#1.5k words fml

[eriophorumcallitrix]

ok so i wanna talk about my biggest gripe with the latest reason for disliking tubbo. this ended up accidentally being a more in-depth character explanation from my/tubbos pov. and boy do I mean the compulsive overexplanation really popped off on this one

(disclaimer: you’re obviously allowed to dislike any character you want, I’m not your mom and I’m just voicing my own view + experiences lol)

one of the biggest criticisms for him im seeing as of the moment is that he’s being annoying. and I completely agree. I think he’s being inflammatory at really awful times. but what I don’t agree with is the lack of discussion about why he’s acting this way. chalking his callousness up to simple neglect or lack of care is a disservice to his character.

my interpretation of tubbos current mental state and how he got here is like this:

tension has been high strung for weeks now due to the egg island workers showing up and harassing people. they’ve killed empanada, and there really does not seem to be shit they can do about it. the federation doesn’t give a shit, the workers are OP as all hell, and tubbo has tried everything in his power to keep sunny and her siblings safe. not even his busted set of armor kept him from getting three-tapped. like tubbo said: “why try if there’s no chance of winning?”

so already, he’s depressed and frustrated with himself for not being able to do a damn thing to keep the people he loves safe.

then we get into his relationships with the people around him. in tubbos eyes, pac and fit are forming a close relationship that he feels is going to leave him behind. pac, fit and Ramon have each other now. they’re family now in a way that tubbo doesn’t seem to be a part of now. I can’t remember if he said this exactly, but it was along the lines of: well now there’s not going to be any space for me [if they’re that close.] his closest friends are moving on without him, and there’s nothing he can do about that either.

now we have a depressed barely-adult guy whose self esteem has TANKED because he feels like there’s no use for him anymore. his friends are moving on without him and the only thing he’s good for is how useful he can be to others.

except for sunny.

it barely took a week for them to get attached to each other, and now it’s them against the world. sunny is all he needs, and tubbo is all she needs. they mean everything to each other, and would burn it all down if it made the other smile. and right now? it’s looking like it’ll be just them against the world until further notice.

but sunny has her friends. she has her siblings! she loves them to death and they love her to death too. she has her accountant bad, her bodyguard fit and driver pac! (if I remember correctly xd) and they’ve got her. sunny can trust them, and has them to stick around for.

tubbo does not have this. don’t get him wrong, he’s incredibly grateful that she’s got people on her side that love her other than him! but this doesn’t come without unspoken jealousy and resentment. not resentment towards sunny, obviously, but definitely some jealousy of her relationships with the others. and possible resentment towards the others for not sparing the same kindness towards him.

this is where I tie back to my original point. the difference between sunny and her pa is mostly communication and trust of others. sunny is willing to communicate and trust others, and tubbo is not.

to start with why tubbo isn’t communicating with others right now: i believe he’s reached the point of emotional shutdown. he has tried his damndest to do what he can to resolve the situation and nothing has worked. this is already something I believe is stressing him out really badly, thus taking up a significant portion of his emotional threshold.

and now he can’t even seek solace or help in his friends because he cannot let himself trust them.

he has tried to give out cries for help in ways that aren’t necessarily straightforward. and he’s also said some seriously worrying things lately under the guise of being jokes. i don’t blame the others for not getting that, but I still can’t help but wonder why nobody’s really thought to look any deeper into it? like don’t get me wrong, tubbo says some completely inane shit sometimes. but has the frequency of these “jokes” and his inflammatory behavior not tipped anyone off at all?

regardless, tubbo feels like he’s tried. he’s not that good at communicating, and even when he is, he may not come off as treating the situation with proper sensitivity. it’s already a struggle to communicate, not even mentioning trying to ask for help. this is a whole other layer to wondering why he even tries doing things “right.”

he already thinks people only keep him around for what he can provide, so thats the only thing he thinks he’s got going for him and he’s barely hanging onto it too.

so as a result of not knowing how to cope with the situations around him and pretty much being extended past his emotional capability, he acts out. he doesn’t want fit and pac together because they’re gonna leave him behind. so he tries to ruin it. it doesn’t work, and they are continuing to move on without him. so he constantly comments on how annoying it is, and in a way, tries to get them to push him away themselves. he just wants a resolution to this hurt he’s feeling, and he wants them to just get “the move away” over already. but obviously that’s not gonna happen.

so he makes insensitive jokes, says stupid shit and does stupid shit too. he lies and blames others. he wants his friends to push him away already and give him a good reason to finally run away with sunny and completely isolate. this is beyond his capabilities, and all he needs at this point is a solid reason for him to finally hit the ground running.

but each day he comes back to spawn, doing everything he can to not completely lose it for sunny. he’s trying his best to keep it together for her, and he can’t let himself be weak. admitting his feelings in the place he’s currently in would end up coming out as a breakdown. and he cannot let the people around him see that. it would be a fatal error to open up when he cannot trust the feds nor the egg island workers not to take advantage of his weakness. and he needs to be there for sunny, to at the very least protect her if nothing else.

so essentially: tubbo is past his emotional threshold and is barely keeping it together. the facade is slipping and the harshness/what people perceive as annoying is continuously slipping out from the cracks.

(with this next bit, this is just me recognizing autistic patterns of behavior in myself + some others in tubbo’s character. i dont actually know if he’s autistic this is just me drawing parallels from my experience. and how I have seen these behaviors be treated within the qsmp fandom. don’t say I’m armchair diagnosing him or whatever for the love of god please)

so tubbo cannot cope with the situations around him, which is resulting in his mask slipping. he’s fully aware that he’s being insensitive and kind of an ass, but he is quite literally past his capability of keeping up with social niceties at this point. and i do think the unnecessary jokes in bad taste are purposefully to get people to either notice something is wrong or to get them to push him away so he doesn’t keep hurting their feelings.

and people getting onto him about communication I think simply do not get how utterly difficult it is to communicate when you have reached the point where you’re struggling to mask. not to mention the danger he could put himself in by being vulnerable to others on top of that. so ultimately, brushing off his fears and character traits as a simple “he could do this but doesn’t want to/is just stubborn and annoying for no reason/for a reason that isn’t good enough for me” is kind of ridiculous. it also reminds me of some things I’ve been told in relation to my struggles with autism, but that’s just me. not that i think people are actually being ableist but i do think some of y’all’s arguments are slipping a little too close to ableist rhetoric.

once again you’re allowed to dislike whoever you want and think they’re annoying, but i would encourage you to think a little more in depth as to why you think they’re annoying.

(and I’m not saying some people don’t like autistic traits that aren’t cute n quirky but… it’s getting a little too close for comfort >_>)

#1.5k words fml #qsmp tubbo #qsmp discourse #discourse #flying a little close to the sun with this one methinks #ableism mention #3 am word vomit about one of my faves. who could’ve seen this coming

[cleaningbones]

how tf do ppl write anything longer than 1.576k words specifically

#no idea what the hell im doing here #ignore the fact that it's obviously a sweet smell of success fic. im fine. #i keep meaning to go back to gay s3infeld bc it was funny and i enjoyed it and i could fs write more #but also my ssos hyperfixation that's lasted like nine months now is taking over my life #actually no ten months-ish by now #that's long enough to produce a 1 month old baby #and that 1 month old baby IS ONLY 1.5K WORDS BC IM NOT A WORDY AUTHOR #fml

[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

[bi-bi-buckleydiaz]

tell me. why it’s so fucking easy. to bust out 1.5K words. of fanfic. but for my finals. i suddenly. know no words.

#fml #literally so annoying #i have a paper due in three hours #and i have 400 words #needs to me 1.5k #rachel rambles

[seonghwanotes]

dance lessons | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i want to cancel myself for writing cringy pieces cause what is this omg but fml hes so HOTKDJSJJ IM LSOIGNFIT but pls don't mind the cringe, this was a very old imagine 😭

your boyfriend had asked you to come over to the headquarters today since he wanted to practice a new choreography today and you had agreed to his request as you’ve never seen him practice before so you were feeling pretty excited.

you woke up early that day and took a cold shower to wake you up from your sleep. you threw on a white hoodie over your sleeveless top, with black jeans and put on a pair of black glasses along with a mask so that paparazzi wouldn't spot you.

kq agreed to let the two of you date but only under the condition of not getting caught by the paparazzi as it could attract some sasaengs to the headquarters. not wanting to risk anything, you decided to agree with the condition and act as their staff who brings coffee.

even though the team wasn't involved with practice, you still had to get coffee so that your cover doesn't get blown up due to the fans who walk by the 7-eleven located below their agency.

starbucks was a stone's throw away from your house and kq was a 5 minutes walk away from starbucks so you'd usually walk to their headquarters. taking your water bottles, you left your house and walked to starbucks.

the sun wasn't shining at it's peak since it was newly nine in the morning, it would only feel like summer when it's around noon so you were grateful that it wasn't that hot since you wore this outfit out.

just then, yunho called you. "y/n?"

"good morning yuyu," you chimed, a smile etched onto your face as you heard his voice.

he chuckled, "good morning, y/n-nie. are you on your way to kq?"

"yeah, i'm near starbucks now. do you want breakfast?" you asked, reaching starbucks at the same time where you walked in and the smell of coffee hit you.

"it's okay, just get me a sweet drink this time. i cooked kimchi fried rice for us, we could have it once you're here." he said, making you feel all giddy as you love his kimchi fried rice.

ever since you saw him cook the dish when they were in australia, you've been begging him to cook for you as you wanted to taste it as well. of course, he gave in to that and oh boy, it was delicious. it would be a rare occasion if you had the chance to taste it cause he would usually be tired after practice so it was definitely your lucky day today.

"alright yuyu, bye," you said, dragging the last letter.

"bye bye," he replied, before hanging up the call. you kept your phone and waved at the barista who recognised you at this point.

"morning y/n! is it the usual today?" dan, the barista who you would always order with, asked you.

"good morning dan and nope, just 2 iced vanilla lattes today." you told her. she nodded as you paid and took the receipt. it didn't take too long as there were barely any customers around today and dan had gotten used to the crowd that she prepares tasty drinks in a short while.

you heard your name being called by dan and she handed the coffees to you. you thanked her and left the store. you walked pretty quickly since you noticed that the road was starting to get a little busy on a saturday morning. so it didn't take you long to reach kq.

cold air hit your skin as you walked into kq, it didn't help that you were wearing a hoodie since their air conditioning system never failed to make you shiver. you greeted the receptionist before heading to the practice room.

you walked hurriedly and went inside the room, to see yunho laying on the floor, using his phone. he shifted his focus on you when you walked in and instantly smiled at you.

"yuyu!" you cooed, putting the drinks on the floor and running to him. he got up and did the same, "y/n-nie!"

he engulfed you in a hug and the two of you remained in a position like that for a while, pampering each other with terms of endearment as well. you looked around the room, arms still wrapped around his waist, wondering where the fried rice was.

"yunho?"

"the fried rice," he said in defeat, pulling away from the hug, "come, let's eat."

the two of you sat on the floor to eat, you passed him his drink and took a sip from yours. "it's vanilla latte, i don't know if you'll like it but give it a try."

he took a sip from the drink and made a thinking face for a few seconds. you looked at him with hopeful eyes, curious to know what he thought about your choice. he looked at you and nodded, "you have the best taste in coffee." you giggled and pecked him on the lips.

"shall we dig in?"

☆ ☆ ☆

you were laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling while yunho was practicing each step carefully and slowly. you were full from the fried rice that yunho had fed you and you were bored as well. you would use your phone but you noticed that every time you were using your phone, yunho would be doing the proper choreo without you looking.

"y/n?"

"mhm?"

"can you use your phone? i don't want you to watch me dance." he whined, looking at you with his signature puppy eyes.

the same pair of eyes that you fell in love with made you feel weak but you weren't going to give in to that. you got up and shook your head, "yunho! i came to see the process of how it goes, i don't wanna just watch you perform through a screen." you complained with a pout on your face.

he let out a sigh and nodded his head. "if that's so, do you want to dance with me? maybe it will make me loosen up a little."

"dance? but i'm not good at it."

"well, i can teach you. c'mere." he said, giving a hand out for you to hold. you knew that he wouldn't dance if you didn't join him so you took his hand and got up.

"okay, so what are we gonna do first?" you asked, tying your hair into a bun. yunho didn't reply to you, instead his gaze was stuck on your subtle action.

"old man?"

"ah, yeah. sorry, you look so cute. also, don't call me that, jeez," he chuckled, poking your cheeks out of nowhere. "well, we can start off with aurora, a simple one to warm up."

you agreed and played the music on your phone. the two of you faced the mirror and you tried to follow yunho's steps, slowly you got the flow of it. shockingly, it didn't take you too long to catch up with the steps.

"not bad, you got it quickly." he said, patting your head. you smiled back at him, "gracias, mi amor."

"do you want to dance together? we should record it too, i want to keep it in my folder. then, probably play it for our wedding." he suggested. you laughed at the idea of getting married to him, you both were serious about getting married in the future but the two of you constantly made jokes about it.

you nodded, making his face light up. he rushed to the front and opened your camera to record the dance. he clicked record and the timer popped out.

3, 2, 1.

"hi everyone, this is jeong yun-"

you nudged him, "yunho, this isn't anewz."

"ah yeah, sorry y/n. here's a clip of me and y/n dancing to aurora. please enjoy." he continued. you sighed, knowing the emcee side of him wasn't going to leave anytime sooner.

he played the music and the two of you started dancing. everything was going fine until yunho accidentally hit your face and you fell on the floor. it was a struggle to be with a tall man where you had the height of a child compared to his.

"oh my god, y/n." he gasped, dropping to his knees and hugging you. "i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to hit you!"

it wasn't something new to you, it was either yunho avoided you from getting hit or yunho accidentally bumps into you. you nodded your head and looked at the camera, "to the future y/n, make sure you're tall enough around yunho if you're going to dance with him."

he erupted into laughter and showed a thumbs up to the camera. "that's all we have for yuyu & y/n-nie today, bye~" he waved at the camera.

he crawled to the phone and stopped recording. he tossed it after he was done and diverted his attention to you, "y/n-ah." he pouted.

"it's okay, i'm fine." you told him, gently touching the bridge of your nose. he frowned and came closer to you. he kissed your nose and looked at you, "does that help?"

you giggled, "of course not, stupid." you kissed him on the lips instead and told him, "this feels way better."

he grinned and pulled you into a hug again, "you're so precious, i love you y/n."

hugging him back, you mumbled into his chest, "i love you more, yunho."

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez angst #ateez fluff #kpop #kpop imagines #seonghwanotes #ateez yunho #yunho ateez #yunho au #jeong yunho au #jeong yunho #yunho fluff #yunho x reader #yunho imagines #ateez x reader #yunho fics #ateez fics #yunho fic #ateez fic #jung yunho #jeong yunho imagines #dance lessons

[omar-rudeberg]

[“mi cotufita” started sharing their screen] (chapter one / ten) by disruptedthesky / @omar-rudeberg​

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: ~1.5k (chapter)

Summary:

After the… unique start to their relationship, Wille and Simon only have each other in the flesh for a single semester at Hillerska before they have to endure the entire summer break apart. Again. But the distance between them this time is infinitely more torturous, because now they know exactly what they’re missing.

(Or, 5 times Wille and Simon fail spectacularly trying to virtually get it on and then how 1 night changes everything.)

A hopefully hilarious—then frankly filthy—unofficial fan-sequel to call me up late by @royalwilmon.

(Read chapter one: “fml” on AO3)

#young royals fanfiction #yr fanfiction #yr fanfic #wilmon #wilmon fic #call me up late #cmul #mi cotufita #fic #disruptedthesky #((yes I made chapter banners too what of it???)) #((just reminding y'all this exists before hopefully getting a chapter to you this weekend!!)) #((staying out of the yr tag now I don't want to annoy themmmmm)) #((also will probably edit the other post to be a masterpost linking to these chapters maybe ??? yeah we'll do that good talk))

[dodger-sister]

My Personal (fanfic) Pimping Post – Post No.1

So I have been on my AO3, cleaning up some formatting & getting my tags set up better. When I got my account about 6yrs ago, I’d just started to get into uploading my fics, sorting out how I wanted things to looks there, when Grandma demanded I write a book for her, so I fell off the AO3 project for that, because…*Grandma*. Hopefully this time I’ll stick with it. I’ve even uploaded a few fics lately. So here’s my pimping post…you’ll find the following fandoms here; Actor RPF, Fake News RPF, Glee, Harry Potter, Law & Order SVU & SPN. Here you go… (copy/paste the links I guess? None of them popped as links )

\(‘’)/

Try New Things - Freebies Actor RPF, Jensen/Chad, PWP, Explicit, 2k – Chad is waiting for Jared to come home. Jensen is waiting for Chad to go away. They get bored. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3470801

The Name Game Actor RPF, Jensen/Christian, PWP, Explicit, 2k – It’s Christian’s 35th birthday and Jensen has a present for him. Maybe two. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3395747

5X Jensen Thought They Were Dorks and 1X He Knew For Sure Actor RPF, Jared/Misha, Humor, Teen+, 1k – Jensen doesn’t think anything of it. Except, of course, maybe, that Jared and Misha are big giant dorks. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3356708

Misha Collins, The Fangirls’ Devil Actor RPF, Misha & Mark P, Humor, Teen+, Drabble – Mark thinks Misha might have done that on purpose. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3232598

The Transmission Of Dynamic Images Via Electromagnetic Signals Actor RPF, Jensen, Jared, Jeffrey, Misha, Michael, Chad, Humor, Gen+, 1.5k – 5x If the Cast of the CW were a TV Show (Justified, Psych, Glee, Mad Men, SPN). https://archiveofourown.org/works/3206795

He Was Still Just Rosenbaum Actor RPF, Misha/Michael, Jared/Jensen, Hurt/Comfort, Mature, 2k – Jared’s having a bad day. The boys want to help. Michael is an idiot. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3138659

Where The Sidewalk Ends Fake News RPF, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Angst, Gen+, Ficlet – Jon can’t believe he’s aired his last show. He can’t believe those were his last words. He can’t believe he is in a bunker during the actual zombie apocalypse. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28863246

Oil Spills and Poltergeists Fake News RPF, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Fusion-SPN, Hunters, Teen+, Ficlet – Their jobs are hard. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3173038

Not So Bad, After All Glee, Puck/Rachel, Fusion-SPN, Future, Hunters, Teen+, 1k – Ten years in the future and Puck has an unusual job and an unusual family, but he loves it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3162467

Burrowing – The Best Idea Ever Harry Potter, Fred, George, Charlie, Wee!Weasleys, Gen+, 2k – It was the best idea Fred has ever had. So he is not sure how it went so wrong. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28923387

Burrowing – A Simple Case Of The Normal, Human Flu Harry Potter, Ron, Percy, Wee!Weasleys, Gen+, Ficlet – Ron has a case of the normal, human flu. Percy is there to help. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3513350

(Never) Too Late To Apologize Law & Order SVU, Carisi, Benson, Tutuola, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Gen+, 1k – Carisi didn’t like the bitter taste in his mouth. Maybe they just needed to talk it out. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28759296

Doctors Do Date. Sometimes Law & Order SVU, Huang/Beresford aka Cute ER Doc, Flirting, Gen+, Ficlet – It’d been a hard case. But the ER doctor was cute and that was perking Huang up. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28740648

Thanksgiving At Bobby’s Supernatural, Sam, Dean, Bobby, John, Wee!Chesters, Gen+, 4.5k – It’s Thanksgiving at Bobby’s house and there are pretend FBI badges, vegetarians, church clothes and turkey drawings. Also, there is family and brothers and, yes, pie. (Fic art done by me & my then 4yo nephew + art link has Weechester icons) https://archiveofourown.org/works/8630917

Everything Is Just Fine Supernatural, Dean/Cas, FML!Sam, Fallen!Cas, Oblivious!Dean, Mature, 4.5k – Castiel is confused about how to be human. Dean is confused about a lot of things. They’ll figure it out. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3602955

Feel The Wind Supernatural, Dean & Ben, Alt S6, Family, Gen+, Ficlet – Dean is waiting for Ben after school. He has something for him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3443399

Dude, That’s My Car! Supernatural/CWRPF, Soulless!Sam, Chad Michael Murray as a Campbell cousin, Crack, Teen+, Drabble – Where the hell did Sam even get that car from? https://archiveofourown.org/works/3422894

United Here, Somehow Supernatural, Glee-esque, Dean & Sam, Dean discovers fandom, Teen+, 6k – Dean needs an outlet. He finds “Glee”. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3400856

Nymphs, Fairies and Paranormal Hoochies Supernatural, Dean, Sam, John in flashbacks, Humor, Gen+, Drabble – Sam and Dean have tracked their hunt to a charity auction. Now what? https://archiveofourown.org/works/3279452

When It Comes Down To It Supernatural, The 4400 Fusion/Crossover, John, Bobby, Sam & Dean adjacent, Drama, Gen+, 1.5k – Sammy is too close to that giant freaking ball of light hovering over the northern part of Washington State and way too far away from John for any father’s peace of mind. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3245402

#my post #fanfic #fic recs #fanfic recs #spn #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #my personal pimping post #my blogs #my fic #my writing #my recs #my thoughts #my life #life #recs #thoughts

[ohsnapitzlovehacker]

Restless Night - M!MC x Tyril

Author’s Note: Slow burns are all fun and games until you attempt to write one, fml 😭 

Summary: Comfort can come from when and where you least expect it.

Word count: 1.5K

It had been hours and sleep still eluded Red. He lay on the bottom bunk just beneath the priestess who slept soundly, her breaths soft and even. Red shifted over to look down at the floor, where Mal and Tyril had made sleeping provisions. He still felt slightly guilty, but Mal refused to let him or Nia sleep elsewhere, and Tyril hadn’t responded favorably to Red’s suggestion to share a bunk. Red had meant it as a joke, laughing at Tyril’s lost for words, and ignoring the hot flash of jealousy Mal quickly hid before the adventurer gave him an incredulous look. 

If Kade were here, Red would have joined the two on the floor, leaving the bunk for his brother. He wouldn’t have thought twice about it. That all too familiar pang in his chest suddenly became unbearable. He needed some air. Red thought he’d quietly rushed out of the stateroom, unaware of the pair of eyes that watched him leave in a suppressed panic. 

The elf had stirred awake to mutterings and half-finished thoughts, and the only thing stronger than his annoyance at having being woken up was his sympathy for the human who sleep avoided. Tyril listened to Red toss and turn, then sit up awkwardly, slouched under the bunk as he rubbed his tired eyes. Tyril was far from the comforting sort, but he felt honor-bound to repay the kindness Red had shown him, despite their hostile first meeting. Tyril was up and on the move before he could talk himself out of it.,

The cold, salty air was enough to stave off any oncoming gasps, but Red’s heart refused to slow even for a moment. Pressure built up in his temple, and he massaged the pain with his fingertips. Years had passed since Kade’s sickness, and still Red sometimes found himself viewing his brother as the frail thing he’d been at six, death as real as any monster they’d imagined. And now, Kade was quite literally dealing with real monsters in that blasted shard and Red had egregiously let him down. 

Red almost didn’t hear Tyril behind him and was caught completely off guard. “Hey...oh, hey! Um, hi,” Red sputtered, internally wincing. He didn’t need anyone seeing him like this, least of Tyril. Red quickly turned away, fiddling with the frayed end of his undershirt. He’d have to mend it, but for now, there was a certain comfort in pulling apart the strands and undoing the seams. All the while, he was very aware of the elf’s towering presence behind him. It was hard not to be. “I thought you might want company,” Tyril finally spoke, his usually stern voice surprisingly gentle. “Though it seems I’ve assumed wrong…” Red’s head whipped up, unsure if that was uncertainty laced in the elf’s voice. Tyril had already turned away and was heading back to the stateroom when Red spoke up. “Wait! Um, stay...please?” Red couldn’t decipher the look on Tyril’s face as he came to stand beside him, arms crossed as he looked up at the stars like they’d done the previous night. Red silently thanked the Gods for the elf not asking about his state of being and had a joke at the tip of his tongue when Tyril spoke again. “Are you...alright?” Red snorted, his lips curving into that charming grin that had gotten him into as much trouble as it had out of it. But when his companion didn’t so much as crack a smile, Red felt his insides collapse. Still, he opted for humor, since breaking down in front of the formidable elf was not an option. He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I guess so. Your company is at best, adequate.” He smirked and watched Tyril’s eyes roll in annoyance. Red let out a soft chuckle that dissipated into a soft breath as those same eyes seemed to peer into his soul.

Icy blues that had lived longed and seen many things and now pinned Red down. The human let out an ungraceful swallow. He’d teased Tyril before on his seriousness, and before that, he’d been ready to challenge him to a swords fight (or even a fistfight) but now Red felt compelled to do something completely different. Before he had a chance to act upon it and make an utter fool of himself, the moment was spectacularly shattered when the elf spoke again. “You mumble in your sleep. About your brother, Kade?” Red straightened up suddenly, his cheeks flamed with embarrassment and something close to anger. “I do not,” Red growled, his neck straining as he looked Tyril dead in the eyes, insulted to see the elf’s unabashed grin. Shit, it was beautiful. He was beautiful. 

And suddenly Red was very interested in his frayed nightshirt again. While Tyril was content to leave the silence, he knew Red well enough to realize the human would want to fill it with something, anything. And Tyril wasn’t sure what to make of the significant glances his way, the ones Red passed when he thought the elf wasn’t looking. 

The fabric unraveled some more as Red gathered his thoughts, unsure what he planned to say until the words were tumbling out faster than he could keep them in. “I just miss him.” He looked over at Tyril, worrying his bottom lip before he sighed. “I’m from Riverbend, yeah, but it’s not my home, not by a long shot. It never was. Not like Undermount for you. Probably why I was in such a rush to get the hell out of there.” The truth was, as much as Kade pushed that Red was the adventurous one, and he was content to sit on the sidelines and spread their magnificent tales, Red never pictured tackling life outside of their small town without him. 

“I admit, the notion of a bond that strong or close is foreign to me, but I’m no stranger to stress or being on edge. You can’t sit on it, or it will eat you alive, Red.” Tyril almost smiled to himself. It was a lesson he was still learning himself, but good advice either way. If he could, Tyril wanted to alleviate some of the distress that plagued Red. The reasoning behind this need remained a mystery, something to be pulled apart and studied later. 

Red wasn’t sure when the space between them shrank, but he liked the sound of his name on the elf’s lips. He also had no recollection of when his racing heart had calmed, or the pounding in his head had ceased. “Ty…” Red rasped, then cleared his throat, catching the raised eyebrow of the elf at the shortened name. How effortlessly it had slipped from his tongue. Just the other night, Red had wrapped an arm around Tyril, communicated in that quick gesture what words would always fail to say. His restless body craved sleep, but it craved Tyril’s touch even more. How much better he would sleep next to another body. Just sleep, Red emphasized in his mind. He looked anywhere but at Tyril as he nonchalantly made his request known. “I know you and Mal are big strong, tough guys but those floorboards do not look comfortable,” Red chuckled lightly, daring a glance at Tyril. His shoulder easily came up to Red’s neck, and the elf shrugged.

The human wasn’t wrong, but Tyril had made do with far less accommodating situation, and whatever disdain he felt for the scoundrel, Mal, was nothing compared to telling the priestess no. It was something he was starting to suspect both Mal and Red were not fond of either.

“I know it’s not ideal...but you're welcome to sleep in my bunk. With me,” Red rushed to add, staring out at the calm waters below. Tyril studied his side profile, Red’s jaw taut with worry and fatigue. He felt his cheeks darkened as he remembered Red’s suggestion but this time there were no traces of laughter in Red’s expression. The human needed rest. “Will it help you sleep?” Tyril asked, and Red stiffened, confusing the elf. It was a simple enough question, was it not? “Um, yeah...actual yes.” Red replied, his gaze finding and holding Tyril’s before he quickly looked away again, biting back a nervous smile. 

Sharing a bed proved to be more troublesome than cozy, what with the elf and human quite literally on top of each other. But sleep won out over awkwardness and Red relaxed against Tyril’s chest, eyes fluttering closed. Almost automatically, Tyril’s arm came to rest on Red’s back as the human drifted off. Tyril waited for the restless shifting, or the muttered half-cries to fall from Red’s lips, but neither came to pass and the human continued his calm slumber. Tyril still wasn’t sure what had possessed him to say yes to Red’s request, to not shy away from the implied intimacy, but lying there in cramped quarters with Red unlocked a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

#playchoices fanfiction #blades of light and shadow #choices bolas #tryril x mc #tyril the mage #tyril starfury #slow burn #cannon divergence #hurt/comfort #lissen I just wanted them to share a bed #we can work out the other stuff later LOL

[skygemspeaks]

why is writing so hard fml i still need at least 1.5k more words before i can post the next chapter of every little thing. i suck so much at writing emotional scenes guys

#ignore me #writing #don't think i'll be able to post it any time today #because i'm leaving for work in about ten mins

[mrsamazingdreamer]

Just Roommates: Part 2

YAAAAAS.

HEY GUYS! A big hug and a bigger thanks to everyone who liked my story.

Check out part 1.

Here is part 2! 

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate + College adventures lol. 

Characters- Reader, Jungkook. 

Word count- 1.5k+ 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4  

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2  

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JUNGKOOK’s POV

Anything in the world would have been fine, but living in the same apartment as a GIRL was just a no for me. The reason why I had moved into an apartment was so that I could avoid being around the campus girls. But look at me now, I’m crying into a pillow, seeing a girl almost naked in my house. I’m so mad at everyone. They said that they will send in a ‘nice roommate’ who is perfect for my lifestyle and comfort… but no one told me that when I meet that person first will be like this. I want to die.

“I’m sorry are you okay?” a surprisingly soft noise and a warm hand lands on my shoulder. I got startled at the touch and quickly sat up straight.

“Uh I think so- never mind- I-I-I f-freaked out.” I stammered hard. From the corner of my eye I saw her, she was still in her towel, I noticed her eyes… they were very deep and from candle light reflection made them even more deep. I could feel her empathising with my situation from the look on her face.

“So, did I… I mean I should have waited and had a talk with you- “I cut her off and gave her my jacket looking away. “You will catch a cold.” I went into my bedroom without any delay or talks. I couldn’t have her sat there like that, talking to me. It was just really weird. I open my windows to just see how dark it was outside. This ‘Girl-Phobia’ of mine was really getting me to the edge. 

After all, I am a 19-year-old with raging testosterone.

I was blanked out at the thought of living with the opposite gender. Things could be just fine or maybe just so much worse. Either way, I was going to suffer.

It was 10pm and I was hungry fuck. I exit the room to see that girl was sat by the window in our living room, looking a bit sad. Now obviously, I had to do something about the person living with me being sad. Not going to lie, she was kind of cute.

ASDFGHJKL WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?????????? PLEASE sEND Help. TT

“Um, so, hi.” I awkwardly went up to her and just spat the most awkward greeting of my life.

“Oh, hey.” She looks up at me, fixing her hair and face and gave me a cute smile.

Aiggoo. Wae?!

“Earlier was really awkward and bad, so sorry about that.” I tried to makeup and apologise.

“That is fine I guess. I’m Y/N, by the way.” She told.

“I’m Jungkook. You’re new, here right?” I asked her trying to keep it chic.

“Oh, yeah I am. I think you helped me earlier today?” she said.

“Did I? I don’t know, I think I did, but, I don’t know, well, I must have, I’m too nice you know.” WTF JEON JUNGKOOK DA FUQ YOU SAYING?

“Haha, oh god, I think it was you so thanks!” she gave me shy look.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” I went to shake hands with her.

As I was proceeding towards her, I tripped onto the cushion and fell all over her.

WOW JEON FUCKING IDIOT. YOU TRIED. *SLOW CLAPS *

I was on top of a girl, ashamed and feeling awful af. She smells amazing though. OKAY WHAT-

“I’m so sorry! Oh, my god!” I locked my eyes with her as I apologise. I could almost feel her boobs which wasn’t helping at all. But I had to compose myself up. It was 10 seconds later, before I could get up off her and leave back to Korea. I felt my stomach rumble. She covers her face up and giggles in second-hand embarrassment.

SHE WILL DEFINITLY THINK IM A CREEPY DESPERATE PERVERT. FML

Y/N’s POV

“Jungkook” he is. And he is literally on top of my soul right now. Jesus fucking Christ, I could see his muscular arms and those clavicles and that slaying jaw line and that fucking face of his-

DID HE FALL ON ME, OR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, BUT NOT GONNA LIE, I WAS LOVING EVERY BIT OF IT. JESUS, Y/N STOP IT ALREADY. HE IS YOUR ROOMMATE AND GET USED TO HIS PRESENCE NOW. ALTHOUGH ITS JUST BEEN LIKE 2 HOURS OF YOUR MEETING.

I had my eyes locked with his but my eyes were silently scanning him through, in those 10 best seconds of my life so far. I was surly heated up a little, but god, HIS STOMACH WAS HUNGRY, SO WAS MINE!

FML.

“Ahem, Jungkook.” I awkwardly spoke.

“Aish.” Typical Korean boy; He gets up off me and fixes his grey t-shirt.

We didn’t speak for like, 5 minutes. We were just sat there, in a dark room with candles and silence.

“Excuse me.” he barely heard him as he quickly left the apartment.

I just laid down on the mattress and had a mild thought on how cute this boy was. He didn’t seem like Jimin at all assuming how they could even be friends at all. I lay on cold mattress contemplating on what had just happened. I turned on some music for distraction and soon after went to pee.

It was 12 am almost and as I got out of the washroom, I noticed a pizza box. As I went near, I saw a little letter kept underneath. I was blank for a moment. I opened the letter and read it,

 ~~~~“Hi. So, I’m sorry about everything. I never planned on getting things so awkward on meeting my roomie for the first time. I hope I didn’t freak you out too much TT TT. 

Since you are my roommate now, have my contact- 0xxx0x00x0. And remind me to give you the keys later :).

p.s. this is my little apology delivery. Please eat well and dress warm for the night, y/n. 

-𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴”~~~   

I clutched my heart and almost stabbed myself with those words in the heart.

CAN THIS MAN BE ANYMORE SEXY?! WELL, I MEAN NICE?! I was just worried for nothing. I was pretty sure he got uncomfortable too. This gesture of his made me feel all warm inside and things were no longer feeling strange from what happened earlier. I hope everything goes well.

“I wonder if he has eaten or not?” I say to myself as I stuff my mouth with the as delicious pizza as himself. Jesus Christ.

I read that letter about 15 times before saving his number in my phone. I kept the letter safe inside my diary and recalled the whole day in words. Soon after I went to sleep peacefully.

*buzzbuzzzbuzzbuzz*

MY FUCKING ALARM WAS BUZZING THE HECK OUT OF MY BRAIN.

-6am-

I saw the balcony glass door was ajar. I rubbed my eyes before focusing on what was going outside.

*SHOOK AF*

IT WAS HIM WORKING OUT.

“Oh mah gerd.” I screamed internally on seeing him wearing a vest, bandana and shorts and flexing those arms as he did the shoulder press exercise.

I went closer to see the proper image and only saw something inevitably hot. How his sweat was dripping down his neck to his chest and god had given me the chance of seeing his dark eyes being really charismatic. asdfghfjgkhlj. If this is what I was going to wake up to every morning, then I ain’t even complaining no more. 

I’M BLESSED.

Without making a sound, I moved away, not letting him know that I was lurking on him. I quickly freshened up and took a shower. I straight up went to the kitchen and thought of returning the favor, I guess. I made us both, toast, omelettes, some pancakes and orange juice. What a typical breakfast though.

“Woah, Y/N!” Jungkook exclaimed from behind me.

“You scared me!” I was trying to stay calm there.

He just giggles at the little table all full with food.

“Care to have some?” I offered him a seat which he gladly took.

“Yah, this is great!” his face had the sexiest look besides looking like a child in that moment.

“Thanks. And, thanks also for yesterday.” I told him.

“I think we’re good now?” He asked as he offered me a bite of his pancake. I just nodded and took the bite.

Y/N, THIS IS GOING SMOOTHHHH GIRL.

“Ah~ I’m so full. Thanks again, Y/N! I will go wash up now.” He says before walking towards the washroom. 

After a few seconds of him leaving, I widen my eyes in realization.

“OH FUCK NO.” 

JUNGKOOK’S POV-

This girl is really sweet! She made me breakfast. I think I will survive living with her. It doesn’t seem too bad. But I can’t let her know that I am actually uncomfortable and really intimidated by her presence. And I have major issues with her being a girl JFC. The letter really helped me when I utterly had words to say. No need to worry JK, let’s go and have a shower. Chill man.

OH MAN, HOLY SHIT.

As I entered the bathroom and was about to turn the water on, the sight I got greeted with was Y/N’s “woman stuff” and by that, I mean, serious woman stuff.

Please kill me.

Did I just see a fancy black lacy bra and its matching underwear, owned by my roommate of 12 hours?

Living with a girl was going to get a bit untamed.

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Thanks, y’all for reading. <3 xD PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT OR NAH. TX.

(Part 3: coming soon!)

#jungkook smut #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts scenarios #jungkook imagines