#first time writing a fanfic don't mind me plz

[satanisaware]

A Welcome Home Fan-Fanfic [demo]

Idea by: Lapinity (me)

Welcome home by: party_coffin

One of the former "Playfellow Workshop" studio workers had the good fortune of finding the website for the restoration of the TV show Welcome Home through controversialists on social networking sites, and when she did her own research, she found these strange audio clips scattered throughout the site, and thanks also go to the fans for guiding her to the site. How to access some other secrets on the site, so... Gwendolyn decided to mess around and search for herself everything that was happening and whether this was one of the pranks or if the original studio was doing it... by visiting its strategic location itself, which... She still remembers well.

As would be expected for a studio, it was completely deserted, and the entire building was probably worn out after being abandoned for a long period. When Gwen sneaked inside, although the walls and decorations were full of vibrant colors, they seemed drained and lifeless at the same time, except for one object that was still bright and radiant. It was the audience’s favorite puppet and the one who played the main role in the TV show...Wally Darling.

It was strange for Gwen to see him in good condition, unlike the whole place, which made her take him with her and return to her house so that she could examine him to see if anyone had exploited him to do something forbidden or illegal. As soon as he took him home and placed him on one of the tables so she could prepare herself by smoking, she turned around and noticed that he was the puppet she had left motionless and lifeless...alive.

Although it was unbelievable for Gwen and she couldn't help herself from fainting, she regained her normalcy as soon as she woke up, thanks to Wally of course; He tried hard with his woolen hands to gently slap her face to wake her up, even though he did not understand why she fell to the ground as soon as he saw him move. Gwen did not ask Wally much about how he moved like this without an intruder, because asking Wally these questions would be considered something illogical, to him, at least.

As soon as she took him and placed him on her desk to examine him, she was unable to examine him carefully as she had planned, because, by nature, he did not understand the purpose of what she was doing. When she picked up his face and tried to turn it in both directions, he interrupted her by grabbing her hands and resting his face in the palm of her hand, thinking that she was caressing him. This does not make him afraid of her because she is strict towards him and does not feel safe because he is a living puppet and moves and touches things with full awareness. Rather, he is very happy that she hosted him in her house instead of leaving him alone in the abandoned studio.

After she shouted at him instead of justifying her taking him to her house when he asked her about it, she immediately went to sleep, thinking that he would remain as still as he was after he received an order from her not to mess around in the house when she was not around. But he must do the opposite since he is in his new home... as he probably thinks it is. But fate forced him to find her diary, in which she had always written many of the things that she and her deceased child had gone through, except for one page that remained empty... the place of her words was taken by drops of her tears and nothing more... and since then Now, these notes have not been touched at all. Wally was feeling something that he could not describe, but he kept staring at that blank page and feeling the traces of tears on it as if he wanted to understand how depressed Gwen was after her child’s death.

–Flashback:

Gwen used to work as an organizing assistant for the Welcome Home puppet show. A working woman and a sweet mother to her autistic child, things were not difficult for her as long as her child was by her side, safe and sound. She always brought him with her to work so that he could see his favorite puppet, “Wally,” in reality...until the setback occurred and a terrible accident occurred that led to a fire and an explosion. Equipment stationed around the stage. As fate would have it, Gwen realized that her child was close to the stage less than a second before the explosion, and all she could do at that time was try to keep him away from the flying shrapnel as a result of the accident... after it was too late.

–meantime:

In the end, Gwen wakes up the next morning and finds her diary on the table outside the drawer that was in it before, and when she opens it dissatisfiedly, she notices that the empty page is filled with small, comical drawings with crayons. These drawings indicate Gwen’s smiling face, and after the other smiles are scattered. Throughout the page.

"Some Illustrations"

Note: the fanfic is still in progress, Check on my Instagram to see the progress and more stuff about the fanfic.

Thank you for your time~

#welcome home puppet show #welcome home #wally welcome home #welcome home arg #fanfic #fanart #this is not a ship step off #it's something wholesome just to heal my soul #yes I see Wally as a baby boy #first time writing a fanfic don't mind me plz

[sansxreaderbraindump]

"Stored Away" (a story idea)

Plot idea Sans au x reader One day when you were cleaning out your old drawer, you found your 2016 old fanart and fanfiction of you and sans being lovey dovely. you made this way back in middle school before you fell out of the fandom, man you were obsessed with this character and that alone made you cringed. You laughed as you made fun of yourself inside your own mind, going through the drawings and writing. Cringing at every word mistake and not very detailed parts like first meeting then straight towards dating? Kid [name] really wanted to go to the part they wanted. "Thank god, nobody had to see this dumpster fire."

Even though you hated your own old writing and drawings, you were charmed by it. It gave the embarrassing feeling yes, but also made you feel nostalgic.. So you grabbed a Black shoe box and threw in the "sansxreader" trash and stored it away inside your closet. Hoping to god that nobody can ever find it and be lost in time forever. After you finished cleaning out your old dresser, you cleaned yourself up and went to bed, But before you could even settled into bed you heard voices and groans from your closet. * well this isn't how I wanted to come out? * WHO DA F*CK ARE YOU PEOPLE!? WHY THE HELL AM I IN A CLOSET!? OW- BASTERD YOU JUST ELBOWED INTO MY F*CKING RIBS!! * NOW NOW NO NEED FOR CURSING, AS UNORTUNATE THIS SITUATION IS. I, THE MAGNIFENET SANS WILL BREAK OUT OF THIS IMPRESSIVE TRAP NO MATTER WHAT! MEHEHEHEHEH!! * NOW STEP BACK ME'S IM GOING TO FREE US!! * ok. Then BAM! Three sanses just broke out of your closet and in a instant they looked at you. * oh hey look its a human. "WHAT THE FUC-" (end) this very cool idea I agree 😎 also i thought of in the future chapters of this story idea if it becomes a fanfic, i would add in 2 sanses to the mix so you have 5 sanses to make sure you are loved 💪💪♥ Guess that snas's 2 Hints (very obvious) 1: "bro just don't be hungry *dies*" 2. "womp womp womp made ya kill ur own bro :/" did you guess it? YIP YIP HOOARY YOU GUESS IT RIGHT (because it very obvious) ITS HORROR AND DUST!!! :DDD had to put them in because they are my bad boy crushes 🥰 so uh if you reached to the end just want you to know I'm gonna make headcanons of this story ideas so stay around if ya want. (plz)

#sans x reader #undertale x reader #sans au x reader #CRINGE IS DEAD GUYS BE NOT ASHAMED 😎 #i made this because “hehe get it skeletons in ur closet” but also “sansxreader” stuff in ur closet ✨ #rant fanfic idea post

[luv4fandoms]

D'you ever just like.... Binge read an entire blog and start uglysobbing. Because that's me with your works.

The fact that you write for Dwayne (Lost Boys) legit had me weak. I have been in love with this mofo since I was like 14 (and I'm 27 now, so if that's not dedication idek what is) and you... FED ME. And your take on Dwayne is legit how I imagined him, like isn't it just fantastic when you read a fanfic that just makes your brain go "DING DING DING DING JACKPOT" that's me with your Dwayne content, I wanna cry.

If I may, but like please ignore this suggestion if it doesn't inspire you ... I am short af, like 4'11"(1.50m) kinda short, and I am kinda curious... How would Dwayne feel about that? Like how would he act around a very short partner? Is he the teasing type, the protective type, the "ur adorable" type... Does he have a size kink? Would he develop one? ;v;

Again, please just ignore this part of my message if you don't feel inspired by this little suggestion/idea/thing!

And plz keep posting your stuff because your blog legit helped me get out of a very nasty depressive episode and I cannot thank you enough for this!

First off let me just say that I am so freaking honored! Like holy crap! Dwayne the one boy I struggled to write when I first started writing about them, and to hear someone say that I nailed him perfectly to how they imagined him is just 🥹🥹. I'm also so glad that my stories helped you out of your depressive episode. As someone who has them herself I always wanna be able to help others through theres.❤️

Now on to the ask! (Never written a short reader before because I myself am 5'7-5'8 but I'mma try lol)

Warning: HINTS AT SMUT AT THE END

Dwayne is all three types when it comes to his shorter s/o. He's protective upon meeting you because in his mind, your height makes you more vulnerable to things, even if you are a little spitfire (like Marko) in his mind he still needs to use his own height to protect you. He will be your sword AND shield so you don't need to worry.

He also finds you absolutely adorable, especially when you have to ask him for help to reach stuff, it's no secret amongst the boys that Dwayne loves to be needed, it's like a drug to him, so that being said, he will be a cheeky shit at times and put stuff he knows you'll want, higher up so you have to come to him, with that adorable pout and ask in the sweetest voice.

"Dwayne can you help me?"

Cause you don't even know that you already have him wrapped around your finger.

He won't start teasing until you're a little ways into the relationship. It starts with little things, asking in a teasing voice "need something baby?" Other times it's "it's so cute when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me. On more than one occasion he has easily lifted you up so you are at eye level with him, smiling that teasing smile and saying "there, isn't this easier baby? No need to strain your neck".

He loves how when you're out on the boardwalk he can wrap you in his arms, chin resting atop your head and feel like he is totally shielding you. How your body fitting so snuggly in his arms.

He never thought he had a size kink until he met you, but he soon realized he was wrong. The way his hand will totally eclipse yours when he holds them, how he can easily cup your cheeks and pull you close, his lips bruising your smaller ones. How easily you fit into his lap, either just relaxing so he can read to you, or during...other times.

That was another area his newly found kink came in. Seeing you taking him every time has his head reeling because he honestly is shocked when you take him. It always leaves him gasping and groaning, eyes locked on where you're joined, unable to look away.

Overall Dwayne will absolutely cherish you! Because you are his Princess/Prince and he would do absolutely anything for you ❤️

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #dwayne tlb #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne x reader #tlb dwayne headcanon #dwayne headcanon #dwayne #billy wirth #tlb hc #tlb headcanons #dwayne the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys headcanons

[popawritter12]

Hey heyy!! 🍊 anon here with another request!! Can you write yandere! Ghiaccio/Fugo (whoever you preffer!) with a very caring and clingy darling? Headcanon or fanfic whatever u feel like!!

Also hope youre doing alright!! Plz know that ur writing is delicious and god ur so underrated its INSANE like omg

Yandere! Fugo Headcanons for a caring and clingy darling

Author's Notes: THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT'S SOMEONE ASKED ME FOR YANDERE THINGS FROM JOJOS <3<3<3

By the way 🍊Anon, Thanks for the support! I hope you enjoy this request <3

Chance of your loved ones being killed

Fugo is someone who, because of his life, had to go through something so important that it is marked both at the beginning and at the end of all of Golden Wild: his explosive personality.

He is capable of hurting people, both those he loves and those he wants dead, and you, his beloved, understood this very well, so much so that 90% of the time, your friends take refuge in you to avoid the toxic wrath of Fugo —Even if it meant facing their jealousy, they didn't end up hurt at that moment.

In front of you he wouldn't kill, but secretly he is capable. So I bet there's up to an 40% chance of that happening. More than anything because, due to your personality, he usually avoids causing deaths, solely to avoid causing you some type of sadness.

First impressions

You were a fairly young Passione member when Fugo joined the team, being just a year older than him. You weren't someone who was very demanding, in fact you became friends with Fugo quite easily. Unlike others, you expected nothing more than to be a great friend of his for the sole reason that you shared the same age, and you shared certain things with Fugo due to the fact that your childhood was not very different from his, being that the pressure itself of your parents caused you to become a delinquent, and although it was not the direct cause, it was obviously one of the most important factors for your decision to abandon your family.

But anyway; You were someone much more cheerful and social than Fugo, since you always greeted people wherever you went; He considered you a great friend, and the comfort and conversations he shared with you were such that he ended up considering you one of the most important people in his life.

Fall in love

You know it, I know it, we all know it.

He ended up falling in love, and that feeling in his heart only grew with the passing of the days, like a plant that stretched its leaves slowly, but it ensured one thing: A long and strong stem.

It was not surprising to others that due to the closeness between the two, sooner or later it would lead to something resembling love. But that's when the question arises, does he even know what all this was going to become?

Most likely not, and it wasn't entirely his fault, you know? Love is something human, and that pain that was carried in his heart was relieved solely and exclusively with your existence, with your love and your constant hugs, without those signs of affection, he would surely lose his mind.

First act or Yandere act

In a flash of anger, he attacks deliberately, so, when you paid attention to one of these attacks, you noticed that there was a subtle release in one of his screams.

Narancia was arguing with him over mathematical problems, as always, and before anyone could intervene, there was a rather interesting exchange.

“—How many more times do I have to explain it to you so you understand it?!! Fugo yelled, his hand jerking the plastic knife in his hand.

In case you're wondering; Yes, they prohibited him from using metal utensils when studying because of those 'special teachings'.

—I already told you I don't understand it!

—You're so damn useless!

The sound of shoes hitting the carpet was barely audible,

—And why's my fault that you don't know how to teach?! —Narancia attacked.

The discussion slowly escalated in severity, and Bucciarati walked calmly down the hallway outside the room where the aforementioned discussion took place, and Abaccio was next to him.

—Do you want to know something?! Your classes became boring! I'm sure it's because of your desire to fuck (Name)! —Narancia shouted, —, and if you're so upset it's because you can't fuck them, so just ask them before becoming a bitter old man!.

Narancia was going to continue attacking him, but he just received a stab against the skin of his right cheek.

In the midst of his cry of despair, his open eye met Fugo's gaze. That look, that look in his greenish eyes were filled with such inner darkness that it caused a direct chill down Narancia's back, no, his spine, and the fear was of such magnitude that it permeated his bones and clung to him. to his soul like he had never seen before.

—You're not going to be talking about (Name) like that.

A dead whisper, accompanied by a look that seemed to emanate darkness, as if death itself were locked inside that eye, as if that trapped death had a deep desire to end Narancia's life at that precise moment.

—You don't even deserve to mention their name or enjoy their hugs—Fugo's tongue seemed to have transformed into a whip at that moment—, you don't even deserve to smell the scent of their hair!

The plastic blade was withdrawn, but before he could continue attacking, Buciarati pushed him, smashing his body against the nearest wall. And at the moment that the blonde's body and weapon brutally moved away from Narancia, he alone fell to the ground, his legs trembling and his breathing irregular, his heart beating violently against his chest.

And in that moment, only in that moment, Fugo's gaze never left Narancia's eyes, and the tension he exerted against Buciarati's grip was such that even the adult tried not to be reduced, exerting more force than he normally would needed to subdue him.

Narancia still remembers that dead look to this day.”

Or at least that's how Abacio told you while they were drinking tea, accompanied by a snort and a “don't trust Fugo too much” from him.

Beginning of Yanderism

After that event, Buciarati spent hours trying to talk to Fugo, but he seemed gone, so much so that, when he let him rest, he suspected that an enemy stand had attacked him. The possibility existed, but unfortunately for them, that was not the event of today, nor of the course of these days.

Abaccio spoke with you separately, trying to decipher the reason for the blonde's actions, but when he found no information from you, he ended up telling what happened that day, with some details that, although for you they were exaggerated, the serious look accompanied by Abaccio's personality, they made you understand that it was no exaggeration.

Maybe you should hesitate to continue with him?

Relationship or kidnapping

After a couple of months, he gets up the courage and tells you his feelings. You, naturally, accepted, hoping to make a great couple with someone you loved as much as Fugo.

The first few months were good, or at least until Giorno arrived.

Meanwhile, in the relationship, whenever you were giving him a couple of cuddles, there would be a moment where he would mention the doubts he had about Giorno. And although they debated the blonde, he was not someone who would affect their relationship.

Or at least until the events of Golden Wild, where he starts to be very cautious around you.

Coexistence

Fugo took the mission of having the treasure guarded by Buciarati very seriously, and when they met Trish, things didn't change much.

You got along very well with her, since you both shared many tastes, and although she seemed surprised to see you both together, she always supported the couple that the two of you made.

In the short time they were on the mission to return Trish to her father, Fugo seemed uneasy, especially with being alone with you.

It was mostly because he certainly became addicted to the constant pampering you gave him, and he hated the idea of anyone else seeing the two of you, and no, it wasn't because he was embarrassed to be with you in public —In fact, it was one of the things that mattered least to him—it was mostly the fact that, well, let's just say that he HATES that they want to receive more affection or attention than him.

When he and you were together, it was a special moment, and no one could stop both of you from having their special moment.

Marriage and family

I don't see him as interested in marriage, but if he can, he would love to have a small wedding ceremony with you.

And, as for your family, he would take good with them —Although you should pay attention to whether they are TOO jealous of you or if you are too clingy with them—.

If possible, children?

Of course,

I see how he would give his best to be a father, reading not thousands, MILLIONS of books to be a good father, and especially to take care of his loved one during difficult times of parenting or, if biology allows it, pregnancy

Bad ending

(MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS HEADCANON JUJUJU)

After Trish's mission, the entire team finds themselves with an almost impossible to solve dilemma; betrayal or not. For most of the group it was pretty easy, but for Fugo and you it was… too complex.

Fugo held your hand at all times, in his words were the reasons why you should go with him, insisting that, even if there was a chance of success, it was impossible to face the root of the problem, the person who was behind some of them. the most dangerous groups of people throughout Italy, and throughout the world. However, your idea of continuing was as firm as a metal bar clinging to the ground during a storm. He yelled at you that if you left with them, if you dared to even think about abandoning all the future there was for everyone in the group, then you would also abandon your life with him. But, even with all his words, even with tears in your eyes, you refused to abandon them.

Even with the pain and weight that was in your soul, you refused to abandon your best friends, your family, the people who accepted you from the minute you decided to enter this horrendous and dark mafia.

He felt lost, abandoned, unhappy… It was like his parents abandoning him again, but now worse. As if now, he had lost everything he knew he needed to be alive. And even if during the first hours he convinced himself that everything was fine, that you were going to return safely, that you were not going to throw your life down the drain, and that you were going to fill him with affection and love, but in his Soul, he knew it wasn't real.

As the days went by, he felt like an alcoholic in withdrawal, and he tried to avoid it, but his soul needed it, he needed it right there, right now.

And he decides to do it, he decides to make a decision that would completely change his life.

Near you in Rome, following each and every one of they steps, he finds himself seeing what he feared most; your wounds dry cuts on your skin, bandages on your abdomen or legs, or even a wound on your face, your delicate and soft face which he loved to take in his hands and fill with kisses was… damaged, and he found a direct culprit, or rather, guilty.

The anger in his veins and in his mind was such that he knew what his next move would be.

And no, it wasn't what you thought.

(This is where possibly everyone develops a hatred towards me that I perfectly I can accept it because even for me what I am going to put is a lot)

It took a lot for him to find you alone, to manage to corner you after a fight and knock you unconscious. All that pain, all that pressure that terrified his soul went out like a fire that was poured on him with a bucket of water for the simple act of hugging you. And in that moment, he knew he was doing the right thing.

It took him a bit to dispel suspicion of where you were, but he managed to cover a lot of your tracks. But he knew that Abaccio could find them, so he had to take you to a dusty apartment away from the others, with the sole objective of making sure they could never find you.

And, after so much worry, he managed to lose all trace of them, managing to take you to a house that his parents very lovingly lent him in a place curiously far from Italy and the whole world. Can you believe that they are so affectionate with their son?!

By the way, does anyone know where they are? At the airport, desperate to leave? How strange huh…

Reasons to become Yandere

-He is used to not receiving affection, and let's say that your affectionate, clingy, cuddly personality… affected his psyche much more than he could ever imagine.

-He was already abandoned once, do you think he would take a second abandonment so easily? Nuh-uh

-You are usually very understanding with him, being that you loved seeing how savage he looked when he unloaded on you, wanting to receive pampering after complaining about his daily problems.

Extra data:

-Surprise! He figured out how to manipulate his parents so he could get a “little deal.”

-Although in the canon he even has appreciation for Narancia, in this story he is capable of developing hatred for him, even wishing for his death.

-Let's say that he can make a deal with the boss solely to ensure that Giorno and company do not interfere in their relationship.

-After the bad ending, he accepts at the beginning that he should not receive pampering from you, but his abstinence will not last long, and even less so with how addicted he has become now.

-Unlike other Yanderes, where there may be some regret, in this character no, there is no regret for his actions, and he would not hesitate to take measures up to 5 times more drastic as long as no one screws up their relationship.

#yandere #obsessive love #poppa thoughs #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere male #poppa things #Yandere JJBA #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #Yandere fugo #panacotta fugo #Fugo x reader #fugo #golden wild #golden wild jojos #jjba part 5 #jjba spoilers #jojo #jjba yandere

[bklsandwich]

Jello's cat

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some emojis

actually he can hold any signs

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▶ Razziez

SV Wizard has particularly diverse appearance

compared to other NPCs

and I know some popular versions of those

and they are all intrinsically cute

▷Chaekal / Gigi's

if I try to follow the exact same track as the original, they would be like this

maybe this one is most popular for RRRR users

because RRRR gives you hi-res Gigi portraits / 64px Event portraits as the default

I like how Chaekal's wiz smiles

by default, his expression is somewhat grumpy and distant

but when he smiles, he suddenly kanda radiates the brightest smile in the world

and he even literally sparkles lol

and I like the golden deco on Gigi's wiz

when I first saw it, I didn't know what it was

since razzy isn't a person who puts on make-up every day, I simply merged the deco into his eyes when I drew the rrrr-compat-portraits

like this:

anyway, confronting my past me's work is quite challenging for me

nexus says I drew this on November 16, 2023

but I've quite changed a lot in the past 1.5 months

I'll redraw it one day, when I have acquired enough skill and courage to confront my past _(:3 」∠ )_

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▷Whos'

first time drawing a whos' wizard

quite easy to draw

he's even simpler than my own OC...

except for the clothes

I failed to comprehend them

I'm too exhausted to even complete this doodle

and he somewhat gives me a floating extravagant notion of 'the unfortunate vampire lord now locked himself in a very forsaken, stark, lonesome place of exile who once was a very ordinary cute chestnut boy (and still cute)'

his strawberry-ish color would be the culprit

anyway it's quite true except that he doesn't drink blood

▷if razzy were a vampire - and vampires are not common, so he can't just buy blood from Amazon > he would just buy a bunch of animals and drink their blood, not a single drop of a human's - if vampires could only drink human blood, without causing lasting harm to prey > he would starved to death because he can't afford ask people, 'May I drink your blood? It won't cause any harm.' /j > or he would still survive in this case: 1. if he starve, he'll driven insane, causing the bloody massacre and further cursing his guilty conscience. Or simply a government aid for those in need so the ministry decided to offer some food for everyone's sake (anyway nobody gets hurt) 2. look for applicants who wants sell their blood meet the super hot, sexy and shy vampire and get paid ... what if: 'your family just sold you to the vampire lord to get some money and reduce the number of mouths to feed- razzy tries to send you back to your family but you don't want to go back because they will just happy that they can sell you again and receive the price twice so he is convinced and allow you to live in his lair' this is quite a sort of fanfic idea I believe someone will write it one day during my lifetime

anyway, his clothes never allow me dare to comprehend

so I think this would be the last time I draw him unless I have a reason to draw :ded:

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▷vanilla

I call him 'oldzrd'

in my head, he has a face that has faced the years of agony head-on

and never knows the razor

even he cannot escape from the wizard's intrinsic cuteness

cuz he is still a dorky genius who is unable to act appropriat to his age as other razzy does plz don't make me slap you, all razziez

but I hardly draw him

the biggest reason is that he is hard to draw

and I have a habit of imitating the expression while I drawing

so my face becomes like this whenever I draw the oldzrd:

I won't draw him again...

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▷Parrot's (mackrelka)

orange

original portraits mod : link

when I draw him, I think about greek statues

he looks like a living greek statue orange elf

and also reminds me a Hades(game) and Jojo(manhwa)

drawing his hair is super-ez: just draw as it comes to my mind, and it suddenly becomes hair

but the rest parts of the face is super-hard: quite more masculine than my usual style, yet not so straight lines at the same time

so he is the most challenging to draw :3

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▷my OC

I amalgamated my OC W with RRRRRazzy

when I draw him, he looks too childish, but his actual apparent age is 23~27 in my headcanon since he's my OC, it's a canon

half-officially, every razzy should have at least 20% dead eyes /j

and it seems my Wagnus Razzy's eyes don't even appear alive

anyway, I shall redraw my portraits one day for my sake...

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when I draw razzy, I usually draw:

Chaekal-Gigi-Jello based everyone's purple razzy, when he is alone

Wagnus razzy, when he is with my OC Enn

super boring mid-age math teacher with glasses razzy is still floating in my mind

when I actually draw purple razzy in my way, my OC W somewhat succrently stealth into my drawing

this would be why I keep failing to get his appearance

life is harsh

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dorky sketches

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me already getting tired while sketching

I think I picked wrong color for my oc

too difficult to color

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it seems I have only two level:

never say a single symbol

say a bunch of sentences

I want say just some symbols~ few words

#einternal: drawings #stardew valley #Romanceable Rasmodius redux revamped #sdv wizard

[golbrocklovely]

this is a reminder to never, and i mean never, send in an ask like this to anyone that writes fanfics:

now, imma be honest with yall, i'm not upset that they called me a "usless slut". tbh it's a first, so props to you for that.

but since we're both being so rude to each other, i figured you wouldn't mind me saying my peace.

i mean, you won't be able to reply, since i blocked you, but you know…. it's rhetorical.

idk how much internet you've consumed over your years of being chronically online, or how much fanfiction has rotted out the empty part of your skull where your brain used to be, but don't ever talk to ppl like that. idk if you thought you were just being funny, or if maybe you've been here before and have talked to me and thought "oh i can say this to her, she'll get it". no, i don't get it. and to be quite honest with you, i don't get how there was ever a thought in your mind that made you think this was totally okay.

what synapse fired in your brain to make you think this was a good statement to say to someone, serious or not? did you actively decide to be dumb today or is it more of a genetic thing?

i say all of this bc i saw your previous ask to me, which was simple and to the point: "plz update the chosen daughter series". that's a totally fine ask to send in. and if that's all you would have sent in, i would have just responded with "hey, i plan to post an update soon, but probably not til after new years". but now, just for you bestie, i'm gonna hold off on posting on that series for a while. i had other things in mind that i wanted to write anyway, but you really solidified my answer.

and i hope now, with you blocked, you have to go out of your way to read the story. i hope you never find out when i update it, and i hope the ending i make for that series pisses you off, just on spite :)

i write fanfictions for fun. it's a hobby of mine, not a job. and i've never promised a schedule of when i update, which is why it has taken me a long time to update any stories or fics i write. asking when i plan to post next is one thing, trying to insult me into posting more frequently is an entirely different thing which has never worked in the history of ever.

also, and i don't ever do this to anyone bc i just find it so asinine and silly, but it's *useless. as in "sending me this ask was useless bc now you're blocked". so…. you're 0 for 2 on that front, anon.

good luck next time tho.

#personal #text #respectfully... if i get a single ask telling me i went too far.... this was just a joke :) just like their statement :)

[gendervapor14]

gen's big ol' fanfic rec list!!

hey hey! as a way of sharing my love for some fellow writers in the one piece community, i figured i'd list, categorize, and summarize some of my favorite OP fanfics! i will link them all here, but they can also be found in my ao3 bookmarks :) i will also link this list to my pinned intro post on my profile for your convenience.

well, without further ado, i present some of my favorite one piece stories, organized loosely by categories of my obsessions <3

if i tagged you as an author and you do not want to be tagged, let me know ASAP!! :) i attempted to tag every author i could find, but if i missed someone, plz let me know!!

dofladile stories

figured we'd start strong with this ship, since they're quite popular!! most of these stories are quite dark, but i'm a huge fan of consistent characterization, and this is a villain pairing...

Funny Games ~ by ThisisVenereVeritas / @sourbat

rating: M warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings genres: angst, dark, whump, modern AU, character study, conflict of interest, gender issues status: complete, (resolution in the comments of the fic) 27 chapters, 166,768 words summary: The path to adulthood is littered with traps and trickery that make life nearly unbearable. With each action is a consequence that worsens your chance of accomplishing the true goal. Doflamingo thought there was a way out of it, that he was immune to any surprises life tried to throw at him. But then someone he cared for threw a real curve-ball. A story about two boys risking the game called life. my thoughts: i think this was one of the first dofladile stories i read. it is dark. that "creator chose not to use archive warnings" carries quite a bit of weight. there is some dubcon, graphic violence, drug use/abuse, torture, murder attempts, suicide attempts, offensive language, etc, etc, etc. very very heavy topics. absolutely not a happy ending, not a walk in the park by any means. that being said, the writing style is glorious. the storytelling kept me smacking the shit out of that "next chapter" button. the characterization is spot on for a modern AU, the incorporation of certain events and characters is just perfect. not to mention the intense conflict of interests. this writer has some other shorter dofladile stories as well, and some really fantastic crocorosi!!

save tonight, save the show ~ by ghostwit / @hazeism

rating: E warnings: none genres: PWP, light humor? banter status: complete, oneshot, 1,821 words summary: "Ooh, don't debase yourself for me, Croco." “Maybe it’s the weather." (Set post-Roger's execution -- Before all the hurt and complication, where they're ambitious and hungry and just beginning to get a feel for each other, both of them feeding their own little brands of cruelty and learning where, how, etc. they can push each other.) my thoughts: one of my favorite authors, i just cannot get enough of their style. very stream-of-consciousness, mind-whirling, eye-candy of a read, every time. and every reread offers a little dose of something new. in this story, i am completely won over by the banter and characterization. i can be kind of picky with how certain characters are depicted, (especially characters like doflamingo) but haze has got the magic touch keeping their dynamic feeling lively and believable.

Just like kittens ~ by 123_crowbar_solo

rating: T warnings: graphic depictions of violence genres: dark fluff/humor status: complete, oneshot, 1,628 words summary: Do bananadile hatchlings play with toys, like kittens? Crocodile and Doflamingo make a bet in which more than ego may be at stake. my thoughts: i truly love the flow of this piece. this author is fantastic at writing these two constantly at each other's throats, but i love this take on them too, putting the knife down to make a bet instead. and of course, there is murder involved, because, well, it's doflamingo and crocodile. also. baby bananadiles.

New Low ~ by ghostwit / @hazeism

rating: T warnings: none status: complete, oneshot, 2,729 words genres: humor, canon compliant, character study, sexual tension summary: He gives his wrist a shake, waggling his brows, “Even villains like me deserve true love, don't'cha think?” Oh. What? my thoughts: sorry for calling you out again here haze but this one is my new favorites of yours. this story isn't dofladile-centric, hence why i listed it at the end. it's more of, "how would rosinante respond to dofladile?" and it is funny as shit. i believe in my bookmark i captioned it: doflamingo gets a boyfriend. corazon encounters a mental "error 303".

donquixote family stories

sometimes you just need some donquixote family shenanigans. you can tell i have a favorite author for when that craving strikes... mostly gen or T rated stories, fluff, humor and angst.

Thicker Than Blood ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: T warnings: graphic depictions of violence genres: slice of life, coming of age, canon compliant, mild angst, character study status: complete, 22 chapters, 44,954 words summary: It was an ordinary day for the Donquixote Family, when the den den mushi rang with a call from one of their traffickers informing Doflamingo that they might have something of interest to him… The Donquixote Family did not quite know what they were getting themselves into when they took in the strange baby with horns, a fin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth. They were far from an ordinary family, and Dellinger was far from an ordinary baby. Jora discovers that it’s hard enough to raise a baby, much less a baby that bites, breaks fingers, and throws itself off the ship to swim before it can even walk. But Dellinger thrives under the doting care of Jora and his family. He grows to take the Corrida Coliseum by storm (and jazz hands), watches Baby 5 make bad relationship choices, tries to make Sugar smile, amasses a closet of the finest shoes in the New World, refuses to acknowledge gender norms, and sneaks out at night to go swimming with "his own kind." But the reign of the Donquixote Family is not a permanent one. A coming of age/slice of life story about growing up in a strange family, where 'normal' means something very different. my thoughts: this is another one of those longer stories like Funny Games that stole my heart and ate it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. when i was watching dressrosa, i fell in love with dellinger. like a lot of the family, he didn't seem to have much of a backstory. and then i found THIS lovely story. ugh. i accidentally started rereading it while skimming over to write this summary, it's just, it's so good, i love the way the family is portrayed, i love the perspective and story beats, the various bumps along the road. highly recommend for any donquixote family fans.

Designer Unknown ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: gen warnings: none genres: slice of life, fluff, humor, canon compliant (?) status: complete, oneshot, 2,498 words summary: Pirates and Marines alike are all out to make a statement on the seas, and their fashion choices say it all. But just where do those heavy coats, fancy pants, and ridiculous getups come from? How do Zoans not rip apart their clothes? Who coordinates all of CP9's ensembles? Where does one possibly buy a coat of thousands of pink feathers? And just where does Trafalgar Law commission all those customized outfits of his? A secretive designer in Saobody has been sewing for the biggest names on the seas for decades. Her work has been seen in every newspaper on both pirates and Marines alike. Oneshot. Slice of life. Takes places across multiple timeframes/non-linear. my thoughts: this story focuses on an original character who is a devil-fruit wielding tailor! explains some of the questionable outfit choices worn by pirates across the globe in such a humorous, whimsical way. i just love the subtle details and theories! general focus on the donquixote family, but it branches out to other pirates and crews as well.

Family Portraits ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: gen warnings: none genres: family fluff, slice of life, humor, family feels, mild angst status: incomplete, 2 chapters, 2,782 words summary: Vergo did not buy a camera in Dressrosa. But the Donquixote Family did have a camera. And it was put to good use. Viola is cleaning the castle after the fall of Dressrosa, and finds things. Personal things. Things that she isn't quite sure what to make of. A collection of short stories about the Donquixote Family. Mostly one-shots, prompts or drabbles I've written on the side that don't really go anywhere else - ranging from serious to funny. I'll add to it as I write stuff. my thoughts: this story is so bittersweet. little reminder of "hey these evil pirates are human". really puts emphasis on the family as a family. second chapter is hysterical jora/giolla pov of getting her nails painted. a great light-hearted read!

Hearing Silence ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: gen warnings: none genres: character study, angst, mild fluff status: complete, oneshot, 2,448 words summary: Rocinante observes his brother's 'Family,' all while reflecting on being trapped in the silent role of "Corazon." That is until one of the Family's new recruits tries to give Corazon a voice. my thoughts: i fell in love with this story so hard. finally another story with a rosinante & gladius friendship - although it's not that black and white, hehe. hence the angst tag. really great short read on rosinante's pov, nails that rosinante vs corazón dichotomy i'm obsessed with. and gladius is a prominent character!! what more could i ask

Monsters ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: T warnings: none genres: angst, moral ambiguity, angst again status: complete, oneshot, 5,404 words summary: Rocinante survived his brother's attempted murder, and now works among the masked ranks of CP0, a double agent for the Revolutionary Army. However today, he goes with Vice Admiral Tsuru to visit Impel Down, and see a child that he abandoned. my thoughts: i think this is the angstiest story from this collection so far. nothing like a good cora lives AU, until you throw some guilt in there, some imprisoned dellinger. a not so friendly reminder that being raised as a pirate from a baby and then being sentenced to a life in prison after sixteen years is... an unpleasant existence, to say the least.

Field Trip ~ by 123_crowbar_solo

rating: T warnings: none genres: dark humor, angst, mental health issues, non-graphic genocide status: complete, oneshot, 3500 words summary: Annoyed at his pupils using the words "mass murder" and "genocide" interchangeably, Doflamingo takes them on a field trip to teach them the difference. my thoughts: one of those stories you feel bad for laughing at. if you appreciate some dark humor and like the donquixote family, especially doflamingo, this story is for you. has a delightfully satirical take on the donquixote pirates and doflamingo's strange whims/motivations, with a twist of his unavoidable mental health issues. love the approach to the strained brotherhood between rosinante and doflamingo, too.

doflamingo-centric stories

the psycho flamingo man got his own category, although it's kind of small (for now). these stories are stand-out character studies that do a great job tackling his wacky thought process.

Da Capo al Fine (second verse same as the first) ~ by freckledshoulderblades

rating: M warnings: graphic depictions of violence genres: time travel, time-loop fix-it, character study, PTSD, trauma status: incomplete, 2 chapters, 7,644 words summary: Left unchecked in Impel Down, Doflamingo has a visitor that declares their ability - an awakened Toki Toki fruit - and their intent to send him off into the far past to repent for his sins. When he wakes up, he's eight years old again and his father is gently knocking on the door, asking after his well-being. He carries with him the knowledge of everything he's lived up until being sent back - killing his father, killing Rosinante, running the Donquixote Pirates - and every action he takes is colored by that information. The Toki Toki user seems convinced there's a shred of good left in him, but he's not so certain anymore. my thoughts: the relationship tag for this fic is "donquixote doflamingo/the consequences of his actions" and i think that just fits perfectly. when i think character study, i think of this story. strips doflamingo of his power, aside from his memories, and forces him to relive the most harrowing (and innocuous) period of his life. gets a little gory at times. this writer also has some fantastic stories about rosinante!!

a brother is a person who never lets go ~ by theogonies / @theogonies

rating: T warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death genres: character study, prose poem, angst, dark, trauma status: complete, oneshot, 1,324 words summary: you came too late to take your brother home but you're bigger now. stronger, and smart enough to understand that home is the place at the end of the road, not the beginning. this time will be different. a prose poetry character study of donquixote doflamingo, his early life, and his relationships with donquixote rosinante and trafalgar law. my thoughts: another delight of a character study. the flow and prose of this is such a dream to read, for such a nightmare of a character. nails the motivations that spur doflamingo's heart and mind, and the mantras that must crawl around his mind. mind the tags if you check this one out!

cora & law stories

like many cora and law fans, i just don't think those several episodes of their adventure was enough. so, here are a few stories to remedy that absence! lots of hurt/comfort, adventure and angst lie ahead!

won't the waves crash on ~ by slycel / @lanhours

rating: not rated warnings: major character death genres: angst, adventure, canon compliant, hurt/comfort status: complete, oneshot, 9,730 words summary: “Stop being the good guy. There have to be better things you could be doing.” “So what if there are? I’m here,” Corazon said, tapping Law’s back lightly, “and so are you.” my thoughts: another one of those stories that i always start to accidentally reread anytime i take a quick peek at it. the portrayal of these two is just so good, the various elements of their adventure bring some real life into them!! a good blend of light-hearted banter and angst, ugh, some real gut-punching lines in this one. a must for cora & law fans, a MUST!!

From Your Lips To The (False) Gods' Ears ~ by HyperbolicReverie / @hyperbolicreverie

rating: T warnings: none (major character death) genres: hurt/comfort, angst, worldbuilding, language/linguistics status: complete, oneshot, 11,335 words summary: “How do you do it?” “Hmm?” Corazón hums around the cigarette between his teeth, cocking his head as if to listen to him better. “How can you just…change your accent at the drop of a hat?” Language was never anything particularly special to Law. It was just the different ways people said the same things. Until he was the only person left who spoke his. my thoughts: the worldbuilding in this story makes my mind spin. introduces and incorporates the idea of "what if there were different languages in OP?" with masterwork precision. and the way it ties into the cora & law relationship is the tragic cherry on top. you get a good dose of their adventures here too, and some heartbreakingly deep conversations between them. it is not tagged with major character death, but rosinante's death is referenced, (and made me tear up, dammit), hence why the warnings might look a little confusing. this writer also has another story of a similar premise that focuses on rosinante!!

Bridges and train tracks hem in a town ~ by Harmonica_Smile (Rescue_Remedy) / @chromatic-lamina

rating: T warnings: none! genres: character study, light angst, humor, modern AU, friendship status: complete, oneshot, 5,337 words summary: Sixteen-year-old Law wanders down the bush track away from everything at home, just for a little while, needing to be alone. Kid follows, not wanting to be alone. my thoughts: the atmosphere of this one is so tangible and oddly comforting. modern AU with a nice infliction of angst. it actually focuses primarily on kid and law, but i'm including it here because there is reference of an angsty state of life for cora and law, and i simply adore it. this writer has excellent prose and storytelling skills, and writes a wide range of other OP stories, too!

Before you leave ~ by Schangia

rating: T warnings: none! genres: AU, time travel, hurt/comfort? status: complete, 2 chapters, 4,015 words summary: There's a café that claims to take you back in time to meet someone from your past. Law has met many people in his life, but there are only two he needs to talk to one last time. Inspired by Kawaguchi Toshikazu's absolutely brilliant series "Before the Coffee Gets Cold". my thoughts: this is one of the most cathartic stories i've read. perfect balance between "too perfect" and "not satisfying", law gets only a few minutes to chat with the ghosts of his past, and the conversations he holds with these characters are just, perfect. honestly this story helps me sleep at night. i can't explain it. characterization is solid, pacing is great. good, good read!!

that's it, for now!! (i say, as if this list isn't absolutely massive). i may edit and add more as time continues and i run across more brilliant stories.

#fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #one piece fanfiction #fic reccomendations #fanfiction writer #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #writer support #dofladile #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #sir crocodile #one piece crocodile #donquixote family #donquixote pirates #one piece dellinger #one piece gladius #donquixote rosinante #one piece corazon #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #angst #hurt/comfort #character study

[viviisweird]

TMNT 2012 MIKEY FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS!!!! <333

First, I wanna say tysm for the likes on the last list, I really, really appreciate it <333

Now, onto the fanfics!!!!!

Self-Harm by KKscendants

I cannot explain how much I love this fanfic

I love the concept, I love how it's not like, straight forward and actually needs emotional thinking and stuff

(I literally cannot explain-)

I don't wanna give out any spoilers, but plz go read it, it's amazing!!!

The observation

by crawlingupawall

I ADORE FARMHOUSE ARC SM!!!!!!

IT IS JUST SO GOOD LIKE-

Yea anyway, it's mostly view in Donnie's pov but it is extremely Mikey centric

Drop by Drop is The Water Pot Filled

by ViviTheGhosty

OMG, I CANNOT express how I love this

And ik I say that ab every fanfic I recommend, but I really think that all of them are really, really really good! And awesome! That's why I'm recommending them anyway

I don't like giving out spoilers so that's why I don't really describe any fanfics I talk about so yea-

swallow down (all your regrets)

by Keeryd

This one was just hella relatable if you ask me-

It is kinda short but I love it

(Idk what else to say lmao)

But anyway, I highly recommend checking Keeryd's account, I love everything they write <333

Mikey's Super Thinker Book!!! DO NOT READ!!! D:<

by YouDontKnowMe (Annonimous1000)

I'm honestly re-reading this one

I don't remove much of it, I just remember loving it (help-?)

Mikey's Cookbook

by Fighting Gold ButCoda

I think after reading the ones I already recommended, you will release that I deeply love mikey ED fanfics (totally not self-reflecting or whatever 🤭)

Anyway-

Entailment, maybe

by GOk1ttyg0

Ermm, yea-

(Idk what to type anymore, srry (ヽ´ω`) )

Mirum Videre

by short_bc_of_coffee

YES, OM YES

ONE OF MY FAV FANFICS EVER

I think that ppl dont talk ab psychosis that much, or at least not the correct way-

I adore this fanfic

I also love the b-team ^^

So this was very fun for me

And ofc, always read tags in any fanfic you're about to read; for tw and cw

Mikey's one shots

by SaheyMeine

I love the fanfic, but I adore the first chapter (character analysis)

i can make you happy, too!

by paindump

<3333

(I'm losing my mind)

Answers I Didn't Know I Needed

by PixiePerson19

(Oh, this is rottmnt mikey btw, I just want to put it in here)

I haven't read this one so I'm kinda nervous to put it in this list-

This is the first story I'm putting on the list without actually reading it

It's been in my 'to read' for a while so I'm just gonna trust my instincts and say that is pretty a lovely story <3

(Also, let it be known that the author (PixiePerson19) is literally hunting me,

I've seen them comment on almost every fanfic I've ever read, so now every time I open comments I bet that I will se them)

(Like, sir, what did I do to you ( ; ﾟДﾟ) )

Anyway, got distracted again-

Umm-

Idk-

That's enough for today :D

My goal was like 20 fanfics but I ended up with 11-12 of them, srry ( ﾟεﾟ；)

Plz tell me if you see any mistakes (like grammar mistakes, or maybe I imported the wrong link or sm-)

And, I'm so, so, so, sorry for basically lying about how fast will this list come out

I really thought I could do it fast but then a lot of things happened, and

yaddi, yaddi, yadda

So yea, haha-

I hope you love these fanfic as much as me <3

Have fun reading!!!

#tmnt #tmnt mikey #mikey tmnt 2012 #2012 mikey #michaelangelo #mikey #fanfics recommendations #this took me too long #i hate school #im gonna kms #im gonna cry #oh well- #I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING TIME READING THESE!!!! #ao3 writes are so underrated #so yea #ok byeee #<3

[msookyspooky]

Spooky!!!!! Can you plz share your thoughts on Neve Campbell returning to scream? 👀

(Sorry if you've answered this already!)

Ps I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE ur series so much - ur writing is SOOOO good 🥹 The last chapter tore out my HEART but has me kicking my feet GIGGLING at the same time - I genuinely wish u the absolute best bc you are AMAZING 💗

OMG THANK YOU!! I appreciate that especially since I was lowkey a bit weary of even adding Billy and YN at the end but damn we're 4 books in this has to happen eventually 😭🥴 I swear that the latest chapter is actually done (Just proofreading) but the plot is so heavy so damn 'wtf' that I'm writing the next chapter because I wanna make sure this pieces together smoothly cause there is no going back afterwards. So I swear I ain't dragging my feet TOO much 😅 But I'm giddy and nervous to post bc omg I don't think yall are ready 😗🤭

That is...just complicated. I love the idea of Sidney returning but not for this movie simply because of how they handled Melissa. Idc what side of the aisle you're on firing someone for speaking their mind on their Insta instead of being a meek media darling will always rub me the wrong way.

ANNNNDDD these Producers and Executives have lowkey butchered Scream in so many ways since Wes Craven passed and the fact that they made Sidney have less screen time in 5 not only for ageism in my humble opinion and money hungry greed to replace her with younger actresses no one asked for (Sorry I was all pissed they killed Dewey just to replace him with Chad even if I love Chad and got rid of Neve for the sake of 'new chapter' bs with a Billy's daughter trope if they were gonna do that they should've went with Scream 4's original plot IMO OR Sidney's daughters and Mark etc)

THEN by 6 we got very use to them and Sam became a beloved character that we could live with her and Tara being the new final girls just to shitcan them (Jenna walked from what I remember good for her) over an opinion that wasn't stated rudely or anything just talking about the kids involved in this war and they treat her as badly as they did Neve cutting Neve's pay and tossing her aside just for Neve to agree to come back???

Man, I'm sorry I am not a Neve lover nor hater but my pride could never. Guess that's why I'm not in Hollywood or loaded bc I would NEVER sign onto a movie that publicly humiliated me by basically saying I'm not worth the pay, then treating a younger co-star so poorly, then signing back on because they paid me what I should've probably gotten paid in the first place. My Manager and PR team could bite me...Probably why I'm a struggling artist instead lol

I do not hate Neve for this choice because ik money is money but it's disappointing.

And honestly? I have BEEN vocal how Scream 5 is by far my least favorite and they suckered us in with nostalgia and Scream 6 was GREAT except for the ending with the killers being so...Wattpad to be blunt coming from a wattpad fanfic writer. Hate or love Jill Roberts but she was a great Ghostface and it's so OBVIOUS what movies Craven worked on versus not. The killers in 6 COULD have been great too had it not been for them related to Richie (Who is my least favorite GF by far) and how fanfiction both latest installments feel with reveals. Scream 3 did too but Scream 3 purposely did not take itself seriously while 5 and 6 did except for Mindy as comic relief.

Of course this is my opinion and thank you for asking I'm honored you wanna hear my rinky dink opinion but I am not looking forward to 7. Scream 6 may not be my favorite but it is top 3 for me up until the reveal and Sam letting go of the mask and choosing a path to the future feels like the perfect ending! Franchise is done! Move on!

These movies are not like Friday the 13th of TCM with new victims these are stories tying in the victims and making 7 with the political climate rn and how they got rid of THE TWO NEW FINAL GIRLS just to beg Sidney to make a comback while probably having the safest most generic plot with how many changes they probably had to make after the characters were gotten rid of.

I'm just not hyped for Scream 7 and probably won't watch it. Ya know, all good things have to come to an end. Even this fic in time has to end. And I think the execs bit off more than they can chew and are backpedaling instead of doing the reasonable thing and canceling and I hate that Neve and some writers etc are on board still

And let's be real; Scream is getting less believable with tech. 96? Yeah, I could see it! 2000's? Sure! But 2020 onward? With smartphones and smarthomes and ringdoorbells and dna collected its time to say good bye to something that has to move on! Scream 6 did a descent job with the multiple GF and Scream 4 despite me not liking it they did it best as far as preparing future Scream for the murders. Not to get away with it but to be caught and sell the footage. They SERIOUSLY could've ended at 4 and I would accept it :/

But whatever, they're still decent movies but 7 is just one I have no interest in truly watching. For me personally but thank you for asking and listening to me rant and hopefully if you want cheesy overdone meta tropes my fic will do the trick rather than the movies 😅🤞🖤

[ofallthingsnasty]

I started reading your fics on ao3 and my goodness they are such a treat😍💕 dark and nasty fanfics just hit different('capture kill' and 'through the briar' have me in a chokehold omg😖😮‍💨)

I also feel super happy to find people that feel exactly like I do about Micah from rdr2. Like he is the worst plz shoot him, but he is also just a fascinating character. I hate him, but I also think he's neat( and low-key kinda of funny) haha but I never say it out loud out of fear of getting absolutely blasted by the fandom🙃💀I mean looking at the fact that a lot of rdr2 fix-it fics, fix it by banishing Micah to shadow realm at the first possible moment and everybody making full blown essays of why he's the worst character of all time, is enough for me to keep my mouth shut lol 😭 So its really nice to see that there are people that appreciate his character and Peter Blomquist's fantastic work portraying Micah Bell.

Also are you planning on giving 'capture kill' and 'through the briar' sequals👀? Because I am 100% here for any continuation for either of them🫶

Thank you so much!! 🥰💖💖 I am so incredibly glad you like my fics - especially 'through the briar' and 'capture kill', they've grown to be my favorite stories. A little darkness sometimes (or all the time) is just so... indulgent 😉

And oh my god, anon, you fucking get me. Micah is one of my favorite characters - and the only character I truly loathe but still adore because he's just so damn well-written. He makes me uneasy in the game, to the point I visibly cringe, he is a total piece of shit I just want to punch - but he is such a good character. One of the best villains to me. And exactly, a giant part of that is Peter Blomquist's wonderful voice acting. That man is a fucking magician because you can identify Micah from his breaths alone. He did one hell of a job on that blond bastard and I really admire him for it.

"but I also think he's neat( and low-key kinda of funny) haha but I never say it out loud out of fear of getting absolutely blasted by the fandom🙃💀"

To be entirely honest, I had the same worries as you when I posted 'through the briar'. You have a lot of people on here who send you hate for writing noncon AND there are a few others who hate Micah with every fibre of their being (which is totally understandable, but please don't send hate haha) - I was really nervous to draw the ire of BOTH of these parties. I was fully prepared to get a few nasty comments and otherwise silence on that fic - and I am STILL floored at the sheer amount of positive feedback I've gotten. You don't know how happy every single comment I've gotten has made and still makes me. 'through the briar' was two months of work and a lot of headaches for me and for it to scratch an itch for so many people has been one of the highlights of my little 'career' as a fic writer. Genuinely, thank you so much for your love!!

Regarding sequels, I have written about some scenarios after 'through the briar' happens - here and here. I want to write out the immediate aftermath and that little escape scenario as little vignettes on here, it's on my list!! I am basically waiting for my muse to fully strike - right now, I'm still pre-occupied with getting through One Piece, so that might take a while 🙈 As for capture kill - I am currently working on a little Bill pwp - just a little thing, some years into the future with him - that should be done by tomorrow! Other than that, I have some thirsts/scenarios here, here and here. Both of these fic will probably not get a 'proper' sequel but I don't want to rule it out, I am known to finish WIPs that have been rotting away in my docs for three years 😭 I am however always open to write little blurbs and the like, feel free to ask for anything that might come to your mind!! 🤗 And thank you again for your sweet message, it means so much to me.

#ask #anon #honestly kisses for you. you are so sweet and you get me!!! #capture kill #through the briar

[doukeshi-kun]

omg hai! ^_^ i love ur writing sm woahzies !! how'd you learn 2 write tho ? self taught? i wanna start writing 4 myself too and i've had a couple people say that it was good but i feel like its doodoo compared to others :/ .. any tips pretty plz

hii! thank you sm, first of all!

i guess i just learn to write by reading, most of the time. maybe you could say it's self-taught hsgdhshs i guess i just really like to imagine things and write them down, which prompted me to do fanfic.

congrats if you have started to write! and yes, i understand well if you're feeling quite self-conscious about it. but please don't compare yourself to others because your progress aren't theirs. you can always start slow and small, like posting drabbles or short fic. and then maybe after several of them, you could try your hands on writing other stuff. sfw prompts or nsfw prompts or just any prompts are incredibly helpful to start scrabbling some words!

also, in general, you could read more (not only fanfics, general books too) to influence/help with how you word your fics — especially if you're writing the fic in a language that is not your first. in my case, i consume a shit load of media in english including reading fanfic, so it kinda helps me.

writing style is subjective. if something in the fic is annoying for you, it may be not as annoying to other people. so really, i think the more you write, the more you can figure out how do you want to work your stuff. keep in mind that people's tastes are also very subjective. and writing for your own enjoyment is more fun imho. i'd say, just try to keep positive vibes while writing bcs if you feel like shit, you would hate what you write — for me, at least.

#道化師-says❃ུ۪

[husbandomail]

Gurll don't feel bad about feeling bad!! I personally don't usually interact with posts because too shy but GURL your normal posts are just as important as your writing!

Speak your mind all you want and don't feel guilty

GURL

srry gotta gurl it out lmao

Also do share your ocs plz

FGHJHGFD LITERALLY NEVER FEEL BAD ABOUT INTERACTING WITH MY POSTS

it'd actually make me feel a lil better bc I'm sitting here with an alright follower count and then my posts get like. two notes. and I admit it's kinda disheartening fghjhgfd. I really don't wanna bother y'all by just Talking so much fghjhgfd

but okay alright digimon ocs!! I dug through my oc tag here and I don't think I've shared them yet so lmao. and yet again I have picrews bc I'm not an artist fghgfd lmao. I don't have one for my self-insert atm so these are the other main characters!

first we have Satoji!

he's pretty shy and doesn't have much ambition; even after digimon begin appearing and he ends up with a partner, all he wants is a quiet, simple life. he's got no idea why he gets dragged into things when so many other people are stronger than he is, but when he realizes he'll have to fight to have a quiet future with his new friends, he's willing to do it. I'm thinking his main partner is a Kapurimon that eventually becomes a Gokuwmon, but I'm also taking the same angle as the video games and letting these characters have more than one digimon lmao.

and then we have Capucine!

she's an up-and-coming musician with a growing following through the internet; because she's had to fight so hard to really start her beloved career, she's a no-nonsense type, very serious, puts her work above all else. she's actually kinda frustrated by the appearance of digimon in the real world, because it's throwing a wrench into her career,,,, but her partner ends up being a SkullMeramon who can rock the guitar, so maybe she doesn't mind too much.

and then finally we've got Rom, My Beloved

he seems to be suspiciously familiar with digimon, knowing far too much about them while they're still new to the rest of humanity. he runs a quiet little blog about them, and it's that blog that ends up bringing all the main characters together. he's very much the type to avoid answering questions, and he's incredibly tough to read, so it takes a long time for everyone to warm up to him; secretly, he's a digital entity himself, one sent by. whoever I decide the villain is lmao. but he ends up getting attached to the heroes and, after admitting he was supposed to cause the end of the world, he decides to vanish instead.

so there's the characters I have so far!! I'm still in the process of piecing the overall story together ofc, especially given that this is an original fanfic instead of finding a spot in canon, so fghjgfd lmao

sorry for rambling lmaooo

#asks #not an imagine #anon #oc hours

[beautifullights1]

ok so, dawg.

First, good morning/night.

Second, I just read Peter and The Jailbirds, promptly lost my mind bc I really liked it and it threw me right back into my middle school marvel/super hero hole.

I went and checked out your other works and was drawn to These Lives We Seek. Saw the authors(yous) note. I have to ask... is there a happy ending? Like, I'm all for stories that make you think hard and mystery and the crazy concepts and yada yada yada. I eat that shit up. However, I've tried to avoid consuming media with sad endings. It stresses me out to go through stories that I read to escape reality and they do all this crazy interesting stuff and the hope that everything will be at least moderately okay is realistically squashed and everyone fucking DIES or something.

So. On a scale of "fan favorite has a devastating death thirty chapters in the making and all hope is squashed" to "moderately happy ending where some things won't be okay until after the last chapter on the timeline,” where’s it at?

Also, again. Peter and Jailbirds. Very very cool. Very big yum. A true slay. I read it over a three days and I got rlly into it. I’m very picky with the fanfic that I read and it was very much worth reading.

Have a good morning/night!

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk and thanka you for your time.

Oh my goodness hiiii! I'm so glad you loved Peter and the Jailbirds!! Thanks for popping into my askbox.

Okay, so. These Lives We Seek. I got good news and bad news for ya. The good news is that YES, THERE WILL 100% BE A HAPPY ENDING!!!! I don't read or write sad endings. If I want to be sad, I'll turn on the news.

The bad news is....I'm not sure when said happy ending will ever actually be written. I spend my workday on a computer, so the idea of spending my free time in front of another screen is not great. Also, I still don't quite know how to make all of the emotional beats fall into place while also designing a vaguely reasonable plot. I have a few more chapters written and a plethora of notes, but not enough to feel ready to resume posting.

I've never abandoned a WIP before and it's kinda killing me to leave it in limbo like this. But apparently not enough to make me resume writing at the moment. So here we are.

Therefore: if you read it and have any ideas for what might happen next - no matter how crazy or unlikely, bc those are the best ideas - plz tell me!! And if you decide you don't have emotional space at the moment for an angsty WIP, I completely get it.

Either way, thanks for asking!

#asks #These lives we seek

[jeritten]

hello & welcome!! :D

hello all and welcome to my fanfic blog!! :33

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i use he/him pronouns

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as i am autistic,, my blog will be completely neurodivergent friendly!! (font/ image/ gif wise etc!!)

i feel like i should state this: my reckless use of lowercase/ overuse of punctuation will not be in my actual writing lmao,, its more of a thing i do bcuz i like it :33

i am 17 (a minor) so i will not be dealing with anything inappropriate in that manner!!

my fanfiction is mostly written so that i can explore/ indulge in my hyperfixations (ive heard some people don't like this,, so i thought i'd say it here!! (: )

I mostly write 'Character x Reader' fanfics,, but i might stray to 'Character x Character' from time to time :DD

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other than that,, ask away!! :DD

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how to train your dragon (httyd)

megamind (im not joking im very much hyperfixated on it currently)

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lucifer (the tv series)

detroit: become human (d:bh)

death note :)

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lego ninjago (again,, i am for real rn)

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[heenuna]

draw those chalk suns again

pairing: artist!reader / childhood friend!sunghoon

genre: angsty & smuty fluff, a little bit cottage core

warnings: dom!reader, sub!sunghoon, smoking (cigarettes), selfharm, friends-to- lovers, cheating, lotsa crying, slight mention of suicide, toxic relationship, bathroom masturbation, unprotected sex (use condoms plz) —> creampies, mention of public sex (sex in a car), also the reader is a little bit savage and says inappropriate stuff sometimes

word count: 12.6k

a/n: i've never tried writing angst before so just let it be /ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ also it's the longest fanfic here so i hope you'll enjoy it!

the design is inspired by @fallinforgyu (yep im not creative when it comes to designing headers im sorry)

tags: @donghoonie-3

masterlist here

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bin: «sorry, i'll text you later.»

me: «yeah, sure.»

of course, he won't text back.

and he won't call back.

and he won't even show up for the opening of your exhibition, which you've been preparing for so long. he won't come, and it's not your fault. and obviously not his one.

when did you two become so distant?

you don't even remember the last time you held Soobin in your arms, the last time you buried your nose in his soft hair, the last time you gave him a morning kiss..

those moments flew by and crashed into the rocks. you can't save them now. they're gone.

it's harsh.

it's very harsh to realize that the once beautiful garden of your love has become forever burnt in withering ashes. what fire took away all your dreams and forced them to fade away?

you don't know.

does he know? unlikely.

it's just that at some point your heart started to cover with a crust of a burning ice of his silence, ignoring and ... disappearing?

yes, you have already begun to forget the features of your once-beloved face, of his face, and it's begun to dissipate like a morning mist over a quiet field, as if it never existed, and the only thing that somehow reminds you of its existence is the dew. the purest kind of tears that you shed every day, morning and evening.

they fall from your lashes and race down your cheeks, flowing like little streams at the beginning of spring.

you're in pain.

you wish you could drown yourself in them, but they only blur the fine outline of your pencil sketches.

indeed, the drawing book is soaking wet. it's your fault, crybaby.

with trembling fingers, you scroll through the pages, occasionally exhaling nicotine smoke from your lungs, but the river of pain only increases its flow, and you begin to drown in it, making soft, not at all like you moans.

your throat is already aching from the endless howling, but how can you stop grieving for a love that died so suddenly before it could bear its first fetals? it's horrible.

another loud sob, and you swallow back the lump that has built up in your throat. did you feel better? no.

page by page, and on each of them there is a smiling Soobin’s face. his eyes are like crescent moons, dimples in his cheeks are so fine and deep, a straight row of white teeth..

he's perfect, but right now, when you look at his perfection, you don't see anything. just a cold emptiness. only the pain echoes from your head to your heart, shattering it into millions of small pieces that you'll probably never put back together. is it worth collecting them?

page by page..

«hmm, his face's still here..» a sudden remark goes through your hysterical mind when your eyes don't find Soobin’s face, but someone else’s familiar one?

straight, like out of a drawing textbook itself, nose; lovely moles and lips that looked like the petals of a newly opened rose..

Sunghoon.

even if you tried very hard, you wouldn't be able to remember how long you'd known him, but you knew for sure that you were close when you were playful, carefree kids.

memories of these fleeting moments of joy take you, as like through a portal, to the days of your childhood. little you draw funny suns with chalk on copper barrels, and your friend Sunghoon just watches you, holding the lizard he just caught with his baby fingers. he pouts, his cheeks are puffed out, and his eyes are fixed on your hand as it circles so easily.

you're a real sorceress, no doubt.

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«Sunghoon, hand me the white chalk,» little you commands efficiently, but the boy doesn't even move as he looks at your drawings.

«why?»

«i wanna draw clouds.»

«why?»

«i have to, there are always clouds,» you chuckle, reaching out for the other chalk, but Sunghoon quickly releases the lizard and grabs your hand, and shakes his head, frowning. you look at him with a look of displeasure and surprise. a silly boy.

«you don't need clouds because there are lots of suns,» Sunghoon stares at you, his cheeks puffing out even more as he presses his lips together. why doesn't he like clouds?

«but there must be clouds..» you whisper softly, and he shakes his head again.

«no clouds, just the suns. i won't let a single cloud ruin your suns.»

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damn, you smiled for the first time in so long. it turns out that it's so nice to be distracted from the life you've chosen for yourself. what a coincidence.

«i won't let a single cloud ruin your suns.»

should you..?

you flip through a few more pages, and then a few more until they're all full of Sunghoon's face. here he is 12, and this is your first attempt to draw a portrait.

oh, and here he is already 15, and he doesn't look so good with straight bangs!

15, 16, 17..

wow, the album is over. you squeeze the soft cover between your fingers in frustration and bite your lower lip, tossing your drawings aside.

are you angry with yourself? yes, you are.

as soon as you moved from your parents' house to the big city and he went off to study god knows where, you became estranged. Sunghoon and you have become significantly distant, unfortunately. of course, at first you texted each other almost every minute and the galleries of your phones were filled with your photos, but now..

now everything's different, and you can't bring it back. your friendship, his promise and your best portraits are left behind, the destroyed bridge can not be restored. it's harsh.

your heart starts to spasm again, and tears one more time fall from your eyes, eyes that were once happy. what has become of you, little girl who draws suns with chalk?

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an hour, two, and you get up from your chair, despite the weight on your shoulders. your feet wander reluctantly up and down the spacious apartment, but why does it feel so cramped, so stuffy?

maybe it's just the heat of july.

involuntarily looking out of the window, you see clouds of smoke, handfuls of people and a boundless sky covered with clouds of different colors and shades. a thunderstorm is coming but you can't hear the thunder or the screams of people. you're too wrapped up in your own thoughts, too disillusioned with your life and yourself.

you need to call your mom.

your fingers automatically reach into your back pocket, pull out your phone, and as you do a couple of swipes, a beeping sound fills your empty head. from the other end you can hear a calm and gentle «hello, daughter!»

daughter..

oh, you've gone from being a beautiful daughter to a dead fool.

you mumble a friendly «hi, mom» and then your conversation becomes easier, you definetely calm down when she starts telling you about the harvest of potatoes, onions and carrots, how beautiful the lilacs are blooming in your garden, how all the neighbors are doing and what's new with them..

«remember, when you were a kid, you were besties with Park Sunghoon, his family still lives at the very end of the suburb. he recently came home for a couple of days, and i saw him out of the corner of my eye. oh, he grew up into a fine man! he's so handsome now, _____, you should see him, I bet he still remembers you!»

..what?

your heart skips a beat so fast that you don't have time to breathe, and your eyes just widen in mute surprise. is Sunghoon there now?

«i see, mom, well, he's always been fine, so..»

«no, _____, he's not just fine, he's like a prince from a fairy tale! oh, if only the devil wouldn't let you get into an affair with this office worm Soobin..»

«mom!»

«what?! listen, pack up your pencils and come home, you've been away for too long,» mom adds plaintively, and you'd certainly be happy to say no and that you with your Soobin go on a cruise or something like that, but alas, lying to your mother is not good, and you quickly agree.

and, of course, you're collecting your things quickly as well.

your underwear, another set of clothes, pencils, paper, phone, charger, lighter, cigarettes, that's it, your bag is ready. but are you ready?

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as soon as you pull on your sneakers and unbend, your eyes fall on the mirror and you see your haggard, faded reflection. dark circles under your eyes, fluffy hair, fingers smeared with pencil..

will he like..?

stop.

no, no sunghoon, you're going to see your family, that's all. you have a job, a man, you are well off, you have recently opened your own exhibition, you are happy.. or not?

you try to convince yourself that during the two hours you spend getting back home. the taxi driver, a sweet 30-year-old girl with red and curly hair, is carefully driving an old, almost rotten, car, but that's the last thing you care about. looking through a small window, you see the way skyscrapers turn into trees and shrubs that seem untouched by humanity, and you feel at home for the first time in months. for real.

stopping right in front of your home, the girl turns around, and you give her the money, so she just smiles cheerfully, putting it in the pocket of a denim vest worn over an orange dress. she gives you her card, you give her a small portrait of her, and her powdered cheeks turn pink.

«thank you, call me when you decide to come back,» she babbles, and you smile, nodding. the car door slams shut and you press your lips together.

go back?

you don't want to go back.

not now.

and not later.

never.

the freshness of the forest, the warm embrace of your mom and the kind laughter of your dad are too good to leave again.

not now.

while you're settling into your old room, which hasn't changed since you left, your parents don't stop talking to you about the neighbors, and you're happy to listen and not get caught up in their chatter, as long as they keep talking. it's so nice to be back here, and it feels like the first time you've met the girl you once were. what would you like to tell her? how can you help her?

nah, to hell with her, let her go through all the difficulties herself and become as confident as present you are, and then she will get out of it herself. yes, that's right.

your tired body sinks down on the soft bed, and you almost dissolve into the comfort of your home, like sugar at the bottom of a tea mug, but your mother doesn't let you fall asleep, suddenly deciding that you just need to walk around the neighborhood and get some fresh air, city exhaust is so harmful for your young lungs.

with a quiet «yeah, sure» you take all the necessary things, namely the phone and cigarettes with a lighter, and go outside, followed by a kind look from your parents at your back.

a soft, fine rain falls from the sky and you lift your head up, enjoying the cold massage of caring drops. your chest still aches, but it doesn't matter. you look around with sleepy eyes and push your hair back up as you head down the hill, hands in your pockets.

your white shirt, half unbuttoned so that everyone can see the black top underneath, flutters in the light wind and gets wet from the rain, and soon begins to stick uncomfortably to your body, making you shiver. well, at least loose jeans do not let the cold pass, otherwise it would not be so fun and easy to be treated for cystitis..

you really want to smoke.

you're almost take out a cigarette, but suddenly a familiar woman calls you out and carries you away in a boring conversation that you would love to leave, but your mother taught you to be polite, so you continue to have simple convos with all the familiar aunties, so you don't even notice how your eye catches the house of someone you would not want to see, but who you totally missed.

Sunghoon's house.

you think the birds in the nearby bushes are singing his name, but do you care? you just bite your lips, clutching a pack of cigarettes and your phone in your pockets, and walk past it without looking at its fence, its roof, or its mailbox. to hell with it.

to hell with him.

your walk ends in a thunderclap. the birds instantly die down, the wind picks up, but you're in no hurry to come back home. your heavy thoughts carry you further along the road, past abandoned, dilapidated barns and cottages.

a sad picture.

loud weather.

quiet rage.

the raindrops are getting heavier, and a streak of lightning crosses the sky. nicely.

you quickly look around and, not finding a better option, decide to turn off in the direction of the barn familiar from childhood, where you with Sunghoon were so fond of playing hide and seek.

it hadn't changed, it was still damp and cozy, but did Sunghoon change? he did, there's no doubt.

damn, this guy is not going to leave your thoughts, and you accept this as you walk along the hay that has long since begun to decompose. the old boards creak loudly under the soles of your already damp sneakers, but you just ignore it.

you really want to smoke..

after wandering through the islands of your memory, you decide to stop in the opening of a large gate through which horse carts once passed, and lean one shoulder on the jamb, not thinking that the old paint tends to fall off and deftly stain light clothes. it's raining outside. you should have stayed in the house, but at least you can smoke here.

your fingers quickly take out a cigarette and squeeze its thin base before being pressed with your saliva-covered lips. you've been smoking for a long time and you don't need to be taught, which means you can just as quickly pull out a lighter and light the very tip in one movement.

you take a puff on your cigarette and slowly release the smoke.

are you feeling better?

no, but at least it looks beautifully.

you take a couple more puffs, idly watching the landscape of your native fields and streets, and then you notice something new: a white car.

it catches your attention, and you narrow your eyes slightly as you watch its slow move. behind the wheel there is a dark-haired guy in a whiteshirt like yours, and next to him, in the passenger seat, there is a blonde girl. the long-haired blonde girl you've never seen in your life.

another second, the guy parks the car and turns to his companion, you see his profile and there is no doubt: Park Sunghoon.

Park Sunghoon and his girl.

what a sweet picture.

you bite down on the cigarette filter a little and puff on it harder, not taking your eyes off them. one minute he was pushing both seats down, the next he was leaning over her, her arms wrapped around his neck..

of course, fucking in a car in the middle of a field is almost a literary trope. you lazily look up at the sky and sigh, letting out the last puff of smoke. the cigarette falls into a puddle and dies on contact with its surface.

just as your naive hopes of turning your life around for the better die, just like in these dramas.

shattered desires.

although, can you call it a desire? you just came home. you can also just go back to your concrete cage.

that's the end of the story.

you turn on your heel, graciously leaving. Sunghoon and his girlfriend get the privacy they deserve, and you go back the same way home like a dog beaten up in the yard: slow, sullen, and seemingly too calm to fuss about its injuries.

just twenty minutes of quiet walking and you can see the lilac garden and your mother again. she doesn't ask you anything, literally reading your expression like a simple pamphlet, and suggests you take a shower. you agree, because the raindrops are a little sticky. and it would be worth drying your clothes.

you don't feel any heat or cold, just kick off your shoes and quickly slip into the second-floor bath, your favorite, with a glass shower stall, which you just climb into and turn on the hot water pressure, standing there, enjoying the close solitude. your tired hands, clutching a tiny washcloth, slide over the cold skin, and for a second you imagine, what if Sunghoon touched you? would his touch have been just as warm, or would he have been rougher?

your thoughts get a little muddled, and you shake your head, pushing them away from you. you don't care about him. and his life is none of your business. let him fuck with his girlfriend and be soul mates with her. and you..

and you...

your eyes fill with self-pity once again, and you let two small tears fall to the tiled floor of the shower, but only two. no more, no less. you're not 15 to suffer because someone is living their own life, right?

another 5 minutes and you crawl out of the stall, quickly dry off with an old towel and wrap yourself in your dad's old robe. so cozy, it still smells like his cologne.

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the next three days are the same: you get up early, go to bed late, and draw a lot. the days of your present become the days of your childhood, so serene and gone forever.

sheets of paper are filled with sketches of flowers, people and trees, so frivolously and freely you draw that you yourself might be ashamed of it, but alas, you do what you want, you live as you want.

of course, periodically you check your phone, hoping to see a message from Soobin, asking where you are and if you're okay or not, but he's silent. and your heart is silent, too. does it beat?

you are sitting on the windowsill, the window is wide open, and the wind easily gets into even the most secret corners of your room. your hair is pulled up in a messy bun, your white shirt is still on top of your naked body, and your dark underwear doesn't escape the sly breeze, and you just smile as you enjoy the summer silence.

in your hands rest sheets of paper, drawn and scribbled. you look at the drawings with a satisfied look and straighten your shirt, lowering it a little lower so that it shows your cleavage.

vulgar? maybe, but you're home and you can go naked if you wanna.

who's going to look at you here in the middle of nowhere?

«hey, _____, why aren't you visiting me since you've already arrived? or have you forgotten how to say hello?» a painfully familiar voice shakes the air around you, and you take a deep breath before turning and lowering your head to the sound source. right from the ground on you, the same sunny, filled with youthful warmth, look eyes of the same Park Sunghoon, who you left by fate a few years ago.

he's wearing the same white shirt, and you can't help but feel the kinship you've been trying to hide from all these days. your friend, Park Sunghoon, it's under your windows again.

you can't help but smile, «and you still haven't learned not to copy my style?»

his grin widens, and you can hear him laughing as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his old, already battered pants. his shoulders lift up a little, and you can see the line of his slender collarbone. indeed, it would be such a pleasure to draw him again. he is as handsome as hell.

«when did you get here?» his question makes you laugh too, turning your eyes away to the sky.

«about four days ago. and you?»

«about a week.»

«that's great.»

he pauses, not taking his eyes off you, and you know it's not your friend's eyes anymore. it's the look of a once-familiar man. a strange look. you watch him for a moment, grinning like a fool.

an idiot. you are an idiot.

«i missed you.»

such simple words cause a storm of different emotions in you, and you do not know how to respond to it. on the other hand, it would be so nice to leave reality for a little while and feel special, but alas, reality is too hard to forget about it.

«and i missed you,» you say, pouting the way he usually does. and he notices it, copying you. you smile as you take out a cigarette and pinch it between dry lips. Sunghoon frowns.

«do you smoke?»

«yep.»

«for how long?»

it's a stupid question, but who cares? your heart speeds up involuntarily, and you nod, smiling guiltily at him.

«two years.»

«quit it,» he replies dryly. what is it, care? it's amazing to feel someone's care again. it's strange though.

«i don't want to.»

«why do you always need clouds around you?» it looks like he hasn't forgotten his verse. he hasn't forgotten that conversation or anything else. did he remember all this, too?

you raise your eyebrows a little and then blow out a puff of smoke. out of the corner of your eye, you can see him fidgeting around, so you smile as you look down at him again.

«i don't have any suns left, Sunghoon,» you smile guiltily again and shrug, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, «but i'm glad you have one.»

that blonde girl.

he watches you climb out of the window for a few more seconds, then waves back when you close the window and shake your hand awkwardly against the glass, barely holding back the tears.

you'd secretly like Sunghoon to give up anything for you, hug you and comfort you, take you somewhere far away and hide you from all the worldly things, like in stupid love shows, but life doesn't turn out the way you want it to. you should leave as early as possible.

tears roll down your cheeks once again.

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after another 2 days, you run into Sunghoon outside, and now that both of you are standing on the ground, you can see how much he has grown up and what a huge difference in height you have now. his broad, strong shoulders, his tall frame, probably strong hips.. you get lost for a moment, looking him up and down, while his girlfriend squeezes the sleeve of his shirt a little irritably. you smile inwardly, noticing it.

«we should go now, it was nice meeting you, _____," she says softly, pulling Sunghoon away to the side, and you nod, smiling at her just thinking that he was looking at you with the same appraising gaze that you were looking at him.

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3 more days later, you finally get a message from soobin, and honestly, you're happy to get it:

_____.

there's been a lot of coldness between us lately, and i don't want to suffer in this relationship any more, just like you do. they have outlived. sorry about that, i'm really sorry. i'll pick up my stuff in a few days, but you've sort ofleft, so i'll be gone by the time you arrive. thank you for all your kisses and for all the happy times we spent together. i'm really sorry. and i'm sad about it as much as you are.

i wish you happiness,

soobin.

reading these words, you can't help but think that your heart can't forget Soobin and throw him out as a bad sketch. the way he breaks up with you breaks your heart, and you squeeze the phone in your hand until it hurts, taking another puff. tears mix with nicotine, and the pain in your  heart - with their own fragments. painfully.

pushing the strands of hair back and leaning your buttocks on the old well, you bite your lips and turn off the phone, putting it in your front pocket so you don't have to think about anything else. not Soobin, nor about your miserable fate.

what a fool you are.

the tears flow down in an unruly stream, and you can't stop them. the lonely field before your eyes, as lonely as you are, is blooming, and you are truly envious of it. will you ever blossom?

the cigarette smolders slowly in your hand, burning your fingertips, and you don't notice how you turn the filter over in your hands and press it hard against your wrist. the pain instantly snaps you back to reality, but you don't move the cigarette away from your skin, watching the scar forminv. that's how selfharm starts, right?

«what the hell are you doing?!» a familiar voice calls out to you from the side. you're not in a hurry to turn around, because to see Sunghoon is like dying right now. don't, please, let him go.

his broad figure coming towards you is comparable to a huge tsunami wave that pounces on the ground like a hungry beast on its prey and devours it completely. and so Sunghoon looms over you, glaring at the results of your little «mischief» before snatching the cigarette out of your hand and smashing it out completely on the rocky base of the well. he's angry.

«why are you hurting yourself?» the tears fall even harder from your eyes, but you don't let yourself look at him, no. so broken, destroyed, pathetic you can't afford to look at such happy, successful, achieved at least something in life sunghoon. no, no, no, he has nothing else to do with you. you just need to forget about each other.

«_____?»

the way he says every letter of your name breaks you even more. you recall moments from your childhood: your walks; how you spent hours playing the console in your home; your night trips to the field.. all this seems like a dream or an unfulfilled desire left for later, but not the reality that you have lived for more than 10 years. these memories are so blurry, can you draw them again?

finally, you gather your courage and look up at him, your eyes wet and puffed from crying too many times. he looks into your eyes with a familiar, warm gaze and pouts again, cupping your cheeks with his big palms.

you don't resist, inhaling the scent of his cologne and something fresh, and just tilt your head a little so you can nuzzle your nose into his wrist, close your eyes, and let a few more tears fall down to his sneakers. he doesn't say anything.

«i'm sorry you see me..» the lump in your throat prevents you from speaking properly, you try to swallow it, but it stays in place, so you say the end of the sentence on the exhale, barely audible, «like this..»

if only you could hear his heart breaking just from apologizing to him. what are you apologizing for? why are you crying? a lot of questions flash through his mind, but a loud clap of thunder interrupts his thoughts and all the questions that follow.

not expecting to hear something so loud, you flinch hard and abruptly lift your head from sunghoon's hands, to look at the sky. it's almost black because of the clouds. like the day you saw Sunghoon and.. damn.

your tears mix with the massive raindrops falling on your faces. thunderstorms do not take long to arrive, and in just a few moments, ordinary rain becomes a downpour. your clothes quickly get wet, and you quickly get up from your seat, looking at how your shirt sticks to you. sunghoon's one almost blends into his skin, leaving no room for imagination. you can't help but notice how beautiful his muscles have become. you should draw him again.

«you're going to get sick, we need to get home soon,» you say shortly, biting your lip in time to the thunder, «my house is closer, let's go to my place, we need to dry you out.»

he listens to your commands in silence and only nods when you take him by the hand, as in childhood, and lead him along, at a fast pace for you and usual for him. at such moments, you feel that nothing has changed, sunghoon is still so obedient. this is good for you, you don't need to convince or persuade him again.

with every step you take, the rain gets harder and harder, and you start to feel like you're walking down the street naked. the shirt is plastered to your every muscle, and you're wearing nothing but it. as good as that Sunghoon walks behind you.

damn, his fingers are so warm.

it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter when you turn the key in the lock and open the door wide, nodding your head in its direction. sunghoon understands you without further ado and goes inside first. you join in and listen, but the house is completely silent. no one's home. you are alone.

in the past, the thought like that would have stirred you up, but now you look up meekly and Sunghoon looks at you the same way. for a second, you think he's looking down at your chest, which is visible so clearly right now, but you're just imagining it.

he lazily takes off his soaked sneakers and saunters over to the familiar bathroom. you follow him, crossing your arms over your breasts to cover yourself.

«take a shower or bask in the water, you can hang your things up here and let them dry,» you say quietly, pointing to the radiator, and he just nods, not turning to look at you. with a quick flick of his hand, he opens the faucet and starts adjusting the pressure, as if you're the one who came to visit him, not him.

«i'll go look for some clothes for you..» you're just about to leave for the second floor when all of a sudden sunghoon turns to you, starting to undo the top buttons of his shirt.

«is he here too?»

you stare into his eyes in disbelief, and you can almost feel how heavy his gaze is right now.

«who?»

«your boyfriend. is he here too?» on the word "boyfriend" sunghoon squirms unconsciously, and you bite your lip at the memory of him. Soobin. your nose is sobbing treacherously, but you just shake your head, forcing out a short «no». he visibly relaxes.

«your dad should have some kind of robe, i think it'll do,» the guest suggests, and you nod.

«okay, i'll get it.»

what a stupid dialogue it is. you feel a little guilty about being soft, but now is not the time to let your guard down. your feet carry you to your parents' bedroom, where you quickly find the robe you were talking about to sunghoon and that you've been using all these days. it looks like it's going to be a little too big for him, but that's not a problem, is it?

you smile for the first time this day, clutching the soft cloth in your hands. you look at the dark brown patterns and, without even looking, find the bathroom you left your guest in.

«Sunghoon, i found it..» your exclamation is not meant to be finished, alas. when you step into the dim bathroom, the first thing you see is a nearly naked childhood friend. your eyes quickly, without hesitation, run along his muscles, along his arms, chest, stomach, go around the waist down to the hem of his underwear. does he have a boner?

the distinctive bump is clearly visible under the wet cloth, and you'd be glad to look at it a little longer, but you still lower your head down and hand him the robe, which he takes with some care.

«_____, go warm up too, you're all wet.»

his voice sounds kind of funny, and you look up at him again. you're not embarrassed, but your heart beats a little faster when you see his smile. and it looks like you can't help but smile back.

«yes, when you're done, go upstairs..»

«to your room, yes, i remember,» he nods, smiling even wider at you, and you nod back, moving out of the bathroom and closing the door behind you. as you go upstairs, your thoughts are floating somewhere in another universe, but not here, not in our mortal world.

for the first time in a long time, you feel a sickly-sweet tingling sensation in your stomach and chest, and it's not because of crying at all. it's something different, something you haven't experienced in what feels like forever or more.

this.. attraction?

you can't get your own thoughts out of your head as you scurry back to your room to get an old bathrobe, they're still there, but you need to get rid of them somehow.

but how?

you don't find an answer as you close the door of your favorite bathroom on the second floor. reflection in the mirror is not happy: your hair is soaking wet and clung to your head, you look tired and your eyes a a little puffy from crying. yeah, you're like a dream, for sure.

this is annoying.

everything is annoying.

your fingers start nervously fiddling with the unfortunate buttons in an attempt to unbutton your shirt, and it takes you a while, but you still win this mini-battle. the wet cloth falls to the cold floor with a characteristic squelch, and you look in the mirror again.

your nipples harden.

you can't believe what you're seeing, and you don't let your eyes go down, clutching your aroused buds between your fingers. a pleasant sensation passes through the stomach, and for the first time in a long time, a pleasant, lingering spasm is felt in the perineum. your eyelids close of their own accord, and you squeeze your fingers together again, trying to feel it again. another wave passes through your tense muscles, and you feel something leaking out of you, something warm and sticky.

with convulsive, trembling hands, you unbutton your jeans and kick them to the floor, tossing them aside. your fingers don't dare take off your underwear for a while, but you have to check, so you just close your eyes, pick up the edge of the underwear with your fingers, and pull it down. yes, the feeling didn't deceive you.

when you open your eyes, a huge slick spot appears in front of you absolutely and without any doubt, adorning the thin fabric. you still don't believe it and lean down a little to take in the awkwardness of the situation, but you're even more embarrassed when you see your already red, aroused clit glisten with accumulated smudge that threatens to fall to the floor in a sticky drop. damn.

after a moment's thought, you quickly throw off your underwear and socks and quickly climb into the stall, leaning against the cold wall and not daring to turn on the water. on the one hand, it is necessary to quickly remove these shameful traces of attraction to someone else's boyfriend, but on the other.. your palm quickly turns on the faucet and you adjust the temperature on a whim before sitting down on the still cold floor of the stall and spreading your legs.

it's been a long time since you spreaden them.

just that one movement gets your mind in the right place, and you don't hesitate to put your hand down to where you need it most right now. your fingers slide gently between your layers, and you exhale noisily, not knowing when you got so wet.

you start circling your clit with your fingers and brushing it here and there, your body tightens in a pleasant spasm. your entrance squeezes the void, and you look down in frustration at your other hand, or rather, at the fingers, middle and ring ones.

they won't be enough, you know that, but there are no other options, so you quickly bring them to your mouth and cover them with plenty of saliva before lowering them down and slowly entering them inside of your pulsating pussy. let it be a small stretch, but it does its job, and you start to slowly move them in and out, trying to somehow rid yourself of at least this burden.

what if Sunghoon..

at any other time, you would have dismissed the idea right away, but now that your pussy is squeezing your slender fingers so tightly inside that you can barely move them, his help doesn't seem like such a crazy idea. just the thought of his long fingers pressing down on all your sensitive points, of his cock stretching you perfectly, of his lips covering your breasts with a million sweet kisses and hickeys, drives you crazy, and you pick up the pace.

your fingers slide better and faster, and you smile to yourself as you press down on your clit as hard as you need to. a few more manipulations and you come right on your hand, but does that stop you? no.

the desire seems endless, so you continue to rub the already sensitive clitoris with your palm, without taking your fingers out of yourself. just a little more, just a little more, and you come for the second time, and your body goes limp.

you throw your head back and bring your legs together, slightly shaking from the recent stimulation. it feels so good.

leaning against the wall, you get up and lower your hand down again, circling your clit with one finger. it throbs pleasantly and responds to every slightest touch. too bad you left all your dildos at home.

with a frustrated sigh, you finally start washing up. shower gel, a washcloth and hot water relax you a little, washing away all the remnants of pleasure from your body. soon you're done. in the mirror, you reflect even if a little more calm, but still you. how embarrassing.

you frown a little, realizing that you're so fucked up, but it doesn't matter. sunghoon will never know about this, and you will try to push this memory far away, never thinking about it again. masturbate while thinking about sex with Sunghoon, «it's a taboo, _____, accept it.»

a few more preparations and you're ready to get dressed. underwear and bathrobe. not the best combination, but it will be awkward if only Sunghoon will be almost naked. it's worth supporting a friend.

in fact, maybe somewhere deep down, you hope that your most delusional and tender scenario will come true, but it will be as it will be. you pull the robe tighter around you to hide your still aroused nipples. damn.

as soon as the bathroom door opens, you immediately feel a chill pass through your body and your nipples tighten even more. the fabric that wraps them tightly begins to act differently, exciting them with just a harmless rub.

you bite your lips, feeling your underwear get wet once again. awkward. you're like a schoolgirl.

the sound of the downpour doesn't stop, and you decide to go to the window, brushing your wet hair back so it doesn't fall over your face. there's a bit of fresh air and ozone coming out from under the window frame, and you smile to yourself as you rest on the windowsill.

the storm has played out in earnest and formed an unbreakable wall of water that seems to separate your home from all the others, turning it into your own world, in which there is no one but you and sunghoon. You wish this rain would last forever..

you sigh sadly, but before you can think any further, a large, warm hand wraps around your shoulders and rests on one of them, stroking the fabric of your robe with its thumb. Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon.

«don't stand near the window right after your bath, you'll get sick,» he mutters softly, easily turning you around and guiding you toward your room, along the hallway. you don't resist, just cross your arms over your chest, trying to mentally calm your sensitive chest.

«do you want some tea?» you ask, looking up at Sunghoon, and he shrugs, licking his lips.

«actually, i've warmed up enough, i'm even hot.»

you nod and tilt your head down, frowning slightly. thoughts like «can you warm me up too?» or «hmm, i'm cold, cac we have a naked cuddle?» flash through your head, but you quickly dismiss them when you're done. sunghoon puts you down to walk around the room he hasn't been in for so long. his eyes are so bright when he sees all the old posters, figurines, stones and other nonsense that you collected as children.

it's hard to see anything in the dark, so you turn on the light. it's a little dim, just like when you were a kid, but you've always liked the dimness, so you don't mind. your hand slowly closes the door, like you used to do before, but for some reason now all these gestures seem somehow too adult, somehow wrong.

you sigh as he walks around, looking around, and go to the window to draw the curtains. you have to spread your arms in different directions to reach the edges of the curtains, and this causes the robe to open up a little. panic spreads through your body, and you freeze for a split second before pulling the curtains together as quickly as possible. your hands are reaching for the edges of the robe in a hurry, but some of them do it before you do. you can feel with your whole body how much you're excited. Sunghoon is warm as his fingers expertly and quickly tie the belt of your robe. your heart seems to skip a beat again when sunghoon rests his nose against your ear, rubbing the tip of it just a little, not letting you out of his embrace.

«_____, it's been so long since i've been here, nothing has changed at all.»

you can't help but smile at his comment, realizing that you're not the only one who feels pleasantly nostalgic about being in this place again, after all this time.

«yes, it's exactly the same as before.»

Sunghoon awkwardly pulls you closer and you panic. the knot in your stomach slowly gets tighter and tighter, the fabric of your underwear sticks uncomfortably to the wet folds, and your chest fills with a pleasant thrill. it seems like you're finally just accepting the fact that Sunghoon isn't your friend anymore, and he never will be. you no longer see him as a neighbor's boy, you see an adult, a man you need so much. and this is painful, because the reality is completely different, and someone else has taken your place in it.

your place.. was it ever yours?

«just like that, down to the last detail,» he repeats after you. his lips, moving as he speaks, quickly brush against your cartilage, and you get goosebumps from head to toe, relaxing and tensing at the sametime. does he feel how crazy you are?

«Sunghoon, listen..» you try to start, but he cuts you off, not allowing you to formulate what makes your chest ache so unpleasantly.

«_____, wait..» he stops you to wrap both arms around your waist and pull you even closer, so that at the slightest swaying of your hips, you can feel it..

«Sunghoon, you..»

«i'm sorry, _____, but this is really unbearable. i know you're probably disgusted by this, but i can't help it,» he murmurs in your ear, squinting slightly as his hips rock into yours once more and you can feel his robe-covered erection rubbing against your thigh. he's excited. you're excited.

is it possible to..?

«are you talking about your boner? it's okay, it's a natural reaction,» your words comfort him a little, and so when he slowly turns you around to face him, you don't see any blind passion or crazed excitement in his eyes, just something familiar and warm.

«tell me, did you know about my feelings?»

«your feelings?»

«yeah, did you know about them?»

taken aback, you shake your head slightly, tilting it to the side as he speaks. sunghoon lightly squeezes the fabric of your clothes between his fingers, creating a risky situation where that flimsy robe might open up.

«no, i didn't know. i still don't know.»

his eyes, which are glued to you, are slightly blurred, and he bats his fluffy lashes, licking his lips as your hands rest on his forearms, gently massaging them with your fingers, «Sunghoon, is there something you want to tell me?»

he swallows loudly, looking down before mumbling, «you know, these past few years have been full of different things, i graduated from university, got a job, got back on my feet, but..»

«but?»

«but i never stopped remembering the time when we were kids, and when i could see you every day, in this very room.»

hell, that sounds like a confession. what should you do? be silent or speak? smile or make a serious face?

«did you miss our childhood?» your tone sounds gentler than you'd like, but you're too focused on it to think about anything else. your hands squeeze him a little tighter as he continues.

«i missed not only our childhood, i missed my adolescence and youth, because that's when i realized..»

«realized what?»

he is deliberately slow, not knowing how to start, but you can already predict the answer, and you don't even need to think again. your hands slide down his arms to his chest, and for the first time, you feel someone's heart beating as hard as if you were holding it in your hand.

your eyes meet again, and as much as you want to look away, you can't. sunghoon can't do it either. his fingers tighten around the fabric of your robe, and you begin to feel your body slowly being exposed.

«_____, i've been in love with you for so long. of course, at first i thought that all those sweaty palms and perpetual boners just looking at you were just a youthful thing, but just a week ago, when i saw you drawing on the window, i felt so happy and sad at the same time. you were so beautiful, so grown up, so close and distant at the same time, that i didn't have the slightest doubt that it was all serious from the very beginning.»

Sunghoon says his confession in one breath, and you just stare at him blankly, not understanding how it happened. he.. does he love you? you mean, does he really love you, like those stupid boys in the books?

you get lost in the storm of your own feelings. it would seem that your dream has come true, and your most desired plot has come true, but why don't you believe it? why can't you be happy about it?

«do you love me?»

a nod from the guy across from you doesn't calm you down, and you close your eyes to take a deep breath. sunghoon thinks you're angry, so he rushes to continue his explanation, afraid to leave out something important.

«when i found out that you started dating that jerk, my heart broke and i was determined to forget you, but when i saw you back then, i....»

«Sunghoon, you already have a beloved one.»

your words cut through his heart like a knife, and it starts to bleed, to bleed out all the love that he has so carefully kept all this time.

«why are you thinking about her now?»

his question seems so silly that you just tilt your head up to the ceiling and inhale again before looking into his eyes, raising both palms to cup his face and gently stroke his cheekbones with your thumbs, «because you're hurting her right now.»

your answer makes him frown, and he puts his hands on top of yours to push you away from his face, but your grip is too strong and his is too passive, so after the first failed attempt, he gives up, waiting to see what you'll say next.

«Sunghoon, you're such a wonderful guy, and i'd be lying if i said i don't care about you at all. well, just half an hour ago, i was touching myself in the tub, thinking about you,» the details make his cheeks and ears turn red, and he licks his lips, biting them right after, «but i also know it's wrong to mock her like that. i'm sorry, i don't remember her name, and i don't care.»

an awkward silence falls between you. sunghoon tries to put every word you say into his head, «you've always been so considerate of everyone, i like that about you, but..» he tilts his head to the side and reaches for your face. your hands should have stopped him, but you just let him get closer and stop a few inches from his face, «it's so infuriating right now.»

your tongue moves nervously across your upper palate, making a clicking sound, «i don't want to be the cause of someone's tears.»

«_____, i fuck her with my eyes closed, imagining you in her place. do you think she doesn't know that? you were the cause of her tears from the very beginning. and it's only my fault that i was so foolishly hoping to replace you with someone else, i'm ashamed and i'll apologize to her later, but now,» you can feel his slow breath on your lips, «i want to make love to the girl i've been dreaming about for so many years. will you let me cross this border, _____?»

you've never been good at making decisions, and now that you have to do one of the most important things in your life, your mind is failing you. you don't know what to feel or what's right, you don't know what you should do, but you're sure of what you'd like to do. morality and immorality dance together, but what exactly do you prefer? fall or rise?

you can't help but smile as you look up at him again. Sunghoon looks so fine, so you're being absolutely sure, say «yes» in the affirmative.

his eyebrows twitch a little, and his gaze falls on your lips, so desirable and close. he gets lost, not knowing how to do it, and so he looks into your eyes again, looking for the answer, «can i really?»

you nod. he repeats after you, but still doesn't find the confidence to do what he's about to do, so you grab the collar of his robe and pull him to you, letting him get into a deep, tender kiss. even though you haven't been to france, you are very familiar with french kissing, unlike sunghoon. he awkwardly follows your tongue, twisting around it and trying to catch the moment to suck it slowly, but you're much faster. the tip of your tongue quickly passes over the top row of his teeth and, stopping there, curls around his tongue.

his whole body feels like it's on fire. you can tell by the way his hands are hot as he takes off your robe and then slides it down your stomach, not knowing where to put it. if you hadn't seen that scene in the car, you might have said he was definitely a virgin.

when his hands finally make up their minds to touch your breasts, you mumble a little through the kiss, but you don't ruin it in any way. instead, you gently take his hands in yours and show him how to do it. he learns quickly, and it's not long before you feel yourself getting wet again.

«yeah, that's right, baby, go ahead,» you encourage. his face flushes even deeper when you let out a soft moan as his big palms graze your sensitive bump so well.

«suck them,» Sunghoon looks up at you, slightly surprised, and his fingers tighten a little on the flesh of your breasts, making you bite your lip in impatience. has he forgotten how to do everything?

the affectionate nickname seems to have some sort of effect on him, and he freezes, not knowing how to react. did you scare him?" you raise an eyebrow, not sure if you've said the wrong thing. why does he hesitate?

«i've never done anything like this...» he replies sheepishly, as if mesmerizing your breasts with his bewildered gaze. should he lick them, or bite, or suck them? what is the algorithm?

«but you're not a virgin, have you never touched your girlfriend's titties?.»

«ex-girlfriend's.»

«..okay, ex-girlfriend's titties this way?»

not knowing how to answer this question, he lowers his head and simply shakes it from side to side. his cheeks are puffing up again and,wow, this is the moment when you just have to take matters into your own hands.

«okay, then i'll teach you what i like, and you'll just be an obedient boy and do whatever i say, okay?»

your words echo through his head, leaving behind so many questions and so few answers. will you teach him?"

«an obedient boy?» Sunghoon is so quiet and restless, you'll have a long night ahead of you, you're sure of that. your next affirmative nod doesn't calm him down, and he almost bites his lip until it bleeds when you start to run your fingers slowly, gently down his cheeks and neck, leaving little trails of goosebumps on his skin.

«my dear sunghoon's a little confused, right?»

Sunghoon doesn't know how to react. the blush is slowly spreading to his neck and shoulders, and he's breathing a little harder than usual. over the past few years, few people had called him dear, much less tried to baby him. all these new petnames like «baby» or «my boy» seem so foreign, but so.. desirable? Sunghoon can't explain why his cock twitches so pleasantly every time you call him your baby.

this is all some kind of trick, no doubt. 

«are you happy, honey?»

here we go again. sunghoon feels a translucent droplet form on his tip and slowly trickle down the shaft. he's in a kind of sweet anticipation that makes his head feel hazy, and he just nods, looking at you from under his barely-closed eyes. it may be difficult to do this, but he admits to himself how much he likes your every word and every movement.

a soft, hoarse «yes» wraps around your wounded, tortured heart like a balm, and you seem to be slowly recovering. Sunghoon is like a kind doctor, and you are his prodigal patient who took several years to find her way home.

«we need to lie down,» your fingers massage the base of his neck and tangle with the short hair at the nape of his neck. just that one touch makes Sunghoon shiver pleasantly as he nods, turning you both towards the bed. you walk backwards, never taking your eyes off him, and you smile, mentally thanking yourself that you didn't go back that day after all.

Sunghoon seems to feel the same way, leaning in for another kiss as his hands gently lower you to the bed, and he hovers over you as if you were his prey.

silly boy.

your playful smile through the kiss encourages him, and he tries to deepen it himself, albeit clumsily. warm hands on his shoulders relax his tense muscles, and he finds the strength to never let go of you again, not for a minute, not for a second, and never again.

«it's not fair that you still have your underwear on,» he mumbles, and you grin, giving one last chaste kiss to his lips.

«undress me then,» your wish is his command. he quickly settles down next to your knees and then, looking at you, slowly slides his hands up your calves to them, trying to impress you with his tenderness. his touch feels deliberate, and so you just relax, giving him as much willpower as he needs.

and he's happy about it. he is glad that his hands can rest so freely on your knees and spread your legs wide. he's happy to see the big, sticky stain on your underwear, knowing he's the reason of it. he's happy to see a few glistening threads running from your folds to your underwear as he undresses you. and, of course, he is happy when he notices how slowly, but quickly, more and more wetness flows out of you.

«you're so wet, _____,» he says in amazement as a small, clear drop leaves the confines of your core and drips down your skin onto the sheets. at the very thought of what this drop could be delicious, Sunghoon's head gets more cloudy.

«yes, and it's all because of you, Hoonie,» you agree, spreading your legs even wider so that he can enjoy the results of his work to his heart's content. naturally, you've never done this before, and you're feeling a little self-conscious, but sunghoon won't know about this. let him think it's no big deal for you.

before you can get an answer, he's already leaning closer to your crotch, intending to eat you out completely, but you bring your legs together just in time so that his nose is directly on your knees. Sunghoon frowns in displeasure.

«____ , what is it? spread them now,» Sunghoon tries to be bossy, but you both know perfectly well that you've always been the leader between the two of you, which means you're in charge. when you sit up, you just shake your head and smile.

«have you forgotten that you have to be obedient?»

«but i am a ma..» he mumbles, but your hand covers his lips just in time before he can utter such an absurdity.

«your dick doesn't decide who's in charge, Sunghoon,» he narrows his eyes a little, licking his lips so that he can run his tongue over your fingers, «get this crap out of your head and let's learn how to please me.»

he has no choice but to nod, and you take your hand away. his saliva is still warm between your fingers, and you defiantly lick it off, making your little brat blush.

«now take off your robe and lie down on the pillows, baby.»

the amount of embarrassment Sunghoon experienced is indescribable. he has never expected you to be like this. he felt like he was going to hover over you, you were going to spread your legs, and you were going to do exactly the same thing as.. the realization hits him hard when he finally leans back against the pillows and watches you push his robe aside and get up to lock the door.

your hips, swaying slightly from side to side, look very different from what the so called «yours» looked like. you have a different waist, different breasts,different shoulders, everything is different, and therefore sex should also be different.

he bites his lip a little, wondering what will happen next.

his eyes follow yours you quickly turn the latch and turn to face him, smiling the same way you used to when you were a kid. except that you used to close the door to make some harmless craft or bird feeder, and now you're both naked and ready, as a religious Sunghoon's aunt would say, give yourself up to all your sins. how embarrassing.

the closer you get to him, the more tense he gets.

«you have a very nice cock, Sunghoon, i can't wait to get on it,» you mumble sweetly, sliding your fingertip from the base to the tip, tracing a circle around it. his cock twitches as if in response, and Sunghoon sighs through his teeth, averting his eyes.

«but first, let's learn the basics,» you draw even closer, and then again, your chest slowly sways with each movement sunghoon really finds it hard not to stare at you like you're an exhibit in a lab. damn, damn, damn.

Sunghoon circles your hips out of the corner of his eye, noticing the enticing glint of your inner thighs, and soon feels it all over himself as you sit on his stomach and put both hands on his ribs, still smiling.

he doesn't look away from you.

«so, baby, look, i like it when you raise your palms like this,» you cover his hands with yours, slightly crossing your fingers, and begin to lift them up, under the chest, without lifting them from the skin. Sunghoon exhales loudly and bites his lips a little when he feels your breasts cover the back of his hands. it feels so good.

«they're so soft,» he says modestly, and you nod, moving your hands to his sides, «now you need to lift my chest up a little and then cover it with your hands. your hands are big, they should fit.»

and you're right. Sunghoon repeats your command exactly in practice, and your loud exhalation echoes through the room. his hands seem to be perfect for this kind of touch, grazing your nipples so well. he's a fast learner.

«good boy, Sunghoon,» you don't skimp on your praise, so he's happy to repeat the movement he just learned. your back arches slightly to meet his, and he grins again, knowing he's doing the right thing.

«now leave one hand in the same position, and let go of the other and squeeze with your fingers so that the nipple remains uncovered.»

your explanation seems a bit confusing, and sunghoon does everything at random, but right again. you can't help but stroke his skin with your fingers as a reward.

«yes, great. now i'm going to lean in to you like this,» you take your hands away from him and move them to the head of the bed. your back bends more, and in order to lean as close as possible, you spread your legs even wider. Sunghoon can feel your wetness leaving stains on his stomach, and you almost moan when your clit accidentally rubs against his skin. biting your lips hard won't let you flatter him like that.

«and you'll suck it.»

Sunghoon lifts his head up to you, and you smile, leaning down to kiss his forehead. he smiles contentedly, and you kiss his lips, quickly, but gently enough to make him smile.sunghoon softened up, massaging your chest more actively with both hands.

«like a baby?"

«yeah, like a baby.»

«it only needs to be sucked?» now it's Sunghoons turn to make you blush.

«you can do whatever you want, but only gently, they're sensitive.»

Sunghoon needs to stare at his target for a few more seconds before he pulls you even closer and finally starts sucking on you. your body goes limp almost immediately as his hot tongue and saliva wash over you like a wave. a small moan escapes your lips.

«damn, baby, go on,» you whisper, gripping the wooden crossbar until your knuckles ache, until Sunghoon slowly, very gently caresses you. his lips are soft on the sensitive bud, and the even row of teeth barely touches it, but it's enough to make you wet even more. Sunghoon feels like a sticky puddle has already formed on his stomach, and it only inspires him to squeeze the fingers of his other hand, feeling your thighs tighten and shake.

«do you like it? am i doing well?» your lover asks you quietly, confidently, between words, kissing his path to your second breast, not forgetting the movements that you taught him.

«y-yes, go on,» you barely whimper when he wraps his lips around the still-uncaressed bump again and immediately presses it down with his teeth harder than he did with the previous one. finally, you moan out loud, and that deep, clear sound, mixed with the patter of rain, carries you through dimensions. Sunghoon is somewhere far away. he doesn't know or remember who he is or where he is, he's only interested in you.

«damn, baby..» you squint hard when he bites you again, and this time you think you're going crazy. the knot in your stomach is tied so tightly that you're about to explode, so you'll have to stop, even if reluctantly.

one of your hands is slowly placed on his hair, and you smooth it down, signaling. sunghoon immediately reacts, opening his mouth slightly to release your nipple from his mouth. a thin thread of saliva forms between it and his lips, which soon thinns out and falls on your stomach, pleasantly cooling your skin.

your fingers gently brush through his strands.

«that was wonderful, baby, thank you,» as a reward, you lean in and give him another kiss, which quickly turns into a fiery and passionate battle between two tongues. sunghoon wraps both of his arms around your waist and lowers your hips down along your stomach, drawing out a series of exhausted moans that sound like whimpers. the clitoris pulsates pleasantly at the slightest touch of everything, and Sunghoon is happy to give you so much pleasure with just one hug.

«Hoonie, you're a fast learner,» your hand gently strokes his cheek, and you inhale his scent greedily, trying to catch your breath as he takes in the small lights in your eyes, licking his lips to taste your saliva again.

«i want you to feel good,» he whispers, hugging you like a child hugging a new toy for christmas.

you stroke his head again and again, kissing the top of his head and then his forehead, completely forgetting how much you're aroused. you need to do everything slowly.

«do you have any condoms with you?»

the question makes him tense up a little, and you can feel his muscles clench spasmodically. he shakes his head, giving out a small «fuck». wow, your little one can swear, how cute.

«don't worry,» your voice takes his mind off the worry, but he's still tense, «we can do this raw.»

his eyes widen a little. what? will he be able to feel your warmth on his skin, without any barriers? Sunghoon almost breaks into a satisfied smile, but his heart skips a beat when he realizes that this will definitely put your health in danger.

«but is that okay?»

you frown a little. he's right, he's absolutely right, but you can't do it without him today, and you're right about that. damn.

«yes.»

«we can just help each other and finish,» Sunghoon suggested, pouting in his favorite way. his genuine concern for you and your beautiful body is touching, but you just stroke his cheek and shake your head, smiling.

«honey, if i don't cum on your cock tonight, i'm going to die. and i don't intend to do it just once, so get ready to fill me up with your cum as many times as you can.»

Sunghoon's lips unconsciously makes a funny face when he leans over to give your collarbone a peck.

«_ _ _ _ , use me, i'll do whatever you want, i promise, i'll give you everything, every last drop of my cum.»

you nod contentedly.

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you think if it hadn't been for a terrible rainstorm outside, the whole neighborhood would know how good you are feeling this day. it's already been at least an hour since Sunghoon came inside you for the first time, and to say it was magical is an understatement.

his cum is thick and white, so pleasantly enveloping your walls every time his cock slides inside again, his hands squeeze your hips so hard when you once again lift up to abruptly fall on him, again and again touching almost all the sensitive spots inside of you.

your cheeks are slightly itchy from the salty paths left by happy tears, but you are unlikely to stop now.

«_____, i'm gonna cum..» Sunghoon grits quietly through his teeth as his hands once again lift you up to bring you down sharply while you rest your hands on his shoulders, trying to move in time.

«fuck, no, not now..» you whine, squeezing his shoulders harder, and he pulls his hands away from you so you can lift your hips on your own and release his throbbing cock from you. as soon as he comes out, a few large drops of the previous load immediately fall down on him, and you break into a satisfied, relaxed smile, feeling something coming out of your needy pussy profusely.

«how much longer can you last?» sunghoon shrugs, putting both of his hands behind his head so you can take full control of him. such an obedient boy.

«once or twice, no more,» his answer seems to please you, but it also seems to upset you. of course, there's no denying that the two previous times he filled you up were magical, but you wouldn't mind spending the whole night like this, feeling him fill you up over and over again. oh, what a pity you can't keep his cum inside you forever.

«okay, baby, then let's do this,» your fingers lightly massage the muscles of his collarbone as you gather your thoughts, «now i'll do it all by myself and you'll fill me up like this, and then we'll switch places, and i'll let you fill me up the way you want.»

Sunghoon nods approvingly.

«and then when we rest, you do it again, i want to feel your cum all the time,» he thinks you're crazy, and you are. such a long period of abstinence, a beloved boy nearby and an atmospheric room turn you into a sex-hungry monster, and you can't resist it. you want sunghoo here and now, and until everything down there hurts right away.

Sunghoon gently strokes your hips, which are trembling with impatience and fatigue, «_____, you're already so red in there, doesn't it hurt?»

you don't think twice. you feel a constant throb, humidity and, unfortunately, emptiness. you want more. you want sunghoon.

«it's okay, love,» you exhale, sliding your hand down to his cock. the hand finds the tip unmistakably, so you gently, carefully pass the tip with your thumb right along the delicate bridle, Sunghoon immediately responds with a guttural groan.

«please, _____..»

you're almost on the edge yourself, so at the first sound that falls from his lips, you put his tip to the leaking with his cum entrance and, without thinking twice, lower your hips down. the entire length of him is instantly inside you, and your walls immediately squeeze so hard that the guy underneath you can barely restrain himself from cumming right away, just seconds later. you mumble contentedly, barely moving to feel each of his wreaths again.

«damn, Hoonie, i love you,» you whisper for the first time tonight, looking down at him. your eyes widen slightly as he raises his eyebrows and looks back at you, not saying a word as tears form at the corners of his beautiful brown eyes. you rush to lean in to kiss them away, but his cock turns so nicely inside of you that you almost moan in his face.

he's so close, your sweet hoonie, whom you've already lost and only found today. he's right here under you, crying like a little baby, and you just brush his tears away with your thumbs, smiling.

«silly, why are you crying?» his eyes narrow a little as he smiles at your question, and more tears rush to fall on the pillowcases of your pillows. he's so cute. your lips slowly cover his face with small butterfly kisses.

«i'm sorry, i'm just happy that it's mutual.»

his voice may be shaky, but it sounds so happy that you kiss him again and again, over and over, until he wraps his arms around your neck, not wanting to let you go even a millimeter. another hot kiss inflames you, and you instinctively begin to lift your lower body up and down, in a moderate but steady rhythm. he moans loudly against your lips, pressing even closer to you as if you're his last chance, but it's actually the opposite.

this is the sweet guy who saved you after months of self-tormenting and crying, the guy who caused you to change everything, now in your hands, and he will never leave them again. with each new thrust, the pace increases. let this be your last round, you two couldn't care less.

«i'm cuming soon,» he catches your whisper with his lips as you pull away from him to brush the unruly strands of hair out of your face.

«m-me too..»

«let's do it together.»

Sunghoon gives a small nod, and after just a few more thrusts, you clench once again and feel the warmth filling you from the inside out. soft, viscous and so desirable liquid rolls down the walls, envelops them like a blanket. you drop your whole body against his chest, and he immediately hugs you, closing his eyes.

you can't find the strength to move, you don't want to feel empty again, and so you just lie there, eyes closed, in each other's arms. with your sensitive walls, you can feel his cock slowly going limp, and even Sunghoon almost turns into a puddle with each new breath. you've exhausted him, obviously.

the sound of rain has a positive effect on you, calming you down after such a passionate coitus. propping your head in your hands, you study his relaxed face, counting moles and freckles, smiling like a fool.

«Hoonie,» your boy hums weakly, listening carefully to whatever you're about to say, «i wish we'd done this sooner.»

he frowns a little, opening his eyes lazily, and now you're looking at each other, just like you did when you were kids: he pouts a little, and you smile, tilting your head to the side.

«earlier?»

«when we were teenagers.»

«my god, _____, what are you thinking about?» Sunghoon waves you off with a big smile on his face, «this is gross.»

«gross? we haven't changed much. you just got bigger,» you laugh, lifting yourself up on your hands to pull his cock out of you and sit on his stomach, feeling a nice warmth. his cum is leaking out of you again, forming a puddle, but it doesn't matter, nothing else matters.

«it's leaking out,» he says, and you nod sadly, looking at the small white puddle right in front of your pussy.

«yes, i'm so sorry, but it's okay, you can fill me up every day.»

«do you like creampies?»

“i love your creampies,» the obvious emphasis on the word «your» makes him smile contentedly, «uhh, i wish you were my first, it would be so cool to see your white, sticky, precious cum leaking out of my tight virgin pussy..»

«shut up, for god's sake!» your boy bursts out laughing, and you parrot him.

the thunderclaps subside.

the downpour almostly stops.

the sun appears no cloud can ruin it now.

never.

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28 & 32 PLZ <3

PINKY HELLO!! i love you.

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

i love this question and feel ill equipped to answer it, bc the answer is: I Don't Know. i definitely have struggled with feeling pressured to produce in fandom, or to produce writing that i was really proud of and happy with every single time, or to produce writing that other people might really enjoy, and it all became way too much. this all came to a head for me a few months ago and i experienced a very profound fic burnout that was really not fun at all and had me considering leaving fandom. and ever since i've been on the other side of that, i find that i don't feel this same pressure, and i'm able to enjoy the process of writing a lot more and not think so much of outcomes/reception, because i've seen how bad it feels when it gets Real Bad and it's easier for me to prioritize preventing that. so it's hard to say, because i dont think "let the pressure escalate until it overflows and you realize that literally none of this matters except for what YOU get out of it" is a very universal or healthy way of dealing with pressure, but it was my personal somewhat strange process, and in ways i'm grateful it got as intense as it did because i can honestly say my relationship with fic is significantly healthier than i think it has ever been now.

i think for me it's important to make sure that every single thing i write now is for me first. even if it's for a fest (which i have cut back on a lot to maintain this) -- even if it's for a gift -- it has to be for me first. because if i'm not enjoying what i write, then it just becomes work, and i have enough work with my like actual job.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

OH MAN OK i'm not sure if these are my all time favs but they're the ones that come to mind: Draco and Harry's first kiss in Buds Blooms and Beards:

“Christ, Potter. Relax,” he says. He steps close, and Harry shivers when he places an open palm on his collarbone. Draco looks at him curiously as though Harry has suddenly sprouted antlers. Harry tries his best not to meet his intense gaze, but finds that his eyes fall down to his lips instead.

“Alright then,” Draco says. “This is the part where I unfurl my secret homosexual tentacles and use them to suck your life force out through your ears. Have you brought yours along as well?”

Draco trying to determine Harry's sexuality under the guise of herb preferences in Mise en Place:

Draco rolls his eyes. “I can’t just ask,” he says. “That’s far too forward.” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly vexed. “But then — some people seem like they like coriander, but they really like parsley. And sometimes you think you have someone completely pegged as a parsley fiend, but really they can’t get enough of coriander.”

Harry pauses, taking in Draco’s apparent misery over the mere prospect of garnishes. Then he shrugs. “I like both.”

And Harry's latest dad joke in Twelve Moons which i laughed too much at writing because i am a walking dad joke:

“Sure,” Malfoy says. “It can be a trial run. We can find out whether we can actually interact without killing each other. I’ll even call you by your first name — Harry, was it?”

“You’re a bright lad, Drago.”

ty for the ask pinky!!

send me a fanfic ask!

#ask #long post #i have a lot of thoughts on fandom burnout #i think this is something we see a lot of in drarry bc it is a massive fandom with a lot of fests #and frankly i dont think its a good thing that so many of us end up finding ourselves where we do #i think it is preventable but i do think it requires a bit of a culture shift within this fandom #to make sure that we are not discussing fic as if it was a commodity #and to appreciate the time and energy that goes into creating it #and the rest that is required afteward #and to understand that not everyone can or wants to write at the same quantity #i think we need to continue supporting each other and reminding each other that we dont owe anything to fandom #we dont owe anything to each other but respect #and it's okay to take breaks #and when you feel burnout encroaching it is important not to try to push through it #and to continue checking in with yourself to make sure YOU are enjoying your time in fandom #bc that is the most important thing bar none