#✏️ [ my scenarios. ]

[good-boy-ren]

okay, now that i've made that post on the main blog.... he'd do something like this as a joke bc i'm an asmr head, and he'd just keep making "i should call them..." jokes the entire time. (he'd also lose it when i actually start having asmr reactions to some of the sounds)

[cw fungi and mushrooms. some trypophobia. just general like... if goopy mushrooms sounds icky don't watch kdjnfkjn. also wet asmr sounds.)

#i think i can say my brain has officially liquified if i can watch this and go... yeah... yup.... #📌 [ my posts. ] #✏️ [ my scenarios. ] #[ need to draw. ] #✨ [ oc lore. ] #🦦 [ can't escape it. ] #🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ] #🧃 [ who is in control. ] #[ suggestive. ] #🐸 [ look ahead. ]

[applesontheground]

don’t mind me, i just wanted to write some tooth-rotting self indulgence. this is based on a realization that i own maybe three pairs of ‘plain’ socks and love showing off which ones i’m wearing that day to anyone who will listen. 🥺

headcanons - Bo Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Sam Wescott, & Leslie Vernon with a sock enthusiast s/o (gn reader)

Bo Sinclair 🕯️

It’s be teasing ammo initially. He’d say he thinks it’s a little dorky, but as the relationship deepens it’d become something he can’t deny that he finds utterly charming.

He’s def the type of boyfriend/husband/whatever that acts like he’s the only one that’s allowed to notice, though. It’s a little trivial, but if someone notices your socks he’ll almost be bothered and make a point to stare them down (depending if they’re a victim, which is double jeopardy because they’re in his town, prodding his s/o...)

Elbowing him, pulling your pant leg up slightly when you get his attention, and seeing that smirk grow on his face that says ‘i can’t believe you’ve actually gotten cuter in the span of like twenty seconds’ when he sees which pair you have on for the day? Yeah. 🥺🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer 🐖

He’d be the same level of engaged as you are. If you’re lowkey about it and just show him in passing, he’s quick to tell you he likes them and leaves it at that. If you run up to him and are practically falling over yourself trying to show, he’s immediately hollering with you about it.

If you ever tore a hole or a thread came loose in a pair, you wouldn’t even have time to notice before he’d be going at them with his sewing needle. Sure, they won’t last forever but he’ll make sure they get more time at least.

Matching pairs of silly socks can actually be something that’s so personal. He probably already makes/shares in his own endeavors with you with homeade things all the time, so when you return that gesture with finding socks that remind you of him, you might as well be down on one knee in front of him.

Sam Wescott 🛶

You’d start hobbling on one leg and saying his name one day, and it’d stop him in his tracks. “What in the world are you doing? ... Okay, hold on, before I say anything else, are those roosters on your feet?”

After the initial confusion, he’d be smitten by the fact you’re so eager to show off your little collection -- especially to him of all people. It’d get to the point where he knows which are your favorites, what to expect on certain days with your outfits/moods, and if anyone in the room would care to see, you’d always have a cheerleader in him.

In the scenario where you’re a fellow camp counselor, Sam would totally make it a part of the briefings. “Okay, first order of business, we need to set up the kayaks by the shore before sundown. Second order, [Y/N] is wearing shark socks today. Take it away, [Y/N]. Absolutely adorable.”

Leslie Vernon 🍎

He initially noticed when he was preying on you because that was his first meeting with you let’s not kid ourselves and your pant leg had ridden up while you were trying to scale a fence. Are those chili peppers on [his/her/their] socks?

It’s endearing before the relationship, and absolutely adorable after the two of you start dating. He always tries to figure out which pair you have on before the day’s over if you’re not showing him yourself.

He’d even start making requests. “Tonight’s the night those teens from the park that we saw last week are coming to the orchard. Think that the socks with the sheep on them is our best bet, [Y/N].” It’s best not to ask why he chooses certain pairs.

#bo sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #sam wescott x reader #leslie vernon x reader #slasher x reader #headcanons #slasher headcanons #✏️ #🕯️ #🐖 #🛶 #🍎 #wow i never write for sam :( #i should fix that some time soon :) #sorry i just needed to get these little scenarios out of my system #and in case you're wondering. i am wearing chicken socks today #every time i wear them i wish i could show bubba haha :')

[demonsfate]

"if you talk like that, you're only gonna end up hurting someone's feelings" - alisa to lars.

i feel like that's the thing all the mishimas have in common. regardless if they mean to or not, they end up hurting people's feelings with the way they talk. XD

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #// jin's problem is that he's too straight forward / brutally honest #// and doesn't quite realize he's saying something that'll hurt sb's feelings xD #// playing scenario campaign just for the fighting money so i can customize my characterssss #// playing as alisa 'cos she's the only of my mains i have unlocked for sc :3 #// she looks absolutely ridiculous in the getup i got her in!!! XD

[thestupidhelmet]

Fanfic Ask Game

Put a color in my ask box, and I'll answer the corresponding question. Please ask me only one at a time. 😄

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💛 Yellow: Do you ever alter, highlight, or de-emphasize certain canonical traits in a character? If so, why and describe how.

🤍 White: What's a fanfic scenario or idea you'd like someone else to write so that you can read it?

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#that 70s show #that '70s show #jackie x hyde #eric forman #jackie burkhart #donna pinciotti #michael kelso #steven hyde #fez #red forman #kitty forman #ask game #fanfic ask game

[elitadream]

Speaking of Peach using her healing powers, i have this very angsty scenario where Mario is seriously injured and Peach goes to heal him. Even though she knows that doing so will completely drain her of her energy (or worse), she doesn't care. All she wanted is to save the man she loves.

Mario then wakes up completely healed only to find the woman he loves laying next to him pale and motionless...

Poor Mario had to live the rest of his live in guilt (and grief) thinking he's responsible for the princess's death. Idk how he will deal with that 😔

Anon, why. ;-;

( Same brain, actually. 🤝 Among the many concepts I've never publicly shared, I remember I had compiled sketches for a very similar scenario and I almost drew it but couldn't bring myself to actually go along with it, so I've reworked the idea along with my personal lore and changed a major element to integrate it into the bigger/overarching plot of my AU. I won't spoil anything, but- If I ever finish and share said scene, I can tell you that it will be the single most epic thing I've ever posted on this channel. ) ✏️

#asks #mario #princess peach #magic #fanart and fanwork #characterization #personal portrayal #angst #drama #mystery #thoughts and ramblings

[quietlyimplode]

Clintasha Advent

Prompt: Pairing would be Clintasha, scenario: Christmas at the barton farm for the first time alone and in peace with ✏️ (creating a new tradition) of your selection. Can be something fluffy and a bit spicy.

For/Prompter: @melaclintbartoncorner

Warnings: Nil

Word count: 536

A/N: let’s get things started! I know I said 12 prompts but I’ve taken a few more. Most prompts will be daily with sometimes a few more in. We shall see how we go. For everyone who sent in a prompt, thank you so much, your willingness to trust me with your words and ideas is always fun (and for sharing your good things and dinosaurs too). May this be a good thing too <3

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“You’re here,” Laura says, dumbfounded staring at both of them in shock.

“You’re here!” she squeals and runs to Clint first and then pulls them both into a hug.

“You’re here!!”

Her excitement is so contagious that Natasha smiles, the laughs and then hugs her back.

“We’re here,” she agrees.

Laura steps back and looks at them both. Neither seem worse for wear. No limp, no visible bruising, both in civilian clothing and by the way they arrived, this was not an emergency.

Clint is first to talk and grins, presenting Laura with a small plant.

“For you,” he tells her.

She bursts out laughing, and ushers them both inside.

“You chopped off the head of my favourite plant, and you think you’ll be forgiven by presenting me with a plant?”

“It’s a lemon tree,” Natasha adds, helpfully.

Laura takes it and sets it on the table, then sits to look at it.

“I didn’t mean to cut off the head of your plant,” Clint pouts.

“I know, it was just my favourite,” Laura adds, turning the small plant around.

“We can plant it?” Natasha asks in a round about way.

“Maybe as a tradition?”

Clint looks directly at Laura, as if trying to tell her something with his eyes.

“Natasha has been learning about Christmas traditions,” he says, staring.

Agree with her, he says with his eyes.

Laura understands.

So much of what is normal to them, is so foreign to Natasha.

Even though Natasha was hers before she was Clints, she finds that there still seems to be so much that is foreign.

Smiling quickly, she nods.

“I think that sounds like a great tradition, Nat, soon we could have a forest.”

It’s a reassurance.

Plant a tree and come back to it to see it grow.

We will be here when you return, wherever you go.

Maybe, even further, planting roots, something perhaps Natasha has never done, always transient.

Laura looks at the little lemon tree, and the meaning she’s now attributed to it.

“Yeah. It’s a good tradition.”

.

Clint groans.

The ground hard initially but giving as he digs further.

“Who’s idea was this?”

Laura, heavily pregnant, directs him to keep going as she holds onto the hot chocolate that Natasha had handed her.

“Tradition!” she calls.

Clint looks around, finding Natasha dragging the weeping cherry from the truck.

“Do you need a hand?” he asks, then laughs at his joke as he walks to help her.

Her broken arm still the butt of some of his jokes.

“I swear Barton, if I wasn’t carrying a tree, I’d punch you,” she growls.

He laughs again, and takes it from her, pulling it towards the hole.

“Tradition,” Natasha repeats after Laura, looking around for the lemon tree, and the four others they’d planted in the subsequent years.

Laura joins them, presenting Natasha with the watering can with a picture of raindeer on it.

“Your turn to water it first,” she smiles.

Natasha looks at it seriously.

Making a wish, she pours the water out.

Taking the hot chocolate off Laura and sipping it, she nods as Clint finishes the planting.

“Tradition,” Clint says, taking a step back and admiring his work.

.

#natasha romanoff #Clintasha Advent 2023 #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #laura barton #my fic #hawkeye #natasha romanoff fic #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha fanfic #barton farm #Clintasha Advent

[lustaffairs]

Masterlist (across my blog multiverse)

dark!Steve x boss!reader

Cal (Bikeriders) x reader - DEAD DOVE

steady as she goes - Clement Mansell

Amos Jenkins x sex worker

Amos Jenkins x married reader

Donald Pierce x captive reader

Kaden, flight delay

Mo Lundy

Tynan (Beckett) blurb

Series / Parts of Series

The Raid: dark!Steve x reader x dark!Javi

Beach Walks: surf instructor!Billy

Raider Joel: Carter

Boydo Character Requests (closed rn) ✏️

Current characters

Billy (Skeleton Twins)

Clement (Justified: City Primeval)

Donald Pierce (Logan)

John McBride (the Cursed)

Kaden (2/1)

Mo Lundy (The Free World)

Steve Murphy (Narcos)

Ty Shaw (Vengeance)

Will write:

100-1k smutty ficlets. I wanna dip my feet here.

You can prompt w/ pic, gif, or basic scenario.

x f!reader, canon pairings, can try x gn

Will not currently do:

Plot (lmao sorry)

Domestic fluff

Anal

Non-sexual bodily functions

Kinks with rules to follow, like bdsm.

Videos

narcos - steve/connie nsfw vid

#boyd holbrook #clement mansell #steve murphy #amos jenkins #donald pierce #ty shaw #boyd holbrook characters #billy boyd #john mcbride #boyd holbrook fic #boyd bungalow ☠️ #cap hatfield x reader #boyd holbrook x reader #donald pierce x reader #steve murphy x reader #clement mansell x reader #amos jenkins x reader #ty shaw x reader

[v--143]

Intro ^-^

Basic Info:

She/her

Sfw!

SKZ is my ult group🩵🩵

~ Here are some -Fic Scenarios- and here are some -Fic Prompts- , feel free to use either when requesting!

Masterlist!

< Consequences > (Lee! Han, Ler! Minho + Felix)

< Party Run > (Lee! Hyunjin, Ler! Skz)

< Insightful Discovery > (Lee! Han, Ler! Changbin)

< Picky Perfectionist > (Lee! Changbin, Ler! Chan)

< Not that bad > (Lee! Bangchan, Ler! Hyunjin)

< Make Up, Makeup! > (Lee! Bangchan, Ler! SKZ)

< Wanted It > (Lee! Seungmin, Ler! Jeongin)

< Beaming > (Lee! Seungmin, Ler! Minho)

< Spiders > (Lee! Felix, Ler! Bangchan)

< Honorifics > (Lee! IN, Ler! Minho + Felix)

< Indications > (Lee! Changbin, Ler! Jeongin)

< Consequences pt.2 > (Lee! Han, Ler! Minho)

< Awkward > (Lee! Felix, Ler! Hyunjin + Minho)

< The Pianists > (Lee! Han, Ler! Chan + Bin)

< Cheer Up Bbokie > (Lee! Felix, Ler! Minho)

< Ghost > (Lee! Felix, Ler! Paranormal/Ghost)

< Watch Your Tongue (ghost pt.2) >

< Unexpected (ghost pt.3) >

< Humiliated > (Lee! Minho, Ler! Bangchan)

< Arm Wrestle > (Lee! Changbin, Ler! Minho)

< Doctor’s Appointment > (Lee! Minho, Ler! Chan)

TckTober2023!! 🎃👻🎃 (some!)

1. < Anticipation > (Lee! Minho, Ler! Chan)

2. < Accidental > (Lee! Seungmin, Ler! Hyunjin)

3. < Cuddles > (Lee! Felix, Ler! Changbin)

4. < Weak Spot > (Lee! Bangchan, Ler! Han)

5. < I’m not ticklish > (Lee! Minho, Ler! Changbin)

6. < Chase > (Lee! Han, Ler! IN)

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✏️ I do take requests, but I am very busy as of right now so I’m sorry in advance if it takes me a while to get to it!! ^^

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Facts and Stuff:

Stray Kids is my ult! Also getting into TWS!

I love horror movies, you can probably guess why ;]

I LOVE to read and write!! :) feel free to be specific! Long, short, to the point, with a storyline, etc!

I will rarely turn down a request unless it’s nsfw or too flustering/not really my thing- feel free to ask!! I just may be slow at getting it done 🥴

I’ll get to your fic quicker if you give me some form of a plot/storyline to work with ^^

Feel free to give constructive criticism!

If I delete a reblog or post or anything it’s because I got too flustered/embarrassed by it sorry 🥲

I love to interact and I happily will!!! If I ever don’t respond quickly I’m most likely just busy <33

I love answering asks or any questions from anyone so feel free to ask away! Send anything you’d like ^^

#tword community #tword post

[smollangrycat]

Master List: Avatar

(Avatar and Avatar: Way of Water)

KEY

Angst 🌩️

Fluff ❤️

Sad 🌧️

Family Feels ✨

Character Info ✏️

Alue’k Fics 🌼✨

Alue’k Sully - Summary: My Avatar: WOW Oc, Her interest and overall personality. ✏️

Lost - Summary: When 9 year old Alue’k goes into the forest in hope of exploring for plant and animal but the secret trip sours quickly and a new friend is made along the way. 🌩️❤️✨

Family Bonds - Summary: Alue’k relationship with each member of her family. ❤️✨✏️

Ikran Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 - Summary: When 12 year old Alue’k is told by her parents that they don’t feel she’s ready for her Iknimaya she feels the need to prove them wrong … in a rather stupid way. 🌩️🌧️❤️✨

Drown Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6(I) Pt6(II) Pt7 Pt8(I) Pt8(II) Pt8(III) Pt9 Pt10 Pt11- Summary: 13 year old Alue’k is terrified of water, so what happened when some Metkayina boys think it would be funny to drag her into the sea and leave her.🌩️🌧️✨ ft. Eek

Eek Fics 🐋💙

Eek - Summary: Introducing Eek, his interests and personality.✏️

Family - Summary: Eeks relationship with each member of his family.✏️❤️✨

OJ Fics 😊🌸

Joe Branaski (OJ) Info - Some information on OJ - her personality and interests. ✏️

I wish I had Wings - Series M. List

Incorrect Quotes

Swear

Surprise Adoption

Unstoppable

Thin Ice

Language

Dare

Friends

Head Cannons

Mama bear Pt1 Pt2 - Alue’k Hc: Mamas girl Alue’k + some cute scenarios (Requested: yes)

Tonôwa and An’ri - There relationship with each other. (Requested: yes)

Tonôwa - His relationship with the Sullys. (Requested: yes)

#avatar #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #oc #daughter oc #teen oc #avatar oc #avatar 2 oc #avatar way of water oc #jake sully #Neytiri #Neteyam #Lo’at #kiri #Tuk #fanfic #semi-long #oc fanfic #Alue’k #Tonowa #Siblings #masterlist #Wings #Eek #ocs

[shirogane-oushirou]

still working through poke!renro 🤔 (this was supposed to be like 2 paragraphs of some Little Things i'd thought about but then i started rambling. again. ;;)

if i end up in galar, rather than having my accident with a nidorina, it might make more thematic sense to have my accident at giant's mirror in galar with a vileplume. spore based attack rather than toxic attack... since ren works with spores. yknow. and during overcast days, vileplume and sawk are both in that area. so my gengar, who isn't strong enough to help me, pleads to a nearby sawk to carry me to hammerlocke to be treated. and that sawk decided to stick around. yippee!!

so the timeline could be johto > take break for art in kalos > travel to galar to help family settle in at new place in wedgehurst > take train to wild area, maybe pop into motostoke before exploring the northern wild area > have accident > get rescued and taken to hammerlocke pokemon center for treatment > they can only do so much since it took a while to find a way to get there > forfeit my johto challenge when we realize my new disabilities make physically reaching and fighting the league next to impossible > have to learn to take it easy in a small out-of-the-way town with fresh air and great weather but not much to do

also i think ren and i would have an interesting time learning to not fear each others' pokemon skjnd. like if he has a gloom i'd have to learn to face my fears being around a spore-producing pkmn, creating a friendship that culminates in that "gloom emits a foul smell when it's around people it isn't comfortable around, but doesn't emit the smell when it feels safe" factoid playing out.

and he'd have to adjust to being around gengar bc he's a scaredy cat when it comes to ghosts, but once they realize they have common ground (being protective over me) they'd be bros kJNSKJDN.

really truly just want to make this an escapist thing where the biggest conflict is just... befriending each others' pokemon. maybe i could math out some timeline stuff and figure out if any world-ending events happen while we're building our friendship since, yknow, those happen all of the time kJSNDFKJN. but other than that, all vibes babey.

i do definitely still want to keep my disability ofc. other disabled ppl will have their own personal views on escapism, but FOR ME, pretending i'm not disabled make my brain go into unproductive, depressing, "what if i never got sick, what if i got to do xyz that i can't now" places -- and what poke!ro goes through kiiiinda reflects what happened to me if you squint really really hard kJNSDF.... honestly ALL of poke!ro's stuff hits close to home but with a fantastical, pokemon coat of paint over it lmao. ;;

#rambling =v=;; i'm debating putting x on hold to replay sword (and risk losing the hyperfixation) #or pushing through to complete x and lose potential poke!renro worldbuilding research time... #📌 [ my posts. ] #✏️ [ my scenarios. ] #🦔 [ used to be easy. ] #🐸 [ look ahead. ] #pokemon - #✨ [ oc lore. ]

[good-boy-ren]

[cw horny joke lol]

LRT... during our first time together, ren begins chanting, "ro... ro... ro...!" in time with his thrusts, and i can't help but blurt out, "your boat."

and he absolutely loses it, cannot stop his giggling. he's spent days trying to figure out the ideal "first time" for me, to create a perfect, glowing memory... but in the end, we're both goofy goobers, and maybe opening up and unmasking a bit will make for a better memory anyway.

#that post made me realize how un-moanable my name is if you have Meme Brain (tm) like i do u_u #📌 [ my posts. ] #[ nsft. ] #🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ] #🦦 [ can't escape it. ] #🧃 [ who is in control. ] #✨ [ oc lore. ] #[ need to draw. ] #✏️ [ my scenarios. ] #🐸 [ look ahead. ]

[dreamer-hangugeo]

𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫: N(이)라면, A/V-ㄴ/는다면 ✏️ 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 - This expression refers to hypothetical situations that are in contrast to past events, currently occurring events, or situations that have not yet happened. - To denote the hypothetical or suppositional scenario being described, the subsequent clause typically includes expressions such as -겠어요, -(으)ㄹ 거예요, or -(으)ㄹ 텐데. These expressions serve as indicators of the hypothetical or assumed situation. - It can be translated as “If this happens, one will/ would…” E.g. 키가 좀 더 크다면 농구 선수가 되었을 거예요. (If I were a little taller, I would have become a basketball player.) ✏️ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 (1) Apart from referring to hypothetical situations, this expression can also be utilized to express conditional statements. E.g. 지금부터 열심히 공부한다면 대학교에 갈 수 있을 거예요. If I start studying hard from now on, I will be able to go to college. (2) When referring to past situations, both verbs, and adjectives will be used in the form of "았/었다면". It expresses regret about a past situation or circumstances that we wished had been different. It's similar to saying "would have" or "could have" in English. E.g. 내 맘이 고백했다면 내 남자친구가 됐을 거예요. (If I had confessed my feelings, he would have become my boyfriend.) 날씨가 좋았다면 한라산에 갈 수 있었을 텐데. ("If the weather had been good, we could have gone to Halla Mountain.) (3) When referring to future situations or making a hypothesis, it is common to use the form "겠다면" or "(으)ㄹ 거라면". This structure is used to express the speaker's expectations or assumptions about the future. E.g. 날씨가 좋아지겠다면 내일 캠핑을 갈 수 있을 거예요. (If the weather improves, we will be able to go camping tomorrow.) (4) If a noun is placed in front, the form (이)라면 should be used. 내가 부자라면 먼저 새 차를 사겠어요. (If I were rich, I would buy a new car first.) Top of Form 내가 대통령이라면 모든 일이 휴일 될 거예요. (If I were president every day would be a holiday.) ✏️ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Present tense Adjective + -다면: 좋다 → 좋다면 크다 → 크다면 Verb + -ㄴ/는다면: 오다 → 온다면 사다→ 산다면 Noun + (이)라면: 부자→ 부자라면 학생 → 학생이라면 - Past tense Adjective/ Verb + 았/었다면: 좋다 → 좋았다면 크다 → 켰다면 오다 → 왔다면 공부하다 →공부했다면 Noun + 였다면 / 이었다면: 부자 → 부자였다면 학생 → 학생이었다면 ✏️ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 1. 복관 사셨네요. 복권에 당첨되면 뭐 하고 싶어요? - 복권에 당첨된다면 멋진 자동차를 사고 싶어요. (You bought a lottery ticket. What do you want to do if you win the lottery? - If I won the lottery, I would want to buy a nice car.) 2. 이번에도 졸업을 못한다면 부모님이 정말 실말하실 거예요. (If I don't graduate this time, my parents will be disappointed.) 3. 유명한 배우이라면 지금보다 돈을 많이 벌 거예요. (If I were a famous actor, I would earn a lot more money than I do now.) 4. 돈을 다 쓰지 않았다면 그것을 샀을 거예요. (If I hadn't spent all my money, I would have bought it.) 5. 길에서 좋아하는 연예인을 만난다면 같이 사진을 찍고 싶어요. (If I meet my favorite celebrity on the street, I would like to take a picture together.) #KoreanGrammar #KoreanLanguage #studywithme

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[cherrysoulth]

LOVE MAZE

🌹Story written for @sunkissedwriter as part of the BangtanWHQ Valentine’s Event “Picture Perfect” 🌹

I hope you can enjoy it ❤️

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

✏️Genre/au: Supernatural, Vampire AU, Canon, Friends to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to lovers, Angst

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4756

⚠️Warnings: Mind games, blood, (almost) smut.

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This one-shot is inspired in What Hides in The Shadows series.

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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It feels as if you never really met him as a child. As if those memories you have of his tender smile as you played in the swings at the park near your houses -neighbours since you could make use of memory- weren't real. As if the times he made an elephant out of pulling his arm skin in between his moles, had just been a product of your imagination. As if it was just something you once dreamed and then woke up to a much cruel reality.

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The mirror in front of you reflected an image you never thought you would see. Your hands had stopped their work with the brush, as your eyes finally caught it for your brain to process. No longer oblivious to the artform enhancing your traits. No longer detached from the situation. No longer making you see your own face through the parts you were working on with the products, instead of the whole picture. You looked like you had travelled centuries back - to an era so different from today, you couldn't even fully grasp its perks- and you were stunning. 

The mask you were meant to wear, hung at your left, at the edge of the triptych mirror, and you glanced at it once more, admiring its beautiful venetian style. It only covered the upper part of your demeanour, but you had painted that part too, as it's usual; matching colours with it. The gown you still had to put on, lyed flat over the bed, in that room. A guest room that appeared more like a presidential suit, if you were asked. 

The thing was, that the place was, indeed, a hotel once but it was so long ago you wouldn't have known if not told so. The old fashioned building had survived generations in the host's family and was being used as a Manor for more than a century. 

The whole building was taken care of thoroughly  and any reforms ever made respected the main structure of the building. So you had been told by Taehyung, once you both were able to understand such things. The few times you had stayed, the building itself was the last of your interests. What it contained, however, was a subject of exploration for hours with him; hiding in the broom closets all the way up the stairs or in one of the many rooms, was your favourite game. 

Now, you could only wonder what the cost of the room you had always wanted to stay in would have been if the business was open to the public. Victorian styled, originals, are not at the hand of just anyone in this century (not that they were before), especially with such preservation. They looked as if they were brand new, properly varnished and cleaned to keep them going. Like you had just travelled some centuries back, feeling like you were about to come across some viscount or duchess in the halls, on your way to the main hall. 

Standing from the vanity you near the bed and undo the silk robe that hugs your body. The golden silk bodice underneath will be the perfect match for the dress in front of you. If someone is to see it. 

There’s no expectations from you, or so you tell yourself. But for the gods if you haven’t been tormented by him even in your dreams for the past few months. Ever since you mocked his -what you thought was a joke- comment and fake-scenario about vampires, he seems to haunt you. And for some reason, it brought back feelings you thought you left behind as you became a fully grown adult, away from him. 

Those dreams your hormonal teenage self once had about him, the once that made you unable to look him in the eye in the morning, were back with his adult form. Then, you would wake up grunting, not wanting his ministrations to stop, feeling your skin spoiled by his touch even when your eyes were fully open. Even his scent would linger in your memory for a moment or two before reality would fall over you like an ice cube. Then you would feel lonely, realising those things would not turn into reality. He would never be yours. For your friendship's sake. 

However, that wasn't the only theme of them, and it was the times he would walk away from you or just stay within your grasp that made you feel under his spell. Those times you couldn't touch him and he would just look at you, were more shameful than the times he did touch you. 

Your perfectly curled hair bounced once you shook your head to brush off the idea again. The dreams, yes, they were an obvious haunt from your subconscious since he did seem offended after your comment. You couldn’t quite tell it by his expression but there was a sort of shift, in his energy, that told you so. You thought maybe you had used the wrong tone, or maybe the whole sentence itself had been offensive towards his subject of enthusiasm. However your own mind decided to torment you for such a minimal instance, it was absurd to think he was, in fact, also hunting you in your awakened state. Any looks you had caught him giving you, had to be a casualty. It simply made no sense otherwise. 

But, oh, how you wish they weren’t. Completely captivated by him, against your own wishes. It’s like he’s some sort of magnet and when he vibrates, he attracts everything around him. It really doesn’t only fall on his charms or how attractive and handsome he is. There’s something else you can’t quite grasp. 

It is as you daydream of him again that you swear you can see his reflection through the corner of your eye. But again, when you look directly, the room remains as you last saw it. No signs of anyone else but you being there. 

You sigh and take the dress against your chest, thoughtful. You should talk to him.

When you first saw him at the office, you almost choked. 

You had been working for the abroad branch of the enterprise for two years and never once had you guessed he was your boss. The truth was, he was using a different name then, one that didn't relate him to his family. 

You thought it was to make something for himself but it wasn’t until some time after the party that you understood the real reason why.

. 

It felt paranoid but you could swear he was avoiding you. 

You had recognised his frame a few times between the attendants, yet had no way to get near him to even thank him for the invitation. As if everyone around was working in unison to keep him out of reach: a waiter passing right in front of you when you were a few steps away from him, then he disappeared; someone talking to you when you spotted him again, to lose his track once you looked at the direction he was in just seconds before. It made you grow anxious somehow. Unfinished business has never sat well with you and your being doesn't really contain patience. Wanting to get your apology through and maybe have it accepted but being unable to fulfil that duty to yourself, it's unsettling. 

The seventh time you spotted him, he raised his flute of rosy champagne to offer a toast and officially open the night festivities since all the guests had arrived.

There was a dance, one that you had been taught until memorising, at the office. But knowing how dancers had to pass around so everyone danced with everyone. Something switched on the dance steps and you felt like you had missed a step when you were two hands away from reaching Taehyung's. Your dancing partner spined you around and sent you to another dancer you had already linked fingers with. However the room looked organised, and no one would suspect at the first view that something had been changed. Except you definitely did. Was he trying to avoid you? 

Then the time to start the game at the maze came and you felt apprehensive as you stepped in the back gardens. 

It was just as extensive as you remembered it, not just an illusion of the much tinier being you once were. God, how many years had passed? It definitely felt like a lifetime ago. 

In the dark, it was made to look worse than your memory recalled. At the naked eye, one couldn't really figure out its end with the low light the stars offered outside. There was something odd, maybe years finally catching up to that one space, its view seemed ghostly, full of shadows, and somehow supernatural. Cinism trying to kill the sort of dread it inspired, drawing a snarl in your face. Your best guess was it had been done to follow whatever theme the party was inspired by. Vampires, it seemed: for  how some people even dared to put on fake fangs. Still, no matter how much you told yourself that, you felt unsettled.

When the rules of the game were announced out loud by your host, although it’s harmless  nature, tension settled in your stomach. You were meant to try and find two victims inside the maze and bring their blood to him. 

“By blood, dear guests, I mean two copies of this beautiful necklace…” he showed it in his hand letting the big ruby hang from its red silk cord next to the lampost at his side - since he was standing tall over the stone railing of the terrace-, “that I have in my hand,” he added dramatically. “Those who find them. Can keep them.” his singsong tone, somehow, accelerated your pulse again. A bunch of 'woes' were heard in the crowd but you chuckled, cynicism again making you look unimpressed. 

His eyes seemed to settle on you for a second before he gave further instruction and everyone started to calmly go down the stairs, to the walkways leading to the tall walled labyrinth. 

It was then, as you let everyone walk past you, seeing him get down and put his hands over the stones forming the classy structure, that you dared to approach again. He watched  everyone lead their way to the many entrances. 

“Miss, ______!” he said before even turning a bit to see you, startling you for a second. “I hope you are enjoying the party. You look lovely in that dress.” You could master a bow, lacking words to express yourself now that you were finally in his presence. “Won’t you join the competition? Is it the price not alluring enough?” he said and you could swear there was a felt offence in his words. 

“No… I mean-Yes. Yes, the prize is more than interesting to go for but I was hoping to apologise for my words the other day I-'' you stuttered, so unlike yourself in his presence that you questioned for a moment if you were not just dreaming. Even with your crush on him, you had always been able to talk to him, easily. 

“You don’t believe in vampires. I think it’s acceptable. I don’t think there’s anything to apologise for when you expressed your own opinion, _______. You know I always appreciate your honesty, ” he conceded. Yet you felt even more nervous. The sultriness in his tone felt like some sort of mocking he just let out with the most polite and single-meaning words. “Now, you must follow the crowd, or you might lose your chance!” he invites, expressing with his hand towards the stairs. 

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There’s no sane way to understand what happened at the party and still in your dress, you let yourself fall over the bed of your hotel. Unable to close your eyes, unable to put your mind to rest as all the memories of the night come back rushing to your brain. Still unable to understand fully what has happened. Your eyes are itchy with tears but your emotions don't seem to come to life to avoid them to fall or to make them do, all together. 

. 

Alone, you walked through the alleys of the maze, with an old looking lamp in your hand. The orange bulb illuminated just enough to be able to see your feet and two feet in front of you but not much more. And it was this solitude and lack of view that made you grow anxious by the second. At that point you were sure your muscles would be sore the next day, with how tense you felt yourself. 

That, and the sudden fog that seemed to be sliding underneath the green walls that keep leading you to nowhere, made you want to step back and give up your chance of winning. Completely failing your personality again. Fog, in summer. Something felt wrong. As if someone was waiting at the next corner to give you a jumpscare. Yet when you turned slowly, ready to spook back, there was only more blackness in front of you.  

You knew you should have come across someone by then, at least, with what you guessed had been a really long time walking through, it made sense. You could hear others talk but they seemed to be always far, as if they were moving with a kept distance. Never able to make sense of what they are saying but some seem to call each other playfully with singsong voices before they giggled. You wished you had someone with you. 

Exasperation grew as you heard the whistle for a winner back in the terrace. It was far, you could tell, when the voices seemed to go quiet with the announcement. Then the chatter resumed. Exhausted, you took the wrong step as you turned your back to the house again, and stripped at the end of your dress, also scratching your knee. You hissed in pain and sat on the floor placing the lamp next to you in order to see the gravity of the injury.

It bled, not extremely, but you didn’t have anything to tend it with. As you used the inner fabric to brush off any dust from it, as an ultimate source, you realised the utter silence. Except for the decisive steps that come your way, as the fog started surrounding you in that area too, you couldn't even hear the cheering that had been going on back in the house a second ago. 

“I heard you hiss,” said a lady as she came closer with her own lamp, out of the corner, “oh dear, are you ok?” she asked gently, once she finally saw you on the floor.

When she leaned down, however, to look at the wound, the light of the lamp reflected weirdly against her eyes and your first reaction was to back off from her. 

She smirked, showing those fangs some of them were wearing. You were impressed, guessed they were custom made for how well they latched to their own. They looked natural, as if they were just coming out of her gums. Then, when she took a step further, although you didn't consciously perceive anything, adrenaline had its own hold and you were running in the opposite direction, hissing slightly as soon as you were out of reach. You heard her laugh humorously and say something about the necklace. Then you realised it. Putting your fingers over your collarbones, there it was, the collar left to find. Although you never remember having put it on or someone doing so. 

Having put some distance between you and the treasure hunter, you tried to be cautious and move with stealth. Suddenly, a hand closed over your mouth, causing a muffled shriek, and pulled you towards one of the walls before two men walked through the parallel passage. Then you realised they would have seen you at that corner. 

When you turned your face there he was: Taehyung. His long digits still against your lips as he shushed you silently putting a finger over his lips. He used that same hand to turn off your light. It took you a long few seconds to adjust to the natural light. Then you understood. The lights were meant to blind, not to help follow the lead. When he made sure no one was around he shushed  you silently again and you nodded before he freed your mouth to speak. However, the hand that he had used to disable the device, surrounded your waist, demanding how far you could get from him; keeping your back against his chest. 

Not having been this close to him in years, you started to be aware of how warm and formed his body was. His scent filled your nostrils and sent a whole rush of sensations through your nervous system.

His breath felt warm on your neck and against your best judgement, your body responded pressing closer to him. He let out a low grunt that set your hairs on end and made your hands close over the fabric of his arms -where you grabbed for balance-. Your knees felt weak and you knew you would give in if he decided to follow the need you felt in his pants against your asscheeks. Although your first instinct was to rub it, you took the smart decision and pulled away. 

Face to face, his eyes looked at you differently and his breath was shallow. He didn’t look at you as he normally would, he looked worked up, as if he was going to jump on top of you at any second. Again, your body was on its own and responded with arousal, making you clench around nothing. He sniffed the air for a second and a low grunt escaped through his closed mouth as he closed his eyes. Shaken, you took a step back in hopes to meet a surface to take hold onto, maybe looking for something to distract you or simply a place to grasp reality. Your back met the other wall but nothing came with it. 

He seemed to regain his composure, if only to stand tall and look at you from above, as he advanced the distance between your bodies. His forehead meets yours before he brushes his nose with yours, making you close your eyes to the tender gesture. "I still wonder when we stopped being close…" he mutters and his face moves down to sneak under your nose. His lips are soft, gentle and barely a brush before he is pressing his body impossibly close to you again; growling as he demands for you to open your lips with his. At this point, conscience be damned. 

He makes you moan the moment his tongue explores the depths of your mouth and the way he grinds against you with a whine, pools your panties instantly. Then you feel the pain of a needle against your lower lip and gasp, making him separate from you, eyes looking at it. You feel the taste of metal instantly. 

“I think I missed a couple of points when talking about vampires the other day…” he says, licking your blood at the end of his fang. His tone is neutral but the way he cages your body against the wall now feels suffocating. His face snaking at your side, in what you perceive as an approach to talk against your ear, making your skin crawl. “I am one.” His voice is so quiet you wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t this close. 

This time, your answer takes a second to come out and you hear the crack in your voice; even though your rational mind is calling all of the charade 'straight up bullshit', something he'll break out of character and start laughing about. “Sure. You are funny, Taehyung-aah. Are you going to bite me then?” 

He stays neutral as you expose your neck mockingly, against your best judgement. “Yes.” 

He didn't even give you the time to assimilate his tone when his fangs buried in your throat at the left. The reaction to it, came to you like a mix of feelings above the pain itself. The pain somehow, unbelievably, rested as a distant sensation. Fear was what predominated. Intense and piercing through you, dense in your veins while your body tried to go on fight mode. Which you found to be useless under his grasp. So strong it only instigated a second rush of fear, fully understanding the risk to your life. But there was also a strong feeling of irrationality, when you first tried to understand the situation. Never in a million years would you have thought you would be bitten by another human. Let alone your childhood best friend. 

The feeling of betrayal came next. Invited and allegedly safe under your old friend's protection who had become the perpetrator. Sadness, for the one hidden feeling of admiration you had for who was now attacking you. A sense of being profaned, violated, used against your will which led to the tears and a first sob. 

By then, he had already let you go, looking at you with those eyes that shone sky blue in the darkness. Even more shinny with the tears that pooled his waterline while drying the remains of the essence of your vitality from his lips with his sleeve. 

Then you ran. Without giving a second glance, frantic, missing the silent silhouettes lurking in the shadows that soon would appear to scare you and make you change your directions until you were out of the labyrinth. 

Nothing mattered more than to put distance between you and him; passing the manor through a side path. 

. 

The train is busy at this time of the day but being between this many people, although making you feel at a chance of anonymity, doesn’t allow you to fully perceive who may be watching and that just keeps you on alert. Still unable to sleep. 

You feel somehow drowsy and things around you change speed without warning, sometimes they happen really fast and others so slow you can capture details that you would have never done before. The smells too, come at you overwhelmingly and your stomach won't stop turning. You think it’s probably the insomnia and your body finally connecting to give results for the exhaustion. But…

It feels strange. 

Your body should be looking for another source of energy, such as food. Yet you are not exactly hungry. Just really, really thirsty.

. 

You don’t even remember how you got home. It’s all in a blurr. Or straight up erased from your memory. One thing is clear, Taehyung hasn't followed you. 

But he has left a message. The audacity. 

-When you are ready, come to the Manor. Stay safe.-

Taehyung

You chuckle as you reread it, letting your body fall over the fluff of your bed. Finally safe in the open space of your studio apartment. The naked walls and the simplicity of your undeclared, temporary place, have never felt more comfortable. Then your breath falters and a low sob escapes your mouth before you cover it. Tears follow and you finally give in to your sorrow. How could he do this to you? 

Your fingers reach for the place where you have a plaster. It doesn't hurt anymore. 

. 

It feels like you have slept for years. Your mouth feels cottoned but although you follow your morning routine, at 1 a.m. that it is, your water intake doesn’t seem to satiate you. 

Five days since his attack and the only thing you have been doing is squirm in pain during the day and feel like your whole body is breaking at night. Sleeping hasn’t sorted anything and finally you understand you might have caught a disease from the bite. 

You tell yourself you will go to the doctor first thing in the morning. Just a little bit of sleep until the sun comes out. 

Your eyes remain drawing invisible lines in the ceiling. 

. 

You look at your kitchen counters as you sit on the floor against the oven, now warm with a veggie lasagna cooking in it. You have eaten so much in the last few hours and meet the bathroom just as many that you are straight up in shock.

At this point, you are pretty sure you are dying. There’s no way your body can process this way, not so fast, not healthily. It’s impossible. 

The oven bell rings.

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You wake up under your bed. The only place that seems to bring some comfort to your pounding head as the day goes by. Photophobia sucks! If you didn’t know better you would have read your conditions as a hangover.

Then, as you come out of your hiding spot, sun finally giving you reds to see through the window, you realise what’s happening. Or has happened. 

You decide, under the bed is where you want to live from now on. Looking at the front with bulged eyes, shutting down your thoughts in a way you have never been able to before. 

. 

“Thank you, miss!” says the man at the other side of the counter as you walk out with your bag.

Through the streets you see nobody, your target is fixated, only one face in your vision camp and two boxes of ammo to fill his bloody body with. The train awaits.

. 

You are surprised to find the manor apparently empty. The silence is so extreme you can hear your own inner sounds. You hate it. The whole thing. 

Being so perceptive makes you sensitive to any changes and you can even hear the cockroaches walking underneath the floor now. It's disgusting. But extremely useful. 

You can hear their heartbeats. Come out, come out, wherever you are… You aim against one of the doors with your semi-automatic handgun and shoot. All the heartbeats around you accelerate but no one makes a sound. All, except for one. 

The one you can hear going down the main stairs calmly, without even a change of breath. 

When his perfectly suited body appears at the turn of the stares you aim at him but he still doesn't change his neutral expression. His heart does not respond. It angers you. 

But when you aim at his leg and try to pull the trigger, the order dies in your nervous system. 

You fight internally for it to happen but the only thing that does is your hand and body shaking through the effort. 

"It's useless," he points out, still neutral. 

"What have you done to me!?" you protest, still making efforts. 

"You can't hurt your maker, ______."

The anger now blinds you, the lack of control over your emotions is now just your day to day. It guides your soul. Pins you to states that you would have binned easily in the past. The gun meets the floor and before he can blink you are over him. 

Your fangs bury in his throat and you swallow, clearly intended. If I can't kill you, the blood loss will. But he remains calm. He lets you. You know he could stop you. Hell if you don't. But he just stays still as you take a first swallow. 

With it, everything in you seems to find peace and sense, as if the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. But one single feeling remains, sadness. A grieve you have never experienced before. Aware that no matter what you do next, those two kids that were friends in the past, no longer exist. 

Only a second swallow is bearable, or the need to cry only allows so much, and you let him go. Letting your forehead meet his shoulder you cry uncontrollable grabbing on his jacket like your life depends on it. 

"You know now, don't you?" he questions. 

"I do." you say pained. 

.

Then the Shadow Nights happened and by the end you felt like there was no humanity left in you.

Broken. Frozen in time, somewhere within you; crying for your crimes

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The water stains in red as you keep your head low under the rain shower. Your uncontrollable sobs echo against the dark grey tiles but when his hand rests on your shoulder you don't pull away. 

"I know there's nothing I can say that will make it better… " he whispers but that only angered you. 

"Then don't," you spit back and you feel his arms surround your body. 

"I love you," he mutters against your nape. 

"I love you too."

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[curiouxs-cas]

You must be 18+ to follow! No indication of your age gets you blocked. Please at least have “adult” in your bio or pinned.

Also, I’m anti-censorship, have no interest in ship discourse, and don’t like fandom purity culture. Keep this in mind if you choose to follow me.

Hi! Call me Cas. So, first thing’s first: This is one of those weird vore blogs. There will probably also be general belly kink content here like stuffing. The sona I use for this account is a tease-y dragon pred named Cas. You’ll probably see me occasionally post art of her.

More preferences and info are under the cut:

- I have a strong preference for safe non-fatal vore, aka endosoma. Anything I draw or write will fall into that category, but I may reblog other types of vore if I like the art or media.

-There will only be non-human preds here, but I’m fine with human prey.

-Absolutely nothing to do with pregnancy will be here. Please don’t send asks about it either!You do you, but it’s a huge squick and a frightening concept to me.

DMs and askbox are are open, just don’t be creepy!

Unique tags I use:

#⚡️cas talks: Text posts by me

#🦷 insp: Basically, stuff that’s vorish to me but isn’t explicitly so. May contain some more ~ aesthetic ~ stuff

#🦷 scenarios: Just short vore scenarios from me!

#✏️ cas writes: My longer writing

[harringtons-cupid]

Welcome to:

ASKS!

🌶️Steve -ask me a question! can be about myself, my writing, anything! let's get to know each other 🤍

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🧇EL - You can send me anything

RULES!

you can send in as many asks as you like, but only one request per ask.

be polite & patient!! i'll try my best to respond to asks as fast as i can, but i do have a life outside of tumblr so if your ask takes a few days to be answered, please be kind.

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[void-wolfie]

Hi, here are some asks that you wanted, hope it's not too many lol

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🍅 least favorite food

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

this definitely is a lot, but not too many at all (honestly I've been bored out of my mind all day so I'm happy for the interaction) 😂

(thank you for the asks <3)

🖤 - favorite hobbies outside writing?

gaming and drawing, I'm not very good at either but who says you have to be good at your hobbies lol

I generally game by myself since most of my friends like first person shooters and those might just be my least favorite lol, and when it comes to drawing I usually just trace stuff and then put my own twist on it

🍅 - least favorite food?

to be honest, so many... I have the diet of a picky five year old and it pretty much consists of like 5 meals and that's it lol

ironically enough, my girlfriend is a chef, and you would not believe the amount of teasing I have to endure for my picky taste buds 😂

but to answer the question, probably tomatoes? or pickles maybe? the smell of pickles alone will make me nauseous 😂

🍌 - talent I wish I had?

singing, hands down.

I was this close 🤏🏻 to being an actor and pursuing that until I realized I hate the sound of my own voice (especially the sound of my singing) and the theater program at my school only did musicals 😂

✏️ - when did I start writing fanfics?

highschool, I was in tenth grade I believe (so roughly 15yrs old) 😂

I would always get bored doing assignments or finish early, and parents would work late, so I turned one of my hyper fixations into a hobby, and here I am 5 (?) years later still enjoying it 😂

📚 - how do I come up with ideas for my fics?

most of the time it's just day dreaming, I get bored in class and my mind will wander, happens a lot when I'm in my math classes (college professors are so boring guys) 😂

a lot of the time my mind will wander before I fall asleep too, making up fake scenarios about things I wish I could experience or cute scenes I saw in a movie or something lol

and then the very rare occasion, sometimes it's actually based on true events, I don't think anything I've posted on here is based on true events, but I'd have to reread to tell you for certain 😂

📌 - which fic am I known for?

honestly I'm not sure, I don't think I'm very well known as a writer so I wouldn't necessarily say I'm "known" for something (other than apparently my angst stories lol)

but anywho, my most popular fics (in order) are Music to My Ears, Puppy Love, and Inhale... so hopefully that answers the question 😂

💔 - is there a fic I wish I didn't write?

honestly not really, I'm proud of most of my fics. even the ones I'm on the fence about or don't exactly like, I wouldn't say I regret writing them

so to answer your question, no 😂

🌝 - a show I'd recommend to anyone?

honestly a bunch, but depends on what you like lol

sci-fi? stranger things

historical drama? reign

supernatural? supernatural, teen wolf, or originals

drama / crime? criminal minds

drama / doctors? the good doctor

comedy / sitcom? the big bang theory, modern family, or how I met your mother

(this is so many, my bad, but honestly these are all good shows and you should check them out if you're bored 😂)

🌚 - a show I'd tell people to stay away from?

I have no serious answer to this so I will leave u with this;

cocomelon 😌

⭐ - biggest accomplishment?

it's not a fact I talk about often, especially because it was so long ago, but I'm actually a first degree black belt

I started taekwondo when I was maybe 9 (?) and it took maybe 4 or 5 years but I worked my way up and earned my black belt, I wanna say it was about a 3 hour long test and it was hard to push myself to do it, but after lots of hard work and determination I got there, and I'm proud of myself for that lol

🍀 - comfort show?

it may sound a bit funny, but teen wolf, yeah it may not have had the best plot or special effects, but I started it one day and couldn't stop. I've watched that show so many times I can quote it like the back of my hand and it's always something familiar I can turn to when I need comfort

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