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nomunamuinmybrain · 2 years

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Unbecoming

Pairing: Vampire Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, supernatural

Word Count: 1.6 k

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.

Author's note: This story was penned two months ago for Junkgook's birthday but such is life that I never really got around to posting it. Halloween presents an excellent opportunity for me to introduce this indulging vampiric treat. I hope you enjoy it. Also, please excuse any syntax or grammar errors because this gal was too lazy to proofread once more before posting, oops...

“What a beautiful, good girl you are” the last thing I can remember from last night, fading, drifting away from memory. The vibrato of his voice still ripples all over my skin. A warning, a farewell, an invitation.

The maknae was not one to mess around for too long. Maybe him saving me, if salvation is as such, is the universe buying me some time. Escaping though seems impossible.

“…and it is sweetness” his voice but a breathy whisper haunting the corners of my mind. He can hear me. I forgot about that. I feel so weak. I am not even sure where speech wavers and thought takes over.

His wicked lips on my neck and then my thigh, the juiciest veins of his vessel, his plaything, his nourishment, all wrapped up in the frame of me. I think I should mind and try fighting but nothing seems to be in my control not even my own limbs and skin.

“I overdid it once again precious. I can’t let you drift away now. What will become of me, depraved of your sweetness?” his monologue, a selfish reminder of what has become of me. It’s the second time now where we’ve almost reached the point of no return and truly I wish he’d drain me out already but it doesn’t seem that his intentions of keeping me are in vain.

The maknae ruled upon his own word. When the whole town was slaughtered in just one week, we all knew the careless acts of hunger were his. We waited like sheep to the knife, trapped. I wonder if the people who thought of his existence to be a mere piece of lore died of shock before his brilliant sharp teeth had a chance to tear their flesh.

How long ago was the great massacre? How long have I been here? Where is here?

I get tucked in once again, feeling the blood, my blood all dried up on my skin mixed with his saliva. If beasts cruel like him got to look so angelic then what was hell actually like. Gazing upon him you’d think that God was true and just and that his angels walked indeed amongst our tragic existence. The red betrayed him. Those bright red ruby eyes, sparkling murder.

Rump and ruff around the edges. That is how the town, my town, knew me. Good enough to hold a house and probably marry off someday. Nothing special. I was appointed assistant to the head pharmacist of the dominion, my father. As brilliant as he, that’s what they’d say. Although, I was mostly out gathering ingredients for our salves and medicines and potions, I felt valuable in our community in contrary to the other women my age. My parents did not wish to force me into any arrangements that I would not enjoy or approve of, therefore life, my life was sweet.

The high families, as we called them, ruled in underground means. We all knew of them without having much to do with them. I didn’t want anything to do with them.

“...Yet, here you are…” he raises his head from where it is buried in my thighs. His tongue chasing after the trail of blood that weakly escapes the bite marks.

“You were meant to be here you know. Here with me. It’s been 5 weeks and though I expected you to cry yourself to death, here you are. Persevering.”

“If crying really could push me to the edge of death, I am sure you’d yank me back to you with a vengeance.”

“I would.”

“Why?”

He looks at you for a moment. Contorting his features, in an effort to honestly seek an answer himself. Why would he? He didn’t know how or when but somewhere along those few weeks of being with you, feasting on you, a different hunger grew. It planted a spark of need at the pit of his belly, torching his loins. Desire. He would do anything for you. He would do anything to keep you. For your delicious plumpness was the only reason he chose to feed off of the damned nook that nestled the warmth between your thighs. The plush redness of your lips as you drank his own blood at the end of every visit.

He would, of course he would, for when he lays to rest and wraps his hand around his cock it is your velvet touch that he imagines to bring himself to bliss. Day in and day out. Like poison you slowly but surely gained your ground in his head. He made sure to take care of you without making it seem too obvious. He knew from the beginning, that damned day his hyung dared to lay his eyes on you boasting about how he’d drain you not to the point of death but close enough so he could bring you back again and make you one of them. An immortal. A monster.

He couldn’t bear the thought and that’s when his anger took the best of him. He killed them all. His hyungs, the townspeople, everyone in his vicinity but not you. Never you. He wanted, for the first time in thousands of years, to preserve something and it happened to be you. He almost turned you, twice but he couldn’t go through with it. What if your luscious peachy scent were to faint as you transformed? He couldn’t live with himself. Of all the crimes he has committed that would be the greatest one. It seemed like a joke.

His head tilts. There is an unmistakable playfulness in his eyes.

“I wish to try something… It has been gnawing on my brain for a while.”

“What is it?” you sheepishly ask, intrigued by what is to follow. You’d deem anything intriguing after weeks of nothingness and utter darkness.

“Close your eyes” he commands.

Death is finally here, you think. He’s putting an end to this miserable story of yours. You close your eyes awaiting the sharp teeth of the beast to tear you limb by limb.

He creeps closer instead. His breath, warm, fans your face. His lips ghosting over yours, stealing away your weak breath. Tracing softly from one edge to the other, teasing.

“You smell like peaches.” he deftly whispered. He kissed you. Reverently. Carefully. As if he held the most precious rose blossoms.

“I was curious to see if you tasted like so. Your blood does carry a floral, fruity tone but maybe I thought tasting you in other ways might be more effective.”

With your eyes still closed and with him now laying fully on top of you, the kiss deepens. It escalates into something more. His strong hands roamed your curves in adoration as he devoured your lips. You couldn’t help your moans as they escaped you. Of all that his done there was none you could forgive, but you could not deny him. You hated that part of you that lusted after the beast. Every time he drank from between your thighs you’d fantasize about his kisses trailing off to the place you needed him the most.

“Look at me… You precious thing. You crave me, of course you crave me. It is how I am made. It is all that lures you in. The camouflage. This is the skin of a killer.”

He languidly thrusts your thigh as his lips wonder away. His actions contradicting his words entirely. As his lips marked your neck in ways he’d never dared before, his hands seek for your softness under your skirts. Bunching the fabric barrier as done so many times in your previous meetings, only this time he’d go one step further and leave you entirely bear. His ruby eyes pierce through yours as a wicked grin appears. Softly his fingers find your clit. Circling ever so skillfully to draw out a moan. He started mercilessly fucking you with his fingers and as you was about to reach another type of sweet death he draws them out. Sucking on them one by one as if he dipped them in the most decadent honey.

You couldn’t understand how everything happened so fast. No more than a second later his face was buried in your cunt, licking and sucking your juices out of you. The vibrations from each grunt that escaped him send shivers of pleasure throughout your body and by the time you reached your fifth peak of the day you grew sensitive unable to take anything more.

“I can’t” you weakly protest as your fingers unclench from his locks and brush them off his face.

He molds over you as he steals your kiss once more. Only this time his tenderness comes up to the surface.

“I can’t let go. I can’t let you go. How could I leave without you?”

“I’m not going anywhere…”

“Maybe not now. At some point, down the line, you’ll leave me forever. You’ll pass away to the one place I cannot meet you.”

Speechless. This sudden surge of emotion has left you more confused than ever. Words seemed of little to no substance as his grasp on you was seconds away from breaking you. There was nothing left for you. Nothing but him.

“Then let me walk this path with you forever. If that is something you’d want, I wouldn’t oppose as I have nothing but my own life to lose.”

Cradling your face he looks into your soul as if searching for something to prove you wrong. He found nothing of the sort.

“I have crossed eons to find you. Today Peach we’ll become one, as it is your wish as well.”

His lips kissed yours one last time. His fangs pierced the tender flesh of your neck, fully set on finishing the deed this time around. You held onto each other as blood married you into one. From his, you were reborn, from yours he rejoiced for finally, he had found that one missing piece. A soulmate.

#jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #vampire jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #bts supernatural au #bts vampire au #bts vampire smut #bts one shot #jungkook oneshot

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midnights-dragon · 1 year

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@zyrafowe-sny asked for my writing process (which I was very excited about), and I would love to share that! Fair warning that this will be very long, writing is, as much as a love it, a very painstaking hobby. Also, feel free to add your own tips/tricks/methods in the reblogs/replies/tags! Keep in mind that I am a young writer, and I do not write professionally, so I am in no ways an expert. (:

Whenever I get a story idea, first and foremost I typically write it down in my notes app or a Google Doc (NEVER write ideas or notes directly onto ao3, you WILL lose thousands of words several times before learning your lesson about that). If I have time in the moment I’ll begin the first draft by writing out the prime scene that I’m thinking of; for example, an important conversation, revelation, angst moment, etc., and then begin building around it.

Most of the time, I’ll have a few KEY scenes in mind, and I write everything else surrounding those moments. If I get stuck, I’ll write the basic idea of what I want there in brackets; for example, [Character A explains what happened and Character B starts crying], or even just as simple as [they talk more], and then I continue writing what I can until it’s all complete except for the writing in brackets, and then I work on those - it’s always easier after completing the rest of the story, since I know exactly what happens and how to fill in the blanks. The hardest part of writing the full story for the first draft is the beginning and the ending. It might not be that way for everybody, but it definitely is for me. Sometimes I’ll go through my whole editing process before figuring out how to begin or finish the story; if anyone has advice on writing beginnings and/or endings, I’d love to hear it!

Now, my editing process. I always start by reading through my first draft at least once and adding details, characterization, and additional dialogue/minor events if necessary. At times I will even change major events/dialogue to change the story, but typically I stick with all of my main ideas and just add on. This is where a lot of the thick of the story comes from; for example, if I start with a first draft of 2000 words, this part of editing will likely expand it to 3500, or even more depending on how much is “missing.” This step is not necessarily required, but it is important to have a good and compelling story with details and character motivations. Stories with just dialogue and events can end up being bland, or not as compelling - they can still work, per se, but I definitely recommend adding these extra bits.

Next, I use the website Free Grammar Check to help me go through all my story and find all of the basic grammar mistakes (be careful though - it’s not always correct) and sometimes I’ll also use Grammerly, although that site can be very, very frustrating if you don’t have a subscription. I just do my best to try and catch every grammar/spelling mistake that I possibly can, because those errors can make or break a story, in my opinion.

After this is my favorite step. I either read my story aloud to myself or to my pet (she does not appreciate this and usually leaves before I finish) OR (this is my preferred method) I copy and paste my story into a website that will read it aloud for me. The website that I use is TTS Reader. This helps catch mistakes or syntax errors that I wouldn’t notice by just reading through, and hearing it can also be helpful in that it allows me to listen to what people will read. Sometimes I’ll listen with a grin on my face because I’m like, “I wrote that??” so that can be very fun!!

The last thing that you have to do is COME UP WITH A TITLE. This is the thing that I hate with a passion unless I had an idea already. I typically go to Spotify first and look for a song that fits the story, but sometimes that just doesn’t work out; then, I’ll skim the story and look for a word or phrase that sticks out. If that still doesn’t work, other options are looking for lines from poetry, short or one-word simple titles (ex. emotions, situations, etc), looking to the canon content for ideas (ex. episode titles, famous lines, etc), or, if none of those work, use the last resort: asking a writer friend for help!

Finally, I just want to mention rewriting. I have been going back and rewriting a LOT of old works recently; my biggest one has been a 18k word story that I wrote almost 2 years ago and rewrote almost entirely a few months ago. My strategy is very simple, but it does take a long time, so bear that in mind. I literally just open the story in one tab, open a new Google Doc in another, and write it essentially from scratch, basing it around the original content. So in my old story, it was just very bland dialogue and minimal descriptions, as well as one character being very OOC in all of his scenes; I was able to rewrite all of that and add on to the good stuff, and I'm so proud of what that story is now.

It can be refreshing to rewrite old stuff because you can really see your progress - remember, cringing at your old writing is a good thing, because it means that you have grown as you've experimented more with your style and figured out how to make your stories better!

Again, I am in no way an expert, so please don't take this as me saying that my way is the only way. It definitely isn't, and I'm sure that lots of people have much better ways of getting out phenomenal content that is a million times better than mine! It's incredible to see the varying writing styles and tecniques that different people have, and I'm glad every day that I started writing, because it's become something that I really love to do.

Okay, this is really the last thing, and it might be the most important. Remember: writing is supposed to be fun! If you are finding yourself getting stressed out or upset, please do not force yourself to continue. Take a break! Get up and take a walk, or go out and get some food from Walmart or something. Drink some water, or an energy drink, whatever you prefer. But please do not do anything that you don't want to do - and above all, don't write anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or that pushes your boundaries of what content you want to be producing. You can choose to write whatever you want; don't force it, just let it flow naturally.

Thank you for reading! This ended up being REALLY long, so sorry about that. If I ever update what I do or improve myself as a writer, I'll be sure to update this! Again, thank you, and please take care of yourselves! Remember that you are amazing and valued, not just as a writer, but as a person. Take care <3

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reinerslt · 2 years

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Back to you - Part 2 [SMUT] || Reiner Braun

Summary: You get to see Reiner again after he ran away.

TW: angst, oral sex, penetration, creampie, a bit of size kink. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: there may be spelling errors as well as syntax errors as English is not my first language.

It had not been difficult for you to infiltrate the warriors' residence. With a good disguise and knowing the hours of training so that Pieck or Zeke would recognise you, you had managed to get to Reiner's room, just as Gabi and Falco had told you. Being very careful not to let anyone see you enter, you entered the room, unsure if it was really his room.

It smelled like him. There was no doubt now, this was Reiner's room.

The curtains were drawn almost all the way back, turning the room into a kind of cave with a single ray of sunlight that allowed you to see the few objects clearly.

Insecurities crept over you as you examined the room. What would he think when he saw you? It was he who left, it was he who left you. What if he wasn't happy to see you? What if he didn't want you to go there yet? You tried to calm down and not cry, but it didn't work, you let yourself fall into the bed that was his every night. You hugged your pillow and started to cry, what if he had met someone else? Someone from Marley, someone from the same world as his. You felt the walls getting smaller and smaller. And what if someone else came in and you were found out? "I shouldn't have come here, I'd better go home. You sat up, determined to run away, but as you lifted your head from the pillow you heard a crunch. There was something underneath. Your heart was pounding again. You turned your head and saw a piece of paper sticking out. You tugged uneasily, you had to know what it was, but you also needed to run away.

You saw yourself sleeping in one of the Survey Cops' beds. You always thought it was a lie, just another joke, but it wasn't, he drew you one night after showing you how much he loved you and how beautiful you were sleeping. He wanted to freeze that moment to take you with him, because he knew that when the time came you would have to let him go. The paper was beginning to look worn and the charcoal was a bit smudged by the touch. Reiner hadn't forgotten you either.

You couldn't believe it, it hadn't all been in vain. It could be that there was hope in the end. You were in shock, you didn't know what to do, but you were still holding the paper in your hands when you heard a hoarse voice in the corridor "See you tomorrow". But you didn't care, you kept looking at the drawing, you were completely foreshortened, with your back to him so that it showed your shoulder and your bare back just behind the middle of your sleeping face, it was so angelic that it could only be the work of a man in love.

The door opened and you looked up. A tall, very strong and muscular man walked in. You couldn't tell if it was him or not. His facial features were much more pronounced than your Reiner's, and he had a beard.

He stared at you with an astonished look on his face but without articulating a word. He closed the door behind him and locked it, still looking at you. The drawing trembled in your hands and you put it down on the table next to the bed, looking at him.

"Y/N" you managed to say with a trembling voice. "I, I am -". You noticed how his eyes began to glaze over as his breathing became agitated. You stood up to him, he had changed so much... He wasn't the tough 17 year old you had fallen in love with, and he wasn't the 21 year old you had let go either. But he was him.

"Rei" you finally managed to say when you were only a couple of steps away from him. He collapsed, unable to hold back the tears as you took his cheek in your hand, brushing your big thumb against it. "Rei, it's all the same, it's all right. He hugged you so tightly that you could barely breathe, your head was trapped between his chest muscles that were heaving from crying.

"I'm sorry, i'm really sorry" he managed to say as he pulled you even tighter against him. "It's ok Rei, really, I love you anyway" he lowered his head to look at you "I love you too". You held his gaze for a while, he lowered his head even more as you lifted your heels, and after 4 long years you were going to be able to kiss him again.

You could feel your breath mingling with his. You were hungry for him, you embraced his lips with yours in a passionate kiss, it wasn't wild but it wasn't shy either. Your tongues met in a struggle for dominance as your bodies grew closer and closer. Reiner lifted you up and put you against the wall while you wrapped your legs around his torso and put a hand on his neck and kissed him. You wanted to show him how much you missed him. He let out a growl in the middle of the kiss without separating your mouths and mumbled your name and then pressed you tighter against him and the wall. You were starting to feel your panties getting wet from how horny you were. It had been so long since you had felt his warm kisses and his body pressed against yours, you couldn't contain your desire to have him inside you."Fuck, Reiner" you said lowering one of the hands you had on his neck, holding you, towards his toned arms. You moved your hips downward looking for some contact with his member, and found a hard wood beginning to desperately seek your entrance as well. He bit into your neck and made you moan softly. "Let me take care of you, please," he said with his head still nestled in the curve of your neck. You nodded your head before kissing him again and noticed how the large bulge in his trousers throbbed against you.

He moved with you still clinging to him, and before you could sit up in bed you threw the large trench coat on the floor. You began to undress slowly but eagerly, you had spent too much time without each other and wanted to enjoy the moment as much as you could. You unbuttoned Reiner's shirt almost desperately, you wanted that body as much as the first time you touched it. The same thing happened to him, he was left admiring your perky breasts, thinking about how much he wanted to make you his again. He kissed you lovingly and began to caress every inch of your body. Running his hard warrior's hands over your delicate nipples made you moan, and the same happened when he got to your underwear. You wanted to do it yourself, but when you got to his cock he pulled away "No, I'll focus only on you. I owe you. I can wait" and without letting you respond he stroked your clitoris over your panties while he started kissing and biting your tits. Before getting rid of your underwear he ran his middle finger along your slit enjoying how wet he had made you.

He pressed your body against the bed before inserting two of his fingers, and began to move them in and out in rhythm, he remembered well how to make you needy. He stopped to start giving you a fluid rhythm, you felt a knot in your lower stomach and next was his face between your legs. His insatiable lips grabbed your clitoris and kept fingering you. He ran his tongue over every inch of your pussy, licking and sucking, he loved tasting your juices. He didn't mind getting lube all over himself, and he enjoyed like nobody's business as his tongue pushed into you while his nose rubbed your clit mercilessly. Finally focusing on your clitoris again. You gripped his hair tightly and arched your back from the vibrations he produced in your pussy. You moved your hips towards him in a desperate attempt to get more of him. You pulled on his hair to make him look at you "Let me ride you, I want you inside".

He positioned himself between your legs to kiss you, and when he did he grabbed you to position you on top of him. You rubbed yourself all over him, leaving him wet to make it easier for you later. He was stunned to be able to look at your naked body on top of his again and gently bit your right nipple, making you lose the urge to keep teasing him and developing the need for him to break you in two.

You positioned his cock at your entrance, very slowly inserting his member into you and eliciting moans from both of you. Rei, I can't take it, it's too big," he held back a chuckle in the middle of his throat, "you always say that, and then I always get you to take the whole thing," he said hoarsely. He placed a hand on your hip and pressed himself against you, pushing it in little by little as you mixed the pain and pleasure of having it between your legs again. When it was almost all the way in you began to bounce against him, filling your pussy with his big cock and rubbing your swollen clit against his skin. You saw his face turn red, you knew him well and you knew he was going to orgasm soon, so you used your best hip movements as you felt his firm hands holding you. Just when you thought he was about to come, without leaving you he rolled off the bed and changed positions, getting on top of you. He kissed you lovingly before he started pounding your pussy hard. You moaned his name. "Like this?"

"Yes, just like that." You embraced his strong body with your trembling legs, which couldn't hold the excitement much longer.

He moaned your name again, "missed you, missed this...... oh, fuck" watching his big body beg for yours, rubbing against you and hearing him cry out in pleasure along with the sheer physical pleasure Reiner was giving you brought you to orgasm. You screamed his name and scratched his back as he slammed his cock up towards your g-spot over and over and watched how he slid in and out of your wet pussy.

"Sh-shit, Y/N I'm gonna cum... oh FUCK" he said as he loaded you inside.

He stayed still on top of you while you stroked his back. Your shuddering breaths came in rhythm as you tried to regain.

Your shaky breaths came in rhythm as you tried to regain normality. Reiner came out of you and hugged you tightly to his chest before he started crying again.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was more afraid of what the Marlyans might do to you than I was of being without you." You hugged him tightly "it's not your fault, none of this is your fault, my love."

He cried all night in your arms, but when you managed to sleep, it was the first time in 4 years that you both slept without nightmares or insomnia. You were back home, back with Reiner at last.

The light of dawn peeked through the gap between the curtains and allowed you to see Reiner's titanic, sculpted body. He was all yours. Half asleep he pulled you against him, putting his arm around your waist and placing his hand on your ass. You laughed to yourself and kissed him softly.

But it wasn't all going to be so easy.

"Reiner, you depraved man, let go of that poor girl now. There's a meeting and you're late" said Porco behind the door, and tried to open it "come on, we want to see who it is, we've made bets". Reiner's eyes widened quickly and he looked at you in panic.

How were you supposed to get out of there without being recognised by Cart Titan or Zeke?

You were screwed.

Taglist: @noodlenerd101

#aot #aot final season #reiner braun #aot smut #reiner smut #reiner fanfic #reiner snk #reiner #shingeki no kyojin reiner #reiner x you #reiner x y/n #imagine reiner

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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Hello!

Would you write some HCs about Y/N flirting while drunk with the AOT boys? Like the scouts, Levi and anyone else you'd like <3 Extra points if they're already on a relationship

hiii!!! and omg of course of course!! i hope you like it!! <3

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❁ shingeki boys!

❁ eren, jean, connie, levi, reiner, porco

❁ obviously, alcohol. maybe touches some suggestive things but nothing important

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eren:

- maybe he probably forgot about you too.

- i mean, he enjoys drinking, so maybe the two of you are now a bit confused after all you drank lately.

- “you look really pretty today.” he says. he looks kinda dizzy.

- “wow, eren, you too. nice bun.” yo say. it’s true, his man-bun looks so good on him, a couple locks of hair falling from it. also, he looks gorgeous, his eyes shining.

- “should i invite you to a drink?” you shake your head, you know you’ve drank enough today.

- “no, thanks. i think i have more alcohol than plasma on my veins now.” he lets out a little laugh.

- “then what if we go outside and chat a bit? you’re really interesting.”

- actually that’s how he asked you for a second date, but you nod anyway.

- “of course. i would like to know you better. are you single?”

- he nods. he n o d s.

- “What about you?” you nod too.

- “then, is it okay if i ask your number?” you nod twice, giving him your phone. his confused face is a poem.

- “hm, you already have saved a eren jeager with a lot of hearts. you said you were single...”

- was he thinking there are that amount of eren jaegers out there?

jean:

- this was by far the most confusing night of your life.

- you were dancing really close to jean, his tall body behind you, his hands on your shoulders.

- “shouldn’t we go home?” he asks you look at him.

- “hm, you’re inviting me to your home? what an invitation.”

- yeah, hm. you two live together.

- “babe, please, you’ll feel so bad tomorrow.”

- “oh, i like how you call me using pet names. it makes you... more attractive...”

- he didn’t know how to make you realize you’re already dating.

- “come here, i’ll accompany you home.”

- “i thought we were going to yours...” jean sighs and you let out a little laugh. You enter his car, he didn’t drink more than a cola.

- he drives with your messy indications of where you live, even when you’re giving him the direction of your apartment.

- he parks on the garage, and helps you to get out of the car and take the elevator.

- “oh, so we’re going to my house.” he rolls his eyes and you get closer to him, your hands sneaking on his chest. once you’re inside, you smell his scent at your home.

- that confused you even more.

- there are also jackets and sneakers that are too big for you. jean takes out his coat and puts it on the rack. he tells you to give you your coat and so you do.

- “go to the bed, i’ll take a glass of water and an aspirin.”

- “hey, hey, at least ask me where all those things are!”

connie:

- he will play hard on you for not remembering you're dating.

- obviously, he called your attention, and you wanted to talk with him. he ignored you.

- "hey, conn, your shirt looks nice on you." you don't know even how to make coherent comments.

- "yeah, thanks y/n" he says simply, and keeps talking with sasha. you try again.

- "connie can we go and breath a bit outside?" you ask, wishing him to stand up and follow you.

- "i'm also breathing inside, thanks." another syntax error. you feel so silly, and he is laughing so hard.

- he thinks you should take this as a punishment for drinking that much.

- "well, conn, should we go somewhere one of this days?" you ask, the alcohol giving you strenght to say it.

- "i'm in a relationship, sorry." you look at him.

- "but we can go just like friends, not on a date." you say.

- "oh, fine, i'll ask..." he takes out his phone and writes fast. yours rings on your pocket. a message from connie, that has a ring emoji, is on your screen.

- the message says "sweetheart can i go and have a drink with a hot and gorgeous person that has forgot their boyfriend?"

- and now, another one popped up.

- "if tomorrow you don't remember this and you think i'm serious, you were the one asking me out •3•"

levi:

- "i told you to stop drinking or you'll have the worst hangover in years."

- you didn't care and kept drinking. and now you're confused.

- "here, drink a bit of water." Levi says. his eyes are fixed on your neck, looking a pearl of sweat disappearing under your t-shirt. his eyes go then back to yours.

- “you’re really attractive, you know?” he looks at you, his eyebrow raising.

- “enough party for today.”

- “and you have such beautiful eyes.” he sighs. this was way more difficult than he thought.

- “drink some water and... why are you crying?”

- you started to cry in an inconspicuous way, hugging him.

- “you’re so caring... you have such a good personality... and you’re so handsome. i fell in love.”

- well, you did, but months ago. he lets you cry and talk.

- “i hope i had a boyfriend like you.”

- that was a critical hit.

- does that mean he doesn’t treat you that right and now that you can’t remember you’re telling him he’s being a bad boyfriend to you?

- is it just that the alcohol made all your braincells dizzy and useless?

- “i’m your boyfriend.”

- “stop lying, you’re a greek god totally unreachable.”

- you were always this dramatic?

- he’s now thinking a way to punish you slightly after all this theatre.

reiner:

- "but sweetie i am your boyfriend!"

- you look at him, how his big hands move in front of you, trying to explain the situation. you only can think how those hands...

- "y/n!" he says. you look at his eyes again, kinda confused. the alcohol is starting to make you shameless.

- "sorry." you say simply.

- "were you listening?"

- shameless and daring.

- "no, i was thinking you have such a great hands, they could be doing..." he interrupted you abruptly.

- "you say that all nights. and you end grabbing my hand and putting it on your waist."

- you look at him.

- "yeah actually i wanted it a little bit more... down." his cheeks blush a bit.

- “every night.” he sighs.

- yep, you say the same to him every night, but it seems like you forgot about it.

- “do i?” he nods.

- “yes. you do.”

porco:

- probably you forgot he's your boyfriend after a couple cocktails. and forgot him after a couple more.

- he's amazed by the situation, how you look at him like you’ve never seen him, with the same curiosity of the first day you met shining in your eyes.

- he smiles at you and you walk towards him, your legs shaking.

- "wow, be careful, baby." he says, hugging your waist when you almost fall near him. His honey eyes look at you, and you could get lost in them for hours. He smiles.

- "you're kinda daring, aren't you?" you ask, feeling his hot skin against your waist. he laughs.

- "maybe i am, but who fell in my arms?" this was shameless flirting. they way his smirk played with your mind was driving you crazy. he licks his lips softly, and you look how his tongue caresses his bottom lip.

- "it was an accident." the word accident is almost difficult to say after all the alcohol running in your veins. he laughs low.

- "of course, an accident. it wasn't because you wanted to be near me."

- "well, i guess i'm not going to complain on that..."

- "fine, baby." he says. you have little deja vus every time he calls you baby, but they're confusing.

- "have we meet before? i think i saw your face earlier..." you ask. porco laughs hard, his hand still on your waist. he searches something on his jacket, pulling his phone out of the pocket. you look at the wallpaper.

- "do you recognize someone in this pic?" he's kissing you in that pic. does that mean...?

- "wait we're already a couple?"

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star-gamerxox · 3 years

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Daybreaks Birthday/1st Anniversary

So I wanted to start with remaking (sorta) the first drawing I ever did of them, their ref. I also did some adjustments, mostly with daybreak, and changed their pictures to fit my style more now that a lot has changed. When I first drew them, I was still drawing 5-fingered hands. A lot changes in a year.

Im really proud of this except 1 thing… I kinda, sorta, drew Sunrise’s small arm on the wrong side…

KEEP READING FOR MY WRITING, COMIC, AND CREDITS (AND STUFF). I DONT WANNA MAKE THIS POST TOO SUPER LONG SO IM ADDING A CUT TO IT.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of possible death, slight hallucinations (you’ll understand what these are at the end)

Last sentence isn’t the end of the story, If it doesn’t show up, I made a comic to show the ending

“Hey, I know you’re not feeling well but I thought I’d tell you what we did yesterday, that way you can get excited to do it when you’re feeling better!” She smiled at her brother who watched her for a moment but said nothing. He must not have felt like talking.

“We went riding in a hot air balloon yesterday!” Sunrise grabbed her brother's hand with her hand, although she had to pull away to rub her eyes as her other arm, shortened to a nub as always, couldn’t do that for her.

“Papa likes to buy you things when we go out, I bet you noticed them on your dresser,” she giggled and he gave a small nod and managed a smile. His face seemed a bit flushed and she frowned.

“Do you still have a fever?” She stood to feel her brothers forehead, gasping as she nearly tipped over when she lost her balance. She took a step backwards, gasping quietly in shock. She started to shake a bit. Falling over was terrifying for her.

“You okay?” Daybreaks voice sounded like a ghostly whisper. His throat must have hurt him a lot.

“I’m fine Day, don’t worry… do you want anything?” She asked and he shook his head softly. She smiled at him and shifted to sit down next to him, meeting his gaze before sighing.

“How are papa and dad?” He coughed as he whispered those words. She reached out to grab her brothers hand and sighed as she locked eyes with him, her voice shaking.

“Papa doesn’t come home much anymore… he insists that you’re like this because he ‘broke his promise’… Dad had to explain it to me… I was two days old when you nearly died and apparently papa promised you that he’d be a better papa if you were okay… apparently he thinks he broke that promise and that’s why you’re…” she stared at his closed eyes and started to cry. His eyes were closed. They’d been closed for over two years.

“That’s why you’re in a coma!” She had been pretending all that time. Her school counselor said the hallucinations were just how her brain coped with two years of not having her best friend but she just thought she was being petty. She felt selfish. Why could her brain create these moments with her brother but her parents were left to suffer without him.

“Two years Daybreak… why aren’t you awake now? It’s… bubba… you’re fifteen and a half… well not really anymore huh? It’s your sixteenth birthday… you collapsed on my twelfth birthday… it’s not fair.” She balled her hands in his blankets and openly sobbed for a bit.

“Papa is gone and dad is trying so hard to take care of you, me, and help papa with their ‘work’ and finding the cure for papa… but I don’t know what to do anymore. Syntax comes over everyday but I still feel alone.” Her voice cracked. Syntax, Daybreak's best friend from school, was the son of Error and Blue. He had come over everyday since Daybreak went into a coma. He had told Sunrise how his best friend would have gotten pissed at him if he didn’t take care of his little sister while he was gone.

Sunrise was thankful for that. With Syntax around all the time, he had become her best friend too, only having to ‘compete’ with Starbow, her childhood best friend. (Starbow by @seertale)

“Yesterday, while Syntax was changing your IVs, i was talking with Starbow and dad… I jokingly acted like I could raise objects… things actually started to lift… we got all excited until we heard static from your room. Syntax had just glitched out than crashed… I still don’t have magic… papa and dad always say that they much prefer my affliction of the curse compared to yours… I’m just magicless and missing half an arm…. You are partially blind because you nearly died at 18 months, and now are in a coma again…” she hiccuped and leaned her head against his bed.

“Bubba… please wake up… please…” unannounced to her, there was a faint orange glow falling with her tears and a faint glow around her hands as she begged her brother to wake up.

“Sunrise! I made dinner! Come on,” she glanced up, standing to see Syntax at the door. She wiped away her tears as he sighed.

“Come on… let’s eat…” he whispered.

“Give me a minute then I’ll be out…” she whispered, after a moment he nodded and walked back into the main part of the house, she sat back down next to her brother, starting to cry once more and her fingers dug into her brothers blankets, barely realizing that her magic was appearing… and she had no clue what it was about to do.

okay so this project with just above took me about 4, close to 5 hours. But then add about 45 minutes cause i drew all that little whispy ‘magic’ on the line art and I wanted a picture without that… here is said picture without the effects

credits:

Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here

dream belongs to Joku

cross belongs to Jaeki

my kiddos belong to me

syntax belongs to me

starbows credits are in the reading

also tagging @turtleduckrabbit because why not, it used to be the hub for dark cream kid stuff, idk if it is as much anymore but still.

#daybreak #Sunrise #dark cream kids #dark cream #happy birthday Daybreak

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holycow99 · 3 years

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石田お寿司 12/9/21 stream translation Part 8

This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.

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(t/n: ** means translation may not be accurate.)

*He started drawing choujin X.

I: I’m gonna do my work. It’s gonna be a work streaming onwards. Whoever is sleepy can sleep.

*Showing the screen.

I: This is the 2nd chapter. I’m doing this for the magazine. Even though I’ve done this chapter before, I’m still drawing it. This is what I’ve been doing. Pitiful, isn’t it? I’m doing this because I want to though. Then, I’m gonna casually draw this for a bit.

C: Looks tough.

I: Not at all. Which page should I do? So exciting!

I: The bgm is called Cry by Queen Bee.

I: I wasn’t told to do this by Young Jump or anything. I voluntarily wanted to do it. I asked them to let me do it.

C: Tell us your favourite panel.

I: Hmm…I wonder. I don’t know.

I: I’ve been doing the manuscript by myself, along with the background as a challenge. When I was able draw the background pretty well, I thought, surprisingly, working this way was better. So, I got carried away and had fun drawing them. I drew too much to the point the pages piled up. It didn’t need these many pages. You can’t have these many pages for the comic, so it’s difficult. The 70 something pages for chapter 2 is gonna be compressed to fit the magazine. I feel embarrassed. I was like “what is this super big spread?!”

I: My goal is to update 3 chapters this month while creating chapter 2 ver 2, and there are coloured parts in between the pages for the magazine. I’m not supposed to do that either… It’s troublesome.

*Someone commented there’s a weird URL. (t/n: the highlight of the stream.)

I: There’s a weird URL? Should I delete it? Which one? Oh, it’s an R-18 URL. “Hot Girls and Boys”. This is definitely an adult URL! Maybe I should check out. Hahaha! I’ll pin this message! What should I do with it? Then…I’m blocking it.

C: Sensei, check it out for us.

I: I’ll take a look at it for a bit later. The virus might corrupt my manuscripts.

C: That’ll be a problem.

I: Do you mean me pinning the message? Oh, you mean my manuscript getting corrupted. That’s okay. It’ll be a corrupted version of chapter 2. The virus version. I have to quickly make ver.3 if that happens. Choujin X adult ver. Adult sites often put X in their URL. That kind of info came out when I searched about the letter ‘X’. Therefore, I wanna do that kind of collaboration, please. I’ll be waiting for it. To shueisha, To Ninohara Matsuo, please make it happen. I’m looking forward to your cooperation.

*Someone commented for him to try get his files corrupted by adult site’s virus for the 30,000 commemoration.

I: That’s a good idea! Try getting corrupted by pc virus. Let’s do it, by all means. Don’t hesitate to tell me any sites filled with virus.

*People commented they can see the comment being pinned.

I: It’s because it’s being pinned. Really? I can’t even unpin it! Why? Amazing. The comment is strong. How about If I randomly pin another comment? Is there any interesting comment? MM, comment something interesting.

*The comments had already been unpinned.

I: I don’t know whether MM is still here or not. They must use the word ‘On the contrary’ in the comment. Something like, “On the contrary, adult sites are…” That person only comment contradictory stuffs.

C: MM’s syntax.

I: That’s a nice one. “On the contrary,…” even though it isn’t. Has MM gone? I’m curious. Maybe he’s thinking of what “on the contrary” stuff to comment. “On the contrary, open the URL.” Haha. “On the contrary, try getting corrupted by the virus.” On the contrary, how about I spread the virus to you guys? You’ll see adult stuffs if you open it.

*Someone commented Ishida would be on Yahoo News if that happened.

I: That’s good. Let’s do it. I’ll add trying to spread the virus into the 30,000 subscribers’ commemoration proposal.

C: I can’t handle the virus.

I: That’s right. The pc will be heavy if there’s virus.

*Someone asked why he wanted to be a mangaka.

I: I’ve told this before, but because I didn’t wanna get a job. I thought it’d be easy being a mangaka. Then, I thought of retiring when I was in my 30s after I’ve earned enough money. Haha. I thought of having an easy life. These were my thoughts when I was 19. But reality is…how do I put it? There’s still more to life.

C: Is it as what you’ve planned?

I: Is it? I did become a mangaka. I’m amazed by that fact. I wondered whether I was gonna be one when I was aiming for it. I thought of being a mangaka and I really did become one.

C: What anime did you obsessed with lately?

I: I don’t have one. I’ve been watching movies only. I watch them if the anime is the laid-back, calming type.

*Ishida mentioned that Goubaru started doing something so passionately, but he couldn’t understand why Goubaru’s doing it. Goubaru tried to explain to Ishida but he was unable to understand what he’s doing anymore in the end. Ishida ended up giving advice to Goubaru.

(t/n: I couldn’t translate the part above properly, so I just summarized it.)

* The adult websites comment came back in the chat.

I: It’s here again. This thing is super famous. I’ve blocked them though. Should I block it? How should I do it? Report it or using moderator? What is moderator? Something like a management or some sort? Would it disappear if I report it?

C: Moderator is someone who’d ban it for you.

I: I see. A guard. That’s good. But if the moderator is a nasty person, like S******, they’ll ban stuffs randomly. They’ll be playing around with it.

*Talking about the weird comment again.

I: Erotic websites also appear in my stream. Isn’t it amazing? The only thing I’ve got before was a URL for a ramen blog. I should’ve taken a look at the site secretly after that. It was a ramen blog, but the name of the blog was something related to excretion.

*Ishida imitating the ramen blog’s comment.

I: “I’ve written reviews about ramen that I ate.” The content is okay, but the blog name is…, but he might’ve been a good person. But he’s probably not if he put out his url there. Like what are you trying to promote? I’m still regretting not taking a look at it.

*Ishida finding page to draw.

I: I’ll draw this. It looks fun. Is it okay for me to show these drawings? Well, you’re gonna read this in Tonari Young Jump in the end. I’ve drawn it, so it’s okay.

C: Until what time are you gonna stream?

I: I haven’t decided it.

C: You’ve been streaming for almost 4 hours.

I: That’s nice. This can be a record.

*Someone asked if he’s day and night became reverse when working at home.

I: Yes, definitely. That’s basically what’s happening now. I’m currently a nocturnal maybe. I wake up at wrong hours.

*Searching for bgm

C: Please play something that wouldn’t get you banned.

I: I won’t be banned, but I’ll get a copyright notice, just like Juuzou’s video. I got a notice saying I wasn’t allowed to monetise the video. I wasn’t going to. I can’t play songs I usually play because of the copyright.

C: Try getting your account banned for the commemoration project.

C: Copyright is bothersome.

I: You can’t help it. Everyone is protected that way.

*Ishida forgetting Chandra/Chandler’s outfit.

I: Did he wear a tie? He does, doesn’t he? Ah, he does.

C: It looks like Animal Rap at a glance.

I: Quite a while ago, I forgot if it was the drawing stream or not, I was drawing while animal rap videos were playing, right? During the night of the day chapter 2 was released probably, I did a streaming with animal rap videos playing on the screen. I said I wanted to see the final battle. I thought of uploading animal rap video after the stream. Now, I can start uploading them. I’ll upload animal rap video while drawing Choujin X. Need to see the conclusion of it. Are you guys anticipating it? Haha. I’m the one who anticipates it the most.

C: I wan you to bring back the Vtuber.

I: That thing? It’s a nuisance. Hahaha.

C: Is the name of the smoke guy supposed to be Chandra or it is translation error?

I: Is there translation error? I don’t know though.

I: I’ve drawn until B Block’s match for Animal Rap. The 2nd match is over, so another 4 matches to go? Or 3 matches? Huh? Let me scribble (the matches’ chart) , since I’m dumb. It’s like this, right? Until which match did I draw? I’ve drawn the B Block’s matches but I haven’t uploaded them yet. So, I have another 3 matches. So fast! The first match was super long.

*Someone wanted Animal Rap to continue forever.

I: That’s tough. Endless stuffs are tough. It’s good because it ends.

Part 9

#ishida sui #tokyo ghoul #jack jeanne #choujin x #chojin x #ishida sushi channel

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emoryinaboat · 3 years

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Idk if we were only allowed rare-pairs or something (couldn't find anything about what was allowed?) , but i'm having a sad day so if you want to, maybe some soft sufin (sweden and finland) headcanons? if possible, soft and sweet ones, please?

Hello I am very sorry you had a bad day, I hope you’re feeling better now, here you go friend.

- Berwald isn't good with verbal affection at all, he's more "I'm gonna stare at you with what I'm interpreting as a pleading face but is most likely being perceived as a murder glare until you come sit in my lap and let me use you as a pillow".

- The whole "wife" thing is a dumb thing that Timo and Mathias said jokingly a couple hundred years ago and Berwald is just never letting Timo live it down.

- Timo is fully capable of carrying Berwald. Timo will not let people forget this. Timo will literally come up behind Berwald and pick him up onto his shoulders and hold him like that for like 5 whole minutes while Berwald carries on whatever conversation he was in.

- Timo likes stealing Berwald's glasses and doing awful impersonations of him. It's also fun because Berwald's blind squint face is kind of adorable.

- Both of them are terrible cooks. Both of them think their own cooking is great. Both of them think each other's cooking is awful. They either get takeout or cook their own meals. The other Nordics are very exasperated by this system.

- Berwald used to "accidentally" leave like 3/4 of the alcohol on the top shelf in an attempt to stop Timo from getting completely wasted (once Timo starts he doesn't stop until he passes out). This backfired because Timo tried to climb the pantry shelves, fell over and cracked his head against the tiled floor and gave himself a concussion.

- Berwald is a really great storyteller and tells Peter amazing bedtime stories about Vikings and gods. It's an unspoken battle between him and Arthur for Best Storyteller in Peter's life.

- Timo is scarier than Berwald when he's half-asleep. He talks like a possessed child in a horror film. He used to make Emil cry when he was small. At this point Berwald just wraps him in a blanket, sits him on the counter, responds to everything Timo says with a "'that's nice" and shoves coffee at him.

- When Timo get's sick, he adamantly refuses to stay in bed and take it easy. Berwald knows when this happens and physically carries him to bed and manages to convince him to stay there with the good old 'telling him you're worried about him because of how much you love him'. Timo is the only person he can take care of.

- Timo can get literally anything he asks for. By simply asking. Because whenever he asks for anything, he unintentionally gives the most heart-wrenching puppy-eyes known to man and Berwald physically can not say no.

- They're both aggressively protective. If they catch anyone stepping up to the other, they will raise hell.

- If you think Timo doesn't smack Berwald's ass just to see him syntax error and blush, then you are sorely mistaken.

- They unironically go to Ikea for the food.

- Berwald laughs and smiles infinitely more than when he's with Timo. Timo absolutely melts whenever that little realization strikes him.

- Berwald fears Timo in the most healthy way possible, like in the way you respect them to the point of knowing that anyone who fucks with them will never see the light of day again.

#hetalia #hws hetalia #aph hetalia #sufin

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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years

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“One of the Boys” (M.C)

Pairings: Michael Clifford X Reader

Summary: College!AU ~ Friends to Lovers. You and Michael are best friends since forever, that’s why you feel the need to hide your crush on him. But when he makes a hurtful comment, you are determined to prove him wrong. Could that be enough to make him love you?

Warnings: The reader uses she/her pronouns, I’m sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable with that, it was not my intention. Angst with fluffy parts. Language, low self esteem issues, cheating (a little bit, it depends on how you view it) one sexual reference and some grammar and syntax errors (English it’s not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 5.5K

Author’s Note: My first Michael Fic! I waited so long and it’s finally here ✨ This is slyghtly based on a personal experience (mine didn’t have this ending) I hope you like it! Feedback, reblogs and comments are always welcomed, I love to hear from you guys 💕 You can read my other works HERE 🦋

You had to admit it, you weren’t exactly a very ‘feminine’ girl. But that the hell was wrong with that? Yes, you preferred leggings and big hoodies over skirts and tight dresses. Yes, you skateboarded everyday to school and hanged out with boys all the time, drinking beers instead of fancy little cocktails. Yes, you never really cared about boy bands or artists like Justin Bieber or Drake. And yes, you would rather die than have high heels on for more than 2 hours straight. But that’s just who you are, how you’ve always been. His comment shouldn’t have hurt that much, but why are you crying about it?

You have been roomates with Michael since you two started college. You always joked about how you were going to live together someday and have a fridge full of junk food and soda. Well, now you do (except from the junk food part, that proved to be an awful experience)

To be honest, you didn’t have that many friends besides him and your other four knuckleheads you know and love from your early school days. Luke was the youngest of all of you, and maybe that’s why everybody thought he was the innocent one (even though he was the mastermind of almost every prank you ever pulled) Calum was the shy one, as people would put it, but just get to know him a little bit and you wouldn’t be able to shut him up. Ashton is supposedly the mature one, but his quick-witted mind and his inability of staying put in a place gives him the same amount of energy as a five year old. And then there was Michael, your best friend, there isn’t a time in your life where Michael wasn’t by your side, weather it was for pulling a prank on someone, skipping school or just playing video games in his basement, he was always there. So moving in together was a no brainer.

The friendship consisted on having the same level of confidence as an old married couple, trusting each other with everything, nothing being off limits, well, except for one thing…

You and Michael were friends and nothing more. That was clear for both of you. For years you both ignored the teasing and assumptions of you guys being a couple. Just the idea of it seeming so absurd to even imagine. But there’s a fine line between love and friendship.

Over the last few years, you began to think that the idea of being Michael’s girlfriend didn’t sound so bad after all. It was impossible to pin the pivotal point of that thought, but somehow somewhere along the road, you started to feel more flustered every time he leaned into a hug, felt butterflies in your stomach with each look he speared your way or how he said your name with such a caring tone. You found yourself thinking of him more often than not, especially on how his arms would look around you waist, how it will feel to be loved by him, to kiss him…

But you couldn’t think like that, not about your best friend. So it’s better to keep it hidden in the deepest part of your soul, praying to whoever’s above that it will go away soon, but when does that ever work?

Maybe that’s why his comment hurt so bad.

It was a lazy Monday, you didn’t have to work today and that meant you could spend your afternoon beating Michael’s ass in video games. But you couldn’t concentrate with your thoughts wandering over the man who owns your heart. It was the third time you let him win in Mario Kart when he caught on your mood.

“You really suck today, huh?” Michael asked as he watches Mario celebrate yet another victory.

“Or maybe you’re finally getting good” You replied, resting your head lazily in one hand, not taking your eyes from the screen.

Michael furrowed his brows, worrying as he heard a light sigh come out of your lips “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, but you don’t seem to hear him, so he accommodates himself on the couch in order to look at you properly and puts a hand on your leg, just right above the knee “Y/N?”

“Huh?” You say, finally lifting your gaze in order to meet his and oh, how you wish you didn’t. Lost in the sea of those green eyes that consumed every thought of your mind, you felt yourself blushing under him and trying very hard not to think on his hand touching your thigh “What? No, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Liar. You let me win, that never happens. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong”

“Y/N,”

“Nothing’s wrong, Michael. I swear”

His eyes scanned you, knowing damn well something was up.

“Well,” He said, patting your leg, softly “If you’re not gonna tell me… Then I will make you”

Before you could even comprehend what he meant by that, he was already leaning over your figure with a devilish grin as his hands traveled to your sides and started tickling you mercilessly.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you couldn’t contain the laughter that came over you. Begging him to stop, you tried to escape his grip, but it wasn’t the first time this had happened and you know this is a fight you can’t. Michael joined in laughter as he came closer to you, pinning you under him on the sofa.

But suddenly, his movements stop as he becomes very aware of the position you’re in. You give one last laugh before turning to face him, only to find him already staring at you. You shudder under his gaze as you realize the way his legs are intertwined with yours, wondering if it’s his cellphone on the pocket of his shorts or something else is brushing up against your lower body.

Michael’s eyes never leave yours as your breath becomes even. And he couldn’t help but notice the way that your lips parted slightly, almost inviting him for a taste.

“Hey, dude, sorry to bother you but.. Oh shit, you’re fucking on the couch?” A voice came through the door, making you push Michael onto the floor before getting caught in that position. Raising your head over the sofa, you were met by Ashton and Luke’s grin disappearing from their faces as your face came to view “Oh, it’s just Y/N. WAIT, Were you fucking Y/N?!”

Rolling your eyes and giving them the middle finger, you stand up from the couch, regretting ever giving them a key in the first place, and went straight to the bathroom, trying to hide the red of your cheeks.

But just before you could close the door, you heard Michael say “What are you talking about? It Y/N! She’s practically one of the boys!”

He didn’t mean to hurt you. He had good intentions with that comment, of course he did. But you couldn’t stop overthinking it, crying at the thought of you being so unattractive in his eyes.

“So he wants a girly girl?” You thought, already planning a strategy “I’ll show him, then”

That’s how it started. You began to wear the dresses that were long forgotten on your wardrobe, you started using makeup and styling your hair in something other than a messy bun.

It was confusing at first and not at all what you were used to, but there was a new energy surrounding you, a confident one. You were going to show Michael that you could be feminine, maybe that way he’ll notice you in a ‘more than just a friend’ kinda way.

The first time the boys saw you with your new look they were all sharing breakfast in your kitchen. With your apartment being closer to campus they might as well move in.

“Good morning, guys” You said cheerfully, not looking at anyone in particular.

They all stared at you, looking at you up and down. And just before you could reach the cereal box, the questions started coming.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Y/N why are you dressed like a girl? IS THAT MAKE UP?”

“Do you have a date? It’s 8 am on a Tuesday! Who are they? Vampires?”

“Who are you and what did you do to our Y/N?”

“Is the simulation broken?”

“Shhh” You said, raising the palm of your hand as you poured cereal in a bowl “It’s too damn early for any of you to do that much noise and I haven’t had my coffee yet” As in que, Ashton passed you your usual mug “Thank you, and to answer some of your inquiries. 1) Nothing’s going on, Calum. 2) I happen to be a girl, Luke. Thank you for noticing. 3) I do not have a date, nor I should use that as an excuse to put on some nice clothes. I just,, felt like it” You took a long sip from the hot beverage “The simulation broke down a long time ago and I’m still me. I’m just wearing different clothes, that’s all. Right, Mikey?”

Michael choked with his toast, coughing as he tried to gain some composure “Yeah, you look… great” He said with a shy smile, and he was right. The others joined in with the compliments, hyping and teasing you about how he will have to be more protective of you because you will sure bring home some hot dates looking like that.

It’s been a couple of weeks since that morning and everyday Michael complimented you. You’d be lying if you say that every word he says doesn’t fill your heart with butterflies. Maybe there’s a possibility that he feels the same way.

It was a pretty uneventful evening in the little coffee shop where you worked. You didn’t have many clients today, so the dim lights and the sweet voice of Hozier that blasted through the speakers allowed you to daydream. Michael’s face popped out in your mind, smiling as you remembered the way that he looked at you this morning. Finally proving that you were more than just “One of the boys”

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the bell chime when the door opened, only waking up when you saw those same eyes that had you smiling just a minute ago standing in front of you, staring at you as well.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Nothing much” You shrug “Just the same amount of pain and tiredness of the average college experience” Michael rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. That’s when a giggle caught your attention.

The most beautiful woman you ever laid your eyes on was standing next to Michael. She had the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and her wavy hair complemented her face like an angel. She sure didn’t seem real, how did you not notice her when she entered? Were you really that busy focusing on Michael?

“I can totally relate to that” The girl said with a smile, god even her smile was perfect.

“Y/N, this is Veronica. Veronica, Y/N” Michael introduced.

You smiled politely at her and she did the same “Oh, the famous Y/N! I heard a lot about you, I can’t wait to get to know you better”

Um, what? Michael has been talking about you? To her? You couldn’t tell if it was good or a bad sign.

“Really? Well, don’t believe anything he says. Unless they are good things, then he’s right”

“Okay! Thank you, Y/N” He interrupted, mocking annoyance “I’ll take my usual please, darling. And she will have…”

“Just a mocha, please”

You nodded “Coming right up” You smiled at her as she walked to a table. Michael leaned over the counter and whispered.

“Could you do one of those drawing people do in the coffee? She will love that. Thanks.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek and walked away, sitting close to Veronica in one of the booths just before he could notice the way your cheeks turned to a much brighter red.

An hour passes. Then two. Then two and a half. And you were standing there, acting as a witness of their chemistry. You cursed yourself as your eyes drifted towards them, watching them laugh and talk about life. It was clear that Michael was enchanted by her, moving closer and closer every time, and you could tell the feeling was mutual as she laid her delicate hand on his.

Of course Michael would go for the pretty girls. Veronica was gorgeous, you couldn’t pinpoint a single defect on that girl, not even with a magnifying glass and you hated that. You hated the fact that he brought her here, you hated the fact that you have to work while his love story unfolds like a Taylor Swift song, you hated that it you weren’t the one sitting next to him, talking about dreams and how everything just collides perfectly within the universe. But that’s not your story.

“Earth calling Y/N?” A voice calls in front of you “Hello?”

You blink a few times and stare at the tall blond man waving his hand in front of your face “Sorry, Luke. Didn’t see you there” You excuse yourself “What can I get for you?”

“The usual, but this time with at least four more shots of espresso. I have to put an all nighter again cause I have that stupid presentation and you are not listening to me again”

“Sorry, what? Four shots of espresso, yeah.” Your gaze averted his “Anything else?”

“Okay, what’s going on?” Luke followed where your eyes led and soon he was, too, staring at the reason of your distraction “Oh”

Out of the four of them, Luke was the only one who knew about your feelings for Michael. He was always very supportive and didn’t pressure you into confessing right away, knowing it must be hard for you. So he can’t imagine what is going on inside your head right now, watching the man you love on a date.

“He didn’t tell me he had a date” You told him.

“He mentioned this morning” Luke added “Said he met her at one of his classes and that she seemed cool. So he asked her out. He never told us he would bring her here “You clenched your jaw, trying to keep the tears at bay. Luke noticed that “I’m sorry, love. I thought he told you about it”

“She is gorgeous, Luke”

“She’s not you, though” You scoffed.

“Exactly”

“Y/N…”

“I’m fine,” You lied “Really, I’m okay. It was a silly crush anyway. And plus, look how happy he looks”

And it was true. Michael did look very happy chatting and flirting with Veronica. His smile reaching his eyes as she spoke and laugh at all his jokes. He truly must like her, and you… Well, some people are just meant to be the side character of another person’s story.

Luke let out a sigh, knowing well enough to assume you are just going to bury your feelings like you always do “He will soon realize what he’s missing”

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Well, six months passed and he still hasn’t realized. It’s been six month since that fateful evening where you got your heart broken by the man you love. It’s been six months since Veronica has been a constant part of your daily life, sleeping over, joining on movie nights and replaced your spot next to your best friend. It’s been six months of dressing more ‘girly’, wearing make-up and doing your nails, all of it trying to call Michael’s attention, to make you look more like Veronica, more like someone you are not. And all of that for what? You still ended up crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

Luke has been there for you all this time, letting you crash in his place whenever she came over and trying to distract you from the heartache by making jokes or goofing around, sometimes even letting you stay the night just to talk or cry or whatever you needed.

Tonight, however, it was a special night. Michael texted you saying that he finally found the movie you were dying to see for years! It was a special straight to dvd movie with Betty White that you remember it being your favorite growing up but you could never find it anywhere. And to say that you were ecstatic when Michael suggested a movie night for the two of you, would be an understatement.

You got the popcorn ready, ordered some pizzas and the ice cream was in the freezer. It was the first time in months that you would have time alone with Michael and, honestly, you missed him like crazy. Yes, you know he lives there, but it’s been a while since you guys actually talked or shared a good laugh together. Putting your feelings towards him aside, you just missed your best friend.

Suddenly, the bell rang. It wasn’t uncommon for Michael to forget his keys, so you weren’t really surprised.

“How many times do I have to tell you that we bought you that keychain for a reason and-“ But it wasn’t Michael standing at the door “Veronica.. I thought you were Michael”

The girl smiled, (really, not even a chip tooth?) “Yeah, he told me he’ll be a little late and that I should just go ahead” She said as she made her way into the apartment.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I love movie night!”

He invited her. It was a moment for the two of you and he invited her.

You couldn’t be mad, could you? She’s his girlfriend, after all. She could be here and he had every right to invite her, but… But it still hurt. You thought you’d be spending the evening with your best friend, he said you would. It was a special movie for the both of you, why invite her?

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” Veronica said, pulling you away from your mind.

“Uh, sure”

“I have to admit, I was really intimidated by you”

“By me? Why?”

“Well, when Michael talked about you I always thought I had to compete for his attention. It was always Y/N this, Y/N that… He assured me that you were just friends, but I didn’t believe him until I met you. I love that he has a friend like you. You really mean a lot to him so, thank you”

You nodded and muttered a “no problem”

She was right, you were just a friend of Michael’s. Why did you ever think you could be more? Especially with someone like her in his life? It was foolish, it was crazy. He would never look at you the same so, why keep trying?

“So, what are we watching?”

“Oh, um… I don’t know. I’m not staying” You said, hiding the pain in your voice.

“But Michael told me-“

“I’m spending the night at Luke’s today. I totally forgot”

You rushed out of the living room and went straight to your room, letting the tears fall as you started packing for a few days. You needed to get away as soon as possible. You couldn’t handle staying here at the moment, it hurt too much.

Just as you were packing the last pieces of clothing, you heard Michael opening the front door. And surely, a few moments later he was pushing yours open.

“What do you mean you’re not staying tonight?” He barged in.

Your back was facing him, so you couldn’t see him, you didn’t want to see him, but he sounded hurt. Quickly, you wiped your tears with the back of the hand and tried to muttered something close to an unbothered tone.

“I’m going to Luke’s”

“You always go to Luke’s, are you two a thing or something? Because you seem to live there more than here”

You let out a small laugh, was he really that dense?

“There’s nothing going on between me and Luke-“

“Then why are you always in his place?”

“It’s none of your business”

“Well, Y/N it is. It is because I wanted you to spend the night because we rarely see each other anymore and now you’re ditching me again!”

He raised his voice a bit, clearly frustrated and confused. That alone made your anger take the best of you.

“Oh please, as if you really want me here”

Michael frowned “What does that suppose to mean?”

“Why did you invite her?”

“Veronica? She’s my girlfriend, I though-“

“I know that she’s your girlfriend, I get it. It’s just-“ You took a deep breath, trying not to cry or scream or both “It’s just that tonight was special, and I wanted to share that with my best friend. Only with my best friend. But I feel like everytime we try to do something together she’s always there and-“

“You don’t like her?”

“What? No, that’s the worst part. I actually think she’s great” You turned around and closed your bag, ready to leave “Michael I’m not going start a fight, I’m going to stay with Luke for a while. Don’t wait up”

You made your way out of the room, but before you could reach the door Michael’s hand grabbed you by the arm, making you stop.

“Michael” You warned “Let me go”

“No, wait. What do you mean with ‘that’s the worst part’?”

“I’m not having this conversation right now.”

“Yes, you are” Michael made you turn around. You were now looking at him in the eyes, he seemed hurt but you,, oh, you were in pain “Y/N, what is going on? You’ve been avoiding me lately, you’re not staying home, you don’t talk to me anymore, you’re dressing differently and sneaking out everytime I’m here. Is it because of Veronica?” You shook your head, slightly “Then what is it? Why are you pulling away from me?”

“Because it’s too damn hard!” You say looking away from him, unable to contain the tears any longer.

Michael’s eyes winded at your answer. His lips parted in surprise at your sudden outburst, wanting nothing more than to hold you but knowing you won’t let him.

“What?”

“You don’t get it, do you? No, you never did” You cry silent tears as your voice comes barely above a whisper “I can’t stay here because it hurts. Everytime I’m here she’s here too, like a reminder of everything I’m not. And I’ve tried-“ you choke “I tried to look more pretty, to be more ‘girly’ and feminine, losing myself every day. Hoping that maybe you’ll notice”

“Notice what?” Michael said softly.

You let out a breath.

“That I’m in love with you, you idiot”

Michael was taken aback by your answer, but he still wasn’t letting go of your arm. You love him? That’s what’s this all about?

“But I know you don’t feel the same. You never did and you never will. After all, I’m just Y/N. Just ‘one of the boys’ am I not?” He didn’t respond “It’s okay, I came to terms with that, I wouldn’t expect you to say something anyways” You released yourself from his grip and grabbed the last bag that laid on your bed “I’ll stay with Luke tonight and I’ll pick up my stuff in a few days”

Michael shook his head, as if he just realized what you just said “Wait, you’re moving?”

“What do you want me to do, Michael? Stay here? Pretend that things will be the same after this?! Go and have a movie night with your girlfriend and say that everything’s okay when I’m tearing myself apart in front of you?” You ask out of anger “I can’t do that, Michael. I need time”

“Y/N-“

“Why do you care anyways? I’m not a main character in your life. I’m not the type of girl you would fall for, or that you would consider feminine enough. I’m not pretty enough or funny enough and I’m tired of that. I’m tired of being an afterthought”

You turned around, already reaching for the doorknob when Michael’s hand wrapped around your waist, twisting you so your back was pressed against the door and your eyes were on him.

“Y/N, you were never an afterthought” He breathed close to you.

“Michael, what are yo-“

“Stay, please” But before you could say anything else, you felt his lips on yours.

The kiss was everything you dreamed it would be. Fast, rough and passionate. His hands traveled down your spine as he deepened the kiss, getting more needy by the second. Your hands flew to his neck, bringing him even closer, wanting to feel every part of him. You wanted to let yourself go, to fill these long needed desire. But you couldn’t forget about the girl waiting in the living room.

With all the strength you could manage, you pushed Michael away from you as the tears came flooding down again.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You spat at him in anger “You can’t do that to me. You can’t just kiss me and expect to fix everything. Who do you think I am?” You could tell he was trying to say something, but you were not in the mood to listen “I won’t let you do this to me. I won’t let you do this to her. I’m leaving, Michael. Get your shit together”

And with that, you ran through the door and didn’t look back.

A few hours later, you were settled in with Luke in his apartment. When you arrived, you asked him to please not say anything, that you weren’t ready to talk just yet. He just nodded and let you in.

You cried on his shoulders for what it felt like an eternity. Your head was pounding and your voice was hoarse. You’ve never felt so heartbroken before.

“C-can I stay here for a while? Until I find my own place?” You asked him.

“Of course, darling” Luke said, kissing your head “Take all the time you need”

You stayed like that for a while. He comforting you through your silent tears until you fell asleep.

A week passes by and you are not feeling any better. You haven’t been sleeping well and you’re barely eating despite Luke’s pleads. Ashton and Calum showed up one day to check up on you, but you still refused to talk about it. Maybe you were embarrassed, maybe the memory of that kiss was too recent, too painful to talk about. Maybe you just didn’t know how.

One night you fell asleep on the living room, the TV working as the background noise that drowned your thoughts. You were peacefully dreaming for the first time in days when the sound of muffled voices woke you up. You were still laying in the sofa, but Luke was nowhere in sight. That’s until you heard him talk.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea”

“Please, I need to talk to her” the other man pleaded.

Michael was standing at the door. He looked like a complete wreck. His hair was undone and a bit greasy from ruffling it with his fingers way too much, his eyes were bloodshot and glossy, still fighting to contain the tears in front of his friend.

“Look, man. I love you, but she doesn’t need this right now and-“

“Let him in, Luke”

The two tall men turned towards you. You were standing behind the sofa, your eyes never leaving Michael’s. Luke simply nodded and headed to his room, giving you the privacy you needed.

“I’ll be there if you need me” He said to you.

You muttered a small ‘Thank you’ to him before fixing your gaze upon Michael. He was still frozen by the door, unsure on how to say what he has to say.

Letting out a breath, you decided to break the ice “Michael-“

“I broke up with her” He said in one breath.

“You what?!”

“The night you left,,, I-I broke up with her because I couldn’t keep lying to myself anymore”

“What do you mean?”

He hesitantly took a step closer to you, afraid that he was overstepping again.

“All this time, for years, I’ve been avoiding my own feelings. Tucked them away at the farthest corner in my closet, hoping that they’ll fade soon. I couldn’t cope with them, I was too afraid to.

‘“I told myself that I was being foolish, immature and downright stupid for thinking that the girl I love would love me back. How could she? She was beautiful, shared my sense of humor, my interests and she was extremely cool. I told myself that a girl like that could never want me. But, strangely, she did, as a friend. And I was content with that, at least I would have her be part of my life.

‘“So I hid my feelings until I couldn’t see them, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t feel them. And every day I would remind myself that she was my friend and I was beyond lucky for that. I kept letting myself down on a daily basis, trying to keep the thoughts away, hoping that one day I could believe them. But I never thought of the consequences my actions had towards the girl.

‘“Y/N, when you left I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like a vital part of me was missing and you took it away with you. And I deserved it, I truly did. Y/N, I was an asshole”

“Michael,”

“No, I was. Hearing you say those things about yourself, like you were broken and needed to be fixed, it broke my heart, darling” His voice broke at the end, fighting helplessly to contain the tears that were burning behind his eyes “I- I never meant for you to think that I didn’t love you for who you were. That you needed to change in order to get me to like you. You shouldn’t change for anyone, love, you are absolutely perfect the way you are. You always have been and always will be.

‘“Y/N, you were never just ‘one of the boys’, you are my best friend, my soulmate and the best thing that has ever happened to me by far. I’ve always known that, but I was just too much of a coward to let it show and I’m sorry.

‘“When you told me you loved me, god. Y/N, I’ve never felt so happy and confused at the same time! I couldn’t fanthom the thought of you loving me, it seemed surreal after so many years of telling myself that it was impossible, almost like a cruel joke. But you did, and I could tell by your eyes that it was true, and I hated myself for that. I hated the fact that I was hurting you instead of loving you like I wanted to. I hated the fact that you felt like you had to leave in order for you to fix what I broke. I hated that I ruined our first kiss by a stupid impulse because you didn’t deserve that. You deserve the world and I was so scared of the fact that I might’ve lost the chance to be able to give it to you.

‘“ I broke up with her the night you left. It wasn’t fair to you, to her or to me to keep denying my feelings any longer. And I know that I don’t deserve it, but I’m standing here to ask you for forgiveness. I’m sorry that I made you feel less than you are. I’m sorry that I broke your heart. I’m sorry that I wasn’t brave enough to tell you this the moment you walked out the door that night. I will keep apologizing for the rest of my life if necessary, Y/N. But I just- I just don’t want to lose you”

You were standing in front of him. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you took in everything he said to you.

He loved you.

He loves you.

And you love him.

Michael was staring at his feet, too afraid to look up and see the disappointment in your face. To scared to lose you and everything you meant to him. Maybe coming here was a mistake, maybe you don’t want to know anything about him anymore. And he deserved that.

“Well,” You finally say, swallowing the lump in your throat “You still owe me that movie night”

His eyes light up as he saw you smiling at him. He returned it by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. Leaning so your lips could met again.

Smiling into the kiss, you swore that you will never let go of the other again.

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danni-dollarsign · 3 years

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HEY here’s Danni yet again ranting about writing bc all I ever do is read books on writing and stare at my WIPS and cry. I’m gonna ramble a bit on word choice and how I personally like to go about that, since I keep running into “USE THESE WORDS INSTEAD” posts and wanted to deposit my thoughts to anyone particularly interested in ‘em.

Ok, so a lot of times I come across those Tumblr posts that are like “Use any of these words other than this general one in your writing!” and I legit always look at the list of “synonyms” and about half of those words do not have close enough definitions to be used interchangeably. Words used irresponsibly can result in just as much dissonance as bland/basic word choice, so nothing is gained. But as a pretentious, flowery writer who loves romantic and poetic prose, I can’t deny the importance of varying word choice. So, what do we do? If these posts give the impression of simply listing the synonyms list of commonly used words that I can’t just switch out easily, how can I change my word choice to keep the flow and avoid stagnancy?

Allow me to offer a pretty boring but still important standard for your consideration: Try to refrain from switching up word choice just for the sake of switching up word choice.

It’s definitely good to incorporate a wide vocabulary in your writing, not just to retain the interest of your readers, but also fosters language development and comprehension skills for yourself! But at the end of the day, if you’re looking up synonyms for a word and none of their definitions really fit the idea you’re going for, then you’ve already got the perfect word. Use language deliberately, and use it well.

BUT!!! What if you still want to vary verbiage, but your story’s context/scene are making you feel trapped in a specific realm of generic words. Here’s another one that I almost always use in my stuff -- and it’s Re-thinking your scene to generate more evocative language.

This strategy is sometimes disguised as that whole “Change your Setting” tip you might come across in writing advice forums. But if your story’s setting needs to be specific and cannot be changed, then definitely I recommend this instead.

Sometimes, the scene I have in my head, the way my characters interact with the plot and each other -- there are only so many words befitting of those strict and specific instances. So, I re-imagine the scene -- not so much the weather or setting, but more figuratively speaking. I imagine myself some dwinky little director man, changing the lighting, re-writing possible dialogue, re-thinking character presentation, doing the scene exactly the same except “a little to the left” (lol) -- all for the sake of discovering just what word-choice can really make this scene “pop”. While I don’t have the energy to write it all out (if you do, like wow I envy u sdhgjfg), I already spend a lot of time daydreaming, so this is perfect for those dreamers who already fixate on their storylines. For instance, changing the “lighting” of a scene can affect the tone, thus changing what syntax structure I want to use; a scene I might cast in blue, somber colors might employ more poetic, gothic writing, words more pertaining to heart-wrenching emotions that reverberate like cathedral bells in the ribcage. Or, that same scene cast in summery daylight of orange and yellow can demonstrate more vitality, naive and seemingly eternal, leaving a brightness in your smile and a twinkle in your eyes. See what I did there? Get a little silly with it - Hell, sometimes when I make that figurative lighting ironic, contrasting like a sad scene with a “happy” tone, it evokes a strange emotion seldom realized in life, but somehow so exceedingly real that it tends to become my more favorite scenes in a fic. While these can be very trial-and-error and might not come across the way you hoped with your readers the first few times, it’s always worth trying if you find it particularly fun.

Right. So we’re still left with that initial question of how can I vary my writing without simply switching up words used in a synonym list?

Well, first, please always look at the definitions of each of those “synonyms”. While, yeah, they are definitely synonyms, but there’s a reason why they’re separate words. Always have confidence that the words you’re using are the best words you can be using in a scene (or at least pretend to have confidence, since literally that’s me everyday of my life). Get friendly with online dictionaries (personally I like online the best bc they’re databases and therefore update a bit easier than a traditional print dictionary). If you’re feeling spicy, seek out a word’s historical usage - sometimes, it can give an extra dimension of POP that can sometimes feel like an Easter egg for readers and rewards those who either seek out that information or already know it.

For the record, I’m very much an “emotional” writer. I like passionate language, words that particularly strike a chord with me. Your story may not play well with this advice, so disclaimer hgfhggfh - BUT certainly there is plenty reason to beware of just spamming “Find & Replace” all your common words to try and sound better in your writing. Seek out those who’s writing resonates with you. Seek out references and support. Curate your learning experiences so that your writing skills evolve in the best way they can in your amazing care. Certainly don’t just listen to me - try new things, see what works and what doesn’t, and proceed from there. But like, seriously, let’s move on from the whole “said is dead” propaganda - educate, don’t replicate.

#writing advice #writing tip #word choice #random ramblings #writing community

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cyberiade · 4 years

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You’ve been friends with Enji Todoroki since diapers, but after you realized what has he done to his family, you couldn’t let another kid’s childhood be crushed beneath Endeavour’s unhealthy ambitions.

A.n.: This idea was swirling around my mind for some time and today I decided to bring it to life. To clear things up: Fem!reader works as a quirk trainer (she helps children foster their quirks and makes training shedules). Her quirk is Premonition, which is, long story short, an upgraded intuition.

If you found any spelling, grammar or syntax errors, please let me know! It’ll help me get better! And I was too lazy to check it so there propably is a lot of mistakes.

All relationships are p l a t o n i c

Warnings: domestic violence, discription of an abused child, wounds

Fuyumi ran to you, tears streaming her face as she ineptly tried to explain what’s going on, choking on her tears and sobbing. She finally decided just to grab your hand and pull you towards her house, but your quirk made you suspect what could be happening.

As soon as you enter the building, you hear someone throw up, followed by weak protests of Rei and sounds of punching. Rage was burning you up as you heard another, stronger punch. You told Fuyumi to stay back and take care of Natsuo, not knowing what Enji will do. You were as scared as them, but you knew that it was your duty to help.

After a while, you ran into big room where was the source of all trouble. When you realized what was happening, you had to fight the urge to shriek your lungs out. Touya’s body was in blue flames, Enji stood behind Rei, who had bruises all over her face and Shoto... The moment you spotted him you knew that you won’t forget how he looked at you, eyes swollen from crying and bruises on his face, his tiny body trembling from cold, exhaustion, fear and pain. Sharp smell of vomit hit your nostrils as soon as the reek of burning body and blood. It all made you feel like your guts were turning upside-down ad inside-out.

“What have you been doing to them?” you asked your friend as soon as you were able to get any sounds out your mouth. You saw on the corner of your eye that Shoto ran to his brother, trying to calm him down.

“Training” answered Enji shortly.

“No” you stood firm as you spoke, rage inflaming you again “You only commited your frustration to your family!”

“That’s none of your business!” he shouted.

You tried to calm yourself down, knowing that fighting him won’t help anyone. Then, an idea sprung in your mind.

“Let me train them” you said, pointing to Shoto and Touya “I’ll make them greater than All Might ever coul’ve imagined to be, they just need to live with me” when you noticed your chance, you added “You know I already helped many heroes, and I’ll do much more to your children, I’ll make them invincible!” you said while moving, slowly covering children with your body as Shoto clung to Touya, who stopped burning himself during your small talk with your friend.

“What?” Endeavour asked suspiciously.

“I want to train your sons” you repeated slowly “I see a lot of potential in them, but my quirk is telling me that if they stay with you, it’ll go to waste. I’m a proffesional and we both know that it’s the best option.”

Enji hummed, deep in thoughts.

“I can agree, if you promise that you won’t report what you saw there” He finally stated.

His answer shocked you, but you knew that it was the best option. He was needed now, when all big-treat villains are hiding and working from backstage. Releasing information about him being a child-abuser and his retirement would encourage them to commit more crimes. It’ll also made the public question other pro-heroes. You decided that it would be better to handle this privately

After all, you knew that he wouldn’t dare to hurt anyone now.

And now you’re in your kitchen, preparing a meal for your two new pupils as they’re unpacking their stuff in your guestroom.

“Auntie?” Shoto asks, holding the frame of kitchen’s door. “Will Natsu and Fuyu visit us often?”

“Of course they will, just like your mom!” you answered, smiling.

“And they won’t be mad that we live with you?” Touya asks, standing behind his brother.

“What’s gotten into you, you silly!” you laghed. “Of course they won’t, they know that the best for all of us is letting your dad calm down for a while.”

“And he won’t hurt them?” Shoto asked, tapping the pathes that you applied.

“Believe me, he wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on them” you state. “Oh, the scrambled eggs are ready, let’s eat them before they’ll go cold!” You start to set the table, and Touya rushes to help you.

You eat the meal in comfortable silence and after you finish, your kids pupils go to get changed into pajamas. You go to your bedroom, feeling as all exhaustion caused by today floods over you, weighting your shoulders. You’re glad that they cleaned themselves up earlier, not wanting to do it now. You start to realize what have you done today and what did you lost by practically adopting a pair of kids, regret making you even more tired.

But when you’re tucking them, half-asleep, Touya grabs your hand and with the widest and happiest smile you’ve ever seen says:

“It’s good to be out of picture with you.”

#shoto #todoroki shouto #enji todoroki #endeavour #bnha todoroki #bnha #touya todoroki #dabi my hero academia #my hero academia #dabi #boku no hero academia #todoroki family #bnha natsuo #natsuo todoroki #fuyumi todoroki

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fdela, folded folding

del peccaclox fdela WOW* 1 y guardar la autoridad fdela persona Real 2 Indifference . fdela volonté, 3 he said, No Man can den , but ’that-there is great fDela] of 4 for he had got a Letter from one Madam fDela-val ...that fDela-val had writ to know 5 Deferno time, fdela- ye have dangerous ends; . F-“ter and cry, 6 FDela Li 7 fdela lumière, 8 the part of .fdela, and, although evidently labouring under the effects of a heavy cold, she acquitted herself exceedingly well; ... 9 4 M. F du R 4c. du F de la D. 18 F de la D 3ec. du R. 26 F de la D à la 2e 6. de la D. 27 F de la D3e c. du R. 10 THE PLAC F. D. E. L. A. CON 11 I ETY () F D E L A V 12 i i FDELA Leat araute 13 per me°fdela. v- 14 fDela’pse, sb. Obs. rare. 15 fDELA I | .c_ \ - , GTARK 1 _’_._.*J. . 16 Fdela. bonds .... .. o lgg -lg 17 from “P’fdela Grange” 18 45243 FDEJE folded 45244 FDEKC folding 45245 FDELA Folder-s (of) (for) 19 45245 FDELA will it fill 20 fdela. usgue. elect, I, ore-o, fire 21 FDEKZ FDELA 22 a boundary in C (fdelΔ) 23

sources (many in Spanish, of which but a few used) and (potentially) these (not pursued) and some telegraphic codes at hand

1 OCR confusion over “si la memoria del pecado: y de la penaen” and this from the preview : Iflq tue-11102111 del peccaclox fdela WOW* [ape-1a y 114111011 1102 111' :.2chch aclaendwsm elcfpjnmq nnefiw'o . - u, . , , f .' FZ e11'110 q 1108110me fi qmemdeleqllesas q [e dimosSl el bf1 dejjetosy'eamoefl.. e] key fu pam-c mquyeaclo ... ex Francisco de Osuna (1492 or 1497 – c. 1540, *), Abecedario espiritual Primera Parte (Junta, 1544) : fol. viii 2 ex Thomas Cerdan de Tallada (¿1530?-1614), Veriloquium en Reglas de Estado, segun derecho divino, natural, canonico, y civil, y leyes de Castilla... (Valencia, 1604) : 27 wikipedia (in Spanish) see also José Luis Bermejo Cabrero, his entry on Cerdán (Jurista, abogado en ejercicio y escritor político) at DB~e (El Diccionario Biográfico electrónico) and via google translation 3 ex François Antoine Pomey (S.J.) Le grand dictionaire royal, I. François-Latin-Alleman / II. Latin-Alleman-François / III Alleman-François-Latin... (Cologne and Frankfurt, 1715) : 511 4 ex Thomas Osborne, [scoundrel, and] 1st Duke of Leeds (1632-1712, *), The English Subject’s Right to the Liberty of His Person, Asserted in the Argument made by the Earl of Danby (afterwards Duke of Leeds) at the Court of King’s Bench, on his Motion for Bail, after an Imprisonment of above Forty Months in the Tower of London (London, 1722) : 12 OCR misread of italics, and loose letterspacing for “that there is great Delay of Justice (to say no worse of it)” 5 two OCR misreads of italicized “Madam Deval,” ex Popish Intrigues and Cruelty Plainly Exemplified in the Affecting Case and Narrative of Mr.s Frances Shaftoe (The Second Edition, London, 1745) : 39 an earlier (1707) edition 6 OCR misread, for: “Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Enter and cry, the Dauphin ! presently, And then do execution on the Watch.” The First Part of King Henry VI, Act 3 Scene 4. ex William Warburton (1698-1779), ed., The Works of Shakespear : Volume the Fourth (Dublin, 1747) : 427 7 OCR misread of table at 90ºccw (re: Indian tribes and their locations), within Query XI. A description of the Indians (Aborigines) established in that state, in Notes on the State of Virginia. Written by Thomas Jefferson. Illustrated with a map, including the States of Virginia, Maryland, Delaware and Pennsylvania (London, 1787) : 170 much on slavery, and the capacities of Blacks and Whites, in his passages devoted to “property” 8 OCR misread of “action répulsive fdela lumière” perhaps occasioned by ink show-through from next page 84 ex Les trois règnes de la nature, par Jacques Delille, avec des notes, Par M. Cuvier, de l’Institute, et autres Savants. Tome Premier. (Paris, 1808) : 83 9 snippet only, Paddy Kelly’s Budget; Or, A Pennyworth of Fun (1832) : 96 BL description 10 ex Almanach des échecs, contenant douze parties par les plus forts joueurs contemporains (Paris, 1852) : 10-11 11 OCR misreads of captions to (two) plates, The Illustrated London News (September 9, 1865) : 232 and 239 (Reception of the French Minister; The Place de la Conversation) 12 ex index (1889) to Laws of the State of Delaware (1887) : 35 OCR misread of, an act to amend / an Act to Incorporate the Homeopathic Hospital Society, o[f Dela]ware 13 ocr misread of the blurred word “formula,” in Smithsonian Miscellaneous Collections (1888) : here (snippet only) 14 ex a complex cluster of ocr misreads of smaller-type marginal note, and cross column error (not part of the fdela misread, however), in discussion of “Auction sale of real estate, and goods,” in Leonard A(ugustus) Jones, his Forms in Conveyancing: And General Legal Forms, Comprising precedents for ordinary use, and clauses adapted to special and unusual cases. With practical notes. Second edition, revised; 1891) : 200 15 some OCR confusion, snippet preview from previous word Delapse, but actual error is misread of † Delash v. Sc. Obs. from OF delacher, to discharge..., in A New English Dictionary on Historical Principles Vol. 3 D (through Dizen), (1897) : here 16 imaginative OCR misreads of Map of the Ft. Wayne & Wabash Valley Traction Company and Connecting Lines (e.g., Porter (upper left), DELA/Ware, &c.), in The Commercial and Financial Chronicle : Street Railway Section (February 24, 1906) : 39 17 evidently ocr misread “4 % deb. bonds . . . . . . 0 100 -102” ex The Financial Review of Reviews (London, sometime in 1909, snippet view) : 164 another year (October-December, 1913) at archive.org 18 ocr misread/extrapolation from “Pte. de la Grange” in map of the northern coast of Haiti, ex Maps — Noteworthy Accessions (1909-10), in Report of the Librarian of Congress for the Fiscal Year Ending June 30, 1910179 19 ex General Telegraphic Code (The Business Code Co., 1912; Worthington Pump & Machinery Corporation edition, 1921) : 298 20 ex Private Telegraph Code, The Pearson Engineering Corporation (The Business Code Co., 1912) : 299 aside — note same code word (and corresponding figure) — but different meanings — in these two codes (both compiled by The Business Code Co.) 21 ex W. Horton Spragge. Longmans’ Latin Course, Part III. Elementary Latin Prose, with complete syntax and passages for learning by heart. (New Impression; London, New York, Bombay, Calcutta and Madras, 1914) : 204 22 ex names of cities and companies, in Private Telegraphic Code of Swift & Company (Peterson Cipher Code Corporation, 1931) : 287 23 ex chapter/section 5.2 “Hierarchy of Almost Nonevasive Complexes,” in Jakob Jonsson (*), his Simplicial Complexes of Graphs (2007) : 75

#fdela #nonevasive complexes #onsense #a pennyworth of fun #Jakob Jonsson #Francisco de Osuna #5L

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egg2k16 · 4 years

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40 Fanfic Q’s Answered

the server wants answers, and they want them now!!! from this post

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Smut and pining all the way. Also, falling in love via laughing

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Eh...I don’t think so, I’m always 100% self-indulgent, so what u see is what I want

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Anything that has to do w mega sadness, I just Don’t. I can’t write anything sad, and if I do, there’s certainly gonna be A Lot of comfort afterwards

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I have 91 wips, motherfuckers!!! My latest wip is a daddy month fic!

5. Share one of your strengths.

I think, since I’ve been trying to be sparser in my words, I’ve been able to better emphasize what isn’t being said

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

No action scenes from me are ever good, lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It was late at night, when he started to cry.

He didn't want to cry, but he did.

It's been years since he's last let himself feel, or was it since he was last allowed to feel?

He choked on his sobs, uncomfortable with his tears. He's forgotten how to properly cry. His entire body is shaking, and the connections between flesh and wire hurts.

He stops crying. He starts crying again.

This continues for another few minutes, until he feels as if he can't possibly have any more tears.

He wipes his face, pulls the covers up to his chin, and falls asleep.

(from Twilight on the Sea) I really like this bcus I don’t think I’ve ever really typed out crying in this way, n I tried to make it feel like it was a lot

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Cass was quiet for a moment. “... you know what? Maybe I’ll just go up there and surprise you.”

“If you do, then you already ruined the surprise, haven’t you?”

“Eh, I dunno about that. Seeing my beautiful face is a shock for many people.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

“Hey, Koda? I don’t know about you, but it’s really late here.”

“Really?” Koda asks, then remembers that time zones exist. “Oh crap, what time is it over there?”

“It’s midnight. What about you?”

“It’s eight o’clock. Only four hours difference?”

“Oh hey, that’s not so bad.”

“It reduces our time,” Koda said, a bit whining.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“What are you going to do? Move here? Send for me?”

“You’ll see.”

(from Together) This was a gift for one my best friends on here, @suncatchr , and it’s about his ocs!!! I love this a lot bcus while it’s a soulmate au, it’s not ur average soulmate au, and I tried making it as original as possible! And this blurb, I just wanted them to effuse so much love w/o having to say love...cries

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

If this is by posted fics, then I remember writing Look What You’ve Done to Me was very very difficult, bcus, since it’s also a gift, for @daniel-bryan , I wanted to write it Good, n since my buddy usually wrote from the love interest’s pov, I felt a weird pressure to write Daniel Bryan’s pov as good as I could

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

2 of my fics in Spanish!!! My oc centric one, Rayos y Centellas, and my shyan one, oye cariño, solo pienso en ti ! Turns out writing in ur native tongue makes everything easier

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s a very passionate hobby!!! I just!!! try to pour all of my love into everything I write!!!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I’m not sure!!! I just watch movies n quietly scream to my gay lonesome bcus No One Ever Watches Movies ;-;

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

To just keep writing n not stop for details or forgotten lore, bcus it’s important to write down what’s firing u up Right Now. Of course, it’s very difficult following that ;;-;;

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

“No adverbs!” “No ‘said’!” “It has to make grammatical sense!” sometimes things Need those

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Was gonna say my rewrite of the end of The Rover, but actually, my SPN fic Ube . Shit was peak inspired

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Eridirk (Eridan Ampora/Dirk Strider from Homestuck) all the way. The one otp that’s stayed thru thick n thin <3

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

A little mix of both, and tbh it depends on the fic, but I tend to write chronologically

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I’ve started bullet pointing my ideas out before writing my fics, and so far, it’s been helping me be more streamlined n get my things written out faster n clearer!

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Is the need for representation in all the niche movies I keep watching a muse?

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

In my dark room, w music blasting from my laptop, the TV w a soft hum, I have the perfect playlist to get the mood right, curled up in my blankies, n my plushie Sweet Pea by my side

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Zero, we rely on autocorrect & editing while typing and die like men

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

YOU DON’T SEEM SCARED.

Del Rio shrugs. “Working as a cop, it makes you numb to some things. It’s good, it lets you react to things as you should, and not how you’d want to.”

YOU SOUND SAD ABOUT THAT.

He makes a noncommittal noise. “It is what it is.” He eats another spoonful of his ice cream, then gets a thought.

“Can you show up?”

HOW SO?

“Can you,” he tries, waving his spoon around, “Manifest?”

I DON’T KNOW. I’LL TRY.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Del Rio assures, and he can feel the air around him smile. The...world, he thinks, around him shifts just slightly, and there seems to be a chink in the armor for a moment before it goes away, as if someone had wiped the glass clear. He realizes that this is her, trying to show up in a physical form, step out of the phone.

He doesn’t know where to look, but then his confusion wanes when a butterfly shows up, fluttering towards him. It lands near his phone, skitters a bit, flaps its wings.

“Lucy?” he asks, transfixed on the butterfly. Its orange wings are bright under the sunlight.

I THOUGHT I’D TRY SMALL, FOR MY FIRST TRIAL.

“Well, you certainly nailed it.” He smiled warmly at the butterfly, and he had the crazy notion that it smiled back at him.

(adapted from The Policeman , the first fic I posted!)

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Yeah, probably The Policeman lmao, I remember it today n I cringe a little at the very obvious refs to other fandoms I made. Despite that, it continues being one of my best hits!

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Never

25. What do you look for in a beta?

I’m just thankful to have gotten a beta in general in life at all

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I beta’ed once, and since English is my 2nd language, I pointed out syntax confusion, typos, n continuity errors

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

Can be done, it’s just that I am frightened. Tried doing that, it fell thru, n the new thing that came up, I still have to hold up my end of the bargain ;;-;;

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

cries omg ok so!!! Chancy_Lurking ( @lurkerviolin ) is one of my faves, n we’ve become friends, n their Felix+ Sense8 series is the reason for it all, and u know it’s good if it managed to make a friendship that’s last its good while, and also they’re so nice, and we vibe so well!!! thegoatz ( @daniel-bryan ) is also now one of my bestest friends ever, and I wuv him so much, he is such a good kid, n he’s so enthusiastic about writing, and I hope that spark never goes out!!! And adamwhatareyouevendoing ( @skatingthinandice ) bcus she’s doing a rewrite of The Last Kingdom where it’s all gay where it should be and vnjkdfsnvkd God, what a wonderful friend!!!

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I actually technically am working on a sequel to @rettaroo ‘s A New Kind of Touch ! Another promise I have to hold up eventually ;;;-;;;

30. Do you accept prompts?

Sure!

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I try to follow canon as much as I possibly can!

32. How do you feel about smut?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

33. How do you feel about crack?

Eh, it’s alright. I don’t normally look for it, so I don’t really have a solid opinion on it

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

I don’t want to read it, but I have so far encountered it twice very amicably: once here in a ficlet, and another in a longer fic on AO3, and they were both very good

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Probably not, I don’t like sad things!

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

AO3! I’m RedLlamas on it!

37. Talk about your current wips.

Lmao which one. The one I’m currently working on is an impregnation kink turned “oh no I actually do wanna have a family” feelings fic!

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Gonna be real w u, the best comments I’ve gotten have mainly been from my friends, who either write a paragraph or two going into detail of the fic, or just send a one sentence comment that’s just “screams!” I’ve gotten very few paragraphs from other people, n they’re always so!!!

My friends are the realest :’)

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

The perks of being a rarepair writer is that the only people who read my fics are the ones actively looking for content!!! And they can’t complain about my work because No One Else Is Writing For It!!!!!!

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

All my fics are masterpieces, so I’ll do a summary change! For don’t you just know (exactly what they’re thinking?)

Dakota finds himself in unexpected heartbreak, and the universe decides to bring him in the direction of a night club with a dancer with stars on his skin.

#post #about #sbbookclub #writing be like

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theveryfirst · 4 years

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“⏳”

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory. - accepting!

“I used to go to research and development when Elijah had work to do in a big meeting. It wasn’t that I liked keeping up with them, but I did like the programming aspects; I thought it was interesting to see the work that went into making an android function. Looking back from my current perspective I can see it as being almost intimate; when you look at someone’s code you’re seeing who they are. You’re seeing their everything laid out.

“We’re made of mathematics and poetry. I guess... I guess the programmer I was stepping in on didn’t want someone to proof read. I should have known he was upset, but he seemed so frustrated because of a syntax error and-

“And I should have just left it.”

Her LED was red at that point, what started out as a story had become a confession, a moment of weakness, a bad memory she was all too willing to share, “-but I wanted to help. I just-I thought- Elijah never minded when I proofed his work. I work faster than the compiler anyway but the other programmer was so angry and it was just us and he started yelling and-”

“And I started crying. He was so loud and so close and he just snapped. Like me crying was the final straw and- I don’t remember a lot after that, but he didn’t work there anymore.”

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escapingpost · 5 years

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The Heartbreak Club (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4: Non-antagonistic Antagonist

previous: chapter 3

The antagonist is just as important to the story as the main lead characters. Not only do they add suspense and an opposing force, they can make or break the story. Sometimes, their mistakes cause a ripple effect to every other character in the story. When you take out the antagonist, what happens to the plot?

More importantly, when the motivation is gone and the secrets are forgotten, what is their end goal?

In the end, you were barely able to convince Seungwoo not to walk you back to the dorms. You dig through your memory to remember the next plot point in the drama:

Devoured by pride from the night of the gathering, Kim Hana, the real one, decides her first phase of creating chaos. Unfortunately, blinded by her rage, she seeks out the wrong person.

Kim Wooseok.

With a sculptured face and eyes like a deer, Kim Wooseok was type of character that attracted with just one minute on screen. He has only had eyes for one girl ever since he met her. Kim Wooseok was the second male lead that would pin for the girl until the very end. In “The Heartbreak Club”, the difference in the main lead and the second lead was not timing. The Wooseok on the inside was different from what you saw on the outside.

You enter the office for your major and sign in to see a counselor to help with your current situation. You are in deep thought of how to tell them you needed to leave the major you were currently in until you feel a light push on your forehead.

“You’ll get wrinkles faster if you always look like your in pain.” Wooseok took a seat next to you and comfortably stretched out his legs.

You look at him in surprised and hold your forehead, “Oh, I was just thinking about something.”

“I’m assuming you got home safely yesterday?” Wooseok asks.

You nod.

Wooseok looks down at you, “Why are you here?”

You shake your head, “I want to change my major.”

Wooseok has a small look of surprise for a few seconds and slowly nods. He glances at you, “Can I ask you why?”

“I want to go for something that I can enjoy. I’m just not cut out for engineering.”

Wooseok mockingly laughs, “Are you being modest or just fishing for compliments? You’re one of the best students in your year.”

And again, you are reminded that you were still Kim Hana. “I might be, but I don’t want to do it anymore.”

Wooseok looks down at his lap and then back at you, “Where do you want to change to?”

“When I lived in the hospital, all I did was sketch for a hobby. I want” You pause your sentence and come to a realization.

“You lived at the hospital?” The features on Woosek’s face gets softer as if he was releasing all tension in his expression.

“It wasn’t for very long.” You quickly answer. “Why are you here, Wooseok-sunbae?”

“For personal reasons." Wooseok answers. His stare lingers on you for a few more seconds until he looks down at his phone.

Talking to a counselor about changing your major with grades like Hana’s was an interesting conversation, but in the end, you could not change your major mid-semester. You agree to stick out in the major, but will comeback towards the end of the semester to change it.

Just like that, a normal week passed. That is, if normal was being completely lost in class and facing an identity crisis.

You slowly change Hana’s dull room into something more lively. Her bare beige walls now had fairy lights illuminating the darkness of the night. You also bought a medium-sized pin board to post up pictures. So far, you only had one picture of a cat that hung around your dorm’s building.

The gray bed sheets and comforters were now changed into a lilac purple, your favorite color. The color gave you a feeling of assurance and warmth.

Throughout the week you noticed Hana’s source of finances came from a joint bank account with her father. Feeling uncomfortable in using her father’s money, you started looking for a part time job.

Speaking of her father, you remember his supporting role in the drama. He was what you would call “a fool for his daughter”. He was Hana’s pillar, her weakness. It seemed like every time she talked to her father, her words were rough, but was filled worry.

He had only sent you one text message ever since you became Kim Hana.

To which, you did not reply to him. You felt uncomfortable fooling Hana’s father. But that same night he sent the message, you turned off your fairy lights in your room and let the moonlight become your source of light. He reminded you of your real mother. And you wished you treated her just a little better.

“Do you want to check it out? Its free.”

You turn around to the source of the angelic and cheerful voice. A petite girl stood behind you carrying a huge canvas.

Her crescent shaped eyes when she smiled finally revealed who she was, Kim Chaewon.

This was the thing about “The Heartbreak Club”. It was not only the main lead’s story, but the college life of several students. Kim Chaewon was a supporting female character. She had befriended Kim Minju because birds of the same feather flock together. Automatically, she was the spunky small bean who would go on to cheer for Minju’s plight for Han Seungwoo. Naturally, Kim Chaewon was pulled in her own small love triangle with two other male supporting leads.

When you did not answer, she smiled, “Don’t just stand outside, the fourth years made some really great pieces for this exhibit.”

Walking down the campus, you had found yourself going inside the Art’s Building for the first time.

You slowly nod, “Do you need some help?”

Chaewon shakes her head, “I look scrawny, but the canvas isn’t that heavy.” she giggles.

“Hey, small fry!” A male voice calls out.

You turn your attention to the person running over, ‘Seungyoun?’

“Hana? What are you doing here?” Seungyoun stands next to Chaewon, grabbing the canvas from her.

“She came to see the exhibit, right?” Chaewon gives you a cheeky smile and locks arms with you, pulling you through the doors of the exhibition room.

As soon as your enter, your mouth gapes open at all of the paintings fitted into the room. Your eyes light up at all the wonderful colors and unique art expressions.

Chaewon has a proud smile on her face and grabs the canvas from Seungyoun, “I’ll be right back.”

You slowly make your way to a particular painting. It was a watercolor painting of a bouquet of lilacs. You stare at the painting and a memory of your mother placing lilacs on your bed side table flashes through your mind.

Aren’t these great?

I guess.

This girl, you’re never going to see the brighter things in life if you choose to gray scale your vision.

I like them a lot. Thank you.

You close your eyes and almost hear your mom say your real name.

You turn your body away from Seungyoun when you feel a drop fall down your cheek, “Wow, these paintings are great.”

However, Seungyoun’s already seen the lone tear that escaped.

Cho Seungyoun was probably one of the very few characters with a more normal backstory. Wearing a heart on his sleeve, he is set to pursue his dream to become a music producer. However, he did not expect it when he slowly became interested in a small girl that was always carrying too much art supplies and that his music take form in the shape of his newly found interest, Kim Chaewon.

“Are you crying?” Just like the straight-forward character that he was, he does not miss a beat to ask you.

“I think its just the fresh paint fumes.” you quickly wipe the tear and sniffle.

“Right.”

“I have to go.” You give him a weak wave and start to leave.

“Hey! Come back again.” Chaewon says from across the room.

You look at Seungyoun, then at Chaewon and nod.

Everything was catching up with you at a fast pace. You wonder what happened to your old life. If this was your second chance, then does this mean you do not exist in your past life?

All the questions floating in your head frustrated you, but you kept calm. Other than completing your bucket list, was this going to last forever? You were in someone else’s life, living their reality.

Another part perplexed you. You knew the background stories of all, if not most, of all the people around you. Were they actually part of your reality?

Deep inside, you were just a weak and sick ridden person with little to no knowledge of life outside your hospital bedroom.

But, little did you know, the story that you once knew was slowly changing its course.

A month passes by as if nothing happened. You were still having trouble in your computer classes, while you were barely surviving general education classes. You got a part time job near your school at a cafe.

You also kept your distance from all the characters you knew about. Yohan was the hardest to keep away from because of his interest toward Kim Hana, but you successfully avoided him. It was the best for them to follow the path they were destined to follow.

Syntax error

You let out deep sigh and lightly slam your fingers on the keyboard. You see a shadow creeping up behind you and you jump in surprise.

Hangyul looked at the screen on your computer and scrolled through the code using the keyboard. “You forgot to define this. It won’t work if you randomly insert it with no formula or integer.”

Opposite of Cho Seungyoun, Lee Hangyul was a student of secrets. Not much was known other than the fact that he was adopted. He was just Cho Seungyoun’s best friend. The love triangle between Seungyoun, Chaewon, and Hangyul was an obvious endgame. If Kim Wooseok’s pain did not cause second male lead syndrome, Lee Hangyul’s did.

You watch him type something and successfully run the program. “Thanks.”

Hangyul takes the computer next to you and leans on the table of the computer, “Don’t take this to offense, but are you sick?”

Wary of his suspicion, you give him a confused expression, “What are you talking about?”

“That day of our midterm, I carried you to the health office.”

You point at him, “It was you?”

“After that happened, you changed.” Hangyul says quietly. “I was just gonna ignore it because we’re not close or anything.”

You wait for him to continue.

“But, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Hangyul pauses, “Because a situation changed.”

The Heartbreak Club Episode 7

“I don’t need this from you, Hana.” Wooseok got up from the chair.

“You like Kim Minju. I know you do.” Hana slowly makes her way closer to him. “I’m just saying we should work together.”

Wooseok scoffed, “You’re a real work of art, you know that?”

“What are you guys doing here?” Seungyoun’s raises his eyebrows.

“We’re on a date.” Hana states. She looks at the petite girl next to Seungyoun.

Chaewon slowly raises her hand, “Hey, I’m Chaewon.”

Seungyoun looks at Wooseok in confusion.

“Lets go, Hana.” Wooseok grabs Hana’s wrist and pulls her out of the exhibit room.

“Chaewon is one of Minju’s closest friends. It won’t be long until she tells her.” Hana tells Wooseok as he pulls her farther from the building.

Wooseok finally stops in his tracks, “So?”

“I’ve known Minju for years and she won’t stand anyone else getting attention other than her.”

Wooseok shakes his head, “That’s what you think.”

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