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coralinnii · 8 months

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❋ You said what now? ❋

↳ He accidentally found out your feelings

feat: Ruggie ⭑ Chenya ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Epel

genre: fluff (uhh for the most part), humour,

note: no pronouns used with the reader, no explicit spoilers for book 7 in Lilia’s section, reader is referred as human in Lilia’s section, reader is implied to be a first year in Epel’s section, bad cat-related wording in Chenya’s section

Fun fact: while not obvious in the English translation, if you listen to Chenya’s Japanese voice lines, he likes to say “nya” at the end of his sentences.

Will I keep that fact in mind anytime Chenya pops up? Absolutely.

Also, I just started my college classes again last week (which is why I didn’t post last week). All of my classes are dense with text and quizzes so…I need to study real hard which will most likely eat up my time for writing. Good ol’ inconsistent me~

Although, I’m taking History and we focus a bit on the age of nobility and old kingdoms…so maybe some inspiration for my villain/ess!au series (or maybe not cuz history is weirder than one thinks…)

How it happened

Perhaps a little sneaky, Ruggie is someone reliable, resourceful, and fun to be around. You started to fall for him and even that sneaky side of his became endearing to you.

But bigger, financial priorities occupy the hyena beastman’s mind more than anything else. Unless he can make a madol from it or get a freebie, his interest in anything else is seemingly non-existent. It was rather easy to keep your feelings to yourself when the topic of love rarely, if ever, comes up.

So it came to a surprise to you when the shaggy-haired sophomore mentioned his coworkers at a part-time job he picked up in town.

He started ranting about how a duo at his workplace started an unlikely relationship a few days ago. According to him, the two were from two different worlds and didn’t appear to be either of their types.

“Doesn’t make any sense if you ask me” he mumbled, scratching his fluffy head by the sudden revelation at his job.

You nodded and hummed as he recounted his workday with you, but in all honesty, you didn’t share his confusion over the so-called sudden pairing. By the way Ruggie described the couple, it does sound like their personalities wouldn’t mesh well and would theoretically clash too much for anything to bloom between them.

But attraction follows no simple formula. No one can stop themselves from falling for someone. You yourself were an example.

“Love is never predictable, Ruggie.” you commented without thinking, perhaps too distracted by the cute love story of Ruggie’s coworkers or it could be that you’re drowning in the warm feelings from being so close to your crush that your mouth is running too comfortably on its own. “I mean, I never thought you were my type but I still ended up-“

You shut your mouth before you could finish but looking at the wide-eyed expression on Ruggie’s face, the effort was moot.

“You still ended up?”

…Shoot.

What happens now?

Colour him shocked. Ruggie never entertained the idea that you would like him, out of all people.

He could’ve pretended not to figure it out, or convince himself that it was a misunderstanding. But he knew when he saw your flustered embarrassment and your cute stuttering trying to come up with an excuse, there was no misunderstanding. You like him.

Ruggie has a good amount of ego and he wouldn’t downplay his boyish good looks (odds are it got him out of a few close calls), but in a school of celebrities, royalty, and guys with money coming out the wazoo? He knows when he’s outmatched.

To be honest, his brain froze for a moment at your slip up. He clutched his heart which stuttered out of beat, his ears and tail stood in attention like a meerkat. Jack was worried watching his upperclassman in such a daze while folding laundry, heck it even got Leona raising a brow over the uncharacteristic clocked out look on his shorter dormmate.

But, Ruggie is a workaholic hyena. Always planning his way to work up the ladder to earn some good madol. Even if he likes the idea of making a family of his own, romance wasn’t in his peripheral vision at the moment. Not while he’s working multiple jobs at once. He would honestly feel a little bad because he knows he’ll end up ignoring any poor soul stuck with him.

As bad as it is, he might at first think to pretend he heard nothing about your feelings. He couldn’t bring himself to make you go through that, to be in a relationship where work takes precedence over you.

But then he thought it wouldn’t be so bad…snuggling up to you during one of his rare free time. Maybe you’re the type to surprise him with lunch and he could rest on your lap while you brush his hair. Would you maybe rub his sore muscles after an arduous club training session? Having boyfriend privileges means no one can complain when he slides up to your side, keeping your attention to himself without having to share…

Screw it, he’ll figure something out. He’s a greedy hyena through and through

Shyeheehee! Better be ready for what you’re asking for. Once I’ve set my eyes on something, I’m not lettin’ it get away!

How it happened

This man is a literal magic trick, appearing and disappearing to revel in the shock of his unsuspecting audience. As elusive as he is, the times he does show up brings a shock of joy and excitement to you.

It seems that the purple-haired student has made it a habit to join the Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties from time to time, enjoying the occasional chaos and keeping you company to your conflicted delight.

You didn’t know why but Chenya made it his mission to fluster you every chance he gets, with cheeky comments and sly touches as he leads you away from incoming mishaps such as a stray splash of paint or a flying slice of cake. You don’t know why but the cat-like menace has taken a shine to teasing you out of the blue. Sometimes he would suddenly whisper nonsensical riddles into your ear, or tap your shoulder to then poke your cheek as you turn. Small silly pranks that should annoy you but your body becomes filled with butterflies when he smiles that charming grin at you.

How maddening, you thought as you fell for another sneaky surprise from the impish beastman. Once again, Chenya appeared right behind you, smiling just over your shoulder which gave you and your friends a fright (for different reasons) to which he took pleasure in, judging from the mischievous grin on his lips.

Your shouting caught the attention of the other Heartslabyul students and recognizing the white jacket and castle emblem, their eyes boiled with competitive rage. An RSA student? On Night Raven territory?!

“Ah, looks like fun time is over. I’ll just show meowself out~” and like a mirage, Chenya’s figure disappeared as the NRC students failed to catch even a strand of his fur. Not even when he took a second longer to fade out just so he could teasingly tickle the tip of your nose with his fluffy striped tail.

The students kept on making a fuss, eager to teach the mischief maker a lesson for trespassing on rival territory. You sighed at the wasteful effort, assuming that Chenya would be smart enough to have left long ago.

“Why must my crush be such a frustrating person?” Angry hollers and Riddle’s commanding cease-and-desist orders overwhelmed your tired voice, and your soft words ended up softly carried off into the wind.

But your words caught the interest of a curious ear before it disappeared.

What happens now?

Curiouser and curiouser. He was not expecting such a confession. Though to be fair, he supposed you didn’t mean for anyone to hear it.

Chenya found joy being in your company. The shock in your bright eyes followed by your cute laugh sends a warm, giddy feeling in his heart that he just could not stop. He had a feeling he knew what these feelings could be but he was content with what he could get in the rare moments he can see you.

But now, when he realized what your cute reactions meant? That sends whole new exciting feelings within him. It’s fuzzy and warm as usual, but now also shocking and thrilling. The sneaky beastman is grinning for more than one reason now.

He won’t immediately confess back. Considering this wonderful predicament where you don’t know he knows of your affections, his playful nature compels him to milk the fun of this situation for all its worth.

If you thought his cheeky antics were bad enough, you haven’t seen his flirty side till now. Playful taps on the shoulders become sneaky grabs by the waist, and just when you think he’s gone, his signature grin would grace your vision as he fades into view, a little too close to your own face. Sometimes when he feels emboldened, Chenya would sweep you off your feet for a spontaneous walk along the sweet breeze.

When you’re finally at your wit’s end, when all his teasing and heart-fluttering gestures fills you to the point of combusting in flustered frustration, that’s when he’ll finally tell you his reciprocated feelings, perhaps while stealing a quick kiss when you least suspect it. All to see that terribly adorable look on your pretty face.

Every adventure requires a first step. I’m excited to see where we’ll go together from meow on~

How it happened

See, you thought he already knew. You swore he did. Why else would he tease you so much with his sweet compliments and flirty jokes? The mysterious senior spoke to you as though you were a naive child crushing on their older peer, which you supposed wasn’t entirely wrong.

The way he treated you with so much care and love that you wondered if he already suspected of your feelings and was being considerate to you. He listens to your rambles as though he has all the time in the world for you, compliments you on your achievements as though he’s genuinely proud of your hard work, and he jokes with you with that boyish charm of his. But the scarlet-eyed fae never pursued further with advances with you, which made you think that perhaps this was just who Lilia was, a strange but friendly man, unwilling to hurt your feelings. Were you grasping at straws and misconstruing his intentions?

With a heavy heart, you tried your best to give up your hopes but maintained a cordial bond with Lilia, not wanting to avoid the jovial fae so suddenly (well, without having to explain why anyways)

But one day, when you were walking with the smiling senior, he started talking about a souvenir shirt that Kalim had given him during their club meeting. It was a shirt patterned erratically with various colours and pictures of tiny bats littered about. It was an eccentric visual of fabric but it strangely fits the equally eccentric man.

“What are your thoughts? Would I not look absolutely adorable in this?” Lilia asked, holding the shirt in front in his uniform with a boyish smile, his fangs peeking out slightly. But you rolled your eyes as you sighed exasperated by this man’s antics.

“Don’t you think that’s unfair for you to ask me?” You looked at him with a pout, somewhat irritated at the mature fae you’re trying to get over. “Of course I’d said you would, considering how much I like you”

For a rare moment, Lilia turned wide-eyed at your words. “Pardon? Do you by chance… harbour feelings for me?”

Turns out, he didn’t know at all

What happens now?

Guess you can still surprise this old man. He had his suspicions but for all he knew that was how the youth were these days. He was fond of your shy expressions whenever he was around and he could hear the quickening of your heartbeat, but he didn’t want to assume. Perhaps you were just more on the skittish side.

In the centuries he lived, he saw love in many forms. In the recent centuries he lived, he got to experience some of those forms of love he’s seen, with the pain and joy that comes with it. To him, it couldn’t ask for more as he lives out the last few centuries he has left.

You however, were still vibrant like a freshly bloomed flower in its prime. Was that why he just couldn’t take his eyes off you? He couldn’t help but watch in admiration as you lived with almost enviable vigour. He felt pulled, entranced to be by your side for even just a moment, just to see that beautiful gleam of life (and love, he realized) in your eyes.

But Lilia felt a beat of guilt in his heart. Your life is so short in comparison to his own. You should be sharing your youth with someone as brilliant as yourself, not pining over an old soul like himself. Humans are fickle creatures but he supposed with such short lives, it’s best to be curious and experience all one can without regrets.

He would be honest with you, sharing his thoughts with you as though warning that your affections were better spent with someone that suited you better. It would be up to you to convince the stubborn fae that he was your choice, that you already decided he suited you just fine. All you’re asking from him is if he shared the same feelings as you did.

“I may have tried to get rid of my feelings before, but I’m choosing not to run away this time,” in your eyes, Lilia sees that same vibrant gleam that mesmerized him, almost breathing a new sense of life into him. “All I ask is if you feel the same way”

And he does. He’s lying to himself if he hasn't thought of a life with you where he could steal surprise kisses throughout the day, where he could bring you to soar through the night skies as he takes you to explore the world with him. He imagines a life of silliness but also a life of blissful content as he gazes at you like a beacon of light in his life, a new reason to live a bit longer.

Lilia feels ensnared by love once more, but the burning warmth in his soul is just too invigorating. He’s looking forward to this new chapter in his life, with you.

I do hope you’ve prepared yourself, my dear. Eternal love with a fae should not be taken lightly. But rest assured, I look forward to our new adventure

How it happened

You were Epel’s close friend and confidant, someone who he can share his achievements and woes with. Being so new to the college, the two of you depend on each other through thick or thin and along the way, you grew to see the lavender-haired freshman as more than just a companion.

He has a bit of a temper and is quick to the jump at times, but he was always there for you and even though he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with them at times, he respects his seniors and takes their lessons to heart.

When he talks about how much he dislikes his height or his feminine features, you nodded along for his sake but you couldn’t tell him that you were actually in disagreement. You adore his fluffy locks that you occasionally got to touch with his permission and his light blue eyes felt like calming waves of the purest lake. Epel constantly swore to you that he’ll have his growth spurt and will even tower Leona in height, but you like how you could hold him close to you without issue.

You love all that he is, even if he’s not too keen on some parts himself

But you kept this all to yourself. You thought Epel had other priorities on his mind and you were scared that confessing would ruin the friendship you’d built with him. For now, you were content to be by his side for however long you can.

You were dead tired during a particularly harsh Flying class with Coach Vargas and you were barely conscious enough to keep your eyes open. It took everything you had to just nod along to whatever Epel was saying, something about some Savanaclaw students?

“Who they think they are, callin’ me cute like that? I outta rip off their yapper for underestimatin’ me.” You weren’t helping his point when you thought how cute his accent was as he grumbled about his day. You were falling in and out of consciousness but thought you should at least reply back to your friend…anything at all…

“I’m sorry…that happened…even though…I think…you’re really cute…”

You were already out cold to notice your friend frozen in place as you finished your drowsy comment, your head landing on his stiff shoulders.

What happens now?

ALDFIUAHLBWAIGLH

Congratulations, you broke your friend and you don’t even remember it. When you woke up, you couldn’t figure out why Epel was as bright red as his hometown’s apples. Epel couldn’t even bring it up without getting too tongue-tied, his accent sputtering out incomprehensible words.

The blue-eyed freshman was raking his brain for an explanation. You thought he was cute…really cute to be precise, but what does that mean? Did you like him? As in like-like him? Is it normal for non-countryside folk to just say something like that? But most students around here tend to mean it like an insult but you weren’t like them, you would never do that to him. So what did you mean by it??

Left without a choice, Epel thought about who he could ask about this, maybe one of his seniors. But he immediately reconsidered when he realized who his seniors were (Vil and Rook will never let this go and there’s no way Leona would entertain this conversation) and turned to the only adult he can trust, his meemaw.

In his letter, he asked his grandma what it means when someone you cherish calls you cute (not mentioning who) and after a few days of fidgeting and awkward encounters with very confused you, he finally got an answer from her.

“STOP SITTIN’ ON YOUR KEISTER TWIDDLIN’ ‘ER THUMBS! GO AND ASK, DAGNABBIT!”

And that’s how you were confronted by a flustered Epel about your cute comment one random school day. To be fair, you probably didn’t fare any better when you realized you let your thoughts slip out.

You may have confessed your attraction to him but Epel can still be the first to make the first move. Relationships and dating are all new to the petite freshman and honestly he felt a little weak in the knees, all the nerves wracking his body like his first broom ride. But the past few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about being with you, sweeping you off your feet, impressing you the only way he can, to have your eyes solely on him like he does when you’re around. Heck, he thought what it’d be like to grow old with you, holding you like no one else can as you spend day and night by each other’s side. All these thoughts and more is what spur him to take the next step.

I ain’t too great on love and romance, but I’ll work hard to show ya how much ya mean to me. I promise that!

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becomingthatgirl111 · 4 months

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stop comparing yourself

i have been dealing with this for years. somehow i think we are programmed to think that the other person is better than us, in whatever aspect and we end up putting ourselves down and this is due to lack of self-esteem.

the reality is that it's all about perspective. you may think that the other person is much smarter, prettier or whatever better than you, but that person may have a totally different perspective of themselves and see those qualities that you admire in them in others. that's why it's an absurd reason to compare yourself to other people.

another reason why we should stop doing it is because it doesn't help us to improve ourselves because as i have already mentioned it makes us feel inferior to others and if we want to be our best version we have to stop doing it and focus on ourselves.

it is not worth comparing yourself with other people because everyone lives their own life and you don't know what that person has gone through to get to the point where they are now and you are also capable of achieving it. the only thing that prevents you from doing it is yourself and your negative thoughts about yourself.

negative thoughts can be changed by identifying them and not paying attention to them. at the beginning, it seems a complicated task but when your ideas have started to change and you have another mentality it is easier to do it. every time you compare yourself to yourself use the affirmation "i accept and approve of myself" say this repeatedly in your head until those thoughts go away. try it.

it is also important to recognize since when you compare yourself and why you do it. maybe it was a behavior you learned as a child, your parents or someone made you do it, maybe you tend to be very perfectionist with yourself. but all this comes from a lack of love in ourselves and when we identify it, it will be much easier to start the healing process.

it doesn't matter how other people are, if it helps you, take them as inspiration but the important thing here is to focus on yourself.

so my tips would be:

recognize when you feel this way and why.

write down how you would like to feel about this situation, if necessary also write down how it makes you feel every time you compare yourself to someone else and what you think about yourself at these moments.

every time you have a negative thought about yourself repeat the affirmation "i accept and approve of myself".

do activities that make you feel good and help you connect with the best version of yourself.

read, listen to podcasts, watch videos about personal growth. do research, don't just stick to the basics.

put into practice little by little what you are learning from all this new content that your mind is absorbing.

talk to yourself beautifully in front of the mirror, it can be that same affirmation or meditate in front of the mirror with a video of positive affirmations.

stop paying so much attention to other people's lives and focus on your own.

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cheeseceli · 16 days

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When you're rejected by your crush

Pairing: BTS ot7 × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons, just a bit of angst because you were rejected

Request: Hello! Can you please write headcanons for BTS (they have a crush on the reader) reacting to the reader being sad after finding out that her crush (a coworker or a friend) is in a relationship with someone else?

Warnings: none?

A/n: this was inspired by the "secret crush" series by @7ndipity a bit. If you do not allow this, please let me know and I'll delete this post right away!

Jin

Your friend

That's all Jin wants to be for you right now

Of course, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel at least an ounce of hope when you said that your friend, your crush, was now dating someone else

But at the same time, he'd hate to show interest in you when you're so vulnerable

So he settles in being only what you need right now: a shoulder to cry on

I believe he'd be the one to wait the longest to tell you how he feels, scared you're not on the same page just yet

Suga

His mind is a mess right now

Nothing breaks him more than seeing your eyes without its usual shine

But he had been praying for the day where you fall out of love with your co-worker

So he really doesn't know how to react right now

He chooses to listen to you talk about how you found out everything and about how you're feeling

Will try to forget his feelings and focus on being the best friend you could ask for now

But as soon as you feel better and your feelings for your past crush start to fade, he might try to make subtle moves on you, scared someone else could catch your attention again

J-hope

I see this going on a slightly different way

He found out about your crush's relationship before you

He just knew you'd be heartbroken

So he tries to let you down gently, saying that maybe the guy wasn't this big of a deal

But when the time comes and you're inevitably sad after finding out, he tries to comfort you as much as possible

Is very hesitant on being flirty right now though

Besides being sad, he'd hate for you to be confused because of him

Namjoon

Honestly, for a second he even forgot he liked you

His mind went blank the moment you texted him about how you were in need of comfort right now

Will fulfill his role as your friend and, before you even notice, you were already laughing through your tears at something he said

Just later that day that he realises what this can mean for your relationship

He finally had a chance now!

Waits for a while though, planning exactly what he wants to do

Jimin

He feels so bloody guilty and selfish right now

Because he's your friend! And you're sad right now!

He should be only focusing on how to make you happy again

But knowing that this means you'll have to eventually move on from your current crush just gives him so much hope

Obviously, he will try to hype you up

But as soon as he can, he will try to make you see him in a different light

Taehyung

Relief floods over him the moment you tell him the news

He was so scared of what could've happened if your crush were to reciprocate your feelings

He had to hold back his smile

Hangs out with you immediately to try to make you forget things for a while

Is already making a plan on how to confess

But for now he's focused on making you feel better

Even thanks your crush with literally no context at all

Jungkook

Deadass smiled when you told him about the situation 💀

Don't get him wrong, he's not happy because you're hurt!

He's happy because he might have a chance now

But he at least was able to hide (part of) his happiness in front of you lmao

And now he's 100% dedicated to make you smile again

He wasn't even that cool, you could find someone better than him anyways

Either way, he makes it his personal mission to distract you from that other guy and make you realise that maybe you're better off without him

And if he ends up being extra boyfriend material throughout it, it was purely a coincidence

Masterlist | you'll probably like: secret crush (by the author I mentioned in the a/n)

Thank you for reading <3

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans

Credits for images 1 , 2 and 3

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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jaiden-zhou · 6 months

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(2) casual iso <3

contents: headcanons, reader is a uniqlo employee for plot purposes, self indulgent

part 2,, i couldnt help myself alright? its a little rushed but i just needed to get this out

this part is inspired, actually this whole casual iso thing is inspired by @angelltheninth 's pining! iso post

its actually really funny how i love pretty much all their posts and writing for at least six months and now just started following them thats how often i see their content in my feed i just never hit the follow button im sorry

part 1, part 3

iso who starts giving you a discount on your drinks, just as long as you give him your employee discounts in uniqlo and the exclusive early news on unreleased lines and collabs

iso who talks to you like everyday now haha

iso who then starts to pine for you, hard

iso who most to all of the time has his eyes on you not just when you speak, he actually almost tripped on a curb because he was so focused on you

iso who low-key craves your attention, after the first time you hugged him after he accompanied you home, he's started wishing he could hug you for long periods of time

iso who gets teased by yoru and phoenix for crushing on you, he's already embarrassed enough with the realization he likes you

iso who gets flustered with every physical interaction you two have, hugs? freezes up a bit before wrapping his arms lightly around you (poor baby's a little awkward), tugging his hand along? cheeks dusted pink, the occasional brush against his fingers? ears a little red <3

iso who started carrying bluetooth earbuds when he's out with you instead of headphones, it gets him to focus on you more, and maybe.. you two can listen to music together.. with his earbuds

iso who insists on giving you his jacket (the one that you found for him cough cough) when he sees you tense and shiver in the cold, he can handle it so just take the coat, man's not taking no for an answer

iso who out of habit, sub-consciously leans more towards you to hear your voice better, sometimes he stops himself and gets a little embarrassed with how close he is to you

iso who at any location, on the bus or train, at the movies, at any point if you're falling asleep, he's going to tilt your head towards his shoulder. it's fine you're too much into sleep to see his faint blush and endearing eyes on you

iso who sometimes pays for your food, you've had a rough day at work? snacks on him, some customer got on your nerves? he's got you a drink to cool you off <3

iso blushes a lot when you thank him, sometimes it's that same earnest smile you gave when you got him that jacket, sometimes it's a tired relieved smile with a small quiet thanks and your eyes are looking at him so sweetly and a little dazed from fatigue it makes his breath hitch and heart race a bit. "always.." he murmurs

iso who starts getting a little jealous when he's around you yet your attention is mainly on someone else, it gets a little much for him

iso who is a little noticeably annoyed when he sees you doubling over in laughter from gekko's stories, you two seem to be having a lot of fun

iso who doesn't know how to deal with how he's feeling, so whether he realizes it or not, he starts creating a bit of distance

iso takes his leave silently, going to the tea shop to work even on his day off to get his mind off of his envy

iso who left his phone on do-not-disturb full silence and in a locker so he doesn't look at it, meaning he doesn't see the worried texts and numerous calls to him from you asking if he's okay and where he went off to without telling you

iso who on his break in the back still without his phone and doesn't take mind of the bell that rings whenever the door opens and he just thinks it's another customer

iso who is surprised when it's you showing up through the door in a bit of disarray, heavy breaths, and chest heaving from exhaustion

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"granny!" you barge through the door in labored pants. "granny, have you seen where zhao yu is? he hasn't picked up at all."

the elderly woman's mood is quite calm, maybe too much for your worry.

"oh yes, he's here, zhao yuuu! come out!" she beckons iso before he steps out curiously, eyes wide when they meet your own.

"what's goin' on-"

"where have you been?!" you cut him off in an approaching fury. "i've been texting and calling for hours, why didn't you tell me you left? why didn't you tell me where?"

he senses you're upset with him, pissed beyond what he's seen from you. and he panics.

"i.. granny called me in to ask me to work-"

"bullshit, yu." ah, you caught him. "if that was the case you would've at least told me, why?"

iso's hesitant, and his eyes show it the most when they lock contact with your hardened gaze before it softens into a vulnerable, pleading one.

"please.. don't lie to me." and his resolve breaks when he hears the pain and desperation in your voice. iso's head hangs low and his eyes are now everywhere else but your own. "you made me really worried."

"i know, i know." he admits quietly and he can't help but lean close to rest his forehead on your shoulder. "i'm sorry.."

he's so quiet about it, ashamed about how immaturely he handled it and causing you stress, akin to somewhat like a kicked puppy.

"i'm sorry i tried lying to you," he starts off again, your hand swinging over his shoulder and the other at the back of his head to bring him in an embrace. he spills, voice is a little muffled against your shoulder. "i'm sorry i left without telling you, worrying you and having you run to find me. i'm sorry for not picking up or responding at all, that was childish of me.."

"but why?" you begged for a reason, he's closer to you than ever, torso flushed to yours and your grip firm, it makes him feel like he's melting as he indulges himself more into your arms. still hesitant.

"i'm.. sorry, i was.." he pauses, his face heating up with having to admit this to you of all people. "i didn't like.. i.."

gosh he'll never hear the end of this from yoru and phoenix.

"i was jealous" he whispered so quietly, if he was any farther than now you wouldn't have been able to catch it and honestly, he was hoping you didn't.

"oh, yu.." his heart soars at your soft voice. you pull away with a light giggle, just enough to see him, his face flushed with a slight pout.

you lightly brush his fringe apart, caressing his face and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead in a silent confession. iso's eyes are squeezed shut, red in the cheeks as his stomach does flips before giving into his desires and burying his head into the juncture of your neck to hide away from embarrassment. <3

#iso x reader #iso fluff #iso valorant #valorant iso #valorant #valorant protocol #valorant x reader #i want me a man like iso pls god have mercy #zhou’s daydreams

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munson-blurbs · 2 years

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I see you are taking requests. I love Eddie munson x reader angst. So maybe one where Eddie's band is doing well and he goes on a small tour and he attracts the unwanted attention of a stalker. She is so obsessed with him she moves to Hawkins and that is when she finds out that he has a fiance (the reader). The stalker than becomes obsessed with making the readers life a living hell. Death threats and all that bad stuff. Until the stalker hurts her one day. Make it as angsty as you want. If you can't do it, then please just ignore. Only if you are comfortable with it. Thanks 😊

Warnings: stalking, lots of violence, blood, knives, language, allusions to sex

WC: 3.7k

A/N: This is by far the creepiest thing I've ever written. Please let me know what you think. Your feedback really keeps me motivated.

"Oh, Eddie," Gareth says in a sing-song voice, peering out at their growing audience from behind the stage, "guess who's he-ere!"

"Oh, God," Eddie mutters as he tunes his guitar.

Puzzled, you look from him to Gareth for an answer, but when no one offers one, you ask, "Who's here?"

"Sorry to break it to you, Y/N," Jeff's voice is teasing, dripping sarcasm, "but Eddie's got himself a secret girlfriend."

"Eddie Munson!" you joke, feigning anger. "And here I am, trying to plan our wedding while you're collecting groupies on tour."

Your fiancé smiles at you wickedly. "Figured we could have a threesome or somethin.'" You give him a playful shove as he leans in to kiss your cheek. "Nah, babe. She's just a fan. Harmless."

"Just a fan?" Gareth sputters, throwing his head back with laughter. "Dude, she basically stalks you after each gig, trying to buy you drinks. One time, we found her waiting outside next to Eddie's van. I don't even know how she knew which one it was."

Worry rises inside of you. "Eds, be careful. Some of these girls can get a little unhinged."

Eddie's noticeably less concerned. "Don't worry. I'm gonna bring you out on stage tonight and introduce everyone to my beautiful almost-wife." He slings an arm around your waist. "Hopefully she'll get the hint."

Watching Eddie perform was an ethereal experience. Sure, you'd heard him rehearsing in the apartment you shared, but seeing him on stage was something else. He just exuded passion for music and connected with his audience. Maybe he connected with them a little too much, considering the situation with that girl, but she was far from your mind as you watched his fingers glide across his guitar. Eddie was born for this.

Corroded Coffin was in the middle of a six-week tour of different venues across Indiana. You weren't able to go to all of them without missing work, but when shows were close enough to home, you made the effort to be there.

They were wrapping up their set, with just the encore left, when Eddie spoke into the mic. "Thank you all for being here with us tonight. We hope we were able to rock your fuckin' worlds!" He's met with a chorus of cheers, widening the grin on his face. "I wanna introduce you all to someone incredibly special to me, who inspires all of the love songs I write." He waves you over and you bound across the stage into his open arms, beaming.

"This is my beautiful fiancée, Y/N. And see this?" He takes your hand and turns it so your diamond ring faces the audience. "Because of fans like you coming to see us, I was able to put this rock on her finger!" He plants a kiss on your lips with an exaggerated mwah! as the audience awws. It's hard to see individual faces, but everyone seems to be smiling. Everyone except for one woman.

She's in the front row, arms crossed over her body. She's in a tight red dress that lands just under her thighs. Her long blonde hair frames her scowling face and she's biting her lower lip as though she's trying to hold back tears.

That must be her, you think. That must be Eddie's "girlfriend." But you can't focus on her for too long, because Eddie grabs a chair for you to sit on while the band plays their encore. You're too enamored with Eddie and his performance to notice the pair of eyes that bore a hole in your head.

After the concert, you join the boys in their hotel room for pizza and snacks.

"You guys killed it!" you say as you take a cheesy slice. "The perfect combo of originals and covers. You had them in the palms of your hands!"

Jeff nods, his mouth full. "Thanks! Had a good crowd tonight, too."

"Hey, Y/N," Gareth teases, "didja see Eddie's girlfriend?" Eddie smacks the back of his head.

You laugh. "The blonde who looked like she wanted to murder me?"

"That's the one!"

Eddie puts his arm around you, sending tingles through your body. "Well, let's see if she shows up to our gig tomorrow. See if my good luck charm did the trick."

"Or, you know," you look up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "we could always try for that threesome."

You drive home the next morning after staying with Eddie. He normally shared the room with the rest of the band, but he'd rented an extra room so you two could...catch up. You didn't want to leave, but you also need to get to work. You spent the morning nestled into his arms while he kissed all over your face until the bedside clock warned that you had to go.

"Let me know if she shows up and you need me to kick her ass," you whisper into his lips as you say good-bye.

"Calm down, Muhammad Ali," Eddie kisses you against your car, cupping your cheek as he presses his plump lips to yours. "I'll be fine."

You reminisce about last night with your beautiful, wonderful fiancé until you arrive at work. You're so focused on the thought of him running his fingers over your body like his strums his guitar to notice the green sedan that's been following you since you left the hotel.

It's dark out by the time you leave work. You make your way to your car and unlock the driver's side door when you spot a piece of paper tucked under your windshield wipers. It's ripped carelessly from a spiral-bound notebook. You unfold it and gasp. Written on it in black ink are two words:

Die, Bitch

This has to be some kind of joke. Someone messing with you. Who would be unhinged enough to seriously threaten your life?

And then you remember. The girl at Eddie's show.

Your blood runs cold. The clock reads 9:07 PM, which means Corroded Coffin is on right now. You can't even call him.

"Fuck!" you yell to no one in particular. You look around and don't see anyone. Okay, you can do this. You just have to get home, lock yourself in your apartment, and wait until 10:30 when their set usually ends. Yeah, you'll just call the venue and ask to speak to Eddie, and he'll come right home. Perfect.

You turn on the car and take deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. You've only gone down the road before the low tire pressure light illuminates your dashboard. This always happens in the fall when the weather gets cooler, and you make a mental note to fill up your tires tomorrow.

A few blocks later, you hear a clunk coming from the front of your car.

"Oh, come on!" you groan, slamming your fists onto the steering wheel. You pull over and get out of your car to inspect your tires. Sure enough, the front right tire is completely flat. That never happens; you can at least make it back from work and to the gas station before they run out of air. But then you notice that the front left tire is dangerously low, too. And so are the the two back ones.

Did she...did she slash your tires?

You run the last mile home faster than you've ever run before, hair flying behind you. The night is chilly, but you're drenched in sweat from the sprint and the fear coursing through your blood. Blisters form on your feet but you push through the pain.

The lights coming from your apartment building have never looked so beautiful. It's a place where the plumbing backed up and the elevators were out of service more than they worked, but right now, it's the best thing you've ever seen. You dash up the stairwell, grateful that your place is only on the second floor. Your weary legs are nearly collapse under you as you turn your key in the lock.

"Hi, neighbor."

You spin around and see her, leaned up against the door of the apartment across from yours. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she's traded her dress for an inconspicuous sweater and pair of jeans, but it's definitely her. A sinister smile creeps across her face.

"Did you see the gift I left you?" she asks, walking toward you. "Or did it fall flat?" She cackles at her joke while you stay frozen, both fight and flight failing you.

"W-why are you doing this to me?" you finally manage. "What did I do to you?"

She narrows her brown eyes. "I show up to Eddie's shows. Every. Single. One." she spits venomously. "And you show up last night, act like you're fucking gracing us with your presence, showing off a ring that shouldn't even belong to you.

"Do you know what Eddie needs? Who he needs? He needs someone who supports him all the time, not just when it's convenient for her. He's gonna be famous one day, and when he realizes how many girls would do anything for him, he'll leave you in the dust where you belong," she sneers.

"Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of patience," she says calmly as she reaches into her pants pocket, pulling out a small pocketknife. "So here's what's gonna happen. You're going to end things with Eddie, or I'll slice your throat open and go back home like nothing ever happened." She gestures across the hall.

"You...live here?" you ask incredulously.

"Just moved in," she announces proudly, "but I've been keeping an eye on this building for vacancies since I first saw Corroded Coffin play. Y'know, Eddie shouldn't have his address listed in the WhitePages now that they're really taking off." She says this like she's helping, like she isn't threatening your life.

"Eddie's playing a gig right now," you say, though you're almost positive that she already knows this, "but he calls me every night after his show. I-I'll do it then."

She offers that evil smile again. "Perfect. Gives us time to rehearse what you'll say. And if you go off-script..." she presses the blade to your neck and cackles. "Now, open the door."

The phone rings at 10:40, and you snatch it from the receiver with breathtaking speed.

"H-Hello?" You feel the knife against your throat as she leans into hear what Eddie's saying to you.

"Hey, babe! Guess what?" You feel his excited energy through the phone and hope he can pick up on your terror. "She didn't show up. Looks like our plan worked!"

"T-that's great, Eds," you choke out, wincing as she overhears the conversation. She tilts your chin so that your eyes meet hers, and you watch her mouth, Say it. "But I'm breaking up with you."

"Haha, very funny," he says, and your heart sinks as you realize he's completely oblivious.

"No, I'm serious. You deserve better than me. And," you swallow thickly, "and I've been cheating on you."

There's silence on the other end of the line. You think he might've hung up until he exhales loudly and asks, "With who?"

"Doesn't matter," you repeat the lines she's fed you. "There's been more than one guy."

"Why are you telling me this now, Y/N?" His voice warbles, and your heart breaks knowing you're making him cry.

"I'm sorry," you respond, feeling tears well up in your own eyes, "but I don't love you anymore." And you hang up and burst into tears.

"There, there," she runs a cold hand through your hair, fingers catching on the knots that formed throughout the day. She tears through them, sending jolts of pain into your scalp. "You did the right thing, Y/N."

"Please, just leave me alone," you choke out. "I did what you asked."

She shakes her head. "You're not dumb, so I don't know why you're acting like you are." She grabs your elbow with her free hand and stands you up. "Go and pack your things. All your things. You're leaving tonight." You hesitate for a second and she raises the blade to your neck again. "I said GO!"

You shuffle into the room, still sobbing. You fling open a suitcase and start shoving clothes in haphazardly. She's next to you the whole time, watching your every move. After 30 minutes, you've packed as many belongings as you can into various pieces of luggage and piled them at the entryway.

"Now, one last thing," she says in an eerily soft voice. She takes your left hand, plucks off your engagement ring, and slides it on her own finger. She holds up her hand as the diamond catches the light. "Fits like a glove. Like it was meant to be."

You're about to throw up when there's a knock at the door. It can't be Eddie; his show was two hours from here.

"Who the fuck is that?" she hisses. She ticks the blade upwards and you feel the skin break slightly.

"I-I don't know," you answer truthfully. "I'll answer it and tell them to leave, okay?"

"Don't try anything, or that cut will be a lot deeper," she threatens.

You open the door slowly, just a crack, and see Jim Hopper standing in front of you.

"Y/N, Eddie just called me, said to get over here. Said something's wrong," he whispers. You see his eyes meet the trickle of blood creeping down your neck.

Help me, you mouth, and then quickly say, "I'm not interested in supporting the Hawkins PD." You close the door and pray that he got the message.

"Open this door!" he bellows. “Open the door, or I’ll break it down!”

The girl grabs your hair tight in her fist. “Did you call the police, you bitch?” Saliva gathers at the corners of her lips.

“N-no,” you cry, “Eddie must’ve called them after I hung up. I swear.”

She turns her attention back to the door to address the chief of police, never easing her grip on your locks. “You break down this door and you’ll find her in a pool of her own blood!”

You vaguely hear Hopper calling for backup through the pounding in your ears. I’m going to die, you think. I’m going to die right here in my home, where Eddie and I were supposed to start a family. She’s going to take it all away from me.

“It really is a shame it had to come to this,” she mumbles. “I’d hoped Eddie would see me at his shows and make me his. I dressed so he’d notice me, and apparently, he did.” She pauses for a moment, contemplating. “I bet it was you who told him to watch out for me. Because you know I’m a threat. You know I could steal him from you, and that terrifies you, doesn’t it?” She’s proud of herself, feeding her own ego.

You’re unsure whether it’s better to agree or argue, and you ultimately decide to say nothing. There isn’t anything that can help you now.

Another heavy knock on the door startles you from your thoughts. “Hawkins PD! Release the hostage, or we’re calling in the crisis team.” It’s not Hopper, but a different male officer, though you’re sure he’s still there.

She’s laughing now, and you only see pure malice in her eyes. “Fuck off,” she says, too quietly for them to hear. It’s meant for you.

The cop calls out twice more, and you hear him say something to the chief, though you can’t make out what it is.

“If you let her go, we can just take you down to the station. We don’t have to get anyone else involved,” Hopper tells her. “We don’t have to make this bigger than it needs to be.”

The girl bites down hard on her lower lip, drawing blood. “You see what you do? You couldn’t just leave Eddie alone, could you? This all could have been avoided if you weren’t so selfish.” Her hand still in your hair, she drags you over to the bedroom. Strands tear from your scalp. “There. Much quieter in here.”

She throws you on the floor, where you land with a smack. Your head hits the bed frame before you can get your hands out in front of you, and you yelp. A curtain of red falls over your left eye.

“Clumsy bitch,” she grumbles, pacing in front of the door.

She has to get tired eventually, you think. Just gotta wait it out.

She’s babbling on about her future with Eddie, what their wedding will look like, how adorable their children will be. That and the lightheadedness from losing blood is enough to make you sick. You feel the bile rising in your throat, but it stops when you spot something shiny underneath the bed.

Eddie’s handcuffs.

He used to just wear them as an accessory, but they’d been put to...other uses since you two had gotten together. They must’ve gotten kicked under the bed after you’d last used them.

A plan formulates in your head, though it’s hard to straighten your racing thoughts.

Wait until she’s sleeping...cuff her...run like hell.

You repeat the steps silently memorizing them as you did the lines to break up with Eddie.

Your clock shows that it’s just past midnight when you hear his voice.

“Y/N! Where is she?” he shouts at the officers, though you can’t make out their responses.

“Let her go!” he screams, fists hammering the door. “Just let her go!”

You’re trembling, desperate to be out of this room, to be held in his arms, to be away from the crazy woman who’s hell-bent on destroying you.

“Aw, your knight in shining armor showed up,” she taunts you now. “Wonder what he’ll think of my new ring. Think he’ll like it?” When you say nothing, she takes a sneakered foot and kicks you in the stomach. You curl up, shielding yourself from another blow. “I said, do you think he’ll like it.”

“Y-yes,” you say between clenched teeth. “I think he’ll love it.” You crane your neck slightly so you’re looking right at her. “What are you gonna do to me once you get him?” you ask softly, afraid for her answer.

“I’m gonna kill you,” she replies simply, as though it’s an ordinary response. “I’m gonna kill you and make him watch. Show him what happens when he makes the wrong choice, so he doesn’t do it again.” She flicks her knife and you shudder, but you don’t miss the yawn that escapes her mouth.

Keep her talking, you think hazily, but don’t talk too much. Don’t give yourself away.

“What made you go for Eddie?” you ask. “Why him?”

“We’re soulmates. I just...feel it.” Her eyes dance as she talks about him, the way he shows off for her on stage, the songs he writes that she knows have to be about her. She goes on and on, and the only thought keeping your stomach from souring completely is that she’s wearing herself out.

Hours pass, and the sun is starting to rise before her eyelids flutter as she lays against the bedroom door. The pinkish streaks streams through the blinds and you know it’s only a matter of moments before the bright light wakes her fully. You listen to her soft snores as you slowly reach for the cuffs, allowing yourself a tiny smile, a small moment of joy, as you grasp the metal between your weak fingers.

You snap one around her left wrist. You have to work fast but gently, strategically, to get the other around the doorknob. It won’t hold her back for long, but hopefully just long enough that you can get to safety.

As the second cuff clicks closed, her eyes snap open. “W-wha--” she starts, and you yank the door open and fly through the living room.

"I’m here I’m here it’s me!” you cry out, flinging yourself into the first person you see. That person happens to be Chief Hopper, who brings his gun down to his side to envelop you in his arms. You feel him breathe a sigh of relief, tension leaving his body.

“We’ve got you,” he murmurs. Someone throws a blanket over your shoulders and guides you towards an EMT. A swarm of uniformed officers, maybe a SWAT team, rushes into the apartment to arrest your assailant.

“Oh my god,” you hear Eddie breathe, making his way through the crowd of people until he reaches you. “Baby, I am so sorry.”

“‘S not your fault,” you sob into his chest, crumbling to the ground and taking him with you.

“Yes, it is,” he’s crying now, too, “I paraded you out on stage, showed you off, instead of just going to the cops in the first place.” He takes your hands in his, a puzzled look crossing his face when he can’t feel your ring.

“She took it,” you tell him numbly. “She’s wearing it right now.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” he promises, but you shake your head.

“Don’t care about that,” you heave, trying to catch your breath but finding it impossible. And then the world goes black.

You wake up in a hospital bed, machines whirring and beeping around you. You stir and almost immediately feel a hand on your arm.

“Y/N? You awake?” Eddie’s voice floats past you, music to your ears. You smile as a headache pulses through your temples. You touch your forehead gingerly to find a bandage covering the wound you acquired last night.

“I’m awake, Eds,” you croak.

“Oh, thank god,” he leans in to kiss you, laying a hand on your stomach, but he pulls back as soon as he notices your grimace.

“She...she kicked me there,” you explain, and his face falls.

“Fuck,” he whispers. His voice shakes and his hands tremble.

“Where is she?” Dread flows through you as you realize she could’ve escaped, could still be out there, waiting for you.

“Locked up, no bail,” his doe eyes meet yours. “She won’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore,” he promises.

Your tears are those of joy, and he holds you close, letting you cry. You’re staining his shirt but neither of you care.

“It’s over, sweetheart,” he promises. “You’re safe.”

Safe.

A word, a feeling, a state of being you’ll never take for granted again.

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How to get rid of this writer's block NOW!

oh, yes, you read it right! you're getting rid of your annoying writer's block like right now with these tips. ready? let's get started.

stop. being. a. perfectionist (please)

i knowww, i know. you love to do everything right and make sure it's the best you can do. trust me, i feel you. however, being a perfectionist can stop you from writing because you're always looking at everything you've wrote so far and rewriting it over and over again (oh gosh, this feels so so familiar to me...)

so, rach, how can i stop being a perfectionist? you ask me. well... let me do a quick research:

focus on maximizing the impact of your effort so you can concentrate on what’s important. similarly, learn to calibrate your standards. - from Harvard Business Review

now that we know how to stop trying to make everything perfect, it's time to:

get rid of distractions

imagine this: you open your laptop to write a chapter of your novel but, just before you do so, you open youtube to play your favorite song (but watch three recommended videos first), then open tumblr to check the notifications and, when you look at the clock, it's time to do something else. what did you write? exactly, noting! (i'm not judging you, this has happened to me countless times)

if you get distracted by your laptop, get a distraction blocker; if you get distracted by your tv, turn it off and put the controller away from you; if you get distracted by your surroundings, try to find a peaceful place where you can be free from distractions.

read

suddenly you feel like everything you write sucks. yeah, i've been there. the best you can do is to pick up a book you love and read it. touch its pages, smell it (i swear it is not as crazy as it might sound). imagine that your book will be someone's favorite book, and they will love the smell of it, too.

manage your time

you never, ever, have time to write, right? maybe it's because you don't plan your writing sessions ahead.

try doing this: when planning your week or month, include a few minutes every day on your schedule just to write (ten minutes will always be better than zero).

maybe you don't stick to your plan... try timeblocking! it's life changing, i swear. when you look at your calendar you see how organized your life / routine is, so hopefully you'll feel less anxious. you got everything under control, so there's still time to write.

advice

to finish the post, i want to tell you this: PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING! it's okay, you'll eventually feel inspired to get back on track. in the meantime, lay back and relax. practice meditation, listen to yoour thoughts, and breathe. you got this!

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Hi! I’m the one who requested dread creeps around the corner. AND MAN DID YOU DELIVER I WAS SPEECHLESS DUDE ADJKKJHGGGGGGHH. It perfectly captured what I was thinking thank you!!!! Honestly just the way you write Gojo being an ass but only cause he’s emotionally constipated and Geto balancing him out but also being a little sly in his advances and Shoko just bring the queen she is??? Mwuh chefs kiss. I have grown to love angst over the years but I still love my favorite of hurt/comfort. OHH MY GOD IDEAAAA!!! What if reader and Gojo get assigned to a mission (their first one together) and Gojo is forced to just be his asshole self without Geto or Shoko to reel him in and kinda just makes reader doubt their abilities and feel down the entire time unconsciously and doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong and how to fix it when reader starts to withdraw from him and talks less. But that’s until they actually end up meeting the curse and Gojo is somehow caught off guard but is saved by readers cursed technique just in time and they end up syncing in the fight so well and he is just in awe and gains more respect for them (aside from their ability to keep fighting no matter what). And so they get home with Geto and Shoko anxiously waiting for them cause they know how Gojo is but are so surprised to see Gojo making dumb jokes and you actually laughing at them as you guys walk back. Sorry if my requests are too specific. I want them to be more inspirational then anything else so you have leeway to write whatever you feel fits and just wanna share my thoughts. No pressure to actually write any of this ofc!!

the way i loved this. but with infinity, gojo’s definitely not getting injured. i changed it up a little.

first gojo-centric fic, congrats to me!

can’t see you through my ego (gojo x reader, mention of geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: gojo is an ass and i hate and love him, i will step on any gojo hate train

“I think you need more experience with danger, (last name).”

Yaga sighs, massaging his temple as he looks up at you.

“You want to get stronger, right?”

So here you were, staff strapped to your back as Gojo held onto a small duffel bag. Skipping along as he hummed a popular idol’s song, as you trailed hesitantly behind him, hands nervously squeezing the strap holding your weapon.

“Who knows? Maybe Gojo will finally learn something.”

“And it was like,” He spreads his lanky arms out, your duffel bag hanging off one of them. “Thiissss long! But it was so ugly!” He was laughing as he described the apparent strength of a Grade 2 curse he fought.

“Of course, it was never any match for me!” His chest puffed out as he continued to walk backwards, sunglasses beginning to slide off his nose as he looked down at you with a bright grin.

You giggled politely, happy to distract yourself from the nervousness of having your first mission with ‘the chosen one’.

(It helps that he was always so cheerfully silly.)

“Mhm, you are very strong, Gojo-san.”

A small blush was dusted across his cheeks as he heard your laughter, quickly turning his back on you to hide his face.

Suguru told him that compliments can put you in someone’s good graces.

“You know,” He began, sunglasses clad eyes turning briefly to you before they looked away. “Don’t you think your little shields are like my infinity? Just less effective, I guess. Since you’re so weak and all.”

You still.

…oh. He’s not wrong. You aren’t very strong compared to him.

“I-I guess you’re right, Gojo-san.” You didn’t expect to have your technique ridiculed today. It wasn’t flashy like his or Geto’s but it was good enough.

Good enough for you to be Grade 3 sorcerer anyway.

(Having 2 special grade sorcerers in your class, and 1 having a special focus exclusively on reverse cursed techniques didn’t help your insecurities.)

“I suppose you would be fine even if Yaga sent you alone on this mission, huh?” You didn’t even know your insecurities were starting to be vocalised.

You don’t blame him. You really doubt in your abilities as a sorcerer compared to him and Geto.

Gojo takes barely even a moment to respond. You were complimenting him back, right?

“Of course! I’m one of the strongest, after all!” He was proud and happy, his pride swelling in his chest as he said that out loud with confidence, with ego. It felt nice to have you find him to be soooo dependable.

Embarrassment rolls over you like a large tidal wave, smashing into you violently, the pressure crushing you under its weight.

You don’t really get why you even agreed to come anymore. You should’ve just stayed home and wallowed even more in your shame.

Gojo continues to talk, anticipating your replies. It… Seems that they were getting shorter and more brief?

(“Mhm.” “I see.” “That’s nice, Gojo-san.”)

Did he say something wrong?

——

The Grade 1 curse had been a pain in the ass. With a technique that was based off of wind, it was blowing everything to smithereens.

The unconscious civilians it had taken hostage weren’t a factor Gojo had considered either.

The curse screams, it’s breath sending the bodies of its victims hurled into the air, the strong gusts threatening to form a tornado to rip them limb from limb to digest them bit by bit.

They need saving. Time slows, his eyes counting the number of civilians. 18.

18 people need saving. 18 useless, non-sorcerers that required the strong, the protection of the sorcerers.

18 nuisances to his mission. Whatever happened to kill the curse and get out?

God, this wouldn’t have happened if these non-sorcerers weren’t so damn weak.

Gojo Satoru finds protecting the ones who can’t protect themselves, a pain. He should ignore them and focus on the curse, right? Suguru wasn’t here to chide him anyway.

Suguru… Suguru would be disappointed in him. Suguru would’ve wanted him to save them. Gojo grits his teeth. How would he save all of them in time?

Using Blue was out of the question, his technique not quite fully mastered. It’s a risk.

A risk he has to take if he was to prove himself as one of the strongest.

He’s surprised when he sees you hurriedly crashing your staff into the ground, he was sure you were out of commission after sensing the sheer energy this curse possessed. He thought you would finally give up and run away this time.

“Cursed technique: Claustra!”

He feels your cursed energy begin to flare up exponentially.

“Just…” A huff of breathlessness. “Because… You’re strong…” You dig your staff deeper into the ground, your cursed energy blaze out of you as you release your technique. “Doesn’t mean you can ignore the innocent!”

Multiple of your barriers begin to form midair, catching the unconscious civilians and bubbling them up safely as you tried to maneuver them to safety.

“Gojo-san!” You shout, the force of your cursed technique increasing as your feet dug themselves into the dirt, trying to stand your ground. “Focus on the curse! I’ll make sure everyone is safe!”

He’s never been ordered around before. Not even by Suguru.

He decides to listen anyway, activating Blue to appear behind the curse.

“Well then.” He stretches his arms over his head. “My little lady has commanded me to destroy you.” He breathes out a puff of air, as if annoyed when the curse thrashes its arms against his infinity.

It snarls at him, spittle flying out and reflected back at it. Gojo watches you bubble more knocked out civilians to safety. They won’t even know you helped them.

What’s the point of you even focusing on them?

“I want to make her in awe of me, you know?” He speaks to the curse that was blasting him with its acidic slime, growling as it bounced off of his technique.

Gojo grins, slipping off his sunglasses as he looks at the curse dead-on, watching it freeze in its movements as it felt the threatening flare of cursed energy emanating.

“So why don’t you die a little more dramatically, hmm?”

——

He approaches you as you sit against a tree trunk, heaving heavily and out of breath, your nose bleeding as you held your handkerchief up. Your uniform had been torn from the force of the debris flying around you, a few bruises and scratches decorated your hands and arm due to the torn off sleeve of your uniform.

Must be tough not having Limitless. Running out of cursed energy was never a problem for him, nor was getting injured. Not in small fry fights anyway.

“Yo.”

“Ah-“ You continue to press your handkerchief to your nostrils. “Gojo-san…” You take a deep breath in. “Good job… On taking care of the curse.”

You must be quite the pathetic sight for him. Laying on your ass, barely able to move due to some wind that didn’t even graze him.

To win in a fight so easily with one blast of his cursed technique whilst you were useless in the fight, struggling to save the people around you.

You’re pathetic. Your eyes cast themselves down towards the ground as his shadow looms over you.

It reminds you of the time he first saved you. You’re surprised when he settles down next to you, his arm brushing your shoulder due to his height as he crossed his legs and laid against the trunk with you, closing his eyes.

It’s then that you notice the cut on his cheek.

Perhaps it was instinct, your worry for him. Your hand reaches out and brushes the skin just below the injury.

“Are you okay…?”

His eyes open, those beautiful optics of his opening to look at your worried expression.

Before he bursts out laughing.

It was the absurdity of it. You, who definitely was in a much worse state than he was, asking if he, the Gojo Satoru, was okay from a singular tiny scratch.

You’re too precious.

“You should look at yourself first!” He laughs, his arm coming round to wrap around your shoulders as he ruffles your hair.

(He’s right, you know? You’re in a terrible state.)

You blush, embarrassment creeping up as you struggle to stop him from messing with your already tragic looking hair.

“Well- I’m sorry for being worried about you!” You huff, frustratedly turning your head away from him.

You feel his hand settle itself back on your hand. This time, it simply patted you. Softly, gently.

“Thank you, thank you.” You can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Good job out there.”

A… Compliment?

“I wouldn’t have saved those people in time at all if it weren’t for you.”

“…”

“You were really helpful out there.”

You peek back, only to see a smile on his face. His sunglasses were off, his eyes upturned and happy.

He was being genuine.

You feel your heart beat just a little faster.

——

“Geto, with how much tea you’re drinking, I’m surprised you haven’t exploded.”

“No…” He pauses, brows furrowed in thought for a moment. “That’s not going to happen.”

She grins, her finger tracing the rim of her own can of green tea.

“Worried about the mission those two are taking together?”

Geto smiles, the expression tight, almost constipated looking as he tries to feign calmness and serenity.

“Now whoever said that? I’m as calm as can be.”

Silence as Shoko scoffs, hands playing with her lighter in one as the other held her open can.

“Sure. That’s why we’re waiting by the entrance of the school, looking for their transport back.”

“I’m not worried at all.”

…

“What was the car plate number again?”

“34-67.” The reply was immediate, as if he had committed it to memory.

Geto coughs awkwardly into his hand as he realized he took the bait.

“Maybe I… Am a little anxious.” Suguru lets out a sigh, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. “You know how Satoru can be.”

“And that’s how he treats the people he likes?”

Suguru hums, a small smile making its way onto his face. “He’s just an idiot who can’t put a finger on his emotions. We’re only human, after all.”

Suguru had firsthand experience.

“Hahahah! Right? Right?!” Geto and Ieiri both whip their heads up at the boisterous laughter of Gojo.

They’re surprised at the sight.

You were donning a blazer far bigger than your usual one, holding your duffel bag as your staff was strapped to Gojo’s back.

Gojo, in his uniform, minus his blazer.

You were giggling, hand over your mouth as you tried to contain the laughter spilling from your lips.

“You shouldn’t eat all those treats just because you were angry at him, Satoru-kun!” You were basically babbling with happiness, tears gathered at the corner of your eyes as you tried to hold back the joy, your middle starting to hurt.

“Ehh? Lose the honorifics already. They sound weird!” Gojo shivered in mock horror, tongue sticking out to express his disgust as you laughed again.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop okay, Satoru?” You grinned up at him, looking into his eyes.

A breeze blew through the both of you momentarily, the setting sun casting a warm orange glow over the both of you as you stared at each other. The way the shining sun shone behind him…

It was… Odd. A fleeting warmth enveloping your heart as you trailed from his eyes, to his bandage covered cheek to his lips.

He always looked so pretty. You could spend hours just staring at him. It felt… Nice when he was looking at you. You want to keep his gaze here. You want to stay in this moment forever. Could you…?

Before Satoru was tackled to the ground by two people, anyway.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Did you replace her with a robot?!”

“Get off of me-! You big, heavy lugs- Suguru, you don’t feel as heavy?!”

You laugh at the sight, Geto laying atop Gojo as Shoko sat on Satoru’s knees, holding him down. It looked like a piled on hug.

You laugh, kneeling down carefully and wrapping your arms around Shoko and Geto as Satoru whines about letting him join on the ground.

“We’re back!”

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Notes:

The scratch wasn’t from the curse. Satoru let himself get scratched by a tree branch to see your reaction.

You and Gojo actually have matching bandaids here! Though you only got to pick out one, whilst he could choose many, many wacky little designs.

You both actually ate ice-creams before coming back. (Gojo paid.)

Geto was worried that you would come back somber and downcast, a product of hearing Gojo’s backhanded words. He hasn’t slept very well whilst Gojo was gone as well.

Ieiri thought that Gojo would brainwash you into thinking you were useless, and was ready to give him a lecture on manners if she saw you sad.

There were originally 35 known hostages. With the time of travel and days needed to track down the curse, both of you had expected all 35 to be dead. 18 live on.

i was thinking of bubbles when trying to think of reader’s cursed technique lol

#geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #dyf au

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sunshinebarbie · 11 months

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only love can hurt like this

pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Changbin warnings: angst, so much angst, sad bang chan (i promise i love him and i don't want him to be sad but...) swearing/cursing, drama. words: 2,683 parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | FINAL a/n: this is my very first time writing for Stray Kids, for kpop in general! i am very nervous, but i was listening to this song and felt so inspired. please be gentle, i have only ever wrote for fictional characters my entire life, taking a crack at a real life person is a bit intimidating.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind, you felt like the luckiest girl in the entire world. If someone gave you a lottery ticket right now, you were at least 80% sure you would hit the jackpot.

Yet, you had already hit the jackpot, that even the one that promised you mounds of money wasn’t enough to get you to trade what you had.

Matter of fact, your jackpot was sitting across from you as you typed your latest assignment on your laptop. You looked up through your lashes and smiled softly seeing Bang Chan sitting in his chair, his headphones covering his ears and his laptop opened.

Chan’s makeshift studio was the best place to get your studying done. It was quiet most of the time, that wasn’t including when Chan would start humming a tune, or singing lyrics under his breath.

Your focus shifted to the clock on the bottom corner of your screen. It was nearly midnight and time just got away once again.

You pulled your earphones from your ears and placed them back in the case. You stretched your arms up to the ceiling and stood up. Chan was still focused on what he was doing, he didn’t notice you standing behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek causing him to jump a little in his seat.

“oh, it’s you.” he smiled and pressed pause on his latest project.

“were you expecting someone else?” You teased, pretending to be offended.

“yeah, I was expecting the janitor, he usually comes in around 12:30 to clean, was wondering why he decided to make a move tonight.” he joked.

“it’s almost midnight, you ready?” you asked showing him the time on your phone.

“uh, give me another hour okay?” he looked at you with puppy eyes.

Your fingers instinctively combed through his hair, and a smile tugged across your lips. “fine.” you sighed.

You sat back down in your spot and started to place your headphones in your ears when Chan turned around and looked at you confused.

“oh, you’re going to stay?” he asked looking at the time.

“yeah.” you chuckled lightly. “i want to make sure nothing is really happening between you and this janitor” you joked.

Chan smiled and turned around, putting his headphones back on.

An hour had passed and Chan was still working, you looked at your phone it was nearing 1:00am.

Chan looked fully focused on his laptop, you could hear his curses under his breath followed by an aggressive pressing of his laptop keys.

“Chan?” you tapped his shoulder softly, he quickly turned around and forced his headset off.

His eyes soften after realizing it was only you, “oh, sorry. you should probably get home.” he frowned.

“i’m not going to leave you here alone.” you smiled softly but feeling unsure of your decision. “i’m just going to go for a walk, because I been sitting there all night.”

Chan nodded and allowed you to press a kiss to his cheek before leaving the studio.

You turned towards him, he was already focused on his laptop again, his cursing louder as closed the door behind you.

You walked down the hall, looking at the photos and framed albums on the wall. That’s when the idea hatched. Maybe, you should bring Chan a midnight snack. You knew he would think better with a little food in his tummy.

You walked down to the nearest 24/7 mart and picked up a few of Chan’s favorite snacks. “it will be a late-night picnic” you thought to yourself, as you handed the cashier the money.

You walked back to the studio to see Chan still in the exact same spot. His headphones over his head, and the laptop at the tip of his fingers.

“Chan.” you tapped his shoulder. This time he ignored you, he was fully focused on his project.

“Chan” you tapped again.

“for fucks sake” he cursed “what? what is it now?” he looked at you his eyes once full of sorrow now full of rage.

“uh-” you stammered full of surprise. “uhm-I brought you some brain fuel” you smiled weakly and showed him the bag full of snacks.

“can you just go home.” he scoffed. And turned back to his laptop. “i honestly don’t know why you’re waiting around” he put his headphones on.

“Chan” you tapped his shoulder again after analyzing what he just said.

“GO HOME!” he threw his headphones hard into his laptop and looked at you, his eyes filled with fire.

You stepped back feeling a little bit of fright from his action. “i-” you stammered.

Chan ignored whatever you were about to say and put his headphones back on. “fuck!” he yelled at the screen.

You dropped the bag on the floor and hurried to gather your things. You were with Bang Chan for 2 years now and never had he ever raised his voice at you. He was always timid, and he even panicked when he gave you your first kiss.

“i’ll see you at home” you whispered to him as you hurried out the door. You closed the door shut and hurried to the elevator. When the door “dinged” and shut, you finally felt safe. Your body relaxed and yet you still felt the panic jolting through your veins.

The taxi ride was quiet, you couldn’t even remember giving the driver directions, or let alone a destination. Still, you watched the city lights zoom by illuminating your tear-stained face every two seconds.

“That will be $52.91” the driver pulled up to a familiar curb. You snapped out of your daze and reached for your bag, your fingers raked the contents of your items in search of your wallet. “shoot, I must have left it the place you picked me up.” you frowned.

“hey, I am not running a free service. You better pay for your fare.” the driver turned around his face red with anger.

“this is my apartment, building let me run inside and I promise I will be back down.” you begged.

The driver went quiet, and sighed. “you have five minutes” he grumbled. “and leave your bag, in case you don’t come back down.” he gestured to the bag Chan bought you for your birthday.

“fine” you sighed and stepped out. You started to head for the door, when the driver sped away.

“wait!” you shouted as he ran the red light down the street.

“shit!” you cursed and looked around seeing if anyone saw what happened, but you were alone on the street.

Finding the bus park bench, you sat down and collapsed your head into the palms of your hands. You choked out a sob, feeling like this night couldn’t get any worst.

“y/n?” a voice stammered out of the dark. “go.” you sighed “away.” you sniffled “please.”

“it’s almost 2 o’clock” the voice grew louder signifying they were closing in. “what happened?” you looked up at Changbin who was towering over you.

“just- a bad day” you sniffled and wiped your tears away. “where is Chan?” he looked up at the apartment seeing if your lights were on.

“at the studio.” your voice hiccupped. “he told me to “just go home.”.” you sniffled again.

“is that why you’re crying?” he sat beside you.

He could feel you beginning to shiver from the cold night air, he quickly pulled his jacket from his body and covered your shoulders.

“part of it.” you smiled weakly at his gesture. “the cab that brought me home, I left my wallet at the studio, and I told the driver I was going to get some money inside and he asked me to leave my bag as collateral, and when I was far enough away, he sped off with my bag.” you started to tear up again.

“between that and Chan cursing at me.” you could feel your lips trembling as the tears began to fall once more.

“he cursed at you?” Changbin stood up, feeling angry now.

“no.” you quickly tried to backtrack. “he didn’t. Curse curse at me” you lied.

“no, this isn’t acceptable.” Changbin began walking towards his car.

“Changbin.” you hurried behind him, he unlocked the door and you quickly jumped in the passenger seat.

Your hand touched his as he reached for the ignition. “Changbin, it’s okay. He is probably tired. Or hungry-” “stop trying to justify what he did y/n” Changbin cut you off.

He started the car and pulled away from the sidewalk, you watched as familiar signs and lights passed by you once again.

You felt your heart stop and pound rapidly as the car was put in park at the studio.

“Changbin- please” you begged. “go easy on him.” you felt your face warm up as the tears welled in your eyes.

“I’m just going to talk to him, and ask him what all this is about.” he assured you.

You followed behind him cautiously into the elevator. It was quiet, only the hums of each passing floor filled the air, and made you even more nervous.

The elevator came to a halt and the door opened revealing Bang Chan standing there, your wallet and house keys in hand.

His face relaxed upon seeing you, but immediately washed over with regret seeing how swollen your eyes were.

“Baby, look I'm-” Bang Chan looked at you sympathetically, “how long did it take you to realize that she left her money and keys here Chan?” Changbin snarled cutting off Chan’s apology as he appeared from behind the wall of the elevator.

“I got caught up trying to produce our next song and I-” Chan began to explain.

“that is not an excuse” Changbin interrupted again.

“Changbin” you stepped forward and put your hand on his shoulder. You could feel his anger pulsating through his skin, making him warm to the touch.

“I think it took you quiet long enough, seeing that she had enough time to get robbed.” Changbin added.

“Robbed?!” Chan’s face flushed, “are you okay?” he stepped towards you. Changbin instinctively stepped in front of you and extended his arm blocking Bang Chan from stepping any closer.

“yeah, I'm fine.” you lied. “it was a misunderstanding, and-”

“She could have gotten hurt.” Changbin interrupted yet again. “luckily, I was coming by to see if you both were home, because I know when we are in the middle of making a new album, you over work yourself-”

“Changbin” you shouted his name a little bit louder, he stopped talking and the both of the boys looked at you.

“i’m grateful that you were there.” you sighed and looked at him “but you have to take it easy on Chan, he is-”

“you’re always going to stick up for him aren’t you?” Changbin stopped you again. “it’s always Bang Chan who can do no wrong in your eyes.” he taunted.

“Changbin. That’s not fair.” you sighed. “anyway, it’s late.” he cleared his throat. “i’ll see you both tomorrow.” he got into the elevator and closed the door leaving both you and Chan in silence.

“y/n” Chan finally broke the silence and turned to face you. “I’m sorry baby, this album is more stressful than our last one, the songs aren’t coming out the way I want them to-” he began.

“Christopher” you stopped him, he looked at you in shock, throughout the entire time you were both together you never used his real name, not once.

“Changbin is right.” you stepped away from him. “I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world to be dating THE Bang Chan” you smiled at the silly idea.

“but my entire night has been everything but lucky.” you scoffed. “and it is all because of THE Bang Chan.”

You stepped forward and slowly pulled your stuff out of Bang Chan’s hands.

“what does that mean?” Chan asked feeling a heaviness in his chest after you went silent.

“Christopher-” you sighed, you refused to look at him as the words rolled off your tongue. “-we need to break up.”

“y/n” Bang Chan stepped forward.

“I will be by tomorrow to get the rest of my stuff, but give me 20 minutes to get a few items when we get back.” you turned away and hurried into the stairwell. You would rather stumble down a flight of stairs than be in an awkward silence with Bang Chan in the elevator.

You hailed a cab as soon as you reached the bottom and exited the building. As you settled into the cab you looked out the window. You gave the address and looked out the window hoping to see Chan, instead you noticed Changbin sitting in his car.

You looked in the other direction and spotted a familiar bag on the seat.

“I hope you brought your money this time” the cab driver from earlier scoffed. “great.” you sighed as he started the route to the apartment.

You paid for your previous fare and this one. Before exiting you requested the driver to wait until you came back down. Promising double.

You arrived to the apartment before Bang Chan, and you knew this because the lights were out still, and his shoes weren’t by the front door.

You walked to the room and started to collect a few items, some clothes for tomorrow, your pajamas, a warm jacket and a hoodie. You were in the bathroom collecting your hygiene products when you heard the door shut close.

Bang Chan walked into the bathroom; his body leaned against the frame as he watched you pack your things.

“y/n, baby please.” he begged.

“don’t-” you stopped him. As you continued to drop products into your vanity case.

You tried to walked past him but he blocked the exit to the bathroom. “can we talk about this.” his eyes were beginning to well.

“Christopher-” you sighed “don’t call me that.” he argued back.

“it’s Chan, or Channie, or baby or-” he began to fumble his words in frustration. “anything but Christopher-” he sniffled.

You looked at him and shook your head. “my cab driver is going to leave... he- he does that.” you gulped down a dry lump.

As Chan wiped his tears you hurried past him and back to the livingroom where your luggage case was waiting.

You were heading towards the door, when you felt Chan’s hand grab yours. He pulled you into his body. His lips immediately meeting yours, you melted into his lips as you have done many a times.

The kiss was interrupted as Chan sniffled; his tears seeped into your cheeks as leaned his forehead against yours.

“please-” he begged again. “-don’t leave me.” he sobbed.

“I-” you tried to pry yourself from his grip. “I will leave my key when I come back tomorrow.” you pulled away.

You hurried out the door, and into the elevator. It was in that moment of silence you felt the tears falling violently down your cheeks.

The elevator bell dinged and you exited quickly, your cab was still there as you exited the building.

The cab driver, opened the trunk and started to put your luggage inside.

“where to now?” he asked. “the hotel, just three blocks down” you replied.

“you got it.” the driver walked to the driver side.

You opened the door and took one last look at the apartment building you called “home” with Chan for a year.

You got into the cab, and settled in once again. You buckled yourself in, and looked out the window towards the building. The voice of Bang Chan echoed in your ears as he begged you not to go.

You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath. “can we go please.” you requested to the driver, not wanting to stay and endure another memory that haunted this space.

“just finishing putting in the destination” the driver replied and put the cab in drive.

Bang Chan walked out of the lobby, his focus on you as he watched the cab pull away from the curb.

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royalberryriku · 4 months

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Some Thoughts on the 'Writing Process'™

So I see a lot of writers struggle with these very specific things, AKA:

The Staring at the Blank Page Thing where you struggle to come up with ideas, words, etc

The Word Counting Counting where you cannot stop counting your word count

The 'Can Someone ELSE Proofread This Because I Don't Want to Read It' dilemma

The 'How Do I STOP Hating Everything I Write' issue which also leads into the 'How Do I Stop Scrapping Everything' issue

And finally the 'I DONT WANT TO WRITE I WANT TO IMAGINE IT INSTEAD' problem

There are various things that can make writing hard, but I have had some thoughts! And maybe they might just be useful.

So for Issue Number 1, I've found that, if you want to write, NEVER do it before you already have the ideas. Looking at a blank page just makes it harder. You get bored and that makes writing feel boring. Of course, this is all just my opinion, maybe this actually works for you. BUT! In my own personal experience, I find that actually LIMITING how often I open my document helps a bunch. No matter how much you wanna write, there's no point torturing yourself over how little you're doing and shaming or pressuring yourself to get it done. Punishing yourself is just gonna kill your inspiration and, obviously, you're not going to want to write if you now associate it with punishment for not writing. It's a cycle of just being mean to yourself. Well, don't wanna be unproductive? As silly and counterproductive as it sounds; self care is the answer which I've found that actually works.

This actually leads into Issue Number 2. I think these probably stem from the same issue; punishing yourself for not producing. Again, punishing yourself and shaming yourself into just staring at a blank screen or staring at how little the word count is or how much you have to go until your goal is just going to kill your inspiration and make you bored. Shaming doesn't get you to write more, or faster or suddenly become more productive. Believe it or not? Self care and making it fun is what makes a fun story come to life. You're not just writing a block of text that's a recount to sell in this capitalist hellhole (I mean you are but that doesn't mean the process has to be bound by capitalism because FUCK CAPITALISM), you're writing a story you wanna tell; focus on the story before the method and don't punish yourself for it not just magically appearing. These things take time, they take trial, error, mistakes and various drafts, but FIRST? They take those little moments where you just daydream scenes and the imagination you have to exist at all. Focus first on the story and your own health and the rest will come, slowly but surely. Anyway that was a lot of words to essentially just say; don't look at the word count, focus on the story and the length will follow regardless. It's fine to check and obviously, you'll just have to at some point. But please please try and do what you can to avoid checking, even use a different method. I use page count because it's so varied and inaccurate that it actually doesn't matter and just tricks my brain into using that to see my very general progress and makes it seem bigger than it actually is. It also can just be easier to check at a glance if I want to make sure the structure of each chapter is more or less consistent enough.

Issue Number 3 is tricky, mostly because once you've made something, it can be legitimately very boring to reread everything you JUST wrote. For me, I'm sort of chaotic in that I reread as I go or do it very randomly and rewrite as I come up with things. The good thing is though that what you write isn't set in stone. It's malleable and fluid. I always have a cut and paste section on my computer where I just... cut and page and rearrange things as I think of it. I don't worry about "oh but what if I mess up" because you're ALWAYS gonna mess up! That's actually one of the cool things about writing, you CAN mess up and go back and reread it eventually to make it work a bit better after all the other chaotic going-back-and-fixing-things. Which brings me to my main point (especially if you don't want to replicate my chaoticness) I try to leave proofreading itself as much as I can for the end of it all. As in, I just let myself write, yes rearranging and going back whenever I want, but never throwing anything OUT, never scrapping the whole document because it's gonna have bits you might reuse. And more to the point, it gives you a lose skeleton to base your next draft on. It's more work but I find it really reassuring in that you don't judge every little thing as you go, but just say "meh, fuck it!" and write whatever works, then rewrite it in a separate document all over again, never deleting the last one so you can copy and page whatever you liked from the first draft, or second, or third, and use each mistake and flaw. Recycling is good folks, even just in writing. Or... at least it is for me. If this doesn't work for you, it doesn't work for you, but this is just what helps me so maybe it might help you too.

This also goes into Issue Number 4. Honestly, you're never gonna not be your biggest critic. But! You can at least make your work feel a bit more positive and go in with a "eh who cares?" mindset into writing. It may not erase the "wow this is hot garbage" feeling, but it'll feel a bit more like "well this is MY hot garbage and I don't care if it's bad or good, because at least it was fun". Plus, like I said; recycling is very good. The best way to force yourself not to hate something is to get really damn used to it, AKA, never getting rid of it. Which is hard, I know. Especially if you just really freaking hate it. And, well, it's not like I'm saying you should keep absolutely every little thing, I don't want you all to get clutter and folders upon folders of stuff you won't use...buuut I am saying it helps to keep things and get comfortable in your own messiness and imperfection. It starts to feel normal at least, or for me it does, and slowly you kind of just...accept it. Also, making fun little things to enjoy your ideas away from your writing itself. If you draw? Make fanart. Maybe even make AUs in your head. Maybe make some mood boards. HYPE YOURSELF UP! Or as best you can at least, and never force things. If you aren't feeling this particular story right now? Move on to another project and yes having WIPs can be annoying but sometimes it's necessary. Again, these are all just my opinions and stuff I do when I struggle with these; I'm not commanding anyone to do anything and as always, maybe this won't work for you personally. But hey, doesn't hurt to give it a try first and see if it works, or maybe something else will. Whatever the case, this is just my own two cents.

And finally, Number 5. Honestly? This isn't so much as issue in and of itself as much as just an issue of prioritisation. Imagination is the most important part of even coming up with a story to begin with and, honestly, imagining scenes can really help build a mental image of what you want to describe and how things look and feel. One thing, a little cheat code you could say, that I've found is melding daydreaming with research. Which makes absolutely no sense since this is the most funnest part with the most boring part of writing, but hey, it works surprisingly well I assure you. So here's the setup I have; no doc (except for if I really need to jot down some notes), then images that remind me of my work (Pinterest boards maybe, a few mood boards, etc), then the research. I go between each of these; daydreaming. The result? I imagine scenes with the research I want; motifs that work with themes, imagery to use in scenes, what architecture works, what the weapons look like. Then, before I even write, I go back and still daydream WITH what I've researched and it sticks in my mind way better than even the notes I've made. Speaking of, with notes, I like to doodle in the margins of them, make them fun, highlight with fun colours. Sometimes? Research, note taking and writing doesn't have to be work in and of itself, sometimes it can be fun and a little quest of your own. Sometimes making writing and research feel like you're daydreaming can make all the difference between begrudgingly slugging through a chapter, or just having fun writing a new scene you just imagined and that starts to form into something new and exciting.

TLDR: Make writing fun! Like Mary Poppins once said; "a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down". Sometimes it's actually better to make the work into a treat instead of using a treat as a bribe or punishing yourself. In fact, making any part of the process into a punishment for not working just makes everything harder.

ALSO! Just in general, take breaks! It's easy to forget what you're doing (especially once it becomes fun) and forget to take care of yourself both physically and mentally. Too much time looking at a screen (or even just a page) can be straining! Remember to eat! Remember to drink water and sleep! Get up and walk around if you can, go to the bathroom and maybe even go for a little walk outside and get some Vitamin D if you're able to. Remember to maybe take a few days away from writing so you can come at it again with a refreshed mind and new perspective, sometimes you can get boggled down and start getting too focused on one little thing. It's good to let yourself have half an hour, an hour or even a few days to just refresh and go out and get new inspiration just from living. Sometimes the key to writing and ideas is to just stop writing for a bit and to just take a breath.

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kathaynesart · 11 months

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What advice would you give to someone who really wants to get into writing/drawing comics, but doesn't know how or where to start? What would you recommend? Even if/ especially if they already have a decent history in writing and drawing

SHORT ANSWER: Don’t do what I’m doing with Replica haha! I’m breaking all my own rules with this comic but maybe we can use it as a good example of what not to do in my rant below…

LONG ANSWER: (below the cut)

Hoo boy… there are so many avenues this question could take. I assume you don’t necessarily mean entering the comic industry as a professional (there are far more experienced people you can ask about that). But simply drawing your own comics? I'll try my best to break down some of the basics I've picked up over the years. Note these are just my opinion and there is always room for other methods...

1. ASK YOURSELF WHAT KIND OF COMIC AM I DOING?

The first thing to consider is what is your intention with this comic? Do you want to tell a story centered around a preexisting fandom or tell a completely new story you came up with? What genre do you want to focus on? I'd recommend finding something that really sparks your interest, because you're going to be working on it for far longer than a regular art piece. Plus if you like it, someone else is bound to like it as well!

2. ASK YOURSELF DOES IT NEED TO BE A COMIC?

This may sound silly... but often times I find people fail to take into consideration whether or not the story they are telling works best with the medium they are considering. Had I done Replica as a fan fiction, I would be much farther along with it... but with comics there comes a wide range of subtle visual cues, parallels, and symbolism I can use that I wouldn't be able to show through writing. The written word also has many strengths that comics lack... it just comes down to what you want to be able to show in your story.

3. KEEP IT SHORT AND SIMPLE

If this is your first time doing a comic, I recommend not overextending yourself with some grand epic that is going to take you forever (like Replica haha.)

Example: Years ago a close friend and I did a webcomic called Perpetual Flux that we were unable to finish. It went for about 2-3 years, was over 110 pages long, and yet we had only managed to get about 3 chapters into what would have probably been a +30 chapter story. We came up with this huge epic we wanted to tell and while it was a story we still wanted to finish, it just became impossible to continue as our lives and availability changed.

So start small! And take that experience you gain into bigger, future projects. Obviously I have not learned my lesson with Replica, but at least with this project it's something I can do on my own time and is supported by a wonderful community who keep me inspired. Speaking of which...

4. FINDING AN AUDIENCE

If it’s a story based off something with an existing fandom then half the work is already done! You just need to start interacting more with people in that fandom, and I mean really interacting. Talk to other artists, join Zines, leave comments, and share other people’s work. It can foster a community and help you be a part of the fandom so that people will be interested in what you have to share.

If it’s a new story you’re going to have to create your own community. Nowadays it’s easier than ever to get your work out there, but the competition for eyes is much steeper. What I find that works is rather than starting the comic cold turkey, draw out some highlights from your future story. Moments that have yet to unfold that might wet a random viewer's appetite for more. Kind of like… a trailer for what’s to come. Keep dropping those little crumbs of interest as you prep your comic to garner some interest and that way when you do start you may already have some followers who might share your work around!

5. CONSISTENCY IS KEY

Get into the habit of drawing and writing regularly. I know it can be a hassle and the last thing you want to do is make it a chore, but like exercising I find that the more I do it, the easier it is and the better I feel about it. Nowadays I feel weird if I'm not at least writing some script or drawing a few sketches towards my comic/projects every day.

Also, if you can make sure to update fairly regularly (something I also fail at with Replica haha, but at least I try to post little things here and there when time allows). It's important to let your followers know that you are still there and you care! It also helps keep you at the front of their minds. My fellow Apocalypse AU creators Cass and Tapakah0 are GREAT at this as they post a ton! It helps garner a strong community and a lot of continuous excitement! I wish I had that same energy and time but you'll have to make do with my old-lady pace of things, bless you all haha.

6. GRAPHIC DESIGN

Obviously as a writer and artist you're used to doing both... but with comics there's another aspect that can come into play. Graphic design! Whether it's your title, your font choices, the word bubbles, or the way you break down the panels, these area all things you should take into consideration. For example, every webcomic has panels, but they can vary tremendously in style. Because of Tumblr and the nature of the scroll method I chose to forgo the typical "comic book style" for more of a... loose storyboard feel where I care more about the angle of the shot within each panel rather than how these separated images link up to one another. Where as with Perpetual Flux, it was laid out on actual comic pages so we had to take serious consideration into how they fit together within each page. IngunnSara is also a great example of this more traditional method of paneling and it's gorgeous and difficult and they have my utmost respect for pulling it off with Hamato Wanderers! So I recommend looking to some of your own favorite comics and see what jives with you.

7. FIND A STYLE THAT WORKS FOR YOU

Also failed this with Replica haha, but to be fair I went right into it with the intent on learning the style as I went. But I recommend having some grasp on the style you want to use and whether or not it's a viable to be drawing over and over again for your comic (for example, if you make it too detailed it will take you far longer to draw!)

8. FORGET ABOUT PERFECTION

Perfection is a lie. There is no place for it in art, especially if you're just doing this for your own pleasure. Don't strive for it. Don't worry about it. Don't compare yourself. Just keep doing what you're doing and keep learning from it. You'll get much farther!

Ok... hopefully that helps a bit. I'm sure there's plenty more to talk about but I feel like I've talked enough for now. Thanks for listening to my TED Talk and lemmed know if you manage to get your comic off the ground :)

#Also uh... if you used to be a PFlux fan... so sorry about that... maybe someday we'll continue it but that won't be any time soon #And if you're curious and want to search for PFlux... don't lol #please #we were young and stupid #and the site doesn't exist anymore #I think it's still on Tapastic or something but you will find yourself with a very unsatisfying ending #q&a #replica #kind of #mostly just ragging on myself #learn from my mistakes kids

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thatstonedwriter · 5 months

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⋆｡˚ 「 Bad Trip 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; comforting you after indulging too much during your first ever session

◉ CW; weed, anxiety attacks

◉ A/n- I know I said I was gonna work on event requests, but this one just came in, and I was immediately inspired. I get to draw from my personal experience, too lol- and write for Vortex. It's a good day. Enjoy!

◉ Feat; Blitz, Moxxie, Beelzebub, Vortex

It was your first time experimenting with weed. It started out pretty well! But then, the room starts to spin, and you notice it's getting harder to breathe. Your eyes and mouth are dry, and you think.. maybe you've had a bit too much.

Blitz is observant about those he cares about, so when your eyes are red and your breathing becomes more shallow, he knows exactly what's happening. To help you sober up faster, Blitz encourages you to eat and drink whatever you can. Using his spare blankets, he wraps you up and guides you to the bed, where you can get more comfortable. The room is spinning, and your thoughts are racing, so Blitz turns on the TV as a distraction from any negative thoughts you're having. While this is something he's also experienced before, Blitz still has the audacity to make jokes about your lower tolerance, but it doesn't go on for too long. If you start to have a panic attack, Blitz won't be super helpful at first. He'll be overwhelmed and unsure how to comfort you, so he might snap a bit. Although he's not the best with verbal comfort, you can be sure he won't leave you alone.

Moxxie doesn't really smoke, so if you're participating, he's your designated sober person. While, of course, he's kinda awkward, he's much more well-versed in comforting his loved ones. As someone who has had his fair share of panic attacks, he realizes pretty quickly when you've had too much. Because of Moxxie's own anxiety, he overthinks and isn't great with verbal comfort, but he's all for acts of service and physical affection. He'll put a hand on your back to keep you grounded, have stim toys for distractions, and constantly offer to get you anything you need. The constant fussing might be overwhelming, though. One way Moxxie comforts himself is by listening to music, so he might pop on one of his playlists as background noise. Until he's sure you're safe and in a good headspace, Moxxie won't leave your side, and he'll do anything to make sure you're okay.

Beelzebub is probably the reason you over-indulged, to be completely honest. Love her, but her tolerance is way above everyone else's, and she doesn't factor that in when she's encouraging you to smoke. Since she can taste people's energy, she's the quickest to know when something is off. Bee has had her fair share of people going overboard at parties and knows how to help people come down from a bad high- food, water, and laughter. She's big on the whole 'laughter is the best medicine" thing, so she uses humor to try and help you feel better. She'd probably put on a rom-com or comedy show and sling an arm around your shoulders. Her focus on comedy doesn't make her attempts any less sincere. Sessions like this should be fun, and she wants you to have good memories, even if the experience wasn't perfect.

Vortex is a sweetheart but kind of oblivious. He's focused on having a good time- not that he's neglecting you. He just always assumes you're having a good time, too. He'll pick up if things are going wrong, but you'll have to verbalize exactly what's happening so he knows how to help. He's the kind to pull you somewhere quiet and help you focus on breathing. His voice is soft as he explains that experiences like this are totally normal and that you'll be okay. While Tex doesn't want to minimize what you're going through, he doesn't want you to get stuck focusing on the negative. Dude also for sure gives the best hugs. The perfect combination of gentle but grounding. Vortex loves parties, sessions, hang outs, etc- and is all about having a safe, good time with everyone. He assures you that despite all that's happening after you feel better, everything will be okay again.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

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amerricanartwork · 4 months

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More Love for Lilypad

Hi! To be honest, I don’t know why I’m writing this, I guess because reading everything has moved me more than I probably thought.

I don’t know how much text he let me put

I have read the current Lilypad publication and I honestly loved it, otherwise I would be here writing like an excited silly girl.

How do you connect the story of Luna and No Harassment with Sleeping Beauty (From the Disney movie because the original story is horrible, believe me, you wouldn’t want to use it if it were the original), it’s so beautiful that it moved me and connected me more with the ships. how much I love them and lilypad mainly sadly for my part I don’t see much art from them (I think it happens to me with ships that generally are not so popular or so loved, it happens to me with the message of love from SpearmasterXHunter, Godmode SaintXEnot, lilypad and PebblesXSun )

The topic, I loved reading these ideas that come from your ingenious and beautiful imagination, I want to read more of this and that would be all! Nice day/night :3!

PD: As a warning, I don’t know where I had to send this and I’m sorry if I didn’t have to send it here, and I take this opportunity to say that your ArtiXGourmand is simply beautiful and I adore it!

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Oh my, @amaerumeru, thank you so much for this submission!!

I’m so glad to see someone enjoy those ideas so much, and to hear my essay has inspired some more love for these two sweethearts! Seeing people sympathize at least with the fairytale stuff is a very pleasant surprise!

Regarding the lack of content, I feel you, I’ve had my fair share of rarepairs across my fandoms too (heck, I’m even considering adopting a super rare RW ship right now...), and not being able to find content of them is always pretty rough! Although for me, the struggle doesn’t always come from lacking any content of the ship, but lacking the specific kind of content I want for it.

Part of the reason why I began that extension of the Lilypad essay by listing the ship tropes I love and particularly explaining the main two was because, to me, how a ship is depicted is just as important as which ship is depicted. It’s so much so I actually won’t like content of a ship I normally love if I don’t like the way the characters are and act within it, or if I don’t like the ideas being shown through the characters enough.

Both situations exist with Lilypad, and although I can excuse the lack of content as Rain World generally not having much canon ship potential, the portrayal struggle is one I have faced in basically every fandom I’ve been in, where no one seems to really appreciate those traditional dynamics I love with the ships I enjoy the most. Most of the time I still enjoy the content because it’s pretty cute and romantic, and I don’t dislike anything about it enough to cancel out that cuteness/romance factor, but it’s still not what I love most, tailored to what I identify with the greatest; I’ll eat it, but it’s not my favorite flavor. And with the New Year and self-improvement being a common focus this time of year, I figured I’d finally get the courage to take my classic art approach with these themes now; if I can’t find someone else who’s made the content I want, I’ll make it myself (like this sketch I drew up for this post), and just maybe they’ll find me!

And find someone I have! Once again, I’m so glad someone appreciates these older fairytale tropes, and I really do feel inspired to openly make more content including these ideas! I’ve always had a habit of thinking about not just ships, but fiction in general through the lens of the poetic significance characters, scenes, and plot points do or can have, and recently I’ve developed a habit of linking characters and ships back to songs and previous characters from other cartoons (like I did with Sleeping Beauty here), and trust me, if you want more content of this sort, I could both write similar essays deriving these themes within other ships AND make a lot more Lilypad content like this! I mean, after posting that addition I realized somehow forgot to talk about “Once Upon a Dream” specifically and how it so perfectly fits this ship, so I’m already probably gonna do a post and drawing on that sometime soon — !

And one last thing, thanks for liking the Artimand stuff too! Artimand is probably a better example of my “I like this ship in general, but I really wanna see more of these traditional themes in content for it“ attitude, so it’s nice to see that’s enjoyable to other people on some level too!

Big thanks for the submission, a reason to ramble even more about Lilypad and my favorite ship tropes, and inspiration to make that drawing, Meru! And hey, I love hearing the deeper reasons why other people ship what they do too, so if you ever wanna ramble about your own ships, I’m all ears!

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loveemagicpeace · 2 years

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🌧Mars in Houses and how you move on🌧

🎸Here I describe how you get over a person or where you invest your energy while getting over it. Where is your energy most focused-> throughout the process.🎸

🌡Mars in 1st house you are basically so focused on yourself that it doesn't take long to move on. They usually start working on themselves, change something for themselves or buy new clothes. Changing the way you look can be key here and make you feel much better afterwards. You also change a lot in character.

💸Mars in 2nd house buying new things, even if you don't need them, just to make yourself feel better. Food and music help you the most. And money, these people are very driven by money, and the more money you get, the sooner you forget about the person. Because here you are driven by material things and things can ultimately make you happy and maybe give you some kind of encouragement.

📽Mars in 3rd house by telling your story to others (I think people here feel the best when others support them and make them feel that it's not their fault). You have to talk about it, so that's the easiest way to get over it. Writing or a trip can also help you.

🌸Mars in 4th house you move on by spending time with your family or tidying up your home. Maybe it can help you even if you move to a new home. Many times, hanging out with people who are close to you or just watching TV at home or even crying can help you. Because you have to let your feelings out.

🎡Mars in 5th house you move forward by finding a new hobby, starting to work on new things. You become social and socialize with others. You can also get over it by dating or having new love affairs. So that you invest your energy in something that brings you joy.

🛁Mars in 6th house you get over it by buying a new pet. Animals can help you in general with the process of getting over someone. But also by starting a new routine and having a constantly busy schedule so that you don't think about that person. First of all, to start living healthy and doing something that brings less stress into your life. But it can also involve a lot of work.

🛍Mars in 7th house you get over it by replacing the person with another. Hate to say it but mars needs someone here and you can even be obsessed with being with someone, maybe also so you don't feel so alone. Maybe you don't get over the person, but you find something else to make you feel better. Your energy here is directed towards relationships and relationships, at the same time, to parts of you that you don't accept so well and maybe the discovery of this part can help you focus on something else. Alsoo shopping or buying new things could also help you.

🦋Mars in 8th house here is the hardest thing to get over someone and move on, especially since you are obsessed with this person and their energy. But you usually move on by shutting yourself off emotionally and not giving emotion to others, while at the same time creating deep things (the writing is very good here). Creating through emotional depth is your way of getting over someone. Literally expressing pain into creation. People here have an extraordinary talent to describe pain through something beautiful but deep.Deep transformation is key here.

Mars in 9th house you get over someone by going on a travel (longer travel). Here, you are most stimulated by places and new surroundings. Learning new things can also give you momentum. Meeting new people, starting to believe in something. Here it can also mean starting to believe in spiritual things that can lead you to get over someone and start looking at the world differently. Here people get a lot of inspiration to start working on a new project.

🦩Mars in 10th house you get over someone by focusing on your career and work on making something of yourself. This is where you give the most energy. You start working on your career and building your imagine. Although I think that people with this placement have a hard time getting over it, because they have a habit that this person is always here. They have habits and stability and it seems to me that a lot of times their stability breaks down here and when they break up with someone they start working on their stability again.

🪂Mars in 11th house you get over someone by hanging out with friends, friends can be the ones who help you through a breakup. You start to think and concentrate more about your dreams, goals. Maybe a social network can help you, or you can make a dating app. Maybe you start working on humanitarianism or create your own group.

🫀Mars in 12th house you get over someone with a dream, literally by dreaming about someone else or a series you're obsessed with or you can even with the actor of the series( one actor you like a lot and you start dreaming about him and it helps you get over the person) also by buying dreamy things (that have a dreamy appearance). Or do things that are related to dreams. Spirituality and spending time with yourself can also help you a lot. Here you can also deeply transform yourself through energy that you have inside. Maybe it even helps you find the subconscious and things related to it. Through art, you can express your pain in a very beautiful and extraordinary way.

-Rebekah🦋🫀🌊

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