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[mirouie]

━━ mga liham na ang laman ligayang dala, ikaw lang ang may akda.

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HUNGRY (for fics) GAMES FINALE

first of all, thanks to everyone who participated and made this anni so fun for me, as well as for each other. i really hope it was an enjoyable game!!!

the final round was an intense battle between the many many (3) taesans and our favourite introvert riwoo, but one man has come out on top!

AND THE CROWN BELONGS TO... [DRUMROLL].....

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RIVAL! TAESAN X F! READER DARK ACADEMIA MURDER MYSTERY!!!

CONGRATS TO THE KING!!!

the fic will be very likely a long one, given the mystery part of the plot and my inability to condense my thoughts. current placeholder title for the fic is helter skelter (which is a beatles song!) or a numbers game (relevant to plot maybe we shall see).

thank you again everyone for playing! im sorry to say that the rest of the requests will be now deleted and very likely won't be written. i have leehan's hogwarts fic (quill you be mine?) and this fic left before i can cross out my list for the year.

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SO! i know what i said, that one final winner will be decided from votes, however.... i lied 😁😁😁

for fairness, and due to the nature of the genre, taesan's murder mystery fic -requested by kathy @dat-town - will be a longfic and more detailed,, BUT the rest of the ideas will also be written! they are now officially added to my coming soon post (you can guess which request is which from the title), and the synopsis and details will also be added in due time. i really love how everyone was so passionate for these stories so it would be a shame to throw them away forever...

these will be written as drabble fics/scenes (approx 2-5k) but knowing me, there is no guarantee that they may not grow into longer stories lolll. so yes! we are getting introvert riwoo, soccer capn jaehyun, gfz love triangle, howlsan, arielhan and everything else too! this will be my official (but unspecified) schedule for the year. you can also come by to tell me your favourite scenes so i can choose one that suits my style as well, if you so wish to! :))))

please do have patience though bcs im still chipping away at very ambitious and long works on my ao3 alongside this haha.

if you'd like a recap of all wacky journey we've been on through this event, including the amazing howlsan vs arielsan art that aylin @starriniqhts has done, you can go to this link and scroll down!

THANK YOU AGAIN! I love you alllll (pls don't hate me too much for toying with your feelings hehe......hopefully this was a rollercoaster ride you enjoyed as much as i did 🥰🥰🥰

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[mirouie]

YIPPIEEEEEEE congrats murder mystery taesan ^^ i'm excited raaahhhh

ALSO EVERYONE ELSE LIVED HOORAYYYYY @ivehan WE'RE SEEN ARIELHAN IN A SEASHELL BRA 😭😭😭😭😭

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ .ᐟ.ᐟ a museum of people — 한태산

⋮ ⌗ ┆synopsis: you became a museum of people, preserving every laugh, every story, every passing preference behind glass. the problem was that nobody ever stayed long enough to learn yours. a story about loneliness, being loved in fractions, and what happens when the person who always remembers decides to stop..

⋮ ⌗ ┆trigger warnings: emotional, self doubt, loneliness, insecurity, jealousy, overthinking, fear of being overlooked, mental health issues, intended lowercase, bestfriend taesan, my personal feelings over the past months compiled into a fic

⋮ ⌗ ┆word count: 3.55k

⋮ ⌗ ┆authors note: hihi everyone, I wrote this fic after months of bottling up my feelings and I couldn't keep them in hence I wrote this fic. i'm not someone who's good at expressing my feelings so openly so I hope this fic can be a substitute for that and just imagine you, the reader, is 'taesan' while 'you' in this story for maximum effect. :)

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some people are constellations. no matter where they go, eyes naturally follow them, finding them in the night sky. others are shooting stars, wanted desperately and sparkled bright for a fleeting moment, burning in the night sky. you have always wondered which one you were. perhaps the one that twinkled? or perhaps neither. perhaps you were the moon reflected in a small puddle of rainwater, noticed only when someone happened to glance down when stepped on, only for a second and then they go back to their daily routine. you spent months weaving yourself into others, tucking their favourite songs between your ribs, carrying their stories in your pockets, remembering them with devotion that bordered on worship. 

yet when you reached out your hands, hoping to find traces of yourself in return, they come back empty. you became a museum of people, every laugh preserved behind glass, every passing comment careful, every preference memorised as though someday there would be a test. meanwhile, your own exhibits gathered dust in the forgotten corners. nobody stopped to read the plagues with your interest or feelings carved into them. nobody lingered long enough to learn the stories behind them. they walked through your halls and left.

perhaps that was what hurt the most, not being hated, not being abandoned but being overlooked. being loved in fractions when you gave in whole numbers. being remembered only when convenient, like a bookmark tucked into a novel nobody intended to finish. you told yourself you didn’t mind, that you were being dramatic. people had lives of their own. people forgot people. but every forgotten message, every silence stretching a little too long, every moment you realised you were not the first name to come to mind became another stone in your chest.

eventually, you began to wonder what would happen if you stopped, if you ceased watering the gardens that never bloomed for you. if you stopped being the first to reach out, the first to remember, the first to care, would anyone notice the absence? would anyone search or the missing piece? or would the world carry on spinning exactly as it always had, proving what you had feared all along, that you had been a mistake.

after all, a candle can spend its entire life lighting the way for others, only to discover that once the flame dies, nobody remembers where the light came from.

more below the cut:

you’ve been friends with han taesan for months. long enough to know the songs he reaches for when the world becomes too loud for him, long enough to hear simply the opening notes of oasis, nirvana or my chemical romance and think of him before the song itself. long enough to know that he always buys pudding when he’s had a particularly tiring day, that’ll he reach for banana milk on the 3rd shelf without even looking, and that he can never resist stopping at street food truck on the walk home.

you know the stories he tells in passing. the ones that slip out between conversations and disappear as quickly as they came. stories about his childhood, calling his mom ‘auntie’, about his friend, him pranking his friend that they lost his passport, about things he finds funny. sometimes, he doesn’t even remember telling them afterwards, but you do.

the way his face softens whenever he talks about something he genuinely loves. the way he absent-mindedly hums songs under his breath. the expressions he makes when he’s thinking too hard. the habits he’s picked up over the months without ever noticing. 

somewhere along the way, memorizing han taesan became effortless. it wasn’t something you consciously chose to do. it simply happened. every passing comment became something worth keeping. every preference became something worth remembering. every fragment of himself that he handed to you. no matter how small, found a permanent place in your mind. 

sometimes you think you know taesan better than he knows himself. not because you’re special. but because you spent months paying attention. because caring for someone means remembering them. and you have always cared far more than needed.

whenever something reminds you of him remotely, you send it to him immediately. a song playing in a cafe. a black cat sleeping on a windowsill. a photo of a band tee that looked like something he would wear. an edit you see online. a quote you found on pinterest. if it reminds you of taesan, no matter how insignificant it is, your fingers are already sending it to him.

the problem is that taesan never seems to do the same. at first you don’t notice it. or maybe you do, but you convince yourself that it doesn’t matter. then someone mentions one of your interest, your favourite idol, and instead of turning to you, taesan turns to someone else. he send them pictures of the idol specifically to them, mentions the idol to them. 

another time, he excitedly shares a story you’ve never heard before with a group of people you could have sworn he wasn’t at all close to. and then it happens again. and again. and again. they’re such small moment that nobody else would pay attention to them. moments that sound ridiculous when spoken aloud. moments that shouldn’t hurt as much as they do.

but they do.

because every time it happens, a quiet voice in the back of your head asks the same question, why wasn’t it me? you hate that question. you hate the jealousy that follows it. you hate the bitterness curling in your chest whenever you watch him remember someone first. most of all, you hate yourself for caring. because taesan isn’t doing anything wrong. he isn’t choosing to hurt you. he isn’t intentionally leaving you behind.

yet somehow, every time he remembers somebody else before he remembers you, it feels like standing outside a locked door with your hand still wrapped around the key. and eventually, the tiny cuts begin to feel less like cuts and more like proof. proof that maybe you’ve spent months memorizing someone who never thought to memorise you back. 

you tell yourself that you’re being dramatic. jealous. selfish. 

you tell yourself that friendships aren’t measured by who remembers who first, that taesan is allowed to have other people in his life. that the world doesn’t revolve around you. so you swallow it down. every sting. every disappointment. every moment where your heart sinks for reasons you can’t properly explain. you bury the feelings beneath excuses. he’s probably busy. it doesn’t mean anything. you’re overthinking it again. and for a while, those excuses work. until they don’t. 

because no matter how many times you scold yourself for feeling this way, the ache remains. it follows you into the conversations and lingers long after they’ve ended. it settles quietly in your chest whenever you see taesan effortlessly connect with people in ways you’ve spent months wishing he could connect with you.

the guilt is almost worse than the sadness. you know he hasn’t done anything wrong. you know he doesn’t owe you anything. yet every time you realise you’ve remembered another detail about him white struggling to think of a single detail he might have remembered about you, something inside you twists painfully. 

you begin questioning everything. whether you’re trying too hard. whether you’re too much. whether people secretly tolerate you rather than enjoy being around you. whether you’ve mistaken being available for important. and no matter how hard you try to silence those thoughts, they always seem to find their way back. because deep down, beneath all the guilt and self-loathing lies a fear you’ve been too afraid to name. that maybe you’re easy to forget. and maybe that’s why nobody ever seems to remember.

while everyone seems to have people waiting for them, messages flooding their asks, their inboxes, their phones, friends checking up on them, you begin feeling increasingly invisible. it’s a feeling that creeps up on you slowly. you notice it when your phone stays silent for hours unless you’re the one starting the conversation. when group chats ignore you. when nobody asks where you’ve been.

meanwhile, everyone else seems to have someone. someone reading their stories. someone checking up on them. someone bringing them into a conversation. someone remembering. and you begin wondering what it is about you that makes people leave your name at the tip of their tongue before forgetting to say it altogether. that you might be at the front as a trio, but at the end of the day, everyone remembers the other two.

still, you smile.

you become frighteningly good at it. you smile when people ask how you’ve been. smile when they joke around you. smile when they tell you stories about people who seem to matter more. eventually, the smile stops feeling natural. so you start practicing. standing in front of the bathroom mirror late at night, tilting your head slightly to the left because that angle looks more convincing, pulling the corners of your lips higher, softer, happier. again. and again. and again. until you’ve perfected the expression of someone who is doing just fine.

sometimes you stare at your reflection afterwards and wonder why it still looks so wrong. why the smile never quite reaches your eyes. why it feels less like happiness and more like a mask you’ve worn for so long that you’re starting to forget what’s underneath it.

even your text messages become performances. you add extra exclamation marks. you type out laughter. you send cheerful replies even when you’re lying in bed staring at the ceiling, feeling emptier than ever. sometimes you’ll catch yourself smiling at your phone while texting someone, not because you’re happy, but because you’ve somehow convinced yourself it’ll make the words sound happier. 

as if emotions can travel through a screen. as if pretending long enough will eventually make it true. and maybe that’s the cruelest part. the more lonely you become, the harder you work to make sure nobody notices. because if nobody notices that you’re hurting, then at least you can pretend it’s a choice. at least you can tell yourself that you’re hiding. instead of facing the possibility that nobody was looking for you in the first place.

you wonder if anyone would notice if you stopped reaching out first. it’s a though that lingers in your mind for weeks before you finally act on it. not out of spite. not to test anyone. just because you’re tired. tired of always being the one who remembers. so one day, you stop.

you stop sending taesan songs that remind you of him. you stop taking photos of things you know would make him laugh. you stop texting first. stop asking how he’s doing. stop showing up in the places where he expects to find you. you make yourself smaller, quieter, easier to miss. and then you wait. at first, nobody notices. your phone remains silent.

days pass. then a week. the world continues turning exactly as it always has. people continue laughing. continue making plans. continue living. and somehow, that hurts more than if they had outright told you they didn’t care. because at least rejection is an answer. this feels like proof. proof that your absence creates no gap. that nothing changes when you’re gone. 

while taesan continues living his life normally, you find yourself sinking and spiralling deeper and deeper into thoughts you can no longer control. you start seeing yourself through the lens of every insecurity you’ve ever tried to ignore. replaceable. forgettable. temporary. a person who only exists in other people’s lives when it’s convenient.

you begin replaying old conversations in your head, searching for evidence that you mattered more than you think you did. you come up empty every time. sleep becomes difficult. some nights you lie awake staring at the ceiling, wondering how long it would take for people to realize you’ve disappeared completely. a day? a week? a month? or would someone eventually mention your name in passing and be met with a confused silence, as though you were never there at all?

the worst part is that you know these thoughts aren’t fair.

you know loneliness has a way of twisting reality into something uglier. yet the longer the silence stretches on, the harder it becomes to argue against it. because if people miss you, surely they would look for you. surely they would call. surely they would notice. 

but every morning, you wake up to the same empty notifications. and every morning, it becomes a little easier to believe the lie that has been growing inside you all along,

that if you vanished tomorrow, the world would simply be the same. 

just as it always has.

meanwhile, taesan slowly begins noticing the absence of someone who had always been there. at first, it’s the little things. small things. the kind of things he never paid attention to because they were always there. his phone feels quieter. 

there are fewer notifications waiting for him after school. fewer random photos in his chat. fewer messages saying, *plop* or this reminded me of you

he tells himself you’re probably busy. then a song comes on through his headphones. from the idol he knows you like. his thumb hovers overs your contact before he remembers. he hasn’t heard from you in weeks. another day, he sees something stupid that would have made you laugh. another day, he buys a snack and remembers you always trying to steal a bite. another day, he hears a story and thinks, i should tell—

before the thought abruptly stops. because he hasn’t spoken to you. a realization follows him everywhere, for the first time he realizes just how often his thoughts ended with you. through late nights spent staring at old conversations, he scrolls further and further back through your messages, only to discover something he wished he hadn’t noticed. almost every conversation started with you.

every song, every photo, every check-in, every how was your day?

you had been reaching for him for months. and he had never realised. because hed grown so used to your presence that he’s started treating it like something permanent. something that would always be there no matter how little attention he paid to it. 

for the first time in his life, han taesan feels the shape of your absence. and it terrifies him. so he goes looking for you. except when he finally finds you, nothing goes the way he imagined. you don’t look angry, you don’t yell, you don’t accuse him. you just look tired. tired in a way he’s never seen before. and when the words finally start spilling out, months of hurt come pouring out with them

all the loneliness. all the jealousy. all the guilt. all the times you see others be better than you. all the times you have been overlooked. all the times someone was more important than you. all the times you’ve cried to sleep. all the moments you curled into a ball wishing life gave you a fair chance. all the moments you wanted someone to remember you instead of needing you of convenience. all the moments you convinced yourself that if you disappeared, nothing in his life would change. all the moments you wished you were someones choice..

taesan listens. and with every sentence, the guilt settles deeper into his chest. because nne of this is new. these feelings didn’t appear overnight, they’d been brewing for months and months. hidden behind every smile and every cheerful message.

and the worst part is realizing he never noticed. that while he was taking your presence for granted, you genuinely believed nobody would notice if you were gone. and now, standing in front of him, you look at him with the certainty of someone who has already accepted the truth. 

while taesan is only just beginning to understand how wrong it is, by then, the doesn’t know whether he’s too late to make you believe otherwise because the problem is that by then, you've already convinced yourself that nobody would have noticed if you disappeared.

after spending so long feeling overlooked, you’re no longer sure if being remembers now is enough. because that is what you wanted, wasn’t it? for someone to notice. for someone to realise you were gone. for someone to come looking for you. for someone to choose you. and yet, standing here now, with taesan looking at you as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear again, you feel none of the relief you thought you would. 

instead you feel tired, so unbearably tired. the kind of tired that settles deep in your bones after carrying something alone for far too long. because the loneliness didn’t vanish the moment he noticed. the insecurity didn’t disappear the moment he came back. 

months of feeling unwanted cannot be undone by a single conversation. months of silence cannot be erased by finally hearing your own name. you spent so long teaching yourself not the need anyone, spent so long teaching yourself that being forgotten was normal. that expecting people to remember you was asking for too much. that caring less would hurt less.

those beliefs didn’t disappear overnight. they rooted themselves inside you. became a part of you. and now taesan stands before you, finally seeing all the things he failed to see before, finally understanding the hurt you’ve been carrying all this time. but understanding it now doesn’t change the nights you spent staring at a silent phone. 

it doesn’t change the countless times you swallowed your feelings because you were afraid of being difficult. 

it doesn’t change the way you’ve learned to expect disappointment before hope.

for months, you waited for someone to notice you were hurting. eventually, you stopped waiting. and that’s the problem. because somewhere along the way, the question stopped being will anyone notice if i disappear? and it became does it matter if they do?

taesan remembers you now. he sees you now. he’s reaching for you now. but after spending so long feeling forgotten, you’re no longer sure if being remembered now is enough to heal the part of you that learned how to survive with being overlooked. 

perhaps you had been wrong all along. perhaps you were never a constellation. never a shooting star. never even the moon reflected in a puddle. because constellations are noticed. shooting stars are wished upon. even reflections catch someone’s eye eventually.

you were the sky itself. always there. so constant that people forgot to look. for months, you stretched endlessly above the people you loved, carrying their storms, their sunlight, their wishes and their dreams. you made room for all of them. held every memory they handed to you with careful hands. 

and like the sky, you became something expected. something permanent. something people assumed would still be there tomorrow, asking for nothing. the tragedy of permanence is that people rarely think to appreciate it until it disappears. until one day they leave, and everyone finally notices how much of the sky was missing.

only when the stars vanish do people realize how dark the night has become. only when the music stops do people notice the silence. only when someone leaves do people begin measuring the space they occupied. 

perhaps the cruelest thing about being remembered is that it happens only after you stopped waiting for it. for months, you stood at the edge of other people’s lives like a lighthouse overlooking a restless sea. you guided them home through storms. carried their secrets. memorised the shape of their hearts so they would never have to feel alone.

and then one day, exhausted, you let the lights out. only then did people notice the darkness. only then did they stop and wonder where the glow had gone. perhaps that should have been enough. perhaps it should have healed something inside you to know that your absence left a space after all.

but wounds do no disappear simply because someone finally acknowledges they exist.

a flower watered too late still wilts.

a letter delivered months after it was written still arrives stained with time.

some things are not broken by a single moment, but by a thousand tiny moments stacked carefully on top of one another until they become impossible to carry. you spent months searching for evidence that you existed in other people the same way they existed in you. months reaching into conversations and friendships, hoping to find your name stitched somewhere between the seams.

months wondering whether you mattered or whether you had simply become convenient. and eventually, the wondering became its own kind of answer. not because nobody cared. but because you had already learned how to live as though they didn’t. 

perhaps that was the real tragedy. not being forgotten. not being overlooked. but becoming so accustomed to emptiness that even when hands finally reached for you, you no longer knew how to reach back.

after all, a candle can spend its entire life lighting the way for others, only to discover that one the flame dies, people suddenly remember how dark the room is.

but knowing that they missed the light does not undo the months spent burning alone.

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[mirouie]

well hello there mayabee your circus comment had me very intrigued 👀👀👀

well hello rosypie i have an idea dancing around in my noggin 👀 but i don't want to spoil it yet 👀 so maybe i could share the deets in your dms 👀👀

ok but a lil spoiler it's related to riu mwuehehe

[mirouie]

i have a bunch of pre-reqs to finish for uni but i've been procrastinating them soooo bad and spending all my time on tumblr instead... 😭 anyway what should i write next :>

[mirouie]

you're so pretty, baby!

boynextdoor x fem reader. | headcanons — wc (each): 0.2-0.3k how they react to you calling them pretty/giving them compliments.

tags: established relationship, fluff, comedy, pet names used, they're a bunch of silly pretty boys hehe

a/n: it's been a hot minute since i've done headcanons 😮‍💨 these are kind of short but cute :P

park sungho

— it goes either one of two ways, depending on his mood: a) he gets all flustered and red in the ears if you catch him off-guard (ex. he's cooking, cleaning, on his phone, literally just existing and yet he still looks gorgeous); and b) he'll give you a look that's borderline cocky and says "i know i'm pretty" but replies with a soft "thank you".

— if you catch him off-guard, he'll stop and stare at you like ㅇㅅㅇ? before going red.

— sometimes you just genuinely mean it, other times you do it on purpose to see his reaction (because he's so damn cute).

— he'll try to reason like: "what are you talking about, i'm just crouching here wiping stains off of the coffee table... ㅡㅅㅡ;" but then he'll mutter a small 'thank you' afterward.

— it'll put him in a good mood for the rest of the day and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen—there's a faint but permanent smile on his face and a bounce in his step.

— exhibit b: sometimes, he purposely dresses up so that you'd call him pretty. he knows exactly what you like him wearing (he got a hold of your pinterest one day but he never told you that) and styles himself up in the way he's sure would leave you flustered and speechless.

— he usually does it when you have a date or an event to attend, also because he believes good outfits shouldn't be wasted.

— so you'll dress up too, but then he steps out of the bathroom and your jaw is on the floor.

— his hair is slicked back in the way you love, the button-up—folded at the forearms—and the dress pants he's wearing match him perfectly, and is that your lip gloss he's wearing?

— in short: he looks stunning.

— sungho knows he's got you—you haven't said a word since he walked in.

"what's wrong, babe? does my outfit not look good?" he asks you. "what?? no! it looks.. good, sungho. amazing, even," you sputter. is it hot in here or is it just you? (it's you.) sungho gives you a look, eyebrows raised like he's asking you a question. you know what he wants. "you look pretty." the grin that splits across his face is blinding. "thank you, baby. you look pretty too."

 

 

lee riwoo

— shy cutie™

— riwoo loves when you compliment him, especially when you call him pretty, but he never makes it obvious.

— he doesn't ask for it outright, but you glance at him and he's practically shooting stars at you with his pleading eyes.

— it's ironic too because every time you do, he curls up like a turtle and hides his face in your neck, cheeks and ears positively flushed.

— he tells you to stop but is so... far away... from wanting you to stop 😭

— throws the compliments back at you when he can't take it anymore; it literally turns into an entire compliment battle all the time (spoiler: you never win) and you both eventually come up with the weirdest things to compliment each other on.

"you look so pretty, riwoo! your hair reminds me of an albino porcupine!" "thank you, my love. i love your nails, it's the exact shade of the red light in a stoplight." weirdos.

— also loves when you post him on social media and show off his style, it makes him feel so proud 😎 he's littered everywhere across your accounts and he gets so smug about it.

— reposts your stories with a "hehe >< thank you my pretty baby! <33" (he's actively kicking his feet and giggling while rewatching your story at least twenty more times)

 

 

myung jaehyun

— he loves being called pretty, handsome, gorgeous, whatever; he adores being complimented and basks in your attention all the time.

— shamefully asks for it at any time of the day; he doesn't care if you're at home or in public. he will sidle up towards you, wiggling his eyebrows, and ask, "hey, babe. don't you think i look hot today?"

— if you answer, he'll preen and give you an award-winning smile. if you're occupied with something else, he'll be all up in your space until you give him attention.

— if he's feeling extra playful, he'll snatch whatever's keeping you busy out of your hands and toss it (safely) somewhere behind him, pulling you into him and hogging you all for himself. you have no choice but to shower him with compliments until he's satisfied.

— on quieter days, the compliment from you makes him melt. you say a simple, "you're so pretty, jae," even when he looks like shit after a long day and he just... stops in his tracks, drops all his things, and flops to the ground.

he grins up at you with a lovesick look in his eyes from his heap on the floor. "you think i'm still pretty? looking like this?" you cup his cheek, "the prettiest."

 

 

han taesan

— taesan gets taken aback at first, especially when you say it out of the blue. it's not that he's not used to you complimenting him, but it's usually things like, "you're handsome," or even better, "you look hot today, sannie." (he definitely doesn't ask you to call him that)

— being called "pretty" isn't normally in his list of favorite compliments, but that's not to say he doesn't like it.

— of course, he isn't han taesan if he doesn't try to play it off. be all casual and say, "not what you usually call me, but i'll take it. thanks, love." but deep down inside, he's on his knees screaming into the void, heart racing erratically.

taesan, probably: SHE THINKS I'M PRETTY WHAT THE HELL I'VE WON AT LIFE I'LL RISK EVERYTHING FOR HER TAKE MY MONEY MY TIME MY LIFE MY LAST NAME—

— he's dramatic. sue him.

— when he's sure you're not looking at him, he grins so wide he looks like an entire idiot. he has to bite his fist to stop smiling and blushing.

— it gets worse when you call him "cute". you're not wrong—you think your boyfriend is the cutest man alive, too akin to a cat when he's being silly, so you can't help but coo at him and call him adorable.

— on the outside? taesan frowns and grumbles like it's the end of the world. inside, however, he's running laps and jumping for joy.

— in all honesty, try as he might, he can never hide from you. even if he fights to keep a straight face, eventually, he breaks and gives you the sweetest smile ever (to which, of course, you call him a cutie ^_^).

 

 

kim leehan

— this man is a sucker for being called pretty. maybe because it's you, but also maybe because he agrees. he knows he's pretty.

— it's a very common compliment you give him, and he glows every time he hears it. the biggest grin that has his eyes crinkling in the corners, the softest 'thank you' you've ever heard. sometimes, he just stares at you, hearts for pupils, and grabs your hands and squeezes them tight in appreciation. every time you praise him, he shows his thanks in the cutest ways.

— because of his reactions, it makes you want to shower him with compliments even more.

"hannie, your hair is so cute today!" "you look soo pretty in that sweater, baby." leehan literally just existing: you: my boyfriend is so hot 🤤 leehan: (੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ♡

— you're his no. 1 glazer. so what? he loves it.

— leehan also isn't embarrassed to straight up ask you for compliments. he'll walk up to you, put on his best kicked puppy face, and say, "honey, compliment me. please." tugs on your sleeve or hugs you for effect. and honestly, who are you to deny him?

— five minutes later, he's pinned you down on the sofa, half on top of you, while getting his hair stroked and sweet nothings whispered to him. he's in heaven, do not interrupt him.

 

 

kim woonhak

— this man and his fake confidence!! like taesan, he'll act all cool at first; he'll go like, "who, me? i'm definitely pretty, i know that," but then one look from you and he'll break and blush like crazy.

— he'll be all loud about it too, trying to cover up being shy, like, "ahh, stop! don't say stuff like that!! it's so..."

"it's so what, woon?" you inch closer to him like a predator closing in on its prey, a mischievous look on your face. it's always amusing seeing your boyfriend flustered. "stop that! you're scaring me!" woonhak yelps and runs away from you. you chase him down, cackling and calling after him, "my pretty babyyy, don't run away from meeee!"

— if anything, he loves it. it's just that he'd rather roll over in his grave before he'd ever admit it (you've made it your mission to make him admit it).

— sometimes, woonhak inadvertently asks you for compliments. at least, he thinks he's being sneaky, but he's quite literally the opposite of it. you think it's hilarious, but you won't tell him about it. let him live his delusion.

— he's dressed nice one day and is standing in front of a mirror. he runs a hand through his hair and sighs like he's troubled.

"hey, y/n." "hm?" you look up from where you're cozily curled up on the couch, book in hand. "...don't you think i look good today?" you smirk at the back of his head. here he goes again. "do you? i didn't notice." woonhak whips his head around, exasperation and betrayal written all over his face. "oh come on, babe! look harder." he raises his arms and twirls around for effect. you laugh heartily. "no, i still don't see it, woon. i'm sorry." "don't make me come over there and jump on you." "just kidding! you look pretty, as always."

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[myungjaehycn]

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[mirouie]

smth about jaehyun in a plain white tee and grey jacket...

[taestulipss]

RESULTS + ROUND 3

thank you to everyone that contributed to the unhinged past couple of days,, truly it was so beautiful to watch and cackle from this side of my screen 🥹 (jkjk). ariel!han did really put up a good fight but howlsan just did the impossible and made a miraculous comeback in their second fight. introvert riwoo is still holding up strong as so is rivals taesan. and a new contender has arrived on the scene too----and it's taesan! again! (my curse as taestulipss perhaps?).....anyways, the poll for the final round is open now, below. go bonkers voting!!

FINAL VOTINGS OPEN NOW!!

may the best fic win !

Introvert riwoo x introvert f! reader (soft angst, slice of life)

double date taesan fic (comedy + romance)

howls moving castle taesan (fantasy, fluff, found family)

dark academia rivals taesan x f! reader (murder mystery, e2l)

DO NOT PRESS THIS BUTTON 📢❗🚨

Voting ended on5h

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[mirouie]

airelhan...

[taestulipss]

hi rosypie i feel like i've been a frequent visitor in your ask box recently haha but i'm here to rant a little if i may

i genuinely have so many good ideas for fics most of the time, and i think they'd make good longfics as well, but i never get enough motivation to write them or i don't even think i have the skill to write long pieces even if i want to 😭 i'm kinda sad about it 🥲

how do you gain motivation/come up with ideas for scenes and actually make them come to life..... #helpagirlout 😓😓

mayabeeee hihi >< you are free to come by any time and as frequently as you wish hehe, i love getting to talk to you! ooo okay i think i have some sensible answers to this so i'll try to condense it in a way that might help.

kay im about to yap so buckle up, anyone who's reading this...

first of all, when i go into writing something, i don't have a goal to make it hit a certain wordcount. sometimes it just happens to turn very long (almost always on accident and its a real pain in the ass 😭) and sometimes its a quick drabble. both are perfectly okay! some stories are best when short, and some when long and slowburny hehe....it really depends imo. when i started writing on this blog, i was writing max 1-2k fics, then my ideas grew and so did the wordcount.... i think my first 'longfic' was riwoo's hogwarts fic and it was like 8k (and i was terrified that ppl wouldn't read it because it was long).

anyways, my point is that--wordcount does not matter! you should care more about telling the story you want to tell and having fun while doing it •ᴗ•

but in terms of coming up with ideas, i have a few tips:

1.inspo + outlining!

when i start with a small idea, i sit with it for some time, i listen to songs, watch movies, scroll through pinterest, talk about it with ppl (i talk a lot!), and most of the time i get a eureka! moment where im struck with plot points i want to add (like a one-liner, or a comedic scene, or a dialogue or trope etc. etc.) and i rush to go dump it as a bullet point on a doc. i actually have some examples of my very initial outlines for seeker, smitten , lovebug, and piss off your parents below. the final story sometimes changes a lot from the outline (as you can see from the fact that s,s yn is not a seeker, she's a beater in the final fic. also some points weren't even used, and some more were eventually added.... tho i ended up deleting my new outline as i went writing down the page....T-T im a messy outliner sorry)

2.endurance

im a firm believer that writing is an endurance sport. i have gotten stuck so many times in the middle of writing even short fics T-T......for lovebug, i sprint-wrote that last maybe 70% in one single night lol. currently im stuck with the final (hopefully) chapter of poyp,, but ive been looping my fic playlist a lot and rereading all the posted chapters (and enjoying it bcs i have the memory of a goldfish! :D) to get back into the mood. oh! and june made me a moodboard for it and that got me back into daydreaming about the fic again hehe.... i think the key is mostly keeping your excitement to write somewhat stable. i write my best when im very high on emotions and need to get it all out onto a page, so do things that make you happy to write would be my vague advice. writing is also kind of a lonely hobby, and while some people find it a good unwind and have fun working alone, im on the other side where i can't keep going unless i get constant feedback :‹... this is when you want to coerce your friends into listening to you yap! (jkjk). but yes, i know lots of moots (including me!) love to talk about ideas and writing as much as (maybe more than) we like to write hehe. id also suggest reading a lot! not just fics but also published books....anything you enjoy really! and movies and cartoons and anime and manga ...anything really. its all about getting inspo from random places. (even personal experiences count here. the important part is that you care about the things you write.)

3.beta reading

kind of extending from my last point, having someone to check in on your progress when you need them to helps so so much! sometimes when you get feedback in the middle of a fic, it makes the rest of it so much easier to flow out. and you get an outside perspective on your work that you may not have seen on your own bcs usually we're so stuck inside our own head when we write y'know and again, just yell into the void (i did) and people will be excited and eager to help you out!

4.writing

the hardest part sigh.....things are so nice when they live in your head but getting them out in that shape and form is hard. its kinda like giving birth? (not that i'd know but ahem..digressing). or like when you draw a sketch and it looks great but you start lineart or rendering it and it looks stupid 😭.... but you have to know our brains are kinda skewed in perception and that tends to cloud our judgement. id say take a break if you start to think your writing looks unsatisfying and look at it again in a day or two or much later. or ofcourse, ask a beta reader to give their views on it so you aren't being overly critical. a little hype can go a long way, trust me!

other stuff i'll say from personal experience: write genres that excite you and things that you personally want to write, not what might get more attention or just what other ppl want, go as crazy and nonsensical with it as you please--research is great but you are allowed to be silly too if you like, don't focus too much on wordcount just write the story, talk about it shamelessly and promo and tease it as you wish, it is not embarassing to be a fan of your own ideas :)), and take all the time you need---its not a race to finish, you're creating something with your own two hands that is precious to you, so you can be as slow or as fast as you need to be.

another random, but important, piece of advice, if you're stuck in a scene, do one of the below

a. change the weather (sometimes a storm or a snowfall can add so much dimension to your story and set the mood) b.add conflict!!! (introduce a new character, announce a bad news, break someones arm etc etc......sorry poyp donghyun 👀.... or cause arguments, misunderstandings, anything to add a bit of spice to keep it from tasting stale haha... basically never hand your character what they want too soon, dangle it in front of them and toy with them until u can't anymore (okay maybe too evil mb) c.get tropey! - your characters are pining but nothing is happening? there is only one bed for them to share! they won't communicate? have character C set up an elaborate scheme to trap them together so they now have to talk.

this got very long im sorry T-T.. but the gist is to not doubt your skill as a writer. its like any other creative hobby, you hone it through practice and actively polishing it. the more you do it, the better you get at it.

but obviously, there are tricks to when you don't want to write a scene because its boring to you or you feel tired of sitting with the same feelings for too long.... that's when you switch povs, or use non-linear narratives, or add some sort of action scene or smn lol (i do all of these btw T-T......the amount of pov switches my fics have jeeez...) you can also write the parts out of order and piece them together later (even though i dont do this personally, i do know people that do and it works for them!)

oh! also! write the way you speak! look up stream of consciousness , its a great technique to make writing easier!

anyways, i hope this made sense and helped somewhat (and that i didn't just confuse you more with my monologue ahshbajbhb).....if you need to talk about your ideas or any advice at all, both my inbox and dms (discord too), are always open! and anything you write, id be so excited to read heheh

[mirouie]

cream of the crop — tag list

welcome to my tag list! if you'd like to be added, leave a comment or pop into my asks ♡

@cinnamorollhyuka @ihanzzn @taestulipss @starriniqhts @ivehan

[cinnamorollhyuka]

In honor of rosy's hungry (for fics) games... howlsan n arielhan are holding hands n they are awesome😇😇😇 @taestulipss @starriniqhts and @ivehan enjoy the sillies (this drawing is LAZYYYYYY IM SORRYTTT😰😰😰😰)

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⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖⋆˚𖥔 ݁

[mirouie]

so cutieeee

[mirouie]

i've been thinking of making a taglist, does anyone want to be in it? 🥹

[ivehan]

oh fuck my life.

[mirouie]

as much as i love introvert riwoo slowburn, WE FOUGHT SO HARD FOR ARIELHAN IN R1 SO I WILL SEE THIS TO THE END. everyone imagine how cute and sweet leehan would be as a merman who knows nothing about human customs but is super duper curious and willing to learn everything he can... imagine his neglected pou eyes and pretty tail and the seashell bra rosy is going to make him wear 😭😭😭

[ivehan]

OKAY EVERYONE PLEASE VOTE FOR ARIEL LEEHAN FOR ROSYS BRACKET PLSPLSPLSPLSSPLSPLS (i was the one who requested it if u couldnt tell…)

[mirouie]

Guys just imagine ...........

[taestulipss]

ROUND 1 summary

- both riwoo fics neck to neck. childhood friends au leading by 1 vote

- little mermaid leehan leading over howl ts by 3 votes

- dark academia ts is leading by a whopping 13 votes over soccer jaehyun

- gfz triangle is now leading by 1 vote over the angsty leehan reincarnation

round 1 closes in about 12 hours! round 2 will be posted shortly after that 🩷

[mirouie]

knock on vol 2 is so fun I JINJJA NEED TO BE THERE SO BADDDD 😭💔

[mirouie]

*taps mic* HELLOOOSDBJDSISHDIE??!?@*@*+*@

What the Fuck. this is insane.