#i never think about the process of writing so much as just daydream all the stuff i want to write oops

[ghostlycod]

“I have this scene in my head for my fic that I really love but i don’t feel like writing all of the other stuff to get to it.”

I see this comment like 5 times a day in fic writing spaces lol

a scene that you don’t want to write is a scene you don’t want to read. don’t write stuff you don’t want to read.

me, personally: wait until the scenes that get you to that first initial scene you were excited about are just as interesting as that scene too. it won’t be the first, second, or third thing you think of. if u have a scene you really want to write, write that, and keep writing only those exciting scenes that come to you. eventually you have a million interesting scenes for your fic and they become puzzle pieces for you to arrange and then eventually the strings come together and you realize you really do have an interesting way to get to that original scene, and you’re just as excited to write it, if you haven’t already written it when you were brainstorming other scenes earlier in the writing process that you didn’t even realize could carry your story like that.

[amiaclone]

begging on my knees pls write se-mi (player 380) x reader where se-mi is flirting with reader but she’s completely oblivious!!!

love ur work!

Thank you! And yes i will I’ve gotten so much se mi 🥲 can’t blame you though she’s gorgeoussss

Se-Mi x gn! Reader

“Wow the money is as worth to me as being by your side”

“Aw really? Thanks!”

Se-Mi mentally sighed this was a very obvious pick up line too!

It’s not like you were stupid when Nam-Gyu tried to insult you in a complimenting way you weren’t afraid to talk back and call out the insult you were just……oblivious about flirting that’s all

Se-Mi immediately took a liking to you the second she started talking to you and decided to protect you in the games so….she could have some fun with you when we’re here and maybe even communicate outside the games

Luck was not on her side as you barely reciprocated her flirty gestures

Maybe you just aren’t into her? Could be it hopefully not maybe she should just confess?

I mean she’s tried everything comparing you and your beautiful looks to random objects hand holding just simply being nice and those lovey-dovey qoutes rarely……Does she have to go Thanos level for you to realise your flirting with her?

She’d never do that as that would make her lose all respect for herself

Anyways here she is hanging out with you away from her annoying team just talking to you

“Soo-“

“Huh?” *She suddenly turned her head to you she was daydreaming….about you*

“Nothing you seemed tense that’s all. You’ve been spacing out a lot today does this mean we’re getting closer?” *You smiled sweetly Se-Mi honestly couldn’t tell if you were flirting or not*

“I suppose so” *She smiles* “Just thinking about important stuff that’s all”

You quirked an eyebrow smiling “A strategy for the games? It better be that cause honestly we barely survived this game someone smart and pretty like you definitely knows what to do…”

Se-Mi smiled a bit maybe she wasn’t being dense but to her you definitely had feelings for her which is a relief but she has to be sure “Yeah sorry not that when i do i promise I’ll tell you first you’re probably my favourite person here”

You smiled “Aw don’t be cheesy….you’re definitely my favourite person too”

It cues to you all with your team you formed! All alliance Se-Mi can barely tolerate but atleast you and Min-Su were on it

You left to go to the bathroom so then Thanos turned to Se-Mi “So when are you gonna tell them?”

Se-Mi quirked an eyebrow frowning “Tell them what?” Thanos leaned back “Senorita it’s so obvious you’re into her….you think we’re all as dense as her or something?”

“Don’t call them that”

“Ooh! She so does like her!” *His annoying friend Nam-Gyu giggled like a preschooler*

Se-Mi sighed “And what if i do? It’s not like it’s any of your business”

Thanos smirked a bit “Well i for one don’t care about whatever you do with your relationships but the flirty mushy stuff is killing my vibe…..besides what if you or her died?”

She rolled her eyes “Hypocrite” she thought to herself

He was right about one thing though if you did die she’d be pretty upset in general but especially not confessing…..what if you don’t feel the same way? Honestly she doesn’t even care she’ll confess….after the next game she promised that

Cues to mingle it was the second round Se-Mi has been holding your hand the whole time you swear it’s stuck to her

“Uh Se-Mi-“

“Quick!”

The number was five Thanos kicked out Gyeong-Su and she dragged you and Min-Su barely

You breathed heavily while barely making it into the room you stared at Se-Mi she sighed “Well atleast we were stuck together the whole time…..like mates or something”

You sighed smiling “Yeah mates…..good friends”

Se-Mis grinded her teeth

You ended up losing Se-Mi during one of the later rounds as Thanos kicked her out and eventually you and you’ve been barely trying to survive

Eventually it was one of the last rounds before you could even process who grabbed you and dragged you into the room it was locked

You signed in relief that Se-Mi was alive “Se-Mi..”

She smiled back in relief that you were still alive thankfully it was the last round “Atleast we’re alone in this together…..”

It was true we’d be in room for about 30 seconds till the hoodies took the bodies

You thooght for a second “Yeah….I’m glad it’s you though and not some creep….”

Se-Mi didn’t even care that you didn’t get gesture since atleast you both were alive

The two of you walked out in time cue Se-Mi avoided Thanos and dragged you away incase they tried to bother you

You and Se-Mi were then eating your food here she was pondering in thought again

You frowned she’s been thinking a lot lately is something bothering her? Is it someone at home? You were gonna finally ask that

“Hey Se-Mi…..are you okay?”

She snapped her head towards you “I’ve just been thinking about……something really important”

You smiled sweetly “Well you don’t have to tell me I’m just worried that’s all”

Se-Mis heart warmed over it “Well…..It’s you”

You laughed a bit “Me? Seriously do you have a crush on me or something”

Se-Mi could barely process what you just said is she supposed to laugh say she loves you in tears? It came off as “Well….Yeah i do like you”

“Oh why didn’t you make it obvious?” You quirked an eyebrow “I like you too”

[httpsryu]

b.f.s (best friend's sister) pt. 1

pairing: mo jihye x fem!reader

summary: it was always a thing, noticing your best friend's older sister. ever since you were a young girl.

category: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au

genre: fluff, slight angst (?)

warnings: JEALOUSY

a/n: thanks for the anon who requested this! i had so much fun writing this :)

'it's only a year in the name of love'; you tell yourself as you cannot help but to look at your best friend's older sister, jihye who walks past you two and into the kitchen to grab a quick snack.

sure, you know jihye would never return your feelings back (hell, she doesn't even know about them) but it never hurts to dream a little bit over the beyond, right?

"earth to y/n~" your best friend, mo maya hits your head with her pen to grab your attention.

HUH??

"was i zoning out again?" you ask with a grin, already knowing you were in fact daydreaming about mo jihye.

maya nods with her signature upside down smile. "if you keep zoning out, we'll never get done with this science homework."

why is sophomore year so hard? especially, with the dreadful chemistry homework the teacher is constantly assigning.

"you two alright over there?" jihye comes out from the kitchen, her hand holding a bowl full of strawberries. "do you need help?"

maya groans, shaking her head as she grips on the pen. "i want to try to do this myself."

"suit yourself." jihye shrugs, turning to you. "y/n, do you need any help?"

locking eyes with THE mo jihye has got to be one of the best dreams come true, yet alone, this moment of her talking to you is also another dream come true. you cannot help but to nod at the older, scooting over to make room for the other to sit besides you.

jihye lets out a small smile, placing her bowl on the table next to your books before sitting down on the floor.

"hmm, let's see." she leans just a bit closer to you, however, you could smell the florals and a slight sandalwood scent exhibiting from her. "ahh, i remember how to do this."

jihye opens her hand out, waiting for you to drop your pen in.

"huh?" you let out, about to put your own hand in.

the other girl can't help but to laugh at your cuteness. "silly, i meant your pen."

'fuck my life' you curse to yourself mentally, handing the pen to her while feeling heat rush upon your face.

jihye smiles at you, giggling a little bit at how adorable you looked.

'cute.' she can't help but to think to herself, looking at you with adoration. (like a little sister, of course)

maya groans again, constantly erasing the blank line which at this point, is no longer existing. "i need a small snack break, do you want anything, y/n?"

you look up at your best friend, shaking your head at her. "thank you though."

"anytime darling." maya sticks her tongue out, running off into their kitchen.

jihye scoots her bowl of strawberries to you. "your favorite strawberries! here, have some."

"oh. i'm okay, thank you unnie." you smile at the girl besides you.

the older nods, trying to ignore the slight sadness of you rejecting her strawberries by looking back down at the question. "okay, for this one, all you have to do is balance the redox reaction by..."

you blank out, zoning out as you look at the older girl's delicate yet strong features. from her dark yet stunning eyes, her precious moles, her delicate but very standing cheekbones and how her lips always had the pretty shine to them.

it's no fair for the entire universe because mo jihye simply exists.

"do you understand it now?"

HUH? OH-

you take a few seconds to process the fact that you just zoned out again. daydreaming about jihye in front of her! how embarrassing is that?

"ohh, i see!" you lie, hoping she would not question you about it further.

putting the pen down, jihye proudly grins. "great! if you need extra help on anything else, let me know. you already know where my room is so just knock and i'll be here."

"thanks unnie." you shyly say, looking down at your homework.

jihye can't pinpoint how you feel about her. do you not like her? she's always have tried becoming closer to you, ever since she met you while she was 8 and you were 7. now, you guys are 18 and 17.

surely, she would think that you two would've been closer by now, however, you seem to be a bit distance and precautious around her.

"oh. of-of course." jihye manages to say without sounding a bit too upset. "i'll see you around, y/n."

you watch as the love of your life descended up the stairs, letting out a dreamy sigh afterwards. "jihye unnie is so pretty."

however, each moment cannot go unwasted without another one of maya's groan.

"why is there never any ice cream left?" maya exclaims, shutting the freezer with a slam before coming out the kitchen with oreos and pretzels.

you wait, in the usual place where you'll see jihye past by ONCE daily throughout the whole school.

"can we just go now?" kyujin whines, begging to leave for lunch already.

you turn to her with a glare, prompting her to sigh and sit down on the stairs.

"let y/n get her daily one glimpse of jihye." eunchae defends you, scanning the halls for any sign of maya.

maya doesn't know, she never noticed at all. even when you two were children. and she never will know. liking mo jihye is a secret from maya because you know maya won't tolerate it.

but then again; love makes you crazy, right?

at least that's what eunchae argues.

"in 5,4,3,2,1..i see her!" you exclaim, watching from the end of the hallway of jihye walking out with some friends.

kyujin and eunchae looks at how smitten you are, giggling at the way your eyes fall in love with jihye.

"she looks amazing." you barely manage to let out, noticing the way her hair is tied up into a high ponytail, the uniform she wore today compliments her complexion, and the light gloss on her lips always sealed the day for you.

eunchae reaches to tap on your shoulder, exclaiming. "maya's coming over here."

you really don't want to keep this a secret from maya, but having a liking towards her older sister is something you know maya will never let go of.

"act normal, act normal." kyujin clears her throat, taking out her portable mirror to fix her bangs.

your best friend spots you from across the hall, waving at you as her eyes lit up with love.

"you guys know you don't have to wait for me every day, right?"

you shrug, grabbing her arm to hook with yours. "why wouldn't we?"

okay; maybe you were here to see jihye but waiting for maya is also a plus. killing two birds with one stone, right?

"okay, i am starving!" kyujin whines even more, stomping her feet.

jihye comes back from school, expecting to see both you and maya sprawled out in the living room as usual. however, upon opening the door, jihye is met with just her sister.

"oh? no y/n?" jihye asks, taking off her shoes.

the younger sister makes a weird incoherent noise (no surprise there). "a girl asked her out today."

stopping in her tracks of untying her laces, jihye looks up. "a girl?"

maya raises one of her brows up, brushing off the weird reaction from her sister. "yeahh..? she's new, i'm sure it's for help around the library since she works there with y/n now."

"oh. cool."

"yep! anyways, wanna hang out and go for some ice cream?" the younger turns off the t.v, hoping her sister would want to spend time with her today.

jihye contemplates, for a second, she wanted to say no and lock herself in her room to figure out who this new girl is but she ultimately nods. "just let me change out of the uniform and we can head out."

"awesome!" maya smiles excitedly, jumping off from where she was sitting earlier and rushing over to put her shoes on. "we can go to the new shop y/n keeps raving about."

y/n.

jihye does not understand why but her heart has a weird ting at the sound of your name. she wishes you were here to go out and enjoy ice cream with them. she wants you to acknowledge her, to get rid of that awkward weird air around you two.

but, she can't figure out how.

"you're paying, right sis?" the small glint in maya's eyes leads jihye to exclaim a loud laugh.

jihye pats the younger's head. "yes, my treat."

"awesome, i did NOT have any money to my name."

"why did miss. lee gave us so many boxes to sort through?" you grumble to haerin, stretching out your arms after sitting down for a long period of time. "she normally gives us two boxes MAX."

haerin makes a noise in agreement, however her eyes are focusing on you and only you. she loves when you wear that pink bow in your hair, it looks really pretty on you.

"how are you adjusting to school?" you curiously ask, getting up from the chair as you start to tidy up the back room of the library.

the raven-haired girl sighs, folding the boxes flat so it would be easy to recycle. "it's nice, it's just hard making friends."

"that's because you're a shy, quiet, pretty girl." you respond, returning to the middle table to pick up the new books to stack at the back. "i had to introduce myself to you first."

haerin feels her heartbeat racing again, very loudly too. "you think i'm pretty?"

"uh huh! you're cute too! maybe that's why people are intimated to come up to you, i get it though." you giggle, looking back at your friend. "you know, my friends have been telling me about how they've been wanting to become closer to you."

"i don't know about that..y/n.." haerin comes over to you, handing you another stack of new books. "it's just crowded, you know?"

haerin is a really introverted girl, you understand her.

"the vibes is getting depressing in here, haha." haerin giggles, looking at the time on her phone. "we finished pretty early, do you wanna go grab some ice cream? my treat."

at the sound of ice cream, you could've sworn you heard birds chirping a beautiful tune. "um yes!! there's this new shop that my brother and i go to often!"

"well, looks like we're going there." haerin smiles softly at the way you look excited, she can't help but to continue staring.

you laugh, scanning the room as fast as you could before grabbing your backpack. "everything looks good here! front desk looks good too."

"guess the ice cream is calling us." the raven-haired female slings her backpack around, waiting for you to link your arm with hers. "let's go."

jihye blinks. once. twice. and once more.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH A GIRL?

"oo, looks like haerin is finally making her moves." maya giggles behind her hand, looking afar from the entrance of the ice cream shop. "aww, wait, they're kinda cute."

haerin. cute? moves?

jihye doesn't like the sound of this at all.

how old is this haerin girl anyways? is she senior or some college freshie? why is she even allowed to make moves on you?

why has maya not said anything about this haerin girl to her until now? you're like a younger sister to jihye too!

"so..this haerin girl in your grade or something?" jihye asks, pulling out her wallet as she scans the ice cream options.

cookies and cream. you love cookies and cream.

"yeah, she's really quiet." maya replies, her eyes onto both haerin and you. "but, y/n tells us that haerin actually talks and laughs a lot."

you do have that effect on people. jihye just wishes you were more like that with her. is it because she's maya's OLDER sister? jihye doesn't think the one-year age difference isn't the cause of it but could it?

"can i have on scoop of cookies and cream and one scoop of dark chocolate?" jihye gets her card out of her wallet, trying to not think too much of you.

maya giggles, seeing the way haerin's eyes are melting with adoration for you. "look at her! she's basically in love!"

"woah! you guys are too young for love." jihye says with a slight weirdness in her tone, handing the card to the cashier. "besides, you should be focusing on trying to pass chemistry."

maya groans in response. "UGHH, you're only a year older than us."

"besides, i don't think y/n's the type to like someone at the moment." jihye is telling herself a lie, she doesn't even know if you are or aren't interested in all that romance stuff so why does she get to say that about you?

the younger nods, agreeing with her sister. "true. but, haerin can change that hehe."

"oh please." jihye rolls her eyes, handing the scoop of dark chocolate to maya before returning to the worker. "thank you!"

maya scans where to sit, contemplating on scoping in on the date or giving you two privacy since she knows how haerin is as a person.

"let's leave those two alone." maya is about to walk off into a different direction before jihye grabs her wrist.

"wait, let's sit kind of far from them but enough to check out what's going on over there." the brunette haired squints her eyes at how haerin is offering a spoonful of her ice cream to you.

maya raises one of her brows up, AGAIN! why is her sister acting so weird right now?

"i think we should just sit somewhere us..." maya trails off, not wanting to make her sister upset.

the older one ignores the younger, already making her way to a seat that's close enough yet far to spy on both you and haerin. (jihye is just being an overprotective older sister, right? RIGHT?)

upon sitting down, jihye watches as you accepted the spoonful of ice cream from haerin.

"NO!" jihye screams, afraid of you perhaps getting sick from the shared germs.

maya sighs, facepalming herself as she tries to hide her face from you.

you hear a specific voice; well known voice to you, perhaps, your favorite voice. "unnie?"

ehehehe; not me stopping on a cliffhanger :P

next part

march 23rd, 2024; publishing date

[littleplantfreak]

Run my hands through - Umemiya Hajime

Made a post about how much i loved Ume with his hair down yesterday and ended up writing something entirely self indulgent //gestures at this official art too

-SFW (but almost wasn't I almost got super carried away but deleted it cause I leave smut to the professionals) so uhhh marking/hickeys, hair pulling, makin' out with Umemiya and slightly possessive behavior on readers part but in a silly way if that makes sense just in case anyone has problems with that stuff.

You're looking at him more than usual. Umemiya can feel your eyes boring into the back of his head while he's re-potting plants on the roof. He asked you about it before but all you do is hum and say you think you're staring a normal amount. Of course he doesn't mind, but it feels like he's under a microscope. When he asked Kotoha if she knew why you were acting weird, she shrugged and said you'd were looking at some old pictures at the children's home so maybe you'd just been noting how different he looked in his childhood pictures. She ended it with a look and tone that conveyed you'd already asked her to keep something secret.

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It's his hair again. The hair that's always gelled back in a slight wave keeping it out of his face completely. It's not hard to break it free from the glassy prison he molds it into though. There have been plenty of times strands fell forward from sweating, working or fighting, but you've never seen it fully down in person. That's why, when you saw a semi-recent picture of him with his siblings, long hair falling in his face, trimmed neatly with ends blunt, you started to feel a certain way about it. You innocently asked Kotoha if she had any more pictures of Ume like that.

"Like what?"

"Like with his hair down."

"Oho you have a thing for his hair now?" She teases and although you know she won't tell him if you ask her not to, you're still embarrassed at being found out so easily.

"He's my boyfriend! I have a thing for nearly everything about him."

"But anyone can tell you're kinda obsessed with it with how much you fix and touch it throughout the day. Just ask him to wear it down for you."

It's not that you hadn't thought about it, but the more you thought, the more you started getting frustrated. Why didn't he wear it down more often? It seems like he did in old pictures. If he hated it now you didn't wanna force him to change it

Your self control was pretty good, but once you'd started really looking it was impossible to stop. His most recent fight with Shishitoren had haphazard strands in his face dislodged by sweat and aggressive movement. Of course you were concerned with the wounds spanning across his face and body, but another part of you wanted to eat him alive with how good he looked. You're not quite sure you'd be able to stop yourself from jumping him if you saw him with his hair fully down. Sitting in a chair on the roof, you watch him and think about the feeling of running your fingers through his white locks unhindered by that damn tough gel he puts in.

"Pumpkin can you hand me the small pruning sheers to your left?" he calls over without looking over at you.

"Mhmmm," you barely reply still stuck in a daze.

Pruning sheers...

Right!

You snap out of the daydreams that'd been haunting you to stand and grab them. Just as you're about to hand them over, Umemiya grasps the wrist with the sheers and pulls gently but firmly to drag you down on the ground with him. He sets the sheers down before taking both your hands in his.

"Something on my face? You've been starin' an awful lot."

"Ahh dirt, if I had to guess," a halfhearted excuse while your brain continued to process things slower than usual.

"Sweetheart baby love of mine," he is all dramatics now stringing pet names together in a silly amalgamation. Once he starts making direct eye contact it's hard to look anywhere else, "you have got to tell me whats going on in that beautiful head of yours. I love the attention but if something's bothering you-"

"It's your hair!" You spit out in a panic, drawing your hands away to cover your face in embarrassment. You can tell he's a little worried and it makes you feel even worse for making a big deal about it.

"My hair bothers you?" He's confused. Of course he is. It isn't something you've brought up in the past after all. He thought you liked his hair since you were always fixing it for him and you do. Your voice is muffled by your hands but he can still understand to a point.

"It looks great and I love it, but I reaaallly wanna see it down," you can hear yourself whining the words instead of saying them normally. "You always have it up when you're at school," taking a deep breath as your hands come off your face to speak more clearly. "I was looking at pictures with Kotoha and they're pretty much all of you with your hair down." Taking a second you twirl one of his loose strands around your finger in lieu of staring again, sincerely embarrassed you let it get to you this bad. He finally puts the pieces together from his conversation with Kotoha earlier.

"Our date night's tomorrow right? I'll wear it down then," he says, letting you mess with his hair. He can see a jolt go through you at his words and you lock eyes with him immediately.

"Really? Really really?" You're just about vibrating in place, grabbing his face with both hands and squishing his cheeks.

"Rweawy rweawy rweawy!" His breath is coming out of his nose in amused puffs due to the quick shift in enthusiasm and your hold on his face.

"I'VE GOTTA GO PICK MY OUTFIT OUT OH MY GOD ILOVEYOUBYE!" A small peck on the nose and you're gone like the wind throwing open the door and running past Sugishita who was on his way up the stairs. The long haired boy looks back at Umemiya with wide, questioning eyes before letting the moment pass, his head dips in the usual greeting before he walks over to do the daily gardening tasks.

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“I changed my mind we can’t go out tonight.”

“Babe you’re all dressed up and you were so excited to check out that new restaurant near the park,” Hajime sighs exasperated. You’re in the foyer of his home, hands on both sides of the door frame blocking his escape.

“Not looking like that you aren’t! Do you want every girl in a 20 mile radius to fall for you? The men too? I’ll have to fight every single one of them and of course I’d win but imagine the casualties! The collateral damage!” you cry hanging your head in fake hysterics. Both Kotoha and their other siblings have been watching this two-part comedy special for about 10 minutes now, two minutes of which you just STARED at him. Then you began circling like a hawk looking at him from any and all angles as if to commit it to memory. Then you started laying on the compliments and pick up lines but he could tell you meant every one of them. “Who is this absolute knock out in front of me? Is my boyfriend a model now? Did it hurt when you fell because I’m staring at an angel.”

Which brought you both to the current scene and while you were (for the most part) joking, you also…weren’t. You could and probably are just extremely biased but GOD you think no one could pull off that hair quite so well. Usually it takes a lot to make Umemiya blush, but his face is currently stained red by how brazen you are at the moment. He’s smiling and trying to take it in stride but even Kotoha can tell he’s affected by your display and she's relishing it.

“No more arguing,” he picks you up by the waist and hoists you to him in a hug that leaves your face in his chest and feet off the floor. “We’re heading out now.” He sends a farewell back to your amused audience and the kids yell back a cacophony of teases and calls for their onee-san and onii-san to come back soon. You start muffling unrecognizable words into his shirt before he puts you down as he gets further down the street.

“It would’ve been one of the best ways to die if i’d stayed there a little longer,” you breathe and stumble back a bit.

“You are shameless today,” he laughs and goes to hold your hand. Anyone watching you both can tell you're grossly in love by the dreamy look on your face as you watch him while you walk down the street. You realize now that this is the first time in about two weeks you have him to yourself, which may be why you've been clingier than normal. Every time either of you tried to schedule date night with the other, someone or something came up and made you push date night back.

Going two weeks without any prolonged physical contact (save for hello and goodbye hugs or kisses) with your boyfriend has made you starved for him in every way your brain can fathom, which is why it isn't surprising that you end up dragging him through the park to an alcove you know isn't traveled to often. It also isn't surprising when you sit him down on the bench bracing a knee next to him, and pinning him loosely in place. He doesn't say a word, but tilts his head up slightly angled in favor of you closing the distance, daring you with those stormy grey eyes.

Your hands find their way easily to the soft ivory of his hair, delving deeper to twist and pull him in. Caught between a sigh and a moan, Umemiya Hajime is melting into you, lines blurring and nerves on fire. His hands fumble to grab the thigh closest to him as he moves you to straddle him. You haven't let up on your assault on his senses, fingers loosening their hold to rub small circles into his scalp.

Is this how you feel when he goes all out after stress starts to take it's toll on him? Now that he thinks about it he's always been the one to initiate this kind of thing, but god he would've asked you to take the lead sooner if he knew it felt this good. Heartbeat thrumming through his hands, he runs them in a soothing pattern from the top of your hip to you knee giving your legs the occasional extra squeeze.

A wave of calm shifts the clouds filling your head out as you have an idea. Parting from him briefly you start kissing and mouthing your way down to the collar of his shirt. He squeezes your thighs harder as your breath ghosts his neck and you give it a few experimental nips before cooling the spot with your tongue. He's trying to stifle a high pitched noise in the back his throat but once you hear it you latch on biting and sucking a single bright red mark. A soft breath over your work before you sit back to admire it. The mark peeks out just enough for you to see it right now but low enough that when he's wearing his furin jacket, he'll be able to hide it.

"That was-," you start, still breathless.

"Wow," he voice cracks at the same time. His eyes are a little wild but his hair is even wilder, sticking up in some directions and falling flat in others. Giving a small tap on his arm he releases the deathgrip he had on you before his eyes stick right to where he had been holding. Blue bruises are scattered over both legs where his fingers were, but they're just barely hidden once you fix your dress.

"Guess we're uh...even?" you're suddenly bashful at what was probably the same type of stare you've been giving him for a week straight now. Umemiya runs his own hands through his hair trying to catch his breath and make himself a little more presentable too.

"No way are we close to being even you little monster. After dinner I'm getting you back," and you can tell he's not bluffing.

"I'm shaking in my shoes Haji," you shot back feeling a bit more like yourself as you go to grab his hand. He moves towards you but you end up spun around and he picks you up for the second time that night, this time settled on carrying you bridal style.

"Put me down," you squeak in warning, the skirt of your dress no longer hiding the fresh bruises.

"This is part of your punishment sweetheart. Also, no one's coming after me if I carry you around like a princess right?" It was hard to argue with that logic and to be fair, despite your earlier boldness your legs ended up weak. He had probably seen the shaky steps you took towards him a second ago.

Both of you got to the restaurant in time despite the detour and the next day you were sporting a hoodie to hide the payback you took happily after.

[theforestwisperings]

Colentine headcanons for the soul 🌾

Hi uhm I didn't have anything to say like a justification

I just want to write something of the sillies being affectionate with each other

Disclaimer: this are headcanons!

This is NOT CANON and doesn't have the intention of spread misinformation. If you want to know more about yaelokre's world, check their social medias!

Also, don't took this too seriously, my dear.

Cole is the sensitive one. They really Preserve any little detail that clémentine gives to them. Flowers? They dry it just to having that in their notebooks. Letters? Have a special place to Guard that. Sometimes, when they feel overwhelmed, they Read and see all the little details

Cole Love language? Affirmation words. They truly fell loved when clémmie says that they're the "most brilliant mind" that they know, or when they say that they did everything so well

They also love to make acts of service ( in general, with any lark) but one of the most cute habits that clémmie and them is brushing each other hair. Surprisingly, cole have a soft hand to Untangle clémmie hair (a/n:the curse of the curls LMAO) . Clémmie loves to braid their hair. Sometimes they put flowers onto cole's hair, and say some little words like “you are perfect”, “you're everything that i love”(im going to write something like this I promise)

Clémmie gives cole a little hand made hare plush because "it reminds me of you!" (That was with all the intention posible)

Cole try to make a goat plush to clémentine. They failed miserably in the process but clémmie have it anyway

Cole learns origami and gives clémmie an origami goat that they preserve. If someone touches the little goat, clémm goes mad

The first lark that notice the cole and clémm feelings was Kingsley. Being so close to clémm, they heard every single thinking of clémentine (tbh they don't have any option) and sometimes they are around cole when they daydream constantly about clémmie

Talking about being honest with emotions, both have difficults to admit that they are really falling in love.

Talking about daydreaming. Before being honest with their emotions, cole was always in their world, that world when they was bravery enough to express themselves.

Cole Loves cuddles. But they never say that openly (is too shy) clemm, in the other case, loves give everyone cuddles (but the special ones are always for cole)

Cole fall in love first, clémm do it harder.

Cole Gets flustered easily. Even their own thinkings are capable of making them so shy. Clémmie is more Affective, that's true, but they have some cute details with cole

Cheek kisses, forehead kisses. Cute kisses all around. When they have an stage presentation. They front foreheads as a little “good luck kiss”

Sleep together. Cole really enjoys the heartbeat of Clem and hugs them so much. Clémentine loves giving them kisses in their hair.

Talking about sleeping together, the body temperature of Cole is so low, instead clemm have a warm body

Cole smells like vanilla. And clémentine loves that. Clémentine smells like lavender. That calms a lot to cole (and ofc they love that)

Portraits of each other>>>>

Clémentine loves to send cole Scented letters

AAAAAAH I'm promise that I'm going to share some Perrine and Kingsley fraternal headcanons. Im writing this in my lunch time with mum. UHHH I love this two. My health get better! Not dizziness anymore!!!1!

Autor notes:

HELLO LONG POST🐈

I know that there's some headcanons that are too long, my apologies

Today I'm going to cut my hair. I'm going to make a little change

Live laugh love colentine 🐐🐇

—affectionate headbumps, Calli 🐐✨

[farfromstrange]

New Year's Day | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You recount your history with Matt and the highs and the lows of your relationship.

Warnings: Fluff, descriptive writing & lack of dialogue, mentions of blood, but this is mostly very tame

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: This One-Shot is dedicated to my bestie, @blackshadowswriter. I'm a bit late, and I'm sorry for that. It took me a bit to finish. I just want to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. I also know you love Taylor, so I thought "why not write a fic and use as many song references as possible? She's going to LOVE that!" You're my favorite person in the world and you deserve this. I love you. I'm all out of words because I'm anxious as hell about showing you this. It took me two days to finish. I wanted it to be as good as I could make it. I'm still not 100% sure, but I never am when it comes to giving gifts. I hope you like it <3 (This is also why I'm not tagging anyone else because this is a gift for my best friend and I intended it as such)

From the moment you bumped into him on the corner street of your favorite café, you knew that he was the kind of chance that would only come around once in a lifetime.

It wasn’t like you, at least not back then, to buy a stranger a coffee. And it was even less like you to give him your number afterward.

You had never been big on dating at that point in your life. You used to take things exactly the way they came to you, and dating never really seemed to fit into that narrative.

You preferred to lose yourself in your own world, a world where no one could touch or hurt you the way you’ve been hurt so many times in the past by people who claimed to care about you—people who claimed to love you, and in the process, you lost sight of the fact that there are still a handful of good people out there.

No one can blame you for thinking like that though. Your heart has been broken one too many times, and not just by broken relationships. 

Deep down, you craved to find someone capable of understanding all of you, not just the pretty parts. You almost felt pathetic for pretending you didn’t need it and still thinking that way.

But deep down, you craved to find someone who wouldn’t be afraid of sticking around, someone who would never leave you because life tends to get hard.

It seemed nearly impossible to find a person like that without breaking your own heart, so you decided to retreat into your shell. Better to keep your heart safe and protected than put yourself out there and be broken all over again, right?

Those stupid love songs on the radio and the endless romantic stories of your friends’ dating lives, however, fueled your need for the same kind of connection only a few songwriters know how to put into words.

You wanted to fall in love, find the right person, and heal. You wanted to figure out why love wasn’t like the burning red of sex and passion but golden, like daylight. A love living for. A love fighting for.

You felt so stupid, secretly pining for an innocent childhood dream that eventually got crushed after years of heartbreak, but that is what happens when someone becomes chronically lonely. You turned to daydreaming because at least in your head, your life could be perfect. Not just good, not just livable, but filled with love and happiness.

Truth be told, when you’re your own worst enemy and have an inner saboteur set out to destroy everything that could be remotely good for you because you truly believe you don’t deserve it, it’s hard to allow yourself to be open. So perhaps that is why you chose to lock yourself away and live in delusion instead. Not facing reality became standard procedure in your way of life.

You tried blaming it on your past, your broken relationships, and disappointments, and while that played a big part in your trauma, you also slowly started to realize that you might have been hurting yourself so you wouldn’t have to open up ever again.

In an attempt to erase all the problems, you became the problem. You became your worst enemy, someone chasing ghosts that stayed long in the past and only came back to haunt the living shit out of you. But that’s a survivable condition. 

You tried therapy, you tried turning your life around and starting anew, and while that helped you find a job you love, find a nice group of friends, and make peace with what’s been broken, nothing else seemed to change. 

You had barely started putting yourself back together again when you bumped into him. You were late for a meeting, so your focus was on your phone instead of the street before you.

It was your fault. He was just trying to make his way over the sidewalk, his cane tapping in a steady rhythm to make his way forward, and you stepped right in the middle of it. 

You remember him grabbing your arm, catching you before you could fall. He wasn’t even irritated. When you looked up in shame, seeing the red glasses and the came, you begged for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?”

But before you could go on a rant about your stupidity, he cut you off, and in the silkiest voice possible, he said, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Are you?” 

“What?”

“Are you okay? You seem in a bit of a rush. Don’t want you to accidentally bump into a car next.” He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. Blood rushed to his cheeks. “That was a bad joke, sorry.”

You just about melted. “It’s okay,” you found yourself chuckling. “And so am I. I was too focused on my phone. That was my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself. It happens,” he said. He was so calm about it, unlike other New Yorkers you’ve met before.

Maybe the fact that you found him extraordinarily attractive and easy to be around compelled you to ask if you could buy him a cup of coffee to make up for bumping into him, completely abandoning your plans to make it to your work meeting five minutes late.

He introduced himself as Matthew. A lawyer. Not one of those rich defense attorneys who simply do it for the money. No, he does it to help people, and you fell for him right then and there. 

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was destiny, or maybe it was just dumb luck, but that day, when you got home after work, his number in your phone and a stupidly giddy smile on your flushed face, you knew that you’d somehow been enchanted to meet him. 

You never believed in love at first sight until you bumped into Matt Murdock, but the second you did, your life flipped upside down and changed in ways you could have never predicted. 

It is possible that the song playing over the speakers in the café right before you bumped him played a part in how you perceived the interaction. You’ve never been one to believe in coincidences. Nothing is ever accidental, and neither was your meeting. It couldn’t have been. 

You found each other when you needed someone, anyone, both of you, and it stuck. Thankfully, it did. 

Summer that year was cruel with New York drowning in an excruciating heatwave. You’d been meeting up with Matt for a couple of weeks, but you didn’t have it in you to put a label on whatever delicate thing was starting to build between the two of you. You didn’t want to wrap your hand around it and accidentally shatter something you could see growing into something more in the future. 

He was unlike anyone you’d met before, and he treated you in a way that made you believe, finally, that you are worthy of love. Not just giving but receiving because Matt himself struggled to see his worth after years of being disappointed and being there for everyone but himself. 

Love is a fragile thing though, and you have never been quite good with fragile things.

After a night of drinking away your sorrows at a nearby bar, you made your way to his apartment. You took a cab, too wasted to find your way there by yourself. You remember that you were crying; you were miserable and loathing yourself for several reasons that didn’t even make sense to you then.

When you arrived there, you knocked on his door. You didn’t get an answer. Just as you started to turn around and make your way back outside, you could hear a thud from the other side of the door. Panic settled in. You didn’t even hesitate before you opened the door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and made your way into the dark interior of his apartment. 

Finding your blind, catholic not-boyfriend in a pool of his own blood, wearing a leather-clad suit with the horns of the devil had not been on your to-do list until that night. Reality hit you just as fast and knocked sobriety back into your senses as the adrenaline started to take over. 

He let out a grunt. Your name passed his lips. He sounded so weak, so fragile, and you just stood there, your heart pumping too much blood for your body to handle. 

“What the fuck?!” you said. You didn’t yell, you didn’t snap, you simply didn’t know how to process this information. 

You were well aware of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen parading outside at night, beating up criminals and giving them a good fright—Matt did not fit the picture you had of the guy until you saw him lying there, obviously injured. 

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said hoarsely. He tried to roll over, but the pain turned out to be too severe. 

Needless to say, he passed out on you without a proper explanation, and you somehow had to use what little you could remember from first-aid to help this bleeding mess of a man. You feared that you would lose him that night, and that was when you realized that, on top of falling for him, you didn’t care who he was, you only needed him to live.

When he woke up to you hovering over him, he groaned. “I’m sorry,” was all he said. “I’d understand if–”

“Don’t talk,” you cut him off with a finger on his lips. You wouldn’t let him push you away. Not after everything you’d been through.

He tried to sit up. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“It’s not exactly something you lead with on a first date. I get it. What I don’t get…”

“I didn’t lie,” it was his turn to cut you off. You remember looking up at him, and you heard him out. You had to. In your mind, there is an explanation for everything, and you were once again proven right at that moment.

He bared his life story to you, how he survived through tragedies no human should ever have to face. How he turned blind, how his senses heightened, and how he lost the one person he could always count on. When his father died, something changed in Matt. He tried to go straight, to do his father proud, but he couldn’t ignore this desperate need for justice forever. He felt cursed. So, he became someone who could make a difference, and not just as a lawyer.

He expected you to walk out, but you didn’t. You saw him for who he was, and you accepted him.

“I think I’m falling for you, and it scares the hell out of me,” you blurted out that night.

He stared at you, his unfocused eyes bewildered, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to find an answer.

Just when you thought he would break your heart after putting your trust in him, he let out a shaky sigh and he kissed you.

He wasn’t ready to say it back just yet, but he spoke to you through actions that made you feel confident in what you were growing again.

You somehow already knew back then that Matt Murdock would be the man you one day would marry and spend the rest of your life with. 

The truth is, you two have been through a lot throughout your relationship. It hasn’t always been smooth sailing, but you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t worth it. 

From the moment you met him to the countless dates, sharing coffees over empty takeout containers, kissing in the rain, Daredevil, fighting over the beautiful women in his life that almost broke you, and fighting over his desperate need to push those away who only want what is good for him because he is own worst saboteur.

It all led you down a journey that turned out to be harder than expected and not at all the love story you envisioned, but it still turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to you. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you. 

You used to run away from happiness out of fear of getting hurt, and Matt did the same. He feared to admit it, but then he met you and he finally realized that running was of no use because you were more than ready to stick around through everything. Through every disaster and heartache—through every broken bone, you stuck around.

You saw something in him from the moment you met that no one can ever take away. You got a taste of heaven from the devil himself, and even though he was darker than the sunshine you wished for in your life, you managed to find a way to bring some light into his life. 

You are sunshine, even on your worst days, and he’s midnight rain. But you love the rain. You love him. 

Your first kiss happened in the rain. He took your hand and asked you to dance, and you did. You danced to the sound of the raindrops pattering against the asphalt beneath your feet, and it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—Matt engulfed in the soft moonlight, his hand in yours, and a big smile on his irresistible lips. 

You want more of those nights. Even the nights you’ve had to patch him up or hold him as he broke down from all the weight he often enough carries on his shoulders, you want more of those. You want all of them.

You want him and all the strings attached to him, no matter how painful because ever since he can remember, people have walked out on Matt and hurt him in ways you can only fathom. You don’t want to be that person. 

He opened up to you. He decided to be vulnerable. He stood with you through everything and fought for you when you thought you two wouldn’t last.

He gave you his best smile and his tears, and he laughed with you every night that you waited up for him to come home safely. He quickly became the moonlight to your sun—it is a different kind of light, but it is a light that sustains you nonetheless. 

You want all of his laughter and never miss it again. You want his smiles. You want his tears. You want to spend every waking second with him. You want to miss him and welcome him back home after an agonizingly long night of worrying. You want to cheer him up in court and be his lucky charm. You want to wear his initial on a chain around your neck, in Braille, because he got it for you on your birthday. 

“I know I don’t own you,” he said to you, “but I love you. And I know you. I want you to carry me close to your heart the same way I’ll always carry you close to mine.”

And his, you are. You’re no one else’s but his, and even if that sounds a bit territorial, you don’t care. You want all of it and more because it’s Matt you’re talking about, no one else. Not a stranger but the man you love so desperately it hurts sometimes.

All the girls he loved before don’t matter because he’s got you now. You forgave him more times than he probably deserved. You held on when he barely had any strength left. In return, he has shown the same kind of devotion to you time and time again. How can you ever say no to any of that when you are so in love? 

All those memories replay in sudden flashing sequences right in front of your inner eye. You love him more than anyone has ever loved him. You pulled him out of a very dark hole. You saved his life. And he saved yours. 

As he’s kneeling in front of you now, your hand in his and clutching the small, velvety box in his other, your life passes by before your eyes. Your life alone and your life together. You recount every memory in a millisecond, too shocked to even comprehend what is happening. But it is happening. 

Matt Murdock is kneeling on the floor before you, the glitter, confetti, and sticky champagne someone spilled earlier most likely leaving a stain on his good dress pants, but he remains unwavering in his decision to open that little box and show you what he’s been hiding for a while. 

It’s a diamond ring, something he probably took months to save up for. It’s small yet elegant, and it’s staring right at you. He’s taken his glasses off to try and do the same. You would marry him with paper rings, that much is true. 

Matt says your name oh-so-softly. “Will you marry me?” Four words that stop your heart and restart it at the same time. 

He sees right through you. You see right through him. Even in your worst times, you were there for each other, and now he’s asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Together. To give him all of your days and nights and he will give you all of his in return. He is asking you the question you’ve been wondering if he would ever ask it, and he did. 

The fireworks go off in the distance, in your stomach, everywhere. The new year has rounded the corner. People are cheering and celebrating around you, but you don’t pay attention to them. 

The clock strikes midnight and with the softest smile, you say, “Yes.” You don’t need to tell him that you would do it a million times over because he knows. He knows your heartbeat, and he knows that you would never lie to him. 

He doesn’t waste time to pull you into his arms and kiss you softly, passionately, as if both of your lives depend on it. 

It’s a bit cliché, to get proposed to on New Year’s Eve. To start the new year with the man you love and a ring on your finger. But that only means that you will still be together on New Year’s Day, and all the days after that. 

Matt chose you. You chose Matt. You chose a life together that is as unpredictable as they come, but at least you have each other to hold onto. 

And he will never be just the stranger that you bumped into in front of your favorite corner café ever again. You have him now. Maybe that was your plan all along. Maybe you are the mastermind he knows that you are. None of it was accidental. 

And now, Matt Murdock is yours. Forever and always. 

[luveline]

how do u deal with adult loneliness? i’m 22, i live at home but my family’s never been close to do stuff or hang out and work is just not an environment i can be close to people in and all my friends work or live together so i don’t ever get to spend time with them like they do each other so i always feel out of the loop. i come home and just hang out by myself and it’s been making me so sad recently. (i’m so sorry for venting in ur asks but u seem very wise.)

I am so sorry I wrote a massive answer to this and it just didn’t save but most of it wasn’t helpful anyways so let’s do round two of the better points

it’s totally okay to vent if you want, I can’t always answer but I try to when I can cos I know how it feels to really want to tell someone something and feel like you have no one to tell! I am also a very lonely adult, but I used to be even lonelier, and here are the things I do to cope with being lonely and to improve how often I feel lonely

I think we must first poke the relationship between poor self-esteem and loneliness, I hope you love yourself dearly but if you don’t it does tend to make you feel lonelier, so if that’s one of the reasons here is my case as to why you should like yourself more : you said you come home and hang out with yourself and that makes you sad but I actually loved how you phrased it, you’re hanging out with you. Not only are you unique and special and interesting, but you do have the ability to be your own company (though I won’t suggest it’s easy to just suddenly feel content by yourself OR that this will erase the need for connection with others). But I do think that anyone who knows you is experiencing a great privilege and that you should feel that way about yourself, you are amazing, you can do amazing things. my scenario was when you’re with Friend A, you’re not lonely because Friend A is amazing and good company. When Friend A goes home she feels lonely too, but why? Wasn’t she amazing to be around? I think if you can put some weight on the pleasure of being yourself even if that’s like. Even if it’s just that when you’re alone you don’t have to worry about being judged, and you give yourself leniency or something, does that make sense?

My next point is that to cope with loneliness I started writing about wish fulfilment stuff, fics where someone appreciated me, loved me, saw my struggles, and I read those so much. When I first started writing, a thousand words probably took me a week, and I would just constantly reread the things I wrote because they always made me feel less alone, even the process of writing now years later makes me feel less alone. If I couldn’t write I’m sure I’d constantly feel alone because I don’t have many friends either and I don’t see them much!! I feel so out of the loop with everything that I realised I actually can’t deal with social media and the feelings they give me and I deleted them all over again a few weeks ago (besides of course this and one other evil app). It’s actually my big recommendation to everyone ever to get off of social media if you can but I totally understand that it’s not easy and can make it worse rather than better. My point here before is that having a hobby and something to work on and to be with yourself instead of by yourself is a great way to deal.

Other ways I coped with loneliness were jigsaw puzzles (so many), rewatching the same TV shows, movies, reading A LOT, daydreaming, learning how to make friendship bracelets, nature documentaries (especially good to see how huge the world is)

If being alone is upsetting you and you can’t cope, please don’t be afraid to reach out for help. You’re very important, and the way you feel is important to. You don’t have to suffer through any bad feelings even loneliness which may feel incurable alone. In the UK there are lots of free resources (many terrible) but ones I would actually recommend are the Samaritan email service and the SHOUT crisis text line for stress anxiety and depression. Both are busy services which can make the loneliness more exasperating but they can help when you’re feeling awful. I’m really sorry you’re feeling lonely right now because it’s an awful feeling that genuinely goes to the bone, and I hope you feel less alone soon!! I’m sorry if this has assumed anything wrong about you but just based off of how I experienced my worst loneliness and what I did to feel better I hope my advice can help you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[aekatty]

melt my heart ₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

a/n: i have a hard time finding unique words to add into my writing, it honestly sucks. also, gonna try to get jjk stuff out if i can.

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!! series !!

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: aphrodisiac fruit, flicking da bean, female anatomy/pronouns, f!receiving, gray a freaky dom, reader subby but it’s ok, degradation..

tags ✮⋆˙  afab!reader x gray, enemies to lovers, smut, angst

now playing: wild thoughts - dj khaled, rihanna & bryson tiller

❅ chapter 2: wild thoughts ❅

You pondered by the window, watching as the trees and and fields blurred from the speed of the train. You could feel a pit in your stomach as you thought about the idea of going on a quest with the ice wizard. Usually, you teamed up with Natsu and Happy when doing jobs, but with the both of them out the guild at this moment, you had to take the low blow by temporarily teaming up with Gray Fullbuster. Nonetheless, it was only one job and after that, it’s back to becoming enemies again. Plus, you’re desperate for money.

You halted your daydreaming as you looked down at the job flyer, studying it's contents, especially the hefty reward. You calculated how you could split it into 50/50 with your fingers before you hear a slight chuckle. As you looked up, you noticed Gray smirking at you, his white jacket drapped over the velvet seats as his legs were shifted into a man-spread.

"Man, I just wanna get this job over with so I can go back to napping," he laid his head upon his hand as he stared upon the sceneic view of the passing greenery.

You sighed, "Trust me, I'm in the same boat. If we wanna finish this in time, we're gonna have to work together."

He chuckled at your response, "Say, [Name], why do you hate me so much? You've always had it out for me since we were kids."

You stayed silent at his question. Your hatred for Gray had multiple layers to it that it was simply too much to unveil to well...him. Every time you see his face, all you could think about is the moment you saw his master giving up her life to save the shirtless idiot. If you were in his shoes, you would've never dared to face the ruthless demon known as Deliora, and she would've been alive today. A hasty idiot who let his own master die, how could you not hate him?

"...You just left a bad impression on me, plus I hate your face," you go back to inspecting the flyer.

He hissed at your words, "So you're basically just mad at me for nothing?!"

"Look, can you save the hostility for the battlefield, or the very least, after we're done with the mission?" You rolled your eyes.

He growled at your response before going back to his original position, his body slumped onto the seat, "Whatever, witch..."

You both decided it was best to stay silent for the rest of the train ride...

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After an hour of constantly passing the same scenery, you both finally made it to the destination. You both stretched out your ligaments after sitting in a cramped section for a long period of time.

"Man, I forgot how excruciating train rides are," the ice mage yawned as he twisted his body. Your eyes lingered a little long at his lean body, abs toned and chisled as he turned and stretched his body, as expected for a man who's constantly fighting with raw strength, it would make sense why he's built like that. Before your eyes could land on his chest, you diverted your eyes.

You cleared your throat to excuse the slight red hue on your cheeks, "Gray, where are your clothes?"

He arche his brow in confusion before looking down to see that he's now in his boxers, "Dammit! This happens every time!"

You snickered, "Can you keep the stripping to a minimum, not tryna get arrested before completing the mission." Your attempts to hold your amusment failed as you bursted out into laughter, wiping your tears in the process.

He felt his cheeks burn at your reaction to his annoying habit, it was clear you were doing this on purpose to embarrass him, "Oh shut up, lava witch! If you had this habit, it wouldn't be funny would it?!"

"Ugh! The name is getting old y'know. At least have some diversity in your insults, popsicle brain," you flicked his nose.

He grumbled as he rubbed his nose, "Lava witch..."

After leaving the station, you followed the path of the map provided by the back of the flyer. It required taking a long wooden stair path to reach the village as it wrapped around the volcano. The more you progressed on the path, the more the air started to become warmer. Humid had turned into hot, not that it really affected you as you were used to high temperatures from your lava magic. However, the ice mage seemed to be the opposite as his movements became sluggish and his body became drenched in sweat; in fact, his sweat alone can fill a bathtub.

"Hurry up, we don't got all day!" You yelled in frustration, watching him barely drag his feet as he continued struggling to step on the wooden stairs.

"Dammit, [Name], are you sure this is the right direction?! My clothes feel like they're about to melt!" He retaliated back as he continued taking baby steps along the shabby stairs.

You rolled your eyes, "You’re not even wearing clothes to begin with, and can’t you just use your ice magic to cool yourself off?!"

He groaned, "I'm tryna save my magic energy, you heat freakazoid!”

“See, I would normally be annoyed at your weird nicknames for me but they’re so painfully bad and uncreative that it makes me feel better about myself!” You yell from the top.

He growled before looking up at you, “Can you quit the bickering and help me up?! I feel like I’m gonna pass out!” You swore you saw his soul leave out of his body as he went limp on the next step.

You facepalmed before walking down the stairs to retrieve your ice companion, “I think i’ve found another reason to be pissed off at you…” You wrap his arm around your neck before using all your might to carry a napping Gray.

“Thank God I took up those endurance training sessions with Erza…” You huffed as you continued to carry the heavy man on your shoulders.

————

You finally made it to the top of the stairs before dropping the ice wizard onto the ground, catching your breath in the process.

“Good, God! Are you really that intolerable to the heat?!” You panted as you pressed your palms on your kneecaps.

“I was trained for snowstorms not volcanic eruptions!” He slowly got up, his legs wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

You grunted, “Whatever, let’s just get this stupid job over with before I throw myself in lava.” You dust off the dirt on your shirt before walking towards the village.

The village had a reddish-orange aesthetic to it, the buildings made out of clay and stone, and the village folks wore different colored garments. Very maximalist. Magnolia was already a fashionable city in itself but seeing everyone dripped in jewelry and stylish garments puts those weekly sorcerer models to shame. You could say, it was a fresh breath of air seeing a whole other aesthetic than just your average crop tops and bootcut jeans.

“You don’t look like you’re from this area. Are you perhaps tourists? Ooo, maybe you’re here for a honeymoon,” an old woman approached the both of you; Judging by her clothing and appearance, she looks to be a local.

You quickly nod your head, “Uh- no, no. We’re not married!” You cleared your throat from the awkward moment the woman created between you and Gray. You felt your ears slightly blush from the embarrassment.

“Ahh, boyfriend and girlfriend.“

“Yea…no.”

“Talking stage?”

“No..”

“Your crush.”

“Nope.”

“Situationship?”

“Isn’t that just the talking stage?”

“Ahh, lemme guess. Exes to lovers,” she nods in assurance.

“That would mean I’d have to date this idiot, which is neverrr…” You crossed arms before blowing a piece of hair out of your face.

“I could never date her, just being near her pisses me off!” Like you, he crossed his arms, his biceps and abs still glistening from sweat.

The woman ogled Gray’s shirtless torso for a bit before shaking her head to snap out of her trance, “Anyways, why come here when you’re not here to ‘get it on’ like most tourists who come here.” She jokingly does an inappropriate gesture which obviously made the both of you uncomfortable.

Your lack of research and knowledge on this place was starting to become more prominent, you never knew the village was a known tourist spot for couples or newly weds. You were too caught up with getting the job done in a hasty manner, you didn’t bother to look the place up before leaving. Not really a good thing, but oh well...

Before you could blurt out a word, Gray interrupts you, “We saw your ‘help wanted’ poster about the volcano erupting.” He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his shirt in-hand.

“…Yeah, what he said.”

The old woman’s face lit up hearing Gray’s words about taking up the job, “Oh! You must be from Fairy Tail! Yes, yes, we’ve had growing concerns about recent volcanic activity and we could really use some help to y'know...keep the volcano in check."

"Well, that's why we're here to help," you smiled awkwardly before nudging Gray's arm.

"Oh- Uh yeah, right," he rubbed the back of his head, still supporting that grumpy nonchalant face he usually has.

She smiles back, "Oh, where are my manners, I'm the village healer! So nice to meet you! And you are...?"

"Um, I'm [Name] and this is my p-partner, Gray," you stuttered at the mention of calling Gray your partner. He was still wiping the sweat off his body and fanning himself before shooting a small wave at the lady.

"You good, bro?" Your voice hinting with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just hate hot temperatures," still wiping the sweat dripping down his face and torso.

"Ohhh looking fine indeed, Gray," she started drooling at the sight of his muscular body, the rays hitting his abs perfectly to capture the glistening sweat coating them.

"Uh...what-"

"NOTHING!" She shakes her head before clearing her throat, "Anyways, about the volcano..."

----

You both listen intently on the old woman's words as she went in-depth about the situation. It seems that there have been reports of magma spillage that had been the cause of a few buildings to get destroyed. Unfortunately, none of the villagers practice ice magic as most of them adapted to honing lava magi-

"Wait hold on, then why send me and Gray on a mission together when it seems like everyone is this village specializes in lava magic?"

"I mean to be honest, we only requested an ice wizard for the job."

You bit your nail as you went into deep thinking, "Then, why did Mira- OH." You felt your eye twitch before snatching the paper from Gray's hands.

"The hell was that for-"

"SHUSH!" You stuck your pointer finger at him while inspecting the flyer again.

As you scanned between the lines of the paper, you noticed a small change added to the requirements section.

"LOOKING FOR ICE WIZARD"

It seems like someone (you already knew it was Mira) scribbled a little edit onto the 'requirements section' -- "and a lava wizard!!"

You throw the paper on the ground before glaring at Gray. "WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!" You then pick up the paper before walking towards the village without saying a word.

"So about your relationship with her..."

"Please stop talking..." He facepalmed.

----

While walking around the village, your eye catches the marketplace. There were a variety of stalls for you to look at: from selling exotic jewelry to strangely-shaped fruits, it was like entering a new world to you. Very reminiscent to the first time you landed at Magnolia... You were practically ogling at the sight of all the glittery trinkets and clothing laid out on the tables, imagining yourself wearing such intricate outfits.

Though villagers made it very clear that you were an outsider as they ran up to you, constantly shoving their products in your face in hopes that you buy it. You politely declined all their offers as you wanted to budget the cost of the motel and-

"Oh sweet Jesus..." At the corner of your eye, you notice a beautifully crafted dress singularly laid out on the table, as if it was beckoning for your call. It had individual gems sewed onto it, dark-red fabric with black lace to give it an elegant yet fierce looks to it. You also eyed the jewelry and accessories that would pair well with the dress.

"HOW MUCH FOR EVERYTHING?!" Your booming voice startled the poor vendor...

---

"[Name]! Where are you?!" He called out for your name in hopes of finding you around the village square. It had been 20 minutes since you ran off, the ice mage had become frustrated with your sudden absence. He groaned under his breath, "Dammit, this girl is so difficult, it pisses me off. It doesn't help that the heat here is so unbearable!"

"Gray! I finally found you!" You run towards him.

He tiredly sighed, "Thank god, I was worried-"

His eyes widen at the amount of bags you were holding, it looked as if they were about to fall off the straps at any moment from the weight of the luxurious goods you acquired.

"How much did you spend on all that..." He questioned you with concern.

"Price is just a number, cunt stays forever," you sassily flipped your hair. You look down at your bags, staring at the shiny jewels peeking out the bags.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at you again, "Look, you wanna finish this mission in a timely manner, right? Then, let's get going already."

You stood there silently for a moment before speaking, "Ah fuck, you're right." You dust off the dirt on your legs before grabbing the shopping bags along with you, "Hope you don't mind, but I had to borrow a few jewels from you."

He stares at you in confusion before feeling around his pockets, "Since when did you take my wallet?!"

You deviously smiled to yourself while your back faced him, not even bothering to answer his question...

---

It had already been a long, tiring 7 hours of studying the lava’s behavior while creating strategies for Gray to cool down the hot magma. You did your best to assist Gray by meticulously bending the molten rock in hopes that it would calm down while Gray focused on cooling it down. It took trial and error to perfect the best strategy while having to beat both you and Gray’s depleting magic energy. The volcano was huge and it didn’t help that it was the two of you taking care of the problem.

As the night time hit, you saw the glowing orange start to dim as the lava reverted down to its original “sleeping form.” You felt a wave of relief as watched the molten rock solidified, wiping the sweat off your face from the strenuous job.

“We did it, oh my god! Finally!” You jumped up and down in excitement before hugging Gray. His eyes widened at your sudden reaction, the feeling of his racing heartbeat echoed in his ears as he felt your breath nearing his neck.

You opened your eyes, realizing what you had done before pushing yourself off him and slowly back away from. You awkwardly scratched the back of your ears before clearing the imaginary lump in your throat, “Sorry, that was out of habit. I usually hug Natsu and-”

After hearing your words, he snapped out of his trance before clearing his throat as well, “What? Oh yeah, I don’t care. I was mostly focusing on the hefty reward that will be getting soon.” He stretched his arms before yawning, hoping to cut the awkward tension.

“OH, yes! We should tell the village healer about finishing the job and then we can go straight home and then go back to being good ol’ enemies,” you awkwardly laughed before swiftly turning the other way to walk towards the village area.

“Aha..yea…” He followed behind you.

As you both walk down towards the village square, a hoard of villagers crowd around the both of you, thank you for preventing their village from becoming another Pompeii. They gratefully shook your hands while handing you small trinkets as a token of their appreciation for the effort you both put into the job.

The both of you smiled and greeted all of them before an old man with a fancy headpiece while carrying a walking cane approached the two of you. You bit the inside of your lips as you waited for the man to speak, “H-hello.”

He stood there silently before smiling, “Ah, I see you both prevented the eruption of the volcano. Well done I must say!”

Everyone started clapping while they whistled and yelled your names out in celebration. You shyly chuckled at his response, “Well, it would’ve been a shame if this beautiful village burnt down to molten rock.”

He grinned before correcting himself, “Where are my manners? I’m the chief of the village and I wanted to personally come down to thank the two of you for doing us a big favor by saving our village and conquering that volcano!”

“Aw come on, chief, we’re just doing our job,” he scratched the back of his head.

“No, no! In fact, we wanted to host a big feast for the two of you! Come, come!” He gestured to the both of you.

“Oh, but we gotta get home-”

He laughed, “My dear, it’s so late. I’ll let you stay overnight for free at one of our popular hotels here!”

You and Gray looked at eachother for a moment for sighing, “Well, I guess we can’t say no to that…” You awkwardly laughed as you fidgeted with your hair.

“Oh, wonderful! Our chefs have made the best dishes to treat our lovely heroes!” He excitedly grinned at you both for skipping towards the buffet table.

You sighed in defeat, you were tired, sore, and ready to plop onto bed but nonetheless, it didn’t hurt to accept their gratitude. The people were genuinely kind to the both of you, so it didn’t hurt for you to stay for a bit out of politeness.

Gray chuckled, “Man, after all that work we did the whole day, it wouldn’t hurt to feast a bit.” He patted your back before passing by you to sit down at the dinner table.

You stood there hesitant for a moment before shrugging it off before following behind him. You pulled a chair next to Gray, his focus shifting towards your sudden presence as you stared upon the giant platters of food laid out for everyone.

“Ahh, I’m so glad for the both of you to join us! Eat all you want, this is your celebration after all!” The chief laughed before munching on a turkey leg.

You smiled at his gesture before grabbing a few pieces of from the giant platters laid out on the table.

In the corner of your eye, you noticed the village girls attempting to get “friendly” with Gray. Pressing their chests along his arm, complimenting his physique, even tracing the outline of his abs through his compression shirt. It was very clear that Gray was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable with the attention that he was getting to the point your can tell he was trying to cover the blush on his face while dismissing all their advances.

“Y’know, whatcha did for us back there was so brave of you.” A flirtatious tone in her voice, hugging onto his arm with her cleavage.

He turned his head to avoid the sight of her large breasts pressed onto him, “O-Oh, yeah it was no problem! Y’know, I couldn’t have done it without-”

“Wow! Your muscles are like…so huge. You must really take care of your body,” another girl was squeezing his other bicep while biting her lip.

He laughed awkwardly, “I do a lot of missions like these so it’s like i’m constantly exercising.” He slowly picked at the food on his plate despite the girl still stroking his arm.

“Hey, sexy, how about we ditch the dinner and we show you a great time in private,” a third girl behind him winked as she traced her finger along his shoulders and chest.

Before he could speak up, you slammed your cup onto the table hard enough to grab the girls’ attention, “Heyyy, I’m not feeling too good. I think I drank a lil too much.” You grabbed Gray’s shoulder, “Hey, partner, how bout’ you do me a favor hold my hair up while I barf in the alley, aight?” Your words slurred in the process.

He stated at you confused for a second before realizing your true motive, “O-Oh yeah! I gotchu!”

He ‘helps’ you stand up as you pretend to wobble around in a drunken state, giggling hysterically as you wrapped your arms around him. The girls scoffed as they watched you get taken by Gray to a secluded empty alley.

After you guys were out of their line of view, you quickly shoved Gray off you, “Ugh, Im never doing that again.”

You brushed yourself off before facing him again. He stood by the wall, arms crossed while trying to maintain his ‘cool’ composure, though, the light blush on his cheeks and ears say otherwise.

“Y’know it’s kinda goofy when you try to be a tough sometimes,” you snickered.

He scoffed at your words, before looking towards you with a softer look. He cleared his throat, “Thanks for that, [Name]. I was actually glad you got me outta there.” He covered the lower half of his face to hide the remaining blush from the incident.

Your demeanor changed seeing him become more somber with you. You couldn’t pinpoint it but you surprisingly didn’t hate it. Usually, being around him for more than a minute would’ve turned into full-blown physical fight. Yet, you both stood there, no hair pulling or anything. For the first time in years, it felt kind of nice not arguing with Gray over something petty.

You shook your head to break your trance before clearing your throat, “Yeah, I felt kind of bad for you so I wanted to save you. Plus, their presence was ruining my appetite.” You rubbed the back of your neck while avoiding eye contact with him.

“You better not tell anyone or else i’m gonna fucking kill you.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever, lava witch.”

“Shut up.”

You both went silent again, only the sound of laughing and talking in the distance.

“…Should we get back to the dinner or…?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m craving dessert right now!”

You both head back to the table, returning to your seats before the server approached the both of you with slices of an orange-colored fruit.

“Never seen this typa fruit before,” he inspected it with his fork.

Suddenly, the old village healer stood behind you, startling you in the process, “That’s a special fruit that only grows near the volcano! It’s a delicacy in our village actually.”

“I’ve read about certain fruits being able to grow near volcanoes but I’ve surprisingly never seen this one before,” you continued to eye the juicy fruit.

“That’s because it only grows around this volcano specifically! We do sometimes ship it out to other countries but it’s only found at certain shops.”

You stared at it before taking a nibble at it, “Wow! This is actually pretty good!” You picked up another fruit slice, savoring its sweet soft flavor.

Gray watched you before following the same action as you, “Holy crap, It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He continued to stuff his mouth with the fruit.

You both eventually cleaned out your plates and set it aside for the waiters to pick it up.

Gray yawned, “Man, i’m getting sleepy. How bout’ showing us that hotel the chief promised us.”

The old lady giggles, “Oh yes, right this way.” She gestured for the both of you to follow her.

As you walk past the village square, Gray notices a small alley way full of women wearing skimpy outfits and shiny jewelry. All of them staring at him as they tease him with skirt lifts and unzipping a part of their shirts.

“Over here, sexy!”

“Come over here and we’ll show you a good time~”

“How bout’ you ditch that girl and get with a real woman~”

He felt his cheeks heat up before looking away in embarrassment before whispering to you, “All these girls keep flirting with me, it’s so weird,”

“I know, you’re so ugly,” You said with a nonchalant tone.

“STOP CALLING ME UGLY!”

“WELL, HOW ABOUT YOU STOP BEING UGLY!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

“MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED STRIPPING IN PUBLIC-“

“I TOLD YOU, ITS INVOLUNTARY!”

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain on your cheek, you felt around the area of impact as it continued to linger there. A red handprint. planted on your face. You turned towards Gray to see he also had the same handprint on his face as well, his face scrunched from the pain.

“Quit bickering already! You sound like an old married couple!”

“Did you really have to slap the both of us?!”

“For real! You could’ve just yelled at us to stop!”

She sighed, “I did but you both wouldn’t listen to me!” She continued walking towards the hotel, “Save it for the bedroom at least?”

“For the last time, we’re not a couple!”

“Hey, you never know,” she shrugged with a smirk on her face.

You and Gray groan in annoyance as you continued to follow the woman’s lead.

Eventually, you make it to the hotel before the old lady gives her ‘goodbye’s’ to you both. You shared your thanks before waving your fair wells to her. She leaves the two of you in the lobby before a lobby boy approaches the both of you, “Hello, i’m here to escort you both to your room.” You both greet him before following him around the hotel.

“There better be two beds,” you whisper to Gray.

“And if there isn’t?” He whispered back.

“Then, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Ah, damn...”

The lobby boy turned to the both of you, “Is something the matter?”

“Nah, [Name] was just telling me how she wants to hurry to the room already cause’ she got some diarrhea to unload.”

“NO I DID NO-”

“Yeah, you better hurry if you want to keep your precious red carpets clean.”

“GRAY, IM GONNA KIL-”

The lobby boy let out a soft gasp, “Oh my, we don’t want that do we? In that case, I’ll make this trip quick.”The lobby boy quickly pushed the button, tapping his foot as he nervously waited for the elevator.

With his back turned away, you glared back at Gray, you can tell he’s trying his best to hold in his laughter at the immediate reaction to his lie.

“I’m so gonna kill you when we get back to the guild…”

“Hey, you’ve been ragging on me this whole trip. Lemme have my moment to shine.”

“YOU COULD’VE CHOSEN ANYTHING BUT DIARRHEA??”

“Oh, come on. You’ll live.”

“Well, now I want to die!”

After the excruciatingly 20 second elevator trip, the lobby leads you both to your suite. He takes out a golden key before opening the door, the room was decorated to the brim with gold and white, an elegant look to it. Though, what caught your eye was the singular queen sized bed…

Your jaw dropped at the single bed, “Ahaha, this must be a mistake. I thought it was two beds.”

The boy arched his brow at you, “The chief specifically told us to reserve a single bed suite for the both of you. He thought that you guys would like to have some time alone together during your stay.”

You felt your eye twitch, “Did he think that me and Gray…”

“You guys are a couple, are you not?”

“UM, no?? If anything, we were forced on this job together!” You felt your heart pounding from the adrenaline.

“And I don’t want to share a bed with the lava troll!”

The lobby boy sighed, “I’m apologize for the inconvenience but unfortunately i’m not authorized to switch rooms for you both as all the rooms are completely filled up this weekend.”

“Fucking holidays…” Gray mumbled under his breath.

You sighed before facing towards the boy again, you gave him a crooked smile, “It’s fine, we can figure it out. But we thank the village chief for allowing us to stay at one of your finest hotels."

The lobby boy apologized profusely before handing you the key and closing the door for the both of you.

You both dropped your bags as you sat down on the edge of the bed, distressed about the possibility of having to share a bed together.

————

Awkward. Silent. The sound of the clock ticking as time passed by at a slow rate. You appreciated the chief’s generous actions but the thought of sharing a bed with emo Jack Frost has been eating you up the entire time. But hey, it’s only for one night. What’s the worse that can happen?

“Uh, you don’t mind if I shower first, right? I wanna get this volcano ash off me.”

You sighed, “Yeah, sure, whatever..” You rubbed your temples, attempting to get rid of your stress.

“Come on, [Name]. One night isn’t gonna hurt. We’re gonna have to put aside our rivalry for just this time and then we can go back to beating eachother up once we get back to the guild.” He softly sighed as he grabbed one of the complimentary towels from the bathroom rack.

“Ok, well, it’s not just because we’re rivals but it’s also because your- well- a man! Plus, you have a bad stripping problem!”

“Ugh, fine, I promise I won’t take off all my clothes when we go to sleep…even though I prefer sleeping naked.”

“Gross! Don’t admit that!” You throw a pillow at him which he deflects.

He snickered, “Joking, I’m gonna shower now.”

You stick your tongue out at he closes the bathroom door, the sound of rushing water followed after. You decided to look around the room while you waited for popsicle boy, the room was spacious which went beyond comfort for you personally. A free suite? Now, who would pass that up? You were also hoping to find some extra clothes you could wear for the night. You didn’t plan on staying overnight in the village so unfortunately, you had no extra pajamas you could change into.

You looked in the closet to find a two pairs of white pajamas, “Sweet.” As you grabbed a pair, you felt a tingle up your spine. At first, you passed it off as just a normal bodily function until you suddenly felt your body temperature start to increase. Blood started pooling in your cheeks, tinting your cheeks red as if you just came back from a hot sunny day at the beach.

“What the hell is happening? Why does my body feel like it’s over heating…”

You collapsed onto the ground, your legs weak like a newborn fawn learning how to walk. You could feel beads of sweat dripping down your forehead, your breathing becoming heavier.

“Oh god, what if I ate something that I was secretly allergic to at the dinner? I never get hot, i’m a lava wizard for christ’s sake!” You whined as you shaking wiped your burning forehead.

You slowly lifted your head to stare at the body mirror: your face was beet red, sweat had started to form profusely to the point your clothes started feeling sticky, your hands couldn’t stop shaking no matter how hard you tried to control it.

Suddenly, the sound of pattering water had come to a halt, only drips of water had echoed behind the door to the bathroom.

You cursed at yourself as you attempted to grab the tissues on the bedside table, wiping the sweat off your face and body. You felt your adrenaline rush as you sat down, attempting to gain your composure before Gray could open the door.

The sound of the door knob being twisted before the door swung backwards, there stood a shirtless Gray. Your eyes lingered at his still dripping wet abs, toned and chiseled, an obvious sign that the ice wizard works out in his free time. The Fairy Tail emblem tattooed on his right pectoral, and a silver cross chain necklace to go along with his ‘cool bad boy look.’ Dear God, you could not stop staring at how huge his pecs were, like two pillows (would put those D-cups to shame). Your eyes trailed down to his protruding v-line, smooth and hairless. The towel covering up the place that is not for YOUR eyes to see. It didn’t help that his damp raven black hair was in a sexy pushback.

You felt your heart race as you saw the ice mage stand there in nothing but a towel. So many dirty thoughts pooled into your head at the sight of seeing him. You squeezed your eyes shut before looking away, your face was already red as it was but seeing Gray out the bathroom made your reaction even worse.

“O-Oh my- Gray, can’t you put on some clothes!”You still had your eyes tight shut.

“You see, that’s the problem. I realized that I didn’t bring any clothes so-”

“Cover up for God’s sake, you couldn’t have some decency to put on a shirt?! Have some decorum!” You stuck your hands out in front of your face to hide the raging blush on your cheeks.

He scoffed at your reaction, “Why’re you making it such a big deal? You’re acting as if you hadn’t seen me shirtless multiple times.”

You couldn’t properly answer, you just turned your head away from as you mumbled to yourself.

His face twisted from confusion to concern as he slowly crouched down to your level, gently grabbing your face. He could already feel the burning sensation from your increased body heat, “Jesus, you got a fever or something? Why’s your face so hot? And your face is so red!”

He slowly turned your face, his eyes widened by your tomato-colored face, sweat still dripping down your face as your breathing was still erratic.

He noticed your timid actions, the way you fidgeted with your hands and hair while attempting You still had your eyes tight shut. to avoid eye contact with him. He cleared his throat before calling out your name, “Uh, [Name]?”

“Huh? What do you want?” You scrunched your brows in confusion, a bead of sweat dripped down your face.

“You look like you’re about to melt into a puddle of water.”

You swipe your forehead to feel the moisture in your hand, “It’s just hot right now.”

“Thought you never get hot in humid conditions. Plus, it’s gotten cooler since night fall.” He gently laid the back of his hand on your forehead and cheek.

You whinced at his touch, you couldn’t explain it but it made you kind of nervous, hell, even embarrassed. You felt like a crushing school girl, the way Gray was gently caressing your cheek, his close presence next to you was making you feel some type of way towards him. A part of you was trying to deny that it was probably just your weird ‘allergic’ reaction making you feel delusional. Yet, another part of you couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased with the way Gray was acting towards you despite your hatred for the ice wizard.

“I’ll cool you down with my ice powers, alright?”

You nodded back in assurance, your heart still racing from the closed distance between you and Gray.

He sighed before using his ice magic to cool down your rising body temperature. Immediately, you felt some type of relief at the chilliness, you sighed as you felt your uncomfortableness start to fade away. His expression had become more relaxed at your noticeable reaction, “Better?”

Although, the ‘feverish’ feeling had went away, your heart still pounded at the sight of your icy rival. You tightly clutched your fists as you felt a wave of need start to pool below your belt. Oh God, what is this feeling?

All you could think about was how much you wanted him to rip away at your shirt as you watch the towel on waist slide down, revealing the end of his defined v-line. You felt so dirty. In all the years you’ve known Gray, you’ve hated his guts with a deep burning passion. Ok…maybe it was more of jealousy but of course, you would never admit that.

He was just some snarky annoying stripper who always said the right things to rile you up. Just seeing his face made you want to turn it into a punching bag.

Yet, here you are: squeezing your thighs as you ached to stimulate the neediness between your legs.

“Gray,” your voice hushed but loud enough for him to hear.

“Uh, yeah what’s up?” He questioned you, still confused about your strange behavior.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you mumbled under your breath.

He arched his brow at your statement, “Doing what?”

You grabbed the sides of his face before pressing your lips onto his. He let out a surprised noise, muffled from your suffocating kiss. You quickly unlatched your lips from his, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“D-Did you just…” He stuttered, a deep red dusted on his cheeks from your initial reaction.

You wiped your lips before turning away in embarrassment, “Oh god, what have I done?! I just kissed you!”

His heart started to beat faster than ever. Not too long ago, you were ragging on him for embarrassing you in front of the lobby boy. Next thing he knew, you started kissing him out of nowhere!

“Why did you do that?” His face turning a bright red.

“I don’t know?! I just- fuck! Seeing you in that towel is making me feel weird!” You covered your face in shame.

He couldn’t deny it, he did have some tiny attraction for you but passed it off as physical attraction. Not to mention, feistiness was kind of a turn on for him. There were times you would get into a fight/argument with him, just for him to get back home and jerk off while replaying it in his head. As much as he disliked your behavior towards him, he couldn’t help but be drawn to you somehow. He always liked your reactions when he teased you.

He smirked, “Well, it’s not like I’m hating, princess.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “E-Excuse me?”

He got close to your face, the feeling of breath hitting your lips, “I wouldn’t mind letting you slide this towel off me.” His lips landed on yours, his tongue parting your lips forcefully as it intertwined with yours. You let out a soft moan as you melted into the sensation of his lips. Before you could reach for the towel on his waist, you break off the heated kiss.

“Oh god, I just kissed you…again!” You pushed yourself off him.

He rolled his eyes before pulling your arm, dragging you towards him. He whispered sensually in your ear, “And we both liked it.”

You felt your ear blush, “I hate you, you know…”

He smirked, “Normally, you get on my nerves but the way you’re biting back is pretty hot.” His lips landed on your neck, nibbling the ticklish flesh.

You whimpered at the sensation of his warm tongue lapping over your skin. The way his mouth suctioned into you like an octopus, you didn’t want to admit it but it felt good…So, so good.

He eventually unlatched his lips from your neck, saliva connecting to the now purple mark stained onto your skin. He gave it one last lick before smirking back at you, “Oops, can’t let Mira see this or else she’ll get on our asses.” A snarky tone in his words.

You sighed deeply, as if you were holding your breath the whole time, “Gray-”

He used his pointer finger to pull down the collar of your shirt, revealing more of your cleavage. He whistled at the sight, “Don’t remember you having these…”

You scoffed, “Ever heard of puberty?”

He hooked his finger under your shirt, “Mmm, well thank god for that…” He gave it a light tug, pleading for you to take it off. He loved the way it hugged your figure, the way the v-neck teased that bit of cleavage.

You caught onto his actions before slowly peeling off the shirt, revealing the white sports bra you had on under. It didn’t make sense. Why were you willingly stripping for him? It’s not like he was even forcing you to do this…

“Damn, boring much?”

“It’s called practicality, idiot.”

“Well, it would’ve been practical for me if you had worn a clip-on bra instead,” he gently pulled the sports bra off you, revealing your exposed perky breasts in-front of him. Your exposed nipples hardened from the coldness of the air. A sign of Gray’s magic activating near you. His voice deep like a growl, “Oh wow…”

You whinced as he flicked your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he toyed with them like a cat.

“Ah…Gray, please.”

“Mmm, please what, Princess?” He groped your breast, giving it light squeezes as he circled your areoles.

“A-Ah mmm please, keep touching me.” You felt that same wave of heat wash over you again as you gripped his forearm, biting your bottom lip as you attempted to hide your moans.

He smiled at the scene unfolding before him, “Your shitty attitude has been pissing me off this entire day, I’d rather see you whine on the floor like a cat in heat while you beg for me to make you cum.”

“Oh fuck y-” Your sentence is cut off when he pinches your nipples, throwing your head back at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Wanna say that again, princess?” He looks down at you with a devious grin.

You stammer, “F-Fuck y-you.”

He chuckles before getting close to your ear, his voice going down an octave, “Keep talking like that or I won’t touch your pussy.”

God, his voice is so sexy.

“Urgh, fine.”

“Good girl.”

He released his tight grip on your nipples before slowly sliding his muscular hand down your pants. You hiss at the feeling of his cold hands on your pelvis before you feel the pressure of his index on your clothed clit.

“Naughty girl, already getting wet from me touching your nipples,” he teases circles onto your protruding clit.

You let out a hushed moan as you felt your needy pussy begged for his touch.

He rolled the bundle of nerves between his fingers as he looked down at your pathetic stance, your panties becoming even wetter than before. His dick getting harder by the second as you moaned at his touch.

“Just this once…make me cum, oh god…” You whined while involuntarily grinding on his fingers. Your hips moving to their rhythm.

He flicked your bean faster as you whined for him, increasing the volume of your moans.

“Fuck, keep moaning like that and I’ll cum under this towel,” already feeling the tip of dick leaking with pre-cum.

Your breath hastened as his fingers worked miraculously on you, your thighs clenching ground his arm as if it were suffocating it. You grab onto your shoulders as you felt your body give into the pleasure of the ice wizard.

“Heh, if you weren’t such a bad girl, I would’ve made you cum on my dick…”

You couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed from your own karma punching you in the face. Maybe it was the hormones but you wouldn’t have complained if he pinned you the bed and fucked your brains out then and there.

“God, girl, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

You felt your body chase the high as your pussy became sloppy from his touch, tears welling up in your eye ducts in the process.

You were able to mutter a single word, “Please…”

He smirked at your pathetic attempt at begging before his fingers moved at an inhuman speed.

“Gray, I’m gonna cum sto-”

Your words were cut off as you reached your limit, your body trembled from ecstasy as you let yourselves go on his touch. Your skin felt hot to the touch, sweat dripping down your naked body, your clit felt swollen and tired.

Gray took his hand out of your panties, his pale fingers now coated with your creamy liquid before licking it seductively.

“Mmm, taste good, princess.”

“Shut up.”

You attempted to lift yourself off the floor as if you were a newborn giraffe learning to walk, yet, your attempts were deemed unsuccessful. You fell back down before glaring at Gray with a flushed expression.

He laughed at your pitiful attempt, “Oh man, I didn’t know I was that good!”

“Just get me on the bed you idiot,” you retorted.

He playfully rolled his eyes before scooping you up princess style, plopping you down on the bed, “Happy?”

“Very,” you said in a snooty remark.

As he lays down next to you, he turns toward your direction, “Let’s do that again.”

“Nope.”

You quickly pulled the covers over your still damp body before clicking the light switch on the lamp. The room now filled in dark silence.

As you closed your eyes, you felt your conscious drifting away as you wondered how the next day would turn out…

a/n: sorry for the rushed ending, i’ve lost my touch since i first wrote this months ago 😞

[wonuwrites]

Seventeen as Songs From “The Tortured Poet Department: The Anthology.”

A/N: this album is fucking amazing and has inspired me to write so much. So the way I’m doing this is giving a member a song + a lyric with a mini drabble. In future I might do Song Reactions for a few of these songs *cough* Down Bad and Fortnight *cough* but until then I’m doing it like this. If anyone wants more writing of said drabbles please request it 🫶

Also before I get to warnings let me just say: this is 100% fictional and not at all how I think any of the members are irl. This album doesn’t portray the make counterpart in good light that much (minus But Daddy I Love Him, The Alchemy, + So High School.) however I'm in a angsty af mood so I’m writing it. If you hate it, im sorry. I just have to write it to process my grief. ALSO: not all of them are going to be hella angsty but most will be because this album is unhinged

Warnings: angst (not everyone's though: 96 Line + Joshua is lowkey cute,), Jun's is NSFW so Minors DNI, mentions of alcohol, breakups, heartbreak, codependency, pledis, i also wrote some swear words so if you hate bad words: this album and my writing is not for you lmaoooooo

ღ S. Coups: The Bolter "With a quite bewitching face Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless Excellent fun 'til you get to know her Then she runs like it's a race."

Seungcheol woke up to an empty bed and couldn't help but sigh before rubbing his face. He let you in again, even after swearing to Jeonghan and Jihoon he was done. However, there was something about you that just kept him wanting more and more. He knew that you were never one for commitment because "Where was the fun in that? Commitment just is a recipe for getting hurt." He knew that trying to pursue a "bolter" was a lost cause but he just couldn't help it. He was madly in love with you and every time you left he felt more devastated than the time before. Every 11:11 he wished that one day you would let him at least try to show you that commitment could be a beautiful thing.

ღ Jeonghan: The Albatross "Locked me up in towers But I'd visit in your dreams And they tried to warn you about me."

Jeonghan knew the risks of dating you. You were what some people called a temptress and a "nightmare dressed like a daydream." He knew that there was a chance you would ruin his life and honestly, at the time, he was all in for it. He was sure he could call your bullshit however time showed that his bullshit was called out. He found out that what everyone said was not as true as they thought. He found you to be the most amazing person in this world so when you left he was heartbroken. You told him you didn't want to be what everyone said but you had to leave and you knew he would find someone even better in the long run. However, he saw you in his dreams, he saw you in faces in the street, he saw you everywhere. He missed you and wished you would be able to let him in so you could prove all of them wrong.

ღ Joshua: Fresh Out The Slammer "And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here."

You looked around the crowd of people as you entered a familiar park. You knew this place all too well and your heart was racing. You just got out of six year relationship with someone you swore was supposed to be your forever person. However, you always unintentionally compared him to your first love, Hong Jisoo. For the past year, you were mentally checked out of your relationship because all you could think about was Jisoo. You took a deep breath before you sat down on an empty swing and waited. You waited for what seemed like five hours when the swing next to you was taken. You glanced over and saw Jisoo looking at you with a soft smile. Your heart started to race as you both made eye contact. It had been so long but he looked as beautiful as ever. Jisoo then leaned over and pressed a kiss against your lips while grabbing both of your hands. You smiled as familiar lips that felt like home brought back warm memories. You then put your foreheads together before awkward giggling. "Welcome home, (Y/N)."

ღ Jun: So High School "Your friends are around, so be quiet I'm trying to stifle my sighs 'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you But look at you."

You are so head over heels for Moon Junhwi as was he over you. You both felt like it was a first love that you would have back in high school. All of the feelings you would feel back in High School came crashing back. One night when you were celebrating something with all of your friends and with his group members you both ran off into a closet and were just making out when it started to get more and more intense. You both were flushed and giggling as you both helped each other get undressed. He made sure the door was locked before attaching his lips back to you. "Try to stay quiet, baby girl," he would whisper as his fingers made their way to your nipples which caused you to softly moan into his lips. "Yes sir." A quickie would be good enough for now as you tried your best to stifle the moans and sighs that Jun was causing. If his friends knew what was going down, they kept it a secret from you but teased the hell out of him when you were gone.

ღ Hoshi: imgonnagetyouback "And I'll tell you one thing, honey, I can tell when somebody still wants me, come clean."

Soonyoung and you kept crossing paths and it was honestly frustrating you. You both didn't have a horrible breakup but it still was a breakup that hurt a lot. It took everything to get over him and you swore you were over him. However, every time you saw him, you couldn't help but second guess everything. At one of these "crossroad" moments, the "crazy" in you came out after you kept making eye contact with him one too many times. You made your way across the room despite your friends trying to stop you and pulled him to an empty storage room. Both of your breath was heavy before you glared into his eyes and whispered, "I know you still want me, please come clean." This caused him to scoff before pushing you up against the door and whispering, "you first, baby girl."

holy shit, 100 notes and I will write a one shot for this one

ღ Wonwoo: But Daddy I Love Him "Now I'm dancin' in my dress in the sun and Even my daddy just loves him I'm his lady And, oh my God, you should see your faces."

A video of one of you and Wonwoo's first dates ended up getting leaked and soon dating rumors started spreading like wildfire. There was both positive and negative thoughts from both of your fans as expected but to be honest it was just "white noise" for both of you because honestly who gave a fuck what anyone thought. When both of your CEO's sat with both of your managers and you, they informed you that dispatch was working on an article "exposing" the truth and that's when you both realized that you both wanted to be the ones to tell the fans. You decided to post on instagram a mini reel of moments between Wonwoo and you saying, "the rumors are true. wanted to let you know before dispatch told you all." Once you confirmed, there was still some negative press but mostly it was positive which Wonwoo and you were both thankful for.

omg i wanna write a one shot for this too bc what!?

ღ Woozi: The Alchemy "'Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?"

Honestly, you were shocked to see Lee Jihoon brace an event like this. Especially, after all this time. It was not his crowd or in his comfort zone. You could see how nervous he was as he fiddled with his arm cuffs and nervous laughing to whatever his friend was saying. Based on rough memories you believed his friends name was "Kwon Soonyoung" but that seemed like many life times ago. It felt like a car crash when you looked at him because you couldn't turn away or look away. Memories of you both kept replaying through your memory. You just stared at the man who you once loved exist on the other side of the room. After awhile, he realized a pair of once familiar eyes were staring at him. He looked back and his face softened. It felt like a movie as you stared at each other. Neither of you remember who walked to who first but soon you both were sitting side by side at the bar laughing and recalling old memories. The hole that was in both of your hearts seemed to be patched up as the conversation progressed. When the night was over, he asked if you would be comfortable seeing him again and you couldn't say 'yes' quick enough.

ღ DK: Peter "And sometimes it gets me When crossing your jet stream We both did the best we could do Underneath the same moon In different galaxies."

"It will always be you, maybe one day we can come back together when it's not so crazy." That was the last thing you ever heard Seokmin say after you both agreed it was time to call it quits. Who's fault was it? Honestly neither of your fault. Neither you or Seokmin could say that you did not try. Of course you both tried. You both tried to make everything work but things were just too different and well 'crazy.' With his career, he was everywhere and vise versa. You both were just never in the same time zone at the same time. It was like this for months when finally it just fizzled. Time moved on, as did both of you, but when you looked out the airplane window and noticed you were flying over Seoul your heart couldn't help but mourn. You wondered what could've been. You wondered if he still laughed while clapping like a seal and if he was still sunshine for everyone he met. It broke you a bit to remember. "It will always be you, Seokmin," you whispered before closing the curtain of the window.

ღ Mingyu: Down Bad "How dare you think it's romantic Leaving me safe and stranded 'Cause fuck it, I was in love So fuck you if I can't have us."

"Kim Mingyu, you are a fucking coward," you whispered as you tried to hide your angry heartbroken tears from him. "(Y/N), trust me this is the last thing I want to do," he whispered with tears threatening to fall. Dispatch had found out about both of your relationship three days ago and the hate toward you was heavy. Delusional fans thought their beloved idol was cheating on them and you deserved to die because it was obviously your fault the 'affair." You were down to fight and continue forward but he couldn't handle the hate you were receiving and knowing there was only so much he could do. Fuck, maybe he was a 'fucking coward' but he was doing it because it would be safe for you. Who knows what saesangs could do to you. If anything happened to you, he would never forgive himself. He rather have you hate his guts then have you killed.

ღ Minghao: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart "I can hold my breath I've been doin' it since he left I keep finding his things in drawers Crucial evidence I didn't imagine the whole thing."

It has been about two months since Minghao and you broke up and it honestly has felt like a fever dream since it happened. Some days were better than others. You honestly thought today was one of the 'better' days but that was before you found one of his cardigans in one of your drawers and you just couldn't help but put it on and lay on the floor. You couldn't help but remember all the memories of him and you with this cardigan. Whether he was wearing it or you were. It was warm just like the memories and it killed you. You wrapped the cardigan around you tighter around you and just sobbed. You knew one day it would stop hurting, but until then, you were just going to run with the punches and try your best to do it with a broken heart.

ღ Seungkwan: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys "'Cause I knew too much, there was danger in the heat of my touch He saw forever, so he smashed it up.

Seungkwan knew he fucked up the moment he stepped foot into his house after breaking things off with you. Truth be told he was terrified of you. You knew him like the back of your hand and he knew you like the back of his hand. He saw a future with you. He saw you owning a dog, living in a house in Jeju, owning a dog, having one to two kids, everything. However, he wasn't mentally ready for that. At least at the time he thought he wasn't. Now that he was alone and realizing what he had done, guilt was eating him up. He lost everything because his own damn anxiety lied and said there was danger. There was nothing he could do to fix it now.

ღ Vernon: The Black Dog "I move through the world with the heartbroken My longings stay unspoken And I may never open up thе way I did for you."

Nobody understood you the way Hansol did. He had the manuscript on what made you tick. Like how you liked your coffee over exactly five ice cubes, how you would always whisper 'thank you' before eating any kind of meats because they once had a soul, and how you would blink twice before laughing at one of his jokes. So when he made the call to end things you wondered how on earth you would ever find someone who could handle your quirks and wouldn't find you strange. It made you feel abandoned and made you hate him so much for hurting you this way. When you expressed your feelings to your friends, they would tell you it would get better eventually. Eventually, whenever "Hansol" escaped your lips to them they would tell you to stop talking. That's why you just were silently heartbroken as you replayed everything over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

ღ Dino: So Long, London "You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof."

Your phone light blinded you as you stared at Lee Chan's pointless apologies. You both had been struggling in your relationship for the last five months. You thought things were looking up until one of your best friends delivered the heartbreaking news that they saw him kissing a new stylist that started working for them ironically when things started to go shit. You felt many things. You felt betrayed, you felt hurt, you felt sick, you felt embarrassed. He swore he loved you, he pinkie swore he loved you not even three days ago. However, you trusted your best friend and you saw visual proof which was more proof or clues on how much he "loved" you. Even though it killed you, you texted back, "So Long, Iksan." before blocking his number and preparing yourself on officially getting over him.

[gabessquishytum]

A thought for you: imagine Dream being Robyn’s tutor.

Dream was hired when Robyn was 5 to teach him in all the things young nobility should know. He’s never really met the man who employs him, since Hob is often away doing his knightly duties or what have you. He mostly interacts with Eleanor when he has questions or concerns.

Robyn has the BIGGEST crush on Dream. The man is so pretty, even though he’s strict and forces Robyn to do school work instead of playing outside. Robyn constantly talks about Dream in his letters to his dad.

When Robyn is 10, Eleanor passes suddenly and Hob comes home. Robyn is an absolute mess, and Hob isn’t much better. Robyn, though, blames Hob for not being there for them and is always angry. He instead seeks solace in Dream, who is not at all emotionally aware enough to comfort a grieving child.

Dream does what any sensible person who is completely out of his depth would do and consults with Hob about things. They meet regularly to talk about how Robyn is doing. Hob does his best to stay strong for everyone, but he’s falling apart inside. He breaks down in front of Dream during one of their talks and all Dream can do is try their best.

After a few years have passed, things are doing much better. Hob and Robyn still miss Eleanor like crazy, but they’ve both moved on. Robyn has grown into a brilliant young man, and Hob couldn’t be more proud of him. Dream, who has essentially been co-parenting Robyn since he was young, feels much the same way.

Hob is pretty smitten with Dream after so many years, and the feeling is definitely mutual, but they’re both holding themselves back. They both have so many doubts about how the other feels, the societal pressures of their different classes, worries about Robyn, and the memory of Eleanor hanging over them.

Robyn has long since outgrown his childhood crush on his tutor (who is more of a father figure/family friend at this point), but he realizes one day that he isn’t the only Gadling that was completely taken by Dream. Cue Robyn doing his very best to get the two most important men in his life together.

After they’re together and Hob realizes just how involved Robyn was in the process, he gets to tease Robyn mercilessly about his old crush and Robyn gets to retaliate with all the embarrassing stuff Hob would write where he didn’t think anyone would find it. Dream is highly amused watching his two boys bicker.

(I started typing with only the ‘Robyn has a crush on Dream’ part in mind and it ballooned lol)

- 🎮 anon

Love this as a slowburn romance <3

I bet that teenage Robin spends sooo much time trying to distract Dream from teaching lessons by talking about Hob. And Dream is a strict teacher but dammit if he doesn't want to talk about Hob too!! When Robin starts talking about what Hob has been up to, how his favourite horse went lame and he spent the whole night in the stable taking care of it, Dream can't help letting him ramble on. Mainly because Dream is totally busy daydreaming about how wonderful and sweet Hob is.

When they finally, finally get together, Robin is so proud to take credit for some of it. He's kind of annoyed that now he's officially got two parents motherhenning him again, but secretly he loves knowing that Dream and his dad discuss his welfare. He secretly loves that whenever he brings home someone who he has a romantic attachment to, he knows that Hob will tease him and compare his newest crush to Dream.

He also knows that his mum would be so pleased and proud of all of them. Eleanor was very fond of Dream, and Robin bets that she's having a great time laughing at Hob and how absolutely head over heels he is.

Sucks that Dream still makes him do lessons, but... sometimes Hob comes in to their little classroom and distracts his beloved tutor for a while. Maybe it's his way of paying Robin back for his help in the successful romancing of Dream!

[jinwoosbabyboo]

I've read your L&Ds stuff lolol AND MAN they're so accurate & super fun/engaging to read!

I really wanna know, how are you so good with coming up with ideas?? How do you write so well/how did you get started on writing?? I really want to learn how to write well!

First off I love your username 🤣 and I’m glad you find my writing fun to read I try my best to make it as pleasing as possible.

So I come up with ideas by just everyday life thinking like hmmm how would the lads men react to this or hmmm I could make this a story. I have a very active imagination and I’m a maladaptive daydreamer so that’s probably a big part of it.

I gained traction pretty fast on here so the other half (damn near the majority) of all the prompts on my blog are from 🩵my lovely followers🩵 who send in requests. You guys keep expanding my imagination and I can’t thank you enough for that 🫶🏾

How did I get started writing? My mother was an English teacher up until I was about 8 years old so she introduced me to reading and writing heavy growing up. I was always reading above my actual grade level.

I wrote my first “story” when I was in 3rd grade and I’ve been writing ever since. I’m also an avid reader; I love falling into another world through books.

That feeling I get from reading is what I translate into my writing. My writing on here is more fun and goofy than actual literature. I do write Novellas in my free time but I will probably never show them to anyone because I heavily critique my writing so much ☠️

Learning to write well is a journey and you’re always learning. I'm still learning ways to improve my writing. If you’re looking to start writing stories here’s a few tips I can give you.

‼️DISCLAIMER I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL‼️

These are just a few things I’ve learned. If you disagree that’s fine this is just what I’ve learned.

Avoid run on sentences

If you have a sentence that is getting a bit long find a stopping point and add a period. If you feel like it absolutely needs to be one sentence then break it up with a semicolon.

Break up your paragraphs

Long paragraphs with no breaks can make a reader gloss over your writing

Find your writing style

If you’re too busy trying to imitate the writing style of someone else you’ll find yourself stressed when trying to write your own work

Describe imagery

Tap into your readers imagination; describe what they’re looking at and what’s going on in great detail - build a world in your mind so you can help build one in their mind - if you have a hard time building the world in your own mind your reader will struggle as well.

Word vomit! Trust the process!

WRITE THOSE ROUGH DRAFTS - it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make any sense just get those words onto the page you can edit and revise later every piece starts rough get those rough drafts written and go from there.

Avoid repetitive sentences, words, & over explaining

For example “I reached over the fence to grab the flower that was on the other side of the fence” You see how at the beginning of the sentence it’s already been established that whatever the character is reaching for is on the other side of the fence. That’s just a quick example.

Study grammar and use a dictionary

There are many ways to describe just about anything and you don’t have to stay inside a box of simple words to do it.

Lastly, it sounds corny, but have fun.

If you want to write you should enjoy it and it’s just words on a page that you can edit and revise.

Happy Writing ✍🏾😘

[blakbonnet]

[graphic by @ofmdlovelyletters]

AUTHOR OF THE WEEK @adamarks

The second featured author for this AOTW is the insanely talented Jay, who's a connoisseur of catboy!ed, chief peddler of "shit goes wrong with the inn while they're going at it", and, always and forever, "they love each other in every universe". Please bring out your best and more favourite scrunkly Ed faces for @adamarks who agreed to answer some questions about their writing process for me:

What's your writing process like? Do you start with the beginning or the end? Do you write in order or as the scenes come to you?

I always start at the beginning and have to work in chronological order. Sometimes things can end up on the page slightly differently than whatever was happening in your daydreaming, so skipping bits can mean losing important context that could completely change the next scene. I’m very character-focused in writing so I’m at mercy to whatever the morons get up to.

Favourite trope or headcanon you like to explore while writing?

Ed lays on Stede’s chest like a kitty cat (:

Whose voice is easier to write - Ed or Stede? Why?

STEDE. Absolutely Stede. Specifically his internal dialogue and narration. His motives and his anxieties are much more familiar to me and are easier to understand.

Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read

Hmm. Well, I’m not sure if I have a favorite. I’m particularly proud of There Is a Flower Within My Heart and A Little Haunting, Isn’t It? But I can’t say I’m disappointed with them having too few readers or something. I’m incredibly grateful that people seem to like those (: I put a lot of work into them.

What is the one word that you think you use a lot?

Squiggly. Just. Like. Fuck. Gently. I get so pissed off at my broken record brain. Learn new words!!!!

Do you have a beta reader? Have they made you a better writer?

For A Little Haunting I do!! Their name is Clev and he’s my best friend and I never shut up about them. I think having him read this fic, especially because it’s already the longest thing I’ve ever written, has had a huge effect on my writing. They just about have their masters in writing so I feel like I’m getting to take a writing class for free. It’s really helping me improve and understand my own writing on a deeper level (:

Why OFMD 🥹

Because I want to take Ed and stuff him in a blender with some ice cream and then drink whatever comes out. Also because… this show was made to make people feel seen. I think it’s just… idk how to express myself about it, but the love put into every minute is palpable, and I think that’s what touched my heart and what touched so many other people’s hearts. So, yeah (: Also I like Stede a whole bunch.

Please head over to @ofmdlovelyletters and send your love for Jay and all your favourite authors (and authors of the week 😈 watch that blog for some special letters coming your way)

[little-diable]

The Loves of Paris and Helen - Spencer Reid (smut)

Oh boy, it’s been a hot minute huh? Thanks to @deathofpeaceofmind I got into writing this fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Spencer tells the reader that he’d never make the first move, since he’s too scared of rejection, but maybe the reader’s problem of speaking before thinking finally gives Spencer the much needed push to confess his feelings.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, choking, praise, soft!dom!Spencer, friends to lovers

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

header by @deathofpeaceofmind (2k words)

The city was busy, filled with people brushing past Spencer and (y/n), forcing them apart every few seconds. Annoyance was rushing through their systems, filling their veins like caffeine after drowning one too many cups of coffee. All Spencer wanted to do was be close to (y/n) while he read to her the notes he took at the screening of an old movie he watched yesterday, while all (y/n) wanted to do was feel him close as his voice lulled her along. 

“So, it’s a love story basically, right?” (Y/n)’s voice was swallowed by the sounds of the metro, forcing Spencer to move even closer. Their hands brushed every few seconds, forcing their hearts to skip beats, and their lungs to ache for more air. Their relationship was anything but easy, even though both were close - probably closer than other friends they knew - and yet neither of them dared to act on their feelings. 

“Yes!” Spencer kept rambling on, words (y/n) could barely focus on as she got lost in her daydream. Deep down she wanted nothing more than to pull him closer, to choose him as her lover just like Paris had chosen Helena, and yet (y/n) knew that crossing the line between friendship and a loving relationship would end just like Judgement of Paris had, in a war as brutal as the Trojan one. 

“But why was he scared to make the first move? It sounds like her crush on him was quite obvious.” A chuckle rippled through (y/n) as her mind started to process the words rolling off her tongue, wondering how a man as smart as Spencer hadn’t picked up on the love she fostered for him yet. (Y/n) could still remember the first time she had begun to realise her feelings for the genius, how she had gotten lost in the story he spilled, heart skipping beats at the facts he shared with her like he was telling secrets to the night. 

“Uhm, I guess he was scared of rejection? I don’t think I’d ever make the first move to be honest.” For the first time in hours Spencer found himself stumbling over his words, fumbling with the notebook he now pushed back into his bag before stepping into the approaching metro. The wagon was filled with people, pushing Spencer and (y/n) closer together, leaving both wondering if the other could pick up on their racing heartbeats. 

„What? But why? As if you’d have to worry about rejection. Nobody would ever reject you, I for sure wouldn’t.“ For a few seconds neither (y/n) nor Spencer dared to speak up, eyes locked in an intense staring contest as they began to realise the weight of the words she had just spoken. She tried to clear her throat, forced to avert her gaze as a few people pushed past her, tugging her against Spencer’s chest. His hand found the small of her back, pressing her against him with a strong hold, forcing heat to arise in her system as if he was trying to burn her body. 

No further words were spoken between the friends, not as they stepped out of the metro, not as they walked to (y/n)‘s apartment. It was some kind of routine between the two, Spencer would always accompany (y/n) on the walk back to her apartment, located only a few streets down from his. With their hearts still racing on, and their hands clinging to the straps of their bags, the two came to a halt in front of the house (y/n) lived in, eyes finding back to one another. 

“Listen, Spence, I’m sorry for saying that, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomf-,” the rest of the sentence was swallowed by Spencer’s mouth, lips finding hers. It took (y/n) a second to snap into motion, not expecting him to kiss her with this much urgency, like a starving man clinging to any food he could find. 

“You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, I should apologise for talking this long to realise that you felt the same.” His breathless words were pushed past his slightly swollen lips, making a smile tug on (y/n)’s swollen ones. Both looked at one another with something unfamiliar swimming in their pupils, driven by the need to feel one another’s body. Her hand found his, fingers interlaced to pull him into the house and up to her apartment.

The second their bags found their way to the ground of her dark apartment, their lips found back together, sharing another passionate kiss. Spencer’s hands found their way to her waist, keeping her close as if he had touched her like this numerous times, sharing one intimate gesture after another. Both couldn’t swallow down the nervousness flushing through their veins, and yet neither of them dared to let go, chasing the highs they had been dreaming of for years. 

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to pressure you.” Spencer’s voice was small, a hushed whisper that rang in her ears louder than any fired gunshot she had picked up on before. Her lust drunken pupils searched his, giving her a few seconds before she spoke up.

“You’re not pressuring me, Spence, I want this. Take me to my bedroom.” He guided her through the dark apartment, knowing the layout of the rooms by heart as if he was guiding her through his own home. As soon as they stumbled into her bedroom, he had her pinned against the door, slender fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse as he kissed his way down her throat. Her small moans rang in his ears, forcing a smirk to widen on his lips as he kept undressing her. 

“I want to hear you, sweetheart, don’t hold back.” She could only nod, eyes squeezed shut, teeth buried in her lip as Spencer sucked on the spot that shot tingles down her spine, leaving (y/n) to arch into his chest. Her blouse fell to the ground, followed by the bra he undid moments later. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, prettier than any artwork I’ve got burned into my memory.”

“Bed, please.” Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at the desperate whispers leaving her, taken by the heat his praises left her drowning in. His hands found her breasts, kneading her skin as he towered over her. (Y/n) had no control over her body, forced to rely on her instincts as she tugged on the fabric of his sweater, watching Spencer part from her to pull his sweater and shirt over his head. Her fingers ached to comb through his locks, wanting to tug on the roots as he buried himself deep inside of her. 

“Tell me, what do you want?” She struggled to put her thoughts into words, eyes threatening to roll back as his hand found her jaw, thumb tracing the marks her teeth had left on her lower lip. “Speak up, sweetheart.”

“I,” a sigh left her as Spencer brushed his clothed bulge against her core, leaving her aching for more. “I need to feel you, all of you.”

A satisfied hum left Spencer as he kissed his way down to her stomach, fingers working on her trousers. She had soaked her panties, making Spencer chuckle in delight as he pulled the fabric down her legs, leaving her bare like an ancient statue crafted for his eyes only. His own masterpiece. His most prized possession. He’d never let her go.

“Look at you, you’re dripping baby, so needy for me.” Spencer fumbled with his own trousers for a few moments before he freed his cock, naked body finding its way back to her. (Y/n)‘s moans reverberated through the bedroom as Spencer brushed his fingers through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal before he started to circle her bundle of nerves, leaving her tensing below him. 

“Spence, I need you to fuck me, want to feel you, please, want your cock so badly.” She choked on her words, gasping in surprise as Spencer pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing between her thighs. Their eyes kept holding contact as he tapped his cock against her folds, grinning at the goosebumps rising on her skin. With her hand finding his, Spencer watched her expressions change as he pushed into her, allowing her to adjust to the new sensation. “Oh fuck, god Spence.”

His raspy chuckles did little to ease the tension flushing through her body, leaving (y/n) begging for more. Only slowly did he start to build up his speed, pulling out of her to use more strength to bury himself deep inside of her. Their moans clashed together, forming an almost sinful mixture of sounds that could leave one dreaming of moments as raw as this. 

One of her hands tugged on his, forcing him closer to grasp her throat, watching her eyes roll back into her head as he tightened his grip on her. Spencer fucked her without holding back, towering over like an ancient god using his power to guide her. It was sinful, and yet it felt all too fitting, like they’ve been crafted purely for this very moment.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He started down on her, not loosening his grip on her throat once as she sneaked a hand between their bodies, circling her pulsing clit. (Y/n) arched her back off the mattress, thighs quivering, her orgasm was close already, about to push through her without holding back. 

Spencer was in awe, unable to rip his eyes from her as if he was solving a mystery that had been haunting him for years, the coil had finally snapped, everything had fallen into place. He wanted to curse himself for holding back on his feelings, knowing that their paths could have changed into this years ago. And yet he didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, building up the pressure of his rough thrusts to push her over the edge.

He watched (y/n) come undone on his cock, fucking her through her high with a proud smile before he pulled out of her. Her trembling hand pushed his away, rising up to pump his cock as fast as she could, holding eye contact all throughout the upcoming moments. Spencer came with a gasp, relieving himself on her naked chest, watching his cum drip down from her boobs. He couldn’t stop himself from scooping up a few drops with his thumb, forcing her lips apart to watch her suck on his digit. 

“Fuck, I hope I’ll never never forget about this moment.” His whispers were swallowed by her chuckles, pulling Spencer down for a kiss before (y/n) murmured a soft “As if you’d ever forget something”. 

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dad!ricky bowen hcs

wc: 1.7k

warnings: afab/pregnant reader, ricky is a good dad, ricky x therapy, ricky has mild white guy with a guitar syndome, mildly questionable but still cute baby names, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF AND LOVESICK RICKY ("op that isn't an au")

a/n: I have been sturggling!!! the good news is I'm going to see barbie movie tomorrow which will be fun. I had a fashion crisis then realized I can just. go as weird barbie. I feel her in my soul.

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @sunshineangel-reads @strawberry-cake1 @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @2manyobsessions @almostjollypizza  @mystic-writings  @babiesimagines @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33 @urmum-xoxo @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @if-only-i-was-fictional @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @isaentremundos

Oh boy oh my god

If you thought this boy couldn't love you anymore than he already does???

You thought Ricky Munch McSimp Bowen couldn’t get anymore irrevocably in love with you and hopelessly utterly devoted to your very existence???

You think he’s bad now?????????

Just wait till you get pregnant 

His entire world changes

And all his priorities shift to you

And that little bump growing on your belly

If he doesn’t baby trap you

Which let’s be real, there’s a pretty decent chance he would try to baby trap you if he gets back in his Toxic Ricky Era

Aka best era

But that’s a story for another time

Let’s assume that it actually was an accident

That the condom really did break or you really did forget to take your birth control

So this is just as much of a surprise to Ricky as it is to you

He’s reeling at first

He has no idea what to do, he can barely process this

It’s not that he doesn’t want kids, it’s just that you’re both still so young, he’s never really thought about it too much before

Let me rephrase that

He’s never practically considered it before

Sure he’s had plenty of hazy starry eyed daydreams about you two being parents together

Of how cute and sweet you would be all pregnant with his baby

Of how clingy and affectionate you’d get with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, how you’d sound calling him your husband

But now, actually standing there in the bathroom looking at all the tests with the little positive lines

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t freaking out a little

Not in a bad way

It’s just a lot to process

Then he hears you on the phone in the other room with your mom or sister or best friend as you break the news to them

“Yeah… yeah, Ricky’s the dad.” 

Ricky’s the dad

He freezes in his tracks

He feels like he’s just been wacked cartoonishly over the head as your words ring in his ears

He’s the dad

Of the baby

Of your baby

He walks out of the bathroom looking for you while you wrap up your conversation

He keeps staring at your stomach

He knows it’s probably too early but he still hopes you’re showing

As soon as you’re off the phone you’re a little surprised and a lot relieved and comforted to see him pull you in for the tightest most meaningful hug of your life

He kisses your cheek and cradles your head and holds you so tight

And god you were doing your best to hold it together but you’re already so hormonal and he’s holding you so reassuringly

You can’t not cry

And he gets a little misty too

He makes sure you know from that moment that this is going to be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you both

The first ultrasound changes his brain chemistry

He looks on that screen at the fuzzy image of your baby and GOD he never wants to look away

He will be making it his wallpaper and getting wallet sized pictures

By the time your baby is born Mike has tons of ultrasound pictures hanging on his fridge 

He’s constantly taking pictures of you bc he thinks you look beautiful all the time

And you look unfathomably beautiful carrying his baby

“Ricky, if you post me anymore often you’ll have to start a spam account…”

You’re joking but he thinks that’s actually a good idea

You’re barely able to talk him out of becoming a daddy vlogger

I could go into heavy detail about how supportive he is during your pregnancy

And how motherfucking DOWN he is to be a dad

And I will (at some point. If y’all want future dad!ricky x pregnant!reader and/or ricky being an amazing dad/husband especially during new born days lmk. I have ideas.)

But I’ve gotten sidetracked with that enough for today

Bc after your baby is born and Ricky is holding you in the hospital while you hold your newborn baby

Your precious little bundle of joy

In that moment you become parents

And he watches you care for your baby

You heal his mommy issues

God watching you be a mom

Be a loving patient kind mom 

Who always makes time for your baby and makes sure they feel loved

Who would never ever ever even think about leaving them

Suffice it to say he’s really glad he’s already in therapy

Because watching you be a mom, even becoming a parent himself has really made him realize how horrible his mom was

And it’s made him so much closer with his dad

Picking out names was a bit of a process

You end up settling on Sonny, short for Sondheim for your first born son

Then when your second comes along, a little girl

You see Ricky playing guitar for you and Sonny and your baby bump one night when you notice the name on the side of his guitar

“What brand is that?” You ask sleepily

“What, my guitar?” Ricky smiles, watching you play with your son’s soft curly hair that looks just like his dad’s

“It’s an Epiphone.” 

You can’t get the name out of your head after that

When you pitch it as a baby name to Ricky, he loves it

Like he can’t think of a more perfect name

So two years after Sonny is born, you welcome Pippa into your family

And now you have a daddy’s boy AND a daddy’s girl on your hands

Half the time, anyway

The other half they’re die hard mommy’s kids

Usually you can swap, one of you taking each kid

And that system works pretty well

Ricky has like

Deeply, chemically bonded to you

He is so excited for extracurriculars and hobbies

He’s so fucking ready for basketball and little league and skateboarding and guitar lessons

And all the ballet recitals and gymnastics and soccer and cheer tryouts 

And of course theatre

Oh my god when Big Red found out y’all were pregnant?????

You could hear the entire Redonovich family screaming and celebrating across the entire state

So obviously Uncle Red is over all the time

Aka uncle pizza guy

He knows not to show up to your place without pizza

Or at least some cinnamon twists or salt lake slices stickers

He was highkey scared that your kids wouldn’t like him

But he is literally their favorite uncle

For Red’s first birthday after your oldest is born, you give him a shirt that says “official bisexual pizza uncle”

He wears it all the fucking time

He loves it and wants a million more

And of course

All kids birthday parties are at Salt Lake Slices 

Because fuck chuck e cheese 

If you even propose throwing a party somewhere else???

Expect a tantrum

Even when your kids get older and want to start celebrating elsewhere, Salt Lake Slices will always be an integral part of all birthday traditions

Every birthday plan has a silent (and then we go to Slices after) attached to it

Pool party aka pool party + slices

Laser tag (then slices), trampoline park (then slices), six flags (then slices)

Grandpa Mike is over a lot too and he couldn't be prouder 

He keeps every single memorabilia 

He still has your oldest’s first ultrasound picture on his fridge

And he has a bookshelf that’s filling up with boxes of craft projects and photos and drawings

He’s proud of you and proud of your grandkids

And he’s especially proud of Ricky

The kid has had his ups and downs, but Mike really can’t believe the amazing man his son has grown into

And Miss Jenn aka fairy godmother

The literal godmother of your children

Is equally obsessed with them

She’s still directing shows at East High as well as at a local community theatre

“My theatre family… my children… I am beyond honored to announce our first official theatre baby.” 

She will hold up your baby in front of both casts and sing a slow, soulful, emotional rendition of the circle of life from broadway lion king

It’s a canon event you can’t interfere

Ricky is so relieved that Pippa is still too little for school by the time Sonny is getting ready to start pre-k 

He can’t imagine having both his babies out of the house all day at the same time

“So every couple years we’ll just… have a new one?” 

He’s barely joking

Their first sleep away camp at camp shalow lake crushes you both

It’s so hard but you’re so proud and so excited for them

Besides 

Uncle EJ aka uncle rocketman aka uncle stinkyman has them in good hands

Ricky called him stinkyman once and your kids LOST it

He's running the camp now btw

So yeah every kid under 10 now refers to EJ with his new camp nickname

Stinkyman

Ricky promises to talk to the kids and tell them not to call him that

As soon as EJ leaves you’re like “Are you actually-”

“Yeah no I’m not gonna discourage that.” 

God you can’t get enough of him

Ricky either works at a skate shop downtown or a music store these days

If yall are still doing shows you absolutely take the kiddos to rehearsal with you

You spend most of rehearsals hyping each other up to your babies

“Look, daddy’s about to say something really funny.”

“Isn’t mommy’s singing and dancing so pretty?”

 Your kids basically have free rein at the threatre

They’re the unofficial mascots and get playbill mentions for shows they’re not even in

They make up new good luck rituals for every show

And all of them work

God Ricky just loves you so much

He loves you and your kids

And his dad and miss Jenn and his friends

He loves every bedtime story and post cry hug and scraped knee bandaid request

He loves all of it

And he loves doing it with you

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @morningberriesao3! morningberries has 15 works in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

@steddieas-shegoes recommends the following works by @morningberriesao3:

Sweet Surrender

Sneaky Link

How I’d Kill (to See You Again)

"If I could write a sonnet, it would be about berries. She specializes in that very specific angst with a happy ending that grips you by the jaw and spits in your mouth and then you say thank you because it tastes so good. So anyway love her, love her work, love everything about what she writes and does. 10000/10" -- @steddieas-shegoes

Below the cut, @morningberriesao3 answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Funnily enough, it all started when I exclusively read Eddie x reader on tumblr. I didn't have an account yet, so I made a quick burner and would gobble up anything under the tag. I always saw people on the internet "shipping" characters but never really understood it, until I came across one particular fic called Wild Parts, where the pairing was reader x Steddie. I remember being more excited for Steve and Eddie to fall in love than I was with the reader aspect. It all went downhill from there when I discovered there was a whole community that loves Steddie. I decided one day, yeah, I want to make them fall in love, too!

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Honestly, the first thing that comes to mind is the classic friends-to-lovers where Steve has a sexuality crisis because he's falling for Eddie. I could read it over and over and never get sick of it.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I feel like angst with a happy ending is common ground for, like, 90% of my fics. I also find myself constantly writing miscommunication, and giggling at all the comments that say, "IF THEY JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER!" Yeah. That's a point to be made.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

It's quite literally impossible to choose just one when there are so many talented Steddie writers creating new works everyday. I'll rapid fire a few that pop to mind first (all on AO3): Sea Legs by Midnightdrive. Drought by a_star_danced. Wanna Hurt You Just to Hear You Screaming My Name by DotyTakeThisDown. I've Been Having a Horrible Time Pulling Myself Together by Deadrats. Stupid Cupid by DirtyValentine. Money, Power, Glory by StrangerThings1975.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Definitely! I want to write ALL the tropes! I think the reason writing Steddie hasn't become redundant for me is because each time I write a fic, I want it to be different from the last. I rack my brain like, "Okay, I've already done Kas Eddie, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, No Upside Down, Modern Setting, Rock Star Eddie... What's next?!" 

What is your writing process like?

It's a very linear process for me. I'm somewhat of a daydreamer; I see the things I write in my head almost like a movie. And then I just type it out as it plays in my brain. I rarely outline anything, but I'll have random gibberish in my notes app to remind me of ideas or big plot points I need to wrap up. I'm honestly surprised anything I write makes sense when I'm through with it. I'm waiting for the chaos of it all to bite me in the ass one day.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I don't know if it's a quirk so much as a fault, but I do this thing where I let my comments pile up and pile up. I won't let myself answer one until I can answer them ALL, because I don't want anyone to think I'm ignoring their comment specifically. I also have to match the energy of the comment, so when it's super long I HAVE to write something back that's super long. This makes it an hours-long task when I let them go for as long as I do unanswered. If anyone hasn't gotten a reply back yet, I PROMISE I WILL!!! 

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

In a perfect world, I'd only start posting a project when it's completed so I could keep up with a posting schedule. Reality is: having 20 WIPs saved to my laptop in which I'll post the first couple chapters as motivation for me to finish it. It's a flawed system, but it works out most of the time!

Which fic are you most proud of?

I think it'll always be Sweet Surrender. It was my first fic and the first time I had ever completed something similar to a novel after it was wrapped up at 150K. When I look back, I see some flaws, but I'd never want to change them. If we're talking about which fic I think I wrote the best, I'd say How I'd Kill. The fantasy universe allowed me to get creative with the plot and scenery, and I think my excitement for that is reflected in my quality of writing.

How did you get the idea for Sweet Surrender?

Sweet Surrender is an amalgamation of every fic I read and loved when I first was introduced to the fandom. I basically owe it to all the favourite fics I mentioned earlier. Without their inspiration, I never would have started writing fic in the first place. 

When writing Sweet Surrender, what was something you didn’t expect?

The response. I cannot capture in words how GOOD it felt when people started reading, commenting on, and loving something that I created. You see it mentioned all the time, but it really is true when they say that a comment goes a long way. I was absolutely gobsmacked to see people following along from the beginning. It was such a motivator, and truly a feeling that nothing else could give me.

What inspired Sneaky Link?

I read Must Be a Devil Between Us, Or Whores In My Head by whateverokayFINE (a modern, OnlyFans AU that Sneaky Link could never touch)—loved it SO much that those daydreams I mentioned took off. It stayed as an unposted WIP for a long time because I told myself that I couldn't write a convincing modern AU. I'm so glad I did though, because I've never had a response to a fic like I've had with Sneaky Link.

What was your favorite part to write from Sneaky Link?

There were so many fun side plots to Sneaky Link—the whole thing was a blast to write. One of my favourites was the main conclusion, when Chrissy got to be the hero. Glitter and Chanel No. 5 really saved the day. Of course the first few chapters were hilarious, too. Dumbass, clueless Eddie will never fail to make me giggle, and his obliviousness to Steve's hidden identity really drove everyone up the wall.

How do/did you feel writing How I’d Kill (to See You Again)?

This story really had its CLAWS in me. I wrote the chapters so fast that I think I put out almost 50K words in a matter of four weeks; I've really never written that quickly before or since. The last few chapters were a little slower going, though. I think I was nervous as the plot got a little heavier how people would react, so there were definitely some mixed emotions.

What was the most difficult part of writing How I’d Kill (to See You Again)?

When I wrote Eddie betraying such a soft, loving, trusting Steve. When he pinned that part of his personality against him. I love writing angst, but I had never delved quite this deep into the trope. I definitely teared up a couple times making Steve go through it like that.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Without spoiling much, I think the end scene of chapter 7 of How I'd Kill (The Judas Kiss) was absolutely thrilling to write, and of course the following chapters as well. This whole idea of "morally gray" Eddie Munson was the reason I started writing the fic in the first place. But when I got to the bit where he had to be morally gray and posted the chapter, I immediately had this fear; I didn't know how the readers were going to react, or if I, as the writer, would be able to properly explain Eddie's motivation or make him forgivable for what he did. It was an "oh shit" moment for sure, but I think I ended up doing an alright job pulling it off.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I'm currently writing a piece for the 2024 Steddie Big Bang called "A Thousand Flowers Could Bloom". It's in collaboration with Inflomora-art, so I'm completely thrilled that I'll have gorgeous artwork to go with this fic. I'm sure by the time this is posted, it'll already be live! I'm so proud of this story—it might be the best I've written yet. So yeah, if you're reading this, please check it out!!! 

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I don’t think so, but thank you so much for this! It was really fun to answer all these questions <3

Thank you to our author, @morningberriesao3, and our nominator, @steddieas-shegoes! See more of morningberries' works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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Feel free to ignore this if it’s too much

I struggle immensely creating character designs, stories, anything like that. Ideas simply won’t come to me.

I’ve asked so many their processes for creating worlds or characters, and really the thing I lack they all describe is just *having* ideas. I draw all the time, just nothing of my own characters or stories. I feel as if I don’t have that spark that so many others do, but I want to be able to so badly — I adore your work, and how you speak about art and the world in general. How you understand things really speaks to me. Is there anything I can do? To make ideas come? I don’t know if I know how , but I want to be able to view the world in a way that allows me to create

oof. hard ask to answer, not sure that I can! it doesn't feel fair to say that ideas 'just come to me', but that is more or less what happens! I have read and watched a lot of stories, and still do (though I read much more when I was small...) and I try to listen to the ideas that come to me- I find that if there's anything that I have practice at it's listening. You get a tickle of a thought, and you have to be patient and quiet to not frighten that inkling of idea away. They are elusive, most especially when you need an idea or even just want one. My best ideas have come to me unnounced, unasked for, and often in great tides, but often they come when I'm not using my brain too hard. Daydreaming, lying down, in the shower, 3am etc etc etc.

I'm sure people will find this peculiar but I find a key method to writing is to set aside TIME to just idle your brain and let it wander- an hour at least is best, and I appreciate that finding an hour to just lie and muddle your thoughts and Not Think is very very hard to find. However, if you are allowed to count this as work (as I do), it is much more productive to set that one hour aside than to work work work and wonder why you never have any ideas, because you are filling your brain up with so much noise you can't hear them, or it frightens them away! I can't guarantee that this will work, but it works for me. Be gentle with yourself, and let your brain have some space so that it can take a walk.