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No, cause I will never understand main characters in romance movies that's like:

"I sit in the seat behind him in all of our classes, but he doesn't know I exist." And yada yada.

Girl, I'm imagining my biases (a bias is kinda like your favorite member in a kpop group for those who don't know) walking into my class asking me out or some shit, when in reality they don't even know the country that I live in exist 😭😭

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Bro, hahah

This is the best thing I've seen today

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POV: You live in a pretty small town where everyone goes to the same school (and everyone knows everyone go there). And then one day your class decides to kinda go on a trip, and meet up somewhere else in the morning. And so you go there, but all the way there people driving past you are giving you dirty looks 'cause they think you're skipping class, like.

Bro, we were supposed to meet up somewhere else, I didn't do anything wrong 😭😭

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Y'all

Why are no one talking about how actors in kdramas and cdramas basically catfishes (or tricks us is maybe better, but whatever) us, like.

Hear me out.

You're telling me that this man:

This man right here is 30??!

Bro...

That's crazy !!

And the worst part is when you go back to the cast members to look up another good looking person in the series and you find out that they're even older.

Like be for real

Anyways, hope you all have a nice day <33

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Okay, y'all !!

Has anyone watched the kdrama "my demon" on netflix, 'cause I just finnished it today and I need to talk about it with someone.

But fr. I don't know anyone who doesn't think kdrama (or cdrama for the record) is really awkward / cringey. (Honestly I think it's pretty awkward and sometimes cringey myself, but I like it)

And I need someone to talk to about these things, so if you like kdrama (or any other dramas - like cdrama) pls contact me :)

And if you have recommendations on dramas I would appreciate that too (preferably with good-looking main characters)

Btw, sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language.

Thanks <33

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Request: Nate and Henry (from the movie storks) try to teach DD (their new baby) to walk and she drags down their pants by accident.

Author's note: This is my first request!! I'm really happy and hope that this is what the request was looking for.

Btw, Nate is 7 y/o in this story, and DD (the baby) is just a toddler. And I'm sorry if I spelt anything wrong, since English isn't my first language. Anyways, hope you enjoy !!

Nate's POV:

I make my way to the enemies' territory.

My hand goes to my side to check for my weapon, ready to use it any second now, as I watch them from the bushes.

My breath gets a bit more even when my hand touch the steel.

I'm ready.

I glance back at my companion for this quest, DD. She's laying in her wagon when an idea occurs my mind.

"I'm sorry, dear friend," I tell her, "but I have to do this."

I push her wagon out from the bushes and to the middle of the yard. Right in front of the opponents leader.

It's a tall man, with blue eyes and the trail of a stubble, covering the lower parts of his face. His brown, not too long, hair moving like waves at sea, in the wind.

When he sees the wagon he looks confused, and I see my chance to attack. Until I realize why he looks so confused.

DD isn't in the wagon anymore.

I look around myself rapidly in the bushes to see where she went. But can't seem to find her.

I continue looking for her when suddenly something snatches me, my feet leaving the ground, as someone holds my feet.

"Hey! HEY!!" I yelp as I drop my weapon. "PUT ME DOWN!"

But he only laughs.

"PUT ME DO- " I screech as he begins tickling me, and I start howling with laughter.

"Stop, stop, STOP!" I try to wrench out of his grip without any success, as the tickling becomes more intense, as well as my laugh.

But then I see DD in the bushes again with my weapon. And so does Henry, my arch nemesis and father, that's currently holding me by my feet right now.

He immediately lets my feet go when he spots her with my weapon. And I fall to the ground with a loud thud.

"DD!! Put away the scissors!" he yells, running toward her.

"Hey! What the hell!!" I yelp on the ground, when Henry picks up DD, her pink hair a contrast to his baby blue t-shirt.

"Sorry, Nate." I figure he didn't mind me swearing since he literally dropped me.

And he will have to pay for it later.

He comes up to me with DD as I am in deep thought, wondering if it would be best to replace his shampoo with some green hair dye, or if I'll just put one of his white shirts with some of our brighter clothings.

Like that Unicorn and Rainbow shirt mom insisted on buying for DD. Eventhough she knows that there's no way that she'll actually wear it.

Henry drops DD back into the wagon when he is only a few feet away from me, and puts the scissors on a table a bit further away, before he comes back to me and DD.

Just the time I needed for my master plan.

When he's not looking, I lunge myself forward and onto him. Dragging down his shorts while I slide down with them.

"Nate? What are yo-" he starts when he spots me, and I start laughing like a maniac.

"Hahahahahahha... DD, did you.. did you see... omg.. he..." I tried, but to no success, since the only thing filling the air right now is my hysterical laughter.

And both DD and Henry joins me in my laughter as well after a while.

DD sits up in the wagon and giggles as she points to dad standing in just his underwear.

Then she slowly tries to climb out of it.

"DD. Careful." he tells her. He goes to her, lifting her down from the wagon, while I'm still rolling on the ground, laughing.

But then, when the laughter has calmed down a bit, I try standing up. And to my surprise, I did it without any difficulties.

I walk over to DD, who's giggling the most baby:ish giggle a toddler can muster.

I'm about 9 feet away when she starts walking toward me.

"Dad? Look!! She's walking! She's walking, dad!!! You see her?" I pretty much yell.

"Yes, yes. I see her." he replies, picking up his phone from the table to record for mom, still without his pants.

It's such a pity she had to be on that business trip the weekend DD decided to start walking for the first time. But I guess it was important, so.

Dad comes a little closer so he can record a video for mom.

"Hey! DD. Come here. Yeah, here. This way, DD. Good, yeah. Come on." my dad says to DD, in a weird, according to me, attempt to encourage her.

I can't really tell if she actually finds it encouraging, but she keeps walking. Even if it's kind of unsteady.

She's walking.

I get closer to the two of them to get a closer look on her, and she suddenly changes direction toward me instead.

Henry follow her moves with his hand, still recording.

"Hey, DD. Walking to me instead? Yeah, dad isn't as cool as me, so I don't blame you."

I hear him saying an "hey, that's not true. I'm a cool dad." But I kinda ignore it.

Plus, no one who says they're cool, is actually cool.

She is about 3 feet away from me now, and I take a few steps, trying to meet her half way.

But she falls on her last step, dragging down my shorts.

"DD!!!" I exclaim.

Her laugh is accompanied by dad's within a few seconds. And eventhough this was not at all acceptable in any way, I join them too.

*later that evening*

Me and DD are in the bathroom, brushing our teeth.

We stand on this little stool, since we're too short for the sink.

"Do you need help, DD?" I ask her when she's done brushing.

She nods and I take her toothbrush, putting it in the yellow cup on the sink. And as I do so, DD tries to get down on the floor.

When her toothbrush is in the cup, along with mine, dads, and moms, I glance down at her. Just in time to see her dragging down my pajama pants this time.

She starts laughing like crazy before I even have time to process what just happened.

But I eventually end up joining her in her laugh, too.

And we just sit there for a few minutes laughing, before dad comes in and gets us to bed.

END

Author's note: I hope you liked it !! This was soo fun, and I really enjoyed writing this because it just felt so wholesome and sweet with this family, but I apologize for how long it took me tho..

But I really look forward to get more requests soon <33

Hope you all have a good day !!

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Letter from 1914 (world war 1 - imagine scenario)

Summary: Felix is a 25 year old, German soldier from 1914. He's never done anything in his life, for his mom to be proud of. And since his dad died (9 years ago), his mom have treated him even worse. He has an 11 year old sister (Lily), and a 32 year old aunt, Elise. When the war comes up it's super obvious for Heidi (Felix's mom) to send him to the war "to have something to be proud of for once". Little did he know that he would meet the love of his life during his time there.

About 1700 words.

Author's note: I had a school assignment where we were supposed to write like we were any person from 1914, from their POV, and I thought it would be fun to post it here. Btw, it is a gay couple in the story fyi (I can write both gay and straight couples so you know).

Hope you like it <33

Hello, Aunt Elise.

It's me, Felix. The war isn't like we thought at all.

You know Mother Heidi wanted me to participate in the war so badly, so she could finally have something to be proud of. And since it was obvious to everyone we would win.

But it wasn't that simple...

We are at war on both the Eastern and Western fronts now, which is where I am right now (The western front to avoid any confusion).

War is not what we thought it was.

It's bloody and cold. And I nearly died once. But a French man saved me.

His name is Nestor and he is only a year older than me.

He has dark hair and a mixture of blue and gray eyes. He could have chosen not to save me, since he could have received huge punishment for it.

When he bumped into that soldier who was about to shoot me.

The trenches were cold. Especially now during the winter.

It's so sad that everyone has to be here during Christmas. Think of all the families waiting for their father, or brother, or husband to come home again.

But anyway.

This Christmas was not as bloody as the rest of the war.

We in the German army started singing Christmas carols.

And despite the cold.

The bloody, silent cold. It felt like home in Germany for a moment.

After a while the French- and Englishmen started singing along.

It was a man from each camp who met up in the middle, between the trenches, and decided that we should have peace. At least during the Christmas night.

We all gathered in the middle after a while, and some people even played soccer. But not me though. I've never been much for soccer, as you know.

And then I met him again.

Nestor.

He also sat on the sidelines, while the others played soccer. And I sat next to him.

It was a little awkward at first. Because I didn't know how to thank him, or because of all the fine details in his face that I couldn't notice from such a distance before and that made me a little nervous now, I couldn't say.

I saw more detail now up close.

His hair was dark, like a crow's feathers. And his eyes, like two storms out at sea.

He seemed so brave and mature in the way he observed everyone during the soccer game. As if he had been through a lot, even though he's lived barely a year longer than myself.

But he also looked a little lost. As if confused. Or perhaps miserable.

He was also quite thin. From the slender shoulders to his slim stomach, and legs. It didn't look like he was sick, but..

It just felt like it wasn't enough, in a way.

When I realized that I had been staring at his figure a second longer than I should have, I cleared my throat and looked at the ground.

I was a little ashamed. But he didn't seem to notice. Or care maybe.

We talked for a while and he was actually very nice.

He told me about his family. About being an only child, and all the pressure that came with it.

After he finished talking, I told him about mine.

He felt oddly relatable though he's in the opposite family situation compared to me.

But it felt like he understood.

All the pressure that came with this particular war. What would happen if we didn't win? And what would happen if we did?

I got a strange feeling of nausea when we talked about who would win the war.

What if we won, and he died? Or vice versa?

The thoughts were too much at that moment, so I chose to push them away for the time being.

As the soccer game was coming to an end, Nestor looked much happier.

I told him some of your infamous jokes, and he loved them.

His laugh sounded so genuine. So inviting and warm, despite the cold night that surrounded us.

There was something about him that felt different.

Like home. But different from back in Germany. Like another kind of home. A kind I never knew existed before.

Like he filled a void in me I didn't even know I had. A void I didn't know needed to be filled. (please don't do me dirty here)

When the soccer game was over, everyone gathered in the middle of the field again, including me and Nestor.

I met some of Nestor's friends. He had to translate, though, since his friends and I didn't fully understand each other. But it went well.

Then we saw a cat pass by.

It was apparently a cat that had been in the trenches. The other German soldiers had named it "Felix" because they thought it looked like me (the same green eyes and blonde hair). But those in the French army had named it Nestor because apparently he was the one who found the cat in their trench.

Neither I nor Nestor thought it had to be named after ourselves. Nor that it had to be such a big deal.

We were a little embarrassed by their quarrel, to be honest.

So in the end Nestor and I decided to name the cat Felix as it's first name, and Nestor as it's last name. I actually wanted Nestor's name before mine since it sounded much more proper than mine. But Nestor insisted, and I couldn't deny that.

Besides, he looked so pleased after we decided the order of the names.

And he smiled that smile that spread a warm, slightly tickling feeling in my stomach.

The Christmas celebrations eventually ended and everyone would go back to their trenches.

I could see large masses of soldiers disappearing in three different directions, heading back to their camp. I looked at the German camp, and then at the French. But couldn't find Nestor.

I was afraid that I wouldn't have the time to say goodbye before the war would begin again. But then I found him.

He was standing a few meters away, and I got that feeling in my stomach again.

There he was, his head looking in every direction in a matter of seconds. Almost as if he was looking for something.

I walked up to him before he could notice me, and gave his back a hug. He was taller than me so my arms were under his.

He made a surprised squeak as he turned around to stare at me.

At first he was a little confused, but it only took a few seconds before he looked more comfortable and hugged back. He was so warm. A contrast to the winter air.

I told him how much he mean to me and how happy I am that I have met him. Despite the short time we spent together, it felt like we'd known each other our entire lives. And everything about him just felt…

Right.

He was quiet for a while. And I don't know if it was a trick from the night, or if his usually pale cheeks got a little color. But the red shade suited him. It complimented his features.

And then. He closed the distance between us, his lips on mine.

They were soft and gentle. It felt like he kissed me for an eternity, until the second it ended.

When he backed up a little, the red color had traveled all the way to his ears.

Almost as if he had been slapped hard across the face. Or as if his cheeks got so cold because of the temperature, and that that would be the reason for his cheeks to turn into this hue of dark red.

But it wasn't.

I knew that. Because his cheeks were warm.

He said he hopes we win the war and that he hopes I'll be fine when I get back home afterwards.

He hugged me one last time, extra tight. And that was when I realized how strong he actually was, though he was pretty skinny.

He almost crushed me. But it felt good in a way.

Like a proper "goodbye", unlike the one I got from my mother when I left. The look she gave me. The disgusted look. And at the same time a warning that if I screw this up, it's over for me.

He then hurried to his friends in the French camp, and I felt the warmth disappear with him as he left.

When I went back to the trenches that night, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

How he hugged me. Kissed me.

And how I would never get to experience that warmth again.

A week later, when the war was on again, I saw Nestor. But it wasn't the same warm and tickling feeling that I had experienced before, that now filled my body.

Now it was pure panic.

I made eye contact with him for a few seconds. But then he was shot by someone from the German army.

He looked into my eyes as he fell dead to the ground.

I couldn't help the tears that flooded my eyes, down my cheeks the second his eyes closed.

His soft cheeks against the hard, dirty ground.

I hid my head behind the path of the trenches and wept as I had never done before.

It hurts so bad.

And not like a wound that goes away after a while. Not like the wounds mother gave me every time she got ashamed of me.

This was something much deeper, and that hurt a thousand times more.

This was an indescribable pain.

The reason I'm now writing to you Elise is because I don't know if I'll live another month, another week, or even another day here.

You're the one who's been there for me the most during my time in Germany after father died. And the one who understands me.

I don't want to die without you knowing what happened. And I want you to be able to explain all of this to Lily one day if I don't come back.

I wish for you to say hello to Mother and Lily, and for you to tell them that I love them.

So much. And that I always did.

Even though she hasn't treated me very well, I will never stop loving Mother Heidi.

Nor you.

Thank you for always being there when I needed you. Take good care of yourself and the rest of the family.

Be well, much love

// Felix

Author's note: This is my first story and I hope you all like it. Idk if it's good or not. I tried to have some facts in it like the peace during Christmas and the cat, but idk.

Lmk if you'd like it from Nestor's POV or if you want me to write it as if they are living it, and not as it was written now (like a letter).

Thanks <33

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These are the main characters for the story I'm currently writing:

Felix. 25 years old and German:

Background:

He has a little sister named Lily, and she is 11 years old.

Since his dad (Walther: should have been 46) died 9 years ago Heidi (Felix's mom - 43 years old) has been even harsher on him. The only one who truly understands Felix is his dad's sister (Elise. 32 years old) who moved in with them when he died. She could see herself a bit in him, since she never was the favorite child and never got prioritated.

And when the war begins Heidi is happy because "they would so easily win over the others" and therefore gladly sent him to the war.

Nestor. 26 years old and French:

Background:

He's the only child and therefore his parents (Chloe: 44 years old, and William 46 years old) have had higher expectations on him. And when the war begun, they were happy to have another reason to be proud of their son. So Nestor got anxious, but didn't tell his parents, in fear to disappoint them.

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Hold up one second, if you're really taking requests atm, then are there any actual rules or conditions that we should be aware of? Do they have to involve certain fandoms and such? And are crossovers also allowed?

Not really. It's just that it would be easier if it is from fandoms I'm aware of, but I could try doing other fandoms too, as long as you could give me some basic info in the request so I could keep it in the back of my head, yk. Also, I'm not sure abt what crossovers mean. I swear I think've heard it before but I can't remember it right now, so if someone could just give me a short explanation I would appreciate that. Also I'm not so good at writing too spicy scenes. I could do kiss scenes and stuff but nothing too spicy. At least not yet. And if I do decide to try it out to improve and stuff, then I will have a warning before it. But I'm gonna try and fulfill our requests as good as I can. Thank you<33

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Hey, I'm thinking about starting to write stories (maybe fanfiction depending on what fandom, characters etc.), so if anyone has a request on what I should write you're more than welcome to!! Also, I'm currently writing a story now that started as a school assignment, but I think it could be a great story with some changes.

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POV: you read a book and before you're finished reading it you decide to read a fanfiction about it (that you love), but you realize as you read it that it won't happen in the book..😭😭