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[bettys-redwinesupernova]

I THINK HE KNOWS

drew starkey x fem!reader

(mood board does NOT depict reader’s appearance!)

SUMMARY: daniel craig introduces his daughter to his co-star drew starkey at the after party for the ‘golden globes,’ and they do more than just hit it off.🫣

based on this ask !! i got a little carried away with this one and i could genuinely write a WHOLE fic with drew x daniel craig’s daughter😫 i have so many ideas for this pairing, so lmk if you wanna see more !! i hope you enjoy this @drewstarrrkey <3

WARNINGS: fluff & smut (18+, MDNI!), cursing, alcohol consumption, flirty!reader, cursing, p in v, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it😣), switch!drew (mostly dom), like one (?) use of ‘good girl,’ body worship, LOTS of foreplay😝. (lmk if i missed anything!!)

WORD COUNT: 5.2k (i got REALLY carried away😭)

THIRD PERSON +

The energy of the Golden Globes after-party was electric. The clinking of glasses, low hum of laughter, and faint music filled the space. Celebrities mingled under the soft glow of chandeliers, conversations buzzing with excitement about the evening's wins.

Drew Starkey sat at the bar nursing a glass of champagne, still slightly stunned from his earlier win. He'd barely had time to process the moment—his first major nomination and now his first big award.

The crowd was overwhelming, but his co-star, Daniel Craig, had insisted he celebrate properly. Drew watched as Daniel cut through the party with his unmistakable presence, shaking hands, embracing friends, and flashing that rare smile that could light up a room. Behind him, someone followed, and Drew's attention lingered just a little too long.

"Starkey!" Daniel's voice carried above the noise. Drew straightened instinctively, placing his glass back down as Daniel approached.

"Hey!" Drew smiled. "Congrats again. Well deserved, man."

"Thank you. Same to you." Daniel clapped him on the shoulder before stepping to the side. "I want you to meet someone."

Stepping forward with a confident stride was a young woman, poised but relaxed in a way that suggested she belonged in a room like this. Daniel turned to her with an almost affectionate roll of his eyes.

"This is my daughter, Y/N."

Y/N smiled and offered her hand to Drew. "Hi. I've heard so much about you."

Drew shook her hand, his mind scrambling for composure. "You too. I mean—I haven't heard about you in that sense, but your dad's mentioned you. Not in a bad way—uh, I mean—" He stopped, exhaling with a self-deprecating laugh. "Sorry, I'm a bit flustered. It's nice to meet you."

Y/N grinned. "Quite the introduction, Drew."

Daniel raised a brow at them both, clearly amused. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. I see a few friends I need to go bother." He glanced at Drew. "Behave yourself."

Drew let out an awkward laugh. "Of course. Always."

Daniel walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Y/N turned back to Drew, tilting her head slightly as she observed him. "He's very fond of you, you know."

"Is he?" Drew replied, trying to play it cool. "He's great. Working with him was... surreal, honestly."

"I'd imagine. I've seen the movie, of course. You were phenomenal." Her tone was warm, genuine, and Drew found himself smiling at her praise.

"Thank you. That means a lot."

She leaned against the bar, signaling to the bartender for a drink. "You look surprised."

"I guess I just... still don't know how to take compliments," Drew admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's all been a bit overwhelming."

"You shouldn't be so modest. Your performance was stunning. And you've got the trophy to prove it." She shot him a teasing smile. "Don't let it go to your head, though."

Drew laughed, finally feeling himself relax. "I'll try my best. And you—your dad said you're an actress as well? And a model?"

"Here and there. I've done some niche indie films—ones that play in small theatres no one ever goes to." Her voice was light, self-deprecating but playful.

"Niche or not, that's impressive." Drew met her gaze. "What kind of roles?"

Y/N paused as the bartender slid a glass of wine her way. "I guess you could say I play a lot of brooding, lost souls. The ones who always seem to sit by windows and stare out dramatically."

"Ah, very serious. Lots of silent contemplation?"

"Exactly." Y/N laughed softly. "But enough about me. Tell me about Queer. It must've been... intense to film."

"It was." Drew nodded, leaning his elbow on the bar as he turned toward her. "Luca Gaudagnino has this way of making you feel completely vulnerable. It was a challenge, but I trusted him. There's this scene—I'm sure you remember it—where my character completely unravels."

"How could I forget?" Y/N said softly, her eyes locked on his. "You were so raw in that moment. It was almost uncomfortable to watch because it felt so real."

Drew blinked, feeling his ears heat. "That's what Luca wanted. He kept pushing me to 'stop acting,' as he put it. He'd say, 'Feel it. Don't pretend to feel it.' I'd never worked like that before."

"Well, it paid off. Watching you was like watching someone break open right in front of me. Vulnerable, stripped back..." She paused, taking a sip of her wine. "And now here you are, Golden Globe in hand."

Drew looked away, smiling sheepishly. "I'm still processing it."

"You deserve it," Y/N replied firmly. "And no one here is going to let you forget it."

Drew looked at her again, unable to ignore the spark in her gaze. She was bold—not just in what she said, but how she carried herself. It was disarming. "You've got a way with words."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Y/N smiled mischievously. "So tell me, Drew Starkey... how's the fame treating you?"

He groaned playfully, shaking his head. "You're going to make me sound insufferable."

"On the contrary, I think you're handling yourself rather well."

"You say that now," Drew teased. "Talk to me in six months when I've gone completely Hollywood."

"Mm, I don't think that's in your nature." Y/N tilted her head thoughtfully. "You seem far too grounded for that."

"You don't know me yet," Drew countered.

"Well, I'm a very good judge of character. Comes with the territory of being Daniel Craig's daughter—lots of egos to sift through."

Drew raised his brows, amused. "Is that right?"

"Absolutely. I'm rarely wrong." She gave him a sly look. "And my read on you so far is: humble, charming, and maybe a little too hard on yourself."

Drew chuckled, caught off guard. "You're bold."

"Life's too short not to be."

Drew shook his head with a small smile. "And what's your read on yourself?"

Y/N leaned in slightly, her voice dropping just enough to feel conspiratorial. "That would spoil the fun, wouldn't it?"

Drew swallowed, the teasing lilt in her voice setting him slightly off balance. There was a beat of silence between them, the kind that crackled with unspoken tension. He cleared his throat, reaching for his champagne. "You're a mystery, Y/N."

"And you're still a little flustered," she teased, her grin widening. "Do I make you nervous, Drew?"

"Maybe." Drew gave her a crooked smile, holding her gaze. "But I think you like that."

Y/N laughed, the sound light and rich. "I do. I'm not afraid to admit it."

Drew shook his head in disbelief. "You're something else."

"So I've been told." She took another sip of wine, her expression softening just a touch. "But really—what's next for you? After all this?"

Drew shrugged, glancing around the room as if the answer might be hidden somewhere among the guests. "I don't know. This feels like such a huge moment, you know? I almost don't want to think about what's next. I just want to enjoy this."

"As you should." Y/N nodded approvingly. "Don't let anyone rush you."

"I won't." Drew paused, meeting her eyes again. "But... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared of what comes after. What if I can't live up to it?"

"You will," Y/N said softly, her tone sincere. "You've got the talent, Drew. The rest will follow."

Drew studied her for a moment, his chest feeling strangely warm. "You're very good at this."

"At what?"

"Making people feel seen."

Y/N smiled, her expression unreadable. "Maybe you just needed someone to see you tonight."

Drew felt his heart skip, the weight of her words settling between them. Before he could respond, Y/N placed her empty glass on the bar.

"Come on," she said, standing. "You're far too interesting to spend the whole night glued to this bar stool."

"Where are we going?" Drew asked, standing to follow her.

Y/N looked over her shoulder with a mischievous smile. "You'll just have to follow me."

And he did. Without hesitation. A “Yes, ma’am,” slipping from his lips.

Drew followed Y/N as she led him away from the bar, weaving effortlessly through the crowd. She moved with a sort of practiced ease, as if she'd spent her whole life in rooms like this—grand, glittering, and full of famous faces. Drew, still buzzing from the champagne and the residual adrenaline of the evening, was mesmerized.

"I'm dying of curiosity here, where exactly are we going?" Drew asked, his voice tinged with amusement as they turned down a quieter hallway leading away from the main party.

"Somewhere a little less chaotic," Y/N replied, glancing back at him. "Unless you'd rather keep bumping elbows with half of Hollywood."

"No complaints here," Drew said, matching her steps. "I think I've shaken enough hands tonight to last me the rest of the year."

Y/N pushed open a door at the end of the hall, revealing a small terrace overlooking the city. The night air was cool, crisp against their skin as they stepped outside. The noise of the party dulled behind them, replaced by the distant hum of Los Angeles and the quiet rustling of trees in the breeze.

"Better?" Y/N asked, turning to face him.

Drew exhaled, his shoulders relaxing as he looked out over the skyline. "Much better. Thanks."

Y/N leaned against the railing, watching him with an unreadable expression. "You looked like you needed an escape."

"I guess I did." Drew joined her, leaning beside her, their arms nearly brushing. "It's a lot, you know? I'm grateful—don't get me wrong—but... I don't think I'm cut out for the whole schmoozing thing."

"Most people aren't. They just pretend they are." Y/N's lips curled into a small smile. "Besides, you've already done the hard part tonight. The rest is noise."

Drew glanced at her, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. "You're good at this—reading people."

She shrugged lightly, her tone playful but laced with truth. "It's my party trick."

"Anything else I should know about you?" Drew teased. "Other hidden talents?"

"Plenty," she replied with a grin and a cheeky wink. "But I'm not about to give them all away at once. That would ruin the mystery."

Drew shook his head with a laugh, tucking his hands into his pockets. "You're impossible."

"I get that a lot," she said, unfazed. "But you haven't run off yet, have you?"

"No," Drew admitted, his smile softening. "I haven't."

Y/N's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she looked back out at the city. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Did you ever think you'd end up here?" She gestured vaguely to the world around them. "Holding a Golden Globe, being the name on everyone's lips?"

Drew was quiet for a beat, choosing his words carefully. "I don't think it ever felt real enough to imagine. I wanted it, of course—I worked for it—but this? This feels like someone else's life."

"And yet, here you are."

"Here I am," he echoed, looking at her. "What about you? You've grown up in all of this. Does it ever lose its shine?"

Y/N's expression faltered, just for a moment, as if the question touched on something deeper. "Sometimes," she admitted. "It's easy to feel like you're just a part of the machinery—another face in a sea of them. But then you meet someone who reminds you why you love it, why it's worth it."

Drew tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Is that why you act? Because you love it?"

"Because I can't not do it," Y/N said simply. "Even when it's thankless, even when no one's watching... I need it."

Drew understood that. It resonated deep within him—the need to create, to express, to push boundaries for reasons that weren't always tangible.

"I get that," he murmured. "The best moments are the ones no one else sees. The ones you do for yourself."

Y/N turned to face him fully, her eyes sharp and intent. "Exactly. And that's what makes what you did in Queer so powerful. It didn't feel performative. It felt real, like you gave a part of yourself away for it."

Drew swallowed, her words hitting him harder than he expected. "I'm honoured. That's... the best compliment I've ever gotten."

"It's true," she said softly. "And for what it's worth, I think you're just getting started."

Drew looked at her, something shifting between them in the quiet. He felt seen—more than that, he felt understood. Y/N Craig, with her razor-sharp wit and unwavering confidence, had peeled back his layers in a way no one else had managed all night.

"You really don't hold back, do you?" Drew said, his voice low.

Y/N smirked, stepping closer. "Why should I? Life's too short for subtlety."

Drew's breath hitched as the space between them narrowed. She was close enough now that he could catch the faintest trace of her perfume—something heady and elegant that suited her perfectly.

"You're dangerous," Drew said, his voice a little unsteady.

Y/N arched a brow, clearly amused. "Am I?"

"Yeah." Drew's lips curved into a small smile. "The kind of person who makes you forget to play it safe."

Y/N tilted her head, her eyes locking with his. "And do you always play it safe, Drew Starkey?"

Drew hesitated for just a second before answering. "Not tonight."

Y/N's smile widened, a knowing glint in her eyes. She reached up, her fingers brushing the lapel of his suit jacket. "Good."

The air crackled between them, thick with unspoken possibilities. Drew could feel his pulse quicken, every sense heightened as Y/N held his gaze. She was testing him, waiting to see what he'd do.

And for once, Drew didn't think—he just acted.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

Y/N's smile was slow and deliberate. "I thought you'd never ask."

Drew grinned, a mix of nerves and excitement flickering across his face as Y/N tugged him by the hand, leading him back through the terrace door. The pair slipped back into the hallway unnoticed, the music and chatter of the afterparty drowning out their hasty footsteps.

"Are we seriously sneaking our way out right now?" Drew whispered, though the grin he wore betrayed any hesitation.

"Unless you'd rather stay and talk to George Clooney about his favorite vineyards," Y/N teased, looking back at him with a mischievous smile. "Then we need to make haste!"

Drew huffed a quiet laugh. "Okay, fair point. Let's go."

They moved quickly, dodging small clusters of guests and waitstaff like a pair of teenagers sneaking out of school. Every time their eyes met, a fit of laughter threatened to spill out of them.

"Act natural," Y/N mock-coached as they passed one of the party coordinators.

"Yeah, because that's going well," Drew shot back, trying to suppress his smirk.

Finally, they pushed through a side exit and found themselves in the cool night air, away from the golden haze of the afterparty. The parking area was quiet, save for a valet who barely looked up as Y/N called for a car.

"God, I feel like we just got away with murder," Drew muttered, running a hand through his hair as he stood beside her.

Y/N grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed. "Feels kind of good, doesn't it?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah... yeah, it really does."

The car pulled up, and Y/N wasted no time climbing into the backseat. Drew followed, sliding in beside her and shutting the door. The silence in the car was loaded, broken only by the faint hum of the radio and the distant sounds of the city.

"Your hotel, I assume?" Y/N asked, glancing at him.

"Yeah." Drew cleared his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of what they were doing hit him. He glanced at her and added softly, "If that's okay."

Y/N gave him a teasing look. "Wouldn't be here if it wasn't, would I?"

Drew felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and he covered it with a laugh. "Right. Fair point."

The ride to the hotel felt like a blur, the two of them making light conversation as they both tried to ignore the electric undercurrent running between them. When the car finally pulled up to Drew's hotel, he shot Y/N a nervous glance.

"You sure about this?" he asked quietly.

Y/N's lips twitched into a smirk as she leaned closer, her voice low and teasing. "You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"Definitely not," Drew said quickly, earning another quiet laugh from her.

They hurried through the lobby—heads down, hands brushing but never fully touching. Drew felt like his heart was pounding in his ears as they reached the elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, Y/N let out a giggle, biting her lower lip.

"We look so suspicious right now," she whispered.

"You look suspicious," Drew shot back with a grin. "I look like someone trying not to have a heart attack."

She rolled her eyes playfully, stepping closer to him. "Relax, Golden Globe winner. No one's paying attention to us."

"That's the problem," Drew muttered under his breath, earning another soft laugh from her.

The elevator dinged, and they stepped onto Drew's floor. He fumbled briefly with the keycard as Y/N watched, clearly entertained by how flustered he'd become.

"Need help?" she teased.

"I've got it," Drew replied quickly, finally getting the door open. He held it for her as she stepped inside, and he followed, shutting it behind them.

The hotel room was simple and sleek, the lights dim as Drew tossed his keycard onto the desk. He turned to find Y/N standing near the window, looking out at the glittering cityscape. She turned to face him, her expression softer now, though still full of that familiar mischief.

But it was like something had switched in the air. Drew leaning back against the door as he studied her.

"So," he began, his voice quiet but laced with an edge that made her stomach twist, "I bet you think you're calling the shots tonight?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "I mean, I guess we'll see who's running this show, won't we?"

Drew pushed off the door, taking a slow step toward her. His movements were deliberate, almost predatory, and Y/N found herself instinctively taking a small step back. But she wasn't about to let him see her falter. She leaned forward slightly, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"You walk like you own the place," she said, her tone teasing. "But I bet you're all talk."

Drew stopped just inches away from her, his breath warm against her skin. He lifted a hand, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who seemed so intent on dominating the situation.

"Careful, Y/N," he warned softly, his voice almost a whisper. "You might be surprised at what I'm capable of."

His fingers trailed down her neck, and she shivered despite herself. What is this? she wondered, her earlier confidence beginning to waver. There was something magnetic about him, something that pulled her in despite her best efforts to maintain control.

"Or maybe," she countered, tilting her chin up defiantly, "you're just trying to scare me."

Drew's lips twitched into a smile, but there was no warmth in it. "Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice dropping lower. "But why don't we find out?"

Before she could respond, his hands were on her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. Y/N gasped softly, her pulse quickening as his proximity overwhelmed her senses. His lips were so close to hers, his breath mingling with hers, and she couldn't help but tilt her face upward, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured, his voice rough and intimate. "And I'm not one for playing games."

Y/N swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how much taller and stronger he was than her. But she wasn't about to back down. "Good," she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Because I like a challenge."

Drew's eyes darkened, and without warning, he dipped his head, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was commanding, urgent, and left no room for doubt about who was in charge. Y/N's hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly as she tried to steady herself against the wave of desire that washed over her.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding entry, and she parted them instinctively, allowing him access. The kiss deepened, grew more intense, and Y/N felt her knees weaken. Drew held her firmly, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her face, angling her head to deepen the connection.

When he finally pulled away, Y/N was breathless, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling rapidly. She blinked up at him, dazed and disoriented, and realized with a jolt that she'd completely underestimated him.

"As wonderful as that was," Drew said, his voice husky and raw. "I think I need to go slower. Test your limits."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she stared up at him, realisation dawning. He's not bluffing, she thought, her earlier confidence faltering. Drew was lethal, charming, and utterly in control, and she had walked right into his trap.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Drew's lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Everything."

His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, pressing her closer against him. The heat between them was electric, a palpable tension that threatened to ignite at any moment.

Y/N's breath came in short bursts as she tilted her head up, her lips parted in anticipation. He's not going to kiss me, she thought, not yet. But the way his eyes darkened, the way his fingers flexed against her skin, told her she was wrong. He was going to do exactly what he wanted, and she was going to let him.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "Tell me how much you like this."

She hesitated for a split second, but only a split second. Her boldness was ingrained, a survival mechanism honed by years of attention and expectation. "I like it," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. "I like that you're taking control."

Drew's smile was slow, predatory. "Good girl," he said, the words soft but laced with authority. He kissed her then, a deep, bruising kiss that left no room for doubt. His tongue swept into her mouth, demanding, exploring, claiming. Y/N melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance as the world around her dissolved into sensation.

When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless. Drew stared down at her, his blue eyes gleaming with something that made her stomach twist. "You're not in control here, sweetheart," he said, his tone conversational but firm. "Not anymore."

Y/N swallowed hard, her earlier confidence faltering. He's right, she realised. I walked into this thinking I could handle him, but he's handling me. And God, it was intoxicating.

Drew didn't wait for her response. Instead, he turned her gently, positioning her with her back to him. Her heart raced as she felt his body press against hers, his chest warm and solid against her spine. His hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She gasped, arching into his touch.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice rumbling against her ear.

She nodded quickly, too caught up in the sensations to form words.

"Good," he said, his grip tightening momentarily before he released her. Y/N blinked, confused, as Drew stepped back. He moved to the bed, sitting down and leaning back on his elbows, his legs stretched out in front of him. His gaze was intense, predatory, as he watched her.

"Take off your dress," he said simply.

The command hit her like a bolt of lightning. Y/N hesitated, her hands moving instinctively to the zipper at the back of her gown. She glanced at Drew, expecting... something. A smile, maybe, or a reassuring word. But his expression remained unchanged, a mask of calm dominance.

He's serious, she thought, her pulse quickening. He wants me to do this for him.

Slowly, deliberately, she began to unzip her dress. The fabric slid down her shoulders, pooling at her hips. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Beneath it, she wore only a lace bra and matching panties, the delicate garments doing little to conceal her arousal.

Drew's eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the slight tremble in her thighs. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "But not enough."

Y/N's brow furrowed. "What—"

"Shh," he interrupted, raising a hand to silence her. "Don't talk. Just listen."

Her breath caught in her throat as Drew leaned forward, his movements fluid and precise. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the strap of her bra. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it sliding down her arm. Her nipples tightened immediately, peaking under his scrutiny.

"Perfect," he said, his voice a low purr. He cupped her breast in his hand, squeezing gently. Y/N bit her lip to stifle a moan, her legs trembling beneath her.

Drew's free hand reached for the waistband of her panties, tugging them downward until they clung to her hips. He paused there, his fingers tracing the edge of the fabric before hooking his thumbs into the sides and pulling them down her legs.

Y/N stood before him completely exposed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. Drew's gaze was relentless, unapologetic, as he took in every inch of her.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

She obeyed, her movements stiff with nervousness. When she faced away from him, Drew's hands returned to her body, one stroking down her spine while the other traced the curve of her ass.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. He pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, his lips lingering as his hands explored her body with increasing boldness.

Y/N's knees nearly buckled beneath her. This is happening, she thought, her brain struggling to keep up with the intensity of the moment. He's really doing this.

Without warning, Drew spun her around and pushed her backward onto the bed. Y/N landed with a soft thud, her heart pounding as she looked up at him. Drew loomed over her, his expression dark and commanding.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice sharp and clipped.

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing. Is this what I want? The question flashed through her mind, but the answer was already there, buried beneath the haze of desire clouding her judgment.

She spread her legs, her breathing shallow and uneven. Drew's eyes flicked down, noting her readiness with a smirk.

"Good girl," he said, the words dripping with approval. He knelt between her thighs, his fingers skimming the inside of her knee before moving upward. Y/N's breath hitched as his touch neared her core, her body tensing in anticipation.

And then, quite suddenly, he stopped.

"Wait," he said, his voice firm.

Y/N blinked up at him, confusion and frustration warring within her. "What?" she managed to whisper.

Drew's smile was wicked, almost cruel. "I need to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

His fingers pressed against her inner thigh, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm. "Tell me what you want," he demanded. "Tell me how much you need this."

Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson, her confidence faltering under his unrelenting gaze. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Drew's expression hardened, his hand withdrawing from her thigh. "Then we're done here."

"No!" she cried, desperation clawing at her throat. "Please, Drew, I—"

"Say it," he interrupted, his voice a low growl.

She hesitated, her pride warring with her need. But she needed this, more than she cared to admit. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I... I need you to fuck me."

At her admission, Drew's control snapped. His hands and lips were everywhere, leaving no part of her untouched, no moment unexplored.

And within a split-second, he pushed into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her body adjusting to his size, her muscles tightening around him. Drew began to move, his rhythm slow and steady, building the tension once more. He watched her face intently, reading every twitch and moan, adjusting his movements to maximise her pleasure. It was as if he could feel every sensation she was experiencing, as if they were connected in a way that went beyond the physical.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in another bruising kiss. His hand found her clit, his thumb circling it in time with his thrusts.

The cacophony of sounds filled the room: slick skin connecting, Y/N's breathless whimpers and cries of pure pleasure, Drew's soft moans. But to them it sounded like a symphony; a truly bewitching one.

"Y/N," Drew said her name like a prayer, his voice ragged with volatile emotions. "Look at me."

She obeyed, meeting his gaze as tears of ecstasy blurred her vision. This was it, she realised. This was what she'd been missing. The raw, unfiltered connection, the trust, the surrender.

"Don't look away," he commanded, his voice fierce but tender. "Stay with me."

She nodded, her breathing shallow as she clung to him, her body tense with anticipation. And then, as if on cue, her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed his name.

Drew followed soon after, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he poured himself into her, his body shuddering with release. For a moment, they lay there in silence, their hearts pounding in sync.

"So," she said quietly, breaking the silence. "Not a bad way to celebrate your first Golden Globe win, is it?"

Drew let out a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Not bad at all."

Y/N grinned, lifting her head to look at him. "Good. Because I plan on reminding you about this night for years."

Drew rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Not a chance."

Drew shook his head, pulling her closer. "You're the worst."

"And yet, here we are," Y/N teased, settling back against him.

Drew couldn't argue with that. As he lay there, listening to her quiet breathing and staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but think that this was, without a doubt, the best night of his life.

(dividers by @kodaswrld !!)

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i had SO much fun writing this request and i REALLY got carried away XD i hope this wasn’t too long, and was exactly what you wanted my lovely :) request are going to be open for the next 24 hours so get some in if you have anymore everyone !! <3

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I’m begging you, please write something for us Lance girlies.

𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭-𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞? 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝! - 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖 | 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐏𝐍𝐅 |

𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

summary: it’s the most wonderful time of the year! you swear there’s love in the air. however, your friends, family, and fans think you need intensive therapy. content warning: vacation romance. girls trip. love at first sight. fluff. profanity. mentions of reader’s previously failed relationships. reader has a mom and sister. sibling dynamics (bullying). friendship. delusion. reader has a puppy. all photos are from pinterest.  pairing: lance stroll x fem!black!reader

from serene: i wish peace, love, and happiness on everyone’s soul…and i hope my unexpected lance stroll smau series distracts you from the torment of the race weekend. LOL xxx < 3

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twitter • ynplays • december 11th

imessage • yn and friends

instagram • ynplays • dec12th • winter wonderland ⚑

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ynplays: brr 🥶 if only their was a 6-foot, brown-eyed, strong man to keep me warm 😏🥺

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user1 so it starts 😣

➥ user2 please let this be a normal vacation!!!

➥ user3 with yn??? no way

yourmom i didn't raise you to act like this…

➥ yoursister mom idk where you went wrong with her

➥ ynplays she let me have unmonitored access to the internet

➥ user4 ah that makes sense 🙂‍↕️

➥ user5 that'll do it mhm

yourbestie please can we go inside the fucking resort my ass is freezing as im typing this

➥ yourfriend1 u just mad bc u slipped and busted your ass

➥ yourbestie would you be mad if i punched you so hard yo nose broke?

➥ user6 heyyYYY come getcho friends yn!!!

➥ user7 they about to crash out 😳😳😳

user8 lots of athletes like to go skiing and snowboarding during their winter breaks 👀

➥ yourfriend2 DO NOT give her any ideas, pls im begging you 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🙏🏽🙏🏽

➥ user8 american football players, basketball players, racecar drivers, hockey players, tennis players...😏

➥ ynplays omg ao3 fic, meet-cute, 654k words, love at first sight, strangers to lovers, no angst, happy ending, hockey player x yourname romance irl???

➥ yourfriend2 i begged,,,

twitter • ynplays • december 12th

instagram • ynplays • dec13th • the slopes ⚑

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ynplays: sega’s first snow and my first day on the slopes 🥹🐶

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user9 is your puppy named after the video game franchise, SEGA?

➥ ynplays yes! sega made mortal kombat which is my fav fighting game, so i named her after the company :)

➥ ynplays also, you can't forget about sonic and persona (super monkey ball too!!!)

➥ user10 me n the boys go crazy on super monkey ball

yourbestie pretty girl < 3

➥ yoursister if i was a man...mhm 😈

➥ yourfriend1 why do u always say some weird shit

➥ user11 turning your family tree into a circle energy

user12 are you just skiing or are you going to snowboard too??

➥ ynplays i want to do both! starting with skiing bc it's a "ski" resort ig? but i can't wait to try a board :)

➥user13 sounds like a fun! hope you have a nice vacay < 3333

user14 YNNNN ⚠️⚠️ you should get some of those plush turtles that you put on your butt so it doesn't hurt as much when you fall ⚠️⚠️

➥ user15 yes omg like this comment so she can see ittttt

➥ user16 those cushions literally saved my ass when i went boarding last year fr

➥ ynplays should i get one? do they sell them anywhere near the resorts?

➥ user16 yes, they should!

igstory • ynplays uploaded!

[caption; well,,,i think i need skiing lessons. hope the man i ran into has less snow down his shirt than i do.]

user17: eating shit is a staple of learning to ski

user18: the man 😀���� ynplays: i think it was the same dude who opened the door for me !!! user18: babe that's fate atp i don't make the rules

yourfriend2: i think you're about to have your meet-disaster. look up, he's skiing our way ynplays: oGM WH$T TH3!?!!

twitter • ynplays • december 13th

igstory • ynplays uploaded!

[caption1; he said i was a total loss at skiing and taught me how to snowboard instead ;p] [caption2; is it love if he buys you $25 ski resort hot cocoa?]

user19: oh no you're down BAD

yourfriend1: idk if it’s love but it's a stupid purchase 👏🏽 i can tell you that much

yoursister: no the fuck it's not love 🤬

user20: $25 HOT COCOA?!! outrageous user20: you better marry that man ynplays: you understand me on an subatomic level

instagram • yourbestie • dec13th • the shredder ⚑

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yourbestie: we’re all way better at this snowboarding thing, even yn. thanks to her “brown eyed beau” 🤨 (her name not mine)

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user21: oh them drinks look thirst quenching 🤤🤤🤤

➥ user22: i wish free refills were implemented worldwide

user23: they would have to chain me up in my room if i were at this resort...i'd be foaming out the mouffff 😮‍💨🥴

➥ user24: bro what 🤣🤣🤣

➥ user25: think it's time you get castrated lil bro

➥ user26: watchlist type beat 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽

yourfriend1: i thought this was supposed to be a girls trip :(

➥ yourfriend2: it never is with yn unfortunately

➥ yourbestie: FRFR this turned into the girls....and l****

➥ ynplays: don't be fucking rude 😒

➥ ynplays: he payed for our drinks and taught me how to shred ☹️

user27: "l****" ???? alright agents let's find out who this mfer is

➥ user28: *brushes off my criminal justice degree*

➥ user29: i've compiled a list of five letter boy names that start with L on a google doc and male celebs who have posted any ski resort pics or those who implied they were going

➥ user30: i have a google doc of all the male athletes who have posted any skiing/snowboading/resort pics AND athletes who implied they were going somewhere cold for holiday

➥ user29: ,,,i like your style. let's merge our docs 🤝

➥ user31: post the link on twitter and let's fucking get to it

© httpsserene 2024

[lewisvinga]

girl dad | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

summary: the ricciardos as shown on daniel’s jpg account

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; none

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! happy (late) valentine’s day every1 🫶

masterlist !

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daniel3.jpg: picnic with my best girls today

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: abi and i love u sm🫶🫶

daniel3.jpg: my girls ❤️

username: FUCK GIRL DAD DANIEL

username: abigail is so cute🙁🙁

landonorris: princess abi💅

daniel3.jpg: the princess made me carry her the whole time 😌

username: y/n and daniel really are the cutest parents omg

username: the baby🙁🙁

username: the scenery looks so nice wtf

username: them>>

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daniel3.jpg: family vacation time with my queen and princess ☀️⛱️🌊

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: abi was scared of the water until he held her btw🥹🥹 she’s such a daddy’s girl 🙁

daniel3.jpg: don’t worry, when we have a boy, he’ll be a mama’s boy

yourusername: abi is still a baby i am not popping another baby out for another 2 years AT LEAST

daniel3.jpg: we’ll see about that..

username: yo😭

username: the first picture 🙁 they’re such a cute family i

username: girl dad danny ric>>>>

username: i care more abt this family than my own😭

maxverstappen1: how’d abi like the sun hat kelly and i gave her 😎

daniel3.jpg: she loved it !

username: 🥺🥺🥺

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daniel3.jpg: danny ric jr, aka the cutest baby, documented by the most beautiful woman on this earth

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yourusername: the helmet was so big on her but she wanted to be like ‘dada’🥹

daniel3.jpg: she’s my mini me❤️

yourusername: danny come home ur daughter ( & me ) misses u

daniel3.jpg: just a few more hours, my love, then my attention will be ONLY for my favorite girls

username: the way the last 10 posts have been about y/n and abigail 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

username: daniel just like me bc if i was married to y/n and had the cutest kid w her, i’d be constantly posting them

username: daniel is such a lover boy omg

username: my heart can take it anymore

username: major baby fever rn 😣

landonorris: abi slay

daniel3.jpg: abi slay 💅

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daniel3.jpg: happy valentines today to my sweetest girls 💗

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: happy valentine’s day to the best dad itw! we love you💗🥹🫶

daniel3.jpg: and i love my girls ❤️

username: OUR FAVORITE GIRL DAD❤️‍🔥

username: abigail’s lil dress ☹️☹️

username: ugh they’re so goals

username: adding this to my pinterest board

username: i love the ricciardos

username: girl dad danny ric! girl dad danny ric!

maxverstappen1: happy valentine’s day to the princess of the paddock aka abi 😌

daniel3.jpg: she said u gotta let me pass u every race, her words not mine

maxverstappen: love her but no❤️

[screampied]

QUEEN POOKIE!!!!! thots on oral fixation?? bc SIGN ME TF UP WHERE DO I SIGN WHERE'S MY PEN GIMME 14 OF THEM HOES plsplsplsplsplspls WITH SUGU???? WITH TORU???? WITH TOJI???? GIRLIE POP???? imagine them getting us a sex toy that we can suck on when we miss having them in our mouth but for some outrageous reason, they can't sate our needs LMFAO no bc i feel like toru would be on board with it the most. like ykwim? he would have the freak to match our oral fixation bc i mean the man is basically walking diabetes, always munching on sweets BUT WE LOVE U TORU WHOOOOOOPP

and then sugu would def be a mix between a mean dom and a soft dom abt it, HEAVY ON TEASING but so loving at the same time right??? gradually sinks his fingers deeper in our mouth

TOJI UGH MY ULT BIAS😣😣😣 he would be down for whatever but he would shove his fingers right away. like damn papi chill out zaddy HAHAHA

ugh kento😖😖 BEST SOFTDOM EVER YES SIR DADDY YOUR HONOR I LOVE HIM!!!!! would be guiding us through sucking on his fingers and notices when we get extra squirmt but doesn't tease us as much as the other 3

BYEEEEEE

—(still) bricked reading sesh anon :p

i looooove oral fixation i’ve written about it a few times 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hits different with toji or even satoru hmmmgnh. ur right satoru’s such a freak, i feel like he’d get so turned on if he found out his s/o had a oral fixation omg. imagine sucking on his long fingers ….. aren’t they like six inches or is that a myth. either way phew, need it

suguru’s so sexy 😭😭😭😭. i feel like he’s kinda similar to satoru but he’s just a teasingly mean menace. would make fun of u honestly. suguru’s got thick rough fingers … idk why i keep thinkin ab fingers but ough

tooooojiiii. he’s just straight up nasty tbh. ur right he wouldn’t even question it. he’d get turned on if anything, smearing ur saliva against your lips n telling u to be a good girl n clean his fingers off. ooooh i need him so bad hello good evening 💔

kento soft dom king :((( UR RIGHT AB THE GUIDING. he’d be flattered n a bit abashed at first but loves to make sure you’re feeling good >>>>

[ssahotchnerr]

i’m in italy atm and all i can think about is going on holiday with aaron (with an age gap obvs), and him being full holiday mode😭

and wearing the HOTTEST outfits, like the tight polos, khaki shorts, button ups omg

but also being so caring and fun, and finally letting himself relax, your honour i love him🩷💖💞

omg i'm so jealous of you and PLEASE aaron in vacation mode is one of my all time favorite things 🤭 not me having a pinterest board with this aesthetic 🫣

no because no one needs a vacation more than him 😣 SO when you first mentioned it, he was a bit hesitant - like can he make it work due to his schedule, will he be able to take time off, etc - but he has more than enough vacation time piled up, and he wants needs to spend undivided time with you, so before you know it the two of you are booking a hotel and those buying plane tickets <3333

and the lead up too!!!!! the days up until you leave, he's sending you texts throughout the work day, things like "these consults driving me insane, can't wait until it's just you and me" "so excited to get away with you sweetheart" or he's texting you links of things to do while you the two of you are there - tourist places, maybe a wine tour, boat tours, maybe a beach or two. he's just so excited for that much needed break he's too stubborn to give himself, and most importantly he's excited to just be with you <3 🥰

and buying aaron clothes for him to wear 🤭 like of course you know what he looks the sexiest in, and of course he wants to please you hehe 🤭 so he doesn't argue against those tight polos showing off that strong torso of his, a tight button-up and almost looks like it's going to pop - again just exhibiting that hot dad bod and showing off his muscles in alllllll the right places <333333 🤤🤤🤤 and the shorts!!!!!!! the man has a hot pair of calves that he doesn't nearly show off enough thanks to the dress slacks he always wears - so those need to come out to play too

anddd he definitely does shopping of his own for you too 🤭 things for you to wear out and in the bedroom hehe 🥰😵‍💫

and it takes the two of you foreverrrrr to get ready in the morning, or to get ready for dinner, to go out, because either one of you just pounces the other because of how good they look 😵‍💫 the second aaron put on one of those sexy polos, you were a goner. you put on such a pretty dress, and within moments aaron already has it on the floor hehe <3333

but UGH just throughout the days the two of you are there - his eye bags nearly disappear, the tension in his shoulders are long gone, he's smiling and laughing more 🥹 he's just sooo carefree and even a bit giddy <3 walking around your vacation spot, both your hands are joined and he's swinging them back an forth lightly, bringing your hand to his lips, and simply kissing you no matter where with no hesitation 🥹

going on a boat tour with him 🩷💓💞💞🩷 he's standing behind you as you're taking in all the sights, his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he keeps presses kisses to your neck and UGH he's so happy to be in such a beautiful place with someone who's even more beautiful <3333

and lounging on a beach together, just 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 shirtless aaron and the dilf sunglasses <333333 and aaron insists on putting multiple layers of sunscreen on you - he says it's due to the sun, but he just wants an excuse to touch you lmao <3333 and of course if he's putting more on you, you'll gladly return the favor 🤭 aaron still manages to get a lil burnt, which he is a bit grumpy over that night as the two of you get ready for dinner, but in your eyes he just looks so soooo pretty sunkissed, and then it develops into a tan 😮‍💨🤤 <333333333

and every day, you end it watching by the sunset together 💕💓🥰 accompanied with sooo many kisses and sweet words <333 like aaron thanking you for getting him away, and how much he loves you <3333

[obesessedwithjohndory]

brozone hcs because the brainrot is real and i love them all so much mwah mwah (except they’re mostly about john dory because i just love him so much 😖)

john dory 100% calls the toilet a shitter (every time i think of this i giggle)

john dory is dyslexic and struggled to write songs for the band when he was younger and he didn’t stop until he finally had them down

they have karaoke parties at bruce & sons when it’s closed for the evening and it’s just the brothers

branch hates it when they fight

floyd & jd move to pop village, floyd moves into the bunker with branch and john dory stays in rhonda but is always near the bunker & he spends the night there sometimes

branch is closest to jd & floyd

branch’s second favourite brother is john dory but he refuses to admit it

bruce can rap

john dory has 100% definitely been arrested before

john dory knows the rasputin dance and will most definitely put on a show when it’s put on at parties

bruce listens to 50 dad music

john dory is lowkey scared of ghosts and hates it when branch tells ghost stories in the bunker when it’s dark in there

john dory is the father (figure) branch never had & he hates to admit it

the bros are feminists

for the first like 6 months on branch’s life jd was his favourite and he would only stop crying if he was in his hair/ if he was holding him

they’re really good at acapella

john dory cries watching the titanic

once a month they’ll all either stay in the bunker or vacay island and they have a family game night & it always gets really competitive (usually between jd and clay, bruce had to intervene before the board game gets snapped in two)

their mum was eaten before trollstice by a bergen that broke into the cage guarding the troll tree when branch was still an egg & their dad was a total d!ck so he didn’t really care, not long after he left jd to look after all his brothers and then like probably a week later branch hatched

speaking of their mum, jd was a total mummy’s boy idc

it wasn’t until branch was about four months old that they moved in with rosiepuff so she could help out

bruce was in a musical (iykyk)

john dory can play the guitar

clay reads before he goes to bed and won’t until he’s read at least 50 pages

bruce is the type of guy to tell everyone they can’t eat their food until he’s taken pictures of it if they’re at a restaurant that isn’t his. it always ends in bruce scolding them as they all get tired of waiting and start eating

clay has an insane amount of sweater rompers

floyd subconsciously sings to himself when he’s anxious- it’s something he picked up when in the diamond while velvet & veneer had him captive

the goggles & glove are a comfort thing for jd

clay can beatbox but he doesn’t like doing it because “it’s not serious”

john dory and branch are always in sync one way or another and they don’t even realise it half the time

jd really wants kids but is worried he’ll mess that family up just like he messed his family up when brozone broke up

SORRY FOR THE LACK OF CLAY & FLOYD 😣 i’m gonna come up with some more hcs not only for them but for jd and my oc rhea (i’ll have to write abt her bc i can’t draw for shit 💔)

[universitypenguin]

aliceeeeee do u think lloyd and princess have ever/would ever do it w a sex machine thrown into the mix? cause it seems like lloyd isn’t against integrating toys into sex, so it got me thinking. im ovulating right now and lloyd and princess are all that’s filling my mind. i’ve been missing them a lot recently lol 😣

I think Lloyd would be 100% on board to try a sex machine. Princess, on the other hand, would require some convincing. 

As for where the notion of a sex machine originated, it’s definitely Lloyd’s idea. Being the more experienced of the two, I can see him wanting to have a “first” with Princess, and experiment in a way that he didn’t have a chance to with the casual partners he had in the past. (Casual sex has been the entirety of his adult sex life, so… yeah. Not a lot of chances to develop the trust necessary for an element like a sex machine.) 

Lloyd’s enthusiasm for trying a sex machine probably wouldn’t be matched by Princess- at least, not initially. I can’t imagine Princess not being at least a bit shocked by the idea. Has she watched porn with sex machines before? Sure, of course. Did she find those videos exciting? Absolutely- but reality is different from fantasy. 

Princess’ main objection to using a sex machine is that it feels cold and unemotional. Having spent a lot of time getting off on her own, she’s very aware that a huge part of what turns her on (and helps her finish) is the connection she feels with Lloyd. Her other concern is that a sex machine would be repetitive and wouldn’t have any variation to keep her engaged in the experience. Fortunately, Lloyd would’ve already taken these objections into account, especially the first one. 

For Lloyd, the benefit of the sex machine is that he gets to concentrate on Princess’ reactions and pleasing her completely. He wouldn’t be passive at all. Quite the contrary- he’d be touching her, teasing her, kissing her, talking her through it, making sure the scene was mentally stimulating for her. As for the machine being repetitive, Lloyd would remind her that was by design. Steady and consistent isn’t a flaw in a sex machine, it’s a benefit. She’ll love it, he swears. 

After some consideration, Princess would be on board with the sex machine. Lloyd would take his time, lingering over the foreplay and probably blindfolding her to help her forget that the machine was there at all. The blindfold would offer the immersion that she needed for maximum enjoyment and in the end, she’d love the sex machine.

She might even love the sex machine so much that Lloyd would get jealous of it. 

[evanorphia]

i need your thoughts on hope and lyall NOW. this is mostly unrelated but i love the idea of remus also having a little sister 😣

ask and you shall receive (also thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about them they’re my only thought for the past few days)

i have mainly been thinking about them in a non-magical au

okay so, hope is this really loud and outspoken girl, she speaks out about anything that she deems to be wrong. she’s also extremely intelligent. it’s the fifties but she manages to get into university at 18, she’s the only girl in the class and she’s studying classical literature. during the first lecture, no one is sitting next to her, looking down on her for both her age and gender, until a 21 year old lyall walks up to the desk asking if the seat next to her is taken. after that they’re sitting next to each other every lecture, they’re both flirting with the other but are oblivious that their feelings are returned

one lecture, hope is arguing with the professor about the reading list and lyall is just simping over her. it’s in that moment where he decides he’s gonna ask her out, it’s better to try and fail than never try and not know. except, in true holyall fashion, hope beats him to it by mere minutes asking him out first

they meet in september and by december of the same year they’re engaged, but they’re slower to get married because i am a strong believer in (ethnically) jewish hope and lyall who was born and raised atheist. her parents are approving of her engagement, in a “but daddy i love him” (by taylor swift) way. she doesn’t care for whether or not he’s jewish (although since she was a kid she’d always imagined marrying someone who was) but he wants to do everything correctly and he ends up converting to judaism out of his own choice. they’re married in early 1959 and in spring of the year after remus is born

i am a very large supporter of #stophopeandlyallhate i believe they were good parents and i will not take anyone’s word against that 😋

i also need to mention that they are both tall, hope is around 178cm/5’10” and lyall is around 189cm/6’2” but hope is definitely the type of person to always be wearing heels so she ends up being more or less the same height as lyall most days

they both have larger than life personalities. both of them are extroverts which was always a stark contrast to remus who was always very much an introvert

i could honestly yap about them forever it’s so bad

also, i have never truly thought of remus having a younger sister, and i will probably always be an only child remus believer, but now you mention it, i kinda fw that. yes yes i like it

my pinterest board

[accidentalmistress]

Sorta snz, mostly just kink ramblings.

I went to my first munch last night, which is a type of casual social event that started off as a BDSM community thing, but which now has some overlap in the general kink and polyamory communities. They are completely vanilla events, just a way to meet other people in the local community. I found the event through FetLife, which I am not very active on but happened to log into while battling insomnia in the early hours of Saturday morning.

It was a board game night at the gaming store we just happen to go to on Tuesdays for board game night (they do board game events several nights every week). To be clear, the game store was hosting a normal, vanilla game night, and the FetLife group chose it as the location for the munch. The store had nothing to do with the munch itself and likely didn't even know that the group was anything but a normal friend group playing games.

I initially wanted to go because my husband has been having a really rough time connecting with anyone on dating apps, so I was hoping that an in-person event might work out better, but I ended up being the only femme person there 🙃

It definitely felt kinda awkward sitting there as the only female-presenting person in this group of dudes who could, if they hadn't already, look up my FetLife profile from the list of attendees at any time and find out what gets my rocks off 😣

It wasn't a bad experience per se, but it also wasn't what either of us was hoping for. We may try a different one next month which is a little further away distance-wise but seems to draw a larger crowd. That one's also at a coffee shop, which we both think is a better setting for chatting and getting to know people than playing a competitive game at a larger vanilla game event.

(To make things even more awkward and uncomfortable, and because I never get to have fun reactions to anything, the dude sitting next to me was wearing this really cloying fragrance, and by the end of the night I felt like I couldn't get a full breath because my chest was so damned tight 😭 No reaction in my nose whatsoever. It's like the universe said, "You wanted sneezing? Oh, we thought you said wheezing. Sorry, no takebacksies.")

[elicathebunny]

Be yourself.

I see too many kids transform themselves from sweet children who barely did anything wrong in class, to those mean and stuck up ones who constantly disrupt and are rude to teachers. I recognise that some people are just like this, but i’ve literally witnessed first hand people changing completely to get into/join that group. I was also one of those people and I was quickly humbled before things progressed too far 😭.

Here are some lessons I’ve learned from surviving a British public secondary school + other gained knowledge

1) You will find your group of people as long as you keep remaining yourself, these friends will be the friends you can be authentically you around

2) Don’t change yourself to be anything your not, this will not end well and invite company that you don’t even fit into

3) Keep being yourself and you will find like minded people, once you get to yr10 your friend groups will finalise and will most likely be smaller. The less friends you have, the more easier it is to connect and be yourself with

4) Look into possibilities of hobbies and interests to understand yourself better. Join clubs/extracurricular activities (in school or out of school). Research at home things you might possibly be into, learn new things online

5) Who cares if people look at you weirdly? Honestly if your having fun being yourself and people look at you strange for doing so then that is their problem (obviously within reason because sometimes ppl are just weird fr)

6) Care about your future, focus on what you want to achieve in the years to come. Don’t dumb yourself down for anybody, listen to your teachers when they are genuinely just trying to teach, don’t be difficult and stop others in the class from learning just because you don’t want to, don’t skip class (from year 9ish to 10 onwards, those years contain important content for your GCSE’s and missing out on those will impact your grades) don’t be like the kids from my school who celebrate having 1s (a grade one is a ‘U’ or ungraded, you need a 4 to pass)…

7) Have aspirations, don’t just aspire to do the lowest of jobs for simplicity or out of laziness. Strive to work towards your goals, have dreams! Keep motivated to do well, study and always aim high

8) Don’t do what you know you wouldn’t actually do if you didn’t feel pressured or influenced.

9) Don’t change yourself or stress about boys. The wrong ones are a waste of time and extra stress. Don’t force yourself onto anyone and I mean this because there are people who honestly are too obsessed for their own good with men and do not care if they are relationships or not 😭(you can tell I am a witness of this one). Honestly pray for the right one to come to you, no matter how long it takes, I promise one will just slide into your life just like that 😣 (Speaking from experience). Just be normal around them and if they don’t like you for letting out the side you only share when comfortable then they are not the one, trust

10) Find and invest in a unique personal style. This helps define you as a person, knowing what you truly like that isn’t sculpted by social media or heavily influenced by others around you (although it is perfectly fine to like those styles too! You can merge them to make them more you). This does take time though, break out of those aesthetic boxes and just wear whatever you like. Get Pinterest and put everything in a board so it’s easier to look at.

[inspiredwriter]

*En la cuida oculta*

Leo 2018 :*respirar profundo* Aaaah~😄💨No, hay nada como una linda cita en la ciudad oculta nena 😁😉💝💗💕🌃

Stefany 2018 :*abraza el brazo de Leo* Si, Me fascina mucho tortuguita 🥰😄❣️💖💞 Pero hay un lugar donde bebé tengo sed😃😊🥤💦

Leo 2018 : claro cariño hay un puesto de malteadas😀😋🧋*acaricia a Stefany en la mejilla*Por qué no te quedas aquí mientras traigo las bebidas😏😉🥤💗💝💕

Stefany 2018 : está bien Me quedaré un rato solo no te tardes demasiado 🥰☺️💘💖💕* besa a Leo en los labios* Mmmmmuah~😚💋💝💞💗

Leo 2018 : No tardaré mi gatita de azúcar 😏😘💝💞❣️*se dirige al puesto de malteadas* ¡Regresaré pronto nena! 😆😉💖💗💕

Stefany 2018 : jajaja, eres dulce tortuguita de goma 😃🤭🩷💞💗💘*mira los carteles* cielos, hay tantos criminales místicos que fueron arrestados🤨🤔🦹Qué bueno que no hay ninguno por aquí😌💨

Leonard :*se acerca a Stefany* Oh oh, hola preciosa~😏😈💞💝no sabía que había un humana tan sexy en la ciudad🥰😉🏙️💕💖❣️*saca su peine y se peina el cabello*¿viniste sola lindura? 😘😁🪮💘💖💗

Stefany 2018 :*mirá a Leonard* No, vine sola estoy esperando a mi novio y volverá Así que no es tu problema 😡😒

Leonard : Vamos No seas así linda deja ese imbécil 🙄🤬* toma la mano de Stefany*¿por qué no vienes conmigo a divertirnos? 😁😘💝💕❣️

Stefany 2018 :*intenta liberase* Oye suéltame te dije que no iré a ningún lado contigo bravucón 😡🤬💢

Leo 2018 :*resive las malteadas* al fin a ver si mi amada les guste las malteadas místicas dice que son muy buenas 😏😁🧋🍦💖💕💘* mira a Stefany y Leonard* ¡Pero qué Rayo hace con mi chica! 😠🤨💢

Leonard : Vamos bebe tú vendrás conmigo te gustará mucho 😈😘💕💖💞*abraza a Stefany en la cintura*

Stefany 2018 :*se sonroja de ira* ahora sí me sacaste la paciencia 😳😠💢🤜*golpea a Leonard en la cara*¡No me toques y no soy tu bebé payaso! 😡🤬

Leonard :*soba su mejilla*Ay~😩😣💫pequeña mocosa cómo te atreves a golpearme😠👿💢🤛*lanza su puño a Stefany*

Leo 2018 :*agarra el brazo de Leonard* Oye ¿Qué hacer con mi novia? 🤨😠💢 intentas golpearla un idiota unca jamás golpea una chica 😡🤬👊

@inspiredwriter

Leonard: *Removes his hand and gets into a fighting stance* And you, brat, are the boyfriend of this stupid doll, right?🤬😤 Well, it won't be hard for me to hurt you😈💢

Leo 2018: I don’t care what you call me, but I won’t allow you to call my kitty stupid, much less beat her😡😤💢 *Gets into a fighting position* Stefany, you better move away, a fight is about to start here🥺😠💘💕

Stefany 2018: Oh, okay, Leo, just be careful😰😣💦💘💝❣️💕 *Hides behind the notice board*

Leonard and Leo 2018: *Fighting and puffing*

Leo 2018: *Knocks Leonard to the ground* I'm stronger than you, dumb troll😏😆

Leonard: *Takes out a razor* You shouldn't think so, small fry😖😈 *Leaves Leo a cut on his leg*

Leo 2018: *Falls to the ground* Ooow!😫 How painful it is😩😖

Stefany 2018: Oh my God, Lee!😱😰 *Takes the lid off the trash can and throws it at Leonard* Nobody dares hurt my lovely turtle!😡

Leonard: *Trash can lid hits him on the head* Ouch!!😖😵 Oh, doll, you want me to bite you, well, I'll do it🥴😈💖💓💞 *Approaches Stefany, staggering a little after being hit on the head*

Leo 2018: *Takes out a sword* Grrr, I shouldn't have spared you from the very beginning😡👿 *Creates a portal under Leonard's feet and above his head* I like that trick~😈🗡✨

Leonard: Hey, what the-😨🤨 *Falls through portal* AAAH!😱😫 HEEELP MEEE!😫💦 I'm sick...🤢😖 AAAAH!😫😩

***

Mikey 2018 and Anastasia 2018: *Walking through the underground city*

Anastasia 2018: Wow, everything here is so sparkling and magical~😃🤩🌟🌃✨

Mikey 2018: *Photos flying dragon from above* I'm glad you like it here, my pinecake😄🥰💗💘💕 *Hugs Anastasia's waist* So where would you like to go first?😏🌃💓💖❣️💞 *Kisses Anastasia on the neck* Muah~😚💘🩷💕

Anastasia 2018: Haha, well, my angel, I would really like to watch some competitions among the yokais, if they have a stadium here😍🤭🏟❣️💕 Something like baseball or football🤔😁🏏⚽

Mikey 2018: Okay, sweetie, I'll go and buy tickets for something like that😉🥰🎟🏟 But you stay here and be careful, because there may be evil yokais here🥺💝💗🩷💞

Anastasia 2018: Haha, don't worry about me, Mikey😄😘💖💝💕 *Kisses Mikey on the cheek* Muah~😚💋💓💗❣️💞 Come back asap🥰💖💕

Mikey 2018: *Goes to the box office to get tickets* I’ll try, babe, don’t be bored!😃😄💘❣️💝💕

Mickey: *Checks the trash can in the alley* Ohh, shucks, there's nothing edible here...😡😒🍿 *Looks at Anastasia and releases electric shocks* Wow, but I see a delicious cake here😍😈⚡💓💖💘💞

@swagreecrow

[roadyblr]

so in honor of the most amazing maknae of all time (maybe other than THE maknae on top😉) I’ve counted how many pics I have of yechan in my camera roll and how many pins I have on my yechan Pinterest board

so I currently have like.. 110 pics of him in my camera roll (imho it’s way too little🤭🤭)

and on the Pinterest board there is a grand total of… 1.1k pins. the only reason there’s that little is because nobody posts that many pins about my man🥲😖😣

(somebody PLEASE.)

also, random ass question but can you skate??? cause honesty.. i can probably out-skate sunghoon in a race tbh😉🤭🤪

it’s a passion of mine and I’d like to kinda share it with you😖

love from your tied with first favourite asker (I’m still watching you minjaekko anon..🙃)

me: oh that's fun

me: well this is my task on the internet (its not as bad as seeun/ive had to delete a lot)

"1.1k pins" "so little" 😭😭 i actually don't have that much of them on pinterest because i use that more for my projects so i only save one if it's like "oh i havent seen that one before"

folder on computer is different story because like xikers folder nested inside the 60gb txt folder and there's no organization and its sharing with video so that bulks it (i like to lie to myself)

short answer on skating is a no but the long answer is that i'm a diagnosed uber klutz with no spacial awareness and the vestibular system of a newborn giraffe so i've been banned from most activities that require balance :' ) but i will cheer you on from afar because skating is so cool to watch ����💜-

[m1ckeyb3rry]

okay !! i’ll tell you a plot for a yuji story i (sadly) don’t think i’ll ever get around to posting and came up with 2 years ago. when it comes to my fics, i’m only ever rlly motivated for canonverse and this one takes place during ww2 times. it’s also loosely based on a movie i watched years ago :)

(this is also long i typed a lot more than i thought i would ahhh prepare for the errors too 😣)

okay so the name i came up for it at the time was amor necat (love kills). so basically, like i said, it takes during ww2 times at a boarding school in the middle of nowhere. the few students at the school are selected by the headmaster, a certain woman with stitches across her head ;) kenny’s made plenty of connections, so ordinary people see the school as prestigious and if you’re invited, you’re extremely lucky

when yn enters the school she learns that everyone is given a number. when a previous student leaves, whoever is the new student will take the number. yn is assigned #1 when she arrives to the (only) class. the one who tells her about the # system and everything else she needed to know was yuji (#5)

here are the students when yn enrolls: megumi (#4), yuji (#5), riko (#6), yuta (#7), nobara (#8), junpei (#10), inumaki (#11), maki (#12), mai (#13), miwa (#14), kokichi (#15)

theres a bunch of introductory stuff ofc to the school system. most important thing to note is that at the end of every month, the best student is chosen to be sent to an even better school

riko and megumi caught yns eye from the start. riko is the bigger eye-catcher though because she always seemed so afraid, and whenever headmaster kenny visited she was sweating profusely and refused to make eye contact. megumi catches her attention because he’s so reluctant to accept some of the rules set in place (early curfew, weekly shots, daily medicine to keep students health amazing)

a week after yn is at the school, there is the monthly “moving up” announcement. junpei is the one to go. the next month, riko was announced to be the student being sent off to a better school, and at the news she freaks out and throws up. yn and yuji offer to take her to the nurse, and when they leave kenny walks in

another week passes and things go as normal. while they had gym class outside, yn went inside to go to the bathroom. she saw a trail of water and followed it to find a soaking wet riko dressed in a hospital gown. riko gives yn a note before she tells yn she had to leave. yn reads the note, which basically says that the school was not what it seemed and she needed to leave asap. yn promised to come back the next morning and when she did, riko was not there

the first person yn shows the note to is yuji, who’s reluctant to believe it. megumi, listening in, grabbed the note and read it. he asks yn if it was only riko she saw. after some back and forth questioning, megumi tells yn that tsumiki (former #9) was also chosen and sent away to a better school. but since students can get mail and megumi received none, he’s afraid something happened to her and the school is behind it

time passes and eventually the three come up with a plan to go to the headmaster’s office and find any strange documents. megumi is basically watching out as yuji n yn go into the office. they find files of previous students, and all of their files say “sent to the basement” besides three, gojo (former #1), geto (former #2) and shoko (former #3)

before they can open a drawer with a red sticker, the door opens and in walks kenny and mahito. yn and yuji hid under the desk as they discuss at the coffee table across the office. yn and yuji overhear kenny talking about preparing sorcerers for ww2 since it’s a huge advantage on their end. mahito talks about how smart she is for disguising a human experimentation lab as a boarding school, and being able to find sorcerers who only need to awake their dormant potential. there was a knock on the door, so they leave and a fee moments later megumi walks in and tells them they have to leave immediately

they group in an empty room and talk about what they heard and found out. yuji mentions the basement everyone was sent to, including tsumiki. megumi brings up the door all the people “moving up” would go into. they were told it was the garage, but it didn’t make sense since the road in the front of the school didn’t go towards the side nor the back

during their talk they hear commotion in the hall and look out to see mai and kokichi being dragged somewhere by men in uniform. this prompts them to decide to go to the door megumi was talking about, which they thought (and were right about) was the basement

a few days pass when yn and yuji go together to the basement since the headmaster was meant to be out. they see multiple operating tables and other medical equipment in the main space. but as they went into the back section of the basement, they’re horrified to see three bodies (gojo, geto n shoko) frozen in separate tanks. while they were alive they also realized something was wrong and got caught investigating in the basement

yn stumbles back and yuji helps her up when he realized the tank she stood in front of held a frozen tsumiki they both looked around the entire area to find the previous students frozen (except riko who died during operation)

yn and yuji are found and knocked out by kenny. they wake up tied up to operating tables by themselves. yn and yuji tip their tables over so they could knock over a cart and cut themselves out of the rope. a nurse comes in and tries to stop them, but yuji holds him bsck while yn runs

yn and yuji wrre knocked out so they didn’t realize it had been a day. megumi, who roped in yuta, maki, and inumaki, lights the school on fire because he assumed yn and yuji got killed (and also fuck the school anyway).

yn makes her way through the school in the fire as she searches for megumi. maki got burnt by a fallen beam but megumi saved her. yuta also found yuji, and they searched for yn. when they found yn, she and yuji hugged, but kenny shot yuji three times in the back (yuta was busy with a soldier)

yuji and yn fight kenny (mostly yuji doing the fighting). yuji holds kenny back from attacking yn and tells her to run. she refused until yuta dragged her away. outside, yn, yuta, megumi and maki watched the school explode. i imagine the final scene to be yuji in tears as he finds relief in the fact that yn escaped before he dies in the explosion

haha anyways this took like 30 mins to type out tell me what you think skdjsk below is also a lidt of who dies/survives !!

survivors:

-yn

-yuta

-megumi

-maki

died after yn arrives:

-junpei (basement)

-riko (operation)

-noba (basement)

-mai (basement)

-kokichi (basement)

-miwa (fire w/ toge)

-toge (fire w/ miwa)

-yuji (explosion)

died prior to yn arriving, in the basement:

-nanami (#4)

-gojo

-geto

-shoko

-kirara (#8)

-hakari (#7)

-yu (#5)

-kamo (#6)

-todo (#9)

-tsumiki

-nishimiya (#11)

ANGEL THIS IS SO COOLL WDYM??? i feel like it’s such a unique au while also sticking to the essence of cursed energy and the themes of jjk w how sorcerers are used to fulfill other people’s goals. it also kind of reminds me of the random america arc gege threw in there at one point?? LMAO seriously though i love this (arsonist megumi my goat i love that for him) you are so creative!!

also i totally get you w the au vs canon stories…i’ll get fired up about an au for a bit and write a ton but then inevitably i just get bored of having to come up with what happens next 😭 vs with canon i know roughly what’s going to happen and what i need to work on is whether i want to change it or stick with it or whatever 😓

[sweetpascal]

7, 10, 16, 20, 22, 42, 45, 79, 86 ♡

ask game

oooo thank you for the lovely abundance of numbers, lea !! i'm so excited to answer them !! ☺️

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote.

oh my god, it's so embarrassing. i was 12 years old and i was obsessed with the Dolan twins. they were huge back then on vine and YouTube. i was using wattpad at the time. and the fic i created was "the dolan twins are my bullies" 😭 IT'S EMBARRASSING EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT. i was so new to writing, so my writing was fucking horrid (bad spelling, bad punctuation, horrible plots, etc.) and it got a few hundred thousand views. i refuse to read it again now that i'm almost 22 years old 😭

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

funny enough, titles are the second biggest thing i struggle with in story-building (summaries are #1). i try to build around titles to get a feel of how i want the fic to go, but then i get so obsessive over trying to come up with a title that matches the energy and vibes i want to convey. like, it's extremely hard and exhausting. because also, the title won't match the plot and then the fic won't match the title, so it gets really messy. i WANT to try writing first and then creating the title after, but my friggin' brain won't let me use that technique 💔

16. where is your favorite place to write?

in a moving vehicle 🩷 i'm a huge lover of long rides, so the gentle rocking motions of the car/bus/train calms me down and puts me in a state of tranquility and creativity. also, being out in nature helps me shut my brain off and focus on what needs to be done. i usually write in bed, alone. i've soon realized that isolation is what negatively impacts my creative processes 🥺

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

oooooo, that's a tricky one. THERE'S SO MANY TROPES I LOVE TO WRITE AND WANT TO WRITE. enemies to lovers is just *chef's kiss* 😚🤌🏼 delicious. add in some angst and slow burn ??? that is top fucking TIER. a close second is definitely husband x wife fics. especially protective, guard dog husband fics. that's a good oomph.

22. describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

- develop inspiration from a song, gif, moodboard, movie scene, etc.

- write it down in the notes app

- listen to a playlist to create a vibe of whatever fic i want to write

- write a brief summary and warning tags i want to include in the fic (this helps me build around it)

- write one paragraph

- procrastinate for a few days

- go on pinterest and create a board for inspiration

- write the next few paragraphs until i reach mental exhaustion

- don't write for another few days

- procrastinate and talk about my fic ideas to my fiancé rather than sit and write

- write the next few paragraphs

- procrastinate for a few hours

- listen to music to get in the mood

- force myself to finish the last few paragraphs

- spend another hour rereading and editing

42. describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

makes you want to dissociate :3

45. name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

it was so, so incredibly difficult to pick just three. just know that i had well over 15+ writers, but i narrowed it down to the three that inspired me to start writing for Pedro characters when i wiggled my way into the fandom 🩷

@joelsgreys ; @gutsby ; @pedgito

79. are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?

IT ALL DEPENDS ON THE MOOD I'M IN. when i'm so excited about a new fic i want to write, i'm an over-writer. i go overboard and don't realize that i wrote well over 10k words. when i'm in a depressive, mentally exhausted state, i lose care in my writing and write just to write, not really enjoying myself, so that causes me to be an under-writer. i'm one or the other. there's no in between, unfortunately 😣

86. which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?

[ just like that - day six - perv!stepdad!joel ] ; early fall when it's thunder-storming and insanely windy and dark outside.

[ the serpent and the crown - king!marcus acacius x concubine!reader ] ; late winter when there are blizzards and frostbite type of cold, but also sunny, warm, winter mornings.

[ lies a beating heart - part two of beneath the armor - husband!marcus acacius x wife!reader ] ; early summer with warm afternoons and cool, humid nights.

[ where do we go from here - grumpy!joel x sunshine!reader ] ; late spring with flowers in full bloom, birds chirping, and light rain while the sun is still out.

[missoblaine]

Tag Game!

Yay tag game! I was tagged by @evaofkonoha and I am tagging @shameless-fujoshi to do this (if you want to haha).

Are you named after anyone?

Nope! I like my name though 😊

What sports have you played?

If dancing counts as a sport then I danced for about fifteen years quite intensely! Otherwise, no. I dislike sports so much actually 😣 I used to pretend to be sick to get out of PE at school. I don't like the physicality and conflict and outside-ness of many sports. I am a squishy little indoors person!

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes! It is why writing in Sasuke's voice is easier for me than writing in Naruto's.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm, I don't meet new people often actually. I think in general, I am not very good at reading people and it takes me a while to properly make friends. I think both online and IRL, I notice someone's way of speaking/writing/communicating. Their tone and voice and word choice etc.

What's your eye colour?

Very dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I can't do scary movies eeek. Thrillers, I can do, and I enjoy watching people play scary games sometimes, but horror is too much for me. In general movies are kind of overwhelming for me, I don't watch many of them!

So by default, I guess I like happy endings? I do think for me to enjoy them they have to be purposeful and earned (not necessarily by the characters but by the story).

Any talent?

Writing! While it has ebbed and flowed in its presence over the course of my life, it has always been with me in some form and I am proud of how I have grown with it, especially in the last two years. I am a pretty fast reader as well so I guess that's another one?

What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, board games, and occasionally crafting things (sewing, crochet, painting miniatures).

Do you have any pets?

My partner has a dog!

How tall are you?

155cm. I am pretty short lol.

Dream job?

I am honestly quite happy with my current job (board game adjacent, relatively not stressful, lets me play with spreadsheets lol). I think my dream job is just not working tbh or doing something just mentally stimulating enough but not stressful and getting paid well for it! 😅 Isn't that the dream?

I will say, I wouldn't want to do any of the creative hobbies I love dearly, especially writing, as a job as I strongly believe it would ruin my love for them.

My answer to this particular question got very long so the rest is under the cut if you are interested in my thoughts. Otherwise, if this is your off ramp - thank you for reading and thank you to @evaofkonoha again for tagging me 🥰

rambling (a.k.a. why i don't want to write as a job)

Even if I worked for myself and got to create the things I wanted, I don't believe I would enjoy it, perhaps simply because it would be a job and it would become something I had to do instead of chose to do. I also believe that whatever I created wouldn't feel truly mine. I think part of the joy of a hobby is getting to do it whenever, however, whyever you want - I value that freedom highly.

For example, if I were to write a novel, even if I wrote it for myself, I would need to, eventually, pitch it to agents/publishers etc and it would always be in the back of my mind that 'this needs to be something that an agent/publisher believes would sell'. Even if I wrote it exactly as I wanted, perhaps someone further down the publishing line would ask for changes to improve its commercial value because, hey, they have to make money too, no? (And perhaps this view is jaded from working in a retail/sales environment for a couple years but if anything, I am even more sure of it now.)

From my time in uni studying creative writing (in which we got some experience pitching short pieces/essays to journals/student publications), I saw the level of ambition needed to succeed in a career like this and I just…don't want that kind of stress to be tied to my finances and living situation. I don't want my ability to be creative (which can wax and wane with the moon, it feels) to be what my paycheck hinges on. Perhaps this is because my creativity is so personal and sacred to me - it is the channel via which my soul interacts with the world - but perhaps it is to everyone? Maybe I am simply very sensitive about it, as I am with many things.

Studying creative writing made me fall out of love with the craft for a couple years, constantly overthinking my words and weighing them against form, content, industry, moral and message. I distinctly remember writing an memoir/essay I was quite proud of part way through my third year (within which I was quite vulnerable about myself) and being disappointed with my final grade on it, as it was so detached from my own personal pride in it. (To be fair though, looking back, it was not as technically sound as I had believed it at the time.)

To be clear, it is not that I wish to create completely void of external input and influence, and I do understand the importance of assessment and external feedback when it comes to developing technical skill! But for the point where I am in my life now, where I have done some formal learning and am starting to realise the infinity and freedom of informal learning, I just think there is a sweet spot where the amount and type of external input/influence is nuturing and kind and motivating and authentic. Too little influence and it can feel like screaming into the void - no resonance. Too much and . . . well, you get the above experience, where it feels like the thing you created as well as the process of creation becomes no longer wholly yours.

For me and what I have learned thus far in my life, my writing is best as this weird wildspace. That's what works for me! And I share my writing online in the purest sense of that word - share - because I want to show this small community something that means something to me, with no kind of transaction behind it. It's just out there, and you're also out there, and if you stumble upon it (or go looking for it) I hope this thing that means something to me means something to you too. I hope it creates resonance with you in this incomprehensible vastness of life.

Um, yeah. That's cool to have that written out and articulated! Thanks for reading 😊

~13/03/2024