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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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The Shark Stuffie

Anonymous Said: my life’s been pretty shit recently and I’m so stressed rn and my anxiety is through the roof meaning I can’t sleep either..could you maybe write something small about harry comforting you and coaxing you to sleep with sweet coos💕

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A/N: I feel like I haven't written some fluff in a LONG ass time...like the last pure fluff piece I wrote was all the way back in the beginning of January. That’s lowkey due to my vibes being off, my lack of motivation to do just about anything, and the fact that my writing schedule has been rearranged too many times. Either way tho...I hope y'all like this fic, it’s rlly cute and softtt and it’s definitely relatable for many of us. Enjoyy🙃

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You had a bit of an obsession with animal documentaries. There was just something about them that just drew you in and captivated you. Whenever you watched the films or shows, you were always glued to the screen and utterly fascinated with the creatures being displayed before your eyes. Whenever you watched them with Harry, he’d always tease you about your obsession and being completely glued to the screen, jokingly saying that you were more in love with the animals than you were with him. Which couldn’t have been the farthest thing from the truth of course. But in true Y/n fashion, instead of just shooting his far fetched claims down, you would always tease him back; saying that you were in fact madly in love with whatever animal was on the screen at that moment, and that if he wanted to reclaim his number one spot on your list of loves, he’d have to put in some serious work. And then over the following couple of minutes, the two of you would go on to further the banter, trying to land the snarkiest little remark and “win”...even though it wasn’t even a competition to begin with. Sometimes you two were able to go a good while going back and forth on who you loved the most, Harry or the animals and their documentaries. Other times, and most times for that matter, you two would just burst into a fit of laughs before snuggling up together for the rest of the documentary. You of course rewinding it to play back anything you missed when your attention was on Harry.

Which speaking of Harry, he thought your obsession with animals and the documentaries was the most precious and adorable thing thing in the entire world. He couldn’t (and never wanted to for that matter) get the image of your face lighting up when you watched the documentaries or discovered that a new one had come out for you to watch. He loved how happy and at ease you were when you watched the animal documentaries. On top of the fact that Harry loved how happy you got when watching the documentaries, Harry was slowly growing a little bit of an obsession with the documentaries too. And because of that, not only did he suggest making you guys’ date nights animal documentaries nights, but he also began to feed your obsession by means of plushies. If you two watched a documentary on giraffes, he’d be on the hunt for the cutest little giraffe plushie the entire week after and leading up to you guys’ next date night. And if you were going on and on about a particular animal he’d try to find the cutest plushy to get for you to add to your collection. Most times Harry was able to get lucky and find the cutest plushy for the animal you were obsessed with at the moment. But there were also times where he wasn’t so lucky. Either the animal was too exotic to be in stuffed animal form, or it wasn’t cute enough for Harry’s liking. He took his job of feeding your animal obsession very seriously.

But either way, plushy or no plushy, you were just happy to enjoy and share your love of animal documentaries with your boyfriend who you loved even more. And Harry, whether or not he’d be able find the perfect plushy, was always going to do his very best to put an even bigger smile on your face. Even if it meant having to get a little creative at times.

Now for the first time in the five or so months you’ve been obsessed with animals and watching the documentaries, you were stuck on one animal; Sharks. You weren’t quite sure as to what was so fascinating about the incredibly deadly creature but you couldn’t get enough of them. You were watching documentary after documentary on them and you even went as far as to find and watch old shark week episodes. You were quite obsessed to say the least. For the past, just about two weeks when you and Harry had your weekly animal documentary night/date night, you’d turn on something about sharks. Which prompted Harry to go out and find the perfect plushies to add to your collection. He managed to find the cutest one online the thought you’d love and he immediately placed his order so that it would arrive as soon as possible. While he waited for that stuffed animal to arrive, Harry figured you’d be onto the next animal. But no, the following week you were still obsessed with sharks. Which meant that a knot her shark plushy would be coming your way in no time. So once again, Harry went back on the “prowl” for the best shark plushies out there, spending the better part of his Wednesday evening looking for the perfect one.

After looking through the pages of plushies, hoping to find one that he could buy in-store, Harry finally found the one. It was a fairly big shark plushy, and from the photos it looked to be pretty cute, and it seemed to be very soft. All of Harry’s boxes were checked off. But the ultimate selling point for it though, was the fact that it was weighted. See, you had really bad anxiety. Your mind was constantly racing, you were constantly worrying about things and what could go wrong, and you couldn’t stop overanalyzing everything and the decision you made. It was hard for you to get rest, even when you were exhausted and in dire need of a good nights sleep. And your preexisting anxiety was only exacerbated by school. One of the things that made your mind and body all calm down in those moments where you were completely overloaded and inundated with anxiety and stress was your weighted blanket. It kind of forced you to take time out for yourself and relax, and feel comfortable, taking your mind off of the stresses that were fueling the fire of your anxiety. It was honestly like a much needed big hug and was absolutely perfect when you couldn’t exactly have Harry, your ultimate anxiety and stress reliever.

And on the topic of school, you were drowning. You were having a very rough week to say the least. Your to do list grew longer and longer as the days passed, and you were pretty sure your anxiety had reached an all time high and was on the path to reaching another record high. This week you had so many academic responsibilities you had to take care of, on top of all the things you had to do and wanted to do when it came to your personal life. You felt like every time you got one thing accomplished, two or three more things were thrown at you and demanded your attention. No matter how hard you tried to put things on a schedule and properly manage your time, a sudden wrench would be thrown into your plans and screw everything up; making your life increasingly difficult to navigate. Just the idea of school caused your anxiety to flare up. So to add everything you had to do for school this week along with your other responsibilities on top of that was quite much for you to handle. You didn’t even have the time, let alone the energy, to even have a proper breakdown and let it all out. You’d simply shed a few tears, take a deep breath, take a sip of your water, and push your feelings of being overwhelmed and tired to the side so that you could get shit done. The only things that brought you some type of relief this week were your weighted blanket, Harry’s comforting words, and you guys’ Friday night date night. And the plushies Harry told you he had for you.

When Harry spoke to you throughout the week and listened to how your week was going and how horrible it was going for you, he made it his mission to give you everything you needed when you came over on Friday night so that you can throw the terrible week you had away and have a relaxing and stress-free weekend. Once Friday finally arrived for you two, Harry spent most of the day just getting everything ready for when you came over. He went out and picked up all your favorite snacks, food, and anything else you liked, along with the weighted shark plushy and a new weighted blanket for you. You on the other hand were laser-focused on your school work and anything else that needed to be taken care of. You wanted to get everything done so that you’d have to spend no time whatsoever over the weekend doing anything besides being with Harry and relaxing your entire being. The only thing keeping you going today was the weekend Harry had planned for you. That’s it. And once you finally cleared your plate later on in the day, you dashed right over to Harry. You couldn’t wait any longer to watch your shark documentary with Harry and your new, no doubt, shark plushies.

When you get to Harry’s place, you practically break the door down and you nearly knocked Harry off his feet from how you ran in and immediately nestled yourself into him. It was nearly five minutes before the two of you even verbally greeted each other. At that moment, you just wanted to be held. Harry was the sure-fire way to calm you down when you were going through a major bout of anxiety. His presence alone made you feel safe and okay. You had your arms locked around his midsection, keeping your grasp on him as tight as possible. Almost as if you were afraid that he was going to float away from you. And Harry didn’t mind this one bit, nor did he hesitate to wrap you up in his arms and just hold you just as tight and close to him.

“Hi” You mumble into the soft fabric of Harry’s hoodie, breaking the silence between you two.

“Hi baby” He softly replies to you, squeezing you a little bit.

“Missed you this week.” You continue on, relaxing a bit more into Harry.

“I missed you too sweets. You had a pretty rough week huh?” Harry coos, continuing to hold you and stroke your back.

“Mhm…m’so tired.” You sigh.

“Well how about we get you upstairs and in a nice warm shower to get you relaxed a bit while I bring everything up. And then we can watch one of your documentaries. How does that sound sweets?” Harry proposes.

“Sounds amazing.” You agree, loosening your grip on Harry in the process.

“Then let’s get you upstairs” He then proceeds to loosen his grip around you as well before guiding you from the front door and up the stairs. Once you’re all squared away and in the shower, Harry moves his setup in the living room upstairs in the bedroom, hiding the little gifts he got for you on the floor on his side of the bed. Harry also lays out some clothes for you to throw on. You had your own drawer and everything, but even though that was the case, you still went right to his clothes. So Harry didn’t even bother going through your drawer for anything. After laying out your clothes and everything you needed for when you’re all done with your shower, Harry orders what you told him you wanted for dinner before you got in the shower. Which ends up being a good thirty minutes. It was just so nice to have some time to yourself and not have to stress or worry about something you had to get done. It was such a relief to be able to just stand under the running hot water and just not have to think. The steaming hot water melted the caked-on stress from the week and just rinsed it away, making you feel so much better than you did when you first walked through the door.

It was also a relief to walk out of the bathroom and into your boyfriend's bedroom with everything waiting for you. When you stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, you stepped into this warm and cozy atmosphere Harry created for you. The bed is all warm and comfy, and extremely inviting. He had your clothes and all your post-shower stuff laid out for you on the bed. Harry even had one of your favorite candles lit on the bedside table. The tv was even on with an array of animal documentaries for you to pick from. Up until he had to rush downstairs to get the takeout he ordered for you two, Harry helped you get all settled in bed. And when he comes back upstairs, this time with the food you (and your stomach) were beyond excited for, you were all done getting ready and tucked right under the covers waiting for him to come back.

Harry quickly shuffles across the room to sit the food down onto the bed before lifting the little basket he filled to the brim with your favorite little snacks up onto the bed, making you even happier than you were already, and hopping into bed with you. He then hands you the remote, giving you the power to choose whichever documentary you wanted to watch, along with a small peck to your cheek, marking the official start to you guys’ date night/relaxing weekend. While you and Harry watch the first documentary of the night together, you’re intently watching the screen just like always as you happily stuff your mouth with the delicious food in front of you. As you watched the documentary, Harry on the other hand couldn’t help but sit back and just watch you. He was so happy to see you all relaxed and peaceful, opposed to being all stressed out and anxiety-ridden like you were when you first came over.

By the end of the first film, you and Harry are completely done with your food and have moved on to clearing off the bed so that you two can cuddle and possibly fall asleep during the next one. Once the bed is all clear and free for you and Harry to move around, you two immediately move in closer and get nice and comfortable in each other before starting the next shark-related documentary.

“Thank you so much for all of this Harry.” You thank him, breaking your focus on the tv and shifting it to Harry.

“Anything for you sweets” Harry coos, turning his attention away from the tv as well. “I hate it when you’re going through it, especially when I cant be there to help you get through. So I just wanted to give you a nice relaxing and calm weekend for you to just feel better.” He explains.

“I love you Harry.” You hum, lifting your head up from his chest to peer up at him. You weren’t able to fully comprehend why and how you even deserved such an amazing boyfriend who always wanted to make you happy when you were sad and not doing okay, and even happier when you were already beaming. He was one of the best things in your life, and one of the few that didn’t stress you out.

“I love you too baby.” Harry whispers, looking down at you and locking eyes with yours. The same way you felt like Harry’s mere existence made everything at least feel better, Harry felt the exact same way. So whenever you were going through it and not doing okay, Harry didn’t take that lightly. He always made sure to do everything in his power to get you to a better place.

When Harry puckers his lips in your direction, you immediately lock yours with them, sucking you both into a love-filled little kiss. It was nice and soft for the atmosphere you and Harry were in, but it wasn’t incredibly slow, nor it did it feel rushed or like it was lasting forever. It was perfect.

“I got you something baby!” Harry whispers excitedly upon pulling away from your lips, tapping at your sides for you to sit up.

“You told me they were plushies.” You reply, excited to see what he picked for you this time. Harry always managed to get you the cutest little stuffed animals so you were really excited to see what he got you this time.

“Yup! And here’s the first one.” Harry says, leaning down to pick up and reveal to you the regular plushy he found for you the first time.

“Oh my goodness! That’s too adorable!” You coo, holding up and looking at the adorable little shark Harry got for you. It was absolutely amazing and you were so so so excited to see the next one.

“Ready for the next one? I think you’re gonna like this one the most.” Harry says, causing you to immediately nod your head in response. “M’gonna need you to close your eyes too.” He instructs.

Once your eyes are closed, Harry leans down and picks up the weighted and fairly big shark plushy before sitting it in your lap. He then grabs the new weighted blanket he got for you and sits it between you both before instructing you to open your eyes.

When you see what Harry placed into your lap, you could instantly feel the tears welling up in your eyes. It was like Harry knew exactly what you wanted and needed. You absolutely loved your weighted blanket and you always used it, even when you weren’t in need of something to calm your anxiety. You also loved plushies, even before you were heavily into animals and Harry was finding you all sorts of plushies. They brought you some much-needed serotonin whenever you were feeling down and they were your little cuddle buddies. So to have a weighted one, a combination of everything that never failed to calm your anxiety down was absolutely amazing and you couldn’t have been more happy and appreciative. That’s why you just couldn’t help it when you started crying. You wasted absolutely no time wrapping Harry in the biggest hug, thanking him over and over for the plushy. But it wasn’t long until you just broke down.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, I had such a horrible week.” You sob into him.

“I know baby.” He coos, stroking your back as you cried. Even though he hated it when you cried, he knew that you always felt lighter whenever you just let it all out.

“I had panic attacks every day and I didn’t get enough sleep and I didn’t eat much either and I didn’t have you there for cuddles. It was so bad.” You cry, your voice cracking at the end, making Harry only tighten his arms around you. He knew it was a bad week for you, but he didn’t know it was this bad. You only told him but so much over the phone.

“Well I’m here now baby and I’m gonna take good care of you and get you back and feeling better.” Harry promises, continuing to hold you as you cry into him. You were so vulnerable right now and he just wanted you, his baby, to feel better.

As you continued to cry, you continued to mumble and talk about just how bad your week was and how much he was doing for you helped you feel better. Eventually, you ran out of words and the energy to speak or even cry. So Harry began to whisper sweet little nothings and reassurance that you’re going to be okay and that he’s going to take care of you. And as he did this, Harry could feel your body heave less and less from the crying and the little hiccups that came along with it. Once you’ve calmed down a little and as the sleep begins to overtake you, Harry then unwraps an arm from around you and reaches over to turn out the light and blow out the candle before pulling the covers higher up over you two. He also pulled the plushy and still folded blanket up as well, just in case you wanted either of them.

“Please don’t watch without me.” You mumble, your voice all nasally and filled with sleep. You were no longer tightly wrapped around Harry, but instead resting on his chest.

“I won’t darling. I just paused it so that we can go back and watch it later on when you’re nice and rested.” Harry replies through a soft chuckle continuing to stroke your back.

“Pinky promise.” You mumble back, lazily lifting your pinky up from under the covers for Harry to hook his around.

“Pinky promise.” He replies softly, bringing his pinky in to hook it around yours, sealing his promise. “Now get some rest baby.” He whispers, pulling your still intertwined hands down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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zhuhongs · 3 years ago

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ive been thinking abt this for a while but lol so like my college group had like a joke competition to see who gets laid first and like all of them said id probably win which i find funny but like tbh idk. i don't especially care. like ik i could very easily start dating and sometimes like i want to but any time i even try i realize how little i want to try and connect with ppl. like i just dont care. i find it exhausting. i dont want to date or hook up or do anything. like all my peers seem to talk abt wanting to lose their virginity and date and have that like college 20s experience and like. i just dont see the appeal. like i do, i get why ppl want to date and have sex but like i rlly cannot find it more of a hassle than anything. like yea. id want to fall in love but ik at the state im in, i will not be a good partner to anyone bc of my own personal hangups and i just. cannot find it in me to even care. i dint. i just want to build a stable life rn and enjoy growing in my work and my art and learning. like... why. sure. id like to share time with someone and intimately be known but also like. do i? do we all rlly need to do that by a certain age? some ppl are perhaps never meant to live like that. not in like a tragic 'unlovable' way. i rlly believe its easy to connect with many ppl in that way we just need to subject ourselves to being seen more. but. just like, its not for everyone yk. also ik romance and sex arent mutually tied together but most ppl see it that way so ykwim. also by the same token i dont think virginity is like. a determinant of worth but also like. just bc its a societal construct doesnt mean that ppl shouldnt care abt who they have sex with. like... nuance yk.

#like anyone can find love but not everyone is ready or meant for that. and like i hear all my friends talk abt wanting to find someone #and gay sex this gay sex that which is great. rlly good for u but like. perhaps not everyone has to be persuing that. i wish more ppl #would consider that possibility. like pls. everyoneeer stop asking me abt dating. stop telling me im too pretty to be single!!#ik im pretty. i also don't want to date anyone. these are NOT related. appearance has nothing to do with finding love. well like it #shouldnt. i know ofc due to fatphobia and transphobia and ableism and racism certain festures are seen as undedireable and affect ppls #ability to be seen as lovable and thats fuckef up but like. anyone can find love. i do get its harder. moredo. no one is unlovable. despite #any of those things yk. i just yea #i like the idea of love just rlly not right now. pls shut uppp abt it sometimes. pls #🐌.txt #ask to tag #minors dni #jic idk

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cinnachuu · 4 years ago

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the overwatch women with cuddling hcs: pt. 1

a/n: I’ve been touched starved and I desperately miss writing so here’s some content for my favorite dead fandom <333

ASHE:

•oh good for you u got close enough to cuddle with this woman

•she likes being the big spoon regularly but after a long day she’ll reluctantly crawl into your arms

•she really enjoys playing with your hair and prefers to cuddle in silence, gently shushing sometimes

•she just likes spooning,, she feels safe and loved and comforted by the fact she has someone to hold

•if you’re standing or whatever she’ll wrap her arms loosely around your waist from behind and press a kiss to your cheek

•she’s not the touchiest person but in the morning you’ll find yourself pressed into her, Ashe’s arms tightly wrapped around you.

•she can’t really be a PDA person, as she has a reputation to uphold, but she’ll wrap an arm around you occasionally

BRIGITTE

•okay first off women ❤️❤️

•anyways she’s a big spoon

•she loves to just cradle and hold you after a long day, nuzzling her face into the crown of your head

•She’s more expressive through touch, as she tends to be a little flustered when expressing things verbally so expect her to hold you tightly and bring you super close to her

•she loves holding your hand or tangling your legs with her’s

•rambles about her day and everything that’s happened

•probably just tackles you on the couch and holds you and presses a peck to your nose, before bringing you close and asking how you’ve been

•if she’s been gone for a long time on a mission, she’ll be a pain when you ask her to let go

•you love it though :,)

D.VA

•hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs

•she doesn’t really care much about big spoon or little spoon, she just wants to hold you and be in your presence

•after the whole shooting star incident, she’ll come back from the hospital and break down sobbing in your arms, as you cradle her close and gently chide her for being so reckless as she tells you how much she loves you

•she gets all mushy after missions

•when working on repairs she’ll drag you into the mech and just contort you both so you can cuddle comfortably

•she probably prefers being little spoon, but she just likes being around you

•often, you’ll be seen in her lap with her arms around you as she yells in her headset, furiously spamming buttons

•adores holding your hand

•mushy and romantic

MEI

•YALL ARE LUCKY YOURE EVEN GETTING HER OKAY I STRONGLY DISLIKE THIS WOMAN-

•little spoon

•biggest little spoon ever

•she’s very nice to cuddle, often wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her face against your collar bone

•will lazily talk about her ideas and her day, words beginning to slur together after a while

•even though she’s literally satan she’s very comfortable, especially when she’s wearing her famous coat

•some days you’ll just sit on the couch with her, both numb with exhaustion and tiredly sip at hot cocoa, her head on your shoulder, your’s placed on her head.

•but your hands are intertwined, and she’s with you, and that’s enough.

MERCY

•she’s a busy woman

•it’s hard to get her to sit down and cuddle at times, as she’ll be at her desk working desperately to get things done

•you practically have to drag her to bed at times because uhhh wow please stop working,,,

•but when you do cuddle, she’s very gentle

•strokes the back of your head and whispers reassuring words to you, and if you’re about to sleep she’ll sing you soft Swedish lullabies

•she rubs reassuring circles into your back, asks you about your day, somehow still pampering you even if she’s exhausted

•she loves you a lot and she wants you to know it :)

MOIRA

•big spoon

•just like mercy do you rlly expect her to have time for cuddling

•she’ll come home after a long day and find you asleep, and slowly snuggle into the sheets and just bring you close, wrapping her arms around you and just sighing

•she’s more affectionate when you’re not around to tease her about it

•vry strong and accidentally crushes you when she holds you

•she honestly prefers you just coming to her and sitting on her lap, she’s able to hold you and still get her work done

•also because she thinks its cute but she’s always been more practical than emotional

PHARAH

•hi I love her

•big spoon probably idk

•she’a the type to get flustered when you hold her hand

•she’s not very suave and literally loses it when you hug her because how are you so adorable and sweet??

•you were talking to Ana once, raving about how you couldn’t wait to meet her and how amazing Fareeha is and she was just watching with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever and Mercy was losing it

•Kay that was off topic moving on

•she likes holding you, hoisting you up so you’re at least to her collar bone so she can rest her chin on the top of your head

SOMBRA

•like Moira, she prefers you on her lap so she can work properly

•she always teases you and pretends your crushing her and then she apologizes and says that you’re lighter than a feather

•”el amado, you’re mas ligera que una pluma.”

•then she playfully boops you on the nose and affirms the fact you can never hurt her I mean,,,have you seen the modifications made into her spine?? like idk but that must’ve hurt lol

•anyways when she’s not working, she enjoys just resting on your stomach

•play with her hair, please. thank you <3

•it makes her feel much safer and more reassured that you’re here for her stupid antics and you’re willing to stay.

SYMMETRA

•not that into cuddling

•there are other ways she can express her affections, so she’s not too adamant about holding you

•she enjoys being little spoon though! holding her tightly sends butterflies into her stomach

•she will wrap her arms around your neck, allowing you to pull her close

•but that’s on rare occasions, she honestly just prefers tangling legs or subtle hand holding over blown out cuddle sessions.

TRACER

•she can’t sit still for very long, so if anything she prefers holding you bridal style and running all over the town with you!

•but if she gets all tired after a long day of working, she loves to have you in her arms, nuzzling your cheek with her’s

•can talk to you on hours on end, as you just nod and smile, playing with the tuffs of her hair as it’s four and and you can’t wait for her to begin falling asleep

•rests your head on her shoulder, tangles her legs with your’s, holds your hand, idk she just loves being around you!! She just likes being with you!! She just likes having you around

•she loves you so much :))

#overwatch #ow #video games #overwatch x reader #scenarios #overwatch scenarios #I love Ashe #ashe x reader #dva x reader #sombra x reader #tracer x reader #symmetra #tracer #dva #mercy #moira #Mei #aaaaa #Brigitte

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hyperfixationtimego · 4 years ago

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Happy little hcs to atone for my sins

Taka and Hina are study buddies

Sometimes Aoi manages to get Taka off track because she’s just so enthusiastic and wants to hear about all of her friends’ hyperfixations and special interests

37.2 minutes later

Taka’s infodumping about how he despises moral philosophy but also thoroughly enjoys it bc that’s how moral philosophers are

Or he’s infodumping about political science and debate tactics and how speeches were effective or not for various reasons

Sakura and Mondo work out together

It started off as a coincidence when they were in the gym at the same time but it kept happening so they called it a schedule

They talk about their SOs and they’re smiling

Sakura teaches Mondo certain stretches and exercises to help relax different muscle groups for whenever he pulls a muscle or has a flare up from the thing with the bikes

Leon constantly asks Chihiro to turn alter ego into a vocaloid or at least program a bit of that tech into their system

Bc he would rather shave his head again than talk to Sayaka about producing music

He just has so many ideas

And it’s cool when there are kinda punk rock songs that are covered in an 8-bit or a vocaloid style

Byakuya and Celeste have a small series of bets with low stakes about what their inferiors classmates will do to lead up to them jingling away morosely like the fools they are

Sayaka shamelessly advertises her group’s mercy to her classmates and friends

Everyone gets their nails painted at some point

Nobody knows how Byakuya got roped into it but it worked

Makoto has rainbow loom

Atua forgives you

anyway YEAH LEGIT?

Hina has fully and thoroughly fallen in love with all of her friends and classmates’ expressions whenever they’re talking about something that excites them omg 🥺

she sees someone rambling and having a good time and hears the enthusiastic pitch of their voice as well as the general Vibe™️ that they’re giving off and she just???? [Y E A R N]

and also just???? her and taka being study buddies is so valid oh my god??? they’re really close because of it!!! And Taka always loves hanging out with her because he knows she’ll let him just Talk??? and he adores that about her????? And she’ll be ENGAGED which!!!!!! oh my god!!!!?????

hi in this house we love and adore hina

And Sakura and Mondo???? absolutely?????

they have friendly competitions over who can lift the most weights/do the most reps/etc. (they do it sparingly, ofc! bc Sakura at least knows that they’ll both be subconsciously trying to beat the other as opposed to listening to what their bodies need in the moment. Sakura is the single braincell of class 78 no I won’t take it back because it’s true)

and they totally doooooo like they both get such cute loveydovey pining expressions whenever it’s Their Turn™️ to discuss the latest cute thing their partner(s) did. and listening to the other talking???? oh my god it’s literally the neatest thing????

Sakura looking at Mondo: I would die for this man

Mondo looking at Sakura: this woman is literally beauty and perfection in human form

THEY’RE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS OKAY???

also chihiro joins them for training sometimes!!!! She obviously isn’t able to do as much as the other two are, but both Sakura and Mondo are always so proud of her progress??? They’re like “you are so cool and strong do you know that??? you better know that”

and speaking of chihiro hdbdvdvdvdvdvdvdvd on GOD Leon will Not leave them alone abt it and they’re just like

“y....you do NOT have the attention span,.......you’re gonna get frustrated within like the first five minutes......and then I’ll have done all that work for nothing..............”

but Leon’s >:( no I won’t!!!! music is my Passion!!!!!!!!

so it’s like *sigh* okay

and anyway leon genuinely does rlly like it???? like he gets burned out very easily and can only compose things in short bursts, but he’s always so so so proud of the finished products??? (Even if nobody else likes it but shush 😌)

and it makes chihiro :D to know that something she made (even if it was done with reluctance) has brought one of her closest friends so much happiness????? she’s also like good for Leon but also if he ever bothers them about something like that again they are Literally Going to Snap but that’s another story for another day vwv

AND YEAH LIKE. HE DOESN’T MIND TALKING TO HER ABT MUSIC IN GENERAL BECAUSE IT’S AN INTEREST THEY SHARE (quite possibly one of the only times they will have a conversation without one constantly insulting the other ❤️) BUT. ADMITTING TO HER THAT HE NEEDS HELP WITH IT IS THE WORST HE HATES IT HE HATES IT HSBDBSBD

god okay so. his first impression of her when they had just come to hope’s peak and met for the first time was “oh my god!!! she’s a pop idol!!! so she must know a lot about music!!! maybe she’ll help me become a popular musician!!!” and her immediate reaction when she first heard him ask was to literally roll her eyes and he was like oh okay fuck her actually

and then slow burn enemies-to-friends 💛

WHEBDVSVS CELESTE AND BYAKUYA JUST BEING RICH ASSHOLES IS SO FUNNY??? LIKE THEY HAVE WEALTH SOLIDARITY AND THEY ACT ALMOST LIKE alright your status makes you worthy of my time, I suppose-

they’ve had bets on everything from how many times kirigiri will pass out from exhaustion by the end of the school day, to how long it’ll take before Kirumi finally Loses Her Shit, to how many people will be harmed by Komaeda’s luck while hanging out with him.

Mfs about to die smh

and dhdbwvwbsvwvwb yeah like??? sometimes a normal conversation with maizono will turn into her being like “yeah, and by the way, if you’re looking for a change of style and wardrobe, you should check out the newest shirt my band just released as part of our merch drop, and-”

Makoto is the one who gets baited into her merch ads most often sndbsbsbdbdbw

even mentioning the word “merch” around Leon or Kaz will earn her a lot of groaning and sighing, and occasionally a pillow or other soft object being hurled at her face 💛

oh my god they all have a manicure spa day,,,,,,,class bonding 🥺

hdbdvdvdv they got Jill to break into his dorm and kidnap him ngl like the specifics they gave her were something along the lines of “use as much force as you need to without killing him” and she was like “DONE”

and okay I’m not gonna talk abt everyone’s nails but now I’m thinking about it and like-

Sayaka gets like a lighter violet background with gold and white stars smattered around them, more concentrated in some areas than others, and it’s generally very pretty 🥺

chihiro’s are a different solid pastel color on each finger!!! it’s very kidcore and fun and they love it so muchhhh!!!

leon gets a little self-conscious when it’s his turn because his nails are highkey disgusting from all the time he spends playing baseball - there’s dirt trapped under them and everything so he’s just like hhhhhhh anxiety go brrrr but anyway he gets solid black because he’s edgy and cool like that 😎

I think Taka gets a French manicure with little dark red flowers pressed towards the tips because!!! simple yet pretty!!!

Celeste probably takes the longest because her request is sooooo complicated like it’s black and red and long ass acrylics with overlapping patterns and everyone else just kinda sits there feeling h o r r i b l e for that poor nail stylist

Toko gets a checkerboard pattern, with each nail having a different neon color in place of white!!! Because she knows that Jill will find it cool and pretty and colorful the next time she fronts (visual stimming jill?? 👀)

Togami just picks whatever will get him out of the chair quickest hdbsvdvdvdbdbdb

anyway Makoto????? rainbow loom????? absolutely

he has so many bracelets!!!!! so many so many so many and he knows how to create such a wide variety of styles it’s so cool!!!!!! he wears a bunch of them at any given time because they are so fun to fidget with!!!! and rubber texture hvvvvhvv!!!!

and he creates personalized ones for his friends, too, like he knows their favorite colors and sometimes picks up on whether they prefer a certain style or not from the way they react to the other ones he’s made and it’s!!! just so neat!!!!!

I’m thinking about it and!!! he has a bi pride fishtail, a trans pride arrow stitch, a black and neon green railroad, a pastel pink/blue/purple/yellow ladder, a jelly yellow and green dragon scale, a rainbow double cross, and a bunch more!!! he also has a bunch with charms and beads added into them!!!!

He also makes them for his friends even if he knows they won’t wear them!! Like Toko, for example, isn’t the biggest fan of jewelry because she doesn’t like the texture, but he creates one for her anyway and fills it with so much love (it looks like a daisy chain!!!! because at least she’ll be able to look at it and hold it and still be interested in it without it needing to be on her wrist!!!)

he makes a ton of bright colored ones for Mukuro (usually either single or inverted fishtail because he knows she wouldn’t enjoy wearing anything too heavy or overbearing) so that she has more mobile visual stims!!!

similar for Jill!! although most of hers tend to be black and bright neon rainbow in various bulkier styles!!!! Jill will also force him to let her look at his bracelet-covered arm whenever they hang out because. my god,,,,,,so many Colors™️

he’s found that togami prefers black and white simpler styles, and that Kyoko absolutely adores singles, fishtails, and double fishtails in any shade of purple, and that Mondo likes any of the larger styles in darker colors + blacks and grays!!! Chihiro loves anything with jelly and glitter bands!!!

Leon usually only wears one at a time, but he cycles through every single one that his boyfriend’s ever made for him because????? GOD they’re so cool and his boyfriend is so crafty and incredible and just,,,,,,,,,hvvvhvv every time he looks at the one he’s wearing he’s able to calm himself down and remember that Makoto loves him........it’s also very good for stim and fidgeting <3

anyways sorry yes Makoto with a rainbow loom is filling me with serotonin and it’s canon now

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rainywritingsx · 4 years ago

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Request: Can I get a bnha matchup please? ;u; I'm a transman, 165 cm, 20 and bi/pan with no gender preference. I'm usually quiet/reserved, monotone/boring when spoken to, but once a subject of interest is brought up, or when im with someone I'm comfy with, my personality does a 180 - I'm loud, sarcastic, and annoying. My sense of humor is all over the place lol Ive been told that I'm "old in spirit" bc I'm really mature when I need to be, even if most of the time I act like I'm 5 lmaoo

I'm pretty chill for the most part, idc what u do as long as it's not hurting anybodyhdjdh im also rlly stubborn but a huge pushover, dunno how that works. I'm both carefree and a worrywart (to both others and myself) and I typically hold my emotions in cause I don't wanna bother others. I try to help others 24/7, even if it affects me negatively. Uhh physically speaking im a lot stronger then look, and I own literally no nice clothes lol its all graphic Ts, cargo pants and hoodies for me

I'm a huge ass nerd when it comes to anything science related, especially paleontology + herpetology. I love all animals (no phobias) and I have 3 snakes whom I adore. I also like to draw and write occasionally. I have severe MDD and SAD, so even with meds I can have really bad depressive episodes and/or panic attacks. This is getting super long so I'll stop now fjfkh thank you !! Sorry if I repeated info I got a shit memory

Before I start, I personally have no experience with MDD or SAD, but I did look up both disorders and I hope that what I wrote about them is okay. If you’d like to correct me, please feel free to do so ^^

I’m sorry that this is so long lol, but I wanted to discuss as many things you noted as possible ^^ Hope you enjoy it!! ^^

Reminder that as of right now, requests are closed!

I ship you wiiiith

Hawks!

Your personality reminds me of a rainbow in a way? So, I feel like Hawks would never ever find a day boring with you! Since he has this whole thing of people calling him fast etc, I lowkey get the idea that that also applies to his personal relationships, so having someone with so many fun personality traits is perfect for him.

I think Hawks is mature in a way, just like you are. I mean, he started his own agency at 18 and a few years later he is the number 3 Hero, that definitely does something to you. So I think it’s nice to him that you are the same, while also remaining carefree most of the time. It makes his busy and serious life a bit more fun.

Your chill attitude is yet another thing Hawks loves, since he wants to be that way as well. Also, with his job, he most likely can’t always tell you everything about it for safety reasons. As for whether it’s hurting people… He can’t always promise you he won’t do that, but he will let you know it’s always with good intentions. Villains can’t always be defeated with just talking to them.

It kind of warms his heart when you are worried about him. I don’t think Hawks is really the type to fall in love easily, so if he had any relationships before meeting you they may not always have been genuine. While part of him likes it, he also doesn’t want you to worry. He always promises to come back, and it does make him a bit more careful when patrolling, because the last thing he wants to do is upset his wonderful boyfriend.

Now, when it comes to you keeping in your emotions, this is where it gets a bit difficult. I don’t know exactly how much time you two will be able to spend together, so he may not always be able to be there for you when you’re having a hard time. However, while Hawks appears to be chill, he’s also smart and analytic and notices when you are feeling down. He won’t force you to tell him what is wrong as he knows it’s hard for you, but he does reassure you that you’d never ever bother him and he will always listen to whatever you have to say. However, if it seems to go on for a long time, he might push you a bit more, simply because he knows keeping it in won’t do any good. But also here he can tell when it really gets too much, so if you still won’t tell him, he will be a little hurt, but definitely stop.

He thinks you’re the sweetest person ever, but he also worries about your well-being at times. If he sees you absolutely exhausted but still telling him everything is fine, he will just scoop you up and go somewhere so you can relax for a bit. Sorry not sorry :p

He thinks it’s kinda hot that you’re stronger than you may seem heh, like if you work out or just do something that requires strength and he sees it, he might make a flirty remark about it and appear chill but on the inside he lowkey panics because uhm what how is his boyfriend so attractive???? explain?

I don’t think Hawks cares that much about what you wear really, if you feel comfortable in it that’s all that matters. You could literally wear a potato sack and he will think you’re the most attractive person on the planet. He might even spoil you a little by buying you hoodies and other clothing which he knows you would love. And no, he won’t let you give it back, it’s yours.

I can’t really see Hawks being super interested in paleontology or herpetology, but he won’t mind you rambling about those things to him! While he might not always focus 100% on what you’re actually saying, he will study your face, smiling at how your eyes are lighting up and your lips are curled in a happy smile as you go on and on about it. If you catch him not listening to you, he will just make a remark related to your beauty, partly to see how you react and partly because he genuinely means it.

So you love animals? Bird boi is perfect for you, now he sees why you fell for him ;). He definitely likes birds, i don’t think he particularly adores any animals but I can see him strongly disliking some mammals like cats and dogs (I think these sometimes eat birds sooooo yeah..) He definitely thinks your snakes are pretty cool.

Hawks doesn’t seem like much of a reader, but he would definitely love to see your drawings! He thinks every single one of them is super awesome, and if you ever give one to him, he will definitely make sure it gets a special place in his house, a place where he can look at it easily whenever he misses you or just feels like it.

As for your MDD and SAD, at first Hawks will be clueless on how he can help you out. If you have a depressive episode that causes you to isolate yourself, he will definitely force you to go outside. It could be just walking to his place, or taking you on a nice flight at night over the city. Afterwards, he will bring you to your favourite restaurant or buy you food that he knows you love. You will also definitely be showered in lots of love and affection. If you’re uncomfortable with PDA however, he will only do it when you two are alone. He will also joke around and flirt with you just to see you smile, but if he sees it doesn’t help he will stop.

Same goes with your anxiety attacks, at first he’s completely lost on what to do. Hawks isn’t stupid of course, but he’s aware that every person is different. If he finds out about this before you have an attack, he will ask you what would help you in situations like that. However, if this happens without him knowing about it at all, he can recognise what’s happening and will do his best to get you to calm down first before talking about it with you. Hawks may not always seem like the most serious guy, but when it comes to you he’s dead serious and always careful.

So, you’d be very lucky to have someone like him by your side :) Once Hawks is in a relationship, he will give his all. And any moment with him is definitely far from boring

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nagichi-boop · 5 years ago

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hi!!! can i get a matchup pls??? • im 170cm, very pale, i have a few freckles on my face and i have this mole below my left eye (other ppl look good w it why does mine look like dirt??? 😖), i lean more on the thick side but unfortunately not that thick 😔🤘, my hair is always up on a ponytail!! bc its rlly hot in my country, i only let my hair down at home. oh!! and my hair is shoulder length 🍰

im really quiet at first but when you get close to me i can get rlly loud. not all the time tho, talking too much exhausts me :d i appear as a very boyish person to others so i hide the fact that i like stuff like sanrio, pokemon, star butterfly vs. the forces of evil- ok i gotta stop. i like sending my friends weird memes at 3am. the reaction they give in the morning feeds my soul 👌 🍰

im a multimedia arts student!! i love editing photos and videos so thats what i do a lot on my free time. i write and draw too! but im not confident in it yet. im considered tall in my country so a lot of professors recommend me to be a student athlete, but i h a t e sweating.. i like watching people play tho! (but i almost never cheer even if its my brother or a friend im shy ok iM SORRY) this was hella long :000 i apologize bsbsjsb and thank you in advance!!! ❤ ��

Hey! Thank you for your request! I'm sorry it took so long for me to get to. Hope you like it anyways!

I'd ship you with...

Kuroo Tetsurou!

• I'm gonna assume you are in the class same as Kuroo for this, hope that's okay.

• He was walking with Yaku having another debate about their preferences for girls when he suddenly pointed at you and said "like her!", which caused you to freeze. Kuroo also froze as he realised what he did. He then ran up to you to apologise and explained that he was arguing about preferences and he was saying that you looked attractive. He then awkwardly blushed and jogged off, apologising as he went back to Yaku and the team.

• Honestly you were really shocked about the situation. Like...what just happened? This boy suddenly just came up to you, said you were attractive then left.

• You then saw him and Kenma the next day and he stopped and stared at you for a moment, before going over to you looking slightly flustered. He then said in a slightly nervous voice, "Uhm, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday, but the truth is I have kind of noticed you for a while. You look really pretty and I kind of wanted to talk to you. I noticed as well that you tend to doodle in class and when I glanced over, I thought you drawings were super cute...a-anyways, we don't have volleyball practice after school today, so did you want to go to a café with me later? My treat."

• Kenma quietly judged Kuroo because of how creepy he was being but also because he knew exactly what he was doing.

• You agreed without thinking since the whole situation caught you off guard, and he happily thanked you and walked off, saying he'd come find you after school. Then after he left, you realised what you'd done.

• You waited for him outside the school and he finally caught up with you, but Kenma was also with him. He then took the two of you to a cat café because of course he did and Kenma, who read the mood and realised he was third wheeling, left the two of you alone to talk while he went to play with the cats.

• It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but after Kuroo settled down a little, he became super easy to talk to and was really good at keeping the conversation going, which helped you to relax as well. Before you knew it, the two of you started sharing memes and cackling at them together. You could feel Kenma's judgement from across the room.

• Kuroo asked if he could have your number and you agreed. You sent him a 3am meme hoping he wouldn't get mad, and the next morning he sent you a bunch of messages about how he was wheezing and he couldn't breathe because of how funny the memes were, so you decided to add him to your target list of sending memes. Eventually, Kuroo started to participate as well, sending you memes as well as people on his team. Some found it funny, but others Yaku and Kenma got mad at Kuroo, which only motivated him to do it more. He also started to occasionally send some to your friends as well.

• You were afraid to be more open with Kuroo because you didn't want him to think badly of you because of the less "boyish" things you liked. One day, though, he caught you looking at pictures of Sanrio plushies on your phone, which made you panic. But he just smiled and said, "I like those too," which was really shocking. You assumed he was just trying to be nice, but then he pulled out his keys, which had a Kuromi keychain attached.

• (Apparently, he and Kenma found out about the Sanrio characters when they went to an arcade as kids and they bought each other keychains. Kenma bought Kuromi for Kuroo and Kuroo bought Gudetama for Kenma. Kenma's keychain was attached to the case for his Animal Crossing Switch. He told you to keep this a secret since he knew Kenma would get embarrassed, but it eventually came up in conversation at one point and Kenma showed his keychain.)

• As you and Kuroo got closer, so did you and Kenma. He was really good at noticing when something was off and he'd listen to your concerns. You also realised that you had a lot of common interests and you felt comfortable sharing your hobbies with him and Kuroo. When Kuroo saw the two of you talking comfortably about Pokémon one time, he had a really sincere smile on his face because he was amazed at how well the two of you got along and how you glew when you talked passionately about your hobbies. He fell in love with you a little more.

• You realised one day that you weren't exactly sure what your relationship with Kuroo was. You were friends of course and you'd spend a lot of time together, but you wanted more, you were just afraid to say since you didn't want to ruin what you had. Kenma noticed you seemed to be deep in thought and you told your feelings to him, to which convinced you to confess to Kuroo, saying it would make him happy.

• You nervously said to Kuroo that you'd like to date, and he just kind of froze and then said in a cracked voice "s-sure!" He then apologised for the strange response and then confessed that he'd had feelings for you for a long time, he just didn't know how to tell you. He then kissed your hand and thanked you for confessing, then he ran off to get ready for practice.

• Kuroo seemed to be a little bit more on edge with you now you were dating. When you confronted him about it, he said he wasn't sure how comfortable you were with displays of affection and the reason he was on edge was because he wasn't sure whether he was okay to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, etc. You let him know what your terms were and he relaxed a little knowing what his boundaries were.

• You were glad Kuroo was taller than you because you loved being able to bury yourself in his chest or shoulder whenever he hugged you. And despite his tough-looking exterior, he really loves cuddling and he's super good at it and showing his affection in soft ways.

• Kuroo really loves watching you draw and edit. He either quietly watches you do it or he sits off to the side and let's you get on with it, maybe looking at you every now and then and smiling at how pretty you look. Either way, he is fine with quietly hanging around when you work and he does his best not to disturb you, but also likes to encourage you to take breaks and cuddles you when you do so you can recharge.

• The first time you let your hair down in front of Kuroo he just...stopped? You got confused because you didn't know why he reacted like that, but he had to turn his head away and cover his face because of how much he was blushing. Even if you don't think highly of yourself, to him you are the most stunning, attractive person ever, both in terms of how you look and your personality.

• Kuroo really appreciate you supporting him during matches, even if you don't go crazy cheering for him. Just knowing you're there is enough for him to feel grateful.

• The club members love you as well. Not only are you Kuroo's weakness which they sometimes like to exploit for entertainment, you also get along with everyone super well. They were so shocked when they saw Kenma talking to you so naturally. They started inviting you out whenever they'd go out as a team since you were practically a part of it now.

• Kuroo is super good at showing how much he loves you, even just through little things. You also make him super happy just by being you. Arguing with Yaku that day was the best thing to ever happen to him.

I was gonna pair you with Yaku but I felt like I was only doing that since I've already done Kuroo as a matchup before, but honestly I think Kuroo is a super good match. Hope you enjoyed this!

Sorry this is so long btw, I am in Kenma and Kuroo loving hours, so this was fun to write! To be honest, I could have written more if I wanted to, but I didn't wanna drag this out too much.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #nagichi matchups

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inthestars011 · 5 years ago

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My Opinion On The Venus Signs From A Pisces Venus Pt 2

*you guys seemed to enjoy my moon sign post so i thought i’d do a venus sign one! just a friendly reminder that i haven’t loved or dated all of these signs, but some will be from romantic experience some will be from friends and me observing how my friends act in romantic experiences but this is totally from personal observations, so if you don’t relate there’s probably another influence in your 7th house or something, don’t take it on 2 much pls this is all fun! also diff opinions might come from diff venus signs, i myself am a pisces venus in case u were wondering!*

Cancer Venus

so so so caring! will be vulnerable with you and wants u to do the same as sharing of emotions is important to them in a relationship. Treat them gently as they can be sensitive to even the smallest of remarks or criticisms, generally knows they have to learn to grow through this and accept that that’s how people grow, but still prefers a more comforting encouraging lover. Loving them feels like home. You can drop ur guard down arnd them. They’re shy and won’t flirt much till comfortable generally. This is only for some of them but HOLY SHIT some of them can be TOO possesive, and i’m a stage 5 clinger so take it from me, they can be overly untrustworthy abt someone being unfaithful or sometimes if they’re rlly weird can get angry when you’re having fun out with friends while they’re not there, this is a toxic energy ofc and not all cancer venus’s will have it but make sure u watch out for that. Again if manifested toxically or is immature, can play the victim card if they feel guilty for something they’ve done to u. Guilt tripping rlly can happen w these ppl if not manifested right which is sad because some ppl fall for it instantaneously. Always a rlly good mother or father i find and/or is attracted to people good with kids. Always wants u to be safe and happy, will stick by ur side and take care of u when ur sick, can be absolutely angelic in that manner. If you want a love that makes u feel a steady warmth from the inside out, go for a cancer venus.

Leo Venus

Treats u like a king/queen. but also expects the same in return. V showy with their love, the type to wanna wear it on their t shirt because they don’t date ppl they aren’t proud to be with. Feels like love should be like hollywood, but it’s not always glitz and glamour. The dramatics can get a little exhausting. Really fun! If they like u tho everyone knows and u probably know too cause they just can’t keep that excitement locked up. Firey Passionate love. Loyalty is important as hell to them. Their love is great but so is there anger so just don’t piss them off. They find you really special if they’re interested in u, so be flattered. if you try to hide a relationship or are that typa person it will not bode well, these people want romance to be out in the open otherwise they are insecure that you are ashamed of them. The type to kiss you right in the middle of an argument. Fireworks typa love. Might act like they don’t give a fuck after u break their heart to save their embarrassment but chances are they give a whole lotta fucks and are royally crushed, theyll either do this or they will openly express a huge scene of tears in front of others to gain some sympathy as they have to feel like they haven’t lost everyone (even tho they lost u) for them to snap back.

Virgo Venus

cute n soft. over analyzes every fucking flirtatious convo and ruins the fun they are supposed to be having. So busy figuring out the pros and cons of a persons traits and deciding whether they wanna go for it, other ppl are making moves. it is ruff out here for a virgo venus my sympathy goes out to u. They aren’t super flirty, tho some might try to be and it may come out awkward and strange (some people actually find this awkwardness charming though). Not super showy with love like the leo in fact quite private. Is a good gift giver as they remember little details about you and get u the most thoughtful things. Just wants to care for you at the end of the day, pure souls. Not attracted to show offs or people who are arrogant. has an angelic almost saviour like energy surrounding their love. Might parent you or nag you which can piss a partner off real quick, but this is their personal way of showing immense care. If u like one ur gonna have to make the first move because chances r if they like u it’s been 10 years of them trying to figure out the so called ‘perfect’ way to approach u, so for fuck sakes, lift the burden off their shoulders will ya?

#astro #astrology #venus signs #cancer venus #leo venus #virgo venus #venus

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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and then there was light [2] {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: lmao sorry if ur not takin prompts but if u r what about one where the boys™️ have just preformed and reader (who is a long time friend of the boys and esp rog) and is secretly dating roger but after the show reader is so proud of roger that she just forgets about the secrecy and snogs him in front of the guys and Mary and they’re all rlly surprised and shook but Fred’s like ‘lmao my kids are in love’

A/N: 4859 words. So a few of these ideas are courtesy of the lovely and kind @roger-bang-the-drum, so thank you for your help. xx This goes a lot of places, and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as the first one. Feedback is always appreciated!!

Warnings: Smoking, M rated but no smut.

[part 1]

There are moments, sometimes few and far between, when everything feels right in the world, and right now? The moment Roger steps out of the shower, towel hanging loose on his hips, and asks you what you want to drink as he opens the hotel’s mini-fridge, you’re letting yourself bask in it.

The sun is peaking through the curtains, which isn’t doing your headache any favours, but he hands you a bottle of water that’s probably expensive, and pulls out a Gatorade for himself. Flopping onto the bed beside you, still wearing just a towel, the drummer is quiet for a long time, basking in the easy silence of the late morning, and the sliver of sunlight that’s bouncing off his chest. You let your gaze linger, let it drift to admire him, pale and almost effortlessly attractive against the quilt.

“Like what you see, love?” And when you meet his gaze, he’s watching you, grinning smug and knowing. Embarrassed to be caught checking him out, you feel a flush creeping up your cheeks, turning away quickly. His laugh is warm in the morning air, nothing cruel or malicious about it, and when he gently moves to hold your cheek, shifting you to look back at him, his grin has shifted to something has your heart hammering against your ribs. “Come here.” Voice low and intimate, he pulls you into a kiss.

It starts gentle, but becomes more insistent, your fingers ghosting over the bare skin of his chest as he pulled you closer, his hand on your hip tugging you closer, moving you until you’re straddling him. He’s got one hand in your hair and one on your ass, until it’s trailing up your back, beneath your shirt, nails scraping gently along your bare skin as your lips move down, trailing kisses from his jaw down his throat.

With the room only growing warmer, you can feel your hangover headache pick up again, and move to kiss just below his ear.

“Put on some pants.” You murmur, and he lets out a breathy laugh, as you move back to laying beside him, watching as he retracts his hands to lay them on his chest, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment.

“Tease.” His gaze slides to you, but there’s no malice in it, maybe a little disbelief, but you just raise your eyebrows at him and take a long sip of water, pretending like your pulse wasn’t racing, like hadn’t wanted to keep going just as much as he had.

“No strenuous movements!” Shrugging helplessly as you parroted his own words back at him, he shakes his head, but rifles through his things for a set of clothes. “For now.” You amended, and the devilish grin you sported was one he mirrored, and he stepped across the room to kiss you once more before making his way to the bathroom.

The moment, that golden, everything-was-right-with-the-world moment, it filled you with contentment from the tips of your toes as you finished off the bottle of water, and got out of bed, breezing around the room as you folded up your clothes from the night before.

And in an instant, the moment shattered.

“Room service!” What sounded suspiciously like a man imitating a woman’s voice came ringing through the door, which only had you frowning.

“We didn’t order anything.” You reply, confused, opening the door without thinking, not hearing Roger in the bathroom saying your name as a warning. It was for good reason, as it turned out, as you find yourself faced with Freddie, Brian, and John, all looking bewilderingly back at you.

“Spotlight? What are you doing here? Where’s Rog?” Brian asks, and it’s John who responds, expression shifting from confusion to exasperation.

“Brian.” He says, so pointed it almost hurt, and Brian’s face lit up with realisation.

“Oh!” And after a beat, the guitarist frowned at the implication. “Oh.” And finally, he sighed deeply, resigned. “Oh.” And he pulled out his wallet, handing ten dollars to John, who suddenly looked like the cat who got the cream. You furrowed your brows at the exchange, squinting, feeling a little betrayed at it’s implications.

“Well are you going to invite us in?” Freddie asked, and it’s then that you notice him beaming.

“No way, what do you all want?” Roger glowered at them the moment he stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed, buckling his belt. He hovered behind you, careful not to touch you.

“No, no, no.” You insisted, crossing your arms and glaring at the three of them. “What was that all about?” Your words were followed by a moment of silence, and the other three boys looking at you like they couldn’t quite believe what you’re asking. After a beat you hear yourself saying, “Do you really think so little of me?” And despite Roger’s actual scoff behind you, your gaze demanded an answer from the others. John at least had the decency to look a little ashamed as he passed Brian’s ten dollars back.

“We’re here to say that we’re leaving in a few hours, and came to see if you wanted breakfast.” And though his knowing smile had died down, part of you could tell he didn’t believe you for a second. He leaned in, almost conspiratorially, though his voice was loud enough that the others heard. “You know, wearing his clothes does hold some implications, darling.”

“I had a shower because I felt like I’d body surfed through a dumpster last night. But being incoherent is such a turn on, right?” The last bit dripped with sarcasm, and Freddie held up his hands defensively, taking an actual step back.

“No need to get bitchy, we’re just here for breakfast. You’re welcome to join.” And at his offer, you let your anger dissipate, uncrossing your arms. “We’re sorry if we offended you.” He added, and you smiled gently.

“Let me just put on some proper pants.” And with that, you close the door, leaning against it with your eyes closed, breathing in through your nose to steady yourself until you hear the other three leave. When you open your eyes, Roger is looking expectantly at you, and he does not look happy.

“What was that about?” He asked, and your expression fell as you stepped past him to grab your jeans.

“I don’t want to seem like just some groupie, not to them, not to anyone on this tour.” You mused, not looking at him as you stripped off the shorts he’d given you, pulling on your own pants. He didn’t respond, but you knew he was waiting for you to elaborate. “This is my job, Roger, and I’m happy to try things out with you, God knows I’m looking forward to sleeping on a bed again, but if things go south, I don’t wanna look unprofessional, like I was abusing my position to get close to you.”

“And what do you think they’ll say about me?” He asked, crossing his arms. “Rock-star lures in crew member with promises of fame and fortune?” He scoffed, and you looked up at him, expression softening.

“They’re not going to say that, you’re a man, Rog, and you’ve already got a reputation. You can go on living your rock-star life after me.” You mused quietly, and Roger takes a deep breath, making himself relax before nodding.

“Fine, I get it. We keep implications to a minimum for a while.” He agreed. Once your pants were finally buckled, you stood, giving him a thankful smile, moving to kiss him gently. “You know they don’t see you as just a groupie.” He said, half-smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Good; I mean I am,” you admitted with an amused smile, “but I don’t want them knowing that.” And he kisses you, warm, hands on your hips holding you steady, grounding you in the moment.

“We should get to breakfast.” He sounds like he really doesn’t want to leave, but you know the boys are already suspicious, and so the two of you head down to the dining area.

The moment you step back onto the equipment bus, there’s a sinking sensation in your chest, the discomfort practically crawling up your spine as you breathe in the stale air, and see the rest of the crew already sitting themselves in the most comfortable positions they could find.

“You’re not usually so late.” One of the sound guys frowns at you, and you clench your jaw, ignoring him and making your way to the back of the bus. You take your place, trying not to let the heat or the bumpy ride make you motion sick, resigned to the long trip to the next city.

Things have changed between you and Roger, obviously, the dynamic had shifted, and for the first two stops, neither of you were sure how to maneuver your usual breaks, especially since the other boys had been insistent on joining you. It exasperated you, clearly they didn’t believe that nothing had happened between you and Roger, but you kept professional, and kept conversation light.

The thing is, nothing really had happened between the two of you, not yet; after gigs, he would go to the afterparty, and you would be too exhausted from bump out to do more than make your way to his hotel room and crash on his bed. It’s nice to wake up next to him, his arm around you where he’s also crashed, almost fully dressed, but there was never enough time to enjoy it by the time you had to leave to get to the equipment bus before anyone got suspicious.

Except that they were, because you were usually the first one there - obviously, you’d been living there - but now, if even one person arrived before you, people’s eyebrows would rise.

“We’ve blown a bulb in the drum risers!” Everything changes the night that you’re pretty sure you’re going to die. A bulb blows in one of the parcans beneath the drum risers, and the sound operator from his spot in the bio-box, is losing his goddamn mind. The stage manager tells you, and you’re just confused.

“We have spares but-” You’re cut short by the frantic stage manager feeding off of the sound operator’s panic.

“Where? How fast can you get to them?” He asks, and you take a deep breath, re-centering yourself in the chaos before answering that you can get to them in less than a minute, but you’re not sure what- “Can we go to black at the end of this song?” The stage manager is speaking into their headset, and you feel adrenaline flooding your veins as you realised what you would have to do.

The space behind the drum risers is not a lot, and there’s even less beneath them; space enough to fit one person, maybe. And yet here you were, spare parcan in your hands as Killer Queen comes to an end and the lights fade to black.

“Go! Go! Go!” You’re urged on stage, pushed by the stage manager, and you move as quickly as you can in the almost complete darkness, sitting yourself down behind the drum risers as the lights come up.

“What the fuck?” You hear Roger murmur to himself, unaware of you currently shifting to lay on your belly and wriggle beneath the about-to-be-active drummer. The rest of the band also confused, none of them having known what had happened, but they played it off well, Freddie laughing with the others about a technical difficulty before starting their next song.

You unplug the faulty light from the power board the moment the first bass drum beat kicks in, and you jump, whacking the back of your head on the drum riser, swearing loudly and profusely, though it was drowned out by the music. Pulling the light from it’s position as the drum beats set your teeth on edge, deafening you with every passing moment, you burn your hands on the still hot light. Gritting your teeth despite the tears welling in your eyes, you pull out the scalding gel in it’s frame from the parcan, shifting it into the spare. As the song died down, you moved the spare light into position, waiting for the lights on that level to die down so you could plug it back in, and have it come up naturally with the others.

Heart in your throat, you can feel every movement of the drum risers above you, and you’ve never felt closer to death before; large burns on your already calloused hands, whole body being knocked around by the beat of the bass drum. Once you’ve finished you’re job, you pull the broken light from it’s position, and lay behind the drum risers in shock, staring up at the ceiling, tears in your eyes as the adrenaline has already started numbing your hands, and the music turns to white noise in your ears.

Roger catches sight of you at the tail end of the set list, and his eyes go wide, mid-song, but he can’t stop playing. Looking up weakly, you see the stage manager giving you the thumbs up, but clearly signalling for you to stay where you are, and you do, pressing your burning hands to your cheeks in an attempt to cool them down as the adrenaline slowly vanishes and you’re left with the realisation of what had happened.

The lighting designer and operator yells at the stage manager for a full fifteen minutes while you sit on a road case, still in shock after the gig.

“One light doesn’t fucking matter in that situation; she could have died! Look at her; look at her!” He hollers, and you realise vaguely that he’s talking about you. Looking up, the stage manager meets your blank, shocked gaze with a guilty one. “Get her to the fucking medical officer, that was so fucking irresponsible.”

Once there’s cream and large bandaids on the burns on your hands, you make your way outside, having been given the night off as compensation, and almost immediately you’re swarmed by the band, asking what had happened.

Freddie calls you brave, calls you darling, kisses your forehead and brings the others in for a group hug.

“I don’t get paid enough for this.” You’re definitely still in shock as the laugh escapes you, but it makes the rest of them smile, and they offer to buy you drinks at the afterparty. You’re too dazed to say no. The others seem happy that you’re okay as you walk to the pub, but Roger trails behind the group, expression dark.

He keeps you close all night, always by your side though Freddie is also just as likely to be on your other side. The boys are true to their word, keeping your hands full of cool drinks all night, though you mostly sip them, pacing yourself to keep your balance as the night progressed.

“You seem really rattled, Rog,” John sits on your other side as you take a moment of peace at the bar.

“She was beneath my drums.” It’s the first time he’s said it all night, angry and a bit afraid. John’s expression fell and he nodded in understanding, wrapping an arm around you to give you a squeeze, and moving to clap Roger on the shoulder before moving on.

When you suggest leaving, Roger agrees without hesitating, telling the others he would walk you back to your hotel room; they all gave him understanding smiles, knowing how much seeing you in pain and shock behind him, mid-show, had freaked him out.

The walk back to the hotel is quiet, his arm around your waist for the whole duration, though he still radiated an anger.

“Are you okay?” You’re pulling off your shoes, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Me? I-” the question seemed to bewilder him, and he frowned, still lost in his own thoughts, “I’m fine, you- are you okay?” He asked, and you smiled gently at him, still not having fully processed everything that had happened. “Who fucking let this happen?” He snapped, not at you, just bitter at the universe, now pacing.

“Roger.” You stood, reaching out to catch him by the shoulder, and he turned to you, anger melting away.

“You looked scared and hurt. I know how loud I play, I can’t fucking imagine being trapped beneath that.” He admitted, quietly bitter. “I can’t believe they made you do that.”

“It’s my job.” Was all you could say in response, expression falling. “Sometimes I love it, sometimes I-” something catches in your throat, finally looking in his eyes, and you suddenly understand, and you scowl. “You shouldn’t have to worry about me, Roger, it’s how I make a living.” You snap, defensive, turning away to get changed into the pyjamas you’d thought to bring along when he checked in earlier in the day.

“If you think I’m not going to worry about you,” his hands are on your hips the moment you pull off your shirt, his voice a low growl in your ear, “you’re dead wrong.” A shiver runs through you, and he turns you around, pulling you close enough that he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, bodies pressed together where you’re only wearing a bra and your jeans.

Seeing the fear in your eyes when he had looked back had fucking terrified him, and he can’t get the image out of his mind. When he opens his eyes now, however, you’re looking up at him, pupils blown wide, smirk on your lips.

“Shut the fuck up, just tell me I’m good at my job-” You tease, but you don’t mind when he interrupts you with a kiss. All he wants to do is to hold you, be with you after everything that had happened; the realisation that his feelings for you ran a lot deeper than he thought began to shift to a primal need to show you what you mean to him in the best way he knew how.

“You’re incredible at your job, okay?” He murmurs, walking you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you sit back on it. “What you did tonight? Dedicated to a fucking fault, you know that right?” He’s making quick work of his own shirt as you slide further back onto the bed, grinning as he praises you. “At the top of a ladder, you’re the queen of the goddamn stage and you know it, don’t you?” He follows you onto the bed, leaning over you, seeing the equal parts pride and mischief in your eyes, splayed out and waiting beneath him on top of the duvet. Your grin morphs into a smirk, the only confirmation he gets before you’re pulling him into a heated kiss.

When you wake the next morning, your burnt hands ache a little, but that’s nothing compared to the ease and contentment that you find yourself filled with. Roger’s got an arm slung over your hip, you can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing with his chest pressed against your back. You lace your fingers with his, feeling him give your hand a gentle squeeze in his sleep, and let yourself fall back to sleep.

Things get easier after that, between the two of you, easier and more comfortable. After everything that had happened, it seemed the other band members’ suspicions had died down, which you were thankful for, and it seemed like things almost went back to normal.

You spend your breaks up ladders and shoving lights into the drum risers from the front, and you have a smoke with Roger as the break comes to an end, though now more often than not you’re using his stomach as a pillow. Freddie’s the only one who’s seen the change, you think, but he has the decency not to say anything.

The sex is pretty incredible; you’re given a few nights off from bump out after the incident had occurred, which you and Roger took full advantage of. Even after, you started to attend more of the afterparties, integrating yourself into the culture he was already so submerged in.

Sometimes, you’d get there late, and there’d be girls hanging around like flies, and you’d have to beat your own rising jealousy with a stick, because once you arrived, still wearing theatre blacks, he’d have eyes for no-one else.

So maybe you got comfortable in the new, easy dynamic, been a little bit careless.

“Lighting wench?” He calls, and you make a noise of discomfort in the back of your throat.

“You know I hate that.” You call to him from where you’re sitting against the drum risers, and ask him to retrieve the stack of gels from where they were resting on the edge of the stage. He does so without complaint, pulling out a cigarette and patting his pockets for a lighter. He doesn’t even need to turn and ask for you to pull the one from your pocket.

Lighting the cigarette as you cut a new gel for the ones that had been burned through during the last show, you feel him put the lighter back in your pocket, and hear him take a long drag, leaning back. It’s a comfortable silence that spreads between you, and he’s offering you the cigarette after he takes a second draft. When you look up, he presses a quick kiss to your lips, more as a greeting than anything else, and you take the cigarette from him with a smile, passing him the stack of gels to hold while you worked.

“Um, Y/N?” It’s the sound operator, and you look up suddenly, unsure of how long he’d been there. “I was told you’re the person to talk to if I want a cable run?” He asked, a little confused.

“It’s Spotlight.” Roger doesn’t look at the interloper, looks instead out to the empty audience. The sound operator doesn’t look less confused.

“I’m your gal!” You reply, smiling far brighter than you necessarily needed to, pointedly ignoring Roger. After being handed a cable for the weirdly positioned amps in this particular theatre, the sound designer leaves, giving an awkward smile to Roger, who’s been sitting, smoking, and crinkling a gel between his fingers while he waited.

“Thanks, uh- thanks Spotlight.” And with that, he leaves you and Roger to yourselves. Roger’s smiling to himself.

“Shut up, you barely call me Spotlight anymore.” You roll your eyes at him and begin to run the cord, listening as Roger mutters something about it being the principle of the thing, and moving to practice a song you didn’t recognise.

From that moment on, there was a tension in the air, and it felt like everywhere you went, the other members of the crew were watching your every move. It made it difficult to steal from the band’s catering, but it made it substantially worse to try and have a private moment with Roger.

“How’d you get so close with the band?” The assistant stage manager actually chose to sit with you at the back of the equipment bus on one of the shorter journeys you would be taking.

“They started hanging around me, I sort of had no say in it.” You shrug as much as your pretzeled up position in the back allowed.

“But they like, really like you.” She grinned, eyes shining as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Like, Freddie gave you a nickname, Spotlight.” She said, pointedly, and you shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, he saw me... doing my job.” You mused, unsure if your discomfort wasn’t clear, or if she was just choosing to ignore it.

“And I heard about how Roger spends all his lunches with-”

“Yeah,” you laugh, loud and uncomfortable, cutting her off, “listen, why are you asking me this? You know you can just talk to them if you want to get to know them... they’re just people.” She looked taken aback by that, and you think she’s finally starting to get it. Except that you’re pretty sure you’ve offended her with your bluntness, and she purses her lips.

“Well, anyways, I’m glad he’s got a little ‘tour girlfriend’.” She sneers, and her words hit you squarely in the chest. She stumbles back to the front of the bus as it continues along, and you feel like you’re gasping for air.

“Hey, what are we?” It’s only a few stops until this leg of the tour is over, and the ASM’s words have been playing on a loop in your head for almost a week. Roger, laying beside you in the morning sunlight, is quiet for a long moment.

“Whaddya mean?” He asks, propping himself up on his elbow to properly look at you, though you’re staring at the ceiling, slight frown creasing your brow.

“I mean... well what happens after the tour?” You still can’t bring yourself to look at him, even as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“We’ll get to that when we get to it.” Though he may have thought it would be assuring, you feel tension knot in your stomach at his words.

“Rog, if you wanna leave me after, I- I mean I’ll understand.” It hurt you to say the words, and you don’t see the way his expression falls. He hadn’t thought about it, not really, you’d been together for almost two months, and he’d sort of just expected that you’d be on the next leg of the tour too. “They don’t usually keep the same crew for the full, cross-continent tours.” You admitted, heart sinking a little at your own words.

“What if I had a word to them?” His words surprised you, caused your heart to soar momentarily, though you tried not to get your hopes up.

“You really don’t need to do that.” You laughed humorlessly. “It’d be easier, honestly, less paperwork and hassle and shit.” Turning away from him, you feel him reaching for you, resting his hand on your shoulder, tapping a gentle rhythm.

“It’s not a hassle.” He tells you, and then, much quieter, “and it’s not like I want to leave you behind.”

The week and a half of the tour is nice, but different. You and Roger don’t talk about the future, just make the most of your time together, oftentimes becoming frantic and desperate to leave reminders of your existence on one another. Holding tighter than necessary, leaving pleasant bruises and scratch marks in places no-one else would know about, never speaking about what was to come.

He’d never made mention that he’d talked to EMI, not until the night of the final show.

It had been ethereal, he was glowing when he played, so focused and energetic, you tried to listen to the music, thinking it was one of your last chances to hear this set live, but you kept getting lost in the image of him. He beams at you when he catches you watching from side of stage, starry-eyed. You can’t even bring yourself to be irritated by the ASM’s eye roll. As soon as they finish, you feel the adrenaline flooding through your veins at the prospect of the final bump out, and he heads off stage to the dressing room.

As soon as the auditorium is cleared, the crew is given the go-ahead to start bump out, and you get to work. He comes out fifteen minutes later, and you’re both thrumming with energy.

“Spotlight!” Roger calls to you where you’re pulling up taped down cords. Looking up, startled, you see him making a beeline for you, before he wraps his arms around you, swinging you around. Surprised, you make a squeak before he puts you back down, pressing his lips to yours. You melt into his embrace, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What’s that for?” You asked a little breathless, grinning at where he was beaming back at you.

“You’re coming to Europe with us.” He told you, and your eyes widened, before you hugged him tightly, laughing with disbelief. “Told EMI you’re the best lighting assistant we have; told them the show’d be a mess without you.” You murmurs in your ear, giving you a squeeze. Looking at him, there’s awe in your eyes, and he can’t help but kiss you again, in the middle of bump out.

“Okay, so who had ‘final show’?” You hear John’s voice behind you, and when you and Roger break apart, you see the crew crowding around him, all withdrawing their wallets.

“Me, obviously.” Freddie said, and the rest of the crew groaned. “I knew you too had a flare for the dramatic.” Freddie grinned at the both of you, accepting as people offered him ten dollar notes. “Good for you two.”

“Did everyone bet on when we’d get together?” You asked, frowning, and at that, you heard a chorus of laughter rippled through the crew and band members.

“Oh, we’ve known for ages, we’re betting on when you’d make it public.”

[part 3]

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #borhap imagine #queen #queen imagine #ben hardy imagine #the angry lizard writes

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professorjjong · 5 years ago

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Rose: Any advice for a new writer?

tons! :3

1. Read & Ask Questions--reread ur favorite books/stories, or rewatch ur favorite movies/tv shows/video games (story-oriented) and ask urself: why do i like this? then, what don’t i like about this? i think it’s easiest to start w/ stuff you have strong opinions about, which is why i recommend going back to ur faves. but learn to ask questions about everything. watching a movie and u find urself very interested in what’s going on? ask urself why. at first you may not have very specific answers, but as you develop this skill it’ll get easier and easier and you’ll find yourself more able to explain what you do or do not like about something, or, what is good and what is bad about a written work. make sure you spiral: “why don’t i like this work? i don’t like the main character. why don’t i like the main character? i think he is written poorly. how is he written poorly? his backstory does not explain why he acts the way he does. why doesn’t it? etc. etc..”

2. Join a workshop-- some writers i have talked to rlly love workshops and some rlly, rlly hate them. it’s easy to find arguments for and against traditional workshops, or non-traditonal ones, but, even if you decide you don’t like them and don’t want to continue with a workshop when you’re more developed as a writer, i feel like i owe a lot of my improvement as a writer to being in workshop. one reason piggy backs off the first: you’re going to have to explain to your peers what you think works and what you think doesn’t work in their pieces. this skill, being able to break down where the “problem” might be is, in my opinion, the most important thing to being a writer, so workshop is a great place where you’re going to be forced to accurately explain and justify your opinions. secondly, criticism. being a writer is all about being on the receiving end of criticism and, not only accepting that criticism, but using it to better yourself. writing is all about growing and changing and getting better, and giving others a platform to give u advice and criticism is the best way to grow and change and get better.

also, importantly, in workshops you’ll be able to see a wide-variety of pieces. you’ll realize what you like, what you don’t like, what works, what doesn’t, and be able to try new things. it’s the best place to mess up and be experimental, because, yeah, getting negative feedback may suck, but eat some ice cream, take the night off, & be kind to urself, then get back to it. ppl are in a workshop to grow and get better, not to earn praise (tho it’s nice when it happens).

3. Write every day -- this sounds a lot harder than it is, trust me. write every day doesn’t mean write 1k words every day. for me, i just try to write 100, usually before i go to bed. sometimes i delete these 100 words the next day, but that’s not what really matters. what’s important is to develop the habit of writing. if you want to write, you should love it. i feel like i met many writers in workshops who didn’t love writing. they love stories and telling them, but writing it feels like a chore. yes, sometimes it’s work, sometimes it’s very hard and exhausting and all i want to do is go to bed, not chug away at my 100 words that ill probably just delete, but i love writing, even if not at that moment. and doing it every day keeps writing and whatever piece im working one at the forefront of my mind. ask urself: do i really love this?

4. writers are readers, trust yourself -- if you’re having trouble continuing your piece or you feel stuck, honestly? you might have messed up somewhere. i feel like the inner “editor” in every writer’s head is their inner reader, which is experiencing the story not from the perspective of the creator and, when something is off, sends out alarm signals. i’m in the ‘writer’s block doesn’t exist’ camp. you can always write--sometimes its harder, sometimes u might need to take a break and work on something else for a while, but it’s never impossible and you never need to just stop. if something’s not connecting, the reader in you is saying “i don’t like what’s happening here.” and u need to ask “why?” most recently, i was stuck in a scene in my piece. i felt like no words could go out. so i sat down and asked myself for a while why i couldn’t come up with anything, then i got my answer: the climax was coming too soon, the reader in me wasn’t immersed enough in everything that came before to feel ready for the emotional high that i was wading into. so i calmed that scene down, wrote one or two more, than, ready, got back into the climax.

trust yourself, when something doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t.

5. have fun-- don’t write a piece you don’t like. if you’re not enjoying yourself, ask that inner reader what’s not working. or, ask yourself: am i as interested in this subject matter as i thought i was? do i like the style i’m going for? it’s kind of a negative of workshops: if you’re not a very confident person (like me) it can be difficult to not get swept up in everyone else’s opinions. but, ultimately, it’s your piece. it’s your story. if you feel in your gut that it must be a certain way, then do it--don’t make yourself miserable. writing is hard and emotionally-draining at times, but you should be doing it because it is fun, not a chore.

i have much more advice but i’ll stop here at what i think are some of the most important ones. best of luck dude

#anonymous #answered #Anonymous

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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could write abt Harry eating y/n out?

Eating Out

A/N: Please exscuse the title and ending...this was written as right I was coming out of a major spell of writers block. I rlly hope this isn’t horrible and you guys like it…it’s crazy filthy too🥺. Enjoy🙃

The simple thought of Harry having his head buried in-between your legs always sent him into a tailspin. He always wanted to be be right between your thighs, continuously lapping his tongue up and down your folds. Pleasuring you was always Harry’s top priority. So being right between your thighs where he could feel and hear you falling apart from his tongue was definitely his favorite place to be. You could have been on your back, on all fours (or flat on your stomach), or right on top of Harry’s face. As long as his mouth was on your center, Harry could’ve cared less about what position you were in. All he focused on was making sure that you had one of the best, most earth-shattering, toe curling orgasms of your life. And you could honestly say that each time was better than the rest.

Now even though it didn’t matter to Harry what position you were in when he ate you out, each of them had their benefits.

You being on all fours meant that Harry had access to all of you. Your were completely spread for him and he could push his tongue anywhere he wanted. He was able to lick you completely from front to back. He had the opportunity to start off sucking on your sensitive and swollen clit and end off swirling his tongue around your ass. He got to lick and push his tongue against both of your holes and push at least a finger into both of them as well. He also got to watch as your upper body and sometimes your entire body just collapsed against the bed, simply from the way he was moving his mouth, and sometimes his fingers against you. When you were lying completely flat against the bed with your legs spread, Harry loved not only how you pushed yourself back against his mouth, but also how your pushed your bare clit against the sheets. This allowed him to really see how desperate you were. Sometimes you’d be full on humping the bed and his mouth, trying your hardest to cum. Seeing you do this only fueled him to dig into you even more. He’d tightly wrap his arms around your soft thighs, grab onto the thick and supple flesh of your ass, and pull it apart before fully going in on you. You’d feel his tongue skillfully move against you. He’d go all the way up to your ass, burying his face there for a while, and go all the way down to your pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of your folds, prodding at your weepy hole. He’d feel you trying to move against him but he’s got you locked in right against his mouth. And when you came, which it never took long for you with Harry, every drop of your delicious liquid would flow right onto Harry’s tongue.

You being right on top of Harry’s face had it’s benefits as well. You were always up for a challenge, and Harry enjoyed challenging you in the bedroom. The challenges ranged from, not cumming until he said so, to taking all of his cock into your second hole (which was a challenge you still weren’t able to complete, even after a few “practice sessions”). Having you ride Harry’s face was a definite challenge for you. Even though Harry had told you countless times that you weren’t going to suffocate him if you just relaxed completely against his face, you were still constantly lifting yourself up from him. That is, until he’d just yank you down and tightly grip onto you so you couldn’t move. He had to do this just about every time you rode his face, resulting in you having to worry about something else. Harry’s mouth felt so good against you that it was extremely difficult to hold yourself up. As he was moving his mouth against your delectable pussy, sometimes Harry would tilt his head back a bit and open his eyes to watch you holding onto the headboard for dear life. To make things even worse, Harry would start to moan against you at how good you tasted. The vibrations would go straight to your clit, and make it 10 times harder to keep yourself up. Even though Harry loved this, it wasn’t his favorite part. His favorite part would have to be making you feel so good that you completely fall apart on top of him. It’s like the bubble inside of you just bursts. Causing all off your juices to just flow out of you like a river and right down into his mouth.

You being on your back had the most benefits out of the three. Mainly because some of them were directly for Harry. One of them being that as he ate you out, Harry could lay flat against the bed and dig his hips into the bed as he licked into you. Even though Harry’s main focus was pleasuring you whenever his head between your legs, he couldn’t stop his cock from swelling. Hearing your pitiful and needy cries out to him at how good his mouth felt against your cunt along with the delicious taste and smell of your arousal only made him harder. Harry could confidently and honestly say that even though he wasn’t receiving the pleasure directly, there was never a time where he ate you out and didn’t cum. Most of the time, he’d cum heavily against the sheets or in his pants. But other times Harry would be so worked up that he had to and did do something else that was a far better way to get himself off. When he felt his release speeding towards him, he’d quickly pull himself up from between your legs and push them farther apart. He would then proceed to grip his extremely swollen and hard cock in his hand, and before you could even process what was going on, Harry would slam into you. He’d latch onto your hips and send a few hard thrusts into you before releasing his thick and heavy load inside of you, causing your own release to catch right up to you. As he pulls out of you he’d make sure that he leaves his cum all over your pussy, making you a nice and sticky mess before lying back between your legs. He’d attach his mouth right back onto you, languidly lapping up every drop of his cum. He doesn’t stop there though. He also lays his hand against your lower stomach, pressing his lower palm into you. He knows that by doing his, he’s putting pressure on the ever tightening knot in the pit of your stomach and it’ll only make you cum quicker and harder. And just as he predicted, you cum hard against his tongue. As you’re cumming, you weren’t just releasing your fluids, but you were also pushing Harry’s cum that was deep inside of you out, and into his mouth.

Again, Harry’s sole purpose for having his head nestled between your thighs was to pleasure you. But, if he had to find something else that at the end of the day “didn’t matter” but still has it’s benefits, he’d say that the order of events would be one of these things. Harry absolutely loved the taste of your freshly fucked pussy that was filled to the brim with his cum. This didn’t mean that he loved the way you tasted and simply eating you out if he were to do it before he pushed his cock into you any less. In fact, he’d eat you out before and after he fucked you, simply because you tasted that good. He just savored the moment even more if he were eating your peach that had been filled with his cum. Harry was never too tired to push his mouth onto your pussy. You two could have been going at it for hours on end and he’d still bring his mouth directly to your freshly fucked pussy.

Not only was the taste of your freshly fucked, cum filled pussy a treat to his tongue, but your reactions to his mouth being on your oversensitive pussy was a treat to his ears. He got to hear you scream and cry about how sensitive you were. He couldn’t get enough of how your delicious thighs would just clench around his head, only causing his tongue to sink further into you. The way your fingers would wrap tightly around his hair, pulling at the strands from how good you were feeling. When he would begin to tap his fingers on your clit, your hips would begin to thrash against the bed and you’d just let go against his mouth. Not only would you cum, you’d also squirt. Your legs would quake as you completely let go. By the end of it all, you were completely tired out and Harry’s cock would be beyond hard again. The only time you two would venture out into overstimulation would be at night because at the end, one or the both of you would be completely exhausted.

Even though Harry’s cock was hard, he couldn’t fight the sleep that was slowly taking over him, and he could see that you were only holding on by a thread. So he decides to just call it a night. Since the sheets were a little wet, and he didn’t have the energy to change them, he quickly springs into action and scoops your completely limp body into his arms, carrying you both to one of the spare bedrooms. Once you two hit the bed, you’re out for the count. You’re the first to fall asleep, given the fact that Harry still had to push his cock into you. There would never be a night where Harry wouldn’t push his cock into your warm, plushy walls before going to sleep. Once he does that, he wraps an arm around you before drifting off himself.

In this case, Harry didn’t just go to sleep hard. He also woke up hard. Luckily enough for the both of you (mainly Harry though), it wouldn’t take much time after waking up for you guys’ coveted morning sex to begin. It was slow and steady, yet deep and passionate. The both of you were still waking up so your moans were more like sighs of relief mixed with delighted hums. Harry was tightly pressed against you from behind, leaving warm, soft kisses against your neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear through his deep, gravely moans. As he pushed his cock into you, you could feel his hand glide up and down your front, every once in a while stopping at your chest to fondle your breasts. It was everything that you and Harry could have possibly wanted when it came to morning sex. Eventually the both of you came, which meant that it was time for Harry’s first meal of the day.

“Tighten up f’me sweet girl, want all of my cum t’stay inside yeh.” Harry mumbles as he slowly pulls his now soft cock out of you. Once he’s fully out, he crawls down to the end of the bed and pushes the covers away. He tugs your body so that you’re on your back, and he pushes your legs apart. He then proceeds to not only clean up your cum filled cunt, but also partake in a very delicious breakfast.

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bells-of-black-sunday · 3 years ago

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a-z slash enthusiast danny

nsfw alphabet | accepting

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

With how obsessive he is over his s/o’s and how much of his emotional wellbeing relies on them, he’s really good at aftercare. He will go out of his way to make sure they are okay throughout the day or even the day after.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes his own chest, surgery scars and everything. On a partner, he is definitely a tit guy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Just like normal timeline he prefers his partner to wear condoms just to make clean up easier.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s definitely jacked off to pictures of his s/o that they don’t even know he has.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Danny’s never really felt like he belonged to the places he’d hang around. Most gay men didn’t want him because he’s trans, and they people that typically wanted to sleep with him only wanted to because he’s trans. He’s not too experienced, but that being said he knows what he’s doing and he’s not shy about it.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes to ride his partners while he chokes them, force them to take control away from him before they pin him down and show him whose in charge. When he’s topping he likes doggy or missionary so he can tease them relentlessly.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Being serious saps all of the fun out of it to him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Well groomed when he remembers to shave.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

For how little he takes sex seriously, he’s very intimate in his own ways. Guess that’s just a side effect of being unhealthily obsessed with the person you’re dating.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He prefers to use toys, but he’ll use his hand if it’s something he wants to get done quick.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Most aspects of bdsm, he’s just not a huge fan of blindfolds. He likes seeing his partner.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Public places barely out of sight, he loves the risk.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lots of things. Murder, dirty talk, people rubbing his thighs, body worship etc.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The obvious ones and then his hard no is if anyone refers to what he has between his legs as anything other than a dick or a hole. He doesn’t mind people fucking him at all, he just doesn’t like it being called what it’s not to him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He doesn’t really have a preference, but he likes to think he’s good at it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough, but sometimes he just wants to take things slow and enjoy his partners company.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind quickies, but he prefers proper sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves exhibitionism, he’s always ready to take risks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

4 is the most he can do before he’s just way too exhausted or it hurting.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes. He’s from 2018 he’s got the internet and like- bad dragon probably.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty quiet, but he can play it up if his partner really wants him to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He can play the small reporter for his partners, completely disguise himself like he used to, but he just finds it funny more than anything.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

as a trans man myself, this doodle rlly makes me happy [link]

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high during trial, he is incurably horny during trial same as normal verse, but outside of trial it’s pretty much non-existent if his partner isn’t trying to get him into the mood.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He prefers to get cleaned up and then sleep, but he usually always at least naps.

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sheismyteacher · 4 years ago

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yeah i really dont have anything better to do

1. have her be my age !! i enjoy not being a full adult yet lol

2. long distance!! im in a long distance relationship rn and it's actually soo easy and id hate to meet such an interesting person as R and not be able to talk to her again after one summer

3. spend the day... neither of us fw all nighters cause life is exhausting enough lol

4. well the funny thing is since my feelings for her are platonic she already knows exactly how i feel about her.. and i did once drunk text her to say how much i appreciate her lol wait lemme look it up and copy paste:: "Ok i know I shouldn't be messaging u drunk llllol because I will regret but I just wanted to say. you're a very good person. And thank you for caring about me always and. yea that's it@!! I'm just grateful for you and. yes that's rlly it hehehh... yes thank you" im a fucking moron. but she thought it was sweet loooool so id pick that again LMFSJDHDHDH

5. i honestly dont know what our most embarrassing moment was?? im sure there have been a few tho.. but id pick that over her reading my blog a million times

6. she'd probably prefer a picnic so thats what we're going with !

7. mmmm... i hate cycling and neither of us knows how to drive LOL so fly?? but if driving also means train then id pick that cause idk it feels weird being so far away with her

8. museum cause u cant talk at the movies!!!!

9. omg never see but still be able to text and call for sure... like id miss seeing her irl SO MUCH but imagining not being able to talk to her at all... aint it

10. ultra-realistic dream

11. mmm love interest cause we fake fight sooooo often irl so i know what that's like lol so itd be cool to act like lovers loool

12. in person for SUUUUURE i need to see/get an immediate reaction

13. ive never gotten high and i doubt she does either tbh but id pick drunk just cause idk what im like high??

14. idk im rly used to being socially distanced from her now so it's ok like this? we still text sometimes so

15. PHOTO ALBUMS!!!!!!! oh my god i love photos so much, i have a bunch of pictures of baby R and i love them smsm, and ive alr been to her house hehe so ion feel a need to do that + i can google her schools and im pretty sure she sent me her old street name once as well so i could google that too

16. share a dorm wtf

17. someone with her personality lmaooo shes gorgeous but im here for the heart n brains

18. oh my god, relive actual memories i have. ive def dreamt about her before but i dont think any of those could top things that actually happened cause my dreams are mostly... odd

19. attend her wedding oh my GOSHHHH the thought itself makes me so excited like i really really hope she finds someone who can make her as happy as she deserves to be and if she'd invite me to the wedding id be so so happy

20. ok id say def music but i also know her music taste SUCKS so i am unsure KSJDJDH

would you rather: teacher crush edition

hey angels !! i hope you’re doing well.

since i just did the june tc challenge, it inspired me to create my own !!

if you would like to do the challenge too, dm me and i’ll send you a version which you can copy paste :)

1. be your tc’s age or have your tc be your age?

have my tc be my age, i would love to grow up with him.

2. have a summer fling with your tc, but never speak again afterwards or be in a long distance relationship with your tc for years, but never be able to meet in person?

definitely have a summer fling with greyson, it would be so much fun !!

3. spend the day with your tc or pull an all nighter with your tc?

pull an all nighter and make a bunch of reckless, regrettable decisions with greyson lol !!

4. accidentally confess your feelings to your tc while drunk or never confess your feelings to your tc?

never confess my feelings for him, for sure, i would be so mortified, i know he’s take it well if i confessed but i wouldn’t be able to live with myself, i would be too embarrassed !!

5. have your tc find out about your tcc blog and read every single post or relive your most embarrassing moment with your tc?

relive my most embarrassing moment with greyson.

6. go to a fancy restaurant with your tc or have a picnic with your tc?

have a picnic with him, i love the outdoors, but if we went to a fancy restaurant it would be hilarious because neither of us would know wtf were ordering and we’d just laugh at rich old people the entire time.

7. fly out of the country with your tc or drive/cycle cross country with your tc?

fly out of the country with him.

8. go to the movies with your tc or go to the museum with your tc?

probably go to the museum with him, i love going to the museum !!

9. never speak to your tc again, but still being able to see them out and about or never see your tc’s face again, but still be able to call (not video call, only phone call), text and email them?

never speak to my tc again, part of me wants to get over him because i know my crush is unrealistic, so i think that would help.

10. completely forgetting about your tc (they’re strangers to you) or feel as though your tc was some kind of ultra-realistic dream (you’re not sure whether it actually happened or your just dreamt it)?

completely forgetting about him.

11. in a movie where your tc is the protagonist, be cast as the love interest or the antagonist?

the love interest !!

12. confess your feelings in a letter or in person?

in a letter, i suck at face to face communication, especially when it comes to him, he makes me stumble on my words.

13. get drunk with your tc or get high with your tc?

get drunk with greyson for sure !! i’m so much more fun when i’m drunk omg.

14. having to social distance with everyone but your tc for the for a year or having to social distance with your tc but no one else for a year?

having to social distance with everyone but greyson, i hate everyone, my parents are toxic, i genuinely have no friends and yeah i’d need it.

15. get the chance to go through all of your tc’s photo albums or get the chance to visit your tc’s childhood home, current place and every school they’ve ever attended?

get the chance to visit your tc’s childhood home, appartement and the schools he has attended. i just think it would be so interesting.

16. share a dorm with your tc for a month or be handcuffed to your tc for 24h?

share a dorm with my tc, for sure.

17. date someone with your tc’s face/physical appearance but someone else’s personality or date someone with a different face but your tc’s personality?

honestly... i’m not sure. i love both. but probably someone with his face, his smile just makes me melt.

18. relive all of your favorite moments with your tc or have one of your dreams with your tc come to life?

have one of my dreams with my tc come to life, i once dreamt we snuck out of school together just to go wander around town.

19. attend your tc’s wedding with someone else or move across the world from your tc and having to say goodbye?

move across the world from him and having to say goodbye. i feel like it would give me more closure.

20. listen your tc’s playlist with them or go on a movie marathon of their favorite movies with them?

go on a movie marathon with him !! i’ve already listened to his playlist with him hihi <3

— baeby

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