#I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE THIS FML

[pseudophan]

some post wad weekend thoughts...

i just wrote all this on the plane and haven't read it through so apologies for any mistakes

first of all, this weekend was incredible. i usually just kinda sit at home doing not much of anything, and this was a much needed break to actually have some fun. london in general always lifts my spirits but i suppose that danisnotonfire guy contributed a little as well.

guys i think i've met more people the past few days than i otherwise have in years. like. holy shit. i started listing people but i'm petrified i'll forget someone so i chickened out, sorry about that. but you all know who you are. i've met friends i've had for years, people i used to know but haven't spoken to in what feels like a decade, newer friends, and a frankly baffling amount of people i didn't know yet but who told me they've followed me for ages. like holy fuck you guys lmao what the hell??? and i mean did the reaction ever get old no of course it didn't. bad for my ego i'm sure but totally worth it. there's something very amusing and incredibly surreal about being chronically lame in most aspects of life and then suddenly finding yourself in an environment where you're kinda cool???? SO fucking fun oh my god, but also i do kinda feel like i've tricked you all? but hey i'll happily let you keep believing i'm cool, that is more than fine with me.

most importantly though everyone was SO lovely. like i said i don't think i've spoken to this many people in such a short amount of time in years and every single person i talked to was awesome. guys did you know phannies are kind of great... don't tell anyone but, lowkey... everyone is so funny and cool and absolutely insane but in a good way (shoutout everyone left at the gates until the very end, we should probably get some help).

and then lastly of course, mr howell himself. i talk about this a lot i feel like but fuck me that man was born to perform. whether you think he's actually funny or not, nobody can argue he doesn't absolutely thrive on a stage. he plays off the audience so well and he's so very obviously having the time of his fucking life. i'd already seen the show twice before this, and i didn't think anything would top the previous london show but man... the first night he came back out after the show having clearly been tearing up backstage, apologising for being an inconsistent absent parent, and i can't lie the "i had daddy issues and THEN i subscribed to dan howell" got me cause yeah no literally dude, you nailed it, exactly, well done. i think something about doing this show again, his magnum opus as he considers it, now after the dapg return was very special to him. he seems genuinely surprised that so many of us were ready to just jump back in like nothing happened, i don't think he was expecting so many people to still be waiting and it's... man. he comes off so grateful for us all and it's so fucking sweet. and then on the last night, i think that was my favourite, when the show ended and he got the standing ovation and people throwing him flowers.. he was so HAPPY. and clearly overwhelmed with emotion which, i gotta say, there is something honestly kinda funny about daniel howell standing in front of you trying not to cry. like no by all means dude go ahead, please, you've made me cry an endless amount of times it's only fair.

ugh. i'm proud of him or whatever. dick. and i'm proud of our ridiculous fucking community. i'm not sure what 14 year old nora would say if you'd told me i'd still be kicking it in the phandom a decade on, but at almost 25 (fml) i'm so so happy to be here still. you know, we get a bad rep, but i genuinely think as far as fanbases go we're pretty solid. and i love you all so much.

i believe i will have to rob a bank or something because the next time dan and/or phil do a tour i think i'll have to just show up at every date like i'm sorry but this was too good of a high we need to do it again immediately

anyway. back to work 💪

(by which i mean giffing dan and phil. i am still very much unemployed. fr though i'm two whole videos behind this has never happened i feel weird. who am i)

[twogyuu]

Second Chance

Pairing: Junhui x fem!reader

Synopsis: World-class professional boxer, Moon Junhui has everything a man could desire: good-looks, money, fame, power, and a beautiful fiancé. Yet, there’s a void in his heart that cannot be filled despite the countless number of golden trophies and diamond encrusted belts lining the walls of his home. If he had a second chance to do this all over again, would he have chosen differently?

Genre: Fluff, crack(?), angst, boxer!au, time travel!au, forbidden relationship, amateur boxer!jun, coach's daughter!reader, older brother figure!Cheol, inspired by 'Tear' by BTS

Warnings: Fist-to-fist combat, minor inaccuracies about boxing (I did some research and pulled from what I know from watching with my siblings), reader cheats (playfully), italics refer to a past life (if this were a movie, imagine the scenes of both lives being shown simultaneously in parallel - yet the outcome doesn't change . . .) 

WC: ~1.5k

A/N: I think the FML ver. 3 album was my sign to post at the very least a drabble/snippet from this giant writing project that I've been working on and off on for the past year and a half 🤧 Surprise :') There was a reason I never really wrote for Moon Jun. I was invested, but on and off writing for this fic that's already gotten to 22k words, but is still less than halfway finished 😭

If people enjoy this enough, just maybe . . . I'll consider turning it into a series? Idk . . . with the new job and all the transition stuff, I can't make any promises like I did with 'Terrifyingly Innocent.' Do know that I hold this fic near and dear to my heart and would do it in a heartbeat if the circumstances were different.

Last but not least, I'm also sharing this small snippet for the lovely @sleeplessdawn - though we met under "special" circumstances lol, I'm glad we did 💙 Thank you for always indulging in my insane dreams and writing ideas hehehe.

A long time ago, Jun decided he didn’t believe in fate. 

If fate was real, his then selfish decisions wouldn’t have led him astray from you. 

If fate was real, he wouldn’t have followed his head and his greed and chose you instead. 

If fate was real, despite the challenges, it would've been you by his side at the gala, dressed to the nines with a heavy rock on your finger wrapped around your finger, signifying the promise of his undying love for you. 

Yet, everything that has led him here, back to you in these moments in his youth that at the time he didn’t know were precious and fleeting, has him questioning his own beliefs. 

The loose bands of the ring snapped against the corner board and vibrated the floor as you swung your legs inside. Hands wrapped in black and the soles of your feet dusted in chalk, you rolled your shoulders back and bounced on your feet to loosen your muscles before the fight. 

Jun cleared his throat and turned so his back was facing you. He grabbed onto the thick rubber band, clenching and unclenching his fists around it as he strategized his plan against you, his mind wandering back to his first life when you had challenged him to a fight. 

The conditions were the same: if Jun won, you would go on a date with him. If you won, he’d mop the floors in your steed for a month. 

It started much the same as today: the gray hoodie with the sleeves cut off, the black hand wrapping, the plume of smoke that fogged over your feet with every hop, your hair swept back and the few strays of hair that made you look like a dandelion. 

You cracked your neck with the tilt of your head to the right side, raising your arms into position.

“Break a leg, Moon Jun,” you taunted.

He found it endearing – trash talk didn’t suit you, but the attempt was appreciated. Jun only responded with a small smile as he took a few steps closer and mirrored your stance. 

Seungcheol, refereeing the fight, stood relaxed to the side with a stopwatch in his hand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he started the time and announced the beginning of the game. 

Jun was quick to learn, you weren’t strong, but you were swift. Your reflexes were a boxer’s dream – Jun was fast, but you happened to be a beat faster. Every hook, every jab, every cross, you were able to dodge, returning them on the opposite side with a quick slap of your knuckles against his rib cage or a tap on his shoulder. 

Lips parted in a pant, beads of sweat starting to roll down his temple as he tried to keep up with you, Jun grew frustrated, his chest burning with both fury, and well, frankly, heartache. The tight squeeze around his heart every time you slipped out of his reach was just another painful reminder of how much he wanted you, but couldn’t. 

His heart yearned for you – at least just one fair chance. 

The situation wasn’t ideal and a part of him wanted to believe Seungcheol. 

You were the coach’s daughter and though it could go very right, if Jun pursued you out of lust, this could end very tragically and jeopardize not only his career, but that of his team and his coach. 

Yet knowing this, a part of him wanted to take the chance, and he’d like to think you did too. Perhaps he was being dramatic, but you seemed to fit so perfectly into his life – as if everything fell into place and felt whole since meeting you. 

It’s why despite Seungcheol’s look of disappointment and behind your father’s back, Jun had mustered up his courage to ask you on a simple date. 

But why did you have to make it so difficult?

Jun noticed a weak point in your defense as you tried to steady yourself on your feet after ducking under one of his hooks.

It happened so quickly, yet so slow. 

A smirk painted his lips as he took note of the opportunity. Eyes flickering to you, he met your own gaze of horror as this once, you were the one a beat behind. Jun swung his left arm, his plan to take you down once he unstabilized your stance. 

Yet, it seemed like you had one more trick up your sleeve – an illegal one, but still one more trick. 

Just as his fist was about to meet your side, you fell to your right knee, extending out a leg and sweeping it right under him. Jun felt his legs give out, the slip of one foot and suddenly he was on his back. A groan left his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut in pain. It wasn’t only his heart aching now, but his back too. 

He attempted to get up in all his stupor – a fight had to go on if he wanted this date to happen, but he found himself unable to. Eyes squinting open, he was met with your own sweaty face hanging inches above his own, your weight settled on his lower abdomen as you straddled his hips from getting up. 

When you finally came into clear view, Jun noted a mischievous glint in your expression. His lips fell agape like a guppy fish – stupidly mesmerized by you, yet embarrassed to be in this compromising position. 

His ears were ringing, but he was still able to make out muffled sounds of Seungcheol’s worried shouts and the intermittent scolding of you using your legs when this was boxing. You were quickly ushered off of Jun, Seungcheol waving a hand and calling his name to make sure the former was okay. 

“Yah! Moon Junhui!” Seungcheol shouted as he jolted his friend’s shoulder. 

He blinked a few times before shaking his head and coming out of your trance. Even though it was Seungcheol in front of him, his eyes followed you, lingering in the background – the triumphant smirk slowly melting off and being replaced by a look of worry the longer Jun stayed down. 

“Moon Jun–”

“I’m fine! Stop!” Jun waved off his friend. 

“How’s your head? Can you see okay? How many fingers am I holding up?” Seungcheol rambled. 

“I’m fine,” Jun repeated himself as he tried to get up. He winced at the ache between his scapulae. Noticing, Seungcheol supported Jun’s weight on one side, muttering a string of curse words and scolds about your sweep kick. 

“I’ll see you for ice cream tomorrow,” you called from the side of the ring. Jun looked up to find you, one leg hanging in the ring, the other one already ready to hop out. Perhaps he was still seeing stars after the fall, but he could’ve sworn he saw you wink.The corner of your lip twitched up into a small smile. You chortled, “Consider it a date.”

If fate was real, it didn’t matter if you beat him or if he beat you. 

In this life, it was now Jun straddling your hips, an elbow gently pressed across your chest to stop you from struggling against him though you had already stilled. You stared back at him, cheeks warm and eyes wide in surprise at the way his own flitted across your face, the crease between his brows forming ever so slightly as if to seriously memorize every subtle feature and every crevice.

Because fate was real and it led him back to you. 

You tapped his arm with your pointer finger to signal that you yielded and end the fight. However, he remained in the position, inquisitive – you wondered what he was thinking and what was going through that beautiful mind of his. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Seungcheol shouted as he hurried into the ring. He pulled off Jun by the elbow. “You won, get off her and let her breathe, geeze!”

Jun blinked blankly at Seungcheol a few times, dazed. The older man shook his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth and pushed the lovestruck boy aside.Seungcheol extended a hand to help you get up. 

You feigned your cool and content, stretching out your back and paying extra attention to the chalk that had dirtied your black leggings, patting away the white. 

“Are you okay?” Seungcheol took you by the shoulders and scanned you up and down. “You know your dad is gonna murder me if anything happens to you, right? At the hands of his prized boxer too!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you pushed his hands off your shoulder. You waved your limbs around to prove a point. “Nothing’s broken – see!”

Amidst your bickering, Jun cleared his throat, commanding silence in the ring again. You both looked up at him. He couldn’t help, but notice the way you had suddenly grown sheepish, inching ever so slightly to hide Seungcheol’s broad shoulder. 

Like you that day, he smiled. 

“I’ll see you for ice cream tomorrow,” Jun announced. He winked, his smile spreading into a grin. “Consider it a date.”

Like you that day, he walked out of the ring with his heart full and warm, but giddy and thumping off-beat than what he was used to.

#jun x reader #junhui x reader #junhui fluff #junhui angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios #junhui scenarios #jun fluff #jun angst #jun scenarios

[exploring8709]

Two bad beats?

Ok, I guess it was all bravado.

Went with Sadie to the charity card tournament on Thursday. Was doing fine until I was all in with three others pre-flop. I had AA, a private equity analyst with distracting hoop earrings had 5d7d, and some wealth management witch, who had been chipping away at me all night, never showed. Hoop earnings rivers a straight. FML.

Sadie and I left early so I couldn't lunge across the table in a tornado of chips.

The night only got worse as we run into Camera Boy again, in town visiting a friend before the start of NY Fashion Week. I was trying to be my regular hilarious self and, aided with a couple vodka martinis, I make a comment about him stalking me. I catch him adoringly off-guard. Feeling, for the slightest of seconds, like the coolest girl in the room, it all comes crashing down as Sadie invites him to join us. I think this is when the doctors in the botched surgery that is my life, would have marked the time of death. I've already said all the cool things that I know to say, so his impression of me will only get worse.

Anyways, we get to talking about beauty, and I hang on every word. No matter how I awkward I feel, I want all the tea. Skinny models. High fashion. Diva Designers. This man has seen it all. And it's my catnip. He goes on about confidence, and how it's his job to help his subject find their truth, help them find themselves, so he can get the most out of them. And then they're talking about me, Sadie, that bitch, and Camera Boy, evaluating my life and what I need. Sadie maintains that I just need to get fucked. And his conclusion is that I should do a shoot with him.

Then basically, Sadie roars with laughter, labeling me a prude, and a stick in the mud, and that there is no way I'd so something like that.

And of course, buried in an amazing amount of drunken delusion, I ignore any good sense that I think I have (and still stinging from that earlier bad beat and not wanting to be beat again) I accept.

And then he's gone in a flash leaving me with his card and instructions to arrange with his assistant a time for the shoot.

Of course, Sadie played me like a violin. She's a virtuoso. Of course she knew I'd take the bait, as long as she challenged me openly.

I mean, I honestly don't feel like he's trying to get into my pants. So does that mean that I believe he's being sincere? That he just wants to help me find my truth? And then I start to spiral.

My mind is now churning, cycling between shame, embarrassment, guilt . . . where is the girl from four days ago that was shouting to the world that she was all free and liberated from paralyzing self doubt and self-esteem issues? Where is the girl that wrote off a drunken mistake as a "new me". Ugh. Why do I do this to myself?

In between trying to stop myself from calling Jac on her honeymoon for Irish Lad's number to unload what is sure to be a monumental amount of self-loathing on a boy who just needed a moment's respite from his own heartache, I've been practically burning with cringe for the last few days . . . I can't even control it.

God, can't I even enjoy one night without self-flagellating myself? Was this supposed to be a moment? A turning point? I'm beginning to feel less so, but does it have to be a low? It was fun, right? I discovered something, right? I came, right?

And what am I going to do about this Camera Boy mess? Calling him Camera Boy is just my way of trying to get some footing back. He's no boy and he's going to see right through me. He's going to take his fancy shots with is fancy camera and the only thing that's going to show up on film is a dumpster fire.

#dear diary #diary #confession #digital diary #diary entry #singleinthecity #singlegirl #MBAlife #dayinthelife

[squipy]

( i hate my life I haven't written using jullian in years but here we are. Also if cinno somehow sees this or you are the person who has the OC armitage ummm hi dm me old friend uwu )

Song I listened to while making this: https://youtu.be/metdOn9BxXM

https://youtu.be/k8yKTuvRmPE

Summary: armitage is the leader of an evil Norse villian camp. He had to leave for months and many thought he would never return that Odin his father had killed him. However one night during a ball jullian had put together to celebrate a recent victory he notices someone very fimmilar.

The lights shined across the hall. Others talking and conversating. Jullian wasn't really interested in what they were talking about a lot was on his mind. Poor jullian had been like this for months to allmost a year It had been so long since he had saw his treasure his cold but soft hearted treasure. He sighed placing his scarred hand on his cheek his collar softly ringing as his head swung.

However his thoughts where suddenly snapped out of as he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was his friend Steven a dark elf who had joined the camp a year months after himself. He had gotten jullian a drink "cheer up tonight is a night of celebration" he said handing jullian a pint of wine.

He sighed looking at the dark red wine it was allways armitages favorite. He sighed looking down at his dark black collar the golden bell ringing with the slightest movement he sighed taking a sip of the wine "ya right matey it's just been hard on me old heart " he said the red line passing his lips.

The two talked for a while some small laughs even escaping the old pirate. During there talk however jullian allmost spit out his drink at what he saw...it couldn't be. In jullians line of sight he saw someone very fimmilar he was tall and rather skinny it reminded him of the plank traitors would walk on when he was alive sailing the seven seas. Along with this he noticed the short ginger brushed oh so perfectly. That's when he turned,they made eye contact.....it was him.

Jullian rushed tears allmost in his eyes but he had to stay professional. His bell rang with each rushing step as the man walked away heading for the porch. He followed staying fair away his heart pounding he could hardly believe it his lover,his master,his boss,he wasn't dead. He stepped closer holding out his hand ready to tap the man on the shoulder but before that the man turned coldness in his blue eyes they shot bullets info the pirates soul. "don't you know better than to talk to the gener-" he stopped half way as they made eye contact.

Both of there cheeks flused a light pink looking into there eyes for what felt like ages. That was until armitage turned away from him adjusting his tie "get away jullian" he said walking twords the edge of the balcony.

Jullian gasped following him quickly "no! I won't be leaving you again!" He said reaching his hand out again but armitage growled like a wolf smacking him away.

"I am not who I use to be jullian I can't be around you again" he said with a growl holding his head and heart he didn't wanna hurt him but would just to be alone.

Armitage rushed off quickly but jullian simply followed "then I will be falling for you again!" He said

Armitage sighed managing to get away from the stubborn love struck pirate. He was doing this for his own good. He took a breath praying to Loki before heading back out to the hallway area. "Sir? Armitage please sir we can work this out mate" he said the clicking of his pirate boots clicking with each worried step.

He came face to face with the man his lover,his future husband,his parent in crime,who he was going to burn the world with,who he would start Ragnarök with. He lifted up jullians face obsvering every detail as if he was a beautiful prize. "You kept it after so long" he said coldly.

Jullian nodded his collar ringing with the shake of his head. Armitage chuckled darkly a hand behind his back tempted to kill jullian right there he wouldn't need to suffer and he would be free from the guilt of leaving him to suffer alone. He grabbed jullian by the waist bringing him closer "you are just as beautiful as I remember" he growled into the man's ear biting it softly.

Jullian shiver gripping onto armitage holding onto him for comfort allmost crying "I missed you so much sir" he said crying Into his suit.

Armitage brought his hidden hand up holding up a knife laced with Norse runes written on the knifes wood. He looked at the pirate debating the choices. He could kill him right here right now ...but somthing stopped him. His cold heart beated softly it felt warm before he felt somthing along his cheek....a tear? He had never cried only other time was when jullian allmost died during the war and even then he just went into a rage. He dropped the knife roughly to the ground before bringing jullian closer his eyes tearing up "I missed you too kitten" he said softly.

#I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE THIS FML #short story #Percy Jackson oc #i haven't used jullian since my inno days fml