#lost myself a bit writing this 😳

[thetypingpup]

I really want to be railed by nerdy!hwa right about now. Just imagining him grabbing my your ankles and holding you open as he pounds into you, eyes focused on your body while his pretty mouth smirks at how you moan and whine, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly because of how into it he’s getting just so smart and cocky and ahhhhhhhhh

Oh so you hate me fr...

Fuck he would be so damn cocky about it too. Just imagine how effortlessly he'd switch from holding you up by your hips and lifting you off the bed to grasping your ankles while you're hips are still hovering above the table, various books and papers strewn about. He wouldn't let you have a moment’s reprieve. Even while you're panting and trembling and whining incoherently, he'd still be pounding into you, still suspending you in ecstasy with a relentless onslaught of pleasure.

And when you do manage to open your eyes you just see him smirking down at you, beyond satisfied with the sight of you coming apart for him. His long hair would be pulled back so you could take in every detail of his cocky expression, the intensity in his eyes magnified by his glasses. He'd change your position so many times, bending you in half when he wants you to gasp and whine, wrapping your legs around his waist when he wants you to beg, holding your ankles up when he wants you to scramble to grab onto him. He controls your reactions completely, all while the pace of his hips doesn't falter for a moment. He changes up the tempo when he wants to and not a moment before. Of course he's panting from the effort too, losing just a bit of his sanity every time he sheathes his cock in your tight pussy, finding himself getting more delirious with pleasure by the moment. But it's your reactions that truly drive him insane. The way you cry out, the way you babble, the way you beg, the way your clothes are bunched and skewed over your gorgeous body, the way your glasses are askew over your pretty face, the way you contort and tremble so beautifully in response to his every move, all of it just makes him wanna double down and fuck you harder, to make you forget about everyone else you've ever been with.

He wants to ruin you. He wants to ruin the picturesque image of perfect you present to the world, and turn you into a sight that only a perverse hedonist would enjoy, a perverse hedonist like him. He wants to fuck you so good it ruins what you have with anyone else, all so you keep coming back to him. He wants to be the only one who sees you like this, the only one who gets to fuck you like this, the only one who's name is moaned and cried out from your pretty lips. Fuck he wants to be the only one who gets to feel you, who gets to touch you, who gets to play with you, who gets to make you cum, and that possessive rush of lust makes him grab you by the hips, tug you to the very edge of the table, and fuck you even harder, pressing against your innermost point of pleasure as if to make a point.

And he does. He wants you to feel every flashing burst of pleasure that has white dancing behind your eyes. He wants you to feel that spot that no one else has been able to reach with such intensity you can't speak, that you can barely fucking breathe. He wants to fuck you speechless, breathless, senseless, to the point where the only thing you can think is

"Seonghwa! Seonghwa! Zeonghwa!"

It takes everything in him to maintain composure as you cum. Your head tilts back, your body arching up as your shoulders are precariously balanced on the table, curving into the most alluring depiction of euphoria. You clench around him so tight you almost push him out, but he doesn't let you go. With a rough groan he grabs your hips and shoves his cock all the way inside you, resisting your repellant pulsations and keeping himself fully sheathed inside you.

"Don't you dare push me out now." His voice is lowered to a commanding growl and you swear you lose all cognizance for a moment or two. He sounds so demanding and so desperate that you feel compelled to comply, even as you lose all control of yourself. The only thing you know in that moment is obedience and the intensity of your orgasm. The grip of his hands combined with the desperation in his tone just amplifies your ecstasy even more, and you're left screaming and shaking and haphazardly grabbing onto him for purchase.

The sight of you coming undone like this, the delicious rippling of your core around his cock as you ride the waves of bliss, all because of him, is almost enough to have him cumming on the spot. And he would, if he wasn't determined to make you cum again.

[writing-for-life]

I was spam-liked by a certain someone last night and freaked out a bit (he reblogged some of my art-posts before and totally destroyed my notes with it, but metas feel so much more personal because they’re my thoughts that I sometimes truly agonise over, and it often feels a bit vulnerable).

I tried to tell myself it was just the infamous “Gaiman-slip-of-the-finger”, but since it happened thrice, I just had to go to bed because my heart couldn’t take it anymore 🤣

This morning, I woke up to over 400 new notes on those metas, and even while I’m writing this, they come in thick and fast. That hardly ever happens to me because metas mostly based on the comics usually only get engagement over time and never that extreme in the space of a few hours (my blog, while not tiny, is fairly small in the grand scheme of things and doesn’t get the engagement that shipper blogs get, for obvious reasons). I’ve got a lot of new followers since last night (I’m so glad you’re here, I’ll say hello to you separately). I even got a notification that one of my metas has been queued for a Blaze by someone??? Thank you whoever you are, and that you’re willing to spend money on my ramblings (people do that? I’m amazed). Are people checking NG’s likes? Is there some secret NG algorithm? Who knows…

All of that’s to say: I’m a bit overwhelmed because it makes me a tad self-conscious. And considering the often unhinged other posts you get from me, I just feel like: 😬😳

But there’s also the part of me that feels fairly strongly about those metas, since all three of them talk about hope and graceful endings in Sandman-canon in a roundabout way. And that is so important to me, you can’t even imagine how important, because the subtlety, subtext, nuance and yes, hope in this beautiful work so often get lost and dismissed.

So while these likes definitely don’t mean he shares my views, they still make me so happy. And a bit overwhelmed: If you’re waiting for answers to comments and reblogs, give me some time because my notes are a mess and I need to find the red thread again…

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - July 27

In which Mina is even more anxious….

“No news from Jonathan. I am getting quite uneasy about him, though why I should I do not know; but I do wish that he would write, if it were only a single line.”

:(((((( it feels like Mina is almost bargaining here, asking for “only a single line” from him. I feel so bad for her because she cannot know what Jonathan is currently going through just to get home to her safely! It’s also sad because when I see this, all I can think of is the last line in his diary: “Goodbye, all! Mina!” The worst part is, she can’t even put her finger on why, her intuition is just telling her something is wrong and she should be worried. And it’s right.

“Lucy walks more than ever, and each night I am awakened by her moving about the room. Fortunately, the weather is so hot that she cannot get cold; but still the anxiety and the perpetually being wakened is beginning to tell on me, and I am getting nervous and wakeful myself. Thank God, Lucy's health keeps up.”

Yikes, that would definitely make me anxious if I was constantly being awoken by someone pacing around the room, compounded with my anxiety for my fiancé. But what can Mina do except try to sleep the best she can? And through it all, she’s only worried about Lucy’s health and how this could be affecting her. I love Mina so much, she’s so selfless. I just want her to be ok too, though. Who’s looking out for her? :(

“Mr. Holmwood has been suddenly called to Ring to see his father, who has been taken seriously ill. Lucy frets at the postponement of seeing him, but it does not touch her looks; she is a trifle stouter, and her cheeks are a lovely rose-pink. She has lost that anæmic look which she had. I pray it will all last.”

Oh, no!! Again, poor Arthur. I’m sure he hoped it wouldn’t be too serious and now his father has taken a turn for the worse. I know it may seem shallow of Lucy to worry about the postponement, but I think I can explain her logic:

1. She might be covering up her worry for Arthur’s dad and Arthur’s mental health by making it about something else. That might seem strange, but I think it’s possible that she might want to think about/talk about something more trivial than her concrete worries about her future father-in-law’s health and how her fiancé will take this sudden turn in his health. The more time she’s worrying about when she’ll see him again, the less time she’ll worry about how he’s doing emotionally (not the best coping mechanism, but I’ve seen it — and done it — before).

2. If she can’t see Arthur, she can’t comfort him. Letters can only do so much. :(

3. Deep down, she may be insecure about her place with Arthur. What if he doesn’t love her as much as he says/she dares hope? What if he decides to cancel the engagement after he sees to his father since they haven’t seen each other in a while? It may not have even been that long, but that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I don’t think this is a case of Arthur not demonstrating his love to her enough, but rather her own anxiety taking over her thoughts.

Concerning that she had an anæmic look, but I’m honestly not worried about this — I think she was just worrying and she looked a bit pale because of this (I could go into why I’m not concerned, but that’s verging on spoilers — let’s just say I think Lucy’s fine, just worried).

This last sentence breaks my heart a bit for Mina because she’s not just talking about Lucy’s healthy looks here. She knows lots of things are on the verge of changing: Lucy’s health while sleep-walking (she could catch a cold or get outside!!), Jonathan’s health (what if something bad has happened to him — or what if he’s changed his mind too 😳), and Arthur’s father’s health. Her intuition is saying that something is wrong here, but obviously she can’t confide to Lucy. Two-thirds of those worries are things that would worry Lucy further and the last point with Jonathan would only add a new burden. Besides, it might make the possibility of Jonathan in bad health (or worse) too real, if that makes sense. Hopefully, things will look up soon.

That’s it for this one!

[spotsandsocks]

Okay Spotty, Spotty pleaseeeeee 😭 actually genuine question because I'm honestly in awe of you and your talent but do you have any advice for writing long fics?? Or what is your process?? Because you always seem to be posting chapter after chapter of a new multi chapter masterpiece and I just asddghhjkllll?!?!?!

I WISH TO LEARN FROM THE MASTER 🙌🏼

Big love xx 💕😘

Oh my darling meegs! What a message to get!! I might have to frame it and take it out on the days that I’m feeling down about my writing.

First off thank you, thank you thank you , secondly master is definitely not what I is! 😂 but I appreciate the appreciation and I’ll admit I do seem to have kicked out a lot of words in under three years 😉

But seriously here’s my thoughts on your question. Got a bit long so under the cut.

No idea. That’s the honest answer which is obviously no good to anyone but let’s have a think about it together and see what we come up with…

I guess one thing will have to be I’m old 😂 well let’s say older 😉 and that means practice even if I’ve only been writing for three years. I”m going to sound big headed here but I think I’m pretty good with words in a lot of different contexts, I get compliments at work for reports and emails, especially how I explain things (written and verbal) to the people and children I work with. I’ve been doing that for 27 years and that’s got to help right?

I just wrote a line in author buck fic “make words dance across the page for a living”

When I’m writing it does feel like that… again with the fear of sounding cocky I’ve always been quick when writing anything, I don’t think first then write it, the words just come out, for example I have no idea where this sentence will go or finish. There is very little planning in my head about anything. I was that annoying person who finished exams early because I just threw up ideas on the page and they managed to fall out coherently.

So the writing bit just kinda happens whenever I get to sit down and write.

The longer fics the lost and found, the pern ones and Good knight are usually ten ish chapters deep and those chapters ready to share (mostly) before I start posting anything. This means I’m ahead of myself and can share and keep writing the newer chapters.

I usually… usually have the shape of the ending in my head when I start writing. Sometimes it’s the first thing I have , I knew how good knight would end months and months before I started those chapters and got almost 100k into the story before I got to include the first of the concepts that started the whole damn thing 😂

in other situations the whole thing moves with me the Ravi of it all in shifter fic didn’t happen till at least halfway through and I’ll be honest I got lucky with some things I had already written fitting what I wanted to do.

About getting time to write, I multitask, write while tv is on, in bed, at work (sometimes far too much… shame on me I know but I’m on top of my work and fulfil my commitments and they don’t pay me enough to go above and beyond, I’m also mostly in charge at work so no one is gonna tell me off either 😏 )

I write when I should be doing other things, read so much less than I used to and ignore 80% of dull household activities to prioritise the words. I write on my phone and iPad so it can come with me wherever I go and spare moments are dedicated to some editing or writing.

Ideas hit me while I’m driving and I’ll get key moments or fix a plot issue while I’m driving to work then have to hold onto it until I can find a pen! Not always easy! Sometimes I scribbles down ideas that hit me non sequentially so I can add them later - this leads to the odd incoherent email to myself if the idea hits in the middle of the night. 😳

I do tend to write in order ,usually heading towards that ending I’m already vaguely seeing. I write with chapters in mind and the length I want for them. GKSP and TLATF I was aiming for 10k. Author Buck I’m aiming for around 5 ish. The Pern ones esp the first one is much more erratic because I really didn’t have a plan there!

I write for a while then I’ll come back and read what I’ve written for that chapter from the start tweaking it and then carrying on further.

I read and read each chapt a lot!! A lot! And tweaks happen right to the last minute.

I work well under pressure, better maybe! I was writing 10k of chapter a week for shifter fic for the last 4weeks cos I’d caught up with myself! Was a bit stressful I’ll admit that but good too.

I started publishing author!buck for that reason, it had been sitting around for a year with maybe 20k/30k written and I thought the only way to drive it and me on was to start sharing. I will not let you all down once I start sharing,

Got really weird towards end of GKSP actually because I was worried I’d mysteriously die before I shared it all! Had several contingency plans in place to make sure the basic plot got shared! Strange little spot that I am!

Depression/burn out helped me too during the second year of writing. Writing was literally all I wanted to do so i dedicated all my spare time to it. When I went on meds some of the ideas slowed down which i didn’t like much at all! I was worried for a while but things settled down again, I don’t have as many wips anymore which might have something to do with that. Tend to write one fic at a time now. Kinda … unless inspiration hits!

Anyway that’s my story, not sure it helps in anyway and it got long so if you’re still reading this, well done and thanks.

Oh and a lot of cups tea have been sacrificed along the way… just looked up and another one’s gone cold 😉

[annoyingttt]

Hi, i hope you have a good day;)

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you (if you're want it😳👉👈🥰😳🥰)

Omg hello this is my first ask ever <ЗЗЗ So!!! 1. Fanfiction. I'm no writer but I love reading it!!! There are such INSANELY talented people out there, writing for my favourite fandoms, and isn't that a miracle? Thank youuuu my favourite authors, you know who you are <З 2. Media! Fanfiction kinda hinges on this point too but who cares. I've been identifying myself through my media since I was in 5th grade, and while it's important not to take it too far, there is a handful of games and movies and cartoons and other media types that lie in the foundation of my soul. I think I can survive a lot of things, but not being separated from my stories!!! I cradle them all in my arms and tuck them away into the coziest corners of my head for safekeeping <3 3. Sunshine! Nothing can be all that bad if the sun is shining. My city doesn't get all that much sunlight, but whenever I see the blue sky and the fluffy clouds and the green trees and everything is so beautiful <З 4. My room! It's quite sizeable and has huge walls, and every bit of those walls (except for everything that's over the 2 meter mark, I can't reach there) is covered with the things I stuck up there! There's a ton of my friends' drawings over the years, plenty of my own art, dried leaves, small knicknacks, stickers, pendants, postcards, photos, various memorabilia that I've been collecting my whole life. My life's story could be told through the walls alone, but I have so much more stuff here. My friends jokingly offer to open a Museum of Me here and charge for entrance. I love showing my new friends my room and telling them trivia about the stuff there! 5. My little sisters! We're not actually related, they're just my couple-of-years-younger friends, but one I've known since we were both kids and the other I've met a year ago when I was working in a summer camp. Being a meaningful influence in a younger person's life and being able to help them figure things out that I wish I had help with when I was their age is so important to me. I was never truly close with anyone from my biological family aside from my mother, but they show me that I'm not lost on the concept after all. The love I feel for them is immeasurable!

[kitkatt0430]

not quite an assumption but i am terrified of you how do you find the motivation (and TIME) to write as much as you do + with the quality you do???

I admit... sometime i write during work hours, something made easier because I can just work from home with my home laptop setup on one side of my L-shaped desk setup and my work laptop on the other.

While code is compiling or during a tea break I can write a few sentences or a few paragraphs or do a little editing. I don't write during work often, but on a slow day I can sometimes get a lot done on a fic. (I'm more likely to read or play music off my plex server, but writing is an option I enjoy having available.)

But overall I'm just a fast touch-typist. Slowed a bit recently by my switch to one of those split design ergonomic keyboards for my home office setup. Because, uh... I gave myself some very mild carpal tunnel symptoms this year presumably primarily from my typing. Though I think a few other things contributed. (Thankfully my wrist brace for sleeping in has largely cleared up the worst of my symptoms. No surgery needed!!!) So perhaps I should be viewing my own amount of output fic-wise to be a bit scary too. 😳

I'm not totally sure where my motivation to write comes from, exactly. Sometimes a fic idea comes to me and my imagination spins it like a microwaved plate enough times that I just have to write it. Because it's funny and I want to share or it's serious and it feels like I need to tell it or because my fingers just have to type it out so that it'll stop spinning in my brain. I think some of that is potentially ADHD related, tbh.

Honestly, every year I look back on how much fic I've written and go no??? I didn't write that much. Did I? Obviously I did but... wow. O_O Sometimes I focus so much on the fics that I haven't written, like series continuations, that I forget just how much I have actually completed and posted and that i should be proud of that work. I've really liked things such as the Ao3 Wrapped and other finished fic ask games here on Tumblr that remind me to look back and be happy about everything I've accomplished.

As for the fic quality... I have been writing fanfic since I was very young. The first fanfics I wrote were entirely for my own enjoyment when Star Trek Voyager was first airing. I still regret those fics were lost when the computer crashed. Though I also wrote a lot of plot ideas and story intros to those ideas in various notebooks at that age too, with homages to Snoopy's 'A dark and stormy night' type intros and influence from whatever I was reading at the time. Those are lost too, but all of it taught me things along the way about what worked for me and what didn't and how to improve my spelling and grammar. (Though re-reading my own fics is, to this day, an exercise in patience every time I find a minor error.)

So I owe my writing style and fic quality today to eight-year-old me who saw herself a bit in Naomi Wildman while playing imagination games. To my eleven(twelve???)-year-old self who identified with feeling like the odd one out the way Seven of Nine did and started writing my own stories about her as result and who didn't give up writing when my hand-me-down computer crashed only a few months after it was moved into my room, taking with it all the writing I'd saved. To my fourteen-year-old self who fell in love with reading fanfic and my sixteen-year-old self who tried to break out of the internalized misogyny and queerphobia with my writing despite not even realizing I had those things inside of me. To my college age self who didn't let busy schedules and calculus (ew) stop me from making time for my writing.... to every version of me I've been along the way who kept writing and improving my technique, often without even realizing that's what i was doing.

I'm thirty-five now, so my writing ability has had a lot of time to grow. But really, that's all my fic quality comes down to. All the time I've spent over the years telling lots of stories.

[kur0m1sblog]

Hi! First…I absolutly love your NSFW Thrax Headcanons!! So hot! Just seeing thrax content makes me so glad! ☺️

I got a request! Can you write a scenario or headcanons (HCs) abt: if the reader decide to leave after thrax and the reader slept together, but thrax wont let them leave 😳

I love if things gets heated and there are a bit of angst 😳.

Thanks in advance if you want to take this request!!

Don’t Leave Yet.

Thrax X Female! White Blood Cell! Reader

SUMMARY: You and Thrax met at the club last night and became intimate in your bedroom. You only thought it was gonna be a one night stand, but he decided to make it clear he didn’t want it to be.

WARNINGS: Groping, Grinding against one another, having sex, Thrax being called “Daddy”, rough sex, P in V, oral (F & M receiving and giving), manipulating somewhat, & etc.

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You’re first time at a club, and you didn’t expect you’d be have to be dealing with this. Let’s rewind.

THE ZIT - 9:45 PM

You had just arrived at a club you’ve never been to, and you’re first club. You’d never been to a club, and for some reason you wanted tonight to be the night you did. You enter the club to be hit with flashing lights, screaming, singing, germs dancing all over the place, wearing revealing clothing. But who were you to judge, you looked like you were a scarlet woman. You were wearing a short body-con dress, and it was unusually shorter than it was supposed to be. You were even surprised they let you in too! They never let White Blood Cells in, they had a sign outside in bold letters stating that. But all the bouncer had to do was look you up and down, and smirk.

You automatically found yourself in the middle of the dance floor, dancing to the music. You didn’t even realize everyone was staring at you, but of course they were. You were a white blood cell, in a short dress, makeup, hair done, dancing in a club only meant for germs. You had your eyes closed, and you were swaying your hips, touching your body, and not paying attention to anything but your movements and the music.

Then you and me can rock a bell, you can ring my bell, ring my bell

Sooner or later you opened your eyes because the music stopped and another song started playing, one that wasn’t your taste. And when you saw everyone looking at you, you somewhat felt embarrassed. You quickly shoved through crowds trying to get to the bar area, and you did.

You went and sat on the barstool, adjusting your dress. And looking up at the bartender, who was looking at your cleavage. You cleared your throat to let him know you knew he was looking, and that made him look and clear his throat too, “trying” to look professional.

“Hi, uhm what type of drinks do you have? Maybe a cocktail?” You said politely smiling at him.

“Yeah sure.” He responded with. While he was making your cocktail, you felt something warm near your hip.

“Put it on my tab.” A silky voice spoke behind you. When you turned around you weren’t expecting for a hot looking germ? behind you. He didn’t really look like a germ because germs didn’t have a sharp jawline or nice dreads, or look attractive in general. He was wearing a dark gray turtle neck, black pants and Trenchcoat, and had a pair of glowing yellow eyes.

“Oh. Y-you don’t have to.” I say still looking at him with awe. I guess he noticied you staring because now he smirked at you, which made you look like a red blood cell instead of a blue one.

“It’s okay baby,” he sits on the barstool next to you, the music still blasting in your ears. “so, I saw you earlier on the dance floor. You got some moves, hm?” He says smirking at you.

“Huh? Oh yeah, kinda lost myself in the music y’know.” You say chuckling a little and getting your drink. It didn’t look appetizing, but you still drank it since this random guy got it for you.

“Maybe after this, wanna go back on the dance floor? With me?” He asks smirking at you.

You were thinking about it and debating, should you though, I mean this guy just bought you a drink, clear sign of wanting to flirt. And he’s really attractive for whatever he is you guess. Also you wouldn’t mind letting him shoot his shot.

“Sure, I’d love to.” You say finished up your drink.

After prancing in the crowd and through the crowd of germs, you both enter the center of it and start dancing together, his gentle but dangerous hands gripping onto your hips. You notice this and started getting a little red from the sudden gesture, you don’t mind though, his hands feel nice on you. They feel as though they’re supposed to be there, it feels..nice. After this you wrap your arms around his neck and gently lay your head on his chest, he feels warm and nice, you softly smile at the warmness of him. He takes notice to this and press you more against him, almost as if both of you are basically hugging.

“Look doll, would you maybe wanna get out of here?” He says lifting your chin, and rubbing the small of your back.

“I-I, sure yeah uhm okay. Where though..?” You ask clearly knowing what he’s asking for, but where would you two go. What if he says an alley, oh god that be horrible..

“My house maybe?” Showing a teethy grin to you, you accept and you two walk to the entrance of the club hand in hand, you could feel the excitement growing in your panties. You were actually pretty excited, you were literally about to get fucked by an actual germ? but an attractive one. That turned you on badly, making your way to his car, he had a pretty nice car.

Making his was to the passenger’s side of the car he opens it for you and smiles nicely at you. “Here love.”

“Thank you..” You say clearly flustered, a man has never opened the door for you, but you got and the car and put your buckle on. You wait patiently for him to go into the driver’s side, he opens his car door and starts the car. “Would you like the heater on, Dear?”

“Uhm, sure okay yeah..” Swallowing back your anxiety, you lightly couch into a fisted hand and look out the car window. In a minute or two you can feel the warmth surrounding your body, comfort feeling you, he lays a hand in your thigh and warms it into small circles and shapes. You look down at his hand and blush at the sight on his fingers, rubbing designs on your plush thigh. “You wouldn’t mind me asking your name, would you..?”

“No I wouldn’t, it’s Thrax. Your’s?” He says looking at you from the side as he pulls up into a driveway of a red-bricked apartment, gets out of his seat and slams his car door before you could finish what you were going to say. As he opened your door, you said your name. “y/n.” You say smiling up at him, there was something about the way you said it, or your tone, but he knew he hoped you were ready for this long night..

THRAX’S APARTMENT - 10:17 PM

He barged into his living room then apartment, your legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and one of his strong arms holding you up as he opens his door’s room, his mouth still connected to your sweet tasting neck, the sounds of your moans spilling out your mouth and you squirm under him. Throwing you onto the bed you bounced a couple of times due to your light weight and looked up at him locking the door, and throwing off his coat and quickly walking over to the bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him. You gasp at the gesture as he also grips on your thighs and sits you up, “You wouldn’t mind me eating you out now would you..?” He asks, raising his eyebrows up at you. “Uhm, what about you though?” You say cupping one of his cheeks, rubbing your thumb up and down and batting your lashes at him..

“Hmm that’s right, I didn’t think about me. Why don’t you take off your clothes and we’ll figure that out now m’kay?” He says getting up from his knees and undressing. Following his suggestion, you take you’re heels off, then goes off your dress. Nothing left covering you except for your burgundy bra and panties, sitting on the bed covering your body as he finishes undressing as well. He gets on the bed and lays down resting his arms under his head, “So are you just going to sit there or what?” He says looking up slightly, he sees you getting flustered and crawling closer to him. “Thrax, silly thing is I don’t know what you want me to do.” You say sending him a sweet, sweet smile and biting down on your lip nervously. “What do you mean, have you ever had sex..?” He say sitting up fully and looking at you in complete awe. “Uhhhhh, funny thing is I haven’t actually. I didn’t expect for this series of events to happen so yeah..”

He smirks and simply says, “Good to know I’m you’re first, now let me show you some stuff, sugartits.” You blush at the name he’s labeled you as, “Sugartits”, and crawl closer to him and blink naively at him. “Take you panties and bra off, then sit on my face okay?” “Uh- okay then.” You say as you take your panties off, slick disconnecting from your wet area to panties and breaking apart smoothly. He sees this and smirks to himself, making this little thing boost his ego all the way to the top. Taking your bra off was a little difficult, you tried taking it off from the back and it wouldn’t work. “Thrax, would you mind unclipping this for me?” You say looking back at him. In his point of view, your ass is connected to your feet, and looking back at him was the cherry on top, it just made you even hotter. “Sure thing, doll.” He says smiling up at you, and unclipping it in one go. Seeing it fall down your arms made him but his lip, he wanted what was on your chest to be in his mouth. From the looks of your chest actually and from when the two of you were at the club, it seemed as though you had a nice pair of cherries on you. He shows you a motion with his finger, one that’s asking for you to spin around so he could see your pretty chest. You spin around and he wouldn’t believe it, you had the nicest pair of tits on you, perfect ones he hasn’t seen in a while.

“Mmm how pretty are those tits of yours are?” He says swiftly grabbing them and getting a loud gasp out of your mouth, he rubs his thumbs over your nipples, teasing you. “Here, come here and sit on my face okay.” He say laying back down. “But you won’t be able to breath.” You say getting concerned. You’d never done this before to say the least and you weren’t sure how “sitting on his face” is and how it’s supposed to work out.

[bluemallow-log]

LH Witch Hunt AU for the wip game??

OMG! Hi!!!

I didn't expect someone would ask me about my WIP, particularly that one 😳😳😳

Well, just like the name suggests, it's a Levihan story that is set during the mass hysteria of witch-hunting in the Middle Ages.

I think I was inspired after watching season 2 of A Discovery of Witches TV Series, so this idea has been in my draft for quite some time (the document itself dates back to January 2021).

So, what is this AU about?

(I will explain my ideas in bullet points to make them more organised)

At first, I wanted to set the story in a fantastical medieval era, with Levi as a witch hunter and Hange as a witch. I even made a freaking detailed lore for the world LMAO (from the world-building to the power system). I took a lot of details from the canon story and modified them by adding some elements of magic and witchcraft.

However, after many hours of thinking and doing some research, I decided to forgo the fantasy element entirely. I was thinking of approaching the story more realistically. Since the history of witch hunting is very closely related to how society viewed women and religion back then, I found myself more interested in exploring those themes (women who do not fit the standard and blind trust in religion).

The story still sets in middle age, but I still don't know which decade precisely.

Levi is a witch hunter, and I was thinking that he's part of some special force in the kingdom that specialises in witch hunting.

Hange is just an ordinary young woman who lives alone in the woods. She works as an apothecary in the town.

I decided to make Miche and Hange half-siblings here (I was inspired by Isayama who originally wanted to make them related). I just think it would offer me an interesting opportunity to explore their relationship.

Miche is a witch hunter as well, he works with Levi (and Erwin). However, in my head, he's pretty secretive with his personal life, so both Levi and Erwin are not aware that Miche has a younger sister (Hange)

The first chapter will go something like this: Levi and Erwin are lost in the woods, it is already dark so they are thinking of waiting (camping) until sunrise. But then they find a small cottage and decide to ask whether they can stay for the night.

That's where Levi (and Erwin) meet Hange for the first time

Since Hange lives alone, has various herbs around her cottage, owns two cats, and acts quite "eccentric", perhaps it makes both Levi and Erwin a bit suspicious of her

Anyway, somewhere down the line, Hange will be accused as a witch and she will be forced to take an unfair trial (which will lead her to be burned alive).

I think, by that point, Levi who is already fond of her (they have become quite close), will be helpless. I still don't know for sure, but maybe he is in a dilemma, like he feels both anger (thinking that he was "bewitched" by her) and also pity (he can't stand seeing her being tortured). Also, deep down, I think he does not want to believe that she's a witch

Perhaps Levi will experience intense inner turmoil. Questioning all the things that he was taught as right + maybe his hatred/trauma toward all the witches.

He wants to save her but what if she's actually a witch? 😫

I thought it would be interesting if Miche is against the idea of Levi and Hange being close? I still have no clear idea what's the reason, but I want to write a somehow tense dynamic between Miche and Levi :3

I also think that Miche will try so hard to prove that Hange is innocent (even though it will cost him his position in the kingdom). However, Hange does not want to drag him into this, so maybe she will somehow sacrifice herself to protect Miche.

The main pairing in this story will be Levihan (duh), but I also want to explore Miche and Nanaba's relationship, so MicheNana will be the secondary pairing (originally, I made Nanaba a servant in the palace, but I probably gonna change it).

Maybe there will be other pairings, but I'm still not sure. In my old draft (the fantasy one), I included Yumihisu and Aruani (but idk whether I will include them in the new story, I don't even know if I will include the 104th kids).

The idea is still very raw and messy. I haven't even done anything to this story for years. However, I do want to explore this idea in the future. So, perhaps I will revisit this again later :)

Also, because I was extra af, I made a map for this story HAHA (please excuse the poor graphic)

Apparently, I also saved some medieval clothing references (what can I say, I love fashion and I love history)

So yeah, I guess that's all :D

Sorry for the long-ass answer (I couldn't stop myself from info dumping XD). If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

Anyway, thank you for asking me about this idea of mine! I actually really adore this idea and so I'm happy that I get to yap about this HAHA. I really appreciate it :D

Have a nice day!! 💖💖💖

[storm-breaker7]

I wondering if you can do a Crosshair Cowboy X Female Reader. Crosshair Outlaw and the reader is a singer at a bar he goes to and he falls in love with her.

Fr kicking my legs and giggling 🤭

Second Round of Whiskey

Summary: After a night of drinking and singing, your drunken self gets taken home by an odd man.

Warnings: pet names, swearing, guns, knives, alcohol, smoking,

A/n: The picture isn't mine. Got it off Pinterest and it belongs to @shyranno do check them out (thank you for reminding me those 2 ppl in the comments). I'm sorry I took forever to finish this, I got the rona and English is a pain. (don't come after me. I know that ppl were broke in the 1850s but... this is my fic >:I)

Edit: Omg- this is my first time writing for crosshair and I was not expecting it to go this well! I can't believe I got this much praise in like 2 hours... Like 😳 you silly goofy crosshair simps this up, what am I saying 🤭 thank you again guys ❤️‍🩹

The wind howls outside but inside the saloon is buzzing with life. The piano practically playing itself, My guitar along with it. Even when the saloons swinging doors collided with the wood behind it, everyone still sang and danced, to sloshed to notice.

Seven figures entered, one miniature and one towering. All of them shuffled past the drunk crowd and took a booth for themselves.

The cool night air drifted in, and everyone hollered as the song ended. There was a pause as me and the pianist figured out the next song. Many of the customers drifted off to find themselves another drink before the next song.

My eyes drifted around as I took a long sip from my glass of water. I locked my eyes with one of the figures that entered just a minute ago. He was a bit lanky but certainly hotter than many of the men that were in this saloon.

I cleared my throat and waited for the piano to start playing. Slowly I joined in, my voice echoing in the large saloon. As the hours passed, many drunk men stumbled out of the saloon and as the night started to get lighter, everything calmed down.

I sighed and sipped away at my whiskey, zoning out. A chair beside me creaked on the hardwood floor and I glanced over to the oddly familiar man beside me.

"Your singing wasn't too bad" He spoke up from behind the brim of his glass. I hummed and smiled,

"I like to think that I'm not the worst out there."

He glanced at me, "Crosshair" I raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes, "M' name"

"Ah, had me lost there for a minute" I chuckled, "Nickname that became a name I'm guessing?"

"You could say that" He shrugged, staring at his golden liquor.

"Well... Crosshair," I pause and wave my hand slightly, my name falling from my loosened lips as I introduce myself. He repeated it and boy did it sound wonderful coming from him.

"'S a decent name" He mumbled, quickly downing the rest of his drink.

I giggled -my drinks only just starting to kick- taking another sip of my whiskey, "Where are your friends anyway?"

"What?" He asked sharply, prickling like an angry cat.

"Coulda Sworn they left a while back... why? They leave ya here?" I continue, slumping against him. I threw the last bit of my whiskey down and fumbled as I put the glass down.

He sighed plucking the coin out of my hand before I could even call for another drink. "You've had enough, doll, let's get you out of here."

In a blur I'm back in my room blinking away sleep only to feel a big headache strike me. I groan and fall against my bed again. A few loud bangs echo through the halls of my house and I shoot up out of the bed. Hushed and muffled voices argue from somewhere downstairs.

Much to my regret, the pounding in my head returns but I push it to the side, grabbing my knife as I creep down my stairs. I raise my hand as I whip into my kitchen only to find a barrel of a revolver pointed at my nose.

As soon as it was there it was gone, and I dragged my gaze up from the revolver and to the towering figures crowded in my kitchen. "Who the fuck are you?" I wave my knife toward the men and then hold my gaze on the lean man, 'Crosshair', whom I met last night.

"You let us in" He spoke up, hooking his thumbs on his gun belt.

I rubbed my head, my knife lowering to my side, "I barely remember anything after my second round of whiskey..."

Crosshair hummed, his gaze lowering for a moment, "Well in that case we need introductions... again."

A toothpick rolled his mouth as his brothers each introduced themselves before a girl no older than thirteen came out from behind 'Wrecker' and introduced herself as 'Omega'.

I place the knife on my wooden countertop and pull out a smoke from the opened pack. The flick of a match sounded, in amongst the chatter & banter from the others, appearing in front of the smoke.

Our gazes locked and I gave Crosshair a thankful dip of my head, trying to keep eye contact as I- he lights the smoke. I break our staring contest, seemingly crumbling under his gaze.

I take a deep drag of the smoke, breathing it out my nose as I turn to everyone else. "I'll make breakfast" I announce, shooing them out of the kitchen. I B-line for the cupboard, grabbing the wrapped-up meats and grabbing seven eggs. "Can you start the stove for me?" I ask and hear an audible sigh before his boots clacked on the wood floors.

For the next half hour, I prepared food with Crosshair hovering over my shoulder, my smoke long gone. I hand a few wooden plates to Crosshair and carry the rest out, sending him a thankful smile.

"Ooh," Wrecker started up, "What smells nice?"

"Grandmas recipe" I chime happily, placing plates in front of the others as I go around the table. I handed a plate to Omega, who excitedly took the plate, then tech who smiled up at me as he took the plate gracefully.

Hunter was the first to start and he groaned, taking a moment to compose himself. The others almost had the same reaction, Wrecker almost chocked on the food as he stuffed his face full.

"What is this? It's the best meal I've had..." Tech spoke up a while everything calmed down,

"Oh, it's just some bacon, eggs and a bit of beef sausages. Not the fanciest thing to exist." I shrug, barely noticing Techs' eyes shift to behind me then back to my eyes once again.

I put another forkful in my mouth and continued to chat with Tech. I still could sense my 'shadow' behind me as him and Hunter had some brotherly banter.

The liveliness of the house died down after everyone started to wonder around my house and Hunter decided to check out my barn. Crosshair was still on my porch, leaning on one of the beams as he watched everything pass by.

I smiled and stopped next to him, leaning over the railing. "...Is my cooking not to bad?" I ask, sparing a glance at him.

He hums, flicking the toothpick from one side to the other, and smirked, "I like to think it's not the worst,"

and thats how i met your father

again you poor thing im sorry it took so long for me to reply its just that assessments are at my throat. sorry bbg

[denthetrickster]

Hunter x Hunter + Marvel Crossover Idea

I was just in the car for hours listening to music and came up with wildest crossover ever. Hunter x Hunter and Marvel.

Specifically a story focused on Kikyo Zoldyck and her having amensia upon arrival in the MCU, but is found by a college student who immediately takes her to the hospital and with no one claiming her, they essentially decide to assist her and house her etc. Kikyo is still herself, so she has a lot of her regular tendencies just toned down a bit. Everything in this world is new to her but of course, you could blame that on her literally being from HxH or her amenisa. Though some things are familiar to her but let's just say stuff that she probably never tried or put herself around, in her world, she would be experiencing what said thing is for the first time.

- so mild amount of original characters but also the introduction of actual canon marvel characters into her life, the first will essentially be those present in Iron Man 1 (for now) as to why or how I rather keep that to myself until I plan to write this-

- with this story, I had a lot of found family aspect, as well as bonding, and just her understanding or trying to find herself while memories hit every now and then. As well as old and current tendencies keep rising up in her current and new life. Her memories are not completely lost to her just blurry but she always has a feeling on them. So like if someone asked her if she was single, she'd be hesitant to reply because she has a feeling she loved- or loves- someone but she can't recall who.

- the Zoldyck family will return sooner rather than later in her life and would have to deal with their mother and her sort of new personality and way of living. She's still herself but definitely not the same one they always new.

- Kikyo essentially realizing she was a shitty mother in a way. She feels very complex about herself but don't get this twisted. She also understands her purpose as a Zoldyck and their job so while her feelings are complex about it she has also come to an understanding. Basically "Murder is fine, if your getting paid." - Kikyo. Her words not mine. (her assassin and just overall violent tendencies are another thing that would be important to the story and would pop up) And of course that could've been said better 💀 I'll writer her better when I actually start writing this fanfic.

- if I write this fanfic, you could essentially summarize it as, Kikyo becoming the badass maternal figure we've always wanted. Yes, she's "adopting" some people from mcu- in a way. Kikyo is a mom at heart- so expect her to start treating someone like her child (probably can be blamed on the fact that she feels maternal because she is a mom but can't recall if she has children and so she proceeds to become a mom to someone else because it just seems right to her)

- also expect Silva/Kikyo (duh), Hisoka/Illumi (I'm not sorry), and people realizing SHE IS A MILF 😳- (when they meet Silva they don't know whose more lucky- Silva or Kikyo)

[sharkpupsblog]

😈 Brand New Person ‼️ PART (2/6) Anne’s grief.

A Dark Riders and Dark Rider! Aideen! GN! Reader fanfic!

my app is still messed up so I’m back to posting on the browser 💀 pls help this is so bad . 😭😭😭 also… do u guys want . The angsty ending … or the REALLY angsty ending… 😳😳😳 I have two planned out sadly they r . Both bad but one isn’t as bad as the other 😭!!! This part is from Anne’s pov and this is the first time I have really written anything with her so it might be ooc??? 💔💔💔 also did the grammar by myself again I think I might be getting better? Idk 😭 english is . Hard . Anyways ty guys for u patience!! Enjoy the silly next part and do let me know if u want the bad ending or the really bad ending ❤️😋

Summary: while Anne thinks and grieves a Dark Rider starts trouble. Warnings: writing about d3ath, memories of someone passing, talks of explosion and d3ath caused by it, and mentions of wanting to v0mit.

Anne was growing anxious. The Dark Riders were giving her and her friends more trouble. They had been showing up more than usual all around Jorvik. No place was safe anymore the Dark Riders were wreaking havoc anywhere they could with no care in the world for the hurt they were causing. They weren’t holding back anymore they were more dangerous than before, and this was worrying Anne. The danger of the Dark Riders worried her, but there was another thing that was making her anxious… Rumors. Anne and her friends were hearing rumors of a new rider on Sands team. No one could provide a description of the rider or their horse, so Linda called it a rumor. She said that the Dark Riders were most likely trying to further scare everyone, so they spread a rumor around to do so. Everyone calmed thanks to Linda’s words, and they ignored the rumor. As Anne tried to think about what to do about the Dark Riders the feeling of worry went away. It was replaced by a deep sadness. You occupied her thoughts now… Ever since your death the team was a bit messy. You always knew what to do always helping with plans, and carrying them out. Anne was a bit lost without you. everyone was lost without your plans and the stability you brought to the team. Your loss deeply impacted everyone specially Anne. The woman felt guilty because she never told you just how much you meant to her. She deeply appreciated your plans and the way you helped bring the team back together again you were a good friend, and she never told you. She wished you were here she really needed you here. Guilt slowly took over Anne’s mind. Before it could finish its takeover on the woman’s brain her phone rang. Anne’s phone buzzed and moved across her vanity as a call flashed across the screen. She picked her phone up answering the call it was from Linda. As soon as Anne answered Linda spoke and she sounded scared. All Anne needed to hear to get moving was Goldenhills, forest, fire and Sabine. She told Linda she would be there soon, and she hung up quickly getting ready to leave home and ride to Goldenhills.

Blondie galloped through Silverglade Manor her ears perking up as she heard “hey!” and “watch out!” as she and Concorde ran through the stables. The mare wasn’t sure why her rider was in such a hurry and neither was the foal. She huffed shaking her head as she ran through the vineyard then down the path to the arena. Was her rider late to a competition at the arena? Is that why she wanted to gallop? Blondie neighed as she passed through the riding hall and the arena confused as to where her rider was going in such a hurry. Concorde had no questions she was happy to run. Soon they were in Goldenhills and the mare stopped terrified when she saw the smoke coming from the forest. Concorde was excited she had no fear she was strong and brave she could put the fire out herself! Anne pat the mare trying to comfort her, so she could ride closer to the forest. The thoroughbred refused to go further, so Anne left her at the care of Jasper. The man was not happy about having to play horse sitter, or to let Anne go into the forest he hoped the girl knew what she was doing. Anne also left a very unhappy Concorde behind with Blondie. The foal was ready to be a hero and save the forest, but her owner didn’t allow it, so she was upset. Anne ran the rest of the way to the forest going as fast as she could. She saw her friends gathered near the entrance of the forest they all looked like they were deep in thought. Their horses were further away all gathered together ready to help. “What happened?!” Anne yelled from where she was making everyone look to her. Lisa spoke “Sabine set fire to the forest!” Anne was still a bit far, so Lisa had to yell. “The rangers are on their way here!” Lisa watched as Anne got closer “and we’re trying to find out if Sabine is still in there!” Anne got to where everyone was when Lisa finished her sentence, and she huffed as she tried to catch her breath. Linda caught Anne up on everything that had happened while Anne tried to catch her breath. She told the leader that before the fire got worse, they managed to get all the animals out, and that the plan was to try and find out if Sabine was still in the forest spreading the fire while they waited for the rangers to come put it out. “I don’t think she’s still in there” Alex looked to the forest “I didn’t see her while getting the animals out.” Anne’s brows furrowed as she thought about what to do “spread out” she said looking at the forest with Alex. “We can find out faster if Sabine is still in there by spreading out” the plan was dangerous, but Anne needed this to be done quickly “stay far from the fire.” She looked to everyone, and it was clear the leader was unsure, but her team pushed away any negative feelings they had about the plan, and they went to look for Sabine. Anne went up the path leading to the broken stone bridge. At the bridge she looked over the edge seeing the forest. She was right above it and from her high point she could see the fire was not as big as she thought. Hopefully, it would stay small, so the rangers could put it out quick. The woman also felt bad for Emma all her jumps were in there she hoped they could be salvaged. As Anne continued looking she realized the fire was following the way the course went. It looked as if it were mapping out the jumps, and she wondered if Sabine was out there doing them.

The idea was silly Anne couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her. She then felt bad for laughing at the situation so she cleared her throat feeling awkward. Anne realized another thing, the path was perfectly mapped out as if Sabine had gone through it before, but there was no way she had? As Anne tried to think of an explanation, she saw the rangers come into the forest quickly getting to work on putting out the fire. The woman sighed relieved as she watched the fire be put out, she knew she could relax the forest would be okay and the animals were safe. The leader continued to watch as the fire was put out, and as she watched the forest, she could see blurs of color show through the gaps of the golden leaves in the trees. She narrowed her eyes leaning over the edge a bit to see who was riding through… Was it a ranger? More colors followed the others… Black, red and gold. It did not take long for Anne to worry as she realized Sabine had still been in the forest. She looked like she was leaving, so there was nothing to worry about now the Dark Rider wouldn’t cause any more trouble. As the blurs raced through the forest Anne moved to the other side of the bridge ready to see who Sabine was riding with. The leader waited a few seconds, and she saw the first blur come out from under the bridge. A familiar horse slid to a stop shaking their head. The horse turned and Anne could not remember from where she had seen it before. She couldn’t see the face on the rider due to it being covered by their hair. Sabine came riding out of the forest, and Anne could see her speaking, but could not hear what she was saying. The Dark Rider suddenly tensed, and she started looking around. Her eyes eventually landed on Anne on the bridge. The Soul Rider narrowed her eyes at Sabine ready for a fight should Sabine try to start one. The rider with her looked up to where Sabine was looking, and Anne’s expression went from angry to horrified as she finally saw who the other rider was. The woman huffed she wanted to throw up she covered her mouth stepping away from the edge. She sat down leaning against the other side of the bridge as fear hit her. Her heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as the memories of the day you died came flooding into her mind. She could see the explosion clearly, she felt like she was in the valley again. She could see your body on the ice but… You were here. You were on your horse riding with Sabine this had to be a sick joke the Dark Rider was playing. You were dead she saw your body she saw the explosion. She could not deny what she saw that day she couldn’t tell herself that somehow you had lived. She saw you, she saw that you weren’t breathing, she was at your funeral you were dead, and no one could deny it.

Anne needed to move she needed to tell the others about you and Sabine, but she couldn’t move fear was keeping her seated. She felt as if her bones had been locked in place. Her brain was saying ‘go!’, ‘run!’, and ‘get away!’ but even with all of these thoughts she couldn’t move. She could hear a horse coming her way she managed to glance to where the noise was coming from seeing you riding to her. Anne felt her body release… Her brain screamed ‘GO!’ at her making her quickly get up, and run to the other end of the bridge. Time felt as it had slowed down while Anne was panicking, but now that she was up and running it all rushed back to normal. Her heart continued to try and burst out of her chest  adrenaline pushing her to go further. Anne ran faster than she did to get to the forest. She wasn’t sure why she was running from you maybe you were still her friend?  As much as she would like to stop, and ask you she also knew you could be an illusion. Stopping could be a death sentence, and her whole body had a bad feeling about you, so she ran only looking forwards. The Soul Rider could see her friends standing on the other side of the forest. She tried to run faster trying to get to her team the leader wished she had Blondie to get to her friends quicker. She could hear neighs behind her, and she came to a quick stop as a horse rushed in front of her. Your horse blocked her from running further, and you glared down at her. Anne didn’t know what to do she was frozen in place again. Her memories took over her again, but only for a few seconds. She gasped coming out of her memories and back to the current moment thanks to something hitting her chest. The woman fell letting out a huff as she landed on her back, she bit her lip holding back a scream of pain. You kicked her and you kicked her hard wanting to make her fall down, or at least get air knocked out of her lungs. The woman managed to prop herself up on her elbows watching as you dismounted, and walked over to her. She tried to breathe, but her chest hurt it did not allow her to take a breath. “It’s nice to see you again Anne” you smiled at her again, balling your hand up into a fist. Your voice was the same there was no way you were an illusion you were really here alive, and standing in front of her. The Soul Rider had so many questions she would have tried to speak to you she would have asked you ‘why are you doing this!? How are you here?!’ but she was stopped by your fist coming right at her. 

TY FOR READING! ❤️ I wrote more than I thought for this part 😭 on what I use to write it looks like so little but on tumblr its soooo much.

[just-jordie-things]

your writing is so so good do u have any tips? hope u have a great day! ^^

i’ve never been asked this before! i had to think about it!

a biggie take your time finding your style- as you can see on my masterlist i have a looot of shit on there from years of writing fanfic and experimenting. getting out of my comfort zone can be kinda hard for me personally, but with writing it was so worth it bc you can really see a metamorphosis there of when i was writing just to write and when i was writing with a drive.

don’t be afraid to ignore the rules of grammar. run on sentences are beautiful. i’ve found that especially so when the plot is driven by someone’s stream of consciousness as though they’re narrating it. thoughts are messy, they’re long and sometimes awkward and there’s no such thing as grammar in your mind !! of course spelling and punctuation are important and i’d recommend editing tho (idk her 😳) but get creative with it!!

thesaurus.com is my bestie 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i often find myself using a lot of the same words and i don’t want to bore readers with repetitiveness! and also it’s just an easy way to expand my vocabulary too. (in person i stammer and have the reach of a fourth grader lmfao so i always want my writing to be concise and make the reader feel exactly what i want them to with my language)

also something i’ve started doing recently !! when i’m away from my wip and daydream about it, i write it down right away! in my notes app or on sticky notes or even my hand hehe. sure if it’s a significant enough plot point i’ll probably remember… but there’s no time like the present!! i want A to look at B a little differently in that one quick scene? i want to make them eat something different for foreshadowing? little details like that can be huge in your writing !! something a reader might gloss over but then realize later it was all a part of a greater scheme?? yes. so take note of those thoughts and daydreams you have !! even if you don’t end up adding it to your work, it’s better than having a profound, fic changing idea that you forget before you get the chance to write it!

this one is simple but a biggie- think about what you would want to read. i’ve been trying to keep this in mind as of late, especially when writing longer pieces where i want to make y’all suffer. find new ways to build the tension in your plot. give us different points of view, give us an untrustworthy narrator that thinks they’ve got it all figured out. throw in extra conflict. fanfiction is the melting pot of whatever the fuck you want !! so go stupid go crazy and make it something you love, and you should be good to go!! not to be cheesy but as long as you love it then you’re solid. doing something you love over and over will naturally lead you through growth and finding your style. don’t be wrapped up in notes right away (yes it can be a bit of an issue on this app- but none of has have control over how people enjoy your work- so you might as well focus on enjoying it for yourself) because as long as you’re doing something you’re passionate about and sharing it with us, more people will soon flock to enjoy it with you <3

lastly i just enjoy making mini playlists for whatever i’m currently working on. they don’t have to correlate completely with your plot. sometimes the sound of a beat is good enough for me to throw it on. if it gets me excited and planning out scenes i haven’t gotten to yet then it’s good enough for me!! i will listen to the same song on repeat in the name of ✨vibes��� even if the words themselves have nothing to do with the plot i’m writing. that’s probably lazy basic advice but it works well for me and i love listening to music so !!

i hope this helps, and i wish you all kinds of luck as you explore this hobby for yourself !! it can be so freeing to get lost in your own work, and tbh sometimes i feel a little cringe about writing fanfiction but… i just adore it. it’s my favorite thing to do and when i think like that i stomp it down bc i’m proud of my work! i’m proud of how far i’ve come and i’m eager to see what i can push myself towards next!!!

happy writing, happy reading, and if you ever need more help i’m happy to do the best i can for ya! this goes for anyone, please always feel free to reach out even if you just want to talk brainrot. making friends thru this hobby is amazing bc like-interests are 💞🩷

xoxo ~ jordie

[zonerz]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by da bestie @a-problematic-writer for this !!!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

There's 14 atm!!!

What's your total AO3 word count?

Sitting at 569,356 rn :] thank u Answers LMAO 😭

What fandoms do you write for?

MCSM, Sonic, Kingdom Hearts, and anything that catches my fancy and eye in the meantime! Basically whatever! Also got some FF and Danganronpa peeking in :]

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Answers, Would You Like To Dance, MCSM Prompts/Drabbles, Demyx Drabbles oop-- 😳, Sonic and the Black Knight? More likeSonic and a Lot of Trauma

Do you respond to comments?

Yes all the time and all of them!!! I love interacting with readers and having conversations!!!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably the SatBK one LMAO sorry my beloved. Maybe I LIED HOW COULD I FORGET. ALVI. IT'S THIS ONE.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Im honestly not sure??? They all, despite having their angst, tend to end on some hopeful notes or some kinda resolution 🤔it's also kinda hard to judge tho bc a lot are just drabbles and little thought experiments for me :]

Do you get hate on fics?

I've had the pleasure of not yet encountering any!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not my thing! I can barely write two characters holding hands without feeling like a whore LMFAOOOOO

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not typically where I specialize!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of 😭👍

What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?

ANSWERS. MY GOD. I've been working on Answers since December of 2018 and she's still going and gonna be 5 years old soon which is CRAZYYYYYY 😭😭😭 That said, I wouldn't have it any other way and I'm still very excited for it and the future of it as I'm FINALLY getting into some of the meat of it that's been on the docket since 2018 :]

As for shortest, I'm pretty capable of getting a fairly long drabble out in just a few hours, so that'd probably be the shortest time I have.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not on Ao3!

What's your all-time favorite ship? From all fandoms?

I can't easily pick one but I do feel like Sonic and Shadow's dynamic has like. rewired my brain LMAO

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the Demyx Drabbles mentioned earlier. Mainly because they were a set of character explorations and a lot of my own ideas and thoughts have changed pretty drastically from when I started writing those, so I've lost the idea spark on that line of thinking. Im still COMPLETELY unwell about that little weirdo, but in a different flavor now

What are your writing strengths?

Character relationships, motives, and dialogue and maybe a bit of ilke??? Atmosphere????? I do my best to write it well at the very least!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action sequences are always a fucking bitch bro 😭 same with like physical descriptions and scenery--I don't know if it comes across like that but I always put in extra effort and time to refine these aspects before putting something out because I want them to be the best I can make them at the time 👍

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm open to it but personally would like to have a little familiarity with the language and its nuances myself before attempting too much lest I fall into the trap of like. Google translate ruining shit 😭

First fandom you wrote for?

Sonic!

Favorite fic you've written?

Answers is VERY much my pride and joy rn :] to me it's more than just an MCSM fic/continuation, it is 100% a love letter to MC as a whole which was just huge to me growing up. I've completely thrown myself into all corners of it's world and lore as well as throw in fun little references from things I loved over the years and done my best to stir them all together in a way that feels naturally cohesive, fun, and semi-realistic in a way that doesn't like snap a reader out of their suspension of disbelief! I want it to be engaging and natural and overall just a fun experience :] 💖

I can't think of anyone to tag rn (brain so so empty) so if anyone wants to take a stab at this go ahead!!! :]

[courtofmatchups]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get a matchup? I’m bi so any gender is fine. I use she/her pronouns as well. For personality I’m creative, introverted, and individualistic. Though I’m introverted, around my friends/when I’m comfortable I can be quite talkative and humorous. However, I definitely treasure my alone time the most. Im a very big homebody and can be very hermit introvert sometimes. As for bad traits, I am sometimes the worst pessimist when it comes to myself. I’ll be fine motivating others but then when it comes to me I live by the “be ready for the worst and you wont be disappointed” As for hobbies escaping to new worlds while reading books/comics, watching movies, and playing rpg video games. My favorite genres are fantasy and sci-fi, though I do love a good classic from time to time. Apart from that, I love working out. My interests on the other hand are art focused. I’m currently in art school working with mostly digital mediums, though I sometimes work with traditional. I love my practice and everything including, game, web and interaction design, video art and visual effects, 3D modeling and character design, and digital illustration. Sometimes I whip out graphite and ink. A list of random likes: coffee, chai tea, dark chocolate, rock/blues/jazz/80s pop/soundtrack music, cafe art shows, arcades, comic book stores, purple, thai/Indian/Chinese food, roller blading to classic rock, quality alone time. A random list of dislikes: people i am unfamiliar with and have to make small talk with, the biting cold, rain, non fiction, staying too close to reality and not being allowed to daydream/imagine/roam freely in my thoughts, physical touch, overly crowded areas. I think that’s it thank you!

It seems to me you've captured the heart of...

The Lone Flame:

Lance Ira

(A/N: WOW. This took forever to write. I had university assignments that are a higher priority for me 😳)

I hope you're into slow burn because this burn will be incredibly slow. It is worth it in the end, however, since he realizes how similar you are. You give off some major black cat energy, and I feel like Lance would quite appreciate that. He's also a bit introverted, so the first time you'd meet is during a class you're both basically conscripted into taking. You might laugh, but the way you'd actually get to know each other happens in the most "Wattpad" way possible: the two of you are paired up for a project kind of like what happens in his own route.

As he gets to know you, he takes more interest in what you're into. Of course, some of the more modern things you're into are a bit lost on him, but he's more than willing to hear about them. I headcanon that he also has an appreciation for art, so whatever artwork you'd make he'd absolutely adore. He may even ask you to draw him and Gruscha if you're okay with it. He'd even keep some of your pieces for himself.

If he does make it to Earth, I think he'd also like your more modern interests. Heck, I think he'd even do some of your favourite activities with you.

***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

(Earth AU because, why not?)

To say that the experience with your paramour on Earth was bizarre is putting it quite lightly. The ubiquitous nature of technology here is dizzying to him, much like magic was to you when you were unceremoniously thrown into Saligia. It took him a while to learn about the magicless world around him, but he managed in no time with your help.

Once he's got his footing on Earth, you took him to places you thought he'd enjoy: restaurants, parks, arcades, as well as some comic book stores. He quite enjoyed his time there, mostly because he was with you. Of course, he was still a bit lost, but he still enjoyed himself. His favourite activity was roller skating at an empty park with you.

You: All right, over there?

Lance: Yep. I must say, no matter how much I do this, I can never get enough of the thrill

You: Tell me about it. By the by, what do you think of my playlist?

Lance: I quite like it! It has all the classic rock songs you and I like, but it feels a bit different

You: That's because I made the playlist with the two of us in mind

Lance:

Lance: Hahaha! You're a precious one, you

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[brummiereader]

@runnning-outof-time I was so happy to see your writing in my notifications when I came on, K 😍!

Poor Y/N, all she wanted to do was enjoy a trip out to her favourite café. And instead of having a nice time she got harassed with nosy questions. The rest of her day ruined 😩.

Urgh, those three women were the epitome of irritating 😤. (Y/N) almost lost her appetite when she heard the direction their conversation was heading in. I found it incredibly rank how crude their remarks got with Y/N sitting there, having to listen to it all. It's one thing saying it in private, but to talk about the person of conversation in front of them...urgh 😒. They were definitely doing it on purpose.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're talking about. Tommy's family doesn't run their business like that." Uh oh... Tommy's clearly done a thorough job at keeping the specifics of the family business from her 😬. This is honestly such an awkward situation for her, she's been with him for years and these three strangers know more about her boyfriends business that she does. I can't imagine the embarrassment and confusion she must have about that.

I love how you wrote Polly ❤️! It was perfect. I could see the image of her in my head so easily thanks to your spot of depiction of her 👌!

The younger woman’s exit was followed by a sound of slight struggle and then a crash, which prompted a string of curse words. I couldn't help but giggle a little at her battle with the utensil draw 😅. Maybe because I saw myself in her in that moment 🤭. Not only am I terribly clumsy, I'm so easily frustrated 😳😂.

But, of course, he did. "They're just utensils in a drawer, love. It's no harm done," he tried to tell her that it wasn't something worth crying over. 🤦🏼‍♀️, why can men never read between the lines . It's never about the bloody draw! It's the thousand other things going through our minds 😂.

How could they choose the times when he wasn't around to get to the person that meant most to him? Can't say I wouldn't have liked seeing him give them a piece of his mind 😈. You have my heart melting at him wanting to be there, so she doesn't have to deal with those kind of questions herself ❤️.

When has bein' honest gotten us anything, eh?" he asked her, his one eyebrow quirked in an inquisitorial manner. I mean...he kinda has a point! You gotta be ruthless to get anywhere nowadays. Maybe joining a cutthroat gang is a bit OTT though 😂. I love how he was able to get a small smile of amusement out of her, and push away her worries with his "F them" attitude. Classic Tommy 👌.

"maybe I'll just tell them how good this is..." Love it!! That will definitely leave them speechless. Problem solved 🤭!

Wonderful little story, K! I was really in need of something with a lovely, fluffy ending ❤️.

Talk of the Town | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @red-riding-wood

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s had enough of the whispering that always seems to happen when she's out and around Small Heath.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2694

A/N: I’m back!! I’m sorry it took so long for me to share this, and I hope it won’t be so long before I’m sharing another story. The two prompts I was given to use are bolded in the fic - I hope you don’t mind how I used them. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! — YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged!

(Y/N) sat down at one of the empty tables, excited to try one of the new menu items at her favorite café. It had been a while since she indulged herself in one of these sorts of treats, so she was more than ready to dig in.

Her peaceful reverie didn't last long. She was only minutes into her lunch when she began to hear whispers from the table of women to her right.

"I think that's her," one of them whispered. "That's Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Are you sure?" another asked, pulling a face as she glanced in (Y/N)'s direction, "she looks too...good."

"Yeah, I'm sure," the first responded, "I've seen her out with him."

"I wonder if she knows about the things he's involved in?" the third woman entered the conversation, pondering aloud to her friend.

"She has to," the first responded.

"I'm not too sure," the second said, "I'm not sure I'd be able to show my face like this if I was going home to a man like that," she reasoned.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I'd mind going home to him though," the first woman commented, a grin forming on her face as she leaned closer to her friends, who were also grinning.

(Y/N) almost lost her appetite when she heard the direction their conversation was heading in. She couldn't believe that they were speaking so candidly about her and her partner's relationship...and that they were doing so while sitting so close to her. They had to know that she was able to hear them.

"I'm going to ask her what it's like to share a bed with a gangster," the third woman announced, ready to get the answers straight from the topic’s mouth.

"No! You can't just walk over to her and ask that!" the first woman hissed, her eyes widening as she reached out to grab her friend's arm before she could leave the table.

That was when (Y/N) focused her eyes back on the plate in front of her. She waited on baited breath and silently hoped that the first friend would get the third to sit down. Thankfully the former's attempts to stop the latter worked, and the women decided to switch topics after that.

She thought that that would have been the last she heard from those women, but nothing could have prepared her for the fact that one of them - the third one that was hoping to speak to her earlier - decided to stop her as she was discarding her trash.

"You're with Tommy Shelby, right?" the voice came from behind, making (Y/N) quickly turn.

"I am," she answered, a bit of surprise laced into her voice.

"How do you do it?" the woman asked.

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) was now confused.

"How do you live with the fact that he's taking directly from the pockets of the poor and doesn't think twice about hurting anyone who stands in his way?" the woman didn't even think about what would be considered proper, and that truly shocked (Y/N).

Had she really said that to a complete stranger? And why was she saying such things about her partner?

It took her a moment to collect her thoughts. She blinked several times before responding, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're talking about. Tommy's family doesn't run their business like that."

There was a moment of pause between the two as the other woman looked at (Y/N) kind of like she was waiting for her to say that she was joking and that she knew exactly why the Shelby family operated the way they did. But (Y/N)'s expression of confusion didn't change.

"You really...you really don't know how he handles business?" there was now surprise in the other woman's voice.

"I don't understand what you're saying, I've just told you that's not how they handle things," (Y/N) doubled down on her previous response.

"He must keep you locked away from certain parts of his life then," the woman stated, stifling her laughter. "Tommy Shelby's a full out gangster, darling."

A bit of incredulousness seeped into (Y/N)'s expression upon hearing the woman's statement. "I'm quite honestly insulted that you would speak of another woman's partner like that. Have you no manners?" she asked with a scoff.

"It's the truth. Everyone around town knows it," the other woman shrugged.

"It's still rude to suggest," (Y/N) responded, pursing her lips together tightly as she tried to keep composed. "Good day," she said then, tilting her chin up as she walked away from the woman without letting her get another word in.

No matter how hard she tried, the words of the woman at the café wouldn't leave (Y/N)'s mind. By the time she reached the home she lived on on Watery Lane, her frustration was just about to the point of boiling over. She didn't even care that she had slammed the door to the home shut.

"Goodness. Hello, (Y/N)," Polly's surprised, but still steady, voice made (Y/N) realize that she hadn't shut the door to an empty home.

"Hi, Pol," the younger woman was terse with her greeting.

Polly was able to feel the frustration as it was practically radiating off of (Y/N). She watched the younger woman carefully as she stood stiff in her spot, balling her fists and opening them in hopes that it would help regulate the emotions she was feeling.

"Well..." the older woman paused, letting out a sigh before continuing, "what is wrong with you?" she asked. She didn't say it in any demeaning sort of way, even though it may have sounded like such. If anything, she was concerned...(Y/N) rarely got flustered like this, so it wasn't hard to pick up that something had bothered her.

"I'm sick and tired of people treating me like I am some sort of animal stuck in captivity! Everywhere I go all I hear is whispers, and sometimes they lead to questions that make me look like a fool when I answer them, and I'm not sure how much more of it I can take!" (Y/N) didn't hold back from expressing what was frustrating her.

Polly pursed her lips. She gave the younger woman a once over, seeing how she was practically shaking with aggravation. She was just about to speak when (Y/N) exited the room.

The silence didn't persist for long though. The younger woman’s exit was followed by a sound of slight struggle and then a crash, which prompted a string of curse words. Polly stayed in her seat, knowing that her assistance wasn't something she would want in this situation.

The door opened again moments later, and this time Tommy walked through it. He immediately picked up on the expression Polly was wearing as well as the leftover tension in the room.

"What?" he asked his aunt, his eyebrows raising in question.

"(Y/N)'s in the kitchen," the older woman responded, pursing her lips after she spoke.

Tommy turned his head to the left slightly and kept his raised brow expression as if to say 'and?'.

Polly also responded nonverbally, widening her eyes and nodding her head in the direction of the kitchen, her way of saying 'see for yourself'.

Tommy sighed, removing his peaked cap and shoving it into one of his suit jacket pockets as he began walking towards the kitchen. It's always fucking something, went through his mind as he crossed the room's threshold. That thought immediately vanished when he saw the woman he was proud to call 'his' on the ground cleaning up a mess of cooking utensils. "What happened, love?" he asked her, his voice making her eyes snap from the floor to look in his direction. It didn't take long for him to see the puffiness surrounding them; she'd been crying.

"I just wanted to fix myself something to eat and when I went to open the drawer to grab a spoon it got stuck, because they're all stuffed into the same bloody drawer even though there are other places for them, and so I pulled on it and the drawer came out," she answered in a rambling mess, her frustration shining through in her words. She then bit on her bottom lip as it began to tremble, the earlier conversation flooding back in her mind as the topic of it was now standing in front of her. Tears began to brim in her eyes and she quickly looked away so Tommy wouldn't catch them.

But, of course, he did. "They're just utensils in a drawer, love. It's no harm done," he tried to tell her that it wasn't something worth crying over.

(Y/N) let out a choked laugh, shaking her head as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "It's not the utensils, Tommy," she said, continuing to shake her head as she spoke.

"Then what is it?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

There was a pause. (Y/N) was unsure if she should bring what happened earlier up, or if she should let it rest. She was no longer angry, just upset that people - whom she'd never met - thought they had her and Tommy's relationship figured out. "I'm tired of defending myself," she sighed, deciding to go right to the heart of it all instead of beating around the bush.

Tommy was still confused. He was still stuck on the broken drawer and mess of utensils to understand why she'd respond that way.

(Y/N) was able to see that. With another sigh, she stood up and closed the distance between them. "There's so many people whispering...about you and I, and about the things that you do. I try my best to ignore them, but today a woman came up to me and asked directly how I could live with what you do. I felt like such a fool being placed in that position because it seems that people have a different opinion on your business than I. I'm just...I'm tired of being the talk of the town."

Tommy listened intently as (Y/N) shared her frustrations with him. He could hear how much these comments had been eating her up inside, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel an anger brewing towards these people. How could they choose the times when he wasn't around to get to the person that meant most to him?

"What type of business are you running?" (Y/N) asked after the silence had prevailed for a few moments.

It was a question that made Tommy clench his jaw and avert his eyes to the floor. He didn't quite know what to feel now. He wasn't angry at the fact that (Y/N) had essentially found out about what was actually happening outside of the betting shop floor…he wasn’t exactly hiding it from her. He was angry at the fact that it was people around town who told her about it. It was always his hope that he could keep her out of that side of things. She didn't need that darkness dimming her light.

"Tommy?" she softly prodded him, hoping for an answer.

"I do what I need to do to get things done, (Y/N)," he finally answered her, his voice flat.

His response didn't give much up front, but she was able to read between the lines of it. She exhaled a breath as his eyes met hers once more. "What happened to being honest with the business?"

"When has bein' honest gotten us anything, eh?" he asked her, his one eyebrow quirked in an inquisitorial manner.

(Y/N) sighed, unable to stop the corner of her lips from raising as she looked away for a moment and exhaled a laugh. She let out a sigh then, bringing her hand up to run it across her face. She truly didn't know what to think now.

"Are you upset?" Tommy's question broke the silence this time.

"Yes..." she paused, looking at him again, "but not at you," she made sure to clarify.

Tommy pulled a face in response to her statement, one that asked for her to continue.

"I'm upset that people feel the need to comment on my relationship with you, and that they..." she paused, dropping eye contact as she turned away from him, not wanting him to see how their words still affected her. She took a deep breath before continuing, "that they see me as too much of a fool to be with you."

She couldn't help but laugh at herself as she finished her statement. Maybe you are a fool because you don't know what he really does, she thought to herself. She thought she’d know everything about someone she’d been with for just about six years now. Hell she helped Polly keep the betting shop afloat while the boys were off fighting in France. She knew how things worked in the business. But these whispers started sometime after they returned. With the start of 1919 came (Y/N)'s wondering of why so many people were suddenly interested in the life of Tommy Shelby.

"Hey," Tommy stepped towards her, reaching out and taking hold of her left arm so that he could gently turn her back to face him. Doing so effectively brought her out of her thoughts and made her focus on him again. "Fuck what they have to say," he told her, a devilish grin forming on his lips as he attempted to lighten the mood.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened upon hearing his statement, and she brought her hands up to softly smack his shoulders. "Tommy!" she gasped, her mouth still gaped slightly in surprise. Could that really be his response?, she questioned herself before voicing her disbelief, "I can't believe that's your response," she said while laughing slightly.

"What they say doesn't matter, love," he told her, snaking his arms around her waist so that he could pull her closer to him.

"But still..."

"But nothing," he cut her off, his eyebrows raised. (Y/N) sighed and let her hands rest on his shoulders. The feeling of his suit jacket's material beneath her fingertips made her relax. Tommy truly felt like home to her. Just being in his arms for these mere seconds was making her feel better. "You and me...we're ok, right?" he asked her then, his voice soft as he waited intently for her answer. She was able to feel his gaze on her, but she kept her eyes fixed on his collar, her fingers running against the lapels of his jacket. "Right?" he asked again when he didn't receive a response, pressing his fingers against her sides as he pulled her slightly closer to him.

His actions made her let out a surprised giggle as their heads touched, and it also made her look at him once more. "We're ok," she affirmed, a smile now present on her lips as she continued playing with his lapels, "I just want you to stay safe."

"Always," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips as he assured her.

"And you'll let me in?" her voice was softer now as she looked at him through her eyelashes.

"I will," he whispered, his eyes flitting down to her lips.

"Good, because I need to have something to tell the women who just can't keep their thoughts to themselves," she stated, placing her hands on his cheeks so that she could raise his eyes to meet hers again. She knew what he was thinking of doing.

"(Y/N), fuck..."

"What they say, I know," she finished his sentence for him, smiling as he exhaled a laugh, "maybe..." she trailed off, a bit of a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "maybe I'll just tell them how good this is..."

"What's that?" was all Tommy was able to get out before (Y/N) closed the space and pressed her lips to his.

And if she did tell the whisperers about that, she'd indeed have them wondering.

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[dreamkidddream]

i know your request are closed but im going away so i wanted to ask before i go internetless for like a month if you could do a fighting turned confession or only one bed with dazai :D i hope your having/had an amazing day :DD

Woah a month?! Wow 😳 So just for future reference, I usually wouldn’t answer this bc requests are closed and my inbox is pretty full, but since I’m still doing the ask game I’ll take it! hope you enjoy and reader is gender neutral! :)

CW: maybe a teensy-bit suggestive? (wanted to tag it just in case, but nothing graphic is mentioned) but it’s mostly fluff, very small mention of death cause Dazai

“I wish you would write” askgame ✏️

You couldn’t sleep.

How could you when you could feel Dazai’s arm placed lazily over your side, fingers lightly grazing at your stomach? You could feel his breath tickling the back of your neck as he slept (he’s even this touchy feeling when he’s sleeping? Not that you mind). How was it so easy for him to be calm in this situation while you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest? You hated this feeling, and you hated how much you craved his touch, even if it was in this stuffy motel room sharing this bed. You wanted this mission to be over as soon as possible but you didn’t want this to end either.

But you did want to go to sleep, and you were so envious at how he slept so peacefully beside you. You tried everything, but your mind was racing just like your heart was. You were in the middle of counting sheep when you lost count again for the fifth time, cursing your feelings and the man who’s the cause of them-

“If you’re having such a hard time sleeping, I can help if you like.”

You choked when Dazai’s voice cut into the air, trying to force the shivers to not be so noticeable at how close he was, his warm breath right next to your ear. You tensed up at the feeling- so he’s been awake this whole time?!

You don’t put it past him honestly. He’s probably enjoying himself and your reactions that you’ve been giving this whole time- he’s sadistic like that, and you’re so mortified that you’re tempted to act like you’re asleep even if it wouldn’t work. “…why aren’t you asleep?”

“Sleep doesn’t come to me that easily. Besides, it’s hard to sleep when I finally have you in this position.” He sounded amused, chuckling at how tense you were, delicately tracing shapes into your skin. He pulled you even closer, your back pressing into his chest. “To finally hold you in my arms like this, to finally have you to myself- ah, this would be more than a fitting end if I were to die peacefully in your arms-“

“Dazai please- it’s late, and I would prefer if you didn’t die in my arms- really if you didn’t die at all.” Hearing him talk so casually about his demise never failed to make you worried, always leaving a grim taste in your mouth. And you’re grateful that he chose to catch onto your uneasiness, because he chose to drop the conversation afterwards. But he didn’t move his arms from around you, and you were secretly thankful for it.

The room went back to being quiet, and you continued to burn holes into the wall, trying to distract yourself from the warmth his body was giving and trying not to sink further into it, trying to hold onto the last strand of your dignity. But it was getting harder to fight when his touch felt so comforting, and you found yourself relaxing in his hold, your eyes feeling heavier with each blink.

“But I was being serious about my offer. I would be more than happy to lend you a hand-“

“Goodnight Dazai.” You sighed out, rolling your eyes.

And you thought you would melt when you felt the rumbling in his chest from his chuckles, “Can I at least look at you? It would help me sleep faster knowing that you’ll be the one I’m dreaming about.”

“You’re looking at me now.” You deadpanned, ignoring the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“But it’s not enough like this!” He whined. “Oh (Y/N), you choose to be this cruel to me after everything we’ve been through-“

“Alright, alright! Do you have to be so dramatic about everything?” You grumbled, shuffling your body to finally face him. You shouldn’t be nervous, it’s not like you’re staring at the man that has your heart wanting to beat out of your chest every second he’s near you, the man that you’re severely infatuated with-

You didn’t even realize how much you were squeezing your eyes closed until you felt fingers caress your cheek, blinking them open to see the softest look adorning Dazai. When was the last time you saw him look so…content? Have you ever seen him with a genuine smile on his face before? It made you forget about your own suffocating thoughts for a second, and you released a shaky breath, one that you hadn’t noticed you’ve been holding.

He had a spark of light in his orbs, one that brought you a sense of happiness that you can’t describe. One that reminded you that he’s really here with you, and how much you don’t want to lose him.

“Goodnight, Dazai.” You said more sincerely, no trace of the sarcasm from before.

He quietly hummed out, “Goodnight, (Y/N).”