hey, cherry hereâŚi think this will be my final post on this blog, and writing this has already lifted a weight of my shoulders.
to put it simple, i am done with this blog, i havenât reached my one year milestone which is unfortunate but - i feel like its a need to end this blog. i donât enjoy being here, i forced myself to write which lead me to hate writing as well as creating. the reason why i forced myself was because it became a competition or i felt the need to do better. it didnât help that i barely had any friends, but the friends part i donât really care for as they come and go. i knew friendships would be hard to acquire within a small community.Â
instead of fan-fiction writing, i want to write actual novels and want them to be published. i know it will take years, as well as many rejections as i donât fit the ideal look - white - and many months of hard-work. but i donât care, itâs something iâm passionate about and iâll try with all of my power to at least have a physical copy of my book in my hands.Â
you never know, you might have a copy of my contemporary YA novel or a fantasy series in your hands in ten years timeâŚhehe
anyways, iâll probably stay on ao3 and write to my hearts content. a part of me will somehow be connected to fan-fiction, i grew up on the bloody internet and on wattpad (cringe i know).Â
thank you to all the people who taught me many things, who loved my stories and my work, have stood by me during tough times and shown me so much love.
this is embarrassing but, iâm leaving temporarily. iâm a very indecisive person, which has led me to so many embarrassing things like this. my personality is similar to chidi from the good place if youâve watched that sitcom.
Anyways! to put it even more simple since my ass is dumb and stupid, i am moving accounts. not at the moment as i want to take a break from writing and all that jazz, but iâll be making an account with one oc and sub ocs. the account will be dedicated to her story and i hope itâll be unlike the rest and a more interesting piece compared to the works that i have done.
hey, cherry here...i think this will be my final post on this blog, and writing this has already lifted a weight of my shoulders.
to put it simple, i am done with this blog, i havenât reached my one year milestone which is unfortunate but - i feel like its a need to end this blog. i donât enjoy being here, i forced myself to write which lead me to hate writing as well as creating. the reason why i forced myself was because it became a competition or i felt the need to do better. it didnât help that i barely had any friends, but the friends part i donât really care for as they come and go. i knew friendships would be hard to acquire within a small community.Â
instead of fan-fiction writing, i want to write actual novels and want them to be published. i know it will take years, as well as many rejections as i donât fit the ideal look - white - and many months of hard-work. but i donât care, itâs something iâm passionate about and iâll try with all of my power to at least have a physical copy of my book in my hands.Â
you never know, you might have a copy of my contemporary YA novel or a fantasy series in your hands in ten years time...hehe
anyways, iâll probably stay on ao3 and write to my hearts content. a part of me will somehow be connected to fan-fiction, i grew up on the bloody internet and on wattpad (cringe i know).Â
thank you to all the people who taught me many things, who loved my stories and my work, have stood by me during tough times and shown me so much love.
gonna delete this app cus itâs kinda boring i guess eek, youâll only see me on pc writing for dearest n then iâll log off officially....i really donât like this place anymore
birthday: 1st of july, 1996.
âś born in busan, south-korea.Â
heritage: ½ chinese, Ÿ korean and japaneseÂ
âś grew up in london, hong kong and shanghai
sexuality: straight
âś sheâs not had an eventful dating life
 due to her personality
height: 166 cmÂ
weight: 47 kgÂ
âś a shortie, but seems very tall because herÂ
body is mostly made up of leg
languages: fluent in | mandarin (a bit of cantonese),Â
korean and english
âś she barely speaks cantonese, and japanese. herÂ
japanese is so broken and considered babyish.Â
she spokes mostly in korean, mandarin and english
vocals: jorja smithÂ
âś r&b! the best genre for her!
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hugo is the eldest daughter in her family, and only girl after her mother. her parents divorced when she was around 7 and grew up in london. she spent her summers in china or korea, her dad would fly to london and then set off to shanghai the next day with his family. hugo was an average student, kept to herself and performed badly in subjects like science and maths. she absolutely loved to draw and began her talents in art from a young age, which prompted her to study art in university. hugo started dancing when she was around ten years old, but she never took it as seriously as art.
she was a trainee when she was around 16 years old for a few months but quit due to sustaining a bad injury in her right leg, making dance (the thing that got her into sm entertainment) hard to continue. she trained in sm for a year before returning home to cloudy london, already feeling her mental health intact. she didnât make much friends apart from a few (who she later on would work with)
mother, lee sohee was born in 1972. she studied nursing in university and came from a middle-class background. she met her former husband in a transfer program in hong kong and they got married 2 years after dating. now sheâs a single working mum providing for 3 of her children.
father, huang jing. born in 1989, jing grew up in hong kong with his single mother. he did not have a rich background and nearly quit school because of their financial situation, but his motherâs wise words convinced him into continuing his business and finance degree. he owns a few small businesses in china, including restaurants and provides a lot for his family.
younger brother, huang qiang. a 99 baby, born just an hour before 2000. this rascal is hugoâs best mate and are two peas in a pod. he followed his sisterâs footsteps in pursuing something in a creative field and decided in studying film production.Â
youngest brother. ethan huang. the youngest of the family was born in 2004, and heâs also his sisterâs baby. he tries to be the tough guy but rip, his sister is ready to embarrass him. heâs a bit of a fuck-boy ngl, if youâre british youâll know what im about to say. has roadman vibes, its kinda funny.Â
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training period â 1 year | SM
agency â Timed Nation (as of 2016)Â
position â editor in the company under the project [H#G] and singer
solo debut date â 240517
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extremely introverted, you know how i make all my ocs introverted. no one is as introverted and silent as hugo. her friends think sheâs some sort of prophet or monk from how silent she is. of course she has her laughter and cute moments where she does speak. but sheâs that kind of friend that listens, sheâs easy to talk to. on camera sheâs kept to herself and barely speaks but just recently sheâs become more comfortable in front of the camera .
hard-worker, sheâs an artist and editor. she never stops working, she loves her job and prefers it over singing. in fact she barely even sings, sheâs just sat working on projects, designing company related things, creating new things. she loves animating and making everything about [H#G] perfect.Â
insensitive, when badly angered hugo can go on for hours - spewing hatred and forgetting any kind of emotional consideration. purely emotional situations are sometimes confusing for her, thatâs why after she calms down, it feels like sheâs woken up from a hungover. cluless. when she was younger, it used to be worse but now sheâs learnt patience and perseverance.Â
On June the 14th the constitutional court in Belgium stated that prohibition of wearing religious signs in an establishment of higher education does not constitute a violation of freedom of religion nor a violation of the right to human dignity which includes the right to education.
This declaration meant that Hijab-wearing women donât have the right to get higher education. Some will, unfortunately, give up on their dreams and some will be forced to remove the hijab to get an education.
âI was in a school establishment where wearing a hijab was forbidden. Therefore, every morning, when I go to school, I had to take it off and put it in my bag. I had the feeling that I was enduring microaggressions from a system that was supposed to protect meâ.
#HijabisFightBack was a way to protest this discrimination. âđ˝ The right to education should not be negotiable. (source)
A gentle reminder to all that the first university the world ever saw was founded by a Muslim woman. Today, we have to beg to be able to wear a hijab and get an education at the same time â both of which are fundamental rights that our women are being stripped of.Â
Hereâs a petition that calls for the removal of the ban on wearing religious symbols in Belgian higher education! The description of the petition is written in Dutch, but Iâm sure that a quick google translate will help you with understanding it!
hi everyone, i was prompted to write this in a mass-response to some asks i received about one of my series and whether or not i should continue it.Â
truth be told, the series in question is exhausting to write. more so than any other work i have on my blog. i knew that going into it; having to write fourteen chapters based around the same thing and to not make them repetitive is so, so difficult. it has gotten to the point where i avoid writing it because i just know iâm going to be dissatisfied with the outcome.Â
as well as that, it takes a long time to write each chapter. the average length of a chapter in the series iâm talking about is 10,095 words; put into context, that is around 20-21 A4 pages in size 11 font. the majority of the chapters took days, sometimes weeks for me to write. and when i would post them, i would get next to no feedback.
iâve also noticed recently that there has been a severe downturn in the amount of feedback writers receive on their works; not just the list of stolen kisses, but all of my works. itâs hard to keep writing if youâre not being told a) that people like your writing and b) how you could make your writing even better. i may sound ungrateful but this is how i feel.Â
this gets said a lot, but it needs to be re-iterated, because this is what most people donât seem to understand. fanfiction writers write for free. yes, i have a commissions section open, but it is completely optional. i write because it is something i love doing. but, as much as i hate to admit it, writing has become more of a chore than a passion because of the lack of feedback i receive. there have been multiple occasions when iâve considered just stopping writing altogether because i think that my works arenât good enough.Â
âwhat is the point of this rant, kai?â is what youâre probably thinking. the point is that if you liked something, let the author know. i know iâm not alone in thinking this; the vast majority of my writer friends have also noticed this same downturn in feedback. likes donât really do much on this site. leaving a comment, whether it be an in-depth analysis of the work you read or a simple keyboard smash will make a writerâs day. iâm not kidding when i say that i still think about comments people have left on my fics from a couple of years ago. those comments stick with you and help you grow more than likes do. even if you donât reblog the fic, reply to the post and tell the writer you enjoyed it!Â
it doesnât matter how insignificant you think your comment is. leave the comment, because i guarantee you will make the authorâs day/week/month.Â
while iâm so furstrated for kai, this is exactly what i was feeling when i decided to put donât look back on a temporary hiatus. i know some of y'all donât know bc a bunch of you are new but interactions have basically bottomed out. iâm extremely grateful for the support you all have given me but so many writers are leaving or losing motivation because of this issue and it really is just a constant reminder that content creators need you.
in my case since i make original characters as well as fanfics with ây/n-ieâ type vibes, itâd be really appreciated for feedback, the notes are appreciated and iâm thankful for each one of them. but i became a writer for the sake of conversation, i want people to engage with me and talk to me about whatâs going to happen next, especially with alternative universes i work hard on like dearest. hours of research and editing has gone into it, and i absolutely adore whatâs to come and the story. but sometimes i just want to give up bcus i feel like no one bothers, itâs not only for me and i know a lot of writers who write for FREE relate to this. (and content creators as well)
being met with utter silence after working hard on something isnât a nice feeling, itâs like making something for a wall. a wall thatâs not flexible and has no holes to let my hands reach out to the other side and feel or hear sound. the sound that people are enjoying what iâm making, and even criticism is appreciated. i just want people to feel the same love i have for my stories, the excitement, the awe?
sometimes i feel like my writing is shit (especially recently) because i just find writing boring now and i force myself to do it at times bcus i know deep down that i do actually enjoy it. itâs gotten to the point where i think âiâll write thousands of words, but whatâs the point? barley anyone shows engagement.â i also think âiâm not getting engagement, that means thereâs barely anything interesting about ur writing style.â
call me ungrateful, frown upon this post - but iâve been disappointed a lot by how embarrassingly bad my work does. itâs frustrating seeing something you work hard for, not be met with what you thought it would.
summary: oliver finds himself sexually frustrated and a keen friend is willing to helpÂ
warning(s): foreplay, not actual sex, cursing, dirty shit, throat-fucking, taeyong gives oli a lil blowie
note(s): this was before oliver and taeyong got together, so in 2017, (kinda during 3am the series) this is the 1st time i write smut so bare with me if u donât like it, i already hate my writing - HELP. also this is fiction.Â
[ tHIS SONG ]
âhyung!â taeyong exclaimed in excitement at the sound of the tune vibrating off the speakers in oliverâs dark studio. the older boy let a small smirk grow on his face, taeyong managing to catch it despite the lighting and he felt his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. he managed to make his long-time crush smile? smirk? happy? he didnât know but there was a positive reaction.
âiâm thinking of putting this song on my debut album, youâre the first to listen to the chords. itâs not finalised though, i feel like itâs missing something, maybe change up some lyrics o- i donât even know.â oliverâs small rant had been fuelled by his stress and anxiety over his first solo musical project, he had hit a block. there were some parts where he genuinely felt proud of, like the chords and beats he just mixed up to show to taeyong - the vibes of this song may have been similar to what he felt around his best-friend, but that was something he was going to keep to himself until he had enough confidence to confess. he may like taeyong more than a friend, or maybe not, but that wasnât the point right now: right now he was stressed and on the verge of exploding.Â
âi think youâre doing well, just relax a little bit.â the petite boy replied, his voice softer than cotton candy, sweeter than honey and the reason why oliver felt hot. extremely hot. it didnât help that taeyong was looking him straight in the eye, he was a sucker for his friendâs pretty doe-like appearance. to others taeyong may seem intimidating, with his handsome face and âlifelessâ eyes - but to oliver (whoâs known him for many years), he was extremely pretty. when he first met him, he was the new handsome trainee that everyone was jealous of, he felt like he needed to be his friend. as the months passed, taeyong soon became his cute cheerful best friend, easily made shy, slightly dependent on oliver and just a soft ball of fluff.Â
but, now: taeyong had grown up, not only did he have a pretty face. he also had broad shoulders, a sharp jawline and toned arms that oliver tried not to stare at too long. did he mention he was a sucker for taeyongâs eyes? he tried to seem innocent, but oliver knew there was that hint of mischief and the repressed sexual tension taeyong tried to hide. he kissed him only once, before leaving. then it was a feeling of euphoria, a sign of reassurance and a moment out of impulse, just love. when they met for the first time after many years, it was awkward - he didnât want to fuck his close mate and then go back to square one. no.
oliver cleared his throat, ârelax?â he echoed, still not breaking eye contact. âyeah, relax.â taeyong replied sternly, his pupils dilating. he was now feeling hot, blood rushing to his cheeks again, this time they were turning darker. while adrenaline was quickly pumping through taeyongâs body, the air felt damp and tense between the two - just enough for the two to draw closer, as seconds passed oliver felt himself drown in the grasp of lust and stared at taeyongâs pretty plump lips that reminded him of cherries. he looked again into taeyongâs eyes, âare you willing to help me relax?â taeyong nodded quickly and oliver let a grin adorn his face.
breaking the short distance between the two, the older oneâs lips crashed onto taeyongâs soft ones, a sense of relief washing over oli as taeyong kissed back even harsher. the smaller one felt himself melt, it was happening again, when oliver would fuck up his world by simply giving him a kiss. except this time, it was more than just a burst of energy, it was a hot passionate kiss, one that made taeyongâs nipples harden against oliverâs chest.Â
they broke the kiss, oliverâs lips already beginning to swell. he looked dreamy, like he was high of some sort of drug, maybe LSD or marijuna. he grinned, and opened his legs wider patting the spot on his muscular thighs and soon enough they were kissing again. this time, taeyong sat on oliverâs lap while he played with the ends of his best-friendâs hair. oliver smirked against the boyâs lips while his hands travelled down to taeyongâs lower back, but the other stopped him and pulled himself back.
âyou have to relax, remember?â he reminded innocently, blinking slowly, making oliverâs boner strain against his sweatpants. he looked down and taeyong followed, the younger giggled and whispered âiâll help.â âare you sure?â The producer asked, âi want to please you so...â
taeyong pulled down oliverâs sweatpants midway, the older one took off his hoodie - leaving him in his black skin tight t-shirt and a man on his knees for him. it was a very hot position, one taeyong never thought heâd be in.Â
âare you nervous?â oli asked, looking down into taeyongâs dark eyes, shining with lust. âa bit.â the smaller one replied, âdo you want me to guide you?â oli asked, âjust in the beginning.â oliver hummed in acknowledgment and held taeyongâs right hand, placing it on top of his clothed bulge.Â
âpull it.âÂ
the sudden change in oliverâs voice slightly terrified taeyong, this was a whole new side to him. he was used to soft caring oli, gentle and warm. he was scared, but mostly aroused and followed the order. he pulled down his crushâs boxers, his dick was hard, the tip of it red and desperate. taeyong gulped, moving closer to it and admiring it, he was salivating, his mouth turning dry.Â
oliver grabbed the base of his dick and moved it closer to taeyongâs lips, âiâll try and be gentle.â he whispered, and taeyong opened his mouth. the feeling was foreign, he always fantasised sucking dick and watched porn countless of times no matter what genre, to learn how to: but he was frozen for a few seconds., clueless on what to do next.
âmove your head up and down - slowly.â oliver commanded.
and the smaller one listened, his mouth stretching as he moved his mouth up and down oliverâs shaft, savouring the taste of his dick. oliver threw his head back, letting out a string of curse words. it had been a long time since he last engaged in something sexual, and long overdue. he grabbed a bunch of taeyongâs hair, and pushed him slowly down.Â
taeyong felt his throat uncomfortably stretch, tears of arousal beginning to slip from his eyes. he felt extremely dirty and completely out of his comfort zone, but he was enjoying it. oliver pulled taeyongâs head back while grabbing his hair, letting him breathe while he choked on his spit and tried to regain his composure.Â
oliver placed his thumb in between taeyongâs lips, rubbing against them for a few seconds before ordering for taeyong to open them. âyou sure you want to continue?â he asked, looking deeply into the other oneâs shining eyes.Â
taeyong nodded, and spoke up âlet me do it this time.â
so he started with oliverâs tip, slowly sucking on it like a lollipop, making oli groan. the sounds that came out of the oliver made taeyong more confident and quickly let his tongue encircle the top of it.Â
oliver couldnât help himself but place his veiny hands on top of taeyongâs head, signalling that he wanted him to go down further. taeyong placed his hands around oliverâs dick and began to bob his head up and down, lewd sounds leaving his lips and the taste of precum entering his mouth.
taeyongâs arousal got the best of him and used his left hand to lift his shirt and play with his nipples, pulling at them and pinching them. he relaxed his jaw and moved down further, taking oliverâs cock fully into his mouth - hitting the back of his throat.
âfuck, just like that.âÂ
he continued moving his mouth up and down, quickening his pace. the boy couldn't help but moan against oliâs dick, sending vibrations all over oliverâs body. as taeyongâs fingers sped up against his nipples, he sucked quicker and swallowed around oli - making his throat tighter against his dick.Â
âfuck!â oliver breathed, his cock twitching in taeyongâs mouth and pushed taeyong harshly down. bucking his hips, making taeyong gag before he spilled in his mouth, releasing hot spurts of cum into taeyongâs mouth.
taeyong pulled back and looked up at oliver, sweat glistening against his forehead while his adamâs apple bobbed as he gulped. he looked down at the younger one, arching his eyebrows at the giddy one.Â
âiâm sorry about releasing in your mouth without your permission.â soft oliver was back, concern lacing his eyes. taeyong chuckled, âitâs okay. i wanted you to anyway.â oliver blushed at his words, taeyong pulling him in for another small kiss. tasting himself against his lips.
that was the start of the thing they call friends with benefits.Â
