies, loss, responsibilities, inner conflict

13. current number of wips? 12 currently have titles. but there's more.

14. three things you have noticed about your writing? doyoung's always hot even if he's not the main character, even if i don't try to make him hot. it's just my personal agenda manifesting i think. i always fall back on this particular sentence structure: " it bit at the exposed skin of your hands, seeped through the thin fleece of your sweater until you felt frozen all over." like?? i omit the "and" where you expect it. in terms of characters, they're usually more dialogue-driven than they are visually driven. unless it's shvdy.

15. a quote you like from a published story the classic "Doyoung turns back to you, takes a step closer so you can smell the floral undertones of his cologne, the faint smell of blood still clinging to him after his fight with [redacted]. And he stands there for a moment, pale eyes searching your face: ocean billows and heavy storm clouds meeting at the horizon, colliding in the expanse of slow-flowing time. Before you know it, his lips are brushing against your forehead like a cool breeze. Yet it still conveys some sort of warmth against your skin, a warmth you’re sure would have felt the same when he was human: no more and no less than what it is now."

16. a quote from an unpublished story "The snow fell gently against the pavement—spiralling through the frigid air, fluttering in the soft glow of the moonlight, carried upon the wings of a quiet wind. A delicate dance, so entrancing that time seemed to come to a standstill around you. It rendered the vivid colours of the city muted and the sounds of traffic silent, lulling all of Seoul into a peaceful slumber. It was a comfortable sort of quietness, though you couldn’t possibly indulge in it, not while a violent whirlwind of thoughts spun endless circles around your head. Not while the ticking continued in your ears."

17. space for you to say something to your readers yall cute. hmu i want cute anons <3 anyways ty, come again, hope you've had somewhat of a good time here ;)

[putalittlecherry]

okay so like, i have this post canon idea in my head for a while now i cant keep it in anymore lmao (and yes it's about winston and alex you hate to see it)

so, it's around the first year of college. winston tried to move on, he tried to be in a relationship with a couple of guys. it worked. or so he thought. but like with the first two (monty & alex), he fell in love, fast. a few weeks into their relationship, winston just blurted the L word to the first guy, it was okay, the guy was just a bit surprised, and they continued to be together for a few months. but then winston found out the guy's been cheating on him. it was a mess. winston broke it off saying "how?" and then he left. he was heartbroken of course, he was a bit of a mess for a couple of weeks but then he needs to get his shit together because exam week to finish first year is on the horizon. unconsciously, he moved on by busying himself with college work i.e revising, essays, presentation etc.

second year. he's a bit careful this time. he met a guy. again. thought this guy was good. and then he got a little drunk at one point, and let out The Word, again. saying "i think i'm in love with you". the guy is somehow, pissed. said hurtful things to winston, he yelled "you dont fucking know what love is. how could you love me when you just met me a few times". winston felt like he'd been slapped and poured ice water to his face countless times. he couldn't move, for a couple hours. turning the words over and over again in his head. winston gets a bit more broken after each horribly-ended relationship. "why am i like this" he thought. and then he couldn't do it anymore. he didn't even finish his second year so he decided to take a gap year or, just dropping out maybe. he packed his bags, cuz he's gonna do a roadtrip by himself. needed some time alone with his head.

around 7 or 8 months into his roadtrip/travelling. winston williams is a different man. he's more reserved now, more calm, a bit shy and not that cocky anymore. but more closed off and distant when someone tried to get close to him.

summer 2021. somewhere in a coffee shop in Berkeley. he literally bumped into alex on his way in. it feels like time is stood still, his world feels slowly closing in and focused solely on the man in front of him. those blue eyes, pale skin and light brown hair. they both were surprised to see each other. they're still friends even after everything, texted each other back and forth for a while. but alex didnt know what has happened to winston's life these past 2 years. neither did winston. so they decided to catch up with each other. winston learned that alex and charlie were still good, but then alex confessed that he dont feel it anymore, for charlie. college life changed him. so sooner or later he would break it off with him. and also still being best friends with zach. then winston told him he's in Berkeley because somehow his uncle needed him for something so he's currently staying at his uncle's place.

more or less 4 months of summer that year they spend most of the time together, being friends of course. winston is SO scared to fall in love (again with alex) this time so he keeps his distance and changed subjects whenever they got themselves into that (sexual) tension like the first time around. then one day, alex told him he finally broke up with charlie. but it's all good, no hard feelings. charlie had seen it coming he said. alex didnt regret a thing. charlie was what he needed at the time and he was there for him with his kindness and understanding.

this information kind of changed things between alex and him. alex is different, he's more touchy now with him. winston still doesn't want to because he's built these walls around his heart to protect himself from getting hurt again. somehow, winston is staying a bit longer in his uncle's house now that he's a dropout. so him and alex spend more and more time together. it's dangerous, winston knows, but he just couldn't help it. with the way alex sees things now, more open and alive and smiles too often showing off his adorable dimples on his cheeks. those walls around his heart is slowly crumbling, he KNOWS this too. and it's scared him shitless, of how easy to fall in love with alex fucking standall, all over again.

AND THEN ONE DAY IN A BAR, (they're legal now, yay!) winston said something funny, they're a bit tipsy okay, and then suddenly alex said "i love you so much" WITH confidence. winston froze. after a few seconds he excused himself to the bathroom. splashed his face with water, he just stood there in front of the sink, looking at himself, calmed his ragged breathing. then he came out of the bathroom, walking back to alex, faced him and said "do you wanna go back to my place? or yours?" then alex said "either is fine to be honest" with KNOWING smiles on their faces, winston said "cool" and then he took alex's hand and went back to either place that is Fine.

WELL THIS IS GETTING LONG LMFAO

i wanna tag @alaqatzam, i know this is TOO long to be a prompt lol 🙃 just wanted to let you know this is whats been in my head about them. this is too rough to even be a drabble. maybe add this to your list of winlex fics you already have outlined lmao. we, winlex stans, are really be going thru it. 😔✊🏻

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep9 Thoughts

It’s been awhile since I’ve watched Riverdale, I’m getting bored with them going back to Varchie out of literal nowhere and I’m assuming BH will soon follow because they don’t know how to write anything else even though that’s all the show needs to be good. Look how great the show was when they were finally starting to give us Barchie…. anyways thoughts under the cut so this post doesn’t clog up the tag. Also: MANIFESTING JERONICA AND BARCHIE BYE

- Honestly a lot of people are weirded out/annoyed by the alien plot but I love aliens so I’m lowkey okay with it.

- Alice this is Riverdale you really think some bad coincidence couldn’t have happened right after Polly left the phone booth?

- Veronica stop using money for no reason PLEASE. And god more VA scenes I’m so tired of it… though somehow it fits better than them being together as teens. But we’re not forgetting how he cheated on her with Betty, still loves Betty, and is mostly just going back to Veronica because it’s “comfortable”

- TABITHA AND VERONICA SCENE!! They look so good standing near one another ugh

- … if I heard the football coach say that over the intercom I’d literally think he’s a whiny piece of shit and never go to the games in spite. What the fuck was that???

- Jughead acting like he probably wouldn’t have written a story like that kid when he was in school lol okay...

- Reggie pointing at each bulldog and calling them a loser on his way out…. what the actual fuck asdfgjkl;

- Give Veronica literally anything than plots surrounding Archie and Hiram we’re so fucking TIRED

- Veronica needs Archie to talk to Reggie about this boring football bs but will make a wager with her dad that will go against everything Archie would like… please nothing about them as a couple has changed!!! IT’S SO BAD AND BORING!!!! WE DON’T WANT THEM!!!

- We really could have had teachers!Barchie and Jeronica but noooo they’d rather cater to toxic bh and va who don’t deserve to have their boring ships that ruin their characters. Why did Riverdale get stuck with the people who can’t write to save their lives?

- Cheryl and Betty finally having an actually good conversation wow-

- VA once again in bed sigh. The only thing getting me through is that Archie seems much happier with Betty muah

- Veronica stop being cute I’m trying to hate you and Archie getting back together out of nowhere

- Betty please for once in your life stop lying… I know you’re trying to protect her but if Polly really is dead it’s gonna hurt even worse now that you gave her hope

- LERMAN LOGAN AAFJDSHKHFJDFASHJKN THAT’S HIS FUCKING NAME? BRUH-

- “The story could have alluded to stuff happening at home.” “Then you should have come to us!” yes because parents who were abusing their child totally wouldn’t say anything to throw off the teacher who’s just trying to make sure their student is okay…….. why would he go to the parents first?

- #Kangs Cheryl shh we already don’t like them together please stop… anyways Swangs and Keggie when???

- Fangs really dated Kevin for 7 years, weirded out with his bf going into the woods to hook up with strangers and only now is talking about it… and they thought they’d be able to marry and have a baby together??? damn anyways SWANGS AND KEGGIE WHEN????

- But also Fangs is so right that’s why Kevin’s angry

- Adult friends BH is literally so much better than teenage co dependent toxic wannabe detectives but also if this makes them get together, also out of nowhere, I will rip out my hair

- what kind of nick name is T-Dub………… but anyways this scene was so cute

- See adult BH and VA could have been so good if they kept romance out of it since they already milked the shit out of it for four seasons (at least three too long), because them as adults, as FRIENDS feels so good to watch.

- HIRAM BENCHES REGGIE BC HE DOESN’T WANT TO LITERALLY BREAK A CHILD’S LEGS?!?!??!? This is how we get Reggie back to the “good side” and not Beggie sighhhhhhh imagine if we had good writers

- Betty’s like “…… the mothmen……. god I literally grew up to be a real detective what is this bullshit?"

- Also instead of mothmen why not just make it all about aliens by themselves

- This proves that BH is STILL not compatible after five seasons muah I guess I can deal with boring VA as long as the worst of the worst, BH, is gonna stay dead. At least VA is hot

- That edited picture of Betty and Polly I— afsdfhfasf

- Polly deserved so much better… anyways go read my Sweet Pea x Polly drabble!!! based after the time jump :)

- Kevin please if you’re gonna painfully flirt please learn a few actually good pick up lines

- Ummmm okay first of all why did that guy not say anything about Kevin calling him hot if he was straight and not into him hitting on him? Second of all, why does Kevin always get these awful plots, and lastly, what the fuck anyways can’t wait for Fangs to find out and sick the serpents on that Shane guy bc while him and Kevin aren’t together anymore, he definitely still cares about him

- Betty once again resorting to assault……. okay…… what a gross misuse of power

- Kevin feeling ashamed of him being gay because his mom once talked about him wearing husky clothes…? God everyone on this show deserves much better plots what the fuck

- Can’t wait for Betty to be suspended for this bullshit

- I don’t think the Logan’s would like Jughead of all people helping find their son but okay

- Betty is so unstable please how did she become a detective… ahhh right the writers eat from her ass lmao

- Love that Reggie gets no shit for just suddenly switching sides

- also sigh pairing up bh and va for the millionth time. It’s interesting that everyone enjoys the show much better when literally anyone else interact

- more singing…………Cheryl you’re not in high school anymore BUT it is lowkey a bop somehow though

- I know the answer is no but V never told Archie of her dumbass wager huh

- 0 to 52………………. so how is Hiram not gonna win this. We find out he cheated in some way and is disqualified or something?

- VERONICA, REGGIE, AND TABITHA HUGGING AHHH NEW OT3 FUCKKK

- Why is Hiram so mad his team has 52 points I—

- That kiss was so boring please give us Barchie and Jeronica and stop having V go back too Archie

- THEY LEFT RIVERDALE THAT QUICKLY? damn okay

- Betty feeling bad just because her mom found out she lied… like okay I know we’re supposed to want Betty on the case but she really shouldn’t be. She’s such an awful detective. She had potential in the beginning but :/

- anyways thank fucking god it’s over that felt like a million years long of boring bullshit where is Barchie and Beggie and Jeronica and Keggie and Karchie and Swangs ugh make Riverdale interesting again PLEASE I’ve never stopped watching like this, ever…

[kindkindling]

End of Year Faves 2020!

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I was tagged by @wayhavns and @ejunkiet, thank you both so much!! I'm incredibly flattered that y'all would include me, considering how humbled I am anytime anyone in this fandom posts anything. Like damn, people, seriously.

Given that I only just started writing, like... two months ago? And most of it is drabbles, ha. This is basically just a list of what I've written, ordered by how much I like them :')

1. crying for help. Billie & Ava. The detective has some things to work through, and Ava is there to help.

My post-book 3 demo fic, and the one I am most proud of so far! I haven't really showcased it in my works yet, as I'm trying to nail down how my detectives' romances will actually play out in my canon, but I love seeing the detectives interact with the non-romanced UB members. Ava is going to be Billie's BFF route eventually, and this really helped solidify in my mind how they might act together.

Plus, it actually came out pretty close to how I imagined it! Sometimes I cannot word the way I want, but this time, I felt like I worded well :D

2. better me than you. Mason/Billie. Billie takes a blow for Mason. He isn't keen on it.

This one feels really basic and bare-bones to me, but it gave me hell because it wasn't supposed to be over 1k, and I was really stressing over how I just couldn't describe the action at the start in a way that flowed nicely, and it put me off my a-drabble-every-other-day schedule, so it just made me feel like I'd failed before I'd even started.

But I looked at it again the next day with fresher eyes and found the bits that I liked and expanded them, and wrote the hospital bit at the end in Mason's POV, and I ended up being proud of making even something kinda basic out of the mess it had started as, so it gets to be number 2. :)

3. "You're in love with her." Felix/Rami. Felix is jealous of a dog.

My first drabble! I just think Felix is cute and people should know it. And I think I showed it well. 😤

4. quiet, together. Nat/Cheyenne. Nat and Cheyenne spend a quiet moment together.

One thing I know about myself is that I am not very good at descriptive or poetic writing, and this was an attempt to work on that. No dialogue, no action, just setting a scene. It's definitely not on par with some of the amazing stuff the rest of y'all put out (some of you could describe a table cloth and I'd probably weep. my god.) BUT for me, it is good, and I am happy with it. :)

5. "Do you regret it?" Ava/Cass. Ava finally kisses the detective, but she isn't really ready for it.

Ahhh I just really wanted to see Ava suffer a little, I think, haha. Even though it's just a drabble, I think it helped show me how different Cass is from Billie; Cass was shaken when Ava stormed off, but they went right after her and asked about it. Billie would probably have either ran away or died on the spot lmao. Billie was my first detective and is my main, so I'm always concerned I'm not differentiating the others enough to make them interesting, but this one really helped settle my fears there.

6. i need you like you need me. Felix/Rami. The detective is laid up after a mission and Felix decides he needs to come comfort him.

The first time I got to show off Rami! I love him, he's such a sweetie. Bobby is his ex-boyfriend, and I really liked being able to contrast Rami's past relationship with him with his current one with Felix. I also got to show a bit of him hanging out with Nate, also a win for me, lol.

The only reason this isn't higher on the list is because I feel like I got too... mechanical near the end? Like I was wayyy too concerned with where their hands were at all times. But I still think it's good, and I will definitely make good on my insinuation that I will write Part 2 one day. Rami and Felix deserve to bone. 😤

7. thinking about my feelings never did me any good. Mason/Billie. The detective accidentally spends the night in Mason's room, and almost has a conniption over it.

Here it is, the first thing I've ever written. :')

It's a little stream-of-consciousness-y, but I was still riding that high of having just finished all the routes for the first time, and I was just... really needing to put something out there, to show how much I really loved reading this series! So I wrote it while I was at work, and I didn't put any thought into it at all, and I'm still fond of it, even if I wince while rereading it now lol.

8. what i want is to be with you. Mason/Billie. The detective and Mason dance, and talk about stars.

I don't dislike this one overall, but it does contain my first try at writing any kind of smut at the end, aaaand that's more than enough reason for it to be at the bottom of the list lol. It was still fun writing though (I actually went into it thinking Billie wouldn't know how to dance at all and they and Mason would just be an embarrassment on the ballroom floor, but that's not how it shook out!), and I'd like to revisit it one day and rework it to be better!

There have been so many of these that I have no idea who has or hasn't been tagged at this point, and I'd hate to annoy people by tagging them again. But absolutely anyone who wants to show off their stuff should do it!! Especially if you feel iffy about your own work. Having to think about my fics here made me realize that even the ones I'm less fond of have something in them that I like, and finding even one thing means that making it was a worthwhile endeavor! :)

[lveclouds]

shy (1)

pairing: (jungkook x you)

genre: fluff, just tooth rotting fluff, slightly cliche, (oh who am i kidding it’s very cliche) university/college au.

a/n: hi! so this is my first bts drabble! pls be patient with me, as i am not the best writer and this is my first time posting any kind of story on my blog. hope you guys like this, even if this will be v shitty. also this may have multiple parts i haven’t decided yet lol

*note: lowercase intended and the gif above is what he looks like in this drabble, minus the flashlight?)

word count: idk but definitely over 100? I think?

“just talk to him.” tessa, your best friend, would keep saying, nudging you in the side with her elbow. you’d refuse every time, no matter how much she got annoyed with you. “are you seriously just going to pine after him from afar like some kind of lovesick loser?” she’d asked one day during lunch, stabbing a salad leaf with her fork. “yup.” you replied,which earned an exasperated groan from tessa. “i swear, i am going to fucking lose my mind with you.” “you really need to just go up and talk to him. it’s not that hard.” it was easy for tessa. she was confident and outgoing and extremely beautiful, with her long, midnight black hair that fell in perfect waves down her back and stunning bright blue eyes that all the guys on campus would gush about. she was also extremely smart and artistic, all the things you wished you were. you were more of wallflower, always blending into the background as if you were a chameleon, busying yourself with assignments. you were extremely shy and tended to keep to yourself most of the time. you sat in the back of most of your classes and barely interact with anyone. you breezed through your day with little to no interactions. people thought you were a bit strange, but you didn’t mind. you’d always been the loner type, and the only friend you really had was tessa. college was boring, or, at least, nothing special, until he came into your life.

jeon jungkook. the quiet and shy boy who had transferred from busan a week into your second semester. you were taking a fine arts class, and the professor had asked him to sit next to you. already, half of the girls in your class were whispering and giggling about how attractive he was. and, while the high pitched giggles irked you, they weren’t wrong about him being insanely handsome. he looked as if he was carved by the gods themselves,with adonis like features. a strong jaw, black hair with blond highlights that seemed to be always falling into his eyes, sharp cheekbones, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, perfect eyebrows, and his lips were pink and always looked so kissable. in your opinion, his smile was the most devestating thing about him. the corners of his eyes would crinkle and with his somewhat endearing bunny like teeth, it was a sight that always made your heart flutter. looks aside, he was also extremely talented. jungkook had won your university multiple awards just from the drawings he’d submitted to the annual art exhibitions alone. he had also led your football team to the championship and won first place in the yearly talent show that your university held during the winter and fall. he had sung a cover of lee hi’s breathe, and it was the most beautiful rendition you’d ever heard. his voice was absolutely breathtaking, and every note he hit sent a shiver down your spine. jungkook was also one of the nicest guys on campus, always willing to help anyone out with an assignment or a project, or even give them workout tips if they needed any. he went to the gym nearly everyday, and it was evident in the way that the fabric of his shirts would cling to his toned arms, as if they were holding on for dear life. he had prominent veins in his neck and hands,which were thin and covered with tattoos. the tattoos made him even more attractive, if that was even possible.

you had a few classes with him and you usually spent them stealing casual glances in his direction and wondering how someone as gorgeous as him existed. you’d barely spoken a word to him, mostly because you knew that if you did, disaster would ensue. besides, someone like you wasn’t supposed to be talking to someone as beautiful as him. you were able to get through an entire day without having a single interaction with him, which is what you wanted. as long as i never talk to him and he knows i don’t exist, it’ll be ok. you’d think. until that fateful friday after arts class when he’d approached you in the hallway. “hey,sorry to bother you, but could i talk to you for a second?” he asked, and his oh god, his voice was deep yet soft and it made your heart race. “s-sure.” you managed, keeping your eyes on the gray carpeted floor underneath you, too shy to meet his gaze. you followed jungkook outside, muttering a thank you when he held the door open for you, quickly walking past him. you were now standing right of the fine arts building, rocking back and forth on your heels nervously. the air outside was crisp and clean and there was a slight breeze that gently ruffled the trees, their leaves swaying peacefully.

“so, do you hate me?” “what?” your head practically snapped up at the sudden question, forgetting that you were talking to jeon jungkook, the guy you’d been secretly crushing on for a few months now. he looked almost sad, and you quickly shook away the thought. that’s impossible, you thought. “i don’t hate you, jungkook. why would you think that?” he shrugged. “i don’t know, i guess i just got the feeling that you hated me since you never talk to me and you purposely avoid me at all costs.” you winced. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” “so, why are you avoiding me then?” he pressed. you sighed. there was no point in trying to avoid the topic now. “i- i might’ve been t-too s-shy to talk to you.” “why?” you wanted to groan in frustration at how persistent he was being. “because i l-like you.” your heart was beating a mile minute at this point, and your face was probably as red as a tomato. you braced yourself, waiting for the rejection to come. what he said next nearly made your mouth drop open in shock. “i like you too.” “w-what? come again?”

“i like you.” jungkook declared, that gorgeous smile appearing on his face. “since when?” “since you sat next to me during art last semester.” you could feel your face turn an even darker shade of red. “are you sure i’m not dreaming or something? if this is a prank i will be very disappointed.” jungkook laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and you had never seen something so beautiful. “i promise you this is all real.” you felt a smile spread onto your face. “so would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” “i’d love to.”

a/n: so this was part one! idk if there will be a part two or not, i haven’t decided yet. hope you guys enjoyed this. i am not too fond of my writing here but hopefully it’s tolerable lmao 😂 ily guys and let me know if you want a part two or not!

s/o to: @sweetheartjeongguk @jungkooksmoon @moonbeamjk @jksmoongf @artjjk @jjksangel @jjksthghs @guktual @gukwluv @jinsjjk @wthkook @jeonangels @jeonsdear @aikosjeon @gukscene @mercurygguk @sketchguk @lomlkook @ggukshii @gguksbby @gukkism @jeonsbun @utopiajeon @yoonseok (i know you’re not jungkook biased but your icon is kook so) @kookscrescent @kooksmos and all of my jungkook mutuals for being the cutest and sweetest people ever!!!

also special thanks to: @kendreys @honeylovecult for always being so supportive of me!! ily both so much 😘🥺😔💕!