#may or may not be writing another blurb just so i have an excuse to write peej calling nymphia princess

[mappingthesky]

Plane's vocabulary: Nymphia

it’s all she knows!! what other words does she need!!

besides my love, baby, princess, beautiful girl, whore, etc….

[ozzgin]

Yandere School Q&A

I've gotten some related asks and thought I'd put them in a cleaner format, so I don't spawn another round of screenshots from my inbox.

Ohhh how would yan school react if y/n got hurt somehow?? Also quick question is her parents also platonic yans for them? Thanks!! - Anonymous

It only makes sense that the staff of the school is yandere material, too. The students may rush to help and insist they've got it under control, but the school nurse will be quick to act. It's the chance of a lifetime, having you to himself, and for longer than the usual standard checkup. The curtains are pulled, and the "do not disturb" sign is flipped. Your injuries are not to be taken lightly. You'll need to spend all day under his supervision.

The parents and all relatives are indeed platonic yanderes! I thought it'd be a nice touch since I've never approached the trope before.

YAYAYAYYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAA MORE YANDERE SCHOOLLLLLL You’re amazing!!!!! (I had to ask to make sure I used the right your/you’re) also is the darling yandere gonna keep sabotaging y/n? - @femboybasil

The tying up incident was actually an exception to what I originally planned, haha. For most of the competitions, darling yandere will guide (Y/N) and aid them for a flawless win. That's the comedy of it: he's indirectly doing the yandere part while trying to be discreet enough as to not alert the other yanderes. Additionally, (Y/N) helps him with the darling tasks. Though that part is very much expected by everyone from school. The Daring Academy teachers are probably observing the activities, baffled. "Who the hell is that student? What skill...what obliviousness. They should've applied to us."

If you’re comfortable with this concept, (since it’s a school-based series I don’t know if the reader and yanderes are minors are not, if they are then you don’t have to write this.) but obviously the students of the Yandere Academy are going to need to learn how to tie up their darlings once they’ve been captured. Would you mind writing a little blurb about it since Reader is the unofficially assigned darling stand-in for their classes? - Anonymous

This is the ask I used for the tying up idea in Part 3! To answer your worries, all of my stories involve 18+ characters! Just wanted to clear it up for anyone in doubt. The school/academy setup is more of a college/university kind of institution. I do love a good high school setup, but not for self insert romance.

I’d imagine that there’s a drama class at the yandere school to help the students learn how to act and seem innocent. What if they put on a musical or something like Phantom of the Opera (because of course it would be that) and reader got the role of Christine or the equivalent. Imagine all the yanderes fighting for the role of their love interests to get the excuse to kiss them, and other yanderes trying to sabotage them as tactfully as possible to keep the show going, but replace the leads to be alongside reader. Think that may be something cool to add/write about? No pressure of course! - Anonymous

You know the whole thing is going to turn into a ninja survival shitshow. They had hoped to never cast (Y/N) in any role, for everyone's safety. And for the most part, (Y/N) thankfully never showed any interest in the drama club.

The supervising teacher held (Y/N)'s application form with trembling hands. It seems their little club had finally run out of luck.

Worst part: the school can't even rely on the teachers. They're just as desperate to see their cute little (Y/N) perform on stage. "Maybe this job is too overwhelming for one person, sensei..." they'll smugly tell the original supervisor. "We could divide some tasks. Someone else could train (Y/N), for example..."

ok here me out, what if there is like a field trip or sports festival kind of thing where the Yandere and Darling academy meet up. Basically where a Yandere and a darling are made to pair up to go through the numerous activities (maybe ones that test their yandere/darling skills) so reader decides to pair up with clumsy Yandere ( who is in Darling academy) much to the displeasure of Yandere classmate. Maybe like a battle of the the Yanderes? - Anonymous

This was a little trippy to read, because it came right after part 3, haha. Which I feel is basically the same plot. Though it would be interesting to see how it'd play out if the stranger was Reader's best friend instead.

Reader excitedly approaches Clumsy!Yandere and asks him to work together, to the dismay of all other students. They're enraged. You can see it plainly: their hands tremble, their jaws are clenched, their eyes have a psychotic glint. Poor Clumsy!Yandere is in constant shivers, unaware of the death stares. You're cheerfully guiding him around, his hand in yours, happy to see your friend again.

[vhagarlovebot]

FOLKLORE. send me a prompt/kink/scenario and a character, and i will write you a drabble/blurb.

fake dating with tom bennett? congrats on 3k!!

ONLY ONES WHO KNOW.

pairing: tom bennett x fem!reader.

summary: when you hear news about your mother finding you a husband, you seek comfort in the last person you thought could help you: tom bennett. to your surprise, things take a turn you weren’t expecting.

content warnings: fake dating, flirting, kissing, confessions, just pure fluff.

note: i suck with period dialogues so don’t expect this to have that kind of writing, sorry. if there are any mistakes i apologize but as some of you may know english is not my first language. hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

JUST HOLD MY HAND.” you say through gritted teeth, smile plastered on your face, trying not to show how stressed you really are,

“that’s exactly what i’m doing!” tom says, rolling his eyes and looking around even more stressed than you.

tom straightens his tie, his sweaty hand holding yours like his life depends on it.

“if you don’t stay still i swear to god i’m go—” you shut up when you see your mother across de room. “she is here, are you ready?”

he smiles, the first honest smile you’ve seen in the entire night. “i was born ready, love.” tom winks at you and you immediately blush.

looking away you try to calm yourself and remember the reason why you’re doing this. it is definitely going to piss off your mother, she’s never liked tom, and you will also get her off your back.

“remember,” you say as you make your way to her. “be polite and don’t make any witty comments, please.”

“don’t worry.” he wears his singular smirk, the one that makes you weak in the knees, and you force yourself to look straight ahead. but he notices and chuckles, leaning a little bit closer to leave a kiss on your cheek, sending shivers down your back. “m goin’ to be the perfect boyfriend.”

“fake boyfriend.” you emphasize, squeezing his hand as you get closer to the woman. she’s talking with a couple of friends, glass of champagne in hand, but her gaze is on you. your mother is smiling but you know her blood is boiling under that facade.

“still the only boyfriend you’ve ever had.” he mocks you.

you know he’s just teasing you and wants you to react; that’s how tom bennett is, and it’s not the place to start arguing with him, even though you like to rile him up.

“your precious daughter is here!” one of your mother’s old time friend says. she’s wearing a big black hat while one of her hand has glass of champagne and the other a cigarette. only when she leans to kiss you on the cheeks, she notices tom. “and who is this handsome man?”

you make eye contact with your mother and you can see clearly in her eyes how she begs you not to say anything. you hesitate for a second but tom clears his throat and offers his hand.

“the boyfriend, ma’am.”

the gasps are way too dramatic but exactly the reaction you were expecting. however, your mother doesn’t react at all, there’s not a single change in her expression.

“oh, yes!” she finally says, leaving her glass at the table behind her. the fake smile she has reserved for this kind of events makes you nauseous. “we thought it would be a great idea to tell the news today… you know how my daughter loves to be the center of attention.”

tom caresses your hand with his thumb. his jaw is tense and you know he’s probably biting his tongue to not say anything.

“yes!” after a few moments you finally react, you will not let her win, it does not matter how much she pushes. “i really wanted to show him off.” you giggle, and tom plays his part too. he lets go of your hand and pulls you close by the waist while you rest your hand on his chest.

“what a beautiful pair you two are!” another woman says and you can’t believe how fake all these people are.

“enjoy the party.” you smile back at them, taking tom’s hand once again.

“i’ll join you.” your mother says, excusing herself with the group of people surrounding her.

you scoff, rolling your eyes when you turn away. you wish she would’ve stayed with them but she follows you to the garden.

“what are you doing?” she whispers, taking your arm with all the strength she has. and it hurts.

“i don’t know what you’re talk—”

“don’t take me for a fool, child.” a couple walks past you and she lets you go, at what tom immediately moves to stand between her and you, making sure she doesn’t put her hands on you again. “you want to embarrass me? is that what you’re trying to accomplish?”

“not everything revolves around you.” you fight back, the way she acts makes you want to cry. and you think tom notices that because he caresses your back without your mother noticing. “you didn’t think about asking me before trying to send me off to marry some old man?”

your mother’s gaze finds tom and the way she rolls her eyes reminds you of a child throwing a tantrum.

“this will not last.” she breathes through gritted teeth, scowling up at him.

“being mad doesn’t suits you,” you smile, scrunching up your nose. “it makes you look older.” rasing your index finger you caress the point between your eyebrows to show her exactly where her lines of expression are more noticeable.

she sighs, like giving up. but you know that’s not your mother, she may forget all about it tonight just for the sake of her perfect party. “we are going to have a long conversation tomorrow.” then, she turns around and walks away with a broken ego.

“that was scary.” tom says after a long period of silence. you sit on a concrete bench and sigh, already tired of the lie. “i like it.” he laughs and sits beside you. but when you look at him you can’t help but laugh too, pushing him by the chest playfully.

“do you think she believed us?” you ask, playing with your dress. tom reaches for your hand, giving it a little squeeze to make you look at him. when you do, he has a reassuring smile dancing on his lips.

“i do.” he looks inside the house and sees your mother right in his line of vision, keeping an eye on you. “but we have the whole night to keep pretending.”

“i’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

you really are sorry for going to him with your problems because you’re not even friends. you are friends with his sister and you know her well, but with tom is different. all your conversations always end with him flirting with you, although that doesn’t surprises you at all because he is like that with every girl in town. all your friends have fallen for him. and, even if you will never say it out loud, you won’t deny you find him quite easy to the eye or that he makes your heart beat faster every time he’s around.

you went to his house to seek advise from his sister but she wasn’t there, and you were so upset that when he asked you what happened you blurted everything out. after he made fun of your meaningless problems, he really felt pity so you started talking, and you talked for hours. so much that you ended up asking him for help. the last man you thought would ever want to help you.

“i had nothing better to do.” he shrugs, leaning against the back of the bench. “besides, i like to piss off moms.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “well, i’m still sorry.”

tom sits upright, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, and leans towards you. “there’s something you could do,” he speaks softly as if sharing a secret. “a kiss will make it better.”

“you’re disgusting.” you move away, all the blood from your body going straight to your face.

“even if your mother is looking at us right now?” he says, his eyes fixed on the entrance behind you where your mother is nowhere to be seen.

“she is?!” you ask, surprised.

“don’t look! we don’t want to look suspicious, do we?”

for a moment you think about it. you want her to believe that you and tom are in a relationship. and the last thing you want is for her to suspect and start questioning you.

that thought is what drives you to find balance in tom’s shoulders as your lips collide against his.

his lips aren’t as soft as you though they were going to be but they still make your heart beat faster and your body tickle. it’s definitely not the first time you are kissing a boy but it is the first time you feel something.

your friends always told you when you kiss a boy you see fireworks and all the butterflies of the world in your belly, but you don’t feel anything like that. you feel calm—even though your heart beats like crazy in your chest—and little stars behind your eyes. you like what you feel.

tom cups your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks, and the loud music and people chatting become a light thrum in the background.

it flows naturally, like you were supposed to do it in the first place. it’s a slow and gentle kiss, he leaves his hands on your face to make you feel comfortable and it’s not what you were expecting when you dreamed about kissing tom bennett. you expected him to be smug and get carried away, to feel his hands pressing you against his body. you wouldn’t have minded if that was the case but you like how he keeps you close with a softness you didn’t know tom had in him, like you’re going to break if he tries something more.

after a couple of minutes that feel like hours, tom pulls away and you, instinctively, chase after his lips making him laugh lightly at you.

you feel overwhelmed and dizzy, his lips leaving yours with a tickling sensation as you try to breathe properly again and find the words lost in your mind.

tom doesn’t make fun of you or says something witty to ease the tension like he always does, he just looks at you with his bright blue eyes and waits for you to take the next move; it doesn’t matter to him what is going to be, he will take whatever it is.

“is she still… looking at us?” you still feel like flying after what you experienced and it’s really the only thought coming to you.

he chuckles and shakes his head but still looks behind you, there are people looking at you and they’ll surely tell your mother, but she’s nowhere to be seen. it is then that tom decides to be honest for the first time in his life.

“well,” he begins to say, and you immediately notice he is nervous. there are a few things you’ve learned about tom bennett from all the years you’ve been friends with his sister. his hand running though his hair and the tip of his tongue poking out from the corner of his lips when he’s about to either lie or say the truth is one of those things. “she wasn’t looking. i just wanted to kiss you.”

the way your face heats up makes him smile, which only makes you even more flustered. that confession of his is something you weren’t expecting, but at the same time you know the reputation tom bennett has with the ladies around town.

“do you think of me as another one of your conquests?” you ask him, gaze fixed on the patterns of your dress.

“you think so badly of me?” with his thumb he lifts your chin up but you refuse to look him in the eyes, too flustered still and shy of being so open with him. “don’t you think i have other things to do than just sit all the afternoon in the living room listening to you and my sister gossip while drinking tea?”

his words are enough to make you raise your head and, finally, look at him. the moonlight accentuates the sharp features of his face, giving him almost an angelic look.

“i agreed to do this because not only i don’t want you marrying some old french man.” his hand find yours, fingers playing with your own like two kids too nervous to hold hands. “but because i don’t want you to marry someone else at all.”

if his previous confession surprised you, this one makes your heart stop beating. you look at him trying to find the joke, a part of you expecting him to burst out laughing at any time. but one minute passes, and then another, and he keeps looking at you with all the patience in the world, not rushing you, not pushing you into anything; just giving you all the time you need to absorb all the information he threw you in the face.

do you like him? do you feel the same way? you have to admit you find him rather handsome. his blonde hair, puffy lips and blue eyes have appeared in your dreams more times than you can count. you’ve also find yourself daydreaming as you watch him across the room, sitting in the armchair smoking as his sister tells you the new gossips you don’t hear because you are too lost in your mind. you always listen attentively to everything he has to say, mesmerized by the way he expressed his beliefs, how despite showing to everyone that facade of ‘i don’t care about anything’ deep down he really cares. a lot. but he only lets it show with the people he trust the most. and recently you’ve noticed that you are one of those people. you enjoy his company and anecdotes, you make sure to stay at his house way past your curfew so he can walk you home and you can listen to his jokes and laugh at them, and talk and brush your hands and feel your whole body tickling by the proximity neither one of you dares to close.

do you feel the same way about him? in all honesty, you never considered it because you never really thought tom would feel something for you. you thought he just saw you as his sister’s rich and annoying friend who spent way too much time at his house, so he had no other choice but to put up with you and, in the end, he just ended up liking how nice and friendly you really are. you never thought he would see you as something more—as a woman.

you never thought about it until this very moment where he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world, like you’re the sun and the stars and the most precious of all gems.

and just like that you don’t even have to think about it.

“oh my mother is going to be so pissed off.” that’s all he needs as a confirmation to crash his lips against yours. this time he’s not gentle but it doesn’t matter, because you pour all your feelings into that searing kiss. a kiss that leaves no doubt that you are both finally alive.

[blackbirdffxiv]

A lengthy ass-post about poly-shipping no one asked for

So I'm gonna go ahead and choose passive aggressive violence, in the form of an informative, lengthy as fuck post I think some folks need to read.

I won't be adding the post here, as I don't wish to direct potential harassment to the original poster (no matter how heinous I found a majority of the list), but if you're on twitter/"X", I'm sure you've seen a lengthy notepad list of RP "hot takes".

While I agreed with some of the points made, I feel it necessary to clarify some things, particularly about the points regarding polyamorous shipping.

If you don't want to read the blurb between here and the actual point list, just scroll down until you see green font.

Most know that I myself play a polyamorous character; I ship my character with other characters belonging to different players. I've been poly-ship for YEARS, so I feel I have some experience and can say some things about it.

Some points made in the "hot takes" list alluded to people using polyamorous shipping/multi-shipping as an excuse to just ERP and mess around with multiple people without consequence.

Sadly, yes, this does happen. It's unfortunate that selfish people only looking for specific things use it as an excuse for their behavior, but the only thing people can do is be aware of what to look out for when it comes to polyamorous shipping.

So rather than allow a negative light be painted on a valid means of shipping and roleplaying your characters in relationships, I think a quick lesson is needed.

Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinion on how I feel polyships should be handled, and some red flags I have seen during my time being a polyamorous OC player. By no means is this a rulebook, more like a guide so new and veteran roleplayers alike can be aware.

What a responsible poly-shipper will do:

Introduce you to their other partners - Communication is key in any relationship, this is not just for monogomous ships, but even moreso for polyamorous. A poly OC player will be open to introducing you to their other partners; while no one expects you to be best friends, it's good to be aware of just who else you'll possibly be regularly seeing around.

Share time and effort among your partners equally - A polycule relationship should be even across the board; one partner should not be treated better than the other. Treating one or more partners better than the other(s) is just a recipe for people getting hurt, both IC and OOC.

Be open and up front at the very beginning of IC interactions - A poly OC player will be up front and honest about the nature of their character if they have an interest in possibly shipping with you, or in case the possibility of it happening is there.

Encourage communication and prioritize problem-solving - This isn't just for poly ships, but ships in general. A good writing partner will encourage and WANT you to tell them about how you feel with the ship, especially if it's a problem with an easy solution.

Always make it known if they wish to bring another partner into the polycule & pose an introduction OOC - This is the most important part of being in a poly ship, making sure EVERYONE knows if there is someone new who will be joining the ship, and making introductions before a ship is made.

What a responsible poly ship player wouldn't/shouldn't do:

Hide the status of their ships - If your partner is hiding who they are shipping with from you, in my experience, this just means a person is going behind their partner's back (and is possibly cheating on them).

Brush off any possible issues you may be having with one of the partners in the ship - A responsible partner would aim to mediate the situation, and listen to all sides.

Discourage their poly partners from seeking other partners - Not every poly OC is monogomous with their poly partner, sometimes one poly OC will be shipped with another poly OC. Your partner would not expect you to drop your other ships to be with them while they continue their own, they should respect your decision to ship with your other partners.

Keep attempts to ship with other characters a secret - A responsible poly partner will make it known when they are attempting to or want to ship their OC with another as soon as intentions and wants are known. Not after a ship is already established.

Discourage those in the polycule ship from associating with each other - A partner in a healthy polycule would never discourage their partners from associating with each other; intentional separation more than likely is a means of hiding something, such as blatant favoritism, or even to keep ships a secret (in my experience).

Anyways I'll get off my soap box. I apologize for the lengthy post, but some things I've been seeing regarding this hot takes list were so blatantly heinous, I just felt like something should be said.

Have a good evening y'all; hug your pets, tell your friends you love them, and don't let jaded people online project their problems onto you.

Stay golden

[weeeeeekly]

listen to me – jake sim x afab!reader

blurb Your friend mysterious disappears from her Halloween party, and as the good friend you are, you drive to the apartment of some random guy she left with. You, either unfortunately or fortunately, stumble upon something out-of-this-world.

info incubus!jake x human!reader ft. stayc sumin, sieun, isa (lee chaeyoung), & jay from enhypen

WARNINGS!!! NSFW, MDNI 18+ blog, dubcon/noncon since jake does influence the reader to stay, somnophilia maybe, allusion/mention of “drugging” for bad reasons, dom!reader, sub!jake, minor character deaths, swearing, reader is mean to jake, riding position (sorry it’s the only position i know how to write), use of “babe” for reader, mention of “pussy”, not proofread/edited just pure free flowing thought

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts – idk sex.

wc 1.7k

You were currently at your best friend Chaeyoung’s apartment for her Halloween party. You’re dressed up as Jennifer Coolidge as Fiona and Chaeyoung is Sam from A Cinderella Story.

The baby pink nightgown and matching sheer robe was bought secondhand off the internet, and you made sure deep clean and steam it. You need to smell and look good if you were going to get lucky tonight.

And you were at the point where you would fuck anyone. Literally (almost) anyone.

Your standards had been lowered substantially as your horniness levels increased substantially. It wasn’t your fault that you had been unintentionally forced into a dry spell this semester due to your internship and part time job. You were quite literally too busy to fuck.

But that was all going to change tonight. Friday, October 31st Halloween. Your bosses let you off early today due to them both having children that they were going to take trick or treating, and you had the day off tomorrow. It felt like an apology from the universe for putting too much on your plate so far.

Yes, you were angrily stewing in the corner on your phone since Chaeyoung did run away at midnight with some guy she just met at the party in true Cinderella fashion. Leaving behind a pissed you as she knew that you wanted to be at 1 AM since you work at 8 AM and it was 1:30 AM with her no where to be found.

Just great.

“Please leave a message after the tone.”

“Dude, where the fuck are you? Please send an address so I can bring you back and I can go home.”

1:30 AM

you where r u

you seriously

you ?????

you i have work in 6 hours & i want to sleep

1:35 AM

chae 1130 decelis drive

you ur alive omg

Opening up Find My for Chaeyoung’s updated location. You turn to get your car keys out of your bag, excusing yourself in the sea of people in her apartment as they throw back alcoholic drinks. Sumin and Sieun spot you from the couch and walk to you.

Sumin asks, “Where is Chae?”

“I’m going to get her right now.” You tell the duo dressed as Brianna and Gabriella, part of the group costume of A Cinderella Story.

“We’ll make sure the party doesn’t spiral out of control.” Sieun tells you.

You thank them and exit the apartment, running down the 4 flights of stairs to the parking lot.

Standing outside of whoever the fuck’s apartment, you can’t help but notice how nice the complex is. Too nice to be in your price zone. You got lucky that the set of gates were open for the holiday.

You ring the doorbell and send another text to Chaeyoung as you take notice of the immaculately decorated doorway, fake cobwebs and life size skeletons on either side of the door.

The door opens to reveal an extremely attractive guy around your age, dressed as a vampire.

“May I help you?” A thick Australian accent takes you by surprise.

“Hey, I’m here to get my friend, Chaeyoung. She’s in a white ballgown and a white mask.”

The guy nods as he not-so-subtly checks you out. “Oh her? Yeah, she’s currently busy with Jay.”

“Can I come in to get her?”

He steps aside, inviting you in. “Be my guest. I’m Jake, by the way.”

You tell him your name as you walk in. Jake closes the door behind you and points you to the hallway.

“Doors at the end.”

He walks behind you as you follow his directions. As you get closer you can hear low music behind the door, but as you raise your hand to knock, the door swings open. Chaeyoung is sound asleep on the bed and Jay is sitting up next to her, looking at you.

“She’s a little tired.” He winks at you.

“Cool. I don’t care. I’ll just carry her back to my car.”

Jay looks behind you, presumedly to Jake, but you ignore it and walk over to your friend.

Jake’s hand creep up onto your shoulders. “You should stay. Can’t you see that Chaeyoung is in deep sleep.”

You grit your teeth as you remove his hands. “I’d feel better if she was sound asleep in her own bed in her apartment. I really don’t have time for this.”

Lightly shaking Chaeyoung, you whisper. “Wake up.”

When she doesn’t stir even when you begin violently shaking her shoulders, you feel a chill creep over you. Turning to Jay, you spit out “Did you fucking drug her!”

“I didn’t drug her.”

“Oh my god, you did! What the fuck is your problem?“

“Jake.” Jay begins, but you shock him by picking up Chaeyoung. Jake stands in front of you, stopping you from leaving the room.

Your biggest mistaken was looking into his eyes – eyes that were glowing red as he began compelling you.

“Listen to me.” Your body is under his control. “Put her back on the bed and follow me to my room.”

Following his commands, you end up finding yourself in his room across the hallway. You don’t feel fully cognizant, but you know you didn’t eat or drink anything from them. You surmise that you must have inhaled something in Jay’s room; that still wouldn’t explain the glowing, red eyes.

Makeup technology has come a long way.

“Why are you doing this?”

Looking up at him, Jake smiles at you as he strokes your cheek.

“Go to sleep.”

Waking up to someone laying next to you is weird, especially when that person is Jake and you’re not at home to start getting ready for work. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

You try to sit up, but your body won’t move – you don’t have any feeling in your limbs.

“God, I can’t believe I made you my sleep paralysis demon.”

He dramatically sighs and pretends to faint, “You think of me?”

Thankfully, you can roll your eyes. “You’re such a dick. Why can’t I move my body?”

“You’re under my spell, babe.”

Narrowing your eyes, you open your mouth to call him a “cunt”, and not in a positive cunty way, when you watch with your own two eyes as your phone floats from your bag into Jake’s expectant hand. He notices your heart speeds up at the scariness of not understanding what was happening.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s just some borrowed demon magic.” He casually throws out as he types on your phone. “Anddd… you’re out sick for today, you’re welcome.”

“I know you’re hot and all, but if you wanted to get my number you could have talked to me normally at Chae’s party. Not do all this weird ass shit.”

“You think I’m hot?” Jake smirks.

“Don’t ignore me!”

The next thing you know, Jake is hovering above you with his hands next to your head, his eyes on your lips. “You should touch me.”

As if the so-called “demon magic” spell was broken, one hand tangles through his blond hair and your other goes over his lush lips. “You’re hotter when you shut up.”

You did think Jake was very attractive – minus all the creep energy – you’re still not entirely sure what was happening, but you did want to fuck him. “I’m in charge now.”

Flipping him over, you have both of your knees on either side of him, pinning his hands to the bed as you sat on his waist, feeling his boner. You lean down to kiss his lips. He’s an amazing kisser which shouldn’t be a surprise, but you were thankful that he knew how to use his mouth.

“You should take your pants off.”

Jake’s pants rip clean off as you help him, discarding them off to the side. He grins when you’re immediately greeted by his dick as he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

“You went commando?”

“Easy access.”

Pushing him back down on the bed, you reach into your bra for the condom you stashed in there earlier. He raises an eyebrow at you as you open the packet. “Just like you said – easy access.”

The condom is rolled onto his dick, and you waste no time lining it up to your pussy and sink down on him. Jake throws his head back in pleasure, hissing at the feeling as you let out a moan.

“Fuck, now that’s good.” You say as you begin rocking back and forth.

He lets out a groan in response as you move your lips to his ear, “We could have done this hours ago if you just talked to me.”

“Guess we should, shit, make up for, fuck, lost time. God.”

Jake’s hips buck up to meet yours as you continue riding him, enjoying the slight strain in your thighs as your knees hold his hands down.

“Can’t use your “magic” now.”

It’s like his dick was made with you in mind with the way he’s filling you right now. The pleasure is so good that you almost lose your train of thought. But if he keeps moaning underneath you like that, you might allow dumbification to take over.

So close. And you were close to cumming.

“You’re so pretty.” Jake blurts out causing you to clench around him at the compliment. “D-don’t do that or I’ll cum.”

“But I want that.” You clench around him again and make sure to slow your movements down. Jake continues bucking his hips into you and you know he’s close when his eyes screw shut.

Smiling, you reach into your bra to clutch the silver cross and slam the item down on Jake’s chest. He screams in pain as the cross touches his skin, harming the incubus. Jay slams the door open and falls to the ground when you throw the cross at him.

Removing yourself from him, you fix your dress and grab the holy water from your bag. “Now you can’t hurt anymore girls.”

Ceremoniously, you dump the flask over Jake as the incubus inside his body dies. Once Jake lays still do you check for his pulse, faint but still there, and pick up your phone. You step over Jay’s body and dumping more holy water to retrieve Chaeyoung.

“Are you done?” She asks while checking her nails.

“Yeah, now let’s get out of here. We still have 4 more to go.”

masterlist | kinktober masterlist

author’s note happy halloween!!! idk what this turned into… but kinktober is officially ober for me! i wanted to write more, but life got in the way :/

anywayyyy time to focus on the inheritance, write the other one shots for december version of kinktober, & the other ideas i have

[azulera]

Hi! If you're still taking request I would like a Kylian and black reader blurb inspired by "Lovers & Friends" the usher song. :) :) :)

Way Back

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Black Reader

Words: 1.2k

Notes: not very confident about this one :/ don’t know why it’s been so hard for me to write about kylian lately, but c’est la vie. and anon i hope you like

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The park where Kylian had asked her to meet was deep in the design district and crowded, but she'd found a clear spot on a bench near a tall, bubbling fountain. It was 9am, far too early to be awake and in the sunlight after the night of expensive white attire, multi-syllabic drinks and dancing they’d had, but since she’d known him, way back in the stuffy hallways of the lycée, he’d been an early riser. The text itself had come into her phone with a seriousness uncommon to her usually buoyant, playful, friend: I need to see you, to talk. Her stomach had turned as she read it, exhilarated and uncertain, but it wasn’t like she could say no.

No more than five minutes later, the crunching sound of wheels on asphalt pulled her eyes from the brilliant display of water. It was Kylian’s car maneuvering into the lot, and as he parked, he motioned to her out of the window. When she approached, the window slid down completely to reveal his smiling face, freshly shaved and smooth, and tan from the Miami sun. He was stupidly handsome, she thought, even when he should have been still jet-lagged and hungover.

“Ça va?” He asked, pulling her into a side hug through the window, with a kiss on both cheeks. She tried to read it as the normal greeting that it was, and ignore her stomach’s fluttering.

“Ça va, Ky. What did you want to speak about?”

“D’accord, straight to it.” He laughed, his dark eyes creasing in the corners. “Come on, get in. We will talk in the car.”

She met his gaze a moment, and watched as his own tracked slowly down her body and back up. Her eyebrows sprung toward her hairline. The earlier apprehension started to shrivel, and the “no-BS” attitude that had sustained a decade of friendship threatened to return.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

She shifted her weight to one foot. “You’re looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

“Mais, non, I’m just, looking.” He denied, smoothing out the neck of his t-shirt. “Last night was a little bit wild, no? I want to make sure you are okay.”

It was a viable excuse, but the anxiety twisting up her insides wouldn’t stop showing on her face. She couldn’t fight the feeling that, as was custom in their friendship, he was joking with her, that this entire meeting was a ploy to build her hopes up, only to bring them down in a pathetic crash.

“Putain, je vais pas te mordre. Why do you look so scared?”

“I don’t know,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Kylian.”

He sighed out harshly from his nose, turning his head, and her mind flashed to last night, when her friend had completed the same gesture while he had her pressed up against the side door of his car —the very same car she stood in front of now— both their eyes wide and breathing hard into one another’s mouths. The moment came after a night of flirty bantering that wasn’t unusual between them, but that couldn’t explain the heat in his eyes as he followed her through the party, or the hand that drifted lower and lower along her back while they danced and mingled with acquaintances. She’d excused it at first, blaming the loosening effects of alcohol on his straight and narrow system, but that moment, pressed body to body, mouths a desperate decision’s length apart, and his palms burning their prints onto her hips, crossed any of the lines that kept them on the correct side of friendship.

She wasn’t sure now that they, or if she, at least, could travel back to the other side.

“What? Do you mean about last night?” He asked.

“I mean, are we going to pretend?”

He bit his lip, but maintained eye contact, letting the question simmer, and deepen, knowing that the memory playing in his head was the very same as the one looping in hers. Her face and neck began to feel warm, and she forced herself not to touch the spots.

“You did not like it, then? What we did. Or, what we did almost. You did not want it.”

“It’s not that–“ She started, fingering one of the strands spilling from her quickly-done top knot. The jolting feeling of “Is this really happening?” rocked through her again. “I just want to know why.”

“And you are sure you don’t want to do this inside? Where we have some more, privacy?”

He looked around the park still filling with joggers and dog walkers, and she also became aware of how it might look, should someone stop and recognize him, or even worse, if they caught any snippets of the words being exchanged.

Still, she shook her head “no”. It was firm, and the wisest choice, knowing that the second she got another view of the car door, or trapped in the confines of his passenger seat, her resolve would melt like an ice-cream cone left on the pavement. His smooth words, his sweet smell, the fact that she would be within his arm’s reach - if she wanted any chance to reinstate their fraying boundaries, the conversation had to happen here.

“Okay, comme tu veux.” He leaned forward onto the window frame, his forearms flexing, and she held on to his every word. “Bien, last night, tu sais, you looked– beautiful. You do, always, but at the party–” He blew air from his mouth, and licked his lips. “And so many people came up to me, and they assumed that you were mine- I mean, that we were together. And I liked it. It felt, je sais pas, right.

Then, all through the night, it made me think. How you are the person I have the most fun with. How you know me so well. How we are compatible like – I mean, je veux dire, it is not until this trip that I realized–”

“Realized what?”

Her body flushed while he spoke, a battery of emotions blitzing through her, making her palms sweat in the morning’s rising heat, and the back of her neck tingle. Her chest, however, was heavy with the weight of the one thing she hadn’t allowed herself to want.

“‘Cause, I don’t understand. You had all these thoughts, because you liked how I looked? Or because other people thought we looked good together? That’s not – I don’t think that’s enough. If that’s all it is, physical, we should have just kissed, done whatever last night, and been done with it.”

“But, I want to do more than kiss you, Y/N. That’s why I did not. I want … I think … I want to try. If you want to.”

She knew what he meant without him spelling it out; just as she understood that this was him putting everything – the awkward adolescent fumblings and every longing look, joint off-season vacation, and pre-match phone call since then – out there, on the table, a cue for the pretenses and fears she’d built up to fall away.

“Are you serious about this, Kylian? We’re meant to be …” She took a step closer to his vehicle, her voice a murmur, and her eyes still stuck to his like he’d glued them there. There was nowhere to run, and, from the softness she read there in his look, there was no need to. “Yeah. Yes. I want to.”

“Ouias?”

She nodded, scared that more words would break the delicate thing taking form between them, which still didn't feel real. He had leaned further out of the window, but his next words reached her as if in slow motion.

“Last night I wanted you, amour. So badly. But all this time, I’ve needed you, I think. Even if I did not know it.”

“Prove it.”

The words flew from her without permission, but his eyes widened at the challenge, then burned. It lit a fire in her body the rest of the way down.

“Come here,” He crooked his fingers, the same cheeky smile on his mouth that had been there in the stuffy halls of the lycée, but now with something more meaningful, something reciprocated, in it. And just as back then, the door pulled open, and she found her way to him.

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Hi! I’m kinda having a shitty mental health week and feeling a bit fragile (did I just cry over toast? Yes.) so I thought I’d write a little Az blurb thing about him comforting Reader during a bad spell 💛

Az would know you were having a bad time just from the slightest pinch in your brow. You’d be trying to rouse some enthusiasm for the family games night you’ve dragged yourself to, but all you really want to do is leave. Az senses this pretty quickly.

You get up to fetch yourself another drink, and he follows. His fingers gently knead the back of your neck, the tension gathered there, and he says in a quiet voice just for you: “We can leave, you know.”

You do know. But you don’t want your mate to miss out on quality time with the rest of the Inner Circle just because you’re feeling out of sorts. You fasten on a smile and insist, “I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay.” His hand moves from your neck, down your back in a comforting sweep. Just because he always needs to be touching you in some way. “Let’s go home, my love.” He kisses your head. “We can hide from the world together.”

And, well, that’s certainly an offer you’re not going to refuse. A busy life means that you and Az rarely have the time to shut yourselves away and just…be. The prospect of it almost brings you to tears. You hadn’t realised quite how much you needed it.

Az, bless his heart, concocts an excuse for the two of you to leave early, and when the rest of the IC tease you both for sneaking away to fuck, he rolls his eyes and doesn’t give away, for one second, that you’re not okay. The two of you offer your goodbyes, and then he’s scooping you up in his arms and flying you back to your house.

In the hallway, he places you down and then turns you to face him, unfastening the buttons of your coat. You smile fondly and tell him, “I can take my own coat off, Az.” But he merely replies “I know.” and continues to help you. In moments, he’s hanging your coat up and slipping off your boots, and then he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Go get comfy on the sofa.” He tells you. “I’ll be through in a minute”

You would bed down on your sofa, swathing yourself in blankets that comfortingly smell just like your mate. The fire is roaring in the corner, and you tip your head back and close your eyes and just…breathe, listening to the sounds of Azriel moving around in the kitchen.

You know, as you sit there, that ending the night early was the right thing to do. You can’t be around people when your mind tries to fight you like this. And Az knows that. Knows he’s the only one that can help.

It’s a little while later that you hear him approaching, and your eyes flutter open. His steady hands are carrying a tray packed full of all sorts of different foods, and you sit up, smiling softly and asking, “what’s this?”

“I raided the sweet treat cupboard.” Az announces rather proudly, placing the tray down on the coffee table. “All your favourites. Take whatever you want.”

The sweet treat cupboard is an object of fond, playful ridicule to the rest of the Inner Circle. A single cupboard in your kitchen that you and Az keep constantly stocked full with your favourite sweets and biscuits and chocolates — always there for whenever you may need them, or simply want them.

And amongst all the delicious food, Az has brewed a steaming pot of your favourite tea, too. He pours out two cups, and then he’s sitting beside you, shifting your legs onto his lap. He grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the backs of your fingers.

“I love you.” He tells you earnestly, his eyes like warm honey as they stare into yours. “Whatever it is you’re feeling…or dealing with…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You swallow down the lump of emotion that rises in your throat, studying your beautiful mate. You still pinch yourself regularly, not quite able to believe you’re lucky enough to have him. But you do have him, and he makes sure you never, ever doubt it. Takes care of you like nobody ever has before.

“I love you, too.” You smile softly. “Thank you, Az…for always being by my side.”

He leans in, kisses you quick. “You never have to thank me for doing what I love to do. Ever.”

You can’t help it, though. You’re so, so lucky. And as Azriel leans forward, not looking much at all like the intimidating spymaster as he opens the packets to little cakes and sweets, your heart lurches in your chest with pure, unadulterated love.

The two of you spend the rest of that night drinking tea and gorging on sweets, and Azriel has you smiling and laughing as though you don’t have a care in the world, his arms a steadying presence around you. His voice a soothing song. You talk and talk into the late hours, your anxiety fading away.

Returning home early was definitely the right thing to do.

And you and Az would definitely have to restock the sweet treat cupboard.

[devitalise]

Omg I really thought this would be the month I'd beat you to the punch with a check-in but once again time has evaded me & May is, in fact, over in a mere few days 🤥 I think I need to start keeping a physical calendar again to avoid these jumpscares BUT ANYWAY!!! MAY READS!!!! END OF SUCCESSION THOUGHTS!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS IMO GONNA WATCH & READ NEXT!!! 🎤

maybe next month you'll get me.. answering this a lil early so excuse any thoughts that aren't Fully Developed i'll just be away from my laptop and you know how much i love these

may book wrap up

in cold blood by truman capote

i can't remember what i said about this last month. maybe i'm the only person in the world who didn't know this was a "true crime novel" i thought i just picked up a fictional crime genre book. my mistake! general personal thoughts on the gross peversive nature of true crime aside, i think this as investigative journalism (with a questionable bias, fictionalised events, general capote tendecy to lie and gossip) i didn't hate reading it. i could absolutely tell how taken Capote was with Perry Smith in this, he kept coming back to reiterate details about his upbringing and i had to skim parts just because they were of little interest to me. i haven't read anything where the author has managed to so completely remove themselves from their writing like this before. took me a while to read it was a kindle choice and i struggled with reading this month.

podcast: overdue (really enjoyed this podcast set up, actually.) music: red dead redemption 2 soundtrack and this playlist

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

unlikable loathsome woman in Austria, this time. really dislike books like this, and this was barely any different. i think Jelinek as an author is neat, i see why she won a nobel peace prize, i'd love to be able to read German to get what was lost in translation. didn't love the story at all here. menacing and gross. what i found most interesting (and hated reading in equal parts) was erica's fucked up relationship with her mother. hate your mother hate the part of her that lives within you, etc etc. i thought this would be sexier, or at least just have more sex like the blurb promised, but other than a few voyeuristic encounters it lacked it completely. sexless and stale. a lot of men dislike this book, though, so if anyone asks then i absolutely loved it.

i read two reviews about this, both with opposing views to my own but interesting to read. music: this soundtrack that almost sent me to sleep. won't be watching the movie

heatwave by victor jestin

it got hot towards the end of last week and i could finally crack open this short little book. i didn't hate it, wasn't blown away by it either. apparently i don't read blurbs - another shock here! i think because these are books that i bought so many months ago when it comes to reading them it's like oh?? well. i was distracted and tanning and drinking gin & tonics whilst reading, and i think this needed more of my attention than i could give. or maybe that's just me being generous.

no links for this one. pending.

i'm currently reading bonjour tristesse by francoise sagan. i've actually finished it but there's two stories in one so i'm on A Certain Smile now. more french books, they're the only books i have set in the summer at the moment. i started reading it on the beach, too.

i bought some new books: season of migration to the north by tayeb smith, the thief's journal by jean genet, my father's diet by adrian nathan west, and diary of a film by niven govinden. i've been reading some really hard books this year (and have bought four more) so i'm gonna switch lanes to some easier reads. the atlas six and nightbitch are probably the easiest of the ones i own at the moment.

AHHHH SUCCESSION.

kendall roy....

i have mixed thoughts about the ending i think it makes perfect sense what went down with the siblings, it doesn't mean that kendall being betrayed hurts me any less. i'm emotionally exhausted after finishing it so i've been watching cooking competitions on netflix. next is the sopranos as my Drama of Choice

also i've been listening to the once upon a time at bennington college podcast you recommended! really enjoying it so far

[againstacecilia]

I posted 2,462 times in 2022

That's 2,123 more posts than 2021!

239 posts created (10%)

2,223 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@againstacecilia

@princessxkenobi

@sengawolf

@huffle-pissed

@phoenixhalliwell

I tagged 1,333 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#star wars - 334 posts

#do as dreamers queue - 264 posts

#din djarin - 253 posts

#best mutuals - 200 posts

#the mandalorian - 195 posts

#talented mutuals - 179 posts

#star wars fanfiction - 159 posts

#din djarin x reader - 152 posts

#din djarin fanfiction - 119 posts

#din djarin x you - 115 posts

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#just waiting for the everybody lives au's where this boy gets the love and care he deserved

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Nightmares

Alrighty, #BlurbTuesday coming in just under the wire! Since I wasn't able to write anything this week (it's been a BUSY one, y'all) you get a sneak preview into a series I'm writing! This may or may not be exactly how it turns out later, but I thought I'd use this moment since I'm pretty proud of it. Stretching those dialogue muscles!

Warnings: reader has a nightmare, helmet is off for a second, emotions lol. This doesn't really need a rating but, as always, the whole blog is 18+ ONLY. Love y'all. 💖

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256 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#4

How do I tell my husband I want to watch Triple Frontier but not for the plot?

Do I lie and just call these men "the plot"?

Might have to.

297 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#3

Hands

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

Excerpt: "You’d thought about the Mandalorian in that way a couple of times. In the quiet of hyperspace or dark nights on deserted moons, the idea of… Propositioning whatever man laid beneath the beskar seemed like an okay idea. But once the stars stopped blurring through the windshield or the sun rose on your camp, those thoughts evaporated like morning dew and you were left with a hollow feeling—more than a little lonely."

Warnings: When I say 18+, I mean 18+. Unprotected sex (wrap it up, folx!), language, fingering, blow job, cursing, light choking, hair pulling, pretty unedited, just plan on a cold shower afterwards and probs don't read on the work wifi.

Summary: Mando's gone, the kids asleep, and you're bored. And maybe feeling some other things, but you've never had a problem taking care of those things on your own. And just when you start thinking it'd be more fun if someone else was helping you out...

A/N: SMUT. I mean, ahem, smut. It's all smut. Maybe a little fluff but 98% smut. Today is Pornhub's 15th anniversary (don't ask, shut up) and the 45th anniversary of the beginning of Star Wars so I put it all together as an excuse to get SPICY. 😂 Thank you so much to @creatively-analytical and @peetiespetals for beta-reading and giving me feedback, love you both SO MUCH. 💖 As always, love you all. Come say hi and let me know what you'd like to see!

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372 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#2

Hold Me

Back with another late night Blurb Tuesday. I've been really feeling like ass the last few days so have some self-indulgent comfort from our favorite Metal Man. 💖

No real warnings here, reader is sick and Din comforts her. Calls her "sweet girl" and there's mention of brushing back hair but not a lot of description past that.

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485 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I wish you'd write a fic where...

Either Din or Poe pretends to the readers fake boyfriend at a bar/crowded place. To get rid of unwanted attention, they swear. That's the only reason.

😉

Oh well twist my arm. 😍

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: T, I think, but the whole blog is 18+ NO EXCEPTIONS

Excerpt: "Without saying anything you leap into the thick of the rabble, knowing Mando would follow you. The last months of working together had built an understanding between the two of you. You move, he moves. He jumps, you follow. Like your favorite book, you knew exactly what was going to happen when Mando went out into the world and he could rely on that consistency from you as well, all without either of you having to utter a word."

Warnings: Canon typical violence, a grabby guy at a bar, some unspoken feelings, mentions of alcohol, just a hint of angst.

Summary: Hunting with Mando is a great time, but why do people keep trying to hide in bars?

A/N: This lil fic was requested by @creatively-analytical and is also 1000% dedicated to you, my love! I figured your birthday was as good a time as any to answer this! Here's a little protective!Din fic, dedicated to you. I'm SO HAPPY you exist and I'm so thankful our paths crossed. LOVEYOUSOMUCHHAPPYBIRTHDAY

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760 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

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[milknbagels]

"A Simple Guide to Becoming a Kakushi"

A/N: A blurb. A drabble. An OC lore brabble that I made while feeling down. Excuse my poor writing, this was purely self indulgent.

Word Count: Probably less than 1k, samsung notes doesn't give word counts

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She couldn't be called a slayer. Not a mediocre one, not even worthless one. Because she was never a slayer in the first place.

She didn't even think she'd survive the final selection in the first place. She went through the trials with full expectations of dying first. It was obvious. She was chubby and flabby. She was slow and unathletic. She was too passive and obedient. She was prey that had yet to be hunted.

But, at every turn, she got lucky. That's the only explanation how she got through, how she survived.

Luck.

Before she even thought of being a slayer, she was performer. Young? Yes. But a performer nonetheless. She played instruments, sang, danced, anything. Anything to get a few coins for her next meal.

She was lucky to have been picked up by a group of street performers.

Then, when the group was travelling at night to the next village, they were attacked by a demon. It was a massacre. She was the only survivor.

Lucky little girl was able to hide until the slayers came and cut the demon down.

After hearing of the demon slayer's work, she begged for them to train her in some way. She promised to work hard.

She was lucky that they agreed.

Receiving training from a few low ranking slayers, she learned how to wield a sword and a few basic moves. Breathing styles did not come easy to her, but the slayers reassured her that it was normal and that she'd eventually be able to do them with enough training.

Lucky again that the slayers that took her in were lenient and passive. Those slayers would later die in a mission, shortly after she had left for the selection.

When selection came, she was lucky enough to be nearby and was one of the first few there.

When the selection started, she was travelling with a group for the first few days. The other slayers-to-be took care of most of the work, if only for survival. Meanwhile, she barely got one or two kills of her own.

Luckily, she travelled with a group.

Then when the time came to face the hand demon, a young boy with ginger hair and a haori colored green and yellow had saved her, dying in the process.

Again, lucky.

Lucky that someone went and played 'hero'.

She got lucky at every turn all the way until the time her sword came. By then, her luck had ran out.

She never dared hope. She was self-aware. She knew that she didn't deserve to be here. She just got lucky.

So, when her sword came and didn't change color when she touched it, she wasn't surprised nor heartbroken. She didn't cry nor scream. Her eyes simply lowered as she politely gave the sword back to the swordsmith, apologizing with a bow, before walking out the door.

A kakushi stopped her, telling her that she may still become a slayer, that she just needed to train more. To this, she shook her head, declining.

"I just got lucky to have come this far." She said.

The kakushi gave her a look before telling of another job she can take if not a slayer. The kakushi offered her to be part of the Demon Slayer Corps.' support brigade, to become a kakushi.

And yet again, she got lucky.

[asunsetgrace16]

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[ashwhowrites]

Request: Fluster Prompt #3, with A=you, B=Eddie, with Steve, Robin and/or Nancy playing along. This sounds like so much fun for everyone involved... except Eddie. ;D

•A’s friends C and D notice that A is purposely flustering B, so they turn in into a drinking game. Every time B blushes, stutters, or chokes on their drink, they take a drink.

I just know I'm going to have a blast writing this. All fun for the reader and her friends but it's all just games for Eddie 😭

This is a short blurb

Steve decided to throw a huge party for his birthday—well, not huge, just for the group. But everyone seemed to be having a good time. Well, mostly everyone.

Y/N got a tad bored as Eddie had been talking to Dustin for hours. She did not want to be clingy, but she missed her boyfriend. With him at school and her always working, there isn't much alone time. And now they are spending the weekend with Steve. She loved Steve, but why did he have to have a party?

When she got bored, it was never good news for Eddie. which is what Robin, Steve, and Nancy have noticed.

The three of them watched as Y/N sat up straighter and sent a glare in Dustin's direction. Shrinking under her gaze, he swiftly excused himself. They watched as a smile lit up her face, and she placed herself in Eddie's lap. Eddie's cheeks flush right away, and his eyes look up at her instantly. She was whispering in his ear; they couldn't hear what was being said, but they have their theories based on how Eddie's eyes went huge and he swallowed hard.

"I got a game for Steve's lousy party," Robin started, and Steve glared, "Let's take a drink every single time she flusters Eddie, which can be a blush, stuttering, or choke." Steve and Nancy agreed with a laugh.

The three decided to stand closer to the couple to get a front row view.

"Hey guys, come sit." Y/N smirked as she patted the seats near her. Driving herself deeper into Eddie's lap. A small moan was heard in everyone's ears, but no one said a thing. Just a quick, small drink between the three.

The group quickly fell into conversation; the couple, though, were too into each other. Eddie was literally eating Y/N's face off. Steve gagged loudly near Eddie's ear. Eddie pulled away with a shove to Steve's shoulder.

"So Eddie, how is the band going?" Nancy asked as she held her half-full solo cup.

"Oh, it is going really well, plus it gets this one very horny, nothing beats hot groupie sex." He teased as his arm swung over Y/N's shoulder. He wanted to play, huh?

"And girls, when they say guitar players know what to do with their fingers, they are telling the truth." She added as she grabbed Eddie's hand and kissed his fingertips. Eddie began to cough as he choked on his own spit.

She smirked as she threw her own arm over his shoulder. "Oh yes, nothing makes me want to get on my knees more than his cropped tops on stage." She smirked as Eddie cheekily blushed and offered a small smile to the floor.

Nancy, Steve, and Robin gave each other a quick glance, and another sip followed.

Another sip.

Steve was a tad tipsy, so his next words caused everyone to laugh: "Let's talk about our kinks." "I want to know some freaky stuff about everyone."

Everyone took turns spilling their kinks; many laughs were shared, and a few judgmental stares were thrown. The three were excited to see how Eddie was going to handle this new topic.

Eddie may be loud, but he did not want to air out his dirty laundry for everyone. "I'm just into the hair pulling, teasing, and handcuffs," he quickly said as he grabbed his drink to take a sip.

"Bullshit. Eddie loves to be tied up and fucked in his ass." She laughed as Eddie choked on his drink, coughing with watery eyes. The group laughed and took another sip.

"He's also a perv, but I love it," she said as she kissed his lips. He hummed at her familiar taste.

"Eddie, do you prefer her as a top or bottom?" Robin asked 

"um, I- I guess I like her on t-t-op" He stuttered out as Y/N began to trail her fingers through his air, tugging lightly.

The three took another sip.

"He so does, he turns into a big screamer," Y/N added as Eddie blushed yet again.

Another sip

Their cups were running low as the night progressed.

Another sip when Y/N began to rub Eddie's knee made him blush hard.

Another sip came when she reached over to slap Steve, her boobs smacking right in Eddie's face. He whined.

When she got up to go to the bathroom, her ass brushed up against Eddie's hard on, and he didn't hide the moan there.

The final sip and end of the cup occurred when she grabbed Eddie's hand and began to bring him upstairs.

"Hey, do not go in my bedroom!"

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[parkerpeter24]

could u write a tasm!peter fic where like, during that talk with peter 2 in nwh where he tells him to not give up bc him and mj made it work and all he remember this girl he’s been crushing on, which is the reader obviously, and after he comes back he makes a move and its super cute cos he’s shy and nervous and all that yk what i mean like anyway mwah bye love ya

i tried girls. also, sorry for the late reply <3 i just thought i’d make this a part of the nwh blurbs since i haven’t written any more 😭

painting : tasm!peter x reader

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you thought another day in new york would be like the usual, boring and exhaustive, like it always was. however, you were proven wrong when a bus came hurtling towards you as a consequence of a fight between the city’s beloved spider-man and the lizard.

your feet were frozen to the ground, unable to move however hard you tried, as you watched the huge metal being thrown at you. your arms flew in front, bracing yourself for impact.

but it never came.

in that moment you’d thought that you died. but as you opened your eyes, all you could see was a blue and red coloured suit that was holding a man inside of it. a spider-man, to be specific.

“go, go, move out of the way!” he yelled towards you even though his attention was undivided towards the mass of citizens evacuating the area and the giant green reptile, who was now being referred to as doctor curt connors, one of the most brilliant scientists working at oscorp, by j jonah jameson.

you rushed away from the scene, finding a spot to hide and watched from a distance as spider-man took down the lizard.

a wave of applause and cheers were heard from the citizens who were yet again saved by the friendly neighborhood superhero.

that was the first time you saw spider-man.

the second time you saw him was, however, more awkward than dangerous.

peter was already late for dinner and he was sure he would be hearing an earful from may so he just stopped at the grocery store to get her favorite yogurt for dessert. he jogged inside the store as soon as he landed on the pavement after his patrol, still in his blue and red suit but to his advantage, the place was not too crowded.

“can i get two strawberry yogurts?” he asked the owner of the shop.

the middle aged man pulled out two yogurts from the refrigerator nearby and placed it on the counter, eyeing the random stranger in a spider-man costume wearily, “five dollars.” he mumbled.

as peter searched for his wallet in the hidden pockets of his suit, he found his heart drop, just like his wallet probably had earlier in the day while he was busy fighting the green reptile.

“i-i don’t have any money on me.” peter replied sheepishly, waiting for the older man to reply.

and the reply was as he’d expected, “sorry, man, no money, no yogurt.” the deli’s owner was obviously thinking that peter was some rando in a costume while he was too nice to play the but-i-save-the-city-every-night card.

“alright.” peter pursed his lips even though he was aware the elder couldn’t see it. he noticed that his phone had also taken some of the beating from before.

what he failed to notice, however, was that a girl– you– standing a few feet away from him has heard this conversation.

you walked to the counter just as spider-man turned around to leave, “excuse me? i’d like to buy those two yogurts.” and you placed a five dollar bill on the counter.

peter didn’t think much of it at all as he walked out the door. everyone had their share of luck and he guessed today just wasn’t his day. he’d have to profusely apologise to may for being extremely late and not bringing her anything except for a busted lip which he got when he “walked into a wall.”

just as the teenager held out his hand to swing away to reach a bit earlier for dinner at his aunt’s, he heard a call of his name, well, his alter ego’s name.

“spider-man!” you called out, running towards him. the superhero turned around and watched you get closer until you were two steps away from him, panting heavily, “h-hey! i got something that belongs to you.”

spider-man didn’t say anything for a hot second, making you pull out the two cups of may’s favorite yogurt from a little compartment of your backpack.

“for me?” peter asked you.

“yeah, you wanted it and i saw you didn’t have any money so i thought i’d get it for you.” you smiled sweetly at him and peter’s heart swelled with gratefulness.

nonetheless, he started to politely deny, “oh, i couldn’t possibly-” only to be cut off mid sentence.

“it’s the least i can do after you saved my life.” you handed him the cups, “i’ll see you around i guess..”

you didn’t wish for the conversation to end so soon but there wasn’t really anything left to say as you found yourself taking a step back.

“i hope so too.” peter mumbled before clearing his throat. he was just grateful for the sweet gesture and that was the only reason his heart was fluttering inside his chest, there couldn’t have been another reason. he shook the thoughts out of his head, “thanks a lot. you’re my hero!” peter complimented, making you laugh before he swung away.

god how he wished he could stay there and hear you laugh again.

after that day, peter really tried to control the urge to find you but failed miserably. all he wanted was to get to know you, hence he visited the two places he’d seen you that day frequently, just to get a glimpse of you again. and when he did, he was beyond happy. now all he had to do was approach you and ask you to be his friend.

he wasn’t quite sure how.

he landed at the deli after finding it to be not one of those days when he was confident behind his mask and ended up going inside to get a sandwich. the brunette was pretty sure the store was his new favorite place for food.

he went in again and there was the owner, eyeing him weirdly once more. he chuckled nervously, “can i get a cheese sandwich?”

“you got the money?” the owner asked and peter pulled out his wallet this time to show the guy before he went in to heat up his sandwich.

“here for yogurt again?” peter’s head snapped around at your voice so suddenly that his wallet fell out of his hands. “oh, sorry i didn’t mean to startle you.” you bent down and picked it up for him, your gaze falling to a picture of an old couple. you averted your eyes and closed the wallet before you could take a good look, “s-sorry i didn’t mean to pry.”

he took his the brown wallet from your hands quickly, “it’s alright, as long as you didn’t look.”

“i didn’t.” you assured peter with a little smile, “so… what are you doing here?”

waiting for you. “i’m just getting a sandwich. you?”

“milkshake.”

peter had finally got an opportunity. he found a conversation starter. he also found that you visited the deli frequently since it was the closest to your apartment building. since that day on, peter shared his stories with you. he told you about his patrol, sometimes– very rarely– about his personal life, until one day he decided that he could no longer keep his identity from you, finally summed up the courage and told you who spider-man really was.

he was the most beautiful boy– inside and out– you’d ever known in your entire life.

———

“you have someone?” peter, the other peter, asked the question as he found the brunette watching peter– the one who belonged to this universe– and mj; who also belonged to this universe.

the first thought that popped into peter’s head was that it would be a large exaggeration to say that he *had* you. he did have you, but all you wanted was to be friends with him, or so he thought. if not, you probably would have said something. peter didn’t think he could be more obvious with the fact that he had fallen utterly in love with you.

“well, there’s this girl… but, i-it’s complicated.”

“it’s always complicated with us.” the peter who was preparing a cure for the green goblin said.

“sure is. i got no time for peter parker stuff anyway.” he shrugged.

“she know it’s you?” the older peter asked.

“yeah, yeah she does. i told her. but i don’t think she’d like me back” peter chuckled as he got closer to the cure for connor.

he remembered the day he saved you from the lizard and he remembered he’d been working on the cure since then. finding connor’s cure would make one threat less for new york city, but a big part of peter was concerned to assure your safety first. peter also remembered the night he suddenly ended up in this different new york.

it didn’t look much different, but he could feel it.

the friendly neighborhood spider-man was no longer in his neighbourhood. he was supposed to make it to dinner at yours this time. peter wondered how he always ended up tangled in some weird situation instead of making it to a peaceful dinner and a night with movies.

“well, i wouldn’t give up.” the other peter smiled, making him smile back.

the multiverse was real. and if his universe has introduced you to him, then he’d better do something something to prove to it that he was worth having you.

———

fortunately, it had been less than 24 hours before he was back to his universe. he looked at his phone and found thirty seven missed calls and twenty texts from you, twenty nine missed calls from may and texts from gwen and harry asking for his whereabouts. he rushed to get to your apartment quickly.

it had been almost an year since peter knew you, but his heart rate doubled just as he reached your window. he found you in your usual spot, at your study desk, reading a book you had talked to him about a few days earlier and how you were ecstatic that you finally bought it.

you looked back at the source of the sound, not surprised at all, before turning your head back to your book. peter knew you’d be upset but he found the window open, making his heart ease a little. he slid it open and climbed inside your room, “y/n?” his voice was soft– unrestrained of the mask– making it hard for you to focus on your book, “hey.” he took a few steps towards you.

you turned around in your seat and peter prepared himself for a long lecture as he fiddled with his mask in his hands, but all you did was get up off your chair and walk out the door.

the brunette followed you like a lost pup, beyond confused as you didn’t utter a word. he followed you to the kitchen where bowls of uneaten snacks were kept. peter felt guilt fill him up from head to toe, “y/n, i’m really sorry.”

“i thought you were seriously hurt.” your voice was so calm, it sent shivers down peter’s spine.

“i’m sorry, i can really explain this time, i-it was so weird, i got sucked into the multiverse and-”

“the multiverse? that’s real?”

“y-yeah, and it’s crazy! i found two mes, well, they were different but kinda like me.” peter explained, waving his hands around in the air. you listened intently now, “you remember the lizard?” you nodded your head, “he was there, and there were a bunch of other villains, and i helped cure them.”

“you did?”

“yeah and i-i got something to tell you.” he muttered.

“i’m still very pissed at you for not showing up last night but do go on.” you watched his cheeks turn pink.

“i’m going to make it up to you. when i-i was stuck in that other universe, i had a talk with the other peter and i, well h-he told me about his mj, and i realised how you, are my mj.” he shook his head, “n-no. my y/n.”

“what?”

“what i’m trying to say is that-”

“i like you too, peter.”

peter’s head snapped up to look into your eyes, “you do?”

“you really thought you could hide that from me?” you chuckled, making him smile.

“wow.” peter let out a breath of relief, “i thought this would be harder than this!”

“just shut up and kiss me.”

and then his lips were on yours.

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[karma-vvitch]

Morning Star

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just some tooth rotting fluff I guess and... kids...

“Alright kids! Single file line please!” A woman said over some rowdy children at the entrance of the compound. ‘These must be the kids Tony told us to welcome’ you thought.

Every year, Tony opens the compound to kids all over the country. Its kind of a field trip staple at this point. This year Tony chose Bucky and me to welcome and tour the the kids around.  “You ready, y/n?” Bucky asks. "I guess so”, I mean they’re just children right?

“Okay kids let’s greet our tour guides a good morning!” “Good morning!” all the kids screamed. Okay, this is going to fun. “Hi kids, I’m Agent Barnes, some of you might know me as the Winter Soldier. Those names feel a little to formal for me so you guys can call me Bucky-” “Hi Bucky” The kids said in unison making you and Bucky chuckle a bit.

“-And this lovely being beside me-” Bucky added a wink making you roll your eyes “-Is Agent y/l/n, you can call her y/n but you may also know her as-” “MORNING STAR!” a boy exclaimed

“Adrien!” The woman behind them, I’m assuming is their teacher, scolded the boy, Adrien. “No, it’s alright” you state as you crouch in front of the now, sheepish boy.  “Hi there, so I’m guessing you’re Adrien”  The boy meekly nodded. “It seems like you were pretty excited awhile ago?” a lilt to your tone. “-And why is that?”  “I-I’m your biggest fan” the boy slightly perked up. “Really?” 

“Really! I-I mean from what I saw you’re super fast, like blinding fast! Like you’re teleporting! a-and whenever you run you glow! like a firefly!” the boy cheerfully exclaimed.  “Wow Adrien, I’m quite flattered with what you said. Honestly I don’t think my powers are as cool as you said they were” You smiled aghast, as the other kids laughed at your dramatics.  “Excuse me, Ms. y/n” a girl chimed in making you turn to her. “Yes?” “Why is your name morning star?” she questioned “It’s quite a long story actually... but have you ever heard the story of the angel, Lucifer?” Some of the kids nodded “Well the story goes that one day god banished Lucifer from heaven since he defied his plan. This made Lucifer a  “Fallen Angel”.  “Were you banished then?” Another kid piped in “No she wasn’t-”  Bucky said, somewhat coming back to wherever he went. “-the reason we call her that is because just like Lucifer, she fell from the heavens.”  “Why not just call her angel then?” Adrien questioned as he looked to Bucky for answers. “Well we do, sometimes, but we thought ‘Angel’ was too common for a code name. So we used the other name of Lucifer, ‘Morning Star’, instead as her code name.” “Oh!” the kids exclaimed “Plus, they said that Lucifer was the most beautiful angel in heaven” Bucky added. At, the kids giggled and ‘oohed’, one of them even whispering the kissing song.  “They did not!” you shoved Bucky slightly on the shoulder, flustered 

Bucky only grinned at you making you roll your eyes again “Whatever, Prince Charming.” You jabbed at him.

“Okay kids, we’re gonna start our tour so please pick a buddy and stay together. We are first going to the common area where we might meet our other teammates!” You exclaimed making the kids excited Meanwhile Bucky just stared at you, content with how happy you were.

Writer’s Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THAT’S A WRAP. This one shot is a little snippet of a new series i’m making which is called ... drum roll please...  ‘File: Fallen Angel’!  EEEEEK i’m super excited for you guys to see it!!! :))) ALSO a small notice. Some of my stories like ‘Strangers in the Night’ will be taken down for rewriting (I can’t help myself but feel CRINGE whenever I look at it) and there will be a new look for my stories (this oneshot being an example) ALSO I’m very sorry for the weird schedule. For the first time in quite a while, my inspiration to write has come back and I really want to right full on stories and not just blurbs (also because my life has no sense of direction).  A n y w a y s, Thank you for reading this story and I hope it fuels anticipation for the series >:)) h e h e Any similarities with any other stories are just coincidences! Comments and Suggestions are always appreciated! Thank you again! and see you soon!

[yesimwriting]

hiii, this might seem weird but do u have any head cannons for when the reader is pregnant and how the Darkling would react?

a/n love this concept,, it's not weird at all!! i feel like there's so much here!! also i leave for college this month and im lowkey starting to freak out so ive been watching star wars movies for comfort 😭and now i have half a mind to write for them, especially the prequels (cough, cough,, anakin) 😭 😭 that should tell you where i am mentally

anyways lets get into the headcanons:))

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- okay so like most of my headcanons, this is probably going to be all over the place bc i feel like so many different things could change how he would react. Like if the darkling x reader have been trying to get pregnant, or an unplanned pregnancy with someone he really likes, i also think whether or not the reader is a grisha affects his reaction too

- in general though, i think he'd lowkey have a breeding kink he'd def find something about the thought of you having his child really attractive bc for one thing, he wouldn't have to worry about being left alone and now he has an excuse to be a real 'protector'.

- also if youve read my other headcanons i am 100000% convinced that he has this thing where if he really likes someone he needs them to need him (let's all remember the whole 'i will strip you of everything you know and love speech until I'm your only shelter' speech he gave to Alina)

- also i kinda want to write a fic or blurb series or something that's just the darkling being super toxic in super thoughtful ways LMAO if that makes sense, like he's being super sweet but it's to make sure the reader is dependent on him

- and he def wants to be the protector to give himself some sense of assurance bc he's so desperate to not be alone anymore and bc the reader is the only person he has/loves, he wants to feel in control and like he's the less attached one

- okay,, let's get back to the pregnancy thing, anyways, your pregnancy is most definitely activating all of those senses and this was meant to be a sub plot but it kind of became it's own thing lol

- so lets get to the actual pregnancy reaction

if you two have been trying to get pregnant:

- when you tell him, he kind of like, pauses bc it's not every day that he gets surprised so it takes him a moment to register that he's experiencing shock lol, so he tenses and goes islent

- and then after he realizes that he's surprised and that it's bc of a good thing, he manages to relax

- meanwhile you're kind of freaking out bc he got so quiet?? you start to wonder if he's regretting ever wanting a child with you? and you're like two seconds away from a downspiral and then he...

- he touches your cheek and looks at you in a way you've never seen him look at anyone,, not even you

- the look is so warm and strong and full of fierce admiration that you feel foolish for ever thinking he didn't want this. And then he says something about how you're carrying his child and how he didn't realize he could adore you more and then he kisses you and it's all :)) warm:)

- he doesn't want anyone to know that he's expecting a child as long as possible bc of how many enemies he has and how he has to worry about you enough when people just know that you're his 'lover' (a title you never really liked, but one he tells you is necessary to make sure no one realizes the extent of his attachment)

- if you really want to tell your mother or someone of that relation, he won't be mad about it, but he just needs to know

- Genya is the only exception bc the darkling basically instructs her to look out for you,, but when you tell her she's like oh?? you guys just found out?

- miss girl most definitely noticed like a day and a half ago after you cried bc she couldn't find you ice cream the other night 😭and she just assumed you knew but weren't ready to tell anyone

- okay so this what i think is his most problematic expecting father trait would be. So i just ranted about how important secrecy would be to him but he's also the most overprotective person in the entire world,, like he was bad before but once he knows your with child?? yeah, if a man asks you about the weather, he's done for

- he's next to you in a second, ordering either you or the man to do some asinine task

- if you get mad about this (rightfully so) or even just point out how nothing is wrong and you having a casual conversation with a man who isn't even looking at you sexually won't hurt you or the baby, he'll lose rationality

- it depends on how much you push, but it'd be super easy to make him super possessive bc like i said, being bonded by a child has made him so much more intense (and he was pretty intense before)

- and if you push too much he'll lowkey forget about how cautious he's trying to be with you and pin you against the nearest wall and say something along the lines of 'are you already forgetting you're mine? that i own you, body and soul--is my child growing in you not enough of a reminder? because i'll give you another one if you need it.' (AH--i want to write a whole fic based on this line)

- also if the reader is grisha, especially if she's a sun summoner/special grisha like him, he def talks about the power that they've created and how proud he already is and how he can't wait to train together and be the most powerful family in the world

- not everything is perfectly happy though, bc now he feels more pressure to complete his plan and establish the world he wants his child to be born into

- so sometimes when he's working extra hard or is extra aggressive for no reason, you have to work at calming him down and reminding him that the best thing he can do for his child is be there for them (and the child's mother,, lol)

- sometimes he'll respond by actually listening to you and trying to make up for his absence or his aggression by being extra soft until you finally forgive him

- you never last that long, it's hard to be mad at him when he's coddling you and whispering such sweet things about he's so happy to have you and your future child

- overall, his first reaction is to swell with emotion, which he isn't used to, and so he becomes super protective but also extra lovey and you know that his overreactions are just him trying to show that he cares about you and your future child more than anything

If the pregnancy was unplanned:

- the initial reaction is pretty similar, only his state of shock lasts longer

- like i said at the beginning, he's not used to being surprised and an accidental pregnancy is so much more surprising than a planned pregnancy

- this really sucks for you bc he's not exactly known for his patience so you just kinda sit there and genuinely wonder if you're going to be a single mom or if you're going to want to deletus the fetus or something

- but then he takes a step towards you and you see how he's looking at you and you just know that that fierceness has to mean something good

- and at this point you're scared and nervous and feel so alone so tears are pricking at your eyes,, so he wipes his thumb across your cheek to wipe away tears you won't let spill

- he then whispers something really sweet about how you two are now together forever, as you should be

- it's really relieving bc you felt so alone and uncertain and he's such a smooth speaker that by the end of the night, you feel like this is a good thing

- if youre still hesitant/weighing your options, he's not above trying to (gently) manipulate you into thinking that what he wants may be the only way

- by that,, i don't mean outright tricking you bc he means everything he says, but he def is pushing the keeping the baby agenda,, especially if you're a grisha,, and even more so if you're a grisha with similar power levels to him

- he won't get angry at first bc he's not so out of touch that he's unaware of how shocking a pregnancy is to a woman who wasn't planning one,, but his patience is limited and if you fight it too much he will get mad and yell

- but unless you really don't want to have a child, it won't get to that bc he makes the idea of having a baby with him sound so perfect?? like you genuinely don't understand how he did that

- he chases away all of your worries and assures you that youre not alone and that even though it isn't planned he wouldn't rather anyone else carry his child

- the initial conversation would probably end in you two sleeping together again bc he finds the fact that you're carrying his child so attractive and bc being aware of the pregnancy makes him more possessive

- it's also a good way to fight any of your doubts

- speaking of being possessive though,, i feel like he could be a little more possessive/protective of a reader who didn't plan on getting pregnant bc your relationship has been less established

- no one sees you as anything to him and he doesn't want to start rumors now bc it's important to him that his enemies don't find out about you or his future child so he doesn't want that to change

- but he almost forgets about all of those reasons each time he sees a man get a little too close,, especially if that guy is flirty

- it takes all of his will power to not just go 'she's mine and if i wasn't worried about the stress that witnessing something violent would cause our unborn child, you'd be dead already, but if you're not gone by the time i turn around, i'll forget about caution'

- lots of close calls ngl!! at one point youre like 'if it bothers you so much, maybe you should tell someone??' and he's like 'no,, maybe,, shut up' and then you raise one eyebrow and he just closes his mouth and is like 'i mean,, i'll kiss you to shut you up, haha--dont be mad'

- youre the one that's pregnant but sometimes you think he might be the one experiencing the mood swings i swear 😭

- so your little theory gets tested,, he's not the type to gossip with his besties and be like 'guess who's officially my girlfriend, i knocked her up but it's not like it sounds--'

- so he's like ig you can tell genya

- once again genya is like ?? yall thought you were keeping that secret? couldn't be me

- but having it a little out in the open helps ease him just enough that youre actually capable of consoling him when he becomes jealous

- still though,, he's quick to go into possessive/pregnancy kink sex

- youre most def not mad about it,, unless pregnancy has you particularly sore

- he's normally pretty understanding about that and def doesn't mind pulling his weight in the bedroom when he needs

- honestly he'd be really good at being a source of calmness at the beginning, but as time goes on he becomes more and more worried about finishing his plans bc he didn't expect to have a child right now

- so he'd be more adamant about working/becoming more tense and would be more difficult to console if it was an accidental pregnancy

- when you call him out on it--or on anything while your pregnant--it's frustrating for you both bc the number one thing everyone knows is stress is bad for baby, so he's trying to keep you calm without backing down

- these argument always end with one of you clinging to the other,, and then the more angrier of the two just like shuts up, rolls their eyes, and lets go of the argument...at least for now

- the main difference between an accidental and intentional pregnancy would probably be how you perceive him,, bc an intentional pregnancy means youve talked about things but since you havent talked about anything your shocked about how soft he becomes ??

[recurring-polynya]

Do I mind if I ask how you approach writing longer fic? I've always struggled to write anything more than maybe two chapters long and I'm curious if you have a particular method to how you approach such stories.

Thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely love it when people ask me for writing advice because it makes me feel like a Smart Person Who Knows Things.

Before we start, here is one grain of salt to take all of this with: I have a naturally long-form brain. It is very hard for me to write something less than 1k. Short fiction is great, and there is nothing wrong with sticking to short things if that's what your brain likes to do.

So. You have decided to write a story. This is going to focus on "stories". Some people write fic that's more freeform or whatever, I am not going to cover that. What I mean by a story is this:

It starts

Some stuff happens

It ends

It is highly probable that your story contains a change of state, which could be that a villain is defeated, or a goal is reached, but it could also be that character falls in love with another, or someone learns to like broccoli.

I like to start out by completing the sentence, "This is a story where _______". This is basically like coming up with a summary for an ao3 post, except that it doesn't need to be catchy. Lots of different kinds of things could go in that blank! It could literally be what happens: This is a story where Ichigo goes back in time and punches young Aizen in the nose. It could be about what you want to explore: This is a story where Hitsugaya gets a better understanding of his zanpakutou. It could be about the vibe you want to achieve: This is an AU where everyone is in a punk rock band and has cool hair and outfits. The idea of this is to clearly define what you, the author, is interested in writing. Make sure it feels right! Maybe you pick the first one, but when you say it out loud, you say, "You know, I really just want Ichigo to go back in time so he can horse around with young Renji and Rukia and punching Aizen in the nose is just an excuse for that." That may sound dumb, but it's fine, actually! Most people don't read stories strictly for the plot, they read stories for the implications of those plots! Will my favorite two characters kiss? Will there be funny interactions between these two groups of characters? Will there be sick fights? Stories are excuses to have scenes. Sometimes, you will have a story where the interesting sequence of events is the draw, but the point is to know what you're about.

Once you feel happy with your "mission statement", you need to decide the bounds of your story: where it starts and where it ends. It may be easier to start with the end. In some cases, it may be obvious from your mission statement: everyone gets home, a villain is defeated, Kenpachi realizes the meaning of friendship. On the other hand, let's look at that punk rock AU. You've picked a vibe, but you don't really have a natural story arc. It has to have a destination, though, otherwise, it's not really a story, it's a recipe for 3 chapters of an abandoned fanfic. So brainstorm a little: Maybe they get a record deal? Maybe they win a Battle of the Bands? Maybe Byakuya accepts that the band is actually good and tells Rukia he is proud of her. Do not settle for a plot just because it works. Pick something that makes you excited! You're the one who is gonna have to write it!

I said that we needed to pick a beginning point, too, but I'm actually going to skip that for now. The next thing I do is think of all the Big Scenes I want to write, the ones you are hype to write, the ones that pop in your head as you think about the premise. Make a bullet list. They don't need to be in order. The descriptions don't need to be super detailed, but write down anything about it that is important to you. If there's a mood or a snippet of dialogue or a joke you want to make, go ahead and jot that down so you don't forget it later. What you're doing now is putting broad blotches of color on a canvas, filling in space and leaving the detail for later.

Once you are pretty happy with what you have down, try to arrange it in chronological order. Put your end at the end (if it wasn't one of your big scenes, add it now). The next task is figuring out how to traverse your scenes. You've already picked out where you want to spend the majority of your energy. The rest, I regret to tell you, is your slog writing. Now, it often happens that you will find joy in some of these scenes and your best writing may occur there, but that's serendipity. These are the scenes that you are gonna have to make yourself sit down and write, so you honestly want to limit them to just the ones you need.

So how do we do this? Look at the first thing on the list. Can you start there? If so, congrats, that's your beginning. If you can't, what needs to happen to get to there? Where can you start so that you can get to your first fun scene as soon as possible? There. That’s it. You’ve picked your beginning, good job! Now, go through the rest of your list, and add in things that must happen, even if you don’t particularly look forward to writing them. The characters need to travel from geographic point A to point B. Shuuhei needs to say something that Izuru hears and misinterprets. The Central 46 makes a new law. If you have a good idea of how these things happen, go ahead and write them down, but it’s okay if you don’t know yet. Fill in all the blanks so that if you think of each bullet list as a scene, you could read it as a story, start to end. Once you get writing, you might add more scenes, or move things around or whatever, but you should have a thing that functions as a story.

If you struggle with this, an alternative is a story with a very strong structure that is going to guide you though what you have to write.Here are two examples from my own stories Hold On, Hold On (which is only one chapter, but the principle is the same) is structured around the 5 stages of grief. Not Broken, Just Bent takes place over roughly a week, and I just decided what happened every day of the week. See You on the Other Side takes place in the middle of a bunch of canon events, which worked at mile markers.

Congratulations. You’ve just made a rough outline!

Special note for avoiding burnout!: I am a slogger. I will drag myself through the broken glass of an interminable plot to get to a single thirsty scene. That's why, at this stage, I try to look at the ratio of what I want to write to what I must write. It's gonna vary for everyone, but this is a hobby, and if looking at this proto-outline makes you feel deeply tired, maybe this isn't a good story to be devoting your time to! Can you carve it down? Can you chuck two scenes you really want to write and get rid of 80% of the slog? Or maybe you can't! In that case, just write that thirsty scene as a standalone drabble! Or just go work on something else! Maybe in the future, this one will come back to you and you’ll have a fresh idea or a renewed enthusiasm for it.

Another thing I sometimes like to do at this point is to write out some notes about my characters and their motivations and moods. Character A is homesick. Character B is so determined to defeat the enemy that they are having a hard time being sympathetic to Character A. Character C cares for both A and B and is trying to support them both. This is sort of background info that you want to keep in your head as you are writing. Depending on the type of story you are writing, this might actually be the main plot, or it might be happening subtly, but adding to the emotional impact of the story. It’s very easy for me to write these sorts of emotional arcs, but if you struggle with that, you may wish to go ahead and made a more detailed outline for that, too.

Now, it’s time to start writing! I am great at beginnings-- it is very often the case for me that the opening scene was one of my Big Tentpole Scenes. (Before you hate me too much, I make up for this by being double horrible at endings; just let me have this) Usually, I will start at the beginning and write linearly for as long as I can until I get stuck. Then, I will look forward on my outline and do the next chronological scene that I feel like writing. In general, if I sit down to write and there is something I have an urge to write, that trumps everything else. Inspiration is a precious commodity, and you should embrace it when it hits! You can slog any day. I will occasionally hold off writing a scene that I really want to, because I am saving it, like a prize for myself for getting that far. This is a very personal process of figuring out what motivates your brain and then giving your brain what it needs to be its most productive.

Eventually, you will run out of things you are excited to write, but the good news is, you’ve got a bunch of story now! Odds are that what’s left is going to be a lot of those connective tissue scenes, and you’re just going to have to do them, except that now, because you’re connecting two concrete points instead of two abstract points, it will be a lot easier. You can continue running jokes you’ve started. Maybe you invented a cafe in an earlier scene where your characters hang out and you can have them return there. Try to think of ways to make these scenes more fun, both for yourself to write and for your reader to read. 

Around this time, I like to start refining that rough strokes outline into what I will call an “as-built” outline. (This is an engineering term where you update your plans or models for something to reflect any changes that had to be made along the way). This is a great activity to do at times when you feel like you have writers block. I write down every scene I have written as a 2-3 word blurb, in order. I break the scenes into what I think makes logical chapters, and I will do a word count on those prospective chapters and write it down. As you do this, you will realize that maybe you can move a scene from here to there, which will make it 1000% easier to write. Things may be happening too much, or you’ve got the characters eating three times in the same chapter. If you have subplots and dangling threads, this is where you make sure they get closure. I know this sounds very headache-y, but you are so far along in the story at this point that it’s really not-- it’s a way to look at the problems you have left. Use some sort of formatting (I like to bold things I haven’t done and sometimes I put them in red) and it gives you a very visual to-do list.

You specifically mentioned multi-chapter fanfics and I admit that I don’t tend to think in chapters, I tend to think of the story as a whole and just break it up where it feels natural. The as-built outlining I described is very helpful in making sure that my chapters feel balanced. They don’t necessarily need to be the same length, but I like them to have the same amount of stuff in them. One chapter may basically contain one long scene, and other may contain many short ones. I don’t tend to, but you can certainly have a fanfic that varies between short and long chapters, that can actually be an interesting effect. But like I said, I always like to know what I am doing, and so having it mapped out, you can say “welp, this is what I’ve done, how do I feel about that?”

Polynya, you may be saying at this point, do you write the whole fanfic before you post any of it? and I regret to inform you, the answer is yes. A lot of people write as they go, and I have made one attempt at this and I didn’t like it. I don’t like locking myself in, I just need to be able write out of order and go back and change things. Here is the story of a little in love: someone gave me an AU prompt and I got mildly obsessed with it, and wrote 5 snapshots drabbles in that universe, ending with a slight cliffhanger ending. I probably should have stopped there, but I decided to keep going. I wrote out an outline of 5 acts where the first act was detailed to the degree of each chapter being specified. The chapters here were much smaller than I usually make chapters: 1-2k. I wrote act i and ii and it was actually great, and then I hit act iii which required a lot of set up for misunderstandings and a mini romance arc. I couldn’t wing it, but nor could I figure it all out with outlining. I write dialogue in almost sort of an improv “Yes, and...?” style, so until I do it, I don’t know what’s going to happen. So, what I did was treat the second half of act iii as a complete story in the process I describe above, wrote the entire rest of it, and then posted it. One might notice that the chapter lengths grew to 3-5k each. I have two more acts to go, and I haven’t decided how I am going to do them yet, but I suspect I will treat each of them as their own mini-stories.

(I will admit that in Heart is a Muscle, I tend toward chapters that are about 10k long, and this is honestly too long, someone should smack me. If you like punchy chapters, 1-2k is good. I think 3-6k is probably an ideal chapter length. Is this how long the chapters are in my latest fanfic? Absolutely not.)

Okay, so there’s one more step, which is quality control. I am habitual re-reader-- I read my fanfics-in-progress over and over and over while I am working on them. I understand that not everyone does this, but I am usually the primary audience for my own writing, and this is the actual fun part for me. Nevertheless, you should re-read your work at least once, to make sure it hangs together.

This is purely optional, but I recommend it: get a writing friend (if you don’t like re-reading your work, I recommend this even more strongly). If you can get a full-service beta reader, that’s great, but if you can’t find someone, or if receiving that level of critique stresses you out, it’s perfectly valid to just find a friend who will read your stuff and a) shower you with compliments, b) reassure you about parts you aren’t sure about (or suggest ways to help) and c) point out any huge problems you missed. When I am writing a long fanfic, it is a huge motivational factor for me to be able to send my beta chapters as I finish them. If you are already an established writer, and you have people who consistently comment on your fic, they might be overjoyed to get a sneak peak at your work.

And that’s it! That’s the way I do it, anyway! Some people are able to sit down and write a very detailed outline and the write it start-to-finish. Good for them, I say! I have tried this and it doesn’t work great for me. I will admit that some of my fics (especially my early ones) I just sat down and banged out whole-cloth like an insane person and they are generally better than the ones I actually plan out, but that’s not a reproducible process.

As one final mechanical note, I usually write in Google Docs, which I can access on multiple devices (I used to write a lot on my phone), has convenient sharing functionality, and I use the ao3 html formatting script add-in. I generally have two documents for a single story-- one is the outline, and any other notes I want to have handy. I’ll usually put a trashcan space at the bottom for scenes that got cut but I don’t want to lose. The other is the fanfic itself.

I hope this is helpful! Please feel free to follow up with other questions and good luck with your writing!