#wow it's been a while since i wrote anything 😭

[swallowtailcherry]

Just a short fluff drabble featuring our favourite King of the Underworld, Hades!

No warnings, just pure fluff!

Bella Notte is the reason why I wrote this 😂

The king of the Underworld smiled fondly as he laid in his bed, holding you gently in his strong arms. You were slowly falling asleep on his chest, your chest moving up and down. He let out a few chuckles as he feels your cheek brush against his toned chest. Hades always adored his beautiful wife.

Hades moved his hand, gently caressing your cheek while taking the time to admire your face, his eyes moving to your lips. He loves how soft and sweet they are.

"Mmmm... Love..." You mumbled quietly, moving yourself up a bit, wrapping your arms around him. Hades sighed, running his fingers down your back.

"Kirei na kirei na yoru

ko yoi wa Bella Notte

kirameku hoshi no iro mo

yasashiki Bella Notte~"

You moved your head to look at your husband in surprise. Hades had never sang before, and oh boy, was he good at it.

"Aisuru futari ga

kata wo yosere ba

tokimeku omoi ga

yozora ni no boru~"

Your heart skipped a beat from the very sound of his voice. His singing is deep, but it was very smooth.

"Shizuka na yume no yō ni

hoshi furu Bella Notte~"

You didn't say a word during his singing. You laid your head on his shoulder, sighing in satisfaction as Hades continued to sing.

"Aisuru futari ga

kata wo yosere ba

tokimeku omoi ga

yozora ni no boru~"

You felt yourself falling asleep just from his voice alone. You wanted to stay up to hear more, but his voice just had to be very pleasant.

"Shizuka na yume no yō ni

hoshi furu Bella Notte~"

By the time Hades was finished, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Hades leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, resting his head next to yours.

"Goodnight, My beloved~"

[koqabear]

Addicted To You

♡ continuation of Take It! but can be read as a stand-alone.

“It’s been three weeks since you’ve seen either Beomgyu or Taehyun, away for a business trip like always— after three weeks without seeing them, they’re eager to show you how much they missed you.”

beomgyu x fem!reader x taehyun

Genre: fluff, smut, porn with no plot. at all. 

Word count 4.7K

warnings: barely edited, poly relationship but no mxm…they’re chaebols for those who don’t know, gyu is kinda bratty, it’s literally just smut

smut warnings: dom!tae, dom!beomgyu, sub!mc, threesome, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, pet names, (baby, pretty, sweetheart, etc.) dry humping, marking, praise, degrading, manhandling, breast play, mocking, exhibitionism, oral (f & m rec.) slight masturbation, handjob, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, (m. rec) slight dumbification, mentions of safe word, dacryphilia, creampies, aftercare (lmk if i should add anything!)

Notes: didn’t rlly think i’d commit to this, but take it holds a silly little place in my heart bc it was the first fic to help me gain traction on my dying blog 😭 (no, there were no other reasons as to why i wrote this tf) 

Study sessions with Taehyun usually go well— he’s a great teacher, and is able to guide you through even the hardest concepts with ease; usually, you end study sessions with no energy at all, more than ready to sink into your bed with your arms wrapped tightly around him. 

Usually, you don’t find yourself where you are now— on top of him, your fingers threaded into his hair as you tug him closer to you. 

“Thought you were tired?” He teases, fully enjoying the way you grind against him, needy and reckless as you simply whine at his comment, “What happened to just cuddling, sweetheart?”

“Does it look like I’m in the mood to just cuddle?” you mock, pulling away from his addicting lips with a frown— he simply laughs, playing along as he sends you an innocent look— though there’s nothing innocent about the way his hands are splayed across the small of your back, encouraging the soft rock of your hips by keeping you pressed firmly onto him, “I haven’t seen you in weeks, missed you so much.”

Taehyun’s smile grows wicked; there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans forward to place sultry kisses on your neck, plump lips sucking and biting teasingly as he litters marks on any skin that’s left accessible to him. 

“You missed me, pretty? How much?” he teases, mumbling the words against your neck as his hands slip under your shirt, fingers wandering as he feels the way you practically melt at his touch. The small whimper you let out isn’t lost on him as he bucks his hips up into you, prompting you to answer him with a soft bite to the sensitive spot on your neck. 

“So much. So so much,” you ramble, unable to stop your desperate movements as you grind into him, able to feel the way his cock is already hard and pressed perfectly against you, biting your lip in a pathetic attempt to suppress your sounds, “Couldn’t even call you while you away, you were so busy.”

“Wow, I can’t believe this,” you immediately freeze at the sound of the voice— your eyes are wide open as you turn around in Taehyun’s grasp, mouth agape as you realize that you didn’t even notice the bedroom door opening, much less hear Beomgyu come in as he sits comfortably on the chair in the corner, arms crossed and expression unamused as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Is he the only one to get a warm welcome?” he pouts, shining eyes almost fooling you into thinking he’s seconds away from tearing up, “You didn’t miss me?”

“Gyu,” you gape, untangling yourself from Taehyun as you attempt to go to him immediately— only to be pulled back by Taehyun, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he presses you flush against him, chin slotting itself on your shoulder as he laughs at the whine you let out, “I thought you weren’t supposed to be here until next week.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he admits, leaning back in the chair as he lets out a soft tsk, taking in the way Taehyun continues his assault on your neck— you’re weak to his touches as you let out soft gasps, squirming in his grip and inevitably grinding harder against him as a result, “Though it seems you’re busy— I’ll get going then.”

“Beomgyu, ah, wait,” your voice is whiny and pathetic as you call out to him, stopping him in his tracks as he glances back at you— he takes in the way you reach out toward him helplessly, eyes darkening at the way Taehyun continues to hold you close, not planning to let you go soon as his eyes flicker up; they meet Beomgyu’s, and he’s unable to hold back his sly smile as his hands wander under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your chest before he’s expertly playing with your breasts— the way you cry out from his touches and place your hands on his forearms is amusing, and Beomgyu is quick to catch onto Taehyun’s intentions as he simply huffs out a soft laugh. 

“What’s wrong baby?” he asks, tilting his head as he goes to stand before you— just out of reach, your attempts to grab onto him and tug him closer futile as you simply look up at him with teary eyes, whimpering softly at the way Taehyun begins to rut up into you, “Isn’t Tyunnie enough for you?” 

The nickname has Taehyun rolling his eyes— Beomgyu’s wicked smile of amusement only makes Taehyun more irritated, even more so when you begin protesting that you want him, too.

“It’s not that,” you say, struggling to utter a coherent sentence from the way Taehyun continues to stimulate you, your brain turned to mush from his touch alone, “Just missed you… want you, missed both of you s’much…”

Both men are laughing at your state— your fucked out expression and bruised lips from Taehyun’s harsh bites is enough to have them hooked, and Beomgyu has to take a deep breath in order to keep his hands off you. 

“Our sweet girl,” Taehyun hums, kissing your cheek fondly, a stark contrast to the way he continues to stimulate you, expert fingers tweaking at your nipples while he continues to roll his hips up into you; you don’t seem to notice the moment one of his hands begins to slide down coyly, slipping under your shorts and rubbing your clit teasingly over your panties— you both hiss at the feeling, and Taehyun bites his lips at the feeling of you completely soaking your underwear, “Why don’t you show Gyu how much you missed us, hmm?”

You’re nodding immediately; your hips are canting at his touch, and you can’t seem to get your eyes off Beomgyu, who simply takes you in with hungry eyes, stepping closer in order to cup your cheek, leaning down until his hips are hovering over yours.

“Still such a greedy thing, aren’t you?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as you simply cry at his words. It’s all too much for you— Taehyun’s body against yours, his soft huffs against your skin, his wandering lips and hands that don’t detach themselves from your body for even a moment— and Beomgyu’s soft hand that caresses your face fondly, staring at you with such pity in his eyes you can’t help but feel small under his gaze, “Can’t even help yourself from touching us the moment we come back to you.”

You don’t bother to refute his claims— because it’s all true, and you don’t bother to feel an ounce of shame from it, not when the two men before you can’t seem to get away from you for a second, either. 

“Are you gonna cum?” Beomgyu asks, taking in the way your movements grow frantic, your mouth slightly agape and letting out streams of moans that only worsen from his question, “So close already? Come on baby, show me how much you missed us.”

Beomgyu’s lips are soft and hungry the moment they crash against yours— he’s held back long enough, unable to control his need to feel you panting and moaning against his lips the second you crash down from your high— your frantic hands grip Beomgyu’s perfectly pressed dress shirt tightly, though he couldn’t care less about it, not when you’re pulling him toward you desperately and kissing him as though you haven’t seen him in years. 

“Shit…” Taehyun groans, fingers drifting down to your clothed slit, face buried into your neck as he laughs breathily— you jolt against him as you feel his middle and ring finger run along your cunt teasingly, feeling your panties stick to you and pressing against your entrance to feel how wet you are— you’re whining softly in embarrassment, though you can’t control the shocks of pleasure that still jolt through you, pulling away from Beomgyu’s lips to burrow into his chest from the sensitivity. 

“She’s so wet,” Taehyun smiles, raising his head to meet Beomgyu’s— the two men feel weak to the way you grow flustered at their words, still shy as ever as you mumble incoherently into Beomgyu’s chest— Taehyun’s hold on you grows slack, but you don’t bother to stand up, still able to feel the way his hard cock throbs against you, weak to the feeling of him under you. 

“Poor thing,” Beomgyu coos, rubbing your back in a way that’s more patronizing than soothing, “Guess we left you alone for too long, hmm? Can’t last this long without us, is that it?” 

Your desperation is endearing to Beomgyu— though it’s something he’ll never say out loud, choosing instead to tease and poke fun at you as he takes in your weak protests and flustered reactions with a deep satisfaction. 

With the two here, you don’t need to move a muscle— not when they can do it for you, allowing them to put you in any position they want as you find yourself laying on the bed, thighs rubbing impatiently as you watch them with wide expectant eyes, waiting for their next move as they hover over you. 

“Won’t you ask how our trip was?” Beomgyu asks, his sweet smile doing nothing to deter your mind from the fact that Taehyun is sinking to his stomach, situating himself comfortably between your legs as he begins to pry your bottoms off— his eyes flicker down to your line of sight, and he’s able to catch the way your panties are soaked through with your arousal, your pretty cunt still glistening from your last orgasm.

“Baby?” He asks again, taking a hold of your chin and forcing you to look back up at him. He’s pouting, petulant as always when he realizes your attention isn’t solely on him, “Eyes on me, baby. Answer my question, won’t you?”

“H…How was your trip…?” you’re trailing off indignantly the moment you feel Taehyun’s mouth on you; it’s warm and messy as his tongue is instantly licking up the remnants of your arousal, your legs twitching at the feeling before he’s throwing them over his shoulders— his grip is bruising on your thighs as he keeps you in place, sucking and licking and moaning against your cunt like a crazed man.

“It was so boring,” Beomgyu says, seemingly unfazed by the way Taehyun is pressed against your cunt, the intensity of it all making your brows furrow and your eyes glaze with pleasure; you’re gripping at the sheets as your mouth falls open, able to feel the way his nose presses against your clit as his tongue enters you smoothly, humming out in satisfaction as the vibrations only make you yelp with pleasure— though, after a moment, you’re able to take notice of the way Beomgyu’s hand has begun to palm at his cock, eyes drinking in even your most miniscule changes of expression as he smiles. 

“Couldn’t stand being away from you for so long,” he continues, glancing back to where Taehyun hums in agreement; he’s raising his head from where it’s buried between your legs for a second, his face shining with your arousal as he sends you a charming smile— you simply whine at the way you feel his fingers teasing your entrance, circling and prodding at it before they’re sinking into you; he’s curling and pumping them immediately, eager to pull out any reactions from you as he aims for all your sensitive spots with ease. 

“Both of us,” Beomgyu adds, watching as Taehyun sends you one last coy look before his eyes fall back on your pussy— your face feels hot as you watch his lips attach themselves to your clit, looking back up at you with innocent eyes as he continues to fuck with you with his fingers, adding a third before you can even process it. 

Beomgyu is as needy as ever as he scolds you to look back up at him— your eyes widen slightly as you take in the way he’s taken his cock out, stroking it slowly and furrowing his brows the moment you begin watching him; you’re reaching up to wrap a hand around him without a second thought, and he’s cursing lowly under his breath at the feeling of your warm hand, pumping him slowly and taking in the way his tip leaks profusely. 

“Thought of you the whole time…” he mumbles, wincing slightly at the way you shift toward him in order to wrap your mouth around him; your tongue darts out to lick at his tip teasingly, doe eyes only enticing him further as he cups your face with a fond look, “I thought of calling you— I had so many nights where I couldn’t sleep, just thought of you…”

Beomgyu can’t begin to count how many times he laid on the bed of his hotel room, eyes screwed shut as he fucked himself to the memory of you— more often than not, he thought of calling your during those times— he thought of sending you a video, a picture, anything that could show you just how much he needed you; instead, he decided to remain patient, to let his energy pent up until he finally saw you again. 

Now that you lay before him, your movements on his cock faltering from the feeling of Taehyun’s tongue against your pussy, fingers hitting all the spots that make your stomach twist up in knots, he’s not sure how he’ll contain himself— three weeks without you was simply a death sentence to him. 

“You should’ve called,” you whine out, your voice weak and shaky as your thighs tighten around Taehyun’s head; he remains unfazed by the action, his soft hair ticklish against your skin as he merely presses himself against you more— the bed begins to rock from how much you squirm from his ministrations, though the way he’s begun to rut into the mattress is also to blame.

“I would’ve helped you, I… ah…!” you’re unable to finish your sentence. Beomgyu’s hand has begun to guide your own on his cock, though you don’t seem to realize it from the way your eyes are screwed shut, your helpless noises growing louder and spurring Taehyun to pleasure you more— you can already begin to imagine the marks his fingers will leave on your thighs from how hard he’s got you, keeping you firmly against him and preventing you from escaping as he leads you to your second orgasm of the night— one of many you can tell, at least from the way the two watch you with dark, hungry eyes. 

You’re a whimpering and weak mess as Taehyun lets you ride out your orgasm; he’s licking up your cum eagerly, enjoying the way you twitch and cry from the overstimulation of it all, your voice already slightly hoarse as you meekly plead Taehyun to stop, please please please, too much…

He only stops when he feels a sharp tug at his hair— though, unlike you, who tries to tug at his roots in a controlled manner to not hurt him, this action is clearly meant to hurt, and he’s already sending Beomgyu a lethal glare as the said man simply smiles back, keeping him away from you as Taehyun winces at the feeling. 

You’re unaware of it all— you’re still catching your breath, your shirt hiked up and exposing your chest, taking deep breaths as your eyes remain shut— you’re especially unaware of the way they seem to be communicating silently, Beomgyu’s grip loosening from Taehyun’s hair as he simply sends him a look, mouthing words that have Taehyun letting out a soft oh. Before you can question it, you’re being moved again. 

“Baby, do you remember why we went on this trip?” Beomgyu asks you, moving you back until you’re almost against the headboard; you’re sitting up, and Beomgyu is right beside you as he smiles, your brain fuzzy as he waits for your answer with bright eyes— his smile widens slightly the moment you begin to mumble incoherently about renewing a partnership with a company— laughing softly, he kisses you, short and sweet as he nods.

“And it went well,” he says, his heart swelling as he takes in the way you slur out a soft congratulations, “So I— Tyunnie and I… were thinking we should celebrate.” 

“Celebrate?” you ask, peering up at him through dazed eyes; his hands have begun to wander, relishing in being able to feel your skin again as he nods.

“Do you trust us, baby?” Taehyun has appeared at your other side; they cage you in, though it doesn’t feel pressuring or dangerous as they wait for your answer with loving eyes. 

“Yes.”

Your answer is immediate— and you mean it, taking in the way the two only give you mischievous smiles in return; before you can process what’s going on, they’re asking you to change positions— Beomgyu currently lays back against the headboard as you hover over him, his clothes discarded as his fingers play with the hem of your tee— rather, their tee, unsure of who’s it might be, but knowing that it’s not your own simply from the way it looks on your figure.

“Safe word?” Beomgyu asks softly, beginning to tug your shirt up before you’re obeying and taking it off; tossing it to the side, you mumble the safe word you all agreed upon, and he’s sending you an endearing smile before he’s tugging your hips down; he hisses softly at the feeling of your warm cunt fluttering around his tip, already able to feel your seeping arousal before you finally sink onto him.

“Fuck, oh shit,” he sighs, feeling the way you stretch around him, much tighter than he remembers as you simply whine at the feeling, “God, did you really miss us this much, pretty girl?”

The way you nod without hesitation has Beomgyu laughing softly; he’s reaching to take your hands, tugging at you until you’re hovering over him, your hands on either side of his head as he pouts softly at you.

“Who’d you miss more,” he begins, his antics nothing new to you as you fight the urge to roll your eyes, “Me or Tyunnie?”

There’s a right answer here, he mutters, groaning softly as he finally bottoms out inside you, feeling your hips flush against his as he bucks his hips up— whether he’s trying to get you to moan out his name or he simply can’t control himself like he tells you, you’re unsure. 

“Missed both of you,” you whine, and you fall onto him pathetically the moment he bucks his hips up into you roughly, your body jolting up from the motion.

“Really?” he asks, patting your head softly as you nod against him, “Then, do you want Tyunnie to fuck you too?” 

Mindlessly, you nod— then you freeze, feeling as though there’s more to what Beomgyu is asking as you sit back up, sending him a confused look that only makes him smile with endearment. 

“What?” he says, and it’s only once you’ve sat up that you come in contact with Taehyun’s bare chest, twisting your head to look back at him— but you’re unable to, only being able to feel his firm chest press against your back, warm hands rubbing up and down your thighs soothingly as he places feathery kisses along your shoulder, “Since you can never pick between us, why not have both?”

His comment is both condescending and lighthearted— he doesn’t mind sharing, but he knows that mentioning it is always enough to fluster you— and, like clockwork, you tense up, unsure of what to say as Taehyun begins to leave open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, going up, up up until he’s finally reached you ear, placing a kiss behind it before he’s whispering a soft don’t you wanna feel good, pretty? the words barely whispered as you make eye contact with Beomgyu, who was already unable to keep his eyes off you. 

The moment you catch on, Beomgyu lets out a soft moan— he can feel you clench around him, your warm walls fluttering around him and causing him to throw his head back, eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure as you simply whine at the sight, feeling the way his cock ruts into you from response. 

“What do you say then, pretty?” Taehyun asks, his scent overtaking your senses from how close he is to you, something you didn’t think you missed as much as you did as you find yourself leaning back against him, your head tilting back to rest against his shoulder as you bite your lip, taking a moment to respond as Taehyun begins littering kisses along your jaw. 

“Yes, please, I want you— want you both, need you both to fuck me,” your words practically have the two malfunctioning— You can feel Taehyun smile against your jaw as Beomgyu’s hips jump up once more, and you allow Taehyun to place one last chaste kiss on your lips before he’s guiding you to lean back down.

You’ve never done this before— you’ve never thought of doing this, but as Beomgyu begins to fuck into you slowly, allowing you to loosen up around him for Taehyun, you realize that this business trip must’ve affected them much more than they let on. 

You tense slightly the moment you feel Taehyun’s tip prod at your full entrance; Beomgyu catches onto it instantly, muttering a soft still okay? against the crown of your head, only giving Taehyun a nod of confirmation the moment you tell him yes. 

“Relax for us, okay?” Taehyun coos, rubbing your skin soothingly and only continuing once he sees the tension leave your body— carefully, he begins to enter you. 

You already felt full enough with either of them inside you— but now, as you felt Taehyun finally slip inside, the three of you letting out pleasured sounds from it, you feel absolutely stuffed. 

“ffffu…. god… why didn’t we try this sooner,” you hear Beomgyu groan, jaw clenched as he focuses on not coming inside you then and there— the way you whine and whimper into his ear is enough to have him shutting his eyes, letting out another groan as he feels Taehyun bottom out, the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other filthy and new, your fingers gripping onto Beomgyu’s shoulder desperately as you will yourself to hover over him. 

Beomgyu looks entirely fucked out; his expression probably mirrors yours, his face flushed and his eyes blown out with lust as he sends you a coy smile; behind you, you can feel Taehyun lean down to press against you, a hand securing itself on your waist while the other supports his weight— his head is buried in the crook of your neck, trying to hide the weak whines he lets out once he finally begins to pull out. 

The moment he thrusts back in, you can already feel tears prick at your eyes— you’re loud and unabashed in your sounds as they finally begin to fuck you, experimenting a bit before they finally find a good rhythm. 

When Beomgyu pulls out, Taehyun thrusts back in— it’s a cycle that leaves you constantly full and weak, and if it weren’t for Taehyun’s arm wrapped around your waist, you’re sure you would’ve fallen against Beomgyu already— though moments after, when Taehyun chooses to grab a hold of your hips in order to guide you onto them, you’re doing exactly that. 

“Feels good?” Beomgyu asks, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours, laughing cruelly at the drooly and fucked out mess you’ve turned into, barely able to mutter out a response from how good they’re fucking you, “Such a good girl— shit, ugh— always wanting to make us feel good, taking whatever we give her.”

“You have no idea how much we missed you,” Taehyun mutters against your skin, barely able to continue his sentence from the way you clench around them, your mixed arousals and the sound of skin slapping against skin almost drowning out your sounds, “Had us— ah… fucking bonding from how— ngh, how bad it was.”

The thought is enough to make you laugh— though you aren’t able to, not with the way they continue to fuck you roughly, your back arching from the way Taehyun’s clever hand begins to rub at your clit— you can only whine softly at the feeling, allowing them to toy with you however they’d like as Beomgyu sneaks a hand to play with your breasts. 

“Missed you— missed this,” Beomgyu rambles to himself, and you can feel the way his hips begin to stutter, losing their rhythm and affecting Taehyun in the process, “Just wanted to hear you cute little sounds again, my pretty girl.”

“Our pretty girl…” Taehyun corrects, though it’s only to tease as he feels you tighten around him— you’re close, he can tell, and it only fuels the two men to continue fucking you recklessly, “Can you cum for us, pretty? Wanna feel it, missed seeing you come on my cock, just give us one more, sweet thing—“

His words become foggy to your mind after that, but you can hear him guiding you the whole time you crash down, letting out a loud cry before Beomgyu’s cupping your face and guiding you to his lips, kissing you slowly and taking in your sounds as you practically drool against him— the kiss is messy and you’re barely able to process anything, feeling him bite your lips and run his tongue along your mouth teasingly before he laughs, pulling away to give you one last sweet kiss. 

“Want us to fill you up?” Beomgyu asks, his voice slightly tense as he continues to concentrate on not falling apart then and there; even through your foggy mind, you’re nodding eagerly, teary eyes affecting Beomgyu much more than he’d like to admit as he finally allows himself to cum inside you—you can hear Taehyun hiss softly at the feeling, triggering his own orgasm as the two men whimper at the feeling, unable to stop their cocks from rutting into you, sensitive from the way they continue to rub against each other inside.

You’re warm and filled to the point that it’s already begun to leak out— Taehyun swears that he’s never seen a better sight, and you’re burying your head into the crook of Beomgyu’s neck, mentally rolling your eyes at the way he pouts a soft no fair, I can’t see.

You don’t think you can bring yourself to move after that— lucky for you, you have two strong men to do your bidding— which is exactly why you’re able to find yourself in a warm bubble bath after a few minutes of rest, unable to stop yourself from marveling at the luxury of it all despite being with the two for— well, a year.

“I’m so happy to be back, seriously,” Beomgyu mutters, his head laying on your chest as you simply laugh, running your fingers through his hair fondly, “I don’t think I can be away from you for that long again.”

“Was it really that bad?” you ask softly, slightly embarrassed at how hoarse your voice is; they merely laugh fondly at you, and Taehyun’s arms circle around your waist before he’s pressing himself closer to you— you can feel him nod despite his forehead resting against your shoulder, and you merely roll your eyes at their theatrics, tilting your head back and resting your head against Taehyun’s shoulder, allowing him to slot his chin on your own, “Why don’t you just take me with you next time, hmm?”

“You’d like that?” Beomgyu immediately asks, titling his head back and looking at you with wide, sparkling eyes— you laugh, nodding softly as you watch him smile cutely in return, “You better not change your mind.”

“I won’t,” you muse, smiling at the way Taehyun places a soft kiss on your cheek, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Because despite your doubts, they’ve really proven just how much you mean to them— and as you feel them cuddle closer to you, allowing yourself to sink into the warm water that soothes your sore body, you can’t control the way your heart flutters from the mere way they hold you.

God, you’re down bad.

[simpforwebtoonmen]

Long time no see

A/n: don’t worry, I see ya’ll requests and I will be getting to them 😭

Warnings: not proofread, dumb, might be ooc, I wrote this at 1 am so a lot of it might not make sense lmao

˚✧₊⁎ You were a friend among Daniel’s group in Jae won High. But with recent events, you haven’t seen a lot of your friends in a while. And after so long, Daniel comes to visit you to invite you into his gang. But upon meeting you again after so long, he couldn’t recognize you at all… ⁎⁺˳✧༚

You open the door to reveal Daniel, the smaller one. Though he wasn’t all that small anymore and was definitely thinner, and a lot more muscular. Honestly, you wouldn’t have recognized him if Zoe hadn’t shown you photo’s of him.

You smile and wave at him, “Hey, Daniel!” you greeted. He looked taken back and looked at you confused. He then cleared his throat, “hello…is (name) here?” he asked. “huh? im standing right here…” you deadpanned and pointed at yourself.

Finally, it clicked for him, “oh gosh, (name)!? Is that really you!? I almost didn’t recognize you! Your hair is (shorter/longer) and you have a completely new style!” he exclaimed, almost excited. You flip your hair dramatically, “yeah, I look good, right?” you teased. And despite you joking, he nods in agreement, “yeah, you look really good!”

-

After catching up for a bit, he mentions how you used to be fighter and how he would like you in his team (gang). You said it’d been a while since you fought and that you’d wouldn’t really be that much help, but for some reason Daniel thought otherwise. And with his cute face and nearly begging, you agreed.

And now you stood in front of the rest of the crew members. Most you recognized from school, but there was a certain blonde that you hadn’t recognized.

“Who’s this chick?” Zack questioned, nearly scowling down at you. You almost thought he was looking down at you. It was something he had done before but never did it again after the fact. You smiled up at him, despite his rudeness, with a hint of tease. “What? you don’t recognize me?” you asked him.

It only took the sound of your teasing voice for Zack to know who you were. “(name)!? What the hell, long time no see!” he greeted, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “uh huh,” you simply said, still not letting his past rudeness slide. He then lets you go and sheepishly smiles down at you, “you see (name), about before, you know I wouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did if I had known it was you, right?” nervously rubbed his hands together.

you hummed, “right, well, don’t let it happen again,” you warned, but it was more of a tease than anything. Though, Zack couldn’t tell through his fear, “right right, of course!”

After that you turned to the rest of them, nodding your head, “Vasco, Jay,” you greeted. “Wow, (name). I couldn’t recognize you at all!” Vasco said as he approached you, Jay nodding on agreement. If you were being completely honest, you couldn’t recognize Vasco either. He’d grown buffer, has a beard instead of a mustache, and he cut his hair, plus a few new tattoos. He’s also changed his style into a biker gang type style, along with Jace who you’d only seen recently as well. Jay didn’t change much besides his physique and expensive suits.

And now… you turned to the last person, someone you’ve never seen before. “(Name), this is Hudson. Hudson, (name),” Daniel introduced the two of you, gesturing to each person with his hand. “nice to meet ya!” you smiled. “Yeah…” he responded, keeping his face neutral.

Just then, Zack and Vasco started bantering about who knows what. And when things began to grow my violent, Daniel and Jay had to physically separate them.

Suddenly, Hudson stood next to you and leaned down, “You’ve known them for a long time, right? Were they always like this?” he asked. You nodded, “Yeah, actually I think they were way worse than this,” you nodded as you recalled the memories of all the fights they’d get into with one another.

Though despite not seeing each other for a long time, you were happy to see that not a lot has changed since you last saw them, well, despite their physical and mental improvements, they’re basically the same as they were before. You smiled as you thought to yourself, “it’s good to see everyone like this again. Some things just never change.”

[hoolay-boobs]

MAAAARIIIIII

I need your help.

Ok so, How to write?

I told you that I write, right? Well actually I didn't write them properly. I wrote them in screenplay format.. Now I want to write them properly but I don't know how 😭😭 my mind is blank.. Even when I manage to think up on how to write, it's so shit.. I have so many ideas but I have no clue on how the heck am I supposes to put them out.. Do you have any advice? How do you usually write? Please help.

*casually implodes* alright. Okay. Excellent.

This just might be the best ask I’ve ever received. I’ve always wanted to teach others how to write, I’m really passionate about writing stuff, and I’m majoring in education in university rn, so I sure hope I can answer this well lmao

But, nevertheless, I finally have the opportunity:

✨ Mari’s Writing Crash Course that I may or may not have composed while tipsy: a short guide to novel formatting ✨

There’s only, truly, three factors that are the most noticeably important: Formatting, Dialogue and Writing Voice.

You said you’ve been writing in screenplay format? Immaculate. You’re already halfway there. If you know how to write ANYTHING (short stories, novels, screenplays) you already- hopefully- understand the basis of composing stories. Character arcs, plot lines, worldbuilding, etc. I’m not getting into ANY of that, bc your ask referred to formatting and formatting only. I gotcha luv.

The Step One: The Key to Novel Formatting

You’ve already written in screenplay format before. That’s great. You’re already, like, more than halfway there. I’ve tried screenplaying before, but I never got that far in. Not my best medium.

I’m assuming what you’ve worked on before looks like this (format wise, not content wise lmao)

Caps lock indication, space down, and dialogue.

Well here’s the neat thing: novel writing, while very different from screenplays, is much closer to screenplays with more detail:

Caps lock indication, italicized setup, space down, and dialogue.

OTHER THAN describing the camera angles, this has very similar content to a novel: describing portions (sometimes equal portions, usually not) of both dialogue and descriptions.

So! Remove the caps lock indication on who’s speaking, make that italicized setup into the flow of a paragraph, remove all the stuff on camera angles, and put that dialogue under quotation marks.

Now it looks like this:

OH WOW! IT LOOKS LIKE A NOVEL NOW!!

Don’t overthink it: you just take your same thoughts from your screenplay format, and then… transfer it. Piece of cake 🍰

The sub-category of Part One; Part One Extended I guess: Present or Past Tense

What tense do you want your novel to be written in? Present tense? Past tense?

I used to say, “ ALL books are written in past tense. Because as the reader, we’re looking into a story that has already been written. If a book is in present tense, that means the story is unfolding, that means the author is writing it while we’re reading it, and that’s impossible since we’re holding the copy of the book in our hands. NO books should be written in present tense 😡👎”

And then I opened up The Hunger Games and saw it was in present tense.

So it looks like I’m just wildly wrong about that.

I will say tho, most books are written in past tense. And that might, or might not, be more comfortable for the reader and writer. However, it is up you. Contrary to my former opinion, there is no right or wrong tense for your book to be in.

Here is a visual guide:

Once you pick one, though, stick with it. Jumping between past and present these, UNLESS it’s for any stylistic choice (character’s flashbacks, time travelling, etc.) will most likely be awkward to read.

The Step Two: The Importance of properly formatting dialogue

Quotation marks go THROUGHOUT a sentence.

“Why don’t you guys go look at my taco salad post” and “she said” is all ONE BIG SENTENCE.

“Why don’t you guys go look at my taco salad post.” She said. ❌

“Why don’t you guys go look at my taco salad post,” she said. ✅

Each dialogue before the end of the sentence completes with a comma instead of a period. Exclamation marks and question marks can be used in whatever dialogue format, since they’re tone indicators. There aren’t strict rules for tone indicators.

Commas and periods aren’t really tone indicators, so there’s a quick key on how to write that stuff:

Remember, if dialogue ends with a “she said” “she exclaimed” “she spoke” etc. etc. etc. it’ll be part of the same sentence. But, if dialogue ends with an action “she walked to the door” “she took a forkful of that taco salad” etc. etc. etc. it’ll be an entirely new sentence.

THIS is what it looks like:

Also, not every set of dialogue needs to have an end quote to it. This is what that looks like:

I mean, you could but brackets in dialogue. But I just want to warn you: I read a book like that, can’t recall the author’s name, and it distracted me greatly from the characters, plot, atmosphere, etc. I’d stay away from that.

The Step Three: The Writing Voice

So what is narrative voice, anyways?

This is essentially how you form your entire story. The tone, emotion, and descriptions of your story.

I know, I know, the idea that every single word you use reveals your writing style might sound daunting, but trust me, writing voice comes naturally. As long as you let it come naturally.

Essentially: people who know you really well, your closest friends and family, who recognize your quirks, your colloquialisms, and your speech patterns, will most likely recognize your writing style. Because it will sound like you.

And that’s all writing voice is. Your own style. Even this answer I typed out for your ask, it’s in my writing style. It’s in my voice. It’s a blend of eloquent words, long sentences, and a dash of humour here and there. My novel, albeit sounding obviously much different than me making a post on tumblr, also sounds like this. To an extent.

You write like how you speak, even if you’re writing from a specific character’s perspective.

An example is Rick Riordan’s writing sounds wildly different from Becky Chamber’s writing. Even though they’re both talented and hard working, excellent writers. Every book looks different Every book sounds different. Every book feels different.

So, how do you find your own writing style?

Of course, a published novel of yours will sound different than your personal diary. But, those differences aside, they both have your voice. So let yourself speak, let yourself write.

Your story is going directly from your brain, to your laptop screen, or pen and paper, or whatever. Let yourself get into it. Sometimes I read what I’m writing out loud. Sometimes I don’t. Do not overthink your writing voice, or try to force your novel to sound more formal, or more casual, or more poetic, or more or less descriptive, or more wordy. Just let it be.

The more you write, and the more drafts you create, you’ll find your writing voice without even needing to search around for it.

There is a website called, I Write Like This. You can copy and paste passages of your writing, a few hundred words at a time if you want, and it’ll analyze your flow of descriptions, dialogue, punctuation, and match it up with whatever famous author your voice sounds similar to.

I copy and pasted my entire second chapter, a few thousand words, and this is my badge:

My writing voice is similar to our beloved @neil-gaiman . Of course, our writing voice is not identical, as no two authors ever are, but the flow of the writing, the mood, the tone, the energy… it’s a little bit on the same page.

The bonus step four: write shit 💩

You said you write shit?

Good.

Write shit.

This is odd advice to give, I know. But when I say write shit, I mean as a start.

If you had sent an ask saying, “I’ve NEVER touched a pen, paper, or laptop in my life, I don’t know how to write!!” I’d be… daunted. Not an impossible task, but a daunting one. Just slightly harder to get into, slightly harder to give advice for.

I’d much rather you write like shit than not write at all. The hierarchy goes like this:

Good writing >>> shit writing >>> not writing at all.

I can’t remember where I heard this from, but to quote, “you can edit a poorly written page, but you can’t edit a blank page”.

So go, my lovely Sana. Be free. Write all the shit in the world. Fill up your pages. Get writers cramp. Get writers block. Recover from writers block. Make typos. Make messes. Write glorious, delicious, silly, stupid, and beautiful things. Your first draft is not supposed to be perfect. The time will come for pristine, polished, ready-to-be-published writing, and you do not need to rush into there. At all.

Write shit 💩 New-writing is the most necessary shit in this world.

[littlegodzilla]

Say in your bio that your requests were open🫣 …so don’t mind if I do request something.

First off, before the actual request I wanted to say that I appreciate all the work you’ve made and will do in the future. Second, the way you write things and the talent you behold just amazes me every single time I read something of yours. Third, I would write this myself but I love your writing too much to not request it here😭 I’m fr weak for your fics. Fourth and final, I hope you’re doing well and everyone else reading this🫶

I just got this idea in my head, now it’s not something massive just cute as hell but a little angsty and pretty short if I do say it myself.

So to the request,

What I was thinking is that Daryl who in this case don’t think of himself as anything special or anything to have. He also believes that he’s a complete asshole. So when the reader (fem!reader preferably but if you wanna do gender neutral!reader that’s completely fine with me!!) anyways, when the reader catches feelings for Daryl and begins to show it, he pretends like he doesn’t notice because he’s afraid that he will just end up hurting the reader. Therefore the reader doesn’t give up the hope for him and them to be together, but they’re too shy to actually make a bold move. Daryl is in fact interested in them but won’t admit it. So when it has passed a couple of years and nothing has happened between them (thinking like pre-negan Alexandria era) the reader makes a bold move. Like they try to kiss him or something, he accepts it. Yet he cuts it off and walks away after telling the reader that he likes them too but can’t be with them. He proceeds to ignore them for a couple of weeks until one day they find him and confront him since they didn’t have a shot to before he ran off. When they talk it out he reveals that the reason he can’t be with them is because he thinks so lowly of himself and is afraid he’ll hurt them. Then they tell him it’s okay and they start to kiss then the rest you decide yourself…

I literally wrote up there “it’s nothing massive” and “it’s pretty short” then I proceeded to write a full on essay🥲

Hiii!!

Wow I never expected that you liked my work, I read your stories and I loved them, it's a honor to me to do this request, your words mean a lot to me, I'm really happy and I hope you'll enjoy the story.

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Not Good Enough

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Requested by: @rickgrimeswifey

Warnings: Fluff. Confessions. Daryl POV.

Words: 4800

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(N/A: the look of the gif is important for the story, sorry I needed to do that)

***

Daryl can't stop looking at you, it's not the first time, and he's sure it won't be the last, he can't help it. You're talking to Michonne and Tara as you play with Judith, sitting on the porch in the house that is now yours in Alexandria, some want to find their own place, you've been stabilized there for a while, Maggie and Glenn are having a baby and have found their own home, though not too far away, always close to Rick and the others.

Daryl would like to have that too, with you, but he's not blind, he knows he never will. how could he? Ever since you came to Alexandria you've joked, you've played around telling everyone you're boyfriend and girlfriend, but it's not true, you've never had that kind of relationship. How could you want anything with him? What good is he? Nothing, he's just a sniffer dog, a hunter, a squirrel eating redneck with a lousy sense of humor who doesn't know how to socialize with anyone. Yet Daryl would love to be able to play along with your game and joke and fool around in front of the rest like you do. But he gets blocked every time you touch him or look at him.

It wasn't an immediate thing, he knows that. You met at the Greene's farm, Maggie's friend, you were there because your family fell ill and were in the barn with the other Walkers, though at first Daryl and the others didn't know that, of course. You were studying the medical books Hershel had, which you had taken from the town library when it all went down. Daryl saw you as a lost girl, innocent and locked in your world, the security the farm gave you with the family put you in a bubble, but you had strength, you didn't hesitate to help Carl, you didn't hesitate to help him when he appeared as a rag, when Andrea shot him.

He started to see changes in you and himself when the farm fell, you cried for all you had lost and left behind, but soon you became one of the group, you didn't mind standing guard at night, you took care of Carl when Lori was exhausted from pregnancy, you tried to cheer up Beth and Maggie, you kept studying with Hershel. Daryl started to feel something after a few weeks of travel, when he discovered you trying to learn how to fight, you had a hunting knife and a rudimentary bow that almost made the hunter laugh, but you were trying, he wanted to teach you and from that day a beautiful friendship was born between you.

Not only that, Daryl knows now and he knew soon after, in prison, how fucked up he was when he looked at you and felt his skin crawl, how his stomach would shrink when other men approached you. Jealousy. Daryl had never experienced that kind of jealousy before and he felt stupid. He had no right to feel jealous, not because you were nothing more than good friends. You had every right to look for someone better, someone who truly deserved you.

"Why don't you tell her how you feel about her?" insisted Carol a couple of times, Daryl growled like a wounded animal.

"Ain't gotta feelings for her. She's just a friend."

"Of course..." She snorted in amusement leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Then the prison fell and for a moment he thought he had lost you, chaos, gunshots, Hershel's death, zombies invading the prison, everything on fire, the group dispersed completely, he was left alone, running into a group of drones before falling into Terminus with several other comrades, Daryl was relieved to see them, but at the same time the panic was greater.

Then Carol blew it all up and you were with her. He hugged Carol with all his might and with you he did exactly the same, he pressed you against his chest feeling his arms shaking around your body.

"Easy Dixon, you're not getting away from me that easy." You joked and Daryl wished he could tell you he didn't plan to, but he bit his tongue in time.

Now in Alexandria everything is much more relaxed, everything seems to fit, the group has adapted quickly, there have been some altercations that they have had to solve, they have shown that they are of use, that these people need to know how to defend themselves for whatever has to come, because peace, unfortunately, does not last forever, but it is a good place, Daryl knows that, when Deanna asked him that first day if he wanted to be there, he said yes, that the children deserved a safe place, he never thought of himself, he was just passing through, if his people decided to stay and he was not comfortable, he was willing to leave, not to be a burden. But he was never able to truly walk away.

And there he is now, trying to fix a bike Aaron found some time ago, he told him if he could rebuild it he could go out with him to explore, to find more people who needed shelter, Daryl was fine with that, getting out of there even if it was just for a few hours took his mind off the thinking and the burden.

"Congratulations Mr. Explorer." You had joked when he told the rest of the group. "I hope you'll give me a ride one day." You smiled winking at him and he felt himself blush.

"Oh come on, you're his girlfriend, I'm sure he gives you more than that." Rosita joked and you laughed hysterically, but Daryl had to pull away feeling like his face was going to explode.

He's concentrating on repositioning some parts that from rattling along the forest roads have come a little loose when he hears a male voice near where you are. Trying to disguise his anxiety he raises his head to discover Spencer talking to you, he has completely ignored Michonne and Tara who look at the man between amused and curious, the eldest Monroe son has leaned over the stairs and caresses Judith's hands as he talks to you. You smile politely and respond, but Daryl can read what he can't see; your body tense, leaning back slightly, your eyes shifting nervously, your lips forced into that smile. You're uncomfortable.

He gets up from the ground wiping the grease off his fingers with the red scraf he always carries with him, puts it in his back pocket and walks straight towards you, he's left the crossbow next to the bike, he doesn't know what he might hear when he gets there and he doesn't want to put an arrow in Spencer's head 'by accident.' When he reaches the porch he sees your eyes looking at him and your body instantly relaxes, your gaze soften and your smile becomes sincere. Daryl's heart hits his chest hard and he feels his cheeks burn, but he tries to appear normal.

"What's wrong Monroe?" he wants to sound calm and relaxed, but his words come out as a bark startling the younger man.

"Dixon..." He greets him reluctantly and breaks away from you to look at him. Your body relaxes a little more and you use Judith's hand to greet him, Daryl feels his mouth curve into a small smile, but he turns his attention back to Spencer when he moves. "Nothing, I was just talking to the girls."

"My mom's having a party, it's been two years since you guys got here and she wants to celebrate that everything is still peaceful." He says matter-of-factly. "I guess you're not interested, it wouldn't be the first time you didn't show up..."

"Sure... What about, is everything okay?" he shrugs and Spencer mimics his gesture.

Daryl bites his lip several times, trying to control what he wants to say, he knows it's not the time or the place, Spencer is just a kid in his eyes, he's just teasing him to set him off, but Daryl has learned to have some self control, he's not as volatile as he used to be. Or at least he tries to be. Then he sees you get up leaving Judith with Michonne and walk towards him. He holds his breath as your arms wrap around his arm and you press yourself against him. Again that game pretending to be his girlfriend.

"Of course he's coming, we were all adjusting that night, but this party we're not going to miss, are we?" You look at him with bright expectant eyes, he knows you're really proposing, he knows if he says no Spencer will take the opportunity to invite him himself. He grunts low and shakes his head.

"Sure, we'll go." He huff nodding again.

"Okay, great, the more the merrier." There's a hint of annoyance in his voice and it makes Daryl's chest swell and at the same time his alarms go off even more.

He knew Spencer had an interest in you, but he never thought it was that much, in everyone's eyes you're a couple and yet he's still trying to hit on you, he's certainly not to be trusted. Daryl has to be careful with him. Before he's aware you are left alone on the porch, Spencer is gone and Michonne and Tara laugh as you let go of the hunter's arm.

"You can't refuse now." Your voice brings Daryl back to Earth. "You're coming with me to the party." You insist and Daryl mentally curses.

"It's okay, I dunno know why you guys insist on those stupid parties, it ain't the world it used to be."

"That's exactly why, a little 'normalcy' never hurt anyone. I'll be at Rick and Michonne's." You inform him. "And shower!" you order him, Daryl rolls his eyes in disgust as he walks away hearing your friends' laughter.

***

Hot water running over his entire body, hair plastered to his face, dirt being washed down the torrent getting lost in the shower drain, Daryl has his hands resting on the wall of the small room and his head sunk between his arms. He really doesn't believe he's doing this. He really can't believe he's nervous about this. He could have talked to you, he could have told you to forget it, that he wasn't going to that party with you, but something inside him stopped him from doing it. He was curious, not about the party, but about seeing you, you had said you were going to be at Rick and Michonne's house which meant you were going to get ready for the event and Daryl wants to see you. He's never been a detail man, he's never stopped to look at how a woman dresses, before or after the zombie apocalypse, but he has to admit that if you're going to wear a dress, he's eager to see how it looks on you.

He turns off the shower tap at last, brushes several strands of hair away from his face and steps out, rubbing his body against the towel. His reflection looks back at him in the mirror and he stands there staring at himself for a few moments. The dripping hair, long and matted, the unkempt beard from several weeks of routing with Aaron, his body, his skin, always full of wounds, scars covering his chest, his shoulders, not to mention his father's gift on his back, no, he certainly wasn't the kind of man you deserved to see or touch. He chews his lip several times before wrapping his towel around his waist and exits the bathroom. His steps are hesitant until he reaches Carol's room where he very slowly knocks on the door. After a few seconds in silence the door opens and Carol looks at him in surprise.

"Daryl, is something wrong?"

"I need yer help." He confesses and the woman looks him up and down before nodding her head.

**

He clenches his hands nervously by the door of the Grimes' house. His heart is about to pound out of his chest and he's almost startled when he rings the doorbell and it rings louder than he expects. He's never felt nauseous before, not from nerves, maybe after a bad hangover, but this is different. It's like he's a virgin boy going after the most popular girl in high school to go to the prom, when has he ever been fifteen again? There's still time, he could turn around and run away, but it wouldn't do much good, Alexandria is fenced in by high walls and even if he took the bike and escaped, he knows you'd find him. The door then opens and Daryl loses all sense of speech.

"Wow Dixon, you look amazing." You say with a wide, sincere smile.

Yes, Carol maybe have done wonders with him, she had done his hair and cut it a bit, even shaved and fixed his goatee giving him a more handsome touch, or so she had said, they had found a black shirt and jeans that he fit into well, without being too baggy or too tight, the only thing Carol had allowed him to wear with him was his vest and even that had cleaned it up a bit.

But you look beautiful.

You've pulled your hair up in a nice headdress, with a few loose strands, falling wildly down your face, you've let them paint your eyes and lips a little, though you're clearly not comfortable in it, but the dress, Daryl looks you up and down several times, is a nice dress that fits the shape of your chest with a black belt to then fall free to your knees, it has a suggestive neckline, without being obscene, and Daryl would swear your legs are longer thanks to the high heels you're wearing. He smiles and clears his throat trying to get the words back in his mouth.

"Ya look good." It's the only thing she's able to say coherently. A snicker escapes your nose and you nod.

"Thanks, so... shall we go?"

Daryl shakes his head and walks down the porch steps waiting for you to follow him, however, you don't move from the door, he turns back to look at you and you wave your hands for him to come back with you.

"I'm sorry, but I'm unable to walk in these, I need help."

"Then why did ya put them on?" he comes back to your side and you hold tightly to his arm, so you walk to the Monroe's house.

"Never mind, Daryl, just help me." You laugh and he knows he's missing something, but he doesn't insist either.

At the party no one takes their eyes off you, Rosita and Abraham comment several times that you look spectacular, that dress looks amazing on you and you are only able to smile and blush, there are also words for Daryl, loaded with jokes and trying to tease him because he finally knows what a shower and a comb is, but he ignores them, even Deanna seems surprised when she approaches to greet you two.

"Wow, Rick surprised me back in the day, but he's certainly not the only one." She says looking at him and you laugh, Daryl tenses when your fingers brush his cheek leaving a warm trace on his skin.

"My man has always been very handsome, but he's a little shy." You joke and Deanna laughs with a nod.

"Of course, enjoy the party." She encourages you and walks away to continue talking to the rest of the guests.

Daryl can't deny that parties are still not his thing, too many people, too much noise, engrossed laughter, repetitive music, constant greetings and conversations that lead nowhere, he has stayed on one side of the room, with the first drink he's been given and hasn't tasted yet, observing everything, every inhabitant of the community, every movement, conversation, laughter, everything he studies intently while not losing detail of where you are, it's hard not to, every time your dress dances, his eyes are riveted on your figure and he feels like a pervert because he would love to get lost under your skirt.

"Daryl!" he freaks out when your face appears in front of him closer than he thought you were, he tries to back away, but the wall cuts off his escape. "Let's dance."

"What?"

"Dance, it's a party! at parties you dance."

"No, ain't dance." He quickly denies. "I think I should go now."

"It's still early, besides, are you going to stand up your girlfriend? That would be ugly."

"I don't..." He bites his lip again. "We ain't boyfriend and girlfriend..." He whispers feeling those words burn in his throat.

"But they don't know that." You say laughing mischievously and grab his arm dragging him along with the rest of the crowd.

"W-Wait!" he tries to stop you, but it's too late.

Your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers crossing over the back of his neck, you cling to him to start moving to the soft rhythm of the music, the mood has completely changed and Daryl is feeling a little overwhelmed. Not knowing how to act he places his hands on your ribs and you laugh again.

"Lower them a little, Robocop, to my waist." You guide him.

He obeys, his hands sliding down your sides to rest on your waist, he breathes heavily, as if short of breath and feels warm, it's possible he's having a panic attack, he's never experienced one, but he's sure that's what it is. You smile again and as the two of you move slowly like the rest of the couples, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. Daryl is convinced you can hear his heart beating a mile a minute, his hands are shaking on your body and he's sweating like he's inside a sauna. His eyes then discover that Spencer isn't taking his eyes off you and his hands tighten on you out of pure instinct. You sigh without waiting for the grip and your fingers tangle in his hair.

"I like the way you've done your hair...your messy, disheveled style doesn't bother me either, but you look...cute"

"Thanks...I guess, that a woman call a man 'cute' ain't sure if is a good thing." He says in a breathy whisper, his eyes riveted on Spencer, challenging each other and you laugh. "I asked Carol for help..."

"Uhm right, I should have figured." You laugh again and your body vibrates with his. "I have to thank her." You say it sincerely, even though he doesn't appreciate it.

The party is behind you when you decide to leave, it's still early, but you feel that Daryl has hung in there long enough and delivered better than you expected, you really didn't even think he was going to show up and you'd go to the party alone, it was a pleasant surprise to discover him on the other side when you opened the door. You are elated, you haven't had much to drink, you know it's not because of that, you feel good, like you haven't for a long time, you are safe, you live in a great community, your people are adapting, you have a present and the future doesn't seem so bad. You have Daryl and you can't say for sure, but for the first time since you started testing the waters, you seem to be on the same page, Daryl doesn't reject your flirting, he still gets nervous, but he handles it better than before, you can even tell he seems jealous of Spencer to you. Maybe he's finally lowered his walls himself, he's showing himself to you freely.

"Daryl..." You call out to him and he stops.

You look at each other for a few seconds that seem to last an eternity. He doesn't know what to do, why you've stopped, what you really want. You take a few steps closer, rest a hand on his chest and luckily those heels are high enough, you just have to lift your head a little and kiss him. Very shallow, testing the waters, however when you want to pull away Daryl grabs you by the waist and kisses you back. An intense, almost fierce kiss, he holds you by the nape of your neck and his tongue bursts inside your mouth. You moan and Daryl's eyes widen. He pulls away from you as if you're on fire and takes a few steps back.

"What?" you gasp, your head spinning. "What's wrong?"

"No, this isn't right." He shakes his head, his fingers rubbing his lips. "No..."

"Daryl, hey, listen to me. I kissed you." You try to move closer, but he pulls back again.

"No, fuck no, no, not this..." He runs his hands over his face and growls. "Why did ya do that?"

"Why? I think it's clear, Daryl, I-I lo..." You start to say, but redden.

"No, don't say it. There are thousands of guys better than me here." He spits angrily. "Why me?"

"Why you? Oh for God's sake Daryl, you're better than them..."

"No! I'm no good at anything, I'm just a fucking redneck, I only know how to go out there, kill zombies and hunt squirrels. I don't..." He shuts up and looks at you, he can see the doubt and confusion on your face and it makes him feel even worse. "No, find someone else who really deserves ya. Because I'm not good for this, I'm not... I'm not what ya deserve." He growls finally and like a wounded puppy he turns and runs away from there.

You don't even have time to think, nor to defend yourself, nor to run after him, because when you try your heels prevent you from doing so, making you stumble. This was certainly not how you expected the night to end.

**

Daryl ignores you. No. Daryl runs away from you, every time you meet in any place or room, the archer turns around and disappears. He knows he's acting like a real asshole, but he's really just a scared little boy. That kiss haunts him every night, he dreams of what might have happened next, the feel of your body next to his is so real that every morning he wakes up covered in sweat and with a painful, as well as embarrassing, erection. He can't look you in the face, not when every time he does his dreams come back to his mind. Not after everything he said to you.

He regrets it because he knows he could have handled the situation differently, you could have talked and made things clear, but he panicked because you love him, his feelings are reciprocated and that terrifies him. It terrifies him because he doesn't want to tie you to him. It's not fair to you. He knows you'll find something better, even Spencer would be a better candidate than him.

He grunts and shakes his head at his own thoughts. No, maybe not him, but surely someone would come along who would.

"What have you done now?" Carol's voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He peers over the side of the bike and shrugs.

"Why did I have to do anything?"

"Because she's in a rage and I'm sure it's your fault."

"Who?"

"For God's sake, don't play this game, Daryl, you know perfectly well who I'm talking about." She replies angrily, crossing her arms. "So you tell me the easy way or I'll end up getting it out of you the hard way, your choice."

Daryl gives her a sidelong glance, he hates it when his friend uses that overbearing motherly tone, he's unable to deny her what she asks whenever she does, he nods and stops what he's doing, wiping his hands.

"What happened at the party?"

"...We kissed..." He whispers and Carol's eyes sparkle with excitement.

"Oh Daryl, what kinky thing did you propose to do?" he knows his friend's voice is laced with irony, but he doesn't feel like playing along.

"I told her she deserved better..." he confesses and Carol's smile falters.

"But Daryl, she..."

"Yes, I know, but no." He denies again. "And ain't need yer advice, or yer comfort, not this time, Carol. It's my decision."

"It's a stupid decision, you know that, don't you?" She's still angry, but she can't burden him within her nonchalant gesture she knows her friend is having a hard time.

That doesn't mean she's going to listen to him.

***

"Daryl." Carl shows up by the garage that afternoon, Daryl has returned from a patrol with Aaron after several days of scouting around.

"Hey kiddo, what's up?"

"Uhm I need your help, Dad and Michonne have left me in charge of Judith, but something's happened..." He lowers his head nervously and Daryl gets nervous.

The two rush home, Carl looking so agitated that the older man's distress grows by the minute. When they arrive at the Grimes' house, Carl stands in the doorway and points upstairs to where the baby's room is. Nothing is heard, no crying, no laughter, nothing, and that shrinks the archer's heart. Without waiting for the young man to follow him, he goes up the stairs two at a time. Everything is in darkness, in the distance, in a room with a half-open door, a small hand can be seen, someone lying on the floor.

Daryl enters the room like a hurricane, his heart hammering in his ears, his pulse racing and barely able to breathe. But there is no Judith. What's on the floor is a doll. He hears the street door close and the bedroom door close. When he turns around he discovers you there, leaning against the door, arms folded across your chest, scowling at him. His heart stops and the blood freezes in his veins.

Caught.

He shifts nervously, picks up the doll from the floor and looks at it in his hands, looks at you and points at the object.

"Twisted..."

"You asked for it, it's impossible to talk to you." You shrug, you know it was cruel, putting Judith in danger even if it's fictional.

Daryl puts the doll down on the bed and looks around, there's a window, the house isn't very high and there's the porch roof, he could jump through it and run away that way.

"Don't even try." You say reading his mind. "I've jammed the window so you can't open it, so you have no escape."

"How did ya come up with all this?"

"Carol gave me some ideas."

"Of course..." He growls clenching his fists. he's going to kill his best friend. "Listen to me..."

"No, you listen to me." You cut him off. "That night you walked out without letting me explain myself, you spouted all that shit and you didn't even hear my opinion, well, now you're going to hear it, whether you want to or not." You're still angry, hurt, anger makes your voice vibrate just like your body, you don't handle anger well, you're not an irascible person and it frustrates you when you find yourself like this.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"No! Fuck no, we kissed, I kissed you and you kissed me and suddenly everything went to shit." You snap and fidget nervously. "I love you, Daryl, a lot and for a long time, but I'm sure you knew that, but it was easier to pretend I didn't." You lick your lips and sigh. "I joked and fooled around trying to figure out where the line was, but you never stopped me, so I thought maybe it wasn't just me, that you were too..." You look sideways at him, but he has his eyes glued to the floor. "Then you got jealous with Spencer and my hopes went up..." You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you rub your eyes. You don't want to cry. "But you can't tell me you don't want to be with me because I don't deserve you..." Your voice sounds broken and Daryl lifts his head, he doesn't want to make you cry. "If you don't feel the same way, if I've misunderstood all this, I apologize and I'd like us to be friends again, like before, but you can't reject me just because you think I don't deserve you..."

"It's just that ya deserve better, ain't..."

"How can you say that? I don't know anyone better than you, Daryl. You say you're just a redneck, you're good for nothing and I say bullshit!" You burst out and Daryl looks at you with wide eyes. "I don't know anyone who deserves to be happy more than you." You whisper and wipe away a few tears that run down your face, Daryl slowly walks towards you. "I don't care that you're made for this world, because, after all, we've all adapted, but you're so much more than a soldier, than a redneck; you're a good man, and kind, you're faithful and loyal to your people, you're protective and loving, you take care of the children, you make sure no one lacks food, no one is cold or afraid at night. You are everything I want..." You confess and Daryl feels as if he himself could burst into tears at any moment. "So if you don't feel the same way I do, I'll understand and let you go, but if you really have feelings for me, I don't..." You can't finish the sentence.

Daryl holds your cheeks and kisses you intensely. You gasp for a second, but you're not going to let him pull away, you stand on your tiptoes and reciprocate his kiss. Daryl growls against your mouth and pushes your body against the door as his tongue tangles with yours, your whole body trembles, wrapped in too many feelings you don't know how to express, too long repressing yourself and finally being reciprocated.

"Yer everythin' I want too..." Daryl whispers when you break the kiss and you both smile.

***

The End.

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Again, thank you so much for the request idea I loved to write it! And thanks for trust in my writing for make this idea real. It was a honor to me. At first I wanted to make smut but I liked the romantic moment, I hope you don't mind.

I hope you liked it and it was what you expected!

See you in the next stories!!

[sexydreamgirl]

Hi Hera my love, I haven't been on here for a while, I wrote something really lengthy I hope you don't mind, I'm so sorry about this though, I hope you get this though, I don't know if you got my last ask, because I saw you answered one but idk if you got the other one🙃 I was reading your stuff about feeling and I wrote this long ass thing about my thoughts on it😭(I wrote this before so keep that in mind Incase I just repeat what you said or if I misunderstood anything or have a bad view on anything, if so please correct me) once again I'm so sorry this is so long😭

I'm sorry in advance for all of this being so long😭😭😭 I hope you get this omg🙃

I just had an in depth talk with myself, I realized I was unconsciously albeit consciously in some way, manifested someone who I deeply feel for that's a fictional character. The realization was that this feeling I kept having was what kept me REALLY manifesting him, he makes me feel extremely happy, excited, just in love(it might seem crazy to absolutely adore a fictional character but we've all been there and if you haven't...well we're into law of assumption so anything can come true), with him, every thought I had about him was of absolutely euphoria, and I realized with that thought the feeling of euphoria always followed, it made me feel like even though he's in my head I HAVE him, I felt him, his face, his smile, his hair, him.

I have him regardless of what people say about how crazy it must be to absolutely love a fictional character, regardless of all of that. I have him, because it's like, you know when someone you love dies? Of course you mourn for them for a while but eventually you realize even though you can't feel them, touch them, they're still there, whether it be in memories, people, gifts, sentimental things, music, dreams, even if you feel like they're always there with you, in your heart and as long as you have them in your heart and actively in your mind, they're always there.

And I remember someone once telling me when I was REALLY insecure and when I used to believe God was external and not internal,

Person: "if you believe in God, pray to him, you believe he's there right?" "yes." "Then when someone tells you you're beautiful, even if you specifically cannot see it yourself, just like you acknowledge God is there, hearing, you feel him even if you can't see him, why can't you acknowledge your beauty is also there especially since others can see it?" (I remember telling you about this I think).

I feel like in some way it works with the Law as well, you're God, you can't see your power, it's like I always love saying about stretch marks(random in this ask I know), "when you have stretch marks, it's like your bodies way of not being able to contain your own beauty so it presents lightning strikes in it's wake because it's unable to completely contain the beauty you hold." The power is in you, you can't see it because you've spent most of your life acknowledging how out of control you're in, we've ALL heard that BS of "everything happens for a reason," (hell I used to say this a lot🙄) "nothing good comes without hard work," all that shit, you're not rewiring your mind when it comes to the law of assumption unless you want to call it that, you're remembering who you were always have been.

I know law of assumption isn't just about the feeling only(some people even say it's not about feeling at all), it's also about the thoughts, the mindset, the state, the method (affirming etc), but the feeling I've realized is what really makes me feel that it's real, like when I think of him I'm like wow he's so beautiful, I feel the hugs, I feel the love, so much love, I'm crying about it as I write this because that's how much love I feel, the safety he brings me, the peace I feel. So my advice to anyone who wants either SPs, an amazing life, a mansion, more, try thinking about that one thing that makes you REALLY feel, not frustration, not sadness, but happiness, love, fulfilled, for example what's one thing you can revolve your entire Desire life around? Something that makes you so happy, your heart warms up? I'll use mine for example, with him, I see everything, an amazing life, adventure, everything and even more, and when I think of him I feel those things too, I feel the happiness of having those things with him. So if for example you want financial freedom for you and your family? Imagine when you finally get that mansion, your family being happy, whatever it is that makes you the happiest, feel the most warmth in your heart, see it all in your head, then LET GO, this is still the law of assumption, do not attach yourself to this, it's not an obsession, obsessions results from a place of lack, things/people you cannot obtain so you constantly try to obtain more information or closeness to it, that's not what this is, what this is, is you realizing how happy this makes you feel and realizing, you realize that even if you feel like your thoughts may not be real(FOR THE TIME BEING) this feeling of happiness IS.

I know facts are real and not feelings, but lets be real here most of us have always felt AT ONE POINT (hopefully not anymore 👀) that the things we are manifesting now were once "impossible," so much that probably even once in our journey we said, "there's no way this is so easy." BUT IT IS, make it easy for yourself, everytime you breathe you manifest? It is done, because you said so. Everytime you feel sad, you manifest? It's done because you said so. I realized this is probably what makes a lot of people doubt themselves, when you affirm and affirm, a lot of people says "it doesn't feel real," because as they manifest they FEEL anxiety, they FEEL nervous like nothing is gonna happen, they probably trust their feelings more than their minds and I understand that because bruh I have horrible intrusive thoughts, but for some reason whenever I really FEEL something those thoughts never bother me.

We all know the statement "love is blind," because even the strongest minded person can have their feelings overtake their thoughts. A lot of people say the "state of wish fulfilled" which is a state of mind which is also a "feeling of wish fulfilled," you're ABSOLUTELY sure, completely free of anxiety, all doubt, you just feel content, happiness, peace.

Another example is when you listen to music, you're in whatever state that song presents, I'm not saying stay in this fake happiness, no that's unhealthy, don't do that, what I'm saying is if you're affirming find something that triggers an emotional response in the best way possible, if you're visualizing FEEL the things you're visualizing (which is what happens anyway), if the thing that triggers happiness is a person and you're manifesting a mansion? Show that person your mansion, show them your new amazing life, if you feel a lack when it comes to them too? Try a thing, something specific, a teddy bear you had in your childhood? You're carrying it with you and holding it.

Age regression is something that might be helpful to childhood trauma survivors(I am and I am also a pyschology major btw anyone can use this not just survivors), it can also help people who need help manifesting, go back to that childhood place, that feeling of everything is magical, everything is possible in your imagination, why do you think so many people think children/animals are more prone to seeing things like spirits(both dogs and children) and fairies(just children)? Because they're young(fun fact I included animals because animals can grow into the mindset of two year olds meaning they can learn as much as a child that is two or three years old) they have a LIMITLESS mindset, their minds aren't tainted by crappy sayings like "work hard or you're never gonna accomplish anything." They live in their head, which is what you should as well, your child self is still there, you just repressed them, whenever you're manifesting bring them out a little, that fun, happy, limitless being you've always been EVEN as a child.

-🥺💖

Again I'm sorry the length of this is😭🙃

Oh this encapsulates feeling so WELL thank you, angel!

[sakuraryomen01]

I just wanted to say I’m very new to the jjk fandom (like as of last week) and I’m reading your lost lamb story and WOW- it’s just so good 😭 I’m hooked. I love the way sukuna is wrote and urame is such a great side character! It’s already made it into my fave fics list. Hope you have a great night 💕

ty sm for picking my fanfic as a first to read ><

it's been a while since i last did anything for lost lamb and i still find it touching that so many ppl r still reading it lol, it's just crazy to me ~~;;;;;

anyways, welcome to the jjk fandom and i hope that u enjoy more fanfics and drabbles <3

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Hi!! Nilgiri tea is not too strong and not too fragrant but it has a really subtle flavor that makes it go perfectly with any combinations!! I've drank it black, with milk, with sugar, without sugar, with citrus in it, with honey in it- anything! It still tastes so authentic like it just- yes. 🥺 You can either strain it or buy the powdered one (idk if you get it outside india tho-) Nilgiri is a mountain range in India close-ish to where I live :) Darjeeling is also a place in India, btw :3 I am not too knowledgeable about tea TT BUT- Ask me anything you want about Indian teas (👌) :D And I hope I can come to you for any tea advice for myself? :3 Ooh!! I've been staying here for a couple of months! In D.C actually, and thanks for being so considerate, aww!! I came here for...visiting my parents (they work here) + relaxing + studying?? My college entrance exams are in a few months (aka the big thing) so I am just using the alone time here since at home I live with ALL my younger cousins TT Wow, really?? I'm the first?? o-O I am honored haha!! Thank you so much for the support, I'll do my best! 😭 Ngl, winters back at home (where I live in India ofc, India has too many temperature ranges) rarely go below 25 C or 77 F so yeah, it's cold here 🥶 Waaah?? That's so cold TT I'm glad you wrote F yeah, I am too used to reading temps in Celsius lol :'D OMG! SHOW US! Cute bakeries>>>> there's just something about it TT I hope you had a good lunch break!!! Take care!! I just finished my lunch too! Had ice cream for dessert! (I'm a sucker for ice cream TTvTT) Bye bye!!!

Wow! Okay, so I just looked it up and it's similar to black tea but without becoming bitter or astringent 😱 Amazing! It also says that it makes an amazing iced tea as well 😳 I must have some! I'll have to place an order for online to get it, but thats fine. I get all of my other tea online as well. Yes, I would love to know more about Indian tea culture and the types of teas you have! And of course, you can ask me anything about tea as well 😊 Oh, DC is a pretty big place! Never been myself, but I've driven past it. It must be wondeful to visit with your parents. I'm glad you're getting to spend time with them 🥰 How many cousins do you have? That must be stressful at times too. Ah, so that's why you're so nervous, and very understandable! I'm sure you'll do well though. Where are you looking to apply? In the US, in India, or maybe somewhere else? I always wanted to study abroad while I was in college, but I could never afford it 😅 Whoah, 77 °F during winter 😱 That sounds amazing! I wish lol. This cold snap must really be throwing you for a loop! I wish you could have come at a better time. The US can be really beautiful in the spring, summer, or fall. Also, DC doesn't get much snow and thats pretty much the only cool thing about winter. Other than maybe Christmas. I do like icecream, but not in the winter 😅 Maybe if it's paired with warm apple pie or hot peach cobbler... Eek, I'm making myself hungry again.

Here is the dessert I bought 🤤

It's a raspberry mousse with an a mini cheesecake inside 😱 It was soooooo good! I'm just finishing up my afternoon break, so it's time to go back to work! Have a lovely rest of your day 💚

[levi-supreme]

Hi Rei 😊

A Reivi question... at some point did any of you tell the other 'who would have thought we end up like this? Married and with four children?🥰'

You know...that feeling when you look at your person and think 'wow, it's almost miraculous I met him and now we're married'

🥺🥺🥺🥺 anon I— *swoons* I think of this all day every day 😭💕 like, I must have saved a country and accumulated lots of good fortune to be able to meet and marry someone like Levi ❤️ I don't think Levi and I ever mentioned about this to each other so openly, but... yeah. We really appreciate each other very much.

Of course we have our share of quarrels and arguments too (mostly because of my insecurity and Levi's insensitivity lol), but ultimately, I feel like Levi and I were really made for each other. Every day with Levi has been filled with love and happiness and I'm just so thankful to have him in my life 🥰

We love children and we always knew we'd have one of our own, but wow to be blessed with four children is just so fortunate too (Renée was planned, the twins and Charlotte aren't HAHA) 💕 indeed, it really was a miracle to meet someone like Levi. He keeps me grounded when I'm being too impractical, and being with me helped Levi become more open to expressing his thoughts and emotions instead of keeping everything to himself. I really don't know what I'll do if I didn't meet him 🥺 (I explained more about what I love about Reivi here!!)

And......... I also wrote about this very briefly in Levi's birthday fic last year!! <3 you can read 'birthdays' over here hehe. I'll leave a snippet of the fic below the cut too, so you don't have to read through the whole thing if you don't want to!!

“Well, learn to control yourself then, Levi Ackerman,” it was my turn to tease Levi as I kept the remaining cake in the fridge and walked him towards our living room. Levi gave me a confused look. “Remember your birthday seven years ago, when we just got married and moved in here?” Levi and I looked at each other as I locked my hands behind his neck while Levi’s arms were around my waist. 

“Yeah, of course. We were slow dancing, just like what we’re doing now.” Levi rubbed his nose against mine and closed his eyes. 

“And you suddenly blurted out saying you wanted us to be parents to human babies,” I laughed a little louder, “and I honestly can’t believe you actually said it so bluntly, amour.” Levi smiled at the memory. 

“I didn’t blurt it out 'suddenly’. Everything was leading up to it nicely.” Levi commented and I chuckled, pulling Levi closer to me. It seemed so long ago, yet it felt so close to our hearts as well. We looked each other in the eye, slowly dancing around in circles. Has it really been seven years since we got married? Where did all the time go?

“Look at us now, seven years later,” Levi pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead, “who would have thought we would have so many kids." 

"Why, having second thoughts?" 

"Tch, 'course not, mon cœur,” Levi rolled his eyes again, “I wouldn’t give this up for anything. You, Renée, the boys, and Charlotte. You and our children are the best thing that happened to me.” Levi gave me another smile as we swayed in synchronised steps. 

“You say the same thing every year.” I laughed, recalling what Levi told me on his birthday last year.

“It’s the truth.” The both of us looked at each other as we stopped in our steps. After a few moments, Levi tightened his hold around me and hugged me close, resting his chin comfortably on my shoulder. We remained in each other’s embrace. Suddenly, a wave of emotions started to overwhelm me as I thought about how far Levi and I had come. Damn it, Rei! This isn’t the time to get sentimental. I could hear Levi sniffle his nose a little, and I knew he was thinking the same. I quickly blinked away the tears that were dotting my lashline and kissed Levi’s cheek. 

[fragileizywriting]

I 100% think you should look into self publishing!!! You’d for sure have to change the characters’ names though because Zag is not afraid of suing 😭 (-not relevant but this is Emmy btw)

hi emmy!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah it’s been suggested to be for a while now that i should consider making some of my au’s (demon lovin in particular) into an Actual Thing one day, and if that’s the case i definitely wouldn’t mind. maybe. who knows?

the idea of having a physical copy of one of my au’s makes me feel a little estranged. staring at a book and going “ohhhh wow i wrote that,” but then also “oh my god i wrote that” and it’s physical and in my hand and Exists and, holy hell. idk how to explain it other than like i think i would fry my head if i ever got a book in my hands that was written by me. (it’s always been a dream of mine to write a book, ever since i was ten. i still have the folders that i would write in with all of my nonsensical sci-fi stories that would never resolve into anything. i have so many oc’s, christ.) i’m going off topic here

maybe one day i’ll have the courage to selfpublish 👉🏼👈🏼😰 but i’m not sure. it’ll definitely have to be an au that i wouldn’t mind having the names changed and still work in the constraints (so something like fire lily petals works and so does demon lovin, since they’re not really miraculous related) or… who knows??

[personasintro]

Hello Mimi,

I actually don’t have anything to ask or something 😅 but I just really wanted to say how much I appreciate your work, and I’m sure everyone else does too. I find so much comfort in your works, and I’m always so happy and hyped whenever you post, even if it’s just a little drabble. I don’t know how you do it, but you always write your stories so beautiful and also so realistic which just makes you want to read even more, it started with your Stay High story, which was literally one of the best stories I’ve ever read (on a side note, I cried the whole time while I was reading the story because you wrote it soooo good and so well thought out that it just hit me so hard. I’m actually not a soft person and don’t cry easily, but I just couldn’t stop reading it (I read it in one night)) and after that one I discovered Away from You and FELL IN LOVE. I’ve been waiting since the last update, but I’m sure you’re going to write something mind blowing as you always do. I think I read every story you wrote that I could find. I hope you continue writing these amazing stories and always have fun writing them, wishing only the best for you and take care of yourself! 🤍 

oh wow 😯 this is one of the reasons why I push myself to write more because I keep thinking about you guys and how supportive you are 😭 it’s so lovely to read this, especially since I get insecure about my writing sometimes (it’s absolutely “a me” problem and I’m stubborn, so no matter what anyone says, I still think my own way) and recently, I started to feel like that more so to receive so many loving and supportive messages just makes me think I don’t deserve any of it 😭 I’m so thankful, thank you so much!! 🫶💕

[nonclassyparty]

I think I am at a loss for words to show my breathlessness at the reading I have just done. You've done it again, you've made me a passenger on the most turbulently beautiful roller coaster, with a myriad of highs and lows that made it truthfully memorable.

My heart won't stop thinking about it, and maybe skipping a beat or two waiting to read you again. I'll definitely be going back through this playlist, both written and musical. And how can I not? If every single thing you do is impossible not to love. It's in the emphasis of emotions, the visual and auditory dedication, the precision in the details, how from various things you manage to originate something new and fresh, the subtle references, ... It's such a unique creation, it says a lot about who is behind it, even if we don't know each other personally.

So I come to my favourite part of the acknowledgements I do.... The questions:

- Apart from using romcoms as inspiration, have you based any facts or characters on any person in your life?

- What was the thing that made you want to write this wonder? And how is your process of developing ideas (the writer in me is curious)?

- Do you have a specific photograph that inspired you to come up with the outfits for her? And if so, as I've seen with the skirt, and if it's not too pertinent, are they based on your own wardrobe?

- What's your take on love? Whether it's a specific setting, a song, a character you've written, a detail or anything really! We're so used to getting our eyes drenched in tears with the delicious angst of your stories, so it's interesting for me to know what a more erm... Loving? By this author (if your pronouns are female, if not, correct me!)

- How come every one of your Wooyoungs is so easy to love? There's no way to hate them. They are like an accumulation of characteristics that together form the most perfect combination, both in their flaws and in their virtues.

- In SVOH, at the end you bring closure to the protagonist's relationship with Wooyoung and introduce the character of Sunny, at what point in the timeline does this happen? After the end? I assume

I have many more questions but I'll leave them for another day, let's go little by little. I wanted to thank you for awakening an inner Sunny in me that I had, but for fear I hadn't let out. I will be stronger. Thank you so much for letting us read your amazing stories on this platform, it's always a joy to read you.

Best regards, love you author-ssi!

(I found the -ssi pretty endearing)

Nananon 🤍

well wait a damn minute. i had to sit down for this one. first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH. i don't know what else to say because wow you talked me up way too much with this😭 thank you seriously💗

now for the questions;

errr i honestly don't know about the characters? they just wrote themselves for this one i guess BUT for the facts, when sunny said her dad's car broke down on the day she was born that was the experience of my father except his car lit up on fire on his way to the hospital so that was something i decided to add bc it just seemed to fit sunny😭

well when i posted wooyoung's svoh part a lot of people wanted me to do an alternative ending for it and i don't like those so i was against it but i still wanted to give a better ending for him so i decided to write this one-shot for him. and since obviously he got his heart broken in 'when you end it' i had to show how it affected him in this one and the idea for sunny's character came from there (also i'm a huge sucker for stories when one lead is gloomy and cynical while the other is a literal ray of sunshine 😭 ). im a big fan of john hughes' movies so i was inspired a lot by them for this story and recently i've been really into writing feel-good pieces, with heartwarming, sweet and a little bit cheesy moments bc i love reading stuff like that so i decided to give it a try. my process of developing ideas goes a little bit like this; i figure out the climax first for some reason and build everything leading up to it and following after it based on the climax. my drafts consist of literally each scene in the story described in a sentence or two when that's done, i decide on something completely random that i want to weave through the story to make it sort of tied together for example; in sr it's y/n's visions of her art in her head, for wooyoung's playlist it was sunny's radio show. i find that it makes the story seem a lot more put together and its also sorta cute to me😭

sunny's wardrobe was based on her character, i didn't have a specific style for her i just knew she wears whatever she feels like and doesn't stick to specific trends or anything. plus i love fashion so it's fun to pick out outfits for my characters and i know how someone dresses isn't a reflection of who they are as a person but in my stories IT IS! 😭 one more proof that i take a lot of inspo from movies bc i play a lot into the stereotypes from them when it comes to my characters but idk how to explain it, i think it just helps everyone imagine the characters better 😭 sunny's wardrobe was kind of based on my wardrobe but maybe 10x when it comes to how colorful it is lol

whew this one is kinda hard. but i actually have a winnie the pooh quote (😭😭😭) which i think describes it perfectly; “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in our heart.” and that's just so true. little simple gestures can be done by anyone and yet they're not. which is why i think they're so important. they literally cost nothing but are worth a whole lot to me 😭

errrrr i am wooyoung's no.1 fan so i just think i'm incapable of writing him as anything but loveable no matter what. i watch a lot of atz content so i think i pick up things from that as well😭 he's very endearing

wooyoung's playlist takes time when svoh!y/n meets mingi and starts her relationship with him.

wow thank you so much for these wonderful questions, they were very fun to answer!!! and i'm really glad you enjoyed the story as well ❤️

[fuwushiguro]

hope you're having a great day luxe <3

i know that you probably get a ton of asks about wusyaname and maybe its a bit tiring to read about it but you dont understand how much i love the dynamic. mean!megumi?? nobody writes him like you do. im genuinely in love with your writting style. i love how reader is a torn between yuji and megumi. i love how reader is trying to convince herself of possibly feelings shes trying to deny all while trying her best in staying loyal to yuji- who- doesnt have contact with her for a while (up until the latest chapter(s) AND megumi is kind of warming up to her(WHICH WAS AMAZINGLY WRITTEN) and honestly, im not sure what to think about wusyaname!megumi now cuz as much as i wanna love him hes just done so many things man 😭 and also can we talk about the pacing? literally perfect. absolutely, genuinely, perfect. one issue i have with reading is i cant seem to find the fics with good pacing. its either too slow or too fast-paced. and wow, yours though? it had my CAPTIVATED and gripping my seat for the next chapter istg. im so happy with how all your works turn out. and not only do i love wusyaname, i thoroughly enjoyed you deserve roses and you know this ohhh lord i cannot tell you how good this was. literally brought me to tears. i know this was a little while ago but i still think about it daily <3 it was so beautifully written, you have the hands of angels i swear. your writting literally cured my acne and made my lactose intolerance go away. that fr tho had me crying and sliding down my wall. i dont know why i torture myself with cheating fanfics it HURTS man but i am so happy i read the ones you wrote because i got a taste of fucking HEAVEN. and the one sentence that went like "he was yours before his wife came" (i know its not exact) had my heart hurting man. i was literally sobbing why do i do this to myself 😭 it was so fucking deep and quite literally made me cry, oh my God, that was heavenly luxe. you are the most talented writter ever, i swear.

thank you luxe for everything you do please have an amazing day/night/evening <33 (also i saw your rb on sending long messages lol i finally have the courage to write this now <3)

wusyaname asks are pretty much the only ones i get about my fics which is always welcome i love talking about it so i dont mind if u wanna come here and gush over it hehe, gives me a reason to keep writing it! i dont even remember how i got the idea for bully megumi and this entire series but ive been writing it for over a year now and im so glad i decided to continue writing and that so many people have stuck with it and are still reading it to this day 🥺

but O M G that toji fic killed me!! another one i loved writing since it was based on a dream so im glad i have that fic to remember it in a weird way? like, it was a horrible dream where I woke up crying but it's cool that I dreamt about my absolute fave it was v cool in a way. its v v v emotional I definitely added a lot more plot into the fic but the dream was a bit different and just SO emotional wow.............

but omg thank you so much for your praise im not sure i deserve it tbh but i appreciate it so much! thank you for sending me such a sweet and beautiful ask it means the world to me, truly. feel free to send an ask whenever u wanna chat or anything pls dont be shy i dont bite <3

[1d1195]

Definitely get the whole vibe of everyone relying on you! I basically have the same role in my family too :/ While i would literally do anything for my family(not extended family bc thats a DIFFERENT story lol) it is very draining especially when at times it may not be reciprocated in a way that actually helps. So youre not alone in that and it doesn't make you a bad person for saying those things either! And yeah i did say im the eldest daughter! I only have one sibling which is my brother but he's only 2 years younger than me. We are actually very close and i love him to death! BUT what's wild is that personally I don't think we are too similar but apparently we are according to others lol We are also both Aquarians which is also WILD!

ANYWAYSSSSSS That is kinda sad to think about it like that :( But honestly I think you would love to see and particpate in a Day of the Dead celebration! It's just a different way of viewing death and th process of it like making the offerings and decorating is so fun! Well at least when we do it we cook/buy our loved ones fave foods and it comes naturally the nice memories we have shared with them. also idk if i've mentioned this but i LOVE flowers like obsessed! so I enjoy that aspect too! Plus it really does kick off your b-day month so IT"S A WIN! also WE ARE THE SAME once again, i have ALWAYS been obsessed with my ancestry too! Have you taken one of those DNA tests or Ancestry tests??? And you can ask whenever/whatever you want!

I say you could totally write a cool biography or even like a memoir! I think that would be such a fun little project even if it's just for yourself!

like bestie you don't understand, this man's arms look GOOD so i get the vibe of liking forearms! it's totally not weird! I mean I have a thing for noses(according to my friends bc i have never truly noticed 😭) and hands! Or maybe something might be wrong with me 😂

It was for a good deal too! It was $10 for a HARDCOVER of Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and im exicted since it looks like I might actually start this book lol Have you read anything fun or new recently?

ALSO SAM THE RIGHT HERE EXTRA WAS SO GOOD 😭I forgot how cute these two are and how perfect they are 😭 Harry in this is just so 😭 i love a good sick fic and the comfort of it all! BUT HER SAYING I LOVE YOU FIRST!? Why did i think Harry already said that?? lol But I found it so cute it was her and its so perfect the way you wrote about how knowing that Harry loved her back was like the last thing for her to FULLY be herself! loved it so much Sam, you never disappoint!-💜

That's so funny. My extended family is a mess too. I was actually discussing it with one of my aunts on my mom's side this weekend. My dad's side is A LOT™ Like idk what happened we were discussing it and I was like "wow, i love these people but I do not like them. wtf." That's cool you have a brother, I always wanted a brother. But I'm def the son my parents never had either lol. I bet you're a killer older sister. My sister is also ~2 years younger than me and that's so wild how similar we are! My sister is way more outgoing than I am, she's probs smarter, and infinitely more confident (I said double it and give it to the next one in the womb). What's your brother like? It's funny you think you're not like him but others do! I think my sister and I are different but we have SO many similarities.

I've done 23 and Me! The results were unsurprising. I was hoping for more nitty gritty details but I'd like to do the Ancestry one too because then I could maybe get some of the more interesting info I want. Okay you've convinced me. Maybe I'll write a memoir 😂 OH I LOVE FLOWERS TOO! I bought a headband at TJMaxx and wore it. My coworker (Spanish teacher) loved it! It had really pretty flowers and I know I mentioned it last but I think Coco is one of the most BEAUTIFUL Disney movies on the planet and it's DEFINITELY the flowers. That's a beautiful tradition--eating their favorite food 😭 that's so so nice. I hope I can participate somehow sometime that would be really cool.

Noses and forearms aren't we a pair!? 😭

Picture of Dorian Gray is on my bookshelf! I tried reading it years ago but I struggled. It's on my shelf though so it means it's gonna be read by the end of the year hahahaha Let me know how you like it! 😊

HAHAHAHAHA I always go back and reread when I write a new part to check for plot holes but I REALLY had to go back and read to see if he said it (if you read between the lines of the original part he def says it) I feel like I kinda struggled falling in love--as much as I write about it I feel like there's something wrong with me--love in books and the way I feel love is very different. Idk maybe I'm weird. I've been fantasizing about love since I was 11/12/13. Maybe I set myself up for failure in believing the stories more than reality. ALL OF THAT was to say that I think I wrote her just finally feeling at peace to be herself, to really feel in love because it's something I always struggled with.

Thank you for being the utmost supportive in everything 💕

xoxo

[ecstasykittiee]

Andres, since I met you I knew we wouldn’t be able to stay away from eachother, from the moment I hugged you in school when we were just “friends”. From the moment I laid my eyes on you outside of the school cafeteria when we stood across from eachother I knew I didn’t want to be just “friends” you caught my eyes from your hair & style. I was blushing from across you all nervous wanting to talk to you, I’ve never been so confident wanting to ask someone something like that before, I knew I wanted you since the beginning. I’m so glad to be your first everything, I’m so glad you gave me our son. You’re an amazing dad & I know you try hard to be a great boyfriend as well, but of course we have our ups & downs. Nothing is perfect, except you. I love your freckles on your nose, your under eye bags, your cute nose that looks like a button you can press. I love your eyelashes, I love your wavy hair that flows in your face. I love your dark skin, your smell. I could fall asleep holding you everyday (I have). You understand me more than anyone ever has, you get me, I can tell you anything and everything without feeling judged, I can tell you extreme secrets, I can tell you my darkest secrets, I can say the most weirdest darkest shit ever without scaring you away because you get me, I can do anything around you almost as if I’ve known you my whole life, it felt like I’ve known you my whole life. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. & nobody’s ever loved me like you love me. You can put up with my shit & continue to love me. I’m so excited to officially say we’ve been together for 2 years. You’ve been my longest relationship for quite a while now and I’m so glad you are. You’re so perfect andres, without you I am nothing, I miss a part of me without you. You are my happiness, my soulmate, I feel like we share a soul the way we understand eachother, we have something nobody will ever understand. Nobody will ever understand our love for eachother. Our relationship is equivalent to an old couple who’s been together for 50+ years the way we know eachother so well & get eachother. I know we always don’t agree on things, we argue, we fight, we cry we feel miserable. But we still love eachother no matter what. And we both know nobody else can replace one another. NOBODY can replace my andres, & nobody can replace me because if they tried it wouldn’t last very long. Nobody can have you if it’s not me. I hope one day we get married. We already have a family together. Layne & I love you so much. I may be crazy sometimes but I’m crazy over you. If I wasn’t crazy that means I don’t love you😂. But I love you TO DEATH! We are meant to be together forever, we were meant to meet. We are supposed to be together. We will be together forever. We will get married & our relationship will get better I promise. Our love for eachother no matter what will never go away. It’s too powerful. We look so good together, I want to be that couple everyone looks up to and be like “oh wow they are still together”. I wish we didn’t argue so much & get mad at eachother, def something we need to work on my love. I hope to never lose you. that would be the death of me. You’re my other half, we are connected, if you break off of me I am nothing. my happiness is you, my happiness has always been you. I wrote this to let you know that I do love you, and whatever I say or do will NEVER mean I don’t love you. I just need help 😭. Or sometimes I just need you. I just need you to calm me down and tell me it’s okay. Sometimes all it takes is you to be there for me baby. That’s all It needs. It’s me & you 4life baby. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you, please do not ever doubt that I love you. Because I love you till even after death , for eternity.

[howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen]

so I wrote the breaking dawn fic that @teambellaxtherapy ‘s tags on my post made me want to write where bella runs away with jacob after the wedding I hope y’all like it 🥰

@redrosebloom @teamjacobthot @paulxlahotee @renegadepack @rinnderella @leahclearwlwater @musingsofvenus I tried to tag as many bella and jacob fans as I could remember but it’s the middle of the night so I’m sorry I know I'm missing some blogs 😭

“JACOB!” I yelled so loud my voice cracked.

He laughed as I jumped into his open arms and he spun me around. “Hey, Bella.”

I pressed my face into his shoulder, muffling my words. “I can’t believe you made it.”

“I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding day.”

I heard the sadness in his voice and instinctively hugged him tighter.

“It’s okay, Bella. I’ve accepted it now.” He pulled away to look into my eyes, holding my hands in his. “I only want you to be happy. I may not understand it, but…”

“Jake…” My eyes started to fill with tears, and I couldn't stop a few from rolling down my cheeks.

“Oh, honey.” He let go of my hand and gently wiped the tears away with his thumb. “...This is what you want, right?”

I opened my mouth to say, Yes! Of course! I will always love him! How many times do I have to tell you, Jake? But now… here with Jacob… Edward leaving the forest we stood in...

Autumn flashed before my eyes. No. You can’t leave me. Edward. Edward, please.

“Bella? Are you okay?” Jake’s voice sounded almost muted. “You’re gonna break my hand if you squeeze it any tighter.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head quickly, trying to erase the images from my mind. I looked back at Jake, his face scrunched up with worry.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever feel like maybe you…”

He took his other hand and clasped it over mine.

“I think I made a mistake, Jake.” I choked on my words.

We stood in silence for a bit, neither of us sure what to do.

Jacob took a deep breath. “Why don’t we sit down, and you can tell me what’s going on?” He led me to a tree stump and set down his jacket before gesturing to me to sit.

We sat side by side. Jake looked right at me while I stared down at my feet, my hair covering my eyes. I squeezed his hand tight for a moment before letting go, preparing myself for what I was about to admit.

I chose my words carefully. “Ever since… last fall, everything’s been such a blur. I knew what I wanted, and every time someone pushed me on it, I dug my heels in even further. I should know what I want. No one can tell me that.”

I took in a shaky breath and slowly let it out as Jake reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear. His warm fingers made me realize how cold I was. A shiver ran through me.

He moved closer to my side. “So what’s bothering you now?”

“I was so confident, so sure about him. I didn’t let anything get in my way, and now that it’s all over…” I toyed with the ring, sliding it off my finger and studying it.

“I think I made the wrong choice, Jake. And I think it’s too late.” I suddenly realized how desperate I felt, my hands starting to shake. The ring fell to the forest floor. “I don’t know what to do.”

My eyes blurred with tears, the only thing I could see being Jacob’s hands grabbing onto mine to steady them.

“Well, it’s better now than later.”

I exhaled through my nose, not quite a snort. “Wow, that’s helpful.”

He laughed, unaffected by my sarcasm. “What I mean is, it’s not too late, Bella.”

“How is it not too late? I just got married, Jake!”

“You haven't signed the marriage license yet, have you?”

I was about to argue back, but I realized he was right. “Oh.”

He took another deep breath. “Listen. I don’t want you to rush into a decision again, but I want you to know that this isn’t the end. If you want to get away from here, you can do that. You’re free to do whatever you need to do. And if he gets in your way, I’ve got your back.”

I turned to face him. “Jacob.” My heart was racing at the speed of light. Was I really going to say it?

“Yeah?” He seemed as cool as a cucumber on the outside, but I wondered what he was thinking.

I just needed to say it. No one was here, just me and him. “Jacob… I love you.”

My silence was met with his huge grin. “I love you too, Bella.”

Hearing those words for the first time from my Jacob… I couldn’t describe the warmth I felt. Overwhelmed with emotion, I almost knocked him over crashing into a hug.

He laughed loudly, the sound echoing into the forest. His arms wrapped around me and he stroked my hair.

I wanted to never let go.

“I hate to ruin the moment,” Jake whispered. “But Eddie boy will be coming back soon.”

My muscles tensed and I let go of him. I whispered back. “What do we do?”

“Well-”

“Wait, where’s the ring?” I panicked, pulling my dress up to see the ground beneath my feet. “I can’t see it!”

Jake knelt down and grabbed it. He rose to his feet and held it out to me, smiling. “No offense, Bella, but it’s kinda ugly.”

I was so shocked by the action that I didn’t process what he said. I tried to pretend like it didn’t affect me and quickly grabbed the ring.

He rushed to cover for his joke. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, it’s fine.” I giggled, turning it over in my hands before setting it on the tree stump. “It is kinda gaudy.”

We both laughed harder than we should have, probably from the intensity of the moment before it.

I sighed as the laughter died down. “So what do we do now? I can’t just leave him without a word. I mean, I do still care about him.”

“That’s up to you, Bella. But I think it’d be okay to sleep on it.”

“You’re probably right.” I thought for a moment. “But I don’t know a place I could go where he wouldn’t look for me.”

“I could ask Emily if you could stay the night. I’m sure she’d say yes.” He smiled gently.

I never did anything like this. But if there was someone I would trust with my secret, I knew it would be Emily.

“Okay.” I nodded with a smile. “Let’s go.” I held out my hand and he took it in his, as he always did.