#I’m flattered anon but I think I need the advice more than you

[are-we-really-doing-this]

How do I get bitches

You think I get bitches???

[oikasugayama]

Hihihi! Can I please please please request BSD men with an older fem! s/o? Especially Dazai, Kunikida, Sigma and Fyodor but feel free to add more! I have this very distinct convo in my head that I can’t stop thinking abt and it goes smth like this:

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*Dazai doing his usual women flirting, holding your hand and staring up at you with sparkling doe eyes and rosy cheeks*

Reader: “Oh, I’m truly flattered, darling, but it’s just that a boy like yourself…you’re just a bit too young for me.”

Dazai: “Young? Well, my dear belladonna, I don’t under-“

Reader: “I’m 43, honey.”

*He is visibly surprised, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape and eyes widening before he recovers, a charming smile slipping on once more.*

Dazai: “Well then, ma’am, I must say that you aged like a fine wine because you don’t look a day over twenty-one! I know that I’m probably inexperienced compared to you, but at least give me a chance to prove myself!”

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Idk man, I just need BSD men with an older woman, who is mature and elegant and maternal and experienced.

i cringe so hard every time someone writes dazai saying b****d**** to his partner 🤢 sorry anon, it had to be said.

Dazai's is smutty, Kunikida's is fluffy.

Dazai likes the mature look, he likes the well-developed body, he likes the attitude and casual confidence that comes with an older woman. a hint of gray at the edge of a woman's bangs makes him start the chase. he looooves gentle aging on the face, thinks mature women are so beautiful.

he definitely chases them for short relationships, nothing serious. he'd like to take them out, spend some time being a young little shit and flirting his balls off, only to turn into putty in the older woman's hands when she suggests he come back to her place, because he's so young and must have a roommate, so they'd have more privacy at her place ;)

he tires to take the lead, but he usually inevitably lets the older woman tell him what to do because he wants to do exactly what she wants. of course the woman is usually pleased to know such a good looking younger man is so attracted to her, and of course she wants that hot man on top of her, but with her age comes experience and she's gonna make sure they both have an excellent time when he gives her the reins.

dazai likes the most when his partner takes her shirt and bra off and her boobs lower and naturally hang. he likes playing with them, sucking on them, especially when the woman runs her hand through his hair and holds him. if he has a complex because he didn't know his mother, no he doesn't. don't talk about it. while in this position one woman says to him "drink up baby, don't you like mommy's titties?" and it makes his dick throbbbbb.

from then on he realizes he likes calling women mommy in bed more than he likes being called daddy. he wants a hot mommy to play with, he wants to get pussy drunk, thrusting desperately and rapidly, chanting/moaning "mommy, mommy, mommy," while she tells him he's a good boy and he can cum in her pussy whenever he's ready.

Meanwhile, Kunikida...

His ideal woman is older than him. obviously he gives up most of his ideals after his coworkers make fun of it and tell him it's unrealistic and honestly kind of disrespectful to women, but one thing he knows for sure: he just prefers older women. he thinks they're beautiful, he loves how intelligent and experienced they are, he loves when they give him advice on things they've experienced already that he's only going through for the first time, he loves how confident they are, he loves that they're independent, he honestly can't think of a thing he doesn't find appealing about an older woman.

when he's ready to date, he specifically approaches mature looking women. he gets to know several, dates around for a short while, but relatively soon he finds The One. She's beautiful, she's intelligent and kind, she's independent but enjoys having his company.

They get serious quickly and within a year they've decided to move in together to save on costs, so he moves into her home. he enjoys waking up to her and having another presence in his home. it's very comforting and something he missed after moving out of his family home and into the ADA dorm.

he's SO proud walking around town holding his partner's hand. he isnt very fond of PDA and it isn't the most acceptable thing, but a simple hand-hold is enough to show that they're partners in a fairly subtle way.

kunikida isn't ashamed at all if/when someone asks if they're related rather than dating; he always very politely says they're partners and deflects any further conversation.

he will NOT take shit from his coworkers about his partner. he tells them off so harshly the first time they try that even dazai doesn't make jokes about the age difference anymore, unless he's drunk like at the ADA holiday party when he called kunikida's partner a MILF right to her face, making her toss her head back and laugh. she didn't mind, so kunikida let it slide.

[obsidianpen]

These anons scare me pen. I don't know how you can have that mental strength to read these atrocities that they say and still not let it shake you, I'm impressed, it's not surprising after all you always impress me. I really wanted to follow in your footsteps and become a writer too but I'm not as open-minded as you, and I would even say I'm not as good a person. See, your reaction to having a recommendation for a Tom/Harry/Ginny fic was great, you read the fic that the anon recommended to you and even gave your opinions and compliments about it, my reaction was much drier (and the rec didn't even it was for me!) I'm only interested in Harry and Tom/V as a romantic couple and I can't pretend to be interested in ships other than those two exclusively. And it makes me think that if I become a well-known writer, and just spread hate on the internet? I don't want to be a bad influence or anything, so it's better not to get involved in the fandom, I think. Sorry for venting like that, Pen. But like I said, I'm not a very friendly person but your opinion is one that I value, I wanted to know your opinion on... well... this problem of mine... is there any way to force myself to have a more open mind, and have any genuine interest in other ships that don't interest me at all?

oh gosh, lots to unpack here. So first of all, I should say I’m flattered that you think these things don’t shake me, I’ve certainly gotten better at brushing off the crazy entitled anonymous things I get sometimes but that is far from saying they don’t ever get to me. It always sucks when someone is a dick to you, no matter what the format. You just get used to it and better at keeping your chin up and marching on, just like with anything else.

following that, you never have to force yourself to be into anything that you’re not naturally interested in. That’s one of the great things about the fandom world online - there’s so dang many of us things it really only makes sense to write the ships/tropes/etc that you love, because there is someone else out there who loves the other stuff who is busy writing that. If you don’t want to be open to other ships, don’t be. I think most people have their OTP and once they have that they stick to it. The problems only arise if you then feel the need to turn your ship into a religion, willing to go to war to convert anyone whose not on board because you think yours is right and everyone else is going to burn in fandom hell if they don’t see the light. Just ship and let ship and there’s nothing to be sorry or upset about!

lastly - you can write to your hearts content and not be ‘involved’ in the fandom. You can just write and post things on ao3 and leave it at that, you don’t have to respond or get a tumblr or anything like that. You don’t owe the fandoms world squat, and you’d be a generous an awesome person to post your stories and leave it that!

was there any actual advice in there? Unclear lol. I think it’s just - don’t change who you are, write what you want to write, remember that you don’t owe the randos anything, and be kind!

[stardewsnail]

Not the same anon, but those jealousy hcs were so good! Do you think you could write some for the bachelorettes? 👀 Please and thank you! 🖤

Snail’s directory 🖤Jealous Bachelorettes 🖤

🖤 Emily 

Emily tries to be connected to her emotions. She acknowledges the jealousy, meditates, maybe talks to Caroline for advice. She’s working through it consciously, letting herself feel before letting it go…

Except she can’t let it go.

Because every time she closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on her breathing, all she can see is the farmer’s red-stained face as they offered Leah a basket of wild spring onions. 

She will go around and around the jealousy trying to work it into something more productive

Eventually she’s just going to talk to the farmer, albeit indirectly

Might get Haley to help her gather intel on who the farmer has a crush on–Haley isn’t a gossip, but she is nosy. 

Over all Emily tries to handle it maturely, but she’s crushing hard and it’s making her act a little goofy

This will end with Emily shooting her shot and just confessing

🖤 Haley

Haley doesn’t get jealous. That would be totally beneath her—girls like her have no reason to ever be jealous.

So when the farmer came bouncing in front of her house she was certain there was about to be a knock at her door. But no, the farmer stopped in front of Skater boy, a cactus fruit held triumphantly in their hands. Sam lit up, of course, taking the gift and inviting the farmer in. She turned, storming back to her bedroom and slamming the door with more force than probably necessary. She had film to process anyway–she was much too busty to waste time on the farmer.

she’s absolutely seething and doesn’t know what to do about it

She’s never liked someone so much that she was actually jealous, this was a new feeling

If Haley and the farmer aren’t together then Haley is gonna end up regressing into a bit of a mean girl again. She might even snap at the person “stealing” her farmer (poor Sam doesn’t know what the fuck he did and he’s already a lil scared of Haley) 

If they’re together, then Haley isn’t nearly as mean but she gets pouty and extra needy but like…she just passive aggressively sits on the other side of the couch until the farmer notices and slides over to give her some love

Catch the farmer getting her something special from the mines the next day and taking care to spend a little extra time with her

🖤 Leah

Leah channels all her jealousy into her art. She knows she’s jealous—she’s passionate and she likes that about herself. Jealousy is just another emotion that needs to be felt and processed. She really doesn’t bring it up with the farmer unless they’re actually together in which case it would be a conversation along the lines of Leah saying 

“Hey I wanted to talk to you about something—I’m feeling insecure about x and I just wanna check in”

I think she’s one of the older bachelorettes and she’s had enough crappy relationships and post relationship therapy (she’s a big advocate that everyone needs therapy) to handle it directly and maturely. It will be fine as long as her partner can match her calm energy. And also I think Leah would, out of all of them, value platonic relationships just as much as romantic. She doesn’t want to stop the farmer from giving gifts to their friends; she's just asking for a lil reassurance. 

🖤 Abigail

Pre-relationship

Abigail will both hide away in her video games and be a little extra vicious in the mines. The big thing though, will be how hard she’s hitting the drums at band practice—it’s noticeable she’s playing out some angst. She’s absolutely not going to talk to the farmer about it, but she will vent to Sam and Seb. Sebastian offers some good advice, and Sam decides to take matters into his own hands and the next time he hangs out with the farmer he not so subtly asks about their dating life

The farmer misunderstands and basically says they’re flattered but that they like someone else

Sam quickly guesses that it’s Abigail with a huge grin, and tells the farmer that Pierre will have bouquets in stock soon

He reports back to Abigail who is mortified and quickly goes to the farmer to talk and clear things up (without a plan tbh she was just running on caffeine and panic) 

just imagine the farmer awkwardly holding a bouquet that Abigail doesn’t notice until she’s rambled for at least five minutes about her and the farmer and some esoteric commentary on the nature of relationships

at some point the farmer just holds up the flowers and Abigail stops short, red as a tomato

I don’t think Abigail would be significantly jealous once she was in a relationship. 

🖤 Maru

I imagine Maru is the most inexperienced in love when it comes to the bachelorettes. I HC her around 20 and as having been mostly home schooled. 

Pre-relationship

She absolutely over analyzes and tries to think her way through her emotions rather than feeling them

Fortunately she has Penny to talk to–and talk she will. It will take a lot of talking before she actually realizes she’s jealous because she likes the farmer. 

This realization is a crisis. It’s a panic. Maru does not know what to do. 

She spends extra time staying up at her telescope (she’s just as nocturnal as her brother) like the stars will have answers 

She will be completely oblivious to the farmer liking her back for the longest time

Relationship

when she gets jealous she tends to try to talk to her partner indirectly? Like she will be talking around the whole thing and her partner will go “i think I’m understanding what you’re saying, and I want to reassure you that you have no reason to be jealous”

And Maru will sit there frozen for a moment while she processes (give a girl a min to buffer) and then they’ll actually talk about the issue. 

🖤 Penny

Penny doesn’t get jealous, Penny gets sad. She withdraws and begins to pull away, insecurity getting the best of her. She gets quiet and fidgets when the farmer asks what’s wrong. Be patient with her and eventually she’ll open up about feeling like the farmer likes someone else. Like Haley, she needs reassurance—wrap your arm around her while she reads, bring her some tea, kiss her temple whenever you pass her—these little actions make her feel cared for and secure. Eventually she’ll be confident enough to bring up her feelings on her own. All she needs is to know she’s wanted. 

[hakubunii]

HC for Baka Trio and Souji when their partners have trouble taking dick.

✨You know what? I’m actually so fucking glad you asked anon!! I also ended up adding general nsfw hcs to bc,if I’m anything, I’m someone who goes overboard! This ask had me giggling and throwing my phone down. Get ready bc this one’s kind of long, no pun intended.✨

Hakuouki Boys With a Partner Having Trouble “Taking It”

Heisuke- First off, he’s very flattered and it secretly gives him an ego boost that his partner is having a hard time getting him in there. It must mean his junk’s big, right? (Yeah, IK that this is not always the case.) But then he gets a little freaked out that he’s hurting them and wants to stop immediately. He’s, like, actually distraught that he even had the slightest chance of hurting his lovebug. It takes a lot of coaxing from his partner for him to even try to have sex with them again. The problem could be that he’s a bit inexperienced and is having a tough time himself putting it in rather than his partner taking it. Either way, he’s like “OMG, I’m horrible in bed and they will never want to sleep with me again”. If it’s a him thing and he gets the hang of it, the whole issue is completely forgot about because…well…he’s got other priorities once it’s in. As for the partner struggling to accept him, he gets really nervous about it and almost needs more coaxing to put it in than his loved one who’s taking it. He probably confides into one of his bros for advice, and honestly? I think he’s probably a very good listener and fast learner about this kind of thing so he might be more capable after that. He likes when his partner gives him instructions bc, in the end, it will make things better for them. He can definitely be gentle- I mean, one of his quotes is literally “I’ll be gentle with you…” or something. This happens a lot throughout the whole shabang but he kisses his partner all over and is very vocally appreciative of their efforts. He probably says stuff like (and oh lord this kind of thing flusters me lmao): “I love you so much!” “thank you!” “You’re doing so good!” “You’re so beautiful/pretty/hot/tight/warm/wet/ect” “you feel so good.” He also just kind of babbles incoherently, too enthralled with you to make any kind of sense at all. Bro’s loud and obvious when he’s going to town. He’s actually been scolded a few times for getting carried away and annoying everyone. He just gets so excited, he doesn’t know how to keep quiet. He’s the same way with leaving marks- it’s like he’s so into it, he doesn’t even realize he’s left like a million hickies on you. If you scold him, he’ll try to have some self restraint and this will naturally improve with time. Real big on “Do you need me to hold you’re hand?” If they seem like their struggling. Speaking of the aforementioned size thing, I think he’s like…probably above average, not gigantic or anything but enough for someone to be like “….huh, would you look at that. 😳” If his partner was also inexperienced, it might take them a while to fit him in. He’s also like a damn jackrabbit in bed- has lots of stamina and gets a “little” too excited and just starts going ape shit in you. His body just naturally wants to do things a bit faster and that kind of reflects in the bedroom. He kind of does everything in excess and is slightly impatient about sex- he’ll wait or take it slow but his body is like “for the love of God, let me freak out up in this bitch” and that’s hard for him to restrain himself. If you look at him and tell him to “go nuts” he will absolutely take that chance to. When this happens and he’s done with you, you’re kind of just sat up there in bed while he’s asleep, dumbfounded, covered in marks, hair destroyed, and probably full of his…you know. (For those who can get pregnant) You think to yourself “If I keep indulging him, I’m bound to be with child by next Spring.”

Shinpachi- Oh…..That’s not good. He almost doesn’t even notice until he glances down and realizes that he’s not even in there. It’s a little embarrassing for some reason. He’s still super chill about it, why would he be upset with you over such a thing when you allowed him to sleep with you. He’s very strong so he kind of just picks you up, bends you, or holds you in every which way, trying to figure out what position will help get it in there. He’s a big fan of taking it from behind or hoisting you up and taking you like that (reverse cowgirl in the air anyone?) He’s actually pretty reassuring about the whole thigh, understanding that this is something that happens and that he’s a big guy. He makes sure to bring something that will help him fit in you better next time you’re alone. He’ll probably start calling you little lady/Little guy- referring to your entrance. He does kind of brag about you having trouble accepting him inside of you but he’s also big on “kissing and telling” to his close friends, much to their dismay. Like his hair pulled. A big fan of when his partners fan the flames of his ego. He can get super rough and he makes note to stop certain behaviors if it’s too much for you. He’s pretty loud but will shut up for once if your on top riding him. He’s too mesmerized to say anything- he just stares at you, mouth open, and eyes wide. Hell pull you into him to sit on his lap a lot. HE HATES A MF SUIT but he’ll wear it with pride if you tell him he looks hot in it. Likes doing it drunk- or honestly any other time, he’s just extra thirsty when inebriated and will either send tons of intimate pictures or just can’t keep his hands off you. Like when you sit on his face, a lot…like he gets real sloppy doing it and you’re like “you slut…” Kind of likes partners a bit more chubby with a filler figure, likes the way it jiggles and how squeezable it is. Big fan of ass, tummy’s, and thighs. He’ll grope you in public if he thinks he can get away with it. Don’t bother wearing a sexy outfit for him, he’ll take one look at you and rip it off.

Sanosuke- I hope you like praise and affirmations! Also? It’ll take you by surprise but he’ll dirty talk you like a mf. Like, it’s almost too much and really gets you flustered. Really into being called Daddy in bed. He’s pretty considerate though and often will read you to figure out what things you like so he can use it to his advantage later. He’s pretty good at reading folks in general and will use that just to figure you out. He takes notes of things that flusters you or turns you on throughout the day- really determined to know what makes you tick.

As for the “trouble taking it” thing, he’s very calm about this, positioning you in different way, gently trying to get you to accept him. He figures it could be a number of reasons: his size, your angle, is it lubricated enough, are you excited enough, or even if you’re just a bit too nervous. He’s actually kind of an angel how patient he is about the whole thing. Instead of trying to force it in, he’s more concerned about going in when your body is ready. he’s dealt with this problem a few times and has a good amount of confidence to tackle it. Until you two can figure out this conundrum, he’ll please you in other ways. He has no qualms about just laying you down somewhere and focusing only on making you feel good. He’s got a mouth and hands, after all.This is why your little problem won’t last for long to be honest. Once he finally gets it partially in, he’ll be very deliberate and gentle about sliding the rest of himself deep in you. He’ll take notice in your discomfort and ask if you’d like to continue. If you say ‘yes’, he’ll instruct you to take deep breaths as he fills you completely, modeling them for you by going “Breath in, breath out”. It’s surprisingly soothing. He wants to make sure you feel calm and comfortable while the two of you make love and will hold your hand if that’s what it takes. He offers a lot of praise for how well you’re doing accepting him, how brave you are, what a good girl/boy/lover you are and how proud he is of you. It’s really hot too lmao. He knows he’s got it going on and uses his confidence in that to his advantage, playing your body like a fiddle.

He does NOT want to share you at all and is willing to beat the hell out of anyone who puts their hands on you. He trusts you and is confident in you but he still hates when men stare at you for too long. (This is for people who have babies) If you’re in the throngs of passion and happen to mention something along the lines of “Put a baby in me” “get me pregnant” or “Wait. You’re going to get me pregnant”, he will make absolute certain you’ll be carrying his baby in the next couple weeks.

Souji- Boy….He’s a tease. If you were having trouble accepting him, I think he might be a little alarmed at first. He’s pretty smart, so he’ll figure it out, but there’s just a few minutes where he’s perplexed and annoyed with himself. Despite how sexy and playful he can be, you’re surprised to discover that he doesn’t really have any experience. He might even have less experience with women in general than Heisuke. He hadn’t been interested in them before you- women or sex. He eventually gets it in there and lets out what almost sounds like a sigh of relief to you. He likes being touchy-feely with you, mostly enjoying when you were affectionate with him. He’s got an iron will so you can’t really tell if he’s close or not, not until he tells you at least. He actually prefers to use his hands with you anyhow. He teases you relentlessly. He loves making fun of the faces and sounds you make. He’ll probably bring it up long afterwords. He loves sneaking secret touches when he’s supposed to be focusing on daily tasks, sneaking a kiss when no one is looking, always touching you, his hand accidentally brushing the small of your back when he’s passing you. Calls you “little kitten” affectionately much to your dismay. He knows you like it. In modern AU, he’s constantly sending you scandalous pictures at inappropriate times. Really reallly leans into the cat theme, often getting you cat ears and various cosplays that he expects you to wear for him- sometimes asking if you’d wear them in public. You refuse. He almost becomes one of those discord mods. He adores taking pictures of you wherever you are: On the train, at school, the grocery store, sometimes while you’re doing it- actually a lot of the times you’re doing it. He just likes being able to look at you later. God help, anyone who scrolls too far in his gallery, they might actually be met with something unbecoming.

(now back to either modern or original time period) He’ll torture you with either nonstop orgasms or will edge you until you beg him to cum. He likes watching you squirm. You look cute when your begging, red faced, with tears rolling down your face. Saying all kinds of embarrassing, filthy things to you as he does so. He likes hearing you say his name, more so when your pleading. He’s a bit of a sadist in and out of the bedroom. As long as you’re overstimulated, he’s happy. Don’t worry though, he is a big fan of when you’re in control and take what’s yours too. Maybe even more so than when he’s tormenting you.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. Some kind Anon asked after my latest grandkids story last week if I would write a piece on him giving the dating advice to Emma I had hinted at in my last work. I didn’t have an idea for it at the time, but I have come up with this little thing. I guess this is my first prequel ha ha. Hope everyone enjoys.

It was a lazy August Saturday afternoon. His wife had gone to the beach with several of their grandchildren earlier in the day leaving him alone on the couch, Mozart blaring out of the speakers behind him, a book in one hand, a glass of red wine in the other.

"Daddy?" he heard a soft voice call out for him, seemingly suddenly.

Startled, he looked up to see Emma waiting a little nervously at the entryway to the room. "Emma!" He replied warmly, trying to put his granddaughter at ease. "What can I do for you?"

"Do you have a minute to talk?"

"I have all the minutes. Let me just pause the music," he answered, getting up to stop the vinyl turntable, and sitting back down on the couch, now patting the empty spot next to him in an invitation. "What’s on your mind?"

"There this boy -"

"What’s his name? Who are his parents? Does he go to your school? What did he say or do -" he asked, ready to go into battle against this boy.

"Oh no, Daddy, it’s nothing like that."

"Are you sure, because I will not let anyone hurt you, you know that right? Especially if it’s because of me and this job."

"I know. And it’s not like that. He’s not bullying me or anything."

"Okay. That’s good. But if it’s not that, what is it?"

She took a second before answering him quietly, a little embarrassed to be saying it out loud for the first time, "I like him."

"You like him?"

"Yes. I like him."

"Oh. Oh!" Emmanuel acknowledged a little awkwardly, torn between wanting to be there for her and his discomfort at the prospect of anyone dating his little girl.

"And I wanted some advice."

"Not that I’m not flattered, but wouldn’t your parents be better people to ask?"

"My dad freaked out when I went to talk to him."

"Well, what about Mamie?"

"You pursued her, not the other way around."

"Oh. So you need advice on -"

"How do I know if a guy likes me like I like him?" she interrupted. "How did you know Mamie liked you?"

"Well, I don’t think that’s the best example to use here."

"Why not? You knew you loved her and you went after her. At some point you figured out she loved you too or you would have stopped, right?"

"Yes, but our situation was a lot more complicated than that. You know it took several years of patiently working through your grandmother’s fears and concerns before we really became a couple.

"But I can tell you the best thing to do here is just ask. That’s ultimately what I did."

"Just ask?"

"Yes! Tell him how you feel and ask if he feels the same way. If he does, go for it! If he doesn’t, he wasn’t the right guy for you."

"Can I ask you another question?"

"Sure. Anything."

"How did you know you loved Mamie?"

"When I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I would wake up in the morning and wonder how she slept, if she had a funny or scary dream, what she liked in her morning coffee. I’d see a book and think about if she had read it, or would read a column in the newspaper and hear her thoughts on the current event. I would count down the minutes until I could see her again, or speak with her again, and only feel like I was able to breathe when I was with her. She was the first person who made me every truly feel like I fit with anyone, belonged anywhere. When I realized the rest of the world didn’t exist when I was with her."

"I don’t feel like that," Emma replied, hanging her head.

"Maybe not yet. That took time with your grandmother too, I didn’t suddenly feel that way the first time I met her. And if it’s not this boy, it will be someone else some day.

"The only thing I can say with any certainty is that there is someone for everyone. You may be lucky and be young when you find them, like me, and have your whole life ahead of you to spend with your person. You may have already had relationships that failed despite your best efforts, like your grandmother, with all the baggage that causes. No matter the when, though, you will find them that day, your better half."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I still can’t stop thinking about her. It’s just now, every morning, I wake up with your grandmother in my arms, and I know how she slept. She tells me her funny dreams, if she remembers them, and her nightmares when she doesn’t forget them after she wakes. I know how many sugars she puts in her morning coffee and how much cream she puts in that cup. I know the contents of her reading list, and any book she really likes, she passes to me. Now, we read the newspaper together in the morning over breakfast, debating in real time the articles we see. I still count down the minutes until I can see her again, or speak to her on the phone if one of us has to be away from the other for work. Her family, this family, our family, is still the first and only place I fit, I belong, and is the only safe space where I can breathe. The rest of the world goes quiet when she holds me in her arms. And I have loved her more each day since I’ve known her.

"I’m sure that true love exists, that soulmates exists because your grandmother exists, and despite every obstacle, hardship, even the choice I’ve made to run for President, she loves me and chooses me every single day. And to me, that is nothing short of a miracle.”

(PS - I can’t send a photo in Anon mode, but in contribution to your request we all chime in with our favorite hugging/matching photos in response to the Photo Request Anon, EMT, my favorite photo is the one of them in black and white in the helicopter in Canada at the G7 where she is napping on his shoulder)

Helloooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

I can say that I officially love prequels! 😍

Emma coming to Emmanuel for advice is so lovely! And Emmanuel immediately activating super protector daddy mode hahaha

Emmanuel’s advice turned out to one of the most beautiful love declarations ever 🥺 So beautiful! 😍

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

(Just like for Strawberry’s piece, sorry for the short comments but my stuck at work)

[zepskies]

Now that you are giving free live advices, i would love to have your opinion about my situation, if you are free, no pressure or anything…

So, there this guy in my class that I’ve rarely seen during last 2 years of my college, maybe due to different schedules. But now we are partnered up for an assignment. And when i tell you, “He is fictional character written by a female writer”, i mean it. One day i said, I’m not feeling well, and he got me chocolates, he always offers me a hand when we are walking around thin roads(for surveys, mostly in rural areas or in undeveloped areas), whenever i bend to tie my laces under the bench, he places a hand on the lower side of the bench to protect me from accidental head bumps, he pulls the chair for me whenever I’m looking to sit down, he gets me flowers from places he’s been to for surveys, he is nice, soft spoken and funny.

But, i dont know what to feel, i mean i am confused a bit, i feel sometimes i like him more than a friend and i should talk to him about how i feel, but sometimes, i don’t feel anything for him. The last guy i dated left me for someone else(more like cheated on me with his ex), guess I’m just scared? When i found out my ex cheated on me he said I expect too much from him, but apart from everything that happened, the worst part of my previous relationship was the fact that he was my childhood bestfriend and my first love. I don’t talk about him too much and i think I’ve developed trust issues. And it’s affecting me, I’ve turned down many guys from last couple of years, but i don’t want my past to interfere with my present.

Hope you are doing well and staying healthy 🫂 TC hon✨❤️

Hello, lovely anon!

I'm honestly flattered that people seem to want my advice lol. I'm just writing fanfic over here, but if you want an objective opinion from a Single Pringle gal, then I gotchu! 😅🤙🏽

This guy sounds lovely! I would love to meet one as considerate as he seems to be. It also sounds like you haven't encountered a guy like this before, this openly kind and considerate, and it's calling your attention.

Your ex sounds like a selfish asshat, and it's understandable that you would hold trauma from that experience. Cheating is an ultimate betrayal, and coming from your former best friend and first love, that's just awful and I'm so sorry you went through that.

Have you spoken to someone about what you went through? Whether it's a friend or a mentor or a therapist? I myself have sought advice from a professional when I needed it. And if it's still affecting your potential future relationships, I would say maybe think about that. Like you said, you don't want your past to define your future and limit your opportunities to meet someone special.

But as it stands with this new guy, do you get the "butterflies" when you hang out with him? Do you find yourself thinking about him when he's not around? If you really want to explore something with him, I would just be honest and ask if he wants to grab a coffee sometime (or maybe dinner, if you're feeling brave). Most people should be happy to know that someone likes them. ❤️

Good luck! I hope all goes well. I'm actually getting over a cold after a trip I took this past weekend, but I'm pushing through! lol Hope you're healthy and thriving as well. ❤️

[danses-with-dogmeat]

a romanced hancock reacting to sole wanting him to be a father figure in synth shaun's life?

Thank you so much for the ask anon!

So, I couldn't decide if I wanted to do more of a drabble or headcanons, so I just did both! I thought this prompt was really sweet, I hope you enjoy!

You stood in your shared room at the top of the Old State House, before the man in the red coat, the man you loved, awaiting his answer to your proposal. Having just asked him the question that had been patiently waiting at the back of your mind since the day that Shaun had come back into your life.

"Oh sunshine..." Hancock's gravelly voice broke the silence that had followed your question, "I'm beyond flattered that'd you'd ask that. I mean, I love that kid to pieces, but... you really think a ghoulified, blood-soaked, mega-junkie like me is the best fit for the kid to look up to?" The ghoul gave a soft chuckle, but Sole could see his brow furrowed slightly with uncertainty. A rare sight, given his usual gusto.

"Hancock," you said, in an attempt to reassure him, "you're a hell of a lot more than that. And Shaun is crazy about you, the reason I brought this up now was because he asked me when he could start calling you 'dad'." Hancock's dark eyes widened at your words and it took him a moment to answer.

"He- he did? Man... It's not too often I find myself at a loss for words but, I mean, me, a dad? I never thought that would've been possible, given my eh... present condition," He brought his hands up to gesture at his whole body. Your eyes never left his, the only change in your expression being a small smile, encouraging him to respond to your earlier question. Hancock sighed, taking a few steps towards you.

"So I suppose the thing I'm trying to say here is, I'm not sure I'm qualified for the position you're offering me." Your shoulders slumped at his words, you couldn't help but think he'd have been more receptive to the idea of being Shaun's new father. He may not be perfect, but he's one hell of an upgrade from the synth child's last "father."

"Look sunshine," Hancock decided to break the silence again, noticing your disappointed expression, "you sure you want this? I don't really tend to think of myself as 'daddy material'." You cocked an eyebrow at him, despite the weight of the conversation, you found yourself unable to keep a suggestive smile from spreading across your lips at his choice of words.

"Hey now, aren't you supposed to be the responsible one in this outfit?" Hancock quipped, his crooked smile imitating your own as he took another step closer. Before he could reach for you, you brought your hands up and grabbed ahold of his shoulders, trying to regain control of the conversation.

"Look, John, I know you don't always see it this way," you looked him in the eye, willing your next words to sink in, "but you really are an outstanding role model. I mean, look at all you've done for the people of Goodneighbor, and the Commonwealth. You're out there actively trying to make this wasteland a better place, lending a hand to the little guy and doing all you can to take down the tyrants. You're a skilled leader who genuinely cares about the people you're responsible for, you're fiercely protective of the ones you love, and of the ideals that you support. You're a good man, John. And I couldn't think of anyone better for Shaun to call 'dad'."

"Shit sweetheart, you really know how to make a ghoul blush. Tell me, how did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life?" He whispered softly, shaking his head slightly as he looked deep into your eyes. You couldn't help but blush at his comment and at his unrelenting smoky gaze, you looked down to break the tension for a moment.

"We're talking about you here, John, remember? So..." you trailed off, hoping to finally get a straight answer from him.

"So?" He asked.

"So, what do you say? You gonna make me ask you again, or what?"

"Look," he reached a ruined hand out to lightly take your own, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your knuckles, "you and that kid are the most important thing I've got going on in my life, and if you really want me around, then I'm not goin' anywhere. And for the first time in my life, I fucking mean it." He grasped your hand tightly, before you gently removed it from his own, instead bringing your arms up to pull him into a tight embrace, which Hancock happily leaned into, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

"Just one thing..." you said, finally pulling away, "we might have to work on that foul mouth of yours."

"Don't worry sweetheart, if we're doing this thing, we're gonna do it right. I'll teach the kid all he needs to know. The real creative foul language, how to cure a hangover, where to get the best chems. All that important shit." You rolled your eyes playfully, mirth shining behind your dilated pupils as you stared into the eyes of your son's new father.

"Now, about that foul mouth of mine..." his hand slunk around your waist and pulled you into him as a mischievous grin spread across his lips a moment before they met yours.

And now, a few headcanons, for your consideration:

- After agreeing to act as Shaun's father, Hancock would seriously clean up his act. He may occasionally still take chems and drink (cuz, let's face it, he's still Hancock, and quitting cold turkey is hardly an option) but much less than he used to, and never around Shaun. This is only partly because he doesn't want to bring Shaun into that part of his life, but also it has a lot to do with his decreasing dependency on self-medicating. Being genuinely happy with his family, he doesn't feel as though he needs to escape.

- He would continue to be mayor of Goodneighbor, but would leave many of the day-to-day decisions to a committee (composed of Daisy, Fahrenheit, Dr. Amari, and an elected security guard). While Hancock, Sole and Shaun would live at another (more kid-friendly) settlement of Sole's choice.

- Hancock would actually excel at teaching Shaun. Whether it would be a shooting lesson, showing Shaun how to cook, teaching him to fish, or telling him about pre-war history (usually with a good amount of focus on the American revolution given his own fascination with it), even if Hancock wasn't extraordinarily knowledgeable, he would do his absolute best at helping Shaun get some form of an education.

- Once Sole was able to convince Hancock that Shaun liked his voice, rough as it may be, he would love to do bedtime stories. Even though Shaun is probably just getting old enough to outgrow them, he has a particularly hard time getting to sleep, and he soon finds that the ghoul's low, calm voice is a surefire way to drift off when the sun goes down.

- Hancock would be one of those parents that always looks like they know what they're doing, he would be patient during Shaun's tantrums, would be very focused on communication, and would have a nice blend of being protective of Shaun, but not to the point that it would be stifling. That being said, he would remain awfully uncertain and need constant reassurance from Sole, seeking their advice on almost everything to do with Shaun. Inside, he would have trouble realizing he's as good of a father figure to Shaun as everyone says he is. However, outwardly, he would be as confident as ever. Even fooling Nick into believing that he was completely at ease in the role of being Shaun's dad.

- He'd be killer at all of the popular kid games, playing hide and seek with Shaun when they visited the Old State House, or playing tag back in sanctuary, or even imagination games where he had to be the deathclaw and Shaun got to be Grognak the barbarian (do deathclaws exist in the Grognak universe? It doesn't matter, they do to Shaun). Hancock normally wouldn't let anyone win, he believes in playing fair, but occasionally for Shaun, he'd hide in the obvious places, or trip when running away in tag, or let it slide that Shaun says Grognak is strong enough to punch a deathclaw's head clean off in one hit. (Man, if only he could do that.)

- If other kids were bullying Shaun, Hancock would be the type of parent to bring the bully aside and have a frighteningly quiet conversation. And by conversation, I mean an in-depth description of what Hancock will do to the kid if he's mean to Shaun again. (Think of that scene at the beginning of the first Jurassic Park movie where the main character is describing to a kid how a velociraptor guts its prey and eats it alive. That's Hancock. Both the man, and probably the velociraptor too if the bully doesn't heed his warning.) Hancock wouldn't necessarily kill the kid for being mean to Shaun, but it's because he wouldn't have to, after his 'discussion' with the kid, he'll never even look at Shaun the wrong way again. Thankfully, the 'discussion' is all Hancock's ever had to do when kiddos are involved.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

What about #154 to counteract that horny AFOhiko anon :///

approx 4 weeks ago: By definition of a lemon dialogue prompt, there must be lemon. You have countered nothing, anon!

currently, 1am: no one. no one look at me. this is even hornier than the first prompt. i'm incredibly embarrassed that i took the spite as far as 1.5k words.

154. "I give up! I give up. You are unseduceable." | afohiko, in a pwp verse where they haven't figured out he's afo yet

//

Sorahiko doesn’t go out of his way to seduce people. That takes more effort (and money) than it’s usually worth, and Sorahiko is lazy enough to dismiss any suggestions to smarten up his act.

Until now.

Shigaraki throws Sorahiko off-kilter; he’s so earnest in his efforts to flirt and flatter Sorahiko into a flustered mess, and he wields his inexplicable wealth and sex appeal like a weapon, slicing past any social faux pas without scorn. It’s embarrassing how many times Shigaraki’s gotten Sorahiko to blush in the three months they’ve been together.

It’s even more embarrassing to admit to himself that he’s worried about losing Shigaraki’s interest. One week isn’t that long to go without sex. It might even be the norm.

For lack of a better option, he asks Shimura for advice.

“I’m sorry,” she says, after a beat of silence, “are you asking me how to get your sugar daddy to get horny for you again?”

“He’s not my sugar daddy.”

“Sure. How was that night at the Daikoku Parking Area, by the way?”

“Pleasant,” says Sorahiko flatly, trying to will away the burning sensation in his ears. Unbidden, a memory resurfaces of Shigaraki’s indulgent smile as Sorahiko dragged him by hand to admire the variety of classics, sports-, super-, and tuners.

Upon finding the 1972 Ford Gran Torino, Shigaraki had exchanged a few words with its owner and mischievously pressed Sorahiko against the hood of the car to kiss him senseless.

That was two weeks ago, and in any case, Sorahiko’s going to stop dwelling on it, because the knowing look on Shimura’s face has him bristling. “Are you going to give me some pointers?”

Shimura sighs. She leans back in her chair, balancing it on its back two legs. “Well, I think I have to, if I want to save the office from your grouchiness. Have you tried sitting in his lap yet?”

He scowls on reflex.

“Dressing sexy?”

“No.” Shigaraki’s the one strutting around with the top two buttons of his shirt popped, exposing the hollow of his throat like it’s a gift to mankind. Moreover, though Shigaraki’s fashion is nondescript, it is without a doubt expensive.

“Start there,” says Shimura. “Maybe if he sees you in lingerie--”

Sorahiko crumples a discarded permit into a paper ball and flings it at Shimura’s face. Unfortunately, this is his only source of wisdom, so it’s not like Sorahiko can ignore her entirely.

//

Another two weeks pass; Shigaraki is alternatively too busy with his mysterious responsibilities, or content to greet Sorahiko with a soft kiss and bemused, appreciative glances as Sorahiko attempts to flaunt his assets. He tries his hand at flirting too. The results are inconclusive, because Shigaraki simply laughs and redirects the clumsy compliments.

//

He’s close to biting the civilian staffers’ heads off by the end of the month, which is coincidentally when Shigaraki swans into Sorahiko’s apartment and announces that he’s taking a vacation from work. Tasks have been delegated, and business is slow enough that Shigaraki can afford to relax for a few days.

“Great,” says Sorahiko, his voice thin and tight, because this conversation is happening in the bathroom. He’s literally naked, in the bath, hands white-knuckled as they grip the ceramic boundary between him and Shigaraki. All he needs is to issue the invitation stuck in his throat, but it’d be too blatant--

Oblivious to Sorahiko’s flushed skin and expectant expression, Shigaraki says, “Ah, have I interrupted you? I’ll wait for you outside, darling.”

In utter disbelief, Sorahiko watches Shigaraki spin on his heel to saunter out, hands shoved in his pockets. A blithe, carefree whistle pierces the air.

What the hell, he thinks, and for the first few seconds, his actions are numbly driven; Sorahiko unplugs the tub and gives himself a cursory rinse. But the longer he dwells on what just happened, the angrier Sorahiko becomes.

With Shigaraki. With himself. To some degree, with Shimura, for not shaking some sense into her partner.

He doesn’t even bother drying the excess water sluicing down his skin as he exits the tub and storms out of the bathroom. His temper flares higher upon seeing Shigaraki still dressed, sitting at the edge and paging through a paperback novel.

“My dear,” says Shigaraki pleasantly, putting the book aside. Sorahiko stalks towards him; crimson eyes widen with faux surprise.

“I give up!” Sorahiko rages, straddling Shigaraki’s lap and curling his fingers tight at the blazer’s lapels. Water soaks the fabric. The bastard merely hums; a slow smile creeps into sight, utterly infuriating in its sense of smug satisfaction. “I give up. You are unseduceable. What the hell do I have to do…!?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t play the obtuse fool with me,” he snarls.

Shigaraki smirks. “Finally,” he says, except Sorahiko has no idea what he means by that. Had Shigaraki been waiting for something? The train of thought is abruptly derailed, owing to a hot mouth latching onto his throat, greedy hands palming his waist and groping his ass.

Oh, he’d missed this. There’s an incalculable sense of relief overwhelming Sorahiko as teeth scrape flesh; the moan wrenching free of his control is broken and hiccupped; he lets his eyes fall shut and his hips grind forward.

“You’re an accommodating person, Torino-kun.”

“I’m not accommodating anything yet,” Sorahiko rasps, and blindly, he grasps for one of Shigaraki’s thick wrists, guides the hand to the center and hopes that Shigaraki will extrapolate the motive. A finger strokes over the furled muscle once, twice, then easily penetrates to the second knuckle. Sorahiko breathes through the sensation; his own fingers are long, but they are slimmer.

“Eager,” purrs Shigaraki, and works in the second without a problem. “Very eager.”

“I know what I want.”

“Then tell me,” he says, and his free hand strokes up Sorahiko’s waist to his shoulder-blade, then further to the nape of his neck. Sorahiko arches against the touch, rocks back in counterpoint to Shigaraki’s thrusting fingers, seeking that all-consuming jolt of pleasure and failing. The position’s not exactly ideal for the angle necessary.

But Shigaraki’s aim isn’t pinpoint accuracy. He pushes a third finger past Sorahiko’s entrance.

“Nngh,” Sorahiko manages. The stretch is familiar, but it’s been a while; his breathing turns shallow as he tries to maintain a semblance of control. He was mad. On some level, he still is, because Shigaraki had been unsurprised. Like he’d been gunning for this turn of events. “Sh--Shigaraki--”

“You got yourself all prepped,” his lover teases. “Won’t you tell me why?”

“I told you not to pretend to be an i-idiot--”

Shigaraki yanks a handful of hair at the back of Sorahiko’s head, eliciting a loud gasp that turns into an incoherent pleading groan; hickeys are being sucked, hard, and after the long weeks of being deprived of them, Sorahiko practically whimpers at the possessive marking over his windpipe.

“I’m sorry for neglecting you,” Shigaraki says, and the apology is saccharine-sweet, poisoned with an implication that Sorahiko twitches at. “Were you lonely without me? You only ever need to say the word, my dear.”

“I wasn’t--lonely,” he spits out.

“No? My mistake.” A deceptively soft kiss to the underside of Sorahiko’s jaw; the tension dissipates. He hadn’t realized he’d been clenching it. “Correct me, then.”

“Stop talking,” says Sorahiko, “and just fuck me already.”

Shigaraki laughs, and he releases Sorahiko’s hair, withdraws his fingers and wipes them carelessly on trembling thighs. At his silent urging, Sorahiko lifts himself up; he glances down to see Shigaraki unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and moving the elastic band of his briefs aside.

Proportionate to Shigaraki’s frame and lust, the man’s cock is intimidating, but the instinctive anxiety that Sorahiko usually feels is replaced with outrage, because Shigaraki then retrieves a tube of lubricant from under the pillow.

“You unseduceable asshole,” swears Sorahiko, and valiantly ignores the twinge of fondness in his heart as Shigaraki snickers.

Wordlessly, Shigaraki fists his cock until it is shiny with slick; deeming it ready, he holds it straight and guides Sorahiko to sit with his other hand. The head slowly, inexorably, slides into Sorahiko. And the rest is practically smooth-sailing from there, save for how Sorahiko chokes on the sensation of being split apart.

“Aah--ah--”

A comforting rumble from Shigaraki, and then, a careful yet hungry kiss. Sorahiko welcomes the distraction, but he breaks the connection first. Shigaraki’s closed the last few centimeters by rocking his hips, and the abrupt bottoming out has Sorahiko turning his head sharply to the side and yelping.

“Ask me again,” Shigaraki demands. With the leftover lube on his hand, he curls his fingers around Sorahiko’s dick. Not as an aid, but a hindrance--Sorahiko jerks at the preventative grasp, the commanding tone. “Ask, Torino-kun.”

“In a question?”

“A request,” he corrects, then rephrases. “A wish.”

Through his increasingly hazy vision, Sorahiko squints at Shigaraki’s glittering gaze. He thinks, Ah, indulge him, and out loud, Sorahiko confesses, “I want you. I want you, Shigaraki.”

“To…”

Sorahiko says, “Fuck me, goddamnit.”

“Ah,” says Shigaraki, amused, “we’ll work on it.”

[ginger-and-mint]

Hey, I'm wondering if you have any advice on writing kink stuff? Basically, it feels like I'm writing the same story repeatedly. Coming up with stuffing scenarios that both make sense, and aren't just retreads, is really hard. It probably doesn't help that a) I don't have much writing experience, b) my interests are really narrow, and c) I have no imagination, lol. How do you keep stuff fun and interesting? (Jsyk, I sent this to Tiny as well, I love both your blogs 😊)

Hey, anon! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoy my and Tiny’s content and I’m flattered to be asked for advice! ♡ I have a lot of thoughts about this, so I’ll do my best to boil them down into something useful.
 ^^

Since you mentioned being pretty new to writing, I broke up my advice into a few different “stages,” starting with things that are easy to implement and moving to things that might feel more manageable as you get more comfortable with writing. Under a cut because Real Heckin Long.


Stage One — Don’t Sweat It

This might sound corny and unhelpful, but I genuinely think that especially when you’re first starting out, it’s best not to put pressure on yourself to write the world’s most original stories. Write to please your inner fiend and nobody else! If repeated versions of the same story continue to light your fire, there’s no shame in embracing that.

Doing this will honestly help you with originality in the long-term anyway, because you’re giving yourself the freedom to learn more about what specifics you really enjoy in kink writing. Later on, you can use that knowledge to put new twists on those specifics and invent new scenarios.

Stage Two — Stuffing Scenario Cheat Sheet

I completely agree that believable stuffing scenarios are really difficult to invent. What’s realistic is a matter of opinion of course, but for me, this is a quick breakdown of logical reasons for a character to overeat. If you’re getting tired of using the same justification in your fics, try picking something new from this list:

Accidental stuffing:

Character is distracted by something during the meal

Character eats so fast they don’t realize when they’re full

Character has been hungry for awhile and overdoes it when they finally get to eat

Reluctant intentional stuffing (motivated by external circumstances):

Character feels social pressure to keep eating **

The food will go to waste otherwise **

Eating contests / challenges **

The character is trying to bulk up

Enthusiastic intentional stuffing (because the character wants to):

Character just enjoys the feeling of being full

Character and/or their partner(s) have a stuffing kink

Character has temporary access to good food and is indulging while they can

Fantasy Shenanigans:

Side effects of being a magical creature (e.g. a werewolf eating too much for their human form to handle, a vampire needing to feed all at once, etc.)

Magic that causes a character to overeat (e.g. enchanted food, curses, potions, etc.)

Magic that requires a full stomach and/or extra energy to work (e.g. my di-mage spell mechanics, the antidote in this fic of Tiny’s, etc.)

[free space because fantasy lets you set the boundaries of what’s realistic, so your imagination is really the limit!]

** If you’re aiming for realism, I would be careful of these scenarios. In my opinion, they can be done believably, but often are not. Some things I would look out for:

Most foods can easily be stored for later, so if you want to use the “avoiding waste” trope, make sure that you’re either in a setting without access to refrigeration or that the food is something that genuinely wouldn’t keep until the next day (or at least would be way less tasty after a night in the fridge.)

Social pressure works best in scenarios with people that the to-be-stuffed character 1) doesn’t know very well and 2) wants to impress or keep face around (e.g. formal events, business dinners, first dates that involve food, meeting their partner’s family, etc.)

Loving friends, family, and partners don’t pressure or guilt people into overeating! Characters stuffing themselves because their loved ones are really insistent that they have to taste-test everything or act so disappointed because they went to all this work on some extravagant feast always ring at best false and at worst abusive to me. What kind of loving relationship is it if you don’t feel safe to say “no thanks, I’m full?” That’s not to say social pressure with loved ones can’t be done well, but it usually indicates some kind of character flaw (i.e. an inability to say no and/or a steamroller-y personality) that in my opinion, has to be acknowledged by the fic’s end if you want the tone to stay light and fluffy.

Again, this may just be my opinion, but eating contests only come across as realistic with certain character personalities and in certain contexts. Like yeah, I can believe that a himbo with YouTuber Energy would take on a hot wing eating challenge in front of all his bros, but not so much that an otherwise self-respecting character would drop everything to eat themselves sick because a friend randomly challenged them.

Stage Three — Change Up Other Elements When Using Similar Tropes


Especially if you have narrow interests, it’s probably inevitable you’ll write same basic story structure over and over. I know I sure do! However, I would say that changing other elements of the narrative can give your writing an entirely different feel, turning it into a whole new story that will not feel like a simple retread to a reader.

One thing you can change up is setting. A lot of times kink writers will just plonk characters in the comfort of their own homes, which is valid — but setting hugely influences the atmosphere of a story, so the same Kink Plot will read really differently if it happens, say, at a campground or on a boat. Providing a rich setting can even become a feature of the kink itself. For example, setting your story at a lavish buffet could introduce an element of indulgence that hits you and/or readers differently than a story that involves casual takeout in the living room, even if the rest of the story is similar. Try bold settings! They’re fun!

Another element to vary is context. For example, the basic trope of “stress eating” would play out really differently if a character is about to go on an important mission vs. if they’re recovering from an emotionally difficult day; a story about about a character intentionally stuffing themselves will have a completely different flavor if they’ve been going hungry for awhile vs. they’ve been overeating all week; and so on.


Finally, consider changing up the focus. An easy way to do this is to switch up whether you’re writing from the POV of the stuffed character or a caretaker. You can also focus on different details of the stuffing — for example, lingering on how delicious the food looks and tastes vs. how the character feels as their stomach fills vs. physical details like whether they’re getting bloated or grumbly.

Stage Four — Connect to Character or Plot

The most surefire way to make kink stories distinct is to give the story an additional purpose besides just being kinky. This doesn’t have to be some big, extravagant plot (although it certainly can be) — it can be a simple as writing a kink story the way you usually would, and just finding something within it that you can use to reveal an aspect of your character.

Start with an ordinary kink scenario and try to dive a little deeper. For example:

Say you want to write a story about stress eating. Okay — what is the character stressed about?

Maybe you come up with something relatively simple and generic, like school. Okay, what about this character makes them so likely to be stressed out by school? Are they a perfectionist? Are they facing a lot of pressure from their family? Do they have a goal that requires excellent grades? Have they struggled with this subject in the past?

Let’s say you decide to go with perfectionism. Now, what scenes can you use to show this struggle? And optionally, can you give the character some kind of resolution by the story’s end?

And there you go! Your fic now not only has kink, but also shows how your character reacts in a certain situation.

Character especially is a treasure trove of uniqueness, in my opinion, because well-developed characters react differently to the same scenario. Stories feel more original because even if a reader has read this exact same plot before, they will not have seen how this particular person handles it. So one of the best ways to make fics distinct is to spend time developing your characters!

If the goal is to simply write solid distinct kinky stories, trying to create detailed plot is more work with lower return than investing in your characters, if you ask me. You have to enjoy the process of creating plots itself for it to be worth it. If that’s something you’re interested in, I have a whole load more thoughts about that -- but since this is already incredibly long, I’ll save that for a separate ramble if anyone is specifically interested.

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I hope something in this huge infodump is helpful to you! Some of it may sound intimidating if you’re just starting out with kink writing, but it’s absolutely all something that can be worked up to. Please feel free to ask any follow-up questions if stuff I’ve written doesn’t make sense. Good luck with your writing, anon, and thanks for giving me an excuse to just go off. ^^’ ♡

[aka-indulgence]

Hi hi! I love your blog! It’s so well made and it feels so comfortable! The interactions are amazing! I love your system with how people will give little thoughts and ideas about your au’s and stuff! It feels so much different then requests! It feels so free like just genuine questions instead of well, requests. They feel like you can just indulge into your work and share it without feeling like it’s a job or something. At least that’s my opinion on it.

I want to use this system too for my blog, but I have no idea how to do it. Does it have some requirements you need to fulfill to get this? Or do you just ask for it? Or is it something you can only do when you have a following who’s really interactive with your blog? Or did it just happen? I really wanna know, and I hope I’m not bothering you with this question!

Thank you for taking the time to read this in advance!!!

Oh goodness, someone asking me for advice? >u<;; Sorry that it took a while for me to get to this, I think I'm just bad at keeping up with my own inbox haha

I'm flattered you think of my blog like that! That's what I feel too, I feel like it's all more to my pace, and I'm so grateful that people who follow me are so interactive with me /w\ (i appreciate you guys <3)

As for the system thing, it's not as if I planned for this to be the case. I didn't really make this happen. When I get asks, I (usually) just answer the things I want to answer, because I know if I don't feel like answering something, my writing is also going to suffer, and like you mentioned, feel more like a chore. That doesn't mean I'm not going to answer requests at all, if I like an idea I will write it in my way. I think people interact here more because I answer interactive questions. Like when people share a thought with me, even if I don't really have anything to write for it, I'll share my opinions. So maybe that makes it more inviting to people who want to do the same? Especially about my aus, it's so delightful to see people thinking about my aus ;w;

(Like I said I don't answer all of them but every time when I get an inbox notification I like to check it- sometimes I don't answer them because I don't answer immediately and I forget about them T-T)

If you don't get many asks/mostly just requests, maybe you can directly ask/invite them to be more interactive? Like maybe ask "what do you think of (X)? Share it with me!" or just "do you have any questions about (X)?"

emphasis on questions, meaning something people are interested in and want to know more about.

I still feel like tumblr user who doesn't have it all together (like forgetting about actually answering.... again... ;u;) so this is the best I can give. I hope you good luck anon!

Edit: You also can also answer things briefly! Like just thoughts, rather than a detailed piece. Mostly I like to ramble haha

[thatoneao3writer]

Hello! It’s 💙! I guess i’m ghostbur anon by popular demand. So have some 💙💙💙!

An idea for your au: Dream’s First Father’s Day. It’s father’s day and Dream finds all his friends occupied, with Q sneaking off to spend the day as Alex with Sam, Sapnap eagerly trying to create the perfect father’s day celebration for badboyhalo with skeppy giving him advice and trolling them both the whole way, George’s human family come to visit him, and even Velvet’s on a date with Ant and making a frankly absurd number of “daddy” jokes.

Missing his friends and in complete denial, Dream decides to mess with the heroes, only to find they are also occupied. Sam’s mysteriously missing (to see Alex), Ant’s on a date with Velvet to try and distract himself from the guilt this holiday drags up, Badboyhalo is curled in a corner crying and trying not to think of his dad while Sapnap and skeppy attempt to drag him out. Ponk is doing a hospital charity thing, etc.

He briefly considered going to the syndicate,m to mess with them, but they’ve got the whole Philza, Wilbur, Fundy drama at its cresendo due to father’s day angst, and Dream thinks he’s better off staying away from that mess.

Unsure what to do, he wanders to the bench his feet always seem to take him to when he’s feeling down, where he finds Puffy. Bored and ar this point and just a little desperate for attention, he jumps into villain mode to try and mess with her. But Puffy’s to stressed to notice, instead demanding he help her practice playing catch.

Dream is super confused, and Puffy explains she’s never been a father before, and she wants her duckling to have the best father’s day, so she really needs the help. This explination does not enlighten dream at all, since he doesn’t know about how Foolish is now Puffy’s son. But he’s to proud to ask for context, and to flattered that she thinks he knows what father’s and son’s do to correct her.

Thus begins Dream’s attempts to help Puffy become the ultimate Dad for when she meets up with the Duckling, including a game of catch that escalates into tossing buildings around, a fishing trip that ended up hooking a sea serpent for a free ride, an eating competition that ended with Puffy rolling Dream out, and griefing the whole of the syndicates headquarters with toilet paper and the words “philza is number 2 dad” which somehow ended up resolving the conflict between phil, wilbur, and fundy, or at least put on hold, as they all teamed up to hunt them down.

(And maybe Dream was made the last two dad bonding ideas up off the top of his head, but he grew up in a lab, he’s trying)

As he and puffy are crouching behind a bush, panting and hoping they lost the sbi, Dream asks Puffy why she needed help being a dad anyways. Shouldn’t she be a mom?

Puffy’s face tightens, and Dream thinks he’s crossed a line, but Puffy says, “i wasn’t any good at being a mother.”

Dream: what?

Puffy gets a faraway look in her eyes. “did u know this Duckling’s not my first? I used to have another. He was such a cute little thing, and when he called me “mom” by accident, i could have cried with happiness.” Puffy’s smile drops. “But i failed him. He vanished, and even a hero like me couldn’t track him down.” She shakes her head. “Call it superstion, but I don’t want to be anyone’s mom until i find out what happened to him”

Dream doesn’t know what to say to that. Its far more vulnerability than he’d expect a hero to show around him. And something about the story she told makes his head HURT like nothing he’s felt before. But at the same time, Dream doesn’t want to dismiss it or mock it, doesn’t want to get rid of the fragile trust Puffy’s beginning to place in him. (So I can exploit it later, he lies to himself).

“Well,” Dream brushed some stray toilet paper off his clothes. “You seem to be doing pretty good at the father buisness”

“You think so?” Puffy gives him a slight smile.

“I know so!” Dream puffs up, “i’m an expert remember?”

Puffy laughs, claiming she couldn’t have done it without Dreams help, and invites Dream to come with her to “keep her on track” with her duckling. Dream agrees, and ends up spending the rest of the day with Puffy and Foolish (in his alter ego form) building stuff, because apparently that’s all foolish really wanted to do, and all of dream and puffy’s prep was for nothing. Dream and Puffy do their best, but between all the food they ate and running halfway across town to avoid the syndicate’s wrath, their to tired to make creations anywhere near as good as Foolish’s. (Or so Dream claims, not willing to admit a mere civilian is so much better than him). Foolish doesn’t seem to mind though, and they all have a great time.

Dream tells himself this is all a long con, but he can’t help but feel strangely at home with Puffy and her duckling, like some lost part of his childhood has been fulfilled.

He quietly adds Foolish’s alter ego to the Do Not Harm list in the HIVE headquarters.

Awww this is so sweet and angsty T^T my heart >~< Ghostbur anon you outdid yourself once again, thank you for this <3333 

[venomous--fics]

Request from Anon: Oh? Did you say Peter B. Parker- can you please do one where the reader accidentally call him Dad? It just sounds like a really funny scenario

A/N: One silly request coming right up! Also, I hope you don't mind the route I took with this-- The idea kinda just came to me when I read this prompt. Basically, the reader is also a spider-person, and will essentially take Peter B places in their universe. So Peter has taken it upon himself to be your "wise" mentor. Either way, I took a wholesome approach to this- Don’t kill me-----

"I think you're ready," Peter sighed as he sat on the ledge of the building.

New York, as usual, was nothing but hustle and bustle. Peter watched the rush hour traffic come to a halt, the evening streetlights flickering on, and he found himself wondering if the city would ever replace the bulbs. What an odd, mundane string of thoughts to have. Guess that happens when you get old.

"I'm not ready." you sat next to him, "I'm definitely going to mess this up." 

"You think I didn't?" Peter looks at you from the corner of your eye.

You were still a kid. He felt terrible, knowing that you were forced onto this pedestal with him. You had told him that you had aspirations of being anything else, but unfortunately fate had other plans. Peter wanted nothing more than to tell you to just go home and to forget about it all, but he also knew that deep down you had already made up your mind.

You were very stubborn in that sense. When your mind was made up, there was no changing it. This city, this world even, needed you to become the next hero. You knew Peter was getting old too to keep going. You wanted him to go home and be with MJ. He deserved it. He earned the right to have a decent life now. 

"I messed up a lot of things." Peter said, "Hell, I probably did more damage than I did good, but..."

You looked at the mask you had in your hands. All of this somehow felt meaningless and meaningful at the same time. It was overwhelming, to say the least.

"Guess that's just how life is." he continued, "You gotta roll with the punches." 

"That's terrible advice." you laughed quietly, still looking down.

"What can I say?" he smiled, "I wasn't exactly prepared to this. Which just proves my point." 

You looked forward, to the horizon. The setting sun was still bright, and the city was drenched in a golden light. Maybe Peter was right. You shouldn't be so worried, because this is just how life is. He did screw up a lot, like a lot, a lot-- But look at him now. Him and MJ are together, they even managed to get a nice place together, MJ has a good job-- Things just work out.

"The universe always has a way of righting itself."

"You really think I'm goin-"

"I know you're going to be fine, kid." He sighed with content, “I know you.”

Peter looked at the same horizon, yet it felt different to him. He was sad that it was time to let go of his alter ego, but at the same time it was peaceful. He had faith that you'd protect this city no matter what. You had told him every story you had about this place. He was absolutely certain that the universe had made the right choice. 

Without thinking much of it, Peter patted you on the shoulder, "You'll do great things for this city." 

"You really think so?"

"I know so." 

You figured that the conversation had come to a halt, so you were about to get up when Peter pushed you back down. You looked over at him with obvious confusion on your face. He moved away and it felt like he was hesitating a little.  

"You good?"

He grabbed your wrists and took off your web shooters.

"Hey!" you protested, "I just made those, old man-"

"They're no good."

"No good? They're brand new."

"Close your eyes." 

You did nothing but stare at him, which caused him to pause. You rolled your eyes and closed them tightly, "There. Happy? Can I have my web shooters back?"

You heard the familiar click and immediately withdrew your hands. You opened your eyes and looked down at your wrists. Instead of seeing your bright, shiny, brand spanking new web shooters, you saw old ones. They had scratches, the latches were a bit loose, the metal was dull and was obviously worn from use.

These were Peter's. He always bragged about how much cooler they were than yours. They were like his pride and joy when it came to his beat up suit. He wanted you to have them? He trusted you that much? 

You couldn't form words.  It's almost like your brain had frozen solid. Every train of thought had come to a screeching halt. 

"I can't take these." you said.

"I want you to have them." Peter sounded proud, "It's only right." 

You, for the first time in a while, surprised him by throwing your arms around him in a huge bear hug. It took him a minute, but he returned the hug. Is this what it felt like? Having kids? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad-

"Thanks, dad."

"You're welcome, kidd-" Peter pulled back, "Did you just call me dad?" 

"What." you did. You quickly stood up and stumbled back, "No way. I think you're hearing things, old man." 

Peter stood up, doofy smile still on his face, "I heard you say 'Thanks, dad.'" 

"I clearly said, 'Thanks...Dude.'" 

"Uh huh." 

"I did." You tripped a little as you got up onto the ledge of the building, "I totally did. Not my fault that you can't hear- I gotta go...Like, right now."

"Of course." 

"My mom's...Totally called me, y'know. I have ...Homework." You walked along the ledge, "And I did not, totally did not, call you dad."

"And I'm the king of France."

Much like a moody teen, you stopped and crossed your arms, letting out a huff, "Why would I call you dad anyways?"

"Because," Peter mimicked you, right down to the way you speak, "You totes see me as one. Just admit it. I'm actually kinda flattered." 

"Pfft. Alright, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man." 

You wanted to change the subject. You were far too hard headed to admit that you had called him dad. 

"You didn't give me my web shooters." You leaned forward and held out your hand, "Gimme."

Peter rolled his eyes and chuckled as he walked over and put the gadgets in your hand, "You totally did call me-"

You were just embarrassed now, "I did not, man. C'mon." 

"Heard it. Clear as day. Can't fool me." 

You huffed again and adverted your eyes to the gadgets in your hands. You hadn't meant to slip up, but you really did see Peter as a dad. You, again, were way too stubborn to ever say that to his face.

You copied his eye roll, which didn't go unnoticed, "Alright, so what if I did."

"So what if you did." Peter repeatedly slowly. 

"I still have to leave." You shot a web off into the distance, "I'll see you tomorrow. Same time?"

"Actually," Peter cut in, "MJ was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out for lunch with us?"

"Me? Lunch with the both of you? Wouldn't that be..Weird..?" 

"Not unless you make it weird," he replied, "So don't make it weird."

You looked off into the distance at where you web had landed, "Uh, sure. Okay. Just, text me the place." 

Before Peter could respond, you swung away, shouting, "See ya later, old man!”  

"See you later, kiddo." 

Peter turned around and started his journey home, but something completely blind sighted him. Something had crashed into his back and had wrapped its arms around him. He looked down and saw the sleeves of your suit and laughed to himself.

Into his back you muttered, "Okay, bye, dad. Love you." 

Just like before, you quickly disappeared. Peter shouted in your direction, "You did it again!"

A few buildings away he heard your voice shout back to him, "What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to appreciate it!" He shouted back, laughing, "Thank you!" 

"You're welcome!" 

Your voice was even farther away. 

Peter smiled the whole way home. 

He was right. The universe does have a peculiar way of righting itself.

[writingwife-83]

Hello!! I love to read fanfics and I actually want to start writing but it's been a reeeaaally long time since I wrote anything creative. Do you have any tips?😅

P. S. You are one of the first writers I came across on Tumblr and it goes without saying that u absolutely love your fics!!

Well, first of all, thank you so so much! I’m incredibly happy to hear you love my writing! 🤗 And I’m also flattered that you’re asking me for tips on getting started yourself. Obviously we’re all different, so some methods work for one person and not for another, but hopefully some of these general tips help…

Just dive in! Don’t wait until you have an epic multi chapter idea, and don’t wait until a plot is perfect. If the motivation is there, just go with it and get started, even if it’s super short.

On that note, less is often more. Some of the things I’ve written that have gotten the highest notes on here are actually shorter. You do not have to tell a whole story with a background, a detailed plot development, and a ride into the sunset. Write 500 words, but take the time to really make it something you love.

If you’re not sure of what to write, there’s literally SO many prompt list posts out there that you can reblog and ask for people to send you. And/or you can post in the ship tag (I’m assuming sherlolly?) and ask shippers to send prompts. We’re super helpful and supportive! 🥰

Even though you don’t have to plan a fic out, if you’re writing something with more than one chapter, I find it very helpful to have a basic outline. It can be super involved and detailed, but it can also literally just be a list or bullet points. But it’s just something to reference and even change as needed as you’re going along. You think you’re going to remember how you want things to go when you first have the idea, but trust me, I’ve forgotten my own plot ideas more times than I like to admit. 😆

This is another thing you absolutely don’t have to do, but if it will make you more comfortable with posting, find a beta reader you can trust. You want someone who knows the characters, the language, how you want the fic to come across, and someone who will be tactful but honest about advice.

One more thing you can do (which might help with the previous point) is hop on the sherlolly discord, if you haven’t already. There’s writing focused channels on there where we can share ideas, support each other, and request beta reading help. I’ll link a post regarding how to join.

Happy writing, anon! Hopefully this wasn’t overkill, but once I started I just kept thinking of more things. 😆 Don’t hesitate to reach out again if needed!

[arhvste]

KOZUME KENMA - WORK OF ART

request - could it be possible to get a kenma fic/scenario where his gf or girl crush is an artist and often draws him- probably hides it n testu or someone finds it and shows him so now they go on lip dates where kenma just plays his games and she draws him just like extra fluffy if you can I love kenma so much 🥺🥺🥺 if it’s too much then just something fluffy with ken ! thank you!

warnings - none

an - thank you for the request anon i just know kuroo the little shit would show his best friend all the drawings he finds 😈

-

classes were boring enough as it is but learning about the history or hiragana? what was the need? 

sitting by the window seat, you had the obvious choice to stare outside the glass as class dragged along but you hardly found yourself looking outside at the window. instead, you would look and admire a classmate of yours.

kozume kenma.

he was one of the prettiest boys you’d ever seen. even his actions were so delicate and gentle to which would encourage the light butteries in your stomach to flutter a little more while you watched him. it wasn’t long before you found yourself sketching the bleached haired boy.

you were an avid artist with a beautiful talent. drawing kenma seemed a little out of your comfort zone at first. when you noticed you’d been sketching him for a few weeks you tried to consciously stop yourself, you didn’t want to feel like a creep who would just stare and draw someone. these sketches captured the boy’s calmness perfectly though and you found you couldn’t help yourself but continue, even deciding to add more detail into particular pieces you liked.

you told yourself that you were just using him as inspiration. you weren't infatuated with the boy, just inspired. no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself of this though, you found yourself enjoying drawing him more than anyone or anything else bringing you to the conclusion that yes, maybe you were perhaps a little smitten with him. not that you’d ever let him find out though.

-

your sketch book was littered with an assortment of drawings. some finished down to the smallest detailed and others half done, lazily sketched and yet to be completed. kenma took up most of the occupation of the pages though. surrounded by statues, flowers and other pretty things you often drew kenma as the centre piece for all your pages.

the drawings you skillfully created depended on your mood and kenma’s mood on the day. some days, kenma would be struggling to keep his concentration on the lesson going on in front of him, other days he’d be almost interested and looked as if he was putting more effort into his work. your most favourite days, were ones where kenma was lazily interested in the lesson. he would often propt is chin under his hand, eyes prettily fluttering occasionally while trying to stay awake (probably sleep deprived from excessive hours of gaming) and he would sometimes even use a thin black bobby pin to pin his long hair out of his face to stop his field of vision from closing in tempting him to fall into a slumber in the midst of class. those days were your favourite. he looked extra pretty.

today just happened to be one of those days as you gazed at kenma who at this moment had his hair messily pinned out of his face, eyes drooping every so often with the setters head dropping ever so slightly every time he felt the weight of sleep too heavy to handle. one hand placed under his chin, keeping his head from completely falling onto the desk and the other weakly holding his pen as he attempted to keep up with the classes notes.

you wanted to draw him in this moment really, but you did happen to feel bad for the blonde. he was obviously struggling to keep his head clear enough to focus so you decided now was a good opportunity to step out of your comfort zone a little.

“kozume-san? you whispered ever so gently.

kenma’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of his voice being called. he tilted his head in you direction and blinked his twinkly golden eyes at you

“hm?”

“d-do you want me to uh keep up with your notes for you?”

kenma’s eyes softened at the sound of your gentle voice.

“why would you want to do that l/n?”

“i can see you’re struggling to stay focused. we sit near the back and the teacher isn't interested in looking in our direction. you can catch up on a bit of sleep - o-only if you want though you don't have to!”

you knew you were blushing now. maybe you should’ve just minded your own business but in a split second you knew it was all worth it.

kenma gave you a small but genuine smile. fuck. it was so pretty. he was so pretty. his smile wasn’t blinding no, more of a gentle angelic glowing light that warms ones heart. the rare sort of golden light that can only be captured in a small time window each day and only through clear skies. you had made kozume kenma smile and you knew you were right to have stepped out your comfort zone.

“you’re observant. its much appreciated l/n, thank you. let me know how i can repay you after.”

his soft voice heavy with sleep sent the butteries in your stomach to go off in a frenzy. his delicate hands handed you his class book and he blushed so lightly it wasn't even noticeable at the subtle contact of your fingers brushing past each other.

he gave you a gentle nod as he laid his head down gently on his desk and gave into the strong craving to fall into a sleep.

drawing and writing were two things that came naturally to you. you were able at completing both tasks at a quick speed but you did it so flawlessly. you took a shy pride in your notes and classwork as you did with your drawings. both aesthetically pleasing to look at, but full of appropriate and useful content.

writing kenma’s notes alongside yours wouldn’t be a problem to you.

however, this would cause one in the unbeknownst future to you.

-

class ended about 50 minutes after you had encouraged kenma to have a small sleep. classmates were closing their notebooks and packing up their things. you gently tapped the sleeping setters shoulder with notes in your hand.

after a few taps the boy slowly lifted his head and gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. your heart melted at the sight of his eyes flickering while adjusting to the light. the slightly darkened sun depicting his eyes as gold speckled pools of honey, his nose scrunched up as he allowed his body to wake up. was there ever a time this boy was ugly? he seemed to be attractive doing everything, it wasn’t fair.

taking the book from your hands he nodded and gave you a shy smile.

“thank you, l/n. please tell me how i can repay you”

“oh! please don't worry about it! you looked like you needed a recharge i’m just happy you were able to do just that.”

“you’re a kind person l/n. but don’t hesitate to let me know if you ever need a favour.”

and with that, the setter packed up the few papers he had been resting on and then slightly bowing at you before heading out the door most likely to get ready for practice.

you smiled to yourself and headed out your classroom to leave for home knowing you had done a good deed for the day and you had happened to have your first direct interaction with the boy you’d been delicately sketching for the past couple of months.

-

“kenma! you’re 2 minutes and 38 seconds later than usual! we can't afford to have the brain of the team slacking.” kuroo teased his best friend with an irritating smile.

“was talking to a classmate. she helped keep me up with the class notes.” kenma spoke boredly as he set his bag down so he could change into his gym clothes.

“notes eh? offended you wouldn't just ask me for help. this feels like betrayal.” 

kenma rolled his eyes at his friend’s childish behaviour and dug through his bag to look for his clothes.

“the offer was there so i just took it. besides, l/n’s handwriting is much more eligible than yours.”

“ouch. are they as detailed though?”

“probably even more.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“look for yourself.” kenma shrugged nodding towards his schoolbag.

kuroo wandered over to kenma’s bag and pulled the classwork book out.

��uh yeah i guess these are pretty ne- oHOHO what do we have here?”

kuroos eyes danced over the pages, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“i hate when you pull that face what’s wrong with you?” kenma’s disgusted face looked up at kuroo who looked like he was having an internal field day.

“l/n eh? i think someones got a little crush on you kenma.”

“what?”

kuroo turned the book around to show the pages to kenma who’s eye widened.

there was the pages you had littered with beautifully depicted drawings of kenma. 

both boys were silent as kenma’s eyes scanned over the pages.

“no reaction? personally i’d be flattered if someone drew me that much and with such good detail too.”

kenma was still processing all the drawings as a million possible reasons for why you’d drawn him so much ran though his head.

did you think he was attractive?

was it a crush like kuroo had teased?

did you just need a reference and he just so happened to be there?

were the drawings actually him or were they just someone scarily similar?

“sooooo... you gonna talk to her then?”

kuroo smiled teasingly at the now blushing setter.

“i’ll just give this back to her. it’s obviously personal and she might even explain herself when she sees that i have her book.”

kuroo shrugged and put the book back in kenma’s bag. 

“i think it’s cute kenma, take my advice, you should take the opportunity to get to know her a little, she's obviously interested in you.”

kenma snorted at his friends words slightly as he begun to follow him out the changing rooms and into the gym to join the rest of the team.

“ironic the relationship virgin is giving me advice.”

kuroo could only roll his eyes and laugh.

“to think you’d be the one to get a girl first, in my defence i’m too busy for relationships.”

“okay mr docosahexaenoic acid, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

-

you had just arrived home and you felt the weight of the day lift itself off of you as you threw your shoes off and dropped your bag to the floor in your bedroom.

you bag tipped over with some of the contents spilling out causing you to huff but get up and pick it up anyway.

then you saw it.

your heart dropped.

“fuck.”

‘kozume kenma’ was written on the front of one of your classwork books. how had you been so stupid in getting them mixed up.

you began to panic and think of solutions to this fresh dilemma.

“maybe i should just tell him that i just like him nows a chance? no that's stupid why would i do that? i’ll just tell him it’s a model that just looks similar to him. no, that’s not believable is it? fuck it. i’m moving country.”

you screamed into your pillow but then stopped when you remembered something. 

kenma was in practice right now. there’s no way he could’ve opened the book and bothered checking the work right? why would he bother doing that?

you checked the time on your phone. 3:28pm. you still had a while until practice was over. that would be more than enough time to go into the changing rooms and swap the books before anyone notices. and even if he had opened the book already, when he saw his book was back in his bag, you could easily play it off as if he had dreamt the drawings up as he would’ve just woken up and still been drowsy.

you wasted no time grabbing your shoes and the book to sprint out the door. school wasn’t too far from your house, a 17 minute walk to be exact. your legs started to ache at the sudden intense action of you sprinting like your life depended on it. well, your life did depend on it. if kenma saw them and thought you were weird, what were you to do then? dropping out of school seemed like the most reasonable option.

finally reaching the gates you caught your breath. getting to school was a 17 minute walk but a 9 minute run. once you gathered your thoughts you quietly approached the gym to peek inside. there the team were training and focused on the court. going in through the front of the school and walking through the halls to get to the changing rooms through the back way, you gripped the book tightly as you got to the boys changing rooms.

a quiet prayer was muttered before entering. the changing room was surprisingly clean and didn't smell like over sprayed deodorant and excessive sweat like you’d imagined. you let out a sigh of relief as you scanned the room for kenma’s stuff before noticing it at the end of the room.

“just in and out.” you muttered under your breath as you walked swiftly over to the setter’s belongings

digging through kenma’s stuff proved to be quite stressful. you were so focused on not getting caught, you failed to noticed the door separating the gym and changing rooms open.

“uh l/n?”

you jumped and turned your head to the owner of the voice.

there stood a slight sweaty and tired looking kenma who had offered to return to the changing rooms to grab one of yaku’s extra kneepads.

“uhhh i can explain.. our books got um mixed up and i uh well -”

“you’re talented you know.” kenma gave you a small almost ghost smile.

your face instantly heated up at the small praise the boy had given you.

“w-what?”

“the drawings. i must say, i was surprised when i saw them but, you have talent y/n and... i don’t mind if you keep drawing me...”

kenma’s shy persona caused the last part to come out so quietly you almost didn't hear him.

“i’ll keep that in mind.” you smiled as you approached kenma to give him his book back.

he muttered a quiet thanks and went through his own bag to fish you out your book to give back to you. the tension was awkward but not heavy enough to drive either of you away instantly. both of you holding back in anticipation waiting for one of you to talk.

“so um, do you wanna maybe go out sometime? you don’t have to.”

your eyes softened again as you shyly nodded.

“i would like that kozume-san.”

“kenma. call me kenma.”

-

months had passed since then. you found you had things in common with the setter and found his neutral presence calming. he wasn’t too loud or in your face but he also wasn’t completely extroverted to the point where you’d sit in awkward silence like people often assumed he was like. 

you had met his team and family and they all welcomed you with open arms eager to get to know the girl who had drawn kenma not only on paper but drawn him out of his comfort zone gently. 

the two of you weren’t big on going out on dates. you would both often opt to stay in and enjoy each other’s company. kenma would game and you would draw, the two of you engaging in soft and relaxing conversation. kenma would never admit it out loud, but he loved the days where you would draw him. he would act like he was too immersed in his game to notice you sketching away but he felt a sense of pride in him whenever he noticed you using him as your model.

you had grown more confident in yourself and often allowed kenma to see your drawings. you decided since you were using him as your reference, the least you could do was show him how you portrayed him and every time he would compliment and praise you for your work.

“you know i’m glad i felt extra tired that one day you offered to do my notes.”

you hummed and looked up at your boyfriend.

“yeah? i’m just gad you weren’t weirded out by my book.”

kenma offered a gentle smile at you.

“weirded out? i was taken aback but not weirded out. i was ever so slightly flattered even. thank you for seeing some sort of beauty in me.”

brushing his hair out of his face you smiled softly as you leaned closer to his face to whisper your final words before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips.

“no, thank you for being a work of art.”

[yumgrapejuice]

Hello there! I recently found your fic A is for accidental dimensional travel on ao3 and would first like to say good job! I am thoroughly enjoying the story so far. As an amateur writer, I wanted to ask if you have any writing tips?

First, I’m really happy to hear you’re enjoying it, thank you!! And second, of course!!!:D That’s very flattering haha, and it’s something I can talk about for hours, though I’ll try to keep it condensed:’D I’m an amateur writer myself, of course, but, hey, I think every writer has something valuable to offer in terms of advice, and I have been pretty obsessed over the topic for years I guess lol.

I will say, though, that writing is like any other skill, and certain advice fits certain levels (I’ve had someone come to me about writing tips who didn’t have a grasp on the most basic concepts, so I told them different things from what I’d tell someone who’s actually been writing for a while). I don’t know what level you’re at, anon, so I’ll try to keep it to tips that I personally use whenever I’m writing, just a few quick things:D However!! You can always directly dm me and I’d be more than happy to offer more personalized/specific advice if that’s something you’d like:))

(I’d also like to mention that, to me, fanfiction writing is different from original writing. In fanfics, I usually go with the first draft of any chapter and I focus more on the Fun stuff, whereas with original stuff I’d have multiple drafts and be more careful. I just don’t have the time nor the need to perfect my fics if I like them enough as is, and I don't expect anyone else to perfect them, either. But, hey, that’s just me)

(Also, also, don’t look at me for grammar lmao sorry)

Putting the rest under the cut!:D

Dialogue is my favorite part of writing, so I’d like to share a few things I keep in mind whenever I’m constructing it.

First, unless a character is monologuing, I try to keep each person’s lines to no more than 3-4 sentences at a time. That way the dialogue flows more naturally and feels like people are actually talking.

Second, people are rarely graceful with their words, especially if they’re flustered for any reason. Cutting off sentences is a good way to show that, but don’t overdo it, either. That goes for stuttering, too. A couple of cuts or stutters is more than enough. I tend to break this "rule" when someone is really struggling, but that's only on special occasions.

Third, not every line needs a dialogue tag!! You need to evaluate what’s actually important. If you’re using a dialogue tag, you’re drawing attention to it. Why? Is it unclear who’s speaking? Are they performing some action that adds to/reinforces/conflicts with what’s being said? Is it funny? If there isn’t a good reason, you can just leave it without a tag. (Also, dialogue without tags flows much quicker, so that’s something to keep in mind. That's good for a quippy exchange.)

Fourth, I try to always progress some aspect of the story with every line. Usually, that can be plot progression or character progression. They can chatter about their day, the weather, work, sure, but it needs to progress something. Maybe it’s used to showcase the tense/awkward atmosphere. Maybe they learn information that’ll be useful later. Maybe it’s a way to show personality. Just, have it have a purpose.

And last, ‘said’ is not dead. Our eyes when reading barely register the word, so if you don’t wanna draw attention to how something is being said, use… ‘said’ lol.

A few more general things:

I don’t switch POVs often, but when I do, I try to make each POV have its distinct voice, which is something you hear a lot about in writing classes and such. People far more advanced than me can explain it much better, but the way I go about it is similar to dialogue. Different people use different phrases, some go on long tangents, some introspect a lot, some would rather die than think for a second about what they’re feeling (doesn’t mean you shouldn’t describe their emotional responses; just that some may draw more attention to them and linger longer). Switching between more formal styles to looser and rambly is also an easy and quick way to distinguish different narrators.

If you focus a lot on a certain detail, that detail needs to be important. Listen, I didn't spend multiple paragraphs on Dream fawning over an ender chest for that to be trivial in the future lol. The more attention you draw to something, you more weight you put on it. I really recommend that you bring it back eventually.

What’s the worst that can happen? Make it happen, and make it worse lol.

Your readers aren’t stupid, don’t spoon-feed them information. They’re smart cookies, leave some clues and they’ll figure it out. Hopefully. Use your judgement lol. But that goes for descriptions, too. Help them paint the scene, don’t actually paint it for them. Use different senses to describe something, such as smell, touch, sound. Once again, draw attention only to what’s actually important. (I’ve really enjoyed the way descriptions were done in Path of Golden Green)

If you want a line to have a lot of weight, put it in a separate paragraph. That’s probably obvious, but good to have it in mind haha.

Decide what atmosphere you want your story to have. If you’re going for a lighter one, don’t focus too much on serious, dark things. Likewise, tragedies and comedy don’t mix well unless it’s a tragicomedy lol, but that’s a whole other thing. I usually like going for a nice middle, sometimes leaning more towards light stuff. It’s why in A is for Accidental I didn’t dwell too much on the possible effects the prison could have had on mh!Dream because I wanted to keep that storyline relatively light (at least, compared to dsmp!Dream’s storyline lol). Possible trauma just. wasn’t the point here lmao. I just slap on a “eh, not his first rodeo” and I’m done haha. Not everything needs to be heavy angst and not everything needs to be all funny and fluffy. Find what balance you wanna have. Basically, it’s usually not a good idea to betray your readers lol.

This is more of a pet peeve but I really dislike head-hopping lol. It's basically when one paragraph is from one character's POV, the next one is from another's. I guess there's the third-person omniscient POV where that can fly, I suppose, but I'm more of a third-person limited kind of person lol. If that's the POV you're going with, decide on your POV character and stick to it (until the change in POV, at least), pretty please <3

This is very unorganized but each aspect of writing has so much that could be said about it that I thought I should stop here lol. If there’s anything specific you’d like me to talk about or to elaborate on something, please, feel free to ask; again, I’d be more than happy to ramble more about writing lol. I could go on forever, honestly:’D