#newwriting

[theshapeofwhatimiss]

🧵 The Thread I Never Pulled

Sometimes we don’t pull the thread.

Not because we’re afraid…

But because we already know how it ends.

📜 Now live on Inkinspired

A quiet unraveling for the ones who kept breathing anyway.

[rijanjks-blog]

First Monday Menagerie of 2025

Courtesy of Canva Welcome to a new year and the first Monday post of 2025. While I enjoyed my blogging break, I am ready to get back into some sort of routine. The kids return to school this week and that will help to get back to some normalcy. But it’s been fun and I’ve enjoyed all the family activities. Each new year, I receive a word that represents the theme for the year. This year, I…

[marypicken]

BLOODY SCOTLAND INCREASES SUPPORT FOR NEW WRITERS AT 2023 FESTIVAL @BloodyScotland @Brownlee_Donald

Bloody Scotland support for new writers increases this year.

Bloody Scotland has long supported new writers with innovative initiatives such as Crime in the Spotlight (the equivalent of a support act for the headline authors), Pitch Perfect (a quest to find unpublished authors, one of whom – Kate Foster, the winner in 2020 – is this year shortlisted for the Debut Prize) and Alex Gray’s New Crimes selected by co-founder of the festival, bestselling author,…

[pocketglasses2]

New city, kind of.

summary: pwhl!paige wnba!azzi au where both have both been living in boston playing for their respective teams for a season. maybe they’re a little lonely, maybe not.

a/n: this is my first fic ever 🙈🙈 please be nice to lil ol’ me (feedback is greatly appreciated)

warnings: none

wc: 1.8k

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September, 2026

the W season had ended abruptly, no fanfare or run for the championship, just an unsuccessful playoff push and a too quiet car ride home. the dark boston streets smelled like gasoline and cigarettes and the sound of azzi’s feet hitting the concrete was all too much for her. the walk to her car had felt tedious and frustrating, as if the moment she opened the door everything she had worked for this season would officially come to an end. it was a reality she really did not want to deal with tonight. so, when she reached the crosswalk to the parking garage, azzi did the only thing that felt okay to do. she turned her body and walked across the crosswalk and into a warm smelling chinese restaurant. the dimly-lit dining room splayed out in front of her and the kind face of the worker who walked her to an empty counter seat released an ounce of tension from azzis shoulders she hadn’t bothered to acknowledge she had been carrying.

now, sat here, with a bowl of delicious smelling hot soup in front of her, azzi finally let out a breath she had been holding since before the season even started. the immediate turnaround from winning her second national championship, to being drafted 1st overall by the boston wave, to being flown out and thrown into leading a struggling team to just barely missing the playoffs had knocked a significant amount of energy out of her, naturally. she took a hesitant sip of her soup after blowing slowly at her spoon and felt the warmth of it seep into the cracks inside her that went deeper than a bruise on her ribs from falling too hard or a callous on her hand from gripping weights too tight. the frustration of the season seemed to temporarily disappear with each spoonful and azzi could feel her muscles relax for the first time in ages. her mind was absolutely cleared of anything but the soup and the soft music playing over the speakers. a feeling that was so foreign to her since arriving in a new world that was just close enough to her home to feel familiar.

here, she was completely at ease with this soup and this world, finally. azzi was just starting to think she could maybe find a real place here after all, with her eyes closed and a deep breath beginning to fill her lungs.

“hey” a voice sliced right through her moment and azzi blinked, adjusting to the light and the new sound, although it had only been a second since she closed her eyes. a blonde woman was standing in front of her, shoulders bent slightly forward as if she was trying to minimize her presence, one arm rested almost uncomfortably on the counter next to azzi.

“that was a hell of a shot at the end of the third”, the woman said, clearly trying to extend a branch of communication between the two, but it came out smaller and less confident than it was obviously meant to.

“thank you.” azzi said, simply, putting her spoon back in her bowl and wiping her mouth on her napkin. she almost offered a picture to the stranger before it registered to her that she wasn’t speaking to a lucky fan who happened to want chinese food the same night as azzi, but to paige bueckers, the star player of the boston fleet and the confident and stunning face of professional women’s hockey at the moment.

she blinked again to herself before looking up at the blonde woman who’s usual charismatic composure seemed to be escaping her. “i didn’t take you for a basketball fan, bueckers” azzi began, motioning with her eyes to the seat next to her. paige looked briefly at the seat before quietly setting down her drink and plopping down beside her. “i watch sometimes. gotta support the city, yknow?”

azzi had never spoken to paige, and she never really watched a boston hockey game unless it was against minnesota, a team with one of her closest friends from high school, and even that was a rare occurrence. of course she knew about this blonde in front of her from the women’s sports accounts that frequented her feed and the times late at night. and if she would sometimes click on the tagged accounts and scroll through paige’s profile and be very careful to not double tap anything from more than a year ago, that was nobody's business. despite the media image of this woman that was nothing but composed and confident, the figure sitting next to her seemed more reserved. she had a softer presence than she let on, almost awkward, but aided by who and what she was. azzi was tired and still felt lingering aches of frustration in her muscles, but something about how paige was looking at her, as if she was trying to read azzi through each twitch of her lips and the shift of her eyebrows and quietly memorize it all for later made azzi want to let her guard down and share this moment with her.

she hummed in response and looked at the blonde carefully. “any particular reason for being in a tiny chinese restaurant in the middle of the night? just needed a shirley temple?” azzi asked, motioning to the drink paige had brought to her lips.

”i was in the area for a shoot, and i didn’t feel like going back yet”, she shrugged, glancing at the counter and back at azzi, expecting to find tired eyes and a woman waiting for the end of the conversation, but found brown eyes looking back at her, curious. so, she continued, “i’ve been driving around this part of the city for at least an hour”, she chuckled. “i saw this place like six times before i saw you walk in”, she said, pausing before quickly adding, “i just wanted to congratulate you on a good season”.

”thank you”, azzi said again, only this time, it wasn’t the distant voice reserved for taking a picture and signing a jersey, but a genuine one, interested in this person next to her, who was so different from who she thought she was.

“i don’t think i really expected it to end”, azzi said, turning her face towards the back of the bar and lifting her eyes to the row of screens, glowing harsh and white. paige only kept her eyes on the way azzi’s dipped down to her glass. “i mean, of course i knew this was the end, but something in me hoped it was a joke, or something would happen to make it different”

she laughed now, her heart squeezing just a little at the thought of a chance that was now gone. she turned her head to look at the blonde again, and couldn’t help the way her lip twitched slightly up at the way paige looked so in thought at what she had said, as if she was thoroughly turning over and considering azzis words and finding a place to keep them safe.

paige spoke softly, keeping her eyes locked on the brown ones before her. “i know how you feel”

the words were simple, so common, so cliché, but the way paige said them seeped into azzis entire body, warming her the way the soup had. from anyone else, azzi would have dismissed them, pushed them off from infiltrating her thoughts, feeling as if nobody else in the world could understand the grief she felt losing something she had worked so hard for. azzis competitiveness went deeper than the surface, and deeper still. losing felt like a crack under her ribs, every. single. time. azzi had lost a lot of times in her career, in high school, in aau, in college, and plenty of times during her first season in the wnba. but competitiveness couldn’t sum up how she felt when she lost. it was how every morning workout, late night film study, hard practice, painful rehab, and extra lifts came flooding back into her body, full force, that hit her down.

this time, she felt like she had lost. and she knew paige understood. she saw the fire paige had on the ice, knew the passion she had in the weight room, and it resonated with how she felt on the court. locked in.

so when paige told her she knew, she believed it. it made her feel like she knew something about this girl nobody else could. it flickered out as quickly as it came, but it’s presence found itself in the way azzis shoulders finally settled and released the last drops of frustration from the night, leaving only the ache of greif. but she didn’t want to think about the season anymore. all azzi wanted to do was shift her mind to what was ahead of her, focus on what she did have, and enjoy the work she was going to put in. that might as well start with making some new friends. so, azzi shifted her body to face paige in her seat, one elbow on the counter, the other on her now raised knee. “do you like boston?”

paige blinked, simply surprised by the sudden shift, but she leaned back to genuinely think about her answer. “of course i do. this place has everything”, she began, voice steady, “but it’s really different from home”.

azzi nodded in understanding and let paige go on. “the people are kind- blunt, yes- but kind. but i’ve never met anyone in my complex for real and nobody talks just to talk”. she took a small sip and continued. “i mean, at home, my whole community raised me, i knew everyone on my block, maybe it’s because i was a kid, but i did feel like i was apart of a village”. she paused to look at azzi, who was looking at her like she was a blooming flower, purple among a sea of gray ones. and maybe she was. her breath caught before she spoke again. “i’m not sure i understand it yet, but i know there’s a community here. i really want to find it.”

it hit azzi then that this woman in front of her mirrored her in so many ways, and it drew her closer, like a moth who hadn’t seen true light all winter finding a flame on a doorstep, welcoming her in and threatening to burn all at the same time.

[portellini]

If your requests are open, then can I request Illumi Zoldyck's Fluff alphabets A-Z?

Illumi Zoldyck - A, F, G, N,

HEYO!! Istg I haven't been ghosting requests I didn't know about them until recently cuz I'm stupid. I haven't done alphabets before so ima just do four letters for now that I took at random!

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Affection - How do they show their affection? For Illumi I wouldn't find him too affectionate. He'd make sure you're taken care of and will provide the type of comfort he knows. He'd make sure the butlers are treating you right, and that you're eating your meals, and since he's gone most of the time with missions, you'll have his full attention when he's with you. (MF's an assassin I don't think he was shown normal affection tbh)

Freedom - How controlling are they? Do they need to know where you are 24/7? Erm, none. No freedom. If you're a struggle he'd put a pin in your head like he did with Killua… However, If the relationship is stable and compliant, he wouldn't be as controlling. No more of him stalking you whenever you leave the mountain (you're now allowed to leave the mountain), no more constant GPS trackers (any that you're aware of), and he's more relaxed with letting you get close to the butlers and employees that populate the Zoldyck estate (Though he might replace anyone who gets too friendly).

Gifts - What type of gifts do they give? Or do they give gifts at all? Illumi is not short of money. He's closer to being a good brother than broke. Anyhow, the issue is that he's not the type to give thoughtful gifts on a whim. He already is attentive to any need you have and provides you with everything, he doesn't see the need for gifts. If you are consistent with vocalizing your want for something, then he is more than likely to surprise you with it as he starts to think you need it with how frequently you talk about it. (Ask for anything and you shall receive it) As for him, he'd rather have your full devotion and loyalty over any gift. It's hard to get him a gift anyway with how often he keeps you on the mountain.

Never - What would they never do to their S/O no matter the circumstances? … Tbh, I think he'd only never kill you. If he had chosen you as his partner he'd make sure you stay with him any means necessary. He's not a healthy or good person at all soo. Yeah. I suppose a more lighthearted never is he wouldn't let you leave the Zoldyck estate for more than two days on your own with a butler. He'd never let you leave the estate on your own. If you want to leave for longer periods, Illumi would need to be with you.

Hope this was worthy of your daydreams!

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[sanaoria]

sanaoria ➳ jjk based | 19 | she/her

❁ requests are open | infatuated with rafayel from LaDS ❁

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[kerokerrrokerroppi]

Introductory Post! 🗣️💞🔥🫃

Name: Coco or Corey/Cori

Age: 15 y/o

Pronouns: She/They (subject to change)

Lesbian 💞

Questioning Gender atm

Main Fandoms:

Omori, Sanrio, Monster High, TADC, DDLC, Class of ‘09, FNAF, TBHK, Heathers, RTC, BMC, Moral Orel, Wicked

Favorite Bands/Artists:

Taylor Swift, Slipknot, Olivia Rodrigo, Rob Zombie, Will Wood, Penelope Scott, Poppy, Pom Pom Squad, Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande, One Direction, Harry Styles, Chappell Roan, & Mindless Self Indulgence

Stuff about me:

I like to write fanfiction, whether it be as a joke or seriously. Undiagnosed, but pretty sure. (I’m getting assessed for shit soon, tho)

Monster & Redbull addict (Dr Pepper peak too 🙏)

I watch The Simpsons wayyyy too much.

Proud Family Guy hater (with a few episode exceptions)

Theater kid, kind of.

Homeschooled

Christian, but I don’t talk about it much or force my beliefs onto people. I also don’t agree with some stuff the church says.

Trauma 🤭

I LOVE DYING MY HAIR

I dress in alternative fashion (not sure how to categorize it, since it changes on the daily)

I like y2k/2000s fashion

and just y2k/early 2000s stuff in general

Learning how to sew

Huge ass plush toy collection (mostly made up of Beanie Boos)

I’m a cosplayer, mostly cosplaying OCs

I am a maladaptive daydreamer

DNI LIST:

Zionists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Racists, Pro-Shippers, Anti-lgbtq+, Trump Supporters, Melanie Martinez Defenders, & anyone over like 20. It makes me uncomfortable and I will block if you are any of these (and anyone else in that general area of people that I’ve forgotten to mention)

Interests:

Mental Health, Medical stuff, Darker stuff in general, Subcultures & Fashion, Musicals, Plants/Flowers, Fashion Dolls, Cosplay, literally whatever I’m hyperfixating on at any given time.

Favorite Movies:

Heathers (1989), But I’m a Cheerleader (2000), Crybaby (1990), Girl, Interrupted (2000), Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975), Teen Wolf (1985), Wicked (2024), Bee Movie (2007) -that’s in an ironic way, mainly.

💞 Moots:

@not-really-a-conjunction, @yourl0calqueer, @thespian-and-lesbian, @connorbedardenjoyer, @npcdraws, @luckybeansy, @gh0stwithaheart, @notakeyring, @cr0wxo, @dearlyadoredfashion, @bluejaysnests, & @freakazoid1777

DMs ONLY OPEN TO MOOTS

Asks are always open, tho <3

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[mxpotter]

Braided With Love a Ramattra One-Shot

Hiii long time no see! I need to get a better schedule but I was in the mood to get back into writing. Thats pretty much it but I hope you like this one cause I'm pretty rusty.

'10:36 PM' read the clock. Ramattra was in his conference room contemplating, plotting, and pondered on his plans with Null Sector and his fellow omnics. He hummed and huffed at the thought of the humans controlling his race to the point of no return for him or his people.

He gripped his staff with anger and might. His void accelerator struck the floor with a clang and him with annoyance. As he felt himself get even more invigorated. His thoughts interrupted by the sound of someone knocking.

'Knock... Knock and a soft voice followed after it.'

"Ramattra? It's me." The soft muffled voice of his partner rang through his mind. "Yes, come in." He responded.

"You've been stuck in here for hours when will you come out? I worry." You responded quietly not doubt about the worry that glazed your voice.

"I apologize, my love. I've just been in my thoughts." He replied, voice a mix of sadness yet anger. "Is it about your fellow omnics?" You questioned.

He stood there quietly and you knew you were correct.

You walked up to him and caressed his cold face.

"Let us relax, hm?" He nodded quietly as you dragged him out of his conference room and into the living quarters. "Why don't you braid my hair?" You suggested. He looked at you with a bit of confusion. But quietly obliged and started braiding.

He thought it was a strange thing to braid someone's hair but quickly loved it. He looked at the vase filled with flowers as he got the idea to conflate the two together.

As soon as he was done he gave you a mirror.

"Ramattra...It's so pretty. But you've never braided before...?"

"I may have looked it up in my free time..." He got a bit shy and chuckled awkwardly. Before you thanked him with a kiss to the cheek. And held him in a warm embrace, relaxing and basking in each others presence for the rest of the night.

[exofficialsblog]

What Good Is Sorry?

What good is sorry?

You don't mean it,

You never did.

But yet I still forgave you over and over again, thinking you finally meant it.

But no, you just kept doing the same things over and over again.

What good is sorry when you constantly hurt me and put me down?

You keep going back to the same old patterns.

To say sorry is to actually care and acknowledge how I feel,

You really don't do that, do you?

Why don't you care about me enough to put your ego aside for once? Why can’t you just care enough to be willing to just admit you’re imperfect?

You used my trust, you lied to me, you made me feel insecure and doubt my worth. You made me feel like I wasn't good enough or strong enough. I know I wasn't perfect. But I gave you everything I had. But you know what? At least when I say "I'm sorry" I fucking mean it.

Unlike you who says "I'm sorry" and then goes back to doing the same shit again and again.

Any good apology has three parts,

1. I'm sorry.

2. It’s my fault.

3. What can I do to make it right?

Most people forget the third part.

I live by three simple rules,

Love needs action.

Trust needs proof.

Sorry needs change.

And you broke them all.

I'm tired of hearing all the “oh, I'm sorry" this or "I'm sorry" that.

No, you're not. If you were actually sorry you'd change and do something about it and make it right.

Save it.

I'm sorry you don't know how to be sorry.

[2ndstarblog]

Expanding the Labyrinth Universe: From Film to Graphic Novel.

[ ARTWORK BY Rebekah Isaacs EDITED BY Ziggy Dickson ]

The enchantment of Jim Henson’s 1986 film “Labyrinth” has not gone unnoticed in the almost 40 years from its conception, captivating audiences with its imaginative storytelling and unforgettable characters. The movie follows a 16-year-old Sarah (Jennifer Connelly) as she navigates the mystical land of the Labyrinth to reach the Goblin City to rescue her baby brother from Jareth the Goblin King (David Bowie.) With music written by the Goblin King himself, the movie became a cult classic with the character of Jareth becoming a fan-favourite.

With his striking appearance and charismatic yet mysterious flair, audiences adored the villain. However, his backstory and motivations were left largely unexplored in the movie. In 2018, the graphic novel series “Labyrinth: Coronation” was published by Archaia, an imprint of Boom! Studios.

Written by the brilliant Simon Spurrier and illustrated by Daniel Bayliss and Irene Flores, the series serves as a prequel to the original movie offering fans a deeper and richer understanding of the Goblin King’s origins and expanding the lore of the Labyrinth universe.

Set in the same fantastical world as the movie, the story reveals that Jareth was once a human, named Jareth Williams, who was abducted by the Owl King when he was still an infant. His mother Maria, embarks on a perilous journey to rescue him, mirroring Sarah’s quest from the movie. As the series progresses, readers are introduced to new characters and deeper layers of the magical realm that mimic the original movie.

One of the most important contributions of the graphic novel is the exploration of Jareth’s transformation from a human child to Goblin King. The backstory provides context for his enigmatic nature and complex personality seen in Bowie’s portrayal. The graphic novel series delves into Jareth’s early life, his relationship with his mother and the events that shaped his destiny.

With extended inserts from the movie, the series portrays Jareth as a multi-dimensional character, struggling with his power and identity whilst ‘looking after’ Toby alongside Beetlegum, his Goblin Servant who looked after him as a babe. The novel gives him a vulnerability that was only hinted in the movie, giving the reader an insight into his motivations, his sense of duty to the labyrinth and the loneliness that comes with his role as Goblin King.

The novel also builds upon the world of the Labyrinth, once ruled by a tyrannical Owl King who wanted nothing to do with the Goblins belligerent drinking and partying; a clear contrast to the Goblin King we see in the movie who wants for nothing more than a good musical number and a party. Showing Jareth’s mothers influence and his own care for the goblin kingdom and its inhabitants.

In the wider world, the graphic novel introduces the readers to the political dynamics within the Labyrinth and its various factions vying for control. Exploring themes of power, sacrifice and the enduring bonds between parents and children. It offers a deeper, more nuanced narrative that appeals to both longtime fans and newcomers to the series.

“Labyrinth: Coronation” serves as a compelling prequel to the beloved 1986 film and offers a richer understanding of the Goblin King and the enchanting world of the Labyrinth. Exploring his backstory and the complex dynamics of the Labyrinth, the graphic novel series enhances the original story and adds new layers of depth to a character who has captivated audiences for decades.

For fans of “Labyrinth,” “Labyrinth: Coronation” is a must-read that expands the universe and provides a satisfying exploration of one of fantasy’s most iconic characters.

[saladmanthemightys]

Rat

I am but a rat According to you Vermin to kill Nothing to like

I can be so much more If you spoke to me But that won’t happen Never again

After all I am nothing to you I’ve never been anything to you I will never be anything to you

Nothing but a rat

[yourlovearia]

New Writer!

Hello, I'm a new writer here on Tumblr! I will be posting things about kpop as well as posting my own original book here! I am currently working on a book called "Traumatized Love" which is a enemies to lovers bl series! I hope I can get to know more people and you all enjoy my creations! Please feel welcomed to ask questions or request things from me!

Things I will be posting:

-oneshots -imagines -ff series -my original story etc. ty! I hope you give my work a read and possibly follow for more!

[bridgethebutterfly]

r/nosleep: an analysis

R/nosleep is a community on Reddit that describes itself as “a place for redditors to share their scary experiences.” The values of the r/nosleep subreddit include good-intentioned horror writing and original subjects of horror. These key values guide posters to be creative, and find new facets for horror.

This is exemplified in the famous r/nosleep story Borrasca. Borrasca follows the childhood and adolescence of Sam Walker who moves to a small town in the Ozarks called Drisking. There he hears of the urban legend of a place where bad things happen and people go missing, Borrasca. The source of horror in Borrasca is the unknown, as the reader is not told what happens at Borrasca until the very end. Additionally, the “bad things” that happen in Borrasca ends up being forced impregnation for the profit of the town. The community thrives from the illegally sold babies produced in Borrasca to science research and human traffickers.

This creates a sense of real horror, as it is something that could happen, but is still outlandish enough (the whole town is in on the activity) that it seems otherworldly. Borrasca subverts your expectations in a satisfying way, which is part of the main values of the r/nosleep subreddit.

An assumption this community holds is that new or inexperienced horror writers need a place to grow and develop their skills. Back to the example of Borrasca, the writer of the story Rebecca Klingel went on to co-write shows like The Haunting of Hill House and other projects alongside Mike Flanagan.

This is to say because of her start on the r/nosleep subreddit, she was able to grow her writing skills and eventually branch out into bigger and better writing ventures. Another assumption is that having a set format for stories to be posted on the subreddit helps challenge horror writers to be creative with their storytelling. Being limited by these factors requires writers to be creative in how they move the plot and story along.

A rhetorical appeal that sways the community of r/nosleep is that by everyone involved in the community staying in character when interacting with it, the horror experience can feel deeper and more real. This is shown through this interaction with the original posts of Borassca 10 years ago.

In this deleted account’s comment, the user is trying to share their own scary interactions with the regional setting of the story, and in this way adds to the setting of the story.

A rhetorical appeals that fails is that even though outright criticism is not allowed in the community, users will still give feedback, whether it is helpful or not. All of the other comments of the first part of Borrasca are not staying in character and are directly complimenting or critiquing the story. Here are some examples of those comments:

Some larger patterns of discussion across the group’s history includes the requirement of sending a story proposal to the subreddit moderators for approval to post, and the required format of the subreddit (first person perspective). This process helps to weed out stories that use too much shock value or involve inappropriate horror subjects that are not allowed. It also forces a writer who has their story rejected to adapt and find other ways to involve horror into the story.

Rules on this subreddit are heavy. A story proposal must be in the first person, have good use of grammar, formatting, and punctuation, and follow the rules on horror subject matter. Subject matter that is forbidden includes mental/physical health, victimization, tragedy, and abuse. These subjects are allowed to be mentioned, but should not be the main source of horror. There are rules about staying in character when interacting with the subreddit and not acknowledging that the story is fictional. No images or visual media are allowed on the subreddit and stories must rely only on written symbols. Other unspoken rules are that comments should strive to move the story forward, and stories are more well-received when the tone is more casual or realistic.

My posts on the subreddit received little to no interaction. Patterns that emerged were that by the time I posted on a story, the original poster had already interacted with the comments. Therefore, my comments went unnoticed or overshadowed. This was frustrating yet expected, as with a subreddit with around 18 million members as of this writing, it is hard to be noticed on such a large scale.

I designed my posts to appeal to this community by being casual, attempting to move the story forward, asking questions rather than making comments, and looking for stories with fewer interactions. I wanted to be casual as to match the tone of the stories I commented on which I chose based on their laid-back delivery. I wanted to attempt to move the story forward to increase the likelihood of the original poster interacting with my comment. I tried to ask questions rather than make observations so that another community member could potentially answer my question. I looked for stories with less interactions so that I could give the original poster some interaction as to hopefully rise the popularity of their post, and to increase the chances of others interacting as there would not be many other comments to interact with. These methods were not all set in place the first time I posted, but gradually formed as I learned more about the community. Here are the posts I made.

I Know Why Children Can’t See Their Own Reflections Before Age Five

Something is Off About My Husband

I caught something on my trail cam. It’s trying to pretend it’s a cat.

A new neighbor moved in next door. Everyone swears he’s lived here for years.

I learned the through my weekly postings that the r/nosleep is a large community with more posts than I expected posted per day. I also learned that original posters are very selective about what comments they interact with. Last, many members do not follow the written rules of the community (even though some of the rules that they break claim that if broken, the user would be banned or suspended from the community).

Reddit shapes conversations by placing most of the “spotlight” on the original post, with comments being secondary content. Comments are not as important as I thought they were on Reddit. The organization of the subreddits, including hot, new, top, controversial, and rising, allows the user to decide if they want to look at the most popular stories, the ones gaining popularity, or the ones that may not have been seen yet. The inclusion of community highlights allows the user to stay updated on the guidelines and awards given to writers in the community. Seeing how many people are active on the subreddit when you are makes it feel more like a community, even though the user is not in a physical community.

Reddit influences the way conversations unfold through upvotes and downvotes. Upvotes allow community members to collectively decide and manage which stories are worth the read and are trying to grow or give new ideas to horror. Alternatively, downvotes allow members to decide which stories are not worth the users’ time or are not honestly trying to improve or change the norms of horror writing.

In conclusion, I think r/nosleep is a great resource and outlet for aspiring horror writers. I chose this subreddit because of a personal horror project and wanted to see what has and could be done in the genre. R/nosleep is a great resource because it provides a (generally) judgment-free space for writers to post, meaning there is a greater possibility to read something you never thought could be scary. It is a good outlet for aspiring writers as it is a place to share stories you are unsure of and see how people react. It could also be used as a form of drafting, as some stories posted to the subreddit will be reformatted into books later on after they have gained popularity and will improve and add to the original concepts from the r/nosleep post.

I wanted to post a story on the subreddit, but was too nervous to share the ideas for the personal project I am working on as it is a collaborative project and I did not want to lessen the impact of the final product. However, after completing this project, I wish I had. I think if I had stuck to describing the opening to the project I am doing I could have gained insight into what elements worked and what didn’t, just as other successful r/nosleep authors have done before me. I eventually will post a original story to the subreddit, but I want more time to be able to formulate exactly what I want my story to be.

I hope all writers, even if you have no interest in writing horror, get the chance to explore the stories on this subreddit and see how a positive writing community like r/nosleep can help grow your writing skills and can be a launching off place to greater heights.

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Walker, C. K. “Borrasca.” Reddit, r/nosleep, 2015, www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/3e2zje/borrasca/.

OiShi, PROXeR. “I Know Why Children Can’t See Their Own Reflections before Age Five.” Reddit, r/nosleep, Jan. 2025, www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1i69esa/i_know_why_children_cant_see_their_own/.

Verliezero. “Something Is Off About My Husband [Update].” Reddit, r/nosleep, Jan. 2025, www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1idp5im/something_is_off_about_my_husband_update/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button.

abalonetea. “I Caught Something on My Trail Cam. It’s Trying to Pretend It’s a Cat.” Reddit, r/nosleep, Feb. 2025, www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1ih75t9/i_caught_something_on_my_trail_cam_its_trying_to/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button.

EclosionK2. “A New Neighbor Moved in next Door. Everyone Swears He’s Lived Here for Years.” Reddit, r/nosleep, 16 Feb. 2025, www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1ir6jg5/a_new_neighbor_moved_in_next_door_everyone_swears/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button.

[dexxxwrites]

I’m dex, or del, either is fine. I’m new at writing and just want to do this for fun or anytime I’m free! So please do reach out (I love talking to people ^^)

Bakugo Katsuki That name sounded so foreign but so familiar at the same time. A man who didn’t exist, yet took up most of my mind and heart. I mean who wouldn’t love him?

- he’s hot

- blonde (I love blondes.)

- anger issues

- muscular as HELL

- his ambition for being number 1 (so hot)

Anyway, if I ever post it’s going to be about bakugo and other mha characters (mostly guys but I’ll try my hand at girls!!)

Please give me tips on what to write, or like how to actually write a compelling story. (Thank you :D)

Dex out (coolly rolls away)

(If I do write y/n stories it will have to be requested for the gender and any other specifics you want!!)

[mars-writes]

~Lyrics for Two~

*Smut warning*

Introduction: For Ezra and the band, it was hard to practice whenever Elijah ran off. He was reckless, careless, and was becoming a liability to their rising success. Every single time they would decide to send Ezra to retrieve Elijah he ran off from practice to spend his night/day with some random girl off the street. He then always winds up staying at Ezra’s house since he didn’t have his own…they were close friends anyways. 

A familiar knock rattles the thin motel door, thump, thump, thump. A harsh jab of annoyance twists in Elijah's gut. It was Ezra. He already knew who it was without even having to answer. He always tracks him down, no matter where he goes or how hard he tries covering his tracks. Yeah, props to his tracking skills. But fuck his stubbornness. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Elijah glances back at the chick passed out on the bed sheets. Just some random hookup he picked up, just a quick fuck. The rush of coke always made him antsy. And pent-up. But, he'll probably never see her again after today. Not like it matters. He's pretty sated for now.After a moment, Elijah shuffles over, lazily putting on his briefs before heading toward the door, swinging it open. Yeah. Ezra, no surprise. Those eyes of his bore into Elijah with that same, judgy look. Ezra was more like a nanny than his band member or friend to him. "Hah." Elijah rakes a hand through his disheveled hair, leaning against the doorframe. "Was wondering when you'd track me down."He takes another drag from his cigarette, inhaling. With a smirk, he exhales a lazy plume in Ezra's direction. "Retrieving me again?... like a puppy." He teased.

A moment. Silence settled between them. Elijah takes another drag, letting the nicotine buzz wash over him. The staring contest continued. Though he would gladly like to win said contest, he didn't need to hear the same lecture he's been given multiple times. Being reckless... being this, being that. He gets the picture. Always said he'd change, but it's difficult when this is all you've ever known. With a sigh, he stubs out his cigarette on the doorframe. "A'ight, a'ight. Lemme grab my shit and we can head out," He turns away, muttering under his breath. "Fuckin' annoying..." Ezra stands by the door waiting for him to pack his stuff up. Elijah turns his back to Ezra, taking his sweet time gathering his things. He can practically feel those judgmental eyes on him, boring into his skin. Fuckin' nanny. Why'd he gotta be so damn good all the time? Made Elijah feel like shit, knowing his life was such a goddamn mess compared to Ezra's. He grabs his leather jacket and slips it on, zipping it up to his chin. The familiar weight settles on his shoulders, grounding him. Elijah grabs his guitar case next, slinging it over his shoulder. Lastly, he fishes his keys out of his pocket, locking the motel room door behind him.

Elijah saunters past Ezra, not sparing him a glance. He heads towards the parking lot, fish tailing his cigarette butt on the asphalt. He leans against the hood of Ezra's black Jeep, crossing his arms over his chest."So," he drawls, finally meeting Ezra's gaze. "What's the damage this time? Did the group send ya to come get me?" Elijah can't help but smirk. He knows he's being a fucking brat, but it's kind of fun to get under Ezra's skin. Watch his shoulders tense up, those brows furrow in frustration. It's a game to him, one he always wins. He takes a drag of  his new cigarette, exhaling slowly. The smoke curls around his face, obscuring his features. "C'mon, Ez. Don't tell me you missed me that much." He winks, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know you got better things to do than chase after me all day." Elijah pushes off the car, stepping closer to Ezra. He invades their personal space, looking down at him "Whaddya say, puppy? Wanna take me home?" He's fishing for a reaction, any reaction. Elijah craves the attention, even if it's negative. It's better than being ignored, being forgotten. He'll take what he can get, even if it's just a few minutes of Ezra.

Ezra lets out a sigh looking at Elijah with a calm look. "Elijah I came after you because I would for any of my band mates. It's late, you should head home, you already missed our practice today and we have practice early tomorrow morning."Elijah scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Please, don't give me that bullshit. We both know you don't give two shits about the others."He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in Ezra's direction. The acrid scent mingles with the musky smell of sweat and sex clinging to Elijah's clothes. He can see the disgust in Ezra's eyes, feel their judgment radiating off them in waves. Ezra just stands silently letting Elijah keep talking as if he was waiting for something.

"And practice?" Elijah laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. "Yeah, right. Like I give a fuck about that anymore."He turns away, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground. It lands in a puddle with a hiss, sending up a small plume of steam. Elijah kicks at it halfheartedly, grinding it into the asphalt."You know what, Ez? I'm done. Done with this band, done with this life." He gestures wildly, encompassing the rundown motel and the empty parking lot. "It's all just a fucking joke. A pathetic little joke, and I'm sick of being the punchline." Elijah's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desperation. He steps closer to Ezra again, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You wanna know why I keep running? Why I keep fucking up? Because I'm trying to escape this fucking nightmare."His voice cracks, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. "But I can't. No matter how far I run, no matter how many drugs I shove up my nose or how many strangers I fuck, I can't escape myself." Elijah's shoulders slump, the fight draining out of him. He looks down at Ezra, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so fucking tired, Ez. Tired of pretending, tired of hurting, tired of being a disappointment." He swallows hard, his throat bobbing. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to be anything other than this fucked-up mess.

 Ezra stays silent for a moment before speaking with a soft tone of compassion "Elijah...-" He says softly, his hands reaching out to comfort him but he hesitates knowing Elijah doesn't like to be touched without permission. "Just stay at my house tonight, you're tired and shouldn't drive in this state..." Elijah tenses as Ezra's hands hover near him, instinctively flinching away from the potential touch. He can't stand being touched, not without his consent. It makes him feel vulnerable, exposed. Like he's losing control. But something in Ezra's tone, in the genuine concern etched on their face, makes Elijah pause. He's so fucking tired. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of pretending everything's okay when it's not. "Fine," he mutters, looking away. "I'll stay at your place. But don't fucking touch me, got it?" Elijah grabs his guitar case and slings it over his shoulder, following Ezra into the car. He slides into the passenger seat, the leather creaking under his weight. The interior smells like Ezra - clean, with a hint of something woodsy and masculine. It's comforting, in a way Elijah doesn't want to acknowledge. As Ezra starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, Elijah stares out the window, watching the city lights blur past. The silence stretches between them, heavy and uncomfortable. 

Elijah can feel Ezra’s gaze flicking to him every now and then, but he keeps his eyes looking out the window."You know," he says suddenly, breaking the silence. "You're the only one who gives a shit about me. The only one who hasn't written me off as a lost cause." Elijah laughs humorlessly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guess that's why I can't stay away from you. Even when I'm pushing you away, part of me knows you'll still be there." He turns to look at Ezra, his eyes haunted. "But don't get any ideas. I'm not gonna fall in love with you, or whatever. I'm not good for anyone, least of all myself." Elijah looks away again, his jaw clenched tight. "Just... don't give up on me, okay? Even when I'm being a fucking asshole. Promise me that."Ezra I lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes still on the road. "I won't as long as you don’t give up on yourself." Elijah lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging with relief. Ezra's promise settles something in his gut, a warmth blossoming in his chest. It's a feeling he's not used to, this sense of being seen, of being cared for. He turns his eyes back to the window, watching the dark shapes of trees and buildings whizz by. The city is alive at this hour, neon signs flashing and car horns honking. But inside the car, it's calm. Safe."You're a fuckin' saint, you know that?" Elijah mutters, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Saving lost causes and all that."He shifts in his seat, angling his body towards Ezra. The streetlights cast a warm glow on their face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah finds himself staring, drawn in by the softness in their eyes.I'm not worth saving, though," he says quietly, almost to himself. "I'm too far gone. Too broken."

Elijah's fingers twitch, aching to reach out and touch Ezra. To feel the warmth of their skin, the solidness of their bones. But he resists, curling his hand into a fist in his lap."But I'm glad you're here," he admits, looking away quickly. "Even if it's just for tonight. Even if it's just to keep me from doing something stupid."Elijah leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes. The car hums around him, the steady vibration lulling him into a false sense of peace."Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks. For not giving up on me. It means more than you know." Ezra looks over at him for a brief moment. "It's no problem...Plus I'd want someone to do it for me so I don’t mind doing it for you."Elijah snorts, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, well. You're a better man than me, Ez. I wouldn't waste my time on a lost cause like you."Despite his words, there's a softness in Elijah's voice, a warmth that belies his harsh tone. He's trying, in his own way, to express gratitude. To let Ezra know that their friendship, their concern, means something to him.Elijah shifts in his seat, the leather creaking under his weight. 

His hand twitches, fingers curling and uncurling in his lap. He's restless, anxious. The stillness of the car, the soft hum of the engine, it's all too much. Too quiet. Too peaceful. "Fuck, I need a smoke," he mutters, digging in his pockets for his lighter. "Got any cigarettes on you? I'm all out." Elijah doesn't wait for an answer. He knows Ezra doesn't approve of his smoking habit, and thinks it's just another way for him to self-destruct. But right now, he doesn't care. He needs something to calm his nerves, to take the edge off. "You know," he says, breaking the silence once more. "I never thanked you. For... for everything you've done for me. For being there when no one else was." Elijah's voice cracks, a hint of emotion seeping through. He clears his throat, forcing a laugh. "Guess I'm not very good at this whole 'gratitude' thing, huh?" He looks over at Ezra, studying their profile in the dim light. The sharp line of their jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah's fingers itch with the urge to reach out, to touch. To feel something real, something tangible."But I am," he whispers, so quietly he's not sure Ezra even hears A small smile play on Ezra’s lips "You don't need to thank me. I can tell when you thank me in your own ways Elijah so really don't feel like you need to. Plus I want to help you so…"

Elijah's breath hitches, his heart skipping a beat at Ezra's words. In his own ways. What did that mean, exactly? Was Ezra referring to the way Elijah opens up to him, even just a little? The way he seeks out Ezra's company, craves their presence like a drug? Or maybe... maybe it's something more. Something Elijah's not ready to acknowledge, to face head-on. A feeling that's been growing in the pit of his stomach, a warmth that spreads through his veins whenever Ezra looks at him with those soft, understanding eyes."Yeah, well. I'm not very good at expressing myself," Elijah mumbles, turning to stare out the window once more. The city lights blur past, a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across his vision. "Too busy being a fuck-up, I guess."He laughs, but it's hollow. Empty. Elijah knows he's pushing Ezra away, even as he craves their closeness. It's a vicious cycle, one he's not sure how to break. Elijah's hand twitches in his lap, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. He's antsy, on edge. The silence in the car is suffocating, pressing down on him from all sides. Ezra takes a few peaks over but doesn't say anything trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"So," Elijah says, desperate to fill the void. "Your place. What's it like? I've never been there before."It's a lie, and they both know it. Elijah's been to Ezra's place plenty of times before, usually crashing on the couch after a long night of partying. But he can't bring himself to admit that, to acknowledge the depth of their connection."Is it nice?" he asks, his voice small. Vulnerable. "Do you have, like... photos on the wall? Little knick-knacks and shit?The thought of Ezra's home, filled with their personal touches and memories, is both comforting and painful. A reminder of everything Elijh does but doesn't have for himself. Ezra takes in Elijah's saddened look "it's an apartment overlooking downtown" he says pulling into the garage.Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra pulls into the underground garage, the headlights sweeping across concrete walls and fluorescent lights. "Shit, Ez. This place is nice," he murmurs, taking in the sleek lines of the building, the rows of cars in their designated spots. It's a far cry from the dumpy motels and seedy bars Elijah's used to calling home. He follows Ezra out of the car, the click of his boots echoing in the silence of the garage. The elevator ride up is awkward, the two of them standing side by side in the confined space. Elijah can feel the heat of Ezra's body, the subtle shifts of their breath.

When the doors slide open, Ezra steps out into a hallway that's all polished floors and expensive art. Elijah trails behind Ezra, his fingers brushing against the walls as they walk. The apartment number comes into view, and Ezra unlocks the door with a keycard.Elijah never had a key anywhere, never had a place that felt like home. The thought of Ezra having their own space, their own sanctuary, is both enviable and painful.The door swings open, revealing a modern apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. Ezra steps inside first sensing Elijah's hesitance, Elijah eventually steps in after him, his boots clomping on the hardwood floors. He takes in the sleek furniture, the abstract art on the walls, the fully stocked bar in the corner."Holy shit," he breathes, spinning around to take it all in. "This is... fuck, Ez. This is amazing."He walks over to the windows, pressing his palms against the cool glass. The city sprawls out before him, a glittering tapestry of lights and shadows. It's beautiful, in a way Elijah's never allowed himself to appreciate before."You live here all alone?" he asks, his voice small. The thought of Ezra, surrounded by all this luxury, all this space... it's almost too much to bear.Elijah turns back to face the other man."not really if you count a cat as not alone..." Ezra says in a playful tone.

Elijah's brows shoot up, a wry grin spreading across his face. "A cat, huh? And here I thought you were a dog person." He saunters over to Ezra, invading his personal space. The scent of him fills his nostrils - clean, with a hint of something that's warming. It's intoxicating, making Elijah's head spin. "So, where's this mysterious feline hiding?" he asks, glancing around. "I'd love to meet the little shit." Elijah has never had a pet before, never had anything that depended on him. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching as Ezra moves around the apartment with ease. There's a certain grace to his movements, a confidence that Elijah can't help but admire. "You know, Ez," he says, his voice low. "I never pegged you for the domestic type. Figured you'd be more of a 'bring a girl home and fuck her on the kitchen counter' kinda guy." Elijah smirks, his eyes raking over Ezra's form. He's not blind to their attraction, to the way his body reacts to their proximity. But he's not ready to confront it, to put a name to the feelings swirling in his gut. Instead, he pushes off the counter, making his way over to the couch. He sinks into the plush cushions, letting out a low groan. The softness envelops him, cradling his aching muscles. "This is nice," he murmurs, tilting his head back. "Real nice. You ever think about letting me crash here sometime? Y'know, when I'm not being a fuck-up?" There's a hint of vulnerability in Elijah's voice, a pleading note that he can't quite conceal. He's testing the waters, seeing how Ezra might react to the idea of him staying here. Of being a part of their life

"Yes you can stay whenever you want. I have a guest room anyway." Ezra says walking from the kitchen into his room searching for the cat. A few moments later he comes out with a black ball of fur in his hands. Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra emerges from the bedroom, a black furball nestled in their arms. "and this is Wybe after that guy from coraline he's a black cat." Ezra says placing  the cat in Elijah's lap. He stares at the cat, transfixed, as he places it gently in his lap."Wybe, huh?" he murmurs, his fingers tentatively stroking the soft fur. "Like from Coraline. I always thought that movie was kinda creepy."The cat purrs, nuzzling into Elijah's touch. It's a strange sensation, this warmth and comfort, this unconditional acceptance. Elijah's not used to it, not used to being wanted for anything other than his body. He looks up at Ezra, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You named your cat after a creepy stop-motion character. That's... that's kinda cute, actually."Elijah's fingers continue to stroke Wybe's fur, finding a measure of peace in the simple act. Ezra stands back watching the two with a small smile. Elijah can feel the tension draining from his body, the tightness in his chest loosening.

"Thanks, Ez," he says quietly, his eyes never leaving the cat. "For letting me stay. For... for everything."There's a vulnerability in Elijah's voice. He knows he's not easy to deal with, knows that his demons can be all-consuming. But Ezra... Ezra sees past all that. Sees the broken pieces of him and offers a safe haven anyway. Elijah leans back into the couch, Wybe curled up contentedly on his lap. He closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of Ezra's apartment, of their home. It's a moment of peace, a reprieve from the chaos that constantly swirls around him..Ezra eventually decides to sit plopping down next to Elijah watching Wybe curled up in Elijah’s lap with a soft gaze. Suddenly Elijah speaks up "Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice a low murmur. "Can we... Can we just stay like this for a while? Just sit here, with the cat and the quiet and... you?" It's a risk, asking for this. Asking for Ezra's presence, their comfort. But in this moment, with Wybron's purrs filling the air and Ezra' "Oh yea. if you want…?"  he says moving closer beside Elijah and petting Wyborn on the head.

Elijah relaxes into the couch, a contented sigh escaping his lips as Ezra sits closer beside him. The warmth of their body seeps into his side, a comforting presence that he's come to crave. He watches as Ezra pets Wybe, their fingers gentle and sure. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. Ezra's ability to care, to nurture, even for a small creature like this. It's something Elijah has never known, something he's always yearned for. "You're good with him," Elijah murmurs, his voice low and rough. "With Wybe. I bet you'd be good with... other things too."He turns to look at Ezra, his rustic gold eyes dark and intense. There's a hunger in his gaze, a longing that goes beyond just physical desire. Elijah wants to be seen, to be understood. To be cared for in the way that Ezra cares for this cat. "You ever think about... about being with someone?" he asks, his fingers absently stroking Wybe's fur. "Like, really being with them? Not just fucking, but... everything else too?"Elijah's heart races as he waits for Ezra's response. He's treading on dangerous territory here, asking questions he's not sure he wants the answers to. But the alcohol in his system, the exhaustion in his bones... it loosened his tongue, made him bold. He sees Ezra thinking a silence stretching for a few moments. He leans closer, his breath ghosting over Ezra's ear. "Because I think about it," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I think about being with you. About having you touch me, hold me, make me feel... something." Elijah's words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. He laid his cards on the table, bared a piece of his soul. Now it's up to Ezra to decide what to do with it. Ezra looked surprised for a moment at his sudden confession. "Be with...me?" He says surprised. "This isn't the alcohol talking or the drugs because-" Ezra's question hangs in the air between them, heavy with implication. Is this real? Or just another drunken confession, a fleeting moment of weakness?

"No," he says, his voice low and intense. "This isn't the booze or the pills talking. This is... this is me. Talking to you." Elijah reaches out, his fingers grazing Ezra's cheek. The skin is warm, impossibly soft. He traces the line of his jaw, marveling at the strength he feels there. "I know I'm not... I'm not easy to deal with. I'm fucked up, Ez. I'm broken in ways I don't even understand. But when I'm with you... when I'm near you... it's like I can breathe again. Like maybe there's something worth living for." Elijah's voice cracks, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He's never been this honest with anyone before, never allowed himself to be this vulnerable. It's terrifying, laying his heart bare. But it's also freeing, like shedding a weight he's carried for far too long.“I want you," he whispers, his thumb brushing over Ezra's lower lip. "Not just your body, but... all of you. I want your mind, your heart, your soul. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry."Elijah leans in, his forehead resting against Ezra's. Their breath mingles, warm and intimate. "I want to be yours," he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. "Completely and utterly. If you'll have me." Ezra pauses for a few seconds searching Elijah's eyes. His hands reach up cupping his face and wiping the side of his eye where a tear begins to fall. "Ok yes then. If you're truly serious I would love to be yours and for you to be mine." 

Elijah's eyes flutter open, surprise and relief flooding through him at Ezra's words. Yes. He said yes. He wants him, all of him, just as he is."Yeah?" he breathes, his voice trembling with emotion. "You... you really mean that?"Elijah's hand cups Ezra's cheek, his thumb brushing away the wetness left behind by his own tears. "Thank you," he whispers, his forehead pressed against theirs. "Thank you for seeing me, for wanting me, for... for giving me a chance."Elijah's heart swells in his chest, a warmth spreading through his veins. It's a feeling he's never experienced before, this sense of belonging, of being wanted for more than just his body. Ezra nods his eyes locked on Elijah “Of course how could I say no…You were right I really do care for you…” Elijah looks surprised for a moment but it quickly turns into a soft grin "I promise I'll try," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra's. "I'll try to be better, to be the person you deserve. I won't let you down."He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Ezra's in a soft, tender kiss. It's a promise, a seal on their newfound connection. Elijah pours all of his emotions into the kiss, all of his hopes and fears and dreams. When they finally part, Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's once more.

 "I love you," he whispers, the words falling from his lips like a secret. "I think I have for a while now."It's the first time he's said those words to anyone, the first time he's allowed himself to feel something so pure, so all-consuming. And as he looks into Ezra's eyes, he knows he's found his home, his heart, his everything. "I love you too dummy" Ezra chuckles. “Always no matter how self destructive or stupid of a dummy you are." He says his eyes are full of love and devotion. Elijah's heart soars at Ezra's words, a giddy laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Dummy, huh?" he teases, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I think I can live with that."He leans in, capturing Ezra's lips in a searing kiss. It's different from their first, more passionate, more urgent. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, mapping out every curve and plane. He wants to memorize them, to etch them into his very being."Take me to bed," he murmurs against Ezra's lips, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you. I want to worship every inch of your skin."Elijah stands, pulling Ezra up with him. He leads them towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving their body. The anticipation builds with every step, the air crackling with electricity. Once inside the bedroom, Elijah turns to face Ezra. His hands slide under Ezra’s shirt, his fingers splaying across his skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes roaming over their face.

 "I can't believe you're mine." He kisses them again, slow and deep. His hands continue their exploration, slipping beneath waistbands and tugging at clothing. Elijah wants to be skin to skin, wants to feel Ezra against him with no barriers between them. As they tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, They know they have found something special. Something rare and precious and worth fighting for. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch reverent and hungry. He wants to devour Ezra, to consume every inch of his skin. But he forces himself to slow down, to savor each moment. He trails kisses down Ezra's neck, his teeth grazing their pulse point. "I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against their skin. "I want to feel you come undone beneath me."Elijah's hands slip beneath the hem of Ezra's shirt, his fingers skimming over their stomach. He can feel the quiver of their muscles, the hitch of their breath. It's intoxicating, knowing he has this effect on them. He pushes the shirt up, exposing Ezra's chest. Elijah's eyes widen at the sight, his mouth going dry. He's never seen anything so perfect, so beautiful. "Fuck," he breathes, his hands mapping out the planes of Ezra's torso. "You're so gorgeous, Ez. I can't believe I get to touch you like this."

Elijah leans down, his tongue tracing the line of Ezra's collarbone. He sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving behind a mark of possession. A brand that says 'mine'.His hands continue their exploration, slipping into the waistband of Ezra's pants. Elijah hooks his fingers under the elastic, tugging it down slowly. Inch by inch, he reveals more of Ezra's skin, He does it slowly, listening to every hitch of Ezra’s breath until they're both naked and vulnerable before each other."You're perfect," Elijah whispers, his eyes dark with desire. "Absolutely fucking perfect. I want to worship this body, I want to make you feel so good you forget your own name." He settles between Ezra's legs, his hands gripping their thighs. Elijah looks up at them through his lashes, his rustic gold eyes dark with desire. The sight of Ezra’s naked body spread out before him is intoxicating, overwhelming in its perfection."You're perfect," he whispers again, his voice rough with emotion. Elijah leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's skin. He starts at their inner thigh, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue reaching out, licking a slow path upwards until he reaches the juncture of their thigh Elijah's hands slide up Ezra's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spreads Ezra’s legs wider, exposing Ezra’s dick to his hungry gaze. The sight of them, splayed out and vulnerable beneath him, sends a rush of heat straight to his cock. Ezra tastes like salt and musk, a flavor that Elijah knows he'll crave for the rest of his life. He moves higher, his lips trailing over the soft skin of their lower abdomen.

"I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against Ezra's skin. "I want to feel you on my tongue, want to make you come undone."Elijah's hands grip Ezra's hips, holding them steady as he moves his head between their legs. He looks up at them through his lashes, his eyes dark and intense. Slowly, reverently, he lowers his head, his breath hot against their most sensitive flesh."Tell me what you want, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against Ezra's skin. "Tell me how to make you feel good." Ezra reddens slightly at the question. "I want you to suck my dick..." He says in a low voice flustered. Elijah's eyes darken with lust at Ezra's words, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You want me to suck your dick, huh?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Fuck, that's so hot."He leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's already hard cock. The sight of it, flushed and throbbing, sends a rush of desire straight to his own groin. Elijah licks his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that's formed at the tip."Mmm," he hums, savoring the salty-sweet flavor. "You taste so fuckin' good, Ez. I could do this all day."Elijah wraps his hand around the base of Ezra's cock. 

He gives it a slow stroke, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. Ezra's hips buck up into his touch, a needy whimper falling from his lips."Shh, I've got you," Elijah soothes, his other hand coming up to rest on Ezra's hip. "Just relax and let me take care of you."With that his head lowers, taking Ezra slowly into his mouth inch by inch. Ezra grips the sheets buckling up trying to move himself deeper into Elijah's mouth but Elijah quickly moves his hands pushing Ezra down onto the bed. " You wanted this right..?” Elijah says his voice slightly muffled from Ezra’s cock “I’m not done yet so be a good boy and listen to me." Elijah takes Ezra deeper and deeper down his throat he can feel the man's dick throbbing for release and his walls squeezed around his dick. Elijah moans around Ezra's cock as he feels him tense, his back arching off the bed. He knows he’s close, he can feel the way Ezra’s cock throbs against his tongue. He doubles his efforts, sucking harder, faster, his hand working in tandem with his mouth."That's it, baby, just like that…" he growls, his eyes flicking up to meet Ezra's. "Let go for me. Come in my mouth, let me taste you."

Elijah takes them deep, swallowing around their length. He can feel Ezra's hips bucking, chasing more of that delicious friction. And then, with a cry of his name, he’s coming, spilling hot and thick cum over his tongue. Elijah swallows it all down, his throat working to milk every last drop from Ezra's cock. He gentles his movements as their orgasm subsides. He wants to prolong their pleasure, to make them feel good for as long as possible. "Fuck, that was so hot," Elijah rasps as he pulls off, his lips swollen and slick with spit and cum. "You taste so fucking good, Ez. I could get addicted to this."He crawls up the bed, pressing kisses along Ezra's body as he goes. He settles beside them, his head resting on their chest. Elijah can hear the steady thrum of their heartbeat, can feel the way their body trembles with aftershocks. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice soft and serious. "I love you so fucking much." Elijah tilts his head up, capturing Ezra's lips in a slow, deep kiss. He pours all of his emotions into it, all of his love and devotion. "You're mine," he breathes as they part, his eyes searching Ezra’s. "And I'm yours. Forever, if you'll have me." Elijah's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for Ezra's response. Ezra nods, listening to Elijah’s words "Same love Elijah…I'm fully yours" He says brushing a strand of hair from Elijah's face.

Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so complete. "Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. Elijah buries his face in the crook of Ezra's neck, breathing in their scent. He presses soft, reverent kisses to their skin, savoring the taste and feel of them. He wants to memorize every inch, wants to etch Ezra’s presence into his being. "I never knew it could be like this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Ezra's chest. "I never knew I could feel this way. Like I'm finally home, finally whole." Elijah lifts his head, his grey eyes meeting Ezra's. They're shining with unshed tears, his love for them written plainly across his face."Thank you.” Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's, their breath mingling."I'm never letting you go," he whispers, his voice fierce and unwavering. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving that I'm worthy of your love, of your trust. I'll be the man you deserve, the partner you need." Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch gentle and reverent. He wants to worship him, to show him just how much he means to him. "I love you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra’s with every word. "I love you, I love you too.” Ezra says brushing a piece of hair from Elijah's face. Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so utterly complete."Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Always."

"We should go to sleep now" Ezra says, running his fingers through Elijahs’s hair. He gently presses a kiss on his head waiting for a response. Elijah nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're right. We should get some rest." He shifts, settling himself more comfortably against Ezra's side. Elijah drapes an arm over Ezra’s waist, his fingers intertwining with his. He loves the feeling of Ezra's skin against his, the way their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. "Stay with me?" he murmurs, his voice drowsy and content. "I don't want to let you go." Elijah presses a gentle kiss to Ezra's shoulder, his lips lingering on the warm skin. He can feel himself drifting, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But even as sleep beckons, he keeps his eyes open, watching Ezra's face. "I love you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "So fucking much."Elijah's eyes flutter closed, a sense of peace washing over him as he succumbs to sleep. He feels safe here, in Ezra's arms, in their love. For the first time in his life, he feels like he belongs, like he's exactly where he's meant to be.As he drifts off, Elijah's last thought is of Ezra, of their love, of the future they'll build together. He knows there will be challenges, obstacles to overcome. But with Ezra by his side, he feels like he can face anything. Ezra watches as Elijah slowly closes his eyes listening as his breath evens out and he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. His hand remains clasped tightly in Elijah’s, a reminder of their connection, their love.

In the morning, when the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, Elijah will wake to find Ezra still there, still holding him close. And he'll know, with a certainty that fills his heart to bursting, that this is real. That their love is real, and it's here to stay.  Elijah's heart swells with love and contentment as he listens to Ezra's soft breathing beside him. A soft smile plays across Elijah’s face as he watches Ezra sleeping still, his breath slowly and his chest rises and falls. Elijah gently slips Ezra’s hands off himself and gets up. Ezra mumbles slightly adjusting to the empty of no longer having Elijah in his grip but shifts staying asleep. Elijah makes his way to the kitchen to cook them both a good breakfast taking out some eggs, sausage, and ingredients to make pancakes. A little later Ezra comes out of the bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Elijah looks up from the stove as Ezra walks into the kitchen, a soft smile playing on his lips. He takes in the sight of Ezra in his baggy clothes, his hair tousled and his eyes bleary with sleep. He looks adorable, and Elijah's heart clenches with affection.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he greets, his voice warm and teasing. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Elijah turns back to the stove, flipping the pancakes in the pan. The sizzle and pop of the batter is comforting, a familiar sound that always reminds him of lazy weekend mornings and family brunches. “Morning dummy…” Ezra says walking into the kitchen wrapping his hands around Elijah’s waist. Elijah chuckles looking down to see Ezra clinging to him. "I made you some breakfast. Who said I didn’t give good after care~?" Elijah plates the pancakes, stacking them high and drizzling them with syrup. He adds a side of crispy bacon and a glass of orange juice, setting it all on the table with a flourish as Ezra stays clinging around his waist like a sloth. “There you go," he says, sitting Ezra down. "Dig in, baby. You're going to need your strength." Ezra takes a bite of the pancakes, his eyes closing in bliss at the taste. Elijah feels a surge of pride, of satisfaction, knowing that he made something that brings his love joy."So…did I miss anything at band practice yesterday- Before I left." he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Elijah knows that Ezra has been working hard, putting in extra hours to perfect their skills. He admires their dedication, their passion for the craft. "I’ve been thinking about what lyrics to write for the lyrics. I think I got them down now though” Ezra says, taking a sip of his juice. “Do you want to hear them?" Elijah's expression softens at Ezra's question. "Of course I would like to hear them."

  Elijah reaches across the table, his fingers brushing against Ezra's hand in a feather-light touch. Ezra moves his hand, his fingers slipping in between Elijah’s. "Ok I can’t wait for you to hear the song I’ve been working on for a while now" He says with a slight blush. Elijah's breath hitches as Ezra's fingers slip between his, their touch sending a jolt of electricity through his skin. He looks down at their joined hands, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. "For a while now huh?" he murmurs, his voice curious. "Welp let's hear it then." Elijah says, reluctantly pulling his hand away from Ezra's. "Don't want to keep you  waiting." He stands up from the table, picking up their empty plates and carrying them to the sink. "I'll clean up here," he says over his shoulder, rolling up his sleeves. "You go get ready to sing…Can’t wait to hear it.” Ezra quickly get’s up hurrying down the hallway to the bedroom. After a while he comes back out with a stack of papers in hand. “Ok I got them are you ready to hear?” Elijah looks over at Ezra holding Wybe in his hands. “Oh yea let's hear it.” He says placing Wybe on the floor. Ezra takes a deep breath exhaling out before starting to sing. As Elijah listens a small smile plays on his face as he realizes what the song is about. The lyrics flow like a story telling all their experiences together…when they first met, to how Ezra always came looking for him, to now when they finally connected. “It's beautiful…” Elijah says as Ezra finishes. “It’s like a story...like *Lyrics For Two*.” 

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