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Chapter Six

A/N: Happy gobble gobble day! Wanted to get this out before the day was over she here it is! Holiday time is super, super hectic for me. So Saturday uploads will be moved to some time during the week probably a Wednesday until Christmas but I'll let yall know for sure! Comment, reblog & share!

Warnings: Excuse any typos! 18+, Minors DNI! Cursing, Smut

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Chapter 5

On Hassan's last day, father and daughter spent time together until Zilla was done at the Performance Center. Even though she protested, Hassan bought things for the apartment,  whatever she looked at longer than ten seconds and whatever he thought Zilla would like. After doing some shopping in the mall, they went to the food court for lunch. 

"How's your food, Rye?"

"It's good, Daddy. Thank you for all the stuff even though I told you that you didn't have to." She laughed softly. 

He wiped his mouth then smiled at her. "You wasted your time, you knew I was gonna buy it anyway. I'm gonna miss you when I go back home, kiddo."

She pouted at his words. "I know, I'm gonna miss you too. At least we're closer now than when I was in Texas."

"And you better remember that. Don't let it be too long before I see your face," he said in a playful but serious tone. "Understand?"

"Of course. Do you know when Ma's gonna come?"

He ate a few more bites before responding. "The holidays are coming and you know how she is about holidays so if you don't go home, she's coming to you."

"Are you gonna come back when she comes?"

"Oh no ma'am," he laughed, "Absolutely not. They're are only two reasons to be in the same place as your mama. Christmas at my house and your wedding. And she's already said no to Christmas at my house this year."

Moriah pouted playfully as she watched her father laugh at her. She knew it was a long shot but she had to try. 

"But while it's just us, we do need to talk."

"You got a girlfriend?" She asked, squinting at him. "Cause if I don't meet her, she not your girlfriend."

Again, he laughed. 

"I don't. I wanted to talk about you and my son in law."

She put her fork down, focusing on him. 

"I know you haven't shared with him most of what transpired while he was away but you're gonna have to. I forewarned him, I didn't give him any specifics, I just told him that your mother did some things and that you were a minor."

Moriah played with her nails, her heart raced at the thought of having to tell Zilla any of it. 

"It's hard and some of it is gon be hard for him to hear but you gotta let him hear it. Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"Good," he sighed, "Now about your mama."

Moriah scrunched her face up. "I'll make Zilla apologize to her."

"No," he said quickly as he laughed, "Do not do that. Don't."

"Don't? You sure?"

"Very, Rye. She doesn't and has never apologized to either one of you for what she's said it done. He was giving her a taste of her own medicine."

"So what do I do when she starts being all crabby?" Moriah asked, folding her arms on the table. 

He chuckled. "Ignore her. That's what I do. If she calls you and is complaining about it, just sit quietly and don't respond. She'll move on. And if she doesn't, interrupt her and tell her that you'll talk to her later then hang up."

"I … you," she paused to find her words, "You're telling me to hang on her? That lady is crazy."

Again he laughed, this time a little louder.

"She's not crazy, Rye. You're an adult. If someone is not treating you or someone you love in a way that feels good to you or them, remove yourself. Give them clear boundaries and stick to them."

"You're not the first person to say that to me."

"Then there must be some truth to it, kiddo," he told her softly. "I know she's your mom but that doesn't mean she gets a pass to disrespect you and who you decide to spend your life with. Don't let her drive a wedge between you and my son in law, that's her goal."

Moriah shrugged. 

"I figured she would just get over it and drop it eventually."

"Until she's honest with herself about what's really going on, that won't happen. So until she does, you need to draw and communicate clear boundaries."

"I will, I'm trying. Maybe if you and her get back together," Moriah was cut off by her father waving his hand to stop her.

"No ma'am, Moriah." He interjected. "No. I'm sorry that she's taking the divorce out on y'all and I'm trying to help y'all but no. What happened, happened and that's not changing. Your mama and me are not and will not ever get back together. You understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I was just saying."

Hassan shook his head, "Don't just say it again."

"Sorry. Why did y'all get divorced in the first place?"

"Only your mama can give you the real answer to that but the papers she served me say irreconcilable differences."

“Do you miss her?”

He gave an exasperated sigh. “The answer won’t change anything that I just said, Rye. I know the little girl in you wishes that me and your mama would have stayed together or worked it out but that wasn’t the case.” He explained softly. “I love you and that’s what matters here.”

“Okay, Daddy. Thanks you for not treating Zilla any different or bad,”

He cracked a smile, “Wouldn’t dream of it. He’s been my son in law since before you two even realized you liked each other. I have no reason to treat him any different. You know that.”

As they were talking and eating, a woman approached their table with a nervous smile on her face. Moriah was the first to look up but the woman had no idea since she was staring a hole in the side of her father’s face. Gently, Moriah nudged her father’s leg under the table making him look at her then to the woman.

“Yes ma’am?” He drew out with a polite smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this,” she started to explain, stopping when she realized Moriah was sitting there, “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you two together? I didn’t even realize.”

Hassan chuckled and shook his head. “We’re here together but this is my baby girl. We’re having a little quality time. What can we do for you though?”

“Not a damn thing,” Moriah mumbled under her breath, earning her a nudge from Hassan’s foot. 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you and your daughter. I just couldn’t leave outta here without at least talking to you,” she smiled as she extended her hand to him, “I’m Tamera.”

“Hassan,” he replied, shaking her hand briefly, “This is my daughter, Moriah.”

Both women waved politely at one another. Tamera turned her attention back to Hassan. 

“I don’t wanna take up too much of your time with her, so I’ll make it quick. I’m in town a few more days on business and I’d love to see you again.”

Moriah looked back and forth between the older adults curiously. The nervousness was now replaced with a more confident Tamera, and Moriah wasn’t sure why but it was kind of intriguing. And she was clearly holding most of Hassan’s attention.

“Well, I’m heading back to Georgia today. I was only here to see the kiddo.”

Tamera pulls a chair up from the next table and sits down, a wide smile on her face. "You're from Georgia? So am I. What part?"

An audible groan left Moriah watching the woman lean on the table, closer to her father. Hassan gave his daughter a brief, reassuring glance. 

"I'm in Atlanta. You?"

"The same," she laughed softly, "I'm not sure how we've never crossed paths but I'm glad we have now. So can I see you again?"

"I'll tell you what, leave your number and I'll give you a call so we can talk about it," he smiled, sliding his phone to her. 

After saving her number, Tamera shook their hands and left the table. Father and daughter sat in silence, Hassan finishing his food and Moriah stared at him. 

"Daddy."

"Yes, beautiful?"

"Don't 'beautiful' me. You know what I want."

"I don't," he laughed, "What you want, Rye?"

“Are you gonna call her when you get home?”

Shrugging, Hassan stood from his chair. He grabbed their trash, he was stalling for an answer. Although he could usually read his daughter like his favorite book, this was the one time he wasn’t entirely sure about her reaction. Moriah waited patiently for him to throw their trash out for her answer. The two locked eyes, Moriah raised her brows impatiently waiting on his answer.

“You got another store you wanna go to?” He asked gathering their bags.

“No. Now are you gonna call her or not, Daddy?”

“Do you want me to call her, Rye?”

“Oh no ya dont,” she laughed, walking alongside him, “I want a real answer. Are you gonna call that lady or what?”

Hassan glanced at her, a small smile on his face. “Let’s say I did. Would you be okay with that?”

“You’re so difficult,” she huffed playfully, “If you wanted to call her, I would be okay with that.”

“I learned from my kid. If I took her out, would that be okay?”

Hassan had dated after the divorce, two long term relationships but he always made sure Moriah’s feelings came before anything else. The longing and wishing that he would get back together with his ex-wife was still in his babygirl. It hurt him that her wish would be the one he would never be able to bring to fruition but he would grant any other wish for her without a second thought.

“Yeah … yeah I think that would be okay. Just be careful. Make sure she’s not crazy or anything.” Moriah demanded. “And don’t let her in your car on the first date, you meet her. Share your location with me the whole time.”

Hassan chuckled. “That’s what I said to you.”

“And now I’m saying it to you,” she laughed, “But seriously, go and have fun. You deserve it. Who knows you might get married again. I’m not opposed to being your flower girl and Zilla will be the ring bearer.”

Laughter bellowed from Hassan, he stopped to lean over and catch his breath while Moriah stared at him with a playful frown. 

“Now what is so funny?”

“Picturing the two of you doing that,” he spoke in between laughter, “Especially my son in law. But I know the two of you would do it for me happily.”

“Fat!” Zilla yelled from the living room after checking his watch. “What you doin in there? Come on, girl!”

Scurrying out of their bedroom, Moriah put her earrings on going over to him. She stood between his legs, fixing the last earring while his hands rubbed up and down her bare legs. The red satin midi dress clung just the way he thought it would when he picked it out for her, seeing her in it brought a small grin to his face. 

“Isayah, you hear me,” she giggled. 

Pulling himself from his own self indulgent thoughts, Zilla moved his eyes from up her body to her face, the small smile still there. 

“Nah, my bad. What you say?”

“Boy,” she giggled, “I asked if these shoes were too much? Should I change them?”

He bit his lip as he checked the heels out. “Keep em on. I like em. Matter of fact, we can stay here and order something.”

Laughing, Moriah pulled her boyfriend up from the sofa and towards the door. 

“Nope, you said you were taking me out so we're going out.”

“Aight, baby but when we get home,” he paused to slap her ass, “You already know.”

The dimly lit, upscale restaurant provided the exact feel and environment that Zilla felt his girlfriend deserved. It had been too long since he had taken her out between her job and his being so demanding and tiring. 

Moriah's eyes danced around the decor of the restaurant, a slight look of awe.

“Baby, this is nice. Didn't think Orlando had anything like this.” She joked. 

He smiled, looking around. “Shit me neither but I'm glad they did.”

“Why's that?”

He reached across the table to hold her hand. “Cause I can't take my Fat just anywhere especially since it's been so long.”

“Awwwe, Isayah. That's sweet but I understand. Our jobs, especially yours, ask so much of us.”

“Yeah but we still gotta make time for each other and we gon do that. Aight?”

Moriah saluted him playfully with her free hand. 

“Sir yes sir.”

Playfully, he pushed her hand away laughing. “You so goofy, man. You gon be at my match right?”

“Oh I didn't tell you? Toni wouldn't let me off, I can't make it. I'm sorry, baby.”

He deflated a little bit but tried to keep a small smile on his face. “It's aight, Fat. I understand, it's gon be plenty other ones you can come to.”

“Awwee you sure you understand?”

“Of course.”

She grinned. “I'm just playing, baby. You know I wouldn't miss your TV debut. Toni knew I wasn't asking for the time off, I was telling her.”

“Man, don't play with me like that,” he laughed, “You was finna have me in that ED annoyin Toni till she let you off.”

“Well thankfully for her, you don't have to do that,” she laughed. 

Halfway through their meal, Moriah remembered a few things they needed to talk about. She thought about waiting until the end of their dinner but with what he had planned, she knew it would ruin the mood. 

“Last month I found out that Thomas works in the hospital on the pediatric floor,” she blurted out. 

Zilla's fork stopped halfway to his mouth, he looked over at his girlfriend confused.

“Who?”

“Thomas. My ex from college.”

Chuckling, Zilla continued to eat his food completely ignoring the conversation which worried Moriah. She let the silence go on for a few moments. 

“Aren't you gonna say anything?”

“As long as he not botherin you, talkin to you or none of that,  his ass can work there all he want,” Zilla explained in his regular tone. “Now if he is doin either of those, Ima handle it for you.”

“Babe, it's okay. He was bothering me but I handle it,” she smiled. “Proud of me.”

“I'm proud, Fat but you needa tell if he start back.”

“I will but he's harmless outside of him being full of himself.”

He shrugged. “Don't care. If he don't understand you tellin him to leave you alone then he ain't. I'm serious, Moriah.”

She pouted. “No, no, no. I'm Fat. Call me Fat.”

Zilla laughed, “Aight, Fat. Big ass baby yet you mean as shit.”

“I'm not mean to you though,” she laughed. 

His laugh got louder for a moment. “Like hell you ain't. You meaner to me than anybody else.”

“Anyway, I need you to be on your best behavior for Thanksgiving, Zilla.”

“Zilla's always on his best behavior.”

Moriah stared at him. 

“With my mom, boy. You know exactly what I'm talking about.”

He laughed softly. “I can't promise that. If she start with you or my mama, ima start with her.”

“Baby, you don't have to do that. I'm fine, I'll just ignore her.”

“It ain't fine and you don't need to ignore it, Rye.” He said as nicely as he could. “I know that's your mom but that shit ain't cool. And you can't keep lettin her say shit and treat you the way she do either. I don't like it and I know you don't either.”

Sighing, Moriah sat back in her seat in thought. Now everything that she had been told by friends, her dad and Leata were now coming out of her boyfriend. 

“Now I see how you felt when we were kids and everyone kept telling you to stop being bad.” She mumbled. 

“Yeah and I see how yall felt. But forreal, Fat, that shit ain't cool. That's gon cause a problem between us and ion want that.”

“I don't want that either. I've been working on boundaries that I can communicate to her.”

“That's my girl,” he praised, laughing at the smile that rose on her face. He took a long velour box from his pocket then slowly slid it to her across the table. “What you think about that?”

Looking between the box and him, Moriah opened the box and gasped. She picked the necklace up out of its box, her eyes and fingers roamed every inch of it. 

“Zay … wow. This is beautiful. Wow. Thank you, baby.” She smiled finally looking back at him. 

“I'm glad you like it. I ain't gon lie, I ain't know what the hell to get but that looked like you.” He explained softly. 

“I don't like it,” she corrected, “I love it. You did great.”

A blush rose to his cheeks as he got up to put it on for her “Preciate that.” He leaned down to kiss her before he went back to his seat. 

Moriah kept her hand on it and her smile still on her face as she watched him. She loved when he gave her gifts because he didn't do so arbitrarily. They always meant something. 

“This feels and looks pretty expensive guess I'm definitely giving you some tonight.” She joked. 

“Goofy,” he chuckled. “It's dumb and I don't know if you remember but nine years ago today we went out on what I consider our first date.”

A look of sadness quickly flashed across her face then happiness. She twisted her lips playfully. 

“I really did not think you would even remember that, Zay. Honestly.”

“I'm not surprised but I do. I remember everything about that night,” he smirked. 

“See … I should've known that's why you remembered it. Always nasty.”

He laughed as he reached for her hand. “I would've remembered whether or not we had sex that night, Fat. I ain't sure it as much as I should've but it did mean a lot to me.”

Moriah giggled softly. “Look at my man being a big ole softy. I love that for us.”

“Yeah aight. Shawn and Hunter expecting big numbers for the night I debut. Shit make me kinda nervous.”

“Don't let it,” she answered going back to her food. “That means they know what kind of star power comes along with my Zilla.”

“It's crazy that a bunch of people gon stop what they doin to watch me wrestle.”

“Why is it crazy, Zay?”

He shrugged. “Cause I'm just me.”

Moriah raised a brow. “What I tell you about that? You're not just Zilla, you are Zilla. You are Isayah Fatu. You are Leata and Eddie's baby boy. You are somebody. All those people know it so you better know it too.”

The couple stared at each other in silence, Moriah's brow still raised as Zilla's lips curled up into a smile. She understood what he wasn't saying and his feelings, he loved and hated it at the same time. But she respected him enough to not bring it all out at one time. She'd dance around it until she had enough. 

"Come ‘ere.." Zilla said, his voice now with a hint of lust in it.

She took a few steps closer before he pulled her the rest of the and embraced her in a hug. Their bodies pressed together as he pulled her even closer and kissed deeply. Zilla was gentle, yet passionate. His hands cupped her ass as he squeezed and pulled her in against him. Moriah on her tippy-toes in the middle of their living room while she let out a throaty moan. Their tongues danced and explored each other's mouths, both savoring the moment together.

Zilla broke the kiss for a moment, to check if Moriah was okay. But when he saw her smiling in return, he went right back into another deep kiss, more intense than their last. Moriah couldn't help herself, she always loved how aggressive he could be and it excited him to know that she liked it. She moved her hands down his chest to the front of his slacks until she felt something hard pressing against her palm Moriah smiled into the kiss, keeping her hand right where it was. After several minutes of making out, he pulled away from her slightly to lay his eyes on her again making her whimper softly at the loss of contact. 

Zilla looked deeply into her eyes and spoke in a low tone. “Ion think you know how beautiful you are, Fat. Do you?”

She smiled shyly at him, her hand still in its spot. “You tell me all the time, Zay.”

Grabbing for her hand, he held it gently, his masculine fingers intertwined with her softer ones, then led her into their shared bedroom. They stood close together near the foot of their bed, facing each other. Moriah found herself moaning softly under his watchful gaze. She was trembling with desire. All she wanted was to feel his touch more. 

Zilla cupped her cheek softly as he brushed his lips against hers for a slow, sensual kiss. It was like an electric shock running through their bodies. It sent shivers down Moriah's spine, it made Zilla's heart skip a beat. She trembled and whined as he gently explored her mouth with his tongue. But then he stopped as quickly as he had started. 

“What's wrong?” She asked, meeting his stare. 

Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away, his tank top wasn't too far behind. His eyes never left hers.

“Get on them knees for me, Fat. Open that pretty ass mouth.”

It wasn't a request, it was an order and she was more than happy to oblige. Moriah whimpered softly in agreement as she lowered herself onto her knees before her man. His commanding presence was one of her favorite things about him. His tone was soothing, yet assertive, and she could never refuse.

Zilla unbuckled his slacks then pulled down the zipper revealing the bulge that Moriah seemed to never get enough of. She bit her lip gently as she watched him free his dick. It was big - above average-sized, and definitely thick, and it looked delicious to her somehow. Her panties were already damp at this point, and she longed for the sensation of his dick inside her mouth. She loved how dominant he was, and the way he seemed so sure of himself, and it seemed at times he could read her thoughts without saying a word.

"Say aah, baby," he ordered then smiled down at her with his eyes full of adoration and lust. 

Moriah stared up at him, a small smile on her face. He looked down at her expectantly. Slowly, she opened her mouth for him, sticking her tongue out then echoed the sound he wanted. She reached forward and took a hold of him then  wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. Zilla gasped softly in surprise at her eagerness.

"Good girl. That's my girl. You look so beautiful down there, Fat." he encouraged softly. "So beautiful. Fuck.”

Moriah moaned softly, feeling her mouth fill up with his dick. Her head felt dizzy with lust as she ran her tongue all over him. His taste was intoxicating and she just wanted more. But she also loved how he praised her, and being called a good girl did something to her. All of her desire felt ignited at once for her man. She felt him place one of his hands on the back of her head, but he just kept it there, and didn't force her to take him deeper inside. She loved how he was taking charge, but that he was also respectful. Reaching her hand underneath him, she gently cupped his balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand, careful not to hurt him. She slowly moved her lips further along his shaft, taking his cock in deeper. Her gags echoed around the room but Zilla knew her well enough to know, she made the sound for him. It brought a smile to his face. 

He chuckled softly as their eyes met. “Lift your dress up and get her ready for me, Fat.”

Moriah moaned around him in response as she did what he asked of her. He groaned softly watching her bring her hand from between her legs and spread her wetness along his shaft. Subconsciously, she wondered what else he had in mind for them while her fingers rubbed her engorged clit in a quick but gentle rhythm. His dick twitched against her tongue, and he began to rock his hips ever so slightly. He was almost fucking her face, but he kept it slow and didn't go deep. After a few moments, he pulled himself from her mouth, his hand still cradling her head, then rubbed it all over her face first, across her lips and nose, as if he wanted to paint her with his masculine scent. She closed her eyes and moaned at how nasty this all was, while she continued rubbing herself in a steady rhythm, already feeling herself on the edge of an orgasm.

He brushed his thumb over Moriah's lips gently, parting them ever so slightly. 

"Suck it," he purred softly as he placed the tip of his dick upon her waiting tongue. 

Her mouth filled up once more with his thick shaft. She sucked on him eagerly, enjoying every bit of him inside her mouth. Her hand kept its steady motion against her own pussy, her fingertips brushing over her sensitive clit with each passing stroke, and she was dizzy from it all. She was moaning repeatedly now, and Zilla could tell she was getting close to a climax. 

"Stop touchin’ my pussy," he demanded, right as she was about to cross the threshold. 

His words were firm, but not threatening. Moriah whined and pulled her hand back out from between her legs eager to fulfill his command.

“Good girl.”

It took some time, but eventually, Zilla could no longer hold back the rising tide inside him. With his hand on her head once more, he made sure she couldn't escape and with her tongue twirling around him, Moriah was rewarded with thick streams of cum flowing into her mouth. Moriah's whole world seemed to revolve around his throbbing member at that moment. Tasting the salty sweetness of his seed while it filled her up, moaning in pure delight. She wanted to savor every last drop of his warm essence as it flowed into her. He watched her intently after slipping his dick from her mouth. 

“Show me, baby.”

Giddily, Moriah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “Aaaah.”

Zilla pulled her up from the floor and kissed her hard. He turned them so she was facing the bed then pulled the straps off her dress down her arms until it pooled at her feet leaving her naked in front of him. Pulling away briefly, Zilla kicked his loafers off then took off his pants and briefs. 

“That dress looks much better on the floor,” he joked, making her laugh softly. 

Once he got her situated on the bed, he kissed her again as he ripped her panties away from her body, making her pull away and gasp. He pecked her lips one more time then moved to the foot of the bed. Gently he ran  his fingers down her slit paying excess attention to her clit, making gasp again. He kissed up her legs to the inside of her thighs, planting a kiss on each side as he worked his way towards her center.

Reaching her pussy, he placed a kiss directly on her lips causing her to arch her back. Parting her lips with his fingers, Zilla began his assault on her clit with his tongue. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it as she writhed in pleasure under him. He looked up at her as he eased two fingers inside of her still playing with her clit and fingering her to see her playing with her breasts, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. Her eyes are closed and he knows she's biting her lip to keep from crying out. Knowing she was getting close, Zilla took his fingers away and kissed back up her body ignoring her whine.

“I hear you, Fat. Ima give you what you want, I got you.”

He moved his hand slowly up to find her breasts. Squeezing each firmly and traced her nipples with his tongue. Sensing her excitement and playing into his own, he took her right breast and placed it into his warm mouth making her moan his name softly. After trying to rub herself against him unsuccessfully, Moriah attempted to roll them over which he obliged. His half hooded eyes stared up at her while his hands gripped her hips.

Moriah reached between them, grabbing him and gently rubbed the tip of his dick back and forth on her clit. After a few more back and forth movements, she wanted more and aligned herself with him. She pushed herself down hard and quickly. The couple sighed together and his grip on her hips became tighter. She rode him quick and hard. All the while he touched her breasts, licked her fingers, and occasionally smacked her ass. All she could do was give into her body and continue with the pattern she had set for herself.

She moaned his name loudly and he could feel her tighten around him. A knot started to form in her lower abdomen and she moved a little more slowly.

“Come on, baby. You can do it,” he groaned, reaching up to wrap his hand around her throat. 

She shook her head, whining softly still moving. “I can't, Zay.”

He squeezed a little as he drove his hips up into her. “You can do it. Give it to me.”

Despite shaking her head and whining her disagreement, Moriah's speed picked back up meeting her boyfriend's thrusts until she started to come. Zilla moved his other hand from her hip and rubbed her clit.

“There you go. Look at you makin a mess all over me,” he praised softly. “That's my Fat.”

Once he was sure she had come down, he helped her out of his lap then flipped them over. Moriah instinctively got on all fours, arching her back as far as it would go earning an appreciative smack from her boyfriend. Gently, he pushed into her until he bottomed out then pulled out repeating the pfour, a few times until she sternly called his name. 

“What's up, baby?”

“You know what I want,” she pouted.

Quickly he slammed all the way into her groaning feeling his balls slap against her clit and making her yell out. 

“That's what you want?”

“Fuck! Yes, Zay.”

He thrust hard into her a few times. “Who's Zilla's good girl?”

“I am,” she yelled proudly, pushing her hips back to meet his. 

With the trip 24 hours away, Hassan knew he needed to call his ex wife to try and give her some sort of standard to take to Florida with her. She had yet to pick the phone up and he could already feel the headache coming on.

“You calling me first? Hell must've froze over,” she laughed. “How are you, Hassan?”

“And you asking me how I'm doing? Pigs must be flying. I'm well, Didi. How are you?”

There was a bit of rustling on her end before she answered. 

“I'm well also. Excited to see my baby for the holiday. It's a shame you can't come.”

“Me and her just saw each other so we're fine. We had a good time together while I was there.”

Nadine has to keep her jealousy at bay. “Oh did you? You probably spoiled her as usual.”

“I did and I also respected her and her relationship,” he added.”Something you need to do when you go there, Didi.”

She scoffed. “If that's what you called for then you wasted your time.”

“I didn't waste anything because you're gonna listen to me. I'm tired of the way you treat her and my son in law.” Hassan paused to chuckle when he heard her huff. “You need to get it through your lil stubborn brain that they're gonna be together for a long ass time and they love each other.”

“They're only 24, things can change, Hassan. And he is not our son in law.”

“He is our son in law and you better stay acting like it or you're gonna be the one missing out on holidays and special occasions.”

“Anyway,” she huffed, “Tell your parents and that sister of yours I said hello when you visit for the holidays. I need to finish packing.”

“Alright, you remember what happened last time you referred to Gabi that way. You heard what I said, Nadine. Don't go down there with that bullshit.”

Issues with their flight kept them from arriving until the morning of Zilla's debut. They decided to keep it a secret from him since he was going to be at the center all day. 

“Coming! Coming!” Moriah called out as she went to the door without checking her ring app. She squealed when she opened the door. “Mama! Naio!”

“Babygirl!” Leata squealed, pulling her into a tight hug. “My baby, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Mama! And you bought Naio, Zay's gonna be so happy!”

Naio mimicked them then pushed them out the way playful to walk into the apartment. The women pushed him back and Leata walked in closing the door behind them. 

“Where's my mom?” 

“She said she was tired from the flight so she stayed at the hotel.”

Naoi plopped down on the sofa, moving around to get comfortable.

“Damn, lil bruh was right.”

Leata and Moriah stared at him. 

“About the sofa,” he laughed, still moving around, “It's comfy and it don't move and I'm tryna move it. I see why he like it.”

Moriah covered her face laughing. “I can't believe he told you too.”

“Well believe it. Ima need one of these.”

While they were catching up with each other, Nadine was doing some catching up of her own. She paced around the living room of her suite.

“I've been trying to get her to at least have a conversation with me but she's still not going for it.” Thomas sighed

“Hmm … do you think she's scared? Maybe he's abusing her. Do you think?” Nadine rambled still pacing.

“No, neither. I think she just really means it.”

“Absolutely not. She can't.”

“Ms. Nadine, as much as I want her back I don't think I have a chance.”

She stopped pacing to stare at him. “That's not a choice. You will get her back. She can't stay with him. I've worked too hard to keep him away from her.”

“Can I ask why?”

“That's not the point and none of your concern. What you need to be concerned with is getting my daughter back,” she paused for a moment, “I'll figure it out and let you know.”

Later that night, Moriah, Leata, Naio and Nadine were sitting ringside waiting for Zilla's match to start. His music hit moments later, the performance center lit up with cheers for him. As he stood on the ring post to posture for the crowd, he laid eyes on his girlfriend then her mother and his family. He had to fight the smile off of his face. 

After the show the family met Zilla backstage where he was talking to Shawn and Hunter. Naoi snuck up behind his brother and squeezed his shoulders prompting Zilla to hug him. While they were hugging, Leata, Nadine and Moriah stood back to watch. 

“That's a nice necklace, Moriah.” Nadine said softly

She touched it, smiling. “Thank you. Zilla got it for me.”

“Oh did he? It almost looks like a David Yurman.”

Leata chuckled under her breath, choosing not to say anything. 

“That's because it is, Mama.”

“You just believe anything. Where did I go wrong? I taught you better than that.” She sighed. 

Moriah played with her necklace. “You're so right, Mama. I do believe everything, like I believed you when you said you wouldn't try to ruin this night.”

With that, Moriah left the older women to go jump on her boyfriend to congratulate him. Nadine watched with a scowl on her face. 

“If you were gonna act this way then you should've stayed at the hotel, Nadine.”

“You wouldn't understand but I want the best for my child.”

“Oh really?” Leata asked with a hint of laughter. “I actually do understand wanting the best for my children and because I do, when we leave here I'll drop you off at the hotel so you don't ruin the rest of their night. You need to get yourself together before you have more grandkids that you'll never meet.”

[yuumisagi]

HOME SCREEN AND LOCK SCREEN !

❦ ever wonder what pictures they set as their phone screen?

pick a character ༄ gojo, itadori, megumi, sukuna

content. swearing, slightly suggestive with sukuna's

notes. re-uploading my first work ever. enjoy <3

➤ GOJO SATORU

gojo would straight up take your phone and set his selfies as your lock screen and home screen.

“wait how did you know my passcode?”

“BABE i know i wear a blindfold but i’m not blind”

and you’d realize how many times you’ve unlock your phone in front of him as you forget the fact that he can still see things through the blindfold — not that it’s something to hide from your boyfriend

he’d also be like “anywayss you have the best lock screen and home screen now, i can be second this time”

then he shows his phone with your face as the lock screen, in which i mean a photo of you drooling with your mouth open cuz you were sleeping…

“i thought i told you to delete thattt it’s so ugly nooo”

“but you’re mine, so it’s not ugly and on top of that you only told me to delete it, not clear my deleted photos”

btw, gojo literally has an entire album of your ugly photos — taken by him. yes.

➤ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

after seeing those cute couples on pinterest and tiktok having matching phone wallpaper and stuff, you wanted to do the same with your megumi

you guys are just chilling on the couch reading some books when you ask him to lend his phone

“gumi, can i borrow your phone for a sec?”

and he gives you his phone without questioning

surprisingly, his home screen is already a picture of YOU. it was taken from a distance while you were doing whatever thing you’re doing, but the lighting’s great and it’s really pretty.

“where did you get this? wait, i was wearing this yesterday?”

“hmm? yea i took it”

“WAHT REALLY?! WHY??” you lean towards him with your sparkly eyes as he pushes you back down with his index finger on your forehead

“did you really have to ask that…of course it’s cuz… you.. um.. looked beautiful..”

snjdakjwdljo he turns his head away because HE’S BLUSHING HARD.

he’s just so cute that you freaking jump onto him for a hug, causing both to fall from the couch and you guys end up cuddling on the ground

do remember to set his picture as your phone wallpaper later (unless you already did *wink*)

➤ ITADORI YUJI

yuji would be the one to ask you for your picture first, so he can set it as his home screen

and so he texts you this: “can you send me a picture of you, so i can set you as my home screen because you’re my home <3”

BUT there was a typo — he missed the letter “m” in “home”

“HOME! I MEANT HOME***!” he quickly texts you again

you crack tf out for a whole minute before replying him

“here you go” you send him a cute selfie of yourself as he replies in multiple heart stickers and emojis AND a screenshot of his newly changed home screen of you

“hey send me yours too so i can set you as my lock screen since you’re the only one that can unlock my heart *wink emoji*”

your text was seen but not replied

why

because he friggin sprints to your dorm room TO HUG YOU dahfowja (we all know how fast he runs)

and he kisses all over your face

➤ RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna wouldn’t fukcing use a phone.

i mean- HE’S OVER A THOUSAND YEARS OLD

he probably (VERY LIKELY) does not know how to use technology

BUT, for the sake of this headcanon, let’s say he does have a phone (in some parallel universe)

his lock screen would be you and it would scream MINE

like it would be a picture of his hickeys and love bites on your body while doing.. you know, the devil’s tango, because he’s just THAT possessive

when you ask him to change it into another picture because you’re embarrassed, he’d simply reply you with a big ass NO along with a “why do i have to”

just accept it honey, i know you lowkey like it too

okay here’s a bonus, one time you ask him to change his lock screen, he asks you “why? do you hate the hickeys?” as he marks some more on your neck :D

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𝖘𝖆𝖛�� and 𝖖𝖚���𝖙 ? ⇢ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

© 2021 yuumisagi — all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, steal, translate, or repost my works on any platform.

[shotorozu]

hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn��t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

[daddyissuesadrenalinejunkie]

New Home Chapter 3 (domestic fluff rivetra fic)

{Summary: First time Petra babysits Mikasa („◡‿◡„)

{Notes: I'm uploading the missing chapters to tumblr. I know how some people prefer to read stuff here.

@soaringcadenza @lunar-rainclouds @atthebrinksofstories @neverdonegrowing @himevampirechan

🏡

ao3 / tumblr: chapter 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Levi left his home office and stopped at the open doors to the living room where Petra played with Mikasa on the carpet. He couldn’t ignore the fact that he never saw the little girl smiling and laughing this much. She was showing the ginger her doodles and sitting almost at her lap while Petra complimented her work in awe.

He cleared his throat to catch their attention.

“Are you ready to talk?” he asked the woman who looked a bit confused, before sending him a small smile.

“Yes,” she replied and patted Mikasa on the head. “I need to get going. Thank you for the drawing. I will put it on my fridge.” She promised the girl who seemed to lose some of her joy at the news.

"Mikasa, say goodbye and please go to your room."

The girl was saddened even more and hugged Petra's legs when both of them stood up.

"Bye bye. I will miss you," she said, melting the heart of the other. She caressed her hair before Mikasa walked out of the room.

Levi headed to the dining table and gestured for her to sit in front of him. Petra couldn't help but feel a little thrilled by the way he did that. She scolded herself internally for thirsting over such a stern and grumpy man as she joined him at the table.

"Good news, from my experience it looks like all she needs is patience."

"That is shit advice," he replied, making her frown.

"Hey, I'm trying to help. Some gratitude would be appreciated."

Levi sighed and intertwined his fingers before leaning his chin on them.

"She likes you. How did you do it?"

"The key is attention. It's what kids need the most," she replied simply, tilting her head a bit and smiled when his brow twitched.

"I want to hire you to spend time with her while I can't," he said after a long pause.

Petra sighed and straightened her back.

"There are plenty of babysitters looking for a job. They know what they're doing. I'm not even that experienced…"

"Petra, please. She likes you, I let you into my home, you look clean. Just give it a try and then you can quit if it's that bad," he said in a serious tone.

She looked at him puzzled, wondering if she heard him right. She stopped herself from laughing. He had to read it from her expression because a frustrated look showed on his face and he pulled out his phone.

"I have to be out of town this Friday. Her daycare ends at 2pm. This would be your payment, right when I get home."

Petra leaned in when he showed her the screen. Her eyebrows shot up.

"A-are you sure you didn't make a typo?"

Levi checked his phone and looked at her.

"No. But this job would require more from you than just taking care of her, so that's only fair."

The words got stuck in her mouth for a moment.

"What do you mean?" she asked, feeling the temperature in her body rising.

"I expect the place to be spotless, no matter what you two decide to do. Just make her happy, but don't make me see the mess. Making meals would also be required. Of course, you can take whatever you want from the kitchen. Since we have mutual acquaintances, I assume you wouldn't try to scam or steal from me."

Her expression changed from stunned to surprised and offended at the end.

"Of course I wouldn't steal from you! I'm not the one desperate to get hired anyway," she huffed and then looked back at the phone he was holding. She wasn't that busy during this semester, but she didn't plan on having a side job either. At the same time, such a generous paycheck wouldn't hurt for taking care of such an angel from time to time. After all, he was right while saying she could leave anytime. She didn't remember the last time she could afford a proper vacation, some cash wouldn't hurt. She looked up to his eyes.

"I can help on Friday. As for later, I don't know yet."

She didn't even realize how tense he was until he relaxed at her words.

"Good. She'll be happy to see you."

—

She entered the hallway of the daycare building and headed straight to the counter in front of her.

"Hello! My name is Petra Ral, I am authorized to pick up Mikasa Ackerman today. Her father informed you in advance from what I know."

The woman sitting at the counter fixed her glasses and checked the notes laying beside her laptop.

"Ah yes, Ms Ral. Please follow me."

On their way to the playground in the back of the facility, Petra looked around. The place looked fun and colorful, knowing Mikasa's past, she was happy that Levi could afford it for her.

They got outside and she had to fix the hat on her head to not get blinded by the sun. There weren't many kids there, so she spotted Mikasa right away. She was sitting in the grass with two boys from her group.

The daycare lady called for her and the girl's eyes sparkled at the sight of Petra. She stood up and ran straight to her.

"You really came!"

Petra chuckled and kneeled to look her in the eyes.

"Of course. I promised Levi I'll be there. I always keep my promises," she said and winked, making the girl grin. Mikasa's little company joined her side.

"Waa! Are you Mikasa's mom? You look young!" the brown haired, lively boy said.

"She's not my mom. She's my… um…"

"I'm a friend," Petra said, sending them a smile. "It's time to go home."

Mikasa nodded and turned to the boys.

"Let's play next time too," she said while Petra stood up and grabbed her hand. "Bye bye."

Petra waved to the kids and they made her way back through the building.

"Did you have a good day?"

"We were learning letters and I was in a pair with Armin. He is very good."

"That sounds fun. We can practice a bit, so next time you can show off too."

Mikasa sent her a smile and it warmed Petra’s heart. She really loved kids.

“How about we’re gonna grab a cake from the bakery before heading home?”

—

Petra stretched her arms and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10 PM and Levi still didn’t arrive.

At some point she considered just going home, after all, Mikasa was asleep for two hours already, but the idea of leaving her alone didn’t sit right with her.

Sitting curled up on the couch in the living room under a blanket, she closed her eyes and listened to the TV on low volume. As if summoned by her thoughts, the sound of the front door lock echoed from the hallway. She blinked fast and fixed her bangs while standing up.

She heard him stumbling before he appeared in her sight.

Slightly disheveled, Levi took off his hat and put it on the dresser before looking at her.

“You’re still here, good.”

“I wouldn’t leave Mikasa alone, of course. But I didn’t expect you to come back so late. Did you not get my calls?”

The man grunted something under his breath and turned on the dimmed lights in the room. Only then she noticed the hazy look in his eyes. She couldn’t stop a smile.

“Someone had a good evening,” she noticed. He didn’t respond, but walked to the kitchen with her following him. “Was the work delegation only an excuse for a date?”

He threw her an irritated glance while pouring water into a glass and sat down on the chair at the small table.

“It was work. I got dragged to the bar.”

Petra sat on the other chair, enjoying the view of the man in front of her. It was amusing to see someone so uptight in a drunk state. “You know, as much as I don’t mind, you should have called me.”

“I never stated when I will be back,” he replied and took out the wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket. He took out a pile of banknotes, recounted them, and put them in front of her. While the woman looked at it stunned, he drank the whole glass of water and stood up again.

“That’s way more than we agreed to.”

“Yes, I know,” he said, checking the cleanliness of the kitchen counter with his finger. “Were you cooking here?”

“Levi, I can’t take this,” she said, frustrated and looked at him.

“You can. You stayed longer.”

He turned his head when the ginger came up to him.

“It’s fine, I’m fine with apologies.”

He frowned, clearly tired and looked in her eyes. Beautiful shades of amber in them made him never want to look away.

“I’m not sorry.”

Petra pouted, making his eyes slide to her lips.

“Then I will hold a grudge, but I’m not taking that extra money.”

“Why are you so dedicated to making it difficult?”

“Because you’re drunk and that would be taking advantage,” she said, folding her arms. There was a small shift in the way he glanced at her, but it disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. The strand of hair that fell from behind her ear caught his attention. He reached out his hand to touch it, without much thought put into it.

“Your loss then,” he said, swirling her hair around his finger.

A blush appeared on her face and she moved back, fixing her grown out bangs. She sighed, brushing it off on his state.

“Mikasa is bathed and in bed. She was behaving well. I’ve read her some kid stories from my phone. You should buy kid books for her, especially since she started to learn letters. I know some good recommendations, so I will text you tomorrow,” she said, scratching the back of her neck and turning to count the amount they agreed on.

Levi watched her back and couldn’t help but look down at her legs. For someone as short as him, they did appear long. He frowned and looked away, bashing himself mentally for being a creep.

Petra turned around and their eyes met again.

“If you want to know more about my day with Mika, we can speak tomorrow. You should probably get to bed,” she said with her trademark smile.

A smile that got his heart fluttering for no damn reason.

[sinfulwrites]

For the fanfic ask game: 2, 17, 19, 23, 32, 39 (if it's too many questions, just pick some of them 😊)

Hi Doots, thank you for sending in some asks!

2: How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

I want to say I'm a 50/50 split, but that's just not the truth. I do both, but I sometimes don't have any time for reading in between work and writing anymore. I try to read as much as I can though.

17: How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you've just posted and wait for feedback?

So, I actively try to avoid every new upload for a while. Sometimes the lack of response in the first day or two of a post can be very disheartening, so I avoid my works after I post them for a couple days for my own sanity.

19: Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it's someone else's problem now.)?

Oh I make tweaks all the time after I post stuff. I can't stand looking at it, it bugs me, so I gotta fix it. Even if people don't care about a typo, I know it's there and it's gonna bug me until I fix it. (Yet I somehow keep making typos and errors in every single post, you'd think I'd learn my lesson at some point.)

23: What' your absolute favorite trope to write?

I really really really love writing soft domestic stuff. Just everyday stuff. Like having normal everyday conversations with characters, listening to music with some characters, imaging how they are with simple things like, for an example, how a slasher would deal with a bed hog S/O. Simple stuff like this. (And then of course, right after that is porn lol)

32: Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you've ever written. What fics do they come from?

Ooh, this is a good one.

“Film it…” You panted up at him. “Film it.. I want you to fill my pussy on camera, Vincent." from this wonderful fic

“I love you, and you deserve it, Thomas.” from this lovely fluff, just because I've always wanted to tell him that.

"Where did he learn to drive? God only knows." From my beloved Michael road head fic.

39: What's something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I pride myself on writing as accurately to the character as I can. Yeah, I definitely add a lot of extra stuff that probably doesn't fit, but I do my best to add every quirk I see, I make note of any behavioral patterns I may see in the characters, I remember little things they may have done, even if it's only once. I want the character to feel like the actual character, not like I just made a new character and just slapped their name on it.

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Workout

note: alright, I just had to get the excitement about the #letsgetafterfit video out of my system. This is nothing but filth, I am so sorry

words: 1.3 k

warnings: rough smut, brief mentions of spanking, choking, slight exhibitionism

sorry for typos, enjoy

“That’s the right angle, perfect.” Chris said, adjusting the phone in your hands.

“Now just keep it like that and try to avoid moving to much or you’ll mess up the video.”

Your boyfriend had asked you to record him doing a workout tutorial in the back yard and as a supportive girlfriend, you had agreed. It was purely selfish, of course. You loved seeing Chris working out, seeing his physical strength reminded you of how easily he could manhandle you, something that turned you on to no ends.

“Chris, I know how to film something with a phone, I’m not stupid.” you replied, sticking out your tongue at him. “Now start your little workout session before it’s getting dark.”

“Don’t be cheeky, baby.”

+++

Saying you had difficulties holding still was an understatement.

“So, this is one is called the GOT” Chris explained, going down into a squatting position. His attention was on the camera, yours on the way the muscles of his legs tensed up with each movement.

Fuck, he looked so hot. He wore a shirt that stretched tightly over his pecs and arms, and if he moved in a certain way, you could swear that you saw the outline of his cock trough his loose sweat pants.

Chris’ deep groan as he did a particular straining exercise made a flash of heat shoot between your legs and you had to hold yourself back from jumping him right there.

Every passing minute made it more difficult for you to focus on your task of recording the whole workout. Soon, your single remaining thought was how to get Chris to rail you as quickly as possible. Seeing him all sweaty, his voice breathy and strained from exertion made you think of all the ways he could ruin you. You clenched your thighs together in an effort to get some friction on your aching pussy.

Chris raised his hand to signal you to stop recording.

"Why are you fidgeting like that, babe?” he asked, sounding a tad annoyed. “I want to upload this and the quality will be horrible if you don’t stop.” He looked at you with a frown. But when he saw the way you were biting your lip, basically undressing him with your eyes, realization flashed over his face.

“Behave.” he said in a low voice. “Be a good girl now and I will make it worth your while later.”

“Ok, fine.” You muttered in response, pouting a bit. Secretly, you enjoyed how he was calling you out in that authorative tone. Maybe you should try pushing him a little bit more, just to see what would happen.

Pausing the recording again, you looked at Chris, who immediately stopped the exercise he was doing.

“What’s up now, why did you pause?”

“Nothing, I’m just thinking about how bad I want you to fuck me.” You said bluntly, your voice filled with feigned innocence.

Chris eyes darkened and he took a step in your direction.

“Careful, baby.” He growled. “Didn’t I tell you to behave and wait? Loose that attitude, I don’t want to repeat myself.”

“You’re so right, we really need to continue filming now, I hope this” you pointed to the prominent bulge beginning to form in his sweat pants with a smug grin “is not bothering you too much while you get after fit or whatever.”

Hearing that was what made Chris snap. He threw the huge weight he had been working with on the ground and was onto you in two large strides. He took your face into his huge hand, his grasp on your jaw almost painfully tight. Your phone just fell to the ground as your body went limp under his touch.

“What do you wanna achieve, huh?” he snarled “You wanted to rile me up by acting like a little brat? Well, congrats, you did it, baby.”

Without warning , he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder as if you weighted nothing.

You tried to wiggle out of his iron-like grip, but not a chance. He just gave a sharp smack to your ass, and your squeal rang through the whole garden.

Chris carried you all the way to one of the huge deck chairs on the and unceremoniously dropped you onto it. His strong hands gripped the hem of your short yoga pants and just pulled them down your legs before you could even try to stop him.

“Chris.” You cried out, trying to clench your legs together. “What are you doing?”

But Chris was not having it, he grabbed your thighs and spread them, exposing your naked core to the chilly outdoor air.

“Isn’t that what you wanted the whole time?” he said with a cruel grin playing on his face, pressing his fingers to your naked core. “You didn’t even wear panties, baby, and your already dripping for me.”

A blush, part mortification, part arousal, crept over your face and you let out a needy whimper at the feeling of Chris’ fingers parting your wet folds, sliding into you with ease.

“That’s what you wanted, my fingers in your pussy, Y/N?” he asked smugly, crooking his digits inside you so you could only reply with a gasp.

“I’d like your dick better.” You moaned and gave the bulge inside Chris sweatpants a hard squeeze.

Chris swore under his breath, retreating his fingers to pull down his pants and underwear. His cock was heavy and hard, and you reached out, wanting to wrap your hand around it.

“Oh no, hands and knees.” Chris said sharply, delivering another smack to your naked ass. You quickly complied, and a second later, his hands grabbed your hips and the tip of his hard cock nudged at your entrance before he filled you with one hard thrust. He wasted no time and started slamming into you relentlessly, making you cry out.

“You fucking asked for this, baby.” He grunted, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Chris, slow down please. I can’t stay quiet, the neighbors might hear us.” You whined, your voice breaking every time Chris hit that perfect spot inside you.

“You should’ve thought about that before you acted like a fucking brat. You want attention and now you got it.” Chris growled, and reached out to wrap his huge hand around your throat. “Maybe this will help you to tone it down.”

The feeling of his grasp on your neck, combined with his hard thrusts, made your arousal skyrocket and your stained cries came out louder and louder. All worries about being heard were erased from your brain, the only thought left was Chris fucking you.

“Come on, Y/N.” Chris snarled. “Come on my cock like a good girl.” He deepened his strokes even more, slamming into you so hard you almost toppled off the deck chair.

His deep voice saying your name was everything you needed to reach your peak. Your orgasm was so powerful that your legs started shaking and you were thrashing against the forceful grasp Chris had on your hips.

“Shit, baby, you’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” Chris hissed through clenched teeth, and with one last deep thrust, he spilled his load inside of you.

As soon as Chris’ grip on you loosened, you almost fell forward, your limbs were giving out under you in the aftermath of your climax. But his strong arms wrapped around your mid and pulled you back against his chest.

“You’re happy now?” he murmured, kissing your neck affectionately. You nuzzled against him, totally satisfied.

“I am, but I’m also cold.” You chuckled. “Can we do the rest of the video inside?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

[mercieshana]

What’s up, doc?

Teaser: Visiting your gynecologist suddenly turns sexual?!

Characters: You x Jungkook 

Warning: Doctor Jeon!!!! This contains just a bit of daddy kink, some fingering + oral and lots of imagination. This here is all about (Y/N)’s pleasure.

Word count: ~1.8k 

Note: If you want a pt.2 just let me know. My request box is open for a bunch of requests (Corona has given me time)!! It’s boutta be 4am, but i just whipped this up real quick, so excuse my typos! It has been a while since i last uploaded and i apologize! I am in desperate need of inspiration so hmu if you have a story idea!! Much love, enjoy and stay safe!! 

Read pt.2 here

Visits to the gynecologist were usually very unpleasant. I mean how would you feel having to sit on this weird and humiliating chair and spread your legs embarrassingly far apart to have your genitals inspected? Yeah, not great! Just the thought of having to visit the gynecologist always had you feeling uneasy and self-conscious. This time the visit was different though, as there was a young and attractive doctor that greeted you at the door, as you walked in to your appointment.

“Umm, is Mr. Kim not here?” you asked, looking around the white, sanitary doctor’s office for your usual doctor.

“Hi, you must be (Y/N)! Mr. Kim had something urgent to attend to, so he is not here at the moment. I’m filling in for him,” he explained, nervously running his large hand through his dark, shiny, and healthy-looking locks.

“O-oh, okay,” you replied nervously with your heart pounding in your chest.

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Jeon Jungkook! Feel free to just call me Jungkook,” he shot you a smile, showing off his pearly white teeth, as he extended his right hand.

“N-nice to meet you Jungkook,” you shook his hand and realized how tiny your palm was compared to his.

“Let’s sit down in the office for a moment, so I can get to know you a bit before the checkup. I wouldn’t want you to be too uncomfortable,” the corner of his mouth turned up as he opened the door, so you could enter the office before him. The office was quite spacious and neat. White and grey were the two most dominant colors and there was a white door that lead to the inspection room which you had already been familiar with. He kindly pulled out the chair for you, allowing you to sit down with ease, while taking his own seat behind the desk.

“Alright, (Y/N)...Ah, it’s okay if I call you that isn’t it?” he asked, making sure it was alright for him to call you by your first name, even if it was already a little late for that.

“Yeah, sure,” you smiled cordially, but also nervously.

“So how’s everything?” he questioned, clicking around the computer screen with his mouse.

“Everything has been fine. I’m just here for a routine checkup,” you stated, your hands resting between your thighs. Somehow it was really hot down there and Jungkook in his sexy white coat wasn’t helping.

“Alright,” you saw his head appear from behind the monitor, “So I’m guessing you have a boyfriend. Are you on birth control?”

You chuckled. Was this his way of seeing if you had a boyfriend or was it just that he was trying to make you more comfortable before checking out your body? Well, whatever it was you found it amusing.

“Yes to the birth control,” you laughed, “and no to the boyfriend. That position is still vacant. Why? Are you interested?”

Your witty comeback surprised not only him, but also you, because your checks turned a rosy red after those few words slipped past your lips.

“Maybe,” his low voice rumbled through the room. You could feel your heart beat in your throat. His reply was so unexpected and it had you biting down on your bottom lip.

“So, (Y/N), I am assuming you are familiar with how the checkups work? I see here that you are still rather young and I just want to make sure,” he said with care.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you paused, making sure to look into his eyes, igniting some kind of fire between the two of you, “I do.”

“Okay then,” he smirked, “If you would be so kind as to follow me to the inspection room then.”

He got up and made his way towards the white door. He was tall and muscular and you could also tell he was quite cocky and full of himself, but that sort of turned you on. Jungkook watched you anxiously get up and walk into the other room, your sudden burst of courage completely disappearing as he closed the door behind you.

“(Y/N), please undress right over there and then come sit on the chair,” he pointed the corner that had a curtain hiding it, before sitting down in his chair at the other end of the room.

You entered the space and closed the curtain behind you with your heart beating like crazy. Would he notice that you were wet and he was turning you on?! Of course he would! How were you going to explain this?! Hey doc, you’re so hot I wanna sit on your face?! Fuck, (Y/N)! Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Suddenly, the red curtain opened and there he was, standing there in all his glory with a concerned look on his face.

“Are you alright? You must not have heard me calling you,” he explained as you gave him an anxious vibe.

You were tightly holding on to your dress that you had worn as it was more comfortable and simpler to get in and out of when you were visiting the gynecologist.

“(Y/N)?” he extended his strong right hand to touch your cheek, probably to make sure you weren’t feeling hot or having a fever of any sort and a slight squirm escaped your mouth. Jungkook froze for a moment and you nearly died of embarrassment! Your body temperature made you feel like you were on fire. You had never been this horny, but also scared and excited at the same time. The sound you made was still echoing in Jungkook’s mind, his hand now slipping down to your neck and then down your right arm.

“You need help undressing, don’t you, babygirl?” his sudden change of voice and character startled you, yet it excited you further.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirked while unzipping the back of your dress. His touch felt electric and gave you goosebumps.

“I’m your doctor. I’m here to check you out and make sure you’re feeling okay,” he let your dress fall to the ground and your heart was beating so hard that you thought he might be able to see it in your chest. You watched his amused face as he was admiring your body that was still partially hidden by a matching bra and panty set, but that was perfect as Jungkook enjoyed unwrapping his presents.

“Come on now, (Y/N). I have to feel your breasts to make sure that there aren’t any lumps of any kind, so be a good girl and take the bra off for daddy,” he stated dominantly and the wetness in your panty’s seemed like it had to be drenching the fabric or leaking down your legs at least. You hesitated for a moment, but ended up doing what he said. For some strange reason, you wanted him to see your boobs and you wanted to feel and experience his touch. A hungry gaze covered his face the moment you rid yourself of your bra and let it fall to the ground to meet your dress. Jungkook’s hands instinctively darted out to caress the soft skin of your breasts, drawing circles around your pink nipples with his long fingers, earning a tiny moan from you. Before you knew it his mouth engulfed your left, erect nipple, so - in his words - he could “feel for the lumps a little better” and by this time you were holding on to him for support. This doctor sure knew how to make you feel good. Your core felt like it was on fire and you pushed your legs together for some kind - any kind - of friction. It seemed like Jungkook took notice, because a moment later you were resting on the inspection chair, your legs spread embarrassingly wide apart with Jungkook’s face hovering above your core, as he toyed with your sexy panty’s. He sniffed them erotically, making you even hotter, before discarding them on the floor.

“Now, let me make sure everything is okay down there,” he announced, turning his attention back to you, and not even a second later you felt his long digit enter your tight, wet core.

“Hmmm, it’s so tight,” he bit his lip as he stared into your eyes, sending shivers of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Let me make sure everything is in order right here,” he curled his finger up and carefully massaged your g-spot, causing your fingers to dig into the material of the inspection chair, as well as forcing you to throw your head back in enjoyment with a loud moan.

“That’s the spot, huh?” he smiled deviously, as he kept massaging it to gain more and more reactions from you.

“Let me make sure it all tastes fine too,” and before you could even protest you felt his tongue licking at and circling your clit.

“Oh, Jungkook!” you whined, as he pushed another one of his digits inside of you with his tongue still going to town on your clit.

“No, call me daddy,” he growled just like a hungry beast, pushing yet a third finger into your sweet walls.

“Ah, daddy, fuck!” you whined, bucking your hips with the desire for more. Jungkook, as if he could read your mind, got up from his chair and latched his lips around your nipple, with his thumb now substituting his tongue that was on your sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers were still moving inside you. You almost couldn’t take it. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and when Jungkook started to attack your neck and leave behind his marks in the form of tiny red bruises while muttering the dirty things he wanted to do to you in your ear, you lost it.

“Ah~!” with a loud moan you were sent over the edge, your tight pussy convulsing around Jungkook’s fingers. Beads of sweat had formed on both of your bodies and for a moment both of you were just focused on regaining your breath. After the two of you had calmed down a bit and Jungkook had removed his fingers from between your legs you noticed the angry erection that was straining against his tight, black pants. Immediately, a smile was plastered on your face and you got up from the chair to put your clothes back on. As you were sexily and seductively slipping your underwear back on, you asked Jungkook in a bent over position: “Hey doc, do you think I’m okay or is something wrong with me?”

“Hmmm, it still seems to be awfully wet down there,” his manly voice echoed through the room, “I think you need a more thorough inspection... at my house.” 

Read pt.2 here

[nanowrimo]

A Step-by-Step Guide to Self-Publishing a Middle Grade Adventure Book

It can be so exciting to share your story with the world! While everyone’s writing journey is different and there’s no right way to seek publication, here’s a guide from middle grade author RJ Vantalos detailing the steps they took to get their novel published:

Back in November 2018, my writing partner (my fiance’s 11-year-old daughter!) and I wanted to craft a middle-grade fiction book during NaNoWriMo. We decided to write about a family that has magical powers that they use to save a romp of Sea Otters in Monterey Bay. 

That NaNoWriMo journey created the first draft of the book we just self-published called The Magical Mystical Mirror under our pen name RJ Vantalos. Why a pen name?

As artists, we want to focus on our art and write some great stories together. RJ Vantalos gives us the space to collaborate as co-authors in this adventure series under a single banner, without blurring the lines with other aspects of our respective lives. Besides, RJ Vantalos is just an awesome pen name and was begging to be put to use.

We wanted to share how we did it so that if you might have a book you want to self-publish, you’ll at least have one experience to guide you.

Know Your Genre and What Readers Expect

At the time, we wanted to write a middle-grade story that had some roots in our lives. Since we take trips to Monterey Bay often (at least before COVID), we decided to make that the setting of our story.

Since one of us is a middle-schooler who loves both Scooby-Doo and Nancy Drew, it was decided that she would guide what a middle-grade reader might want to read about. This was invaluable and allowed us to fill in a lot of the story as we took our trips to Monterey Bay Aquarium, Mission Carmel, and Cannery Row.

We also knew that we wanted to have some magic, mystery, and a “crime” to solve. That led us down the path of Fantasy/Adventure that’s a cross between Scooby-Doo and Harry Potter.

What this also did was make us realize that we needed to have illustrations for the book. The middle-grade chapter books we are fond of, such as Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, to name a few, all had illustrations. 

So the first step in our process (after we finished our Draft 0 during NaNoWriMo in 2019) was to find an illustrator. You can skip that if you don’t need them. 

Step 1: Find an Illustrator

We needed to have illustrations for the cover and beginning of each chapter. That was an essential part of what a middle-grade chapter book must provide for the reader. We worked with a local San Francisco artist named Julia Geller who writes books as well.

We had to make sure that our draft was not going to change too much since the illustrations will be based on what’s in each chapter. That’s why we needed to make sure it all made sense. This brings us to step 2.

Step 2: Have Friends and Family Read It

Thankfully, we have a wide variety of friends and family in our target reader group, so they served as our “beta readers.” This is an essential part of creating a story that works for your readers. As we had them read the close to final drafts, we got a lot of great advice on how to refine the story. This refining process is a good way to know when you’re ready to hire an editor.

Step 3: Hire an Editor

Hiring an editor is a great way to ensure that your final book makes sense and does not have typos. Since we already had the structure of the book nailed down, we only needed to hire a line editor as opposed to a structural editor.

For what, we used Kerrie McLoughlin, who not only is a great copy editor but also has kids in our age demographic. Win and double win! 

Step 3b: Rounds of Editing

Editing a book is such an art and it’s also something that feels like it’s never done. After we got the edits from Kerrie, we went through them to make sure they worked from our perspective. Even after that, we got others to look at it just to make sure.

If you don’t have someone awesome like Kerrie, there is a marketplace for editors on Reedsy.

Step 4: Create a Cover

Julia also did the cover illustrations for the book but not the cover. For that, we used 100covers. At first, you might be tempted to try and do a cover or use an automatic cover generator from one of the self-publishing tools (more on that later). We’d recommend against that. 

One thing we found is that automatically generated covers tend to be a little off and that makes the paperback look a little weird. For eBooks, that’s not as true. We’d say experiment with it and see how it looks. The beauty of self-publishing is that you control the process and can iterate over and over again. Which we did.

One upside with having 100covers do your cover is that we got a lot of marketing images to use as well since we picked that package.

Step 5: Format the Inside of the Book

Since we have images in our book, we hired Formatted Books to do both the paperback and the eBook. This worked out extremely well. At first, we tried to use the Reedsy formatting tool to create the print version. This did an okay job.

The problem was with the images and how we wanted them to look. We wanted the images to be above the first page of the chapter. The Reedsy tool did this but not on all of the chapters.

If you have a book that is not image-heavy (or no images at all), then you could save a bit of money on formatting. Again, play around with it and see how it turns out.

Step 6: Setup the Book on Blurb

We used Blurb.com as our “publisher” for the print version. It’s an easy site to use and also allows independent bookstores to order books as well. This was an important part of our promotion plan. We LOVE independent book stores and want all our friends and family to be able to buy them there.

Of course, with Blurb, they can also buy it on Amazon and Barnes and Noble if they so choose.

NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program participants also get a special Blurb discount by using the code YWP30

Step 6b: Setup the eBook on Kobo

Blurb.com does offer eBook distribution but you have to create an eBook from your print book pdf. This did not work out for us.

The formatting of The Magical Mystical Mirror turned out awful when we ran it through Blurb’s converter. It also gave us an error that we could not use the font that was in the print version. That was the main reason the formatting went wrong. When the tool tried to swap the fonts, everything went sideways. That’s why we went with Kobo.

Kobo.com allowed us to upload the eBook we got as part of the package from Formatted Books. This worked out awesome.

Kobo is easy to use and is a great way to sell the eBook (and audio if we had one) all over the world. We first heard of Kobo from Joanna Penn, whose podcast and books on self-publishing we relied on for help and guidance. She’s even done NaNoWriMo several times!

Step 7: Review Print & eBook

We did several rounds of galley copies of the print book to double and triple-check it. A galley copy is what publishers call the first book(s) “off the press” that is used for final checks.

We did find a couple of typos and mistakes in the galley copies that we had to feedback to Formatted Books. It’s hard to find every typo or misspelled word when looking at an electronic copy. We’d highly recommend getting a couple of galley copies to look at before officially hitting publish.

Step 8: Hit Publish!

On both Blurb and Kobo, you can keep your book in “draft” while you’re reviewing all the versions. You’ll also have to set pricing for all of your versions and if you’re selling to bookstores, the discounted price. Both tools have good guidance on this and we would recommend looks at “comps” in your genre. “Comps” are books that are similar to yours.

Congratulations! You just self-published your book. Have a party to celebrate while you think about how to promote your book.

The Promotion Plan

We love independent books stores and a big concern of ours was whether or not they could carry our book. Thankfully, if you use Blurb, they can.

Our promotion plan is centered around local independent bookstores and creating demand for the book via friends and family. Of course, writing a blog post on NaNoWriMo does not hurt either!

Research All Your Local Bookstores

We used bookweb.org to find our local books stores. This only works for U.S. based bookstores. They have a great search feature that gives you a URL for the search results. This URL is what we’re going to email to all our friends and family along with instructions on what to tell them.

We know this is a bit “old school” but it’s important to us that we try and promote our local independent bookstores to help our local economy. We’re not sure how successful it will be yet but it’s worth a try.

Thanks for Reading This Far

If you made it this far, thanks for reading our journey to self-publishing The Magical Mystical Mirror. It was a lot of work but also a lot of fun. There is something magical about seeing and feeling a book you worked on. For us, it’s a matter of pride and a job well done that we had an idea and it’s now a reality.

If you’d like to read The Magical Mystical Mirror, why not try and pick it up at your local independent bookstore. The ISBN number is 978-1034384199. Tell them RJ sent you! If you’d like the eBook version, then try Kobo.

RJ Vantalos is the pen name of the collaboration between an entrepreneur and his fiance's middle-schooler daughter who one day said "why don't you write books for kids?" So we did! RJ wants all young writers, their friends, and their adults to create more together. It's through creation that we can all learn more about each other and thrive. RJ lives in San Francisco, CA.

[oumaheroes]

B, H, and I please!

B. Beta Reader - Do you use a beta reader? What's your editing process like?

Hahahaha... we write and die as lonely folk, kids. There is no second pair of eyes here, only my old, tried and impatient ones. My editing process is to write something, reread it as I go, and then force myself to do a final reread before my impatience to post online gets the better of me.

I then read it again on my phone where I often find more mistakes or typos because the structure and format is slightly different from that of my PC screen, so things jump out at me that didn't before. At this point, I can also read it clearer (??) so maybe I'll get inspiration to reword a sentance or add a chunk that feels better, all of a sudden. This means that things often get changed about after it's been uploaded, which on AO3 is easy but on FFnet it's a faff and on Tumblr I've got to be quick before someone reblogs it (if it's lucky enough to get a reblog, of course).

This is a very bad habit of mine because I often feel like the improved version doesn't get seen but try as I might to reread again and again before posting, I know I'll still find things I want to change afterwards, no matter what.

H. Happy- Do you write happy endings? Any particular reason why?

I don't think I've written enough long stories to be able to say! I think overall I have done bittersweet happy endings though, something that reflects the growth of the characters throughout the story- you can't have everything, after all.

I like to leave things on a hopeful note, or as mostly happy, I'd say.

I. Image - What kind of image do you think you hold in the eyes of your readers? How do you think they perceive you?

This is a wonderful question, I've been told recently that my different accounts have very different vibes ;) So much so that I hope people know that rainbowfruitpastilles is also me, rather than somebody else. I've had the fleeting urge to change either the name of this account or the pfp of the other but I'm very attached to the accounts as they are so I'll remain cloaked in mystery.

I hadn't really thought about how other people in the fandom, or readers in particular, see me before but hopefully the image of me is a positive one and that people consider me approachable or friendly. It's always weird to think about how I'm perceived just by the work I put out because I'm obviously more than that, but that's why I love Tumblr so much- I can just exist in this space as a passion and hobby and talk to people who enjoy the same things.

I'm really curious about this though so feel free to let me know how I come across to you!

Thanks for the ask <3

[bjy-on-ao3]

Could you please write a fic about Adachi putting reader’s needs first on her birthday? Maybe with Adachi going down on her and trying to please her (still with all the dirty talk and degradation, though. I mean, this is still Adachi). And maybe some liiight fluff where reader teases him for turning soft. Please and thank you!!

This doesn't really suit the degradation aspect as it didn't fit real well as I was writing but I hope this is still good enough on it's own, Anon! Since this is birthday-related, I decided to break my upload schedule and upload it on my own birthday today! Thank you to Petaldances for beta'ing and catching as many errors/typos as possible! (As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Summary It’s Reader’s birthday and Adachi forgot to get a present, so he improvises in a way sure to gain him some brownie points.

Tags/Warnings Cunnilingus, Established Relationship, Oral S*x, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering

Brownie Points (F! Reader/Torhu Adachi)

When you had initially invited Adachi to your apartment that evening, you hadn’t meant to pester or nag him with questions. There were certainly things you expected whenever he came to visit, of course, but what you were hoping for that day was something a little different. Still, you had intended on keeping the questioning to yourself, only for it to slip out in a rush in a moment of comfortable silence shortly after he had arrived.

“You didn’t forget what today is, right?” You asked hopefully, sitting beside the man on the floor of your apartment living room.

In truth, you wouldn’t have been shocked if he had forgotten, even as much as part of you secretly hoped he remembered, as petty or self-centered as it might have seemed. Adachi didn’t miss a beat though before answering.

“Me, forget? That hurts, of course I remembered!” Adachi protested, his voice dipping into mock offense. “And I’ve even got something special for you,” he added smugly.

He would never admit it, but the date had crept up on him, between being constantly busy with work and all the rest of the tedious day-to-day junk. It had eluded his memory long enough that he had forgotten to buy you anything. Not that he felt he needed or wanted to, of course, at least not from a sense of generosity or affection. He only wanted to get you a birthday present for the brownie points, or at least that was the story he told himself.

You paused, your brow furrowing skeptically, knowing Adachi’s definitions of ‘special’. “Adachi,” you began, pausing for a moment, “when you say ‘special’, you’re not talking about your dick, right?”

He shook his head with a disappointed sigh, reaching up and grabbing your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “As much as I know you’d enjoy that, no, I’ve got something else for you,” Adachi insisted, though you weren’t fully convinced.

“Ah, alright, what is it then?” You asked curiously, feeling your skin heat under his fingers. It was frustrating sometimes how easily even slight touches flustered you.

In a smooth motion, Adachi let go of your jaw, pushing you down onto the floor until you lay flat on your back, following you down and bracing himself above you. He loomed over you momentarily on his hands and knees, his body caging you in from every angle. Despite what Adachi had promised, you expected him to lower his body, press it flush against you and claim your lips in an aggressive, hungry kiss as he often did. To your surprise, he did none of that, leaving you bewildered when he moved down and scooted back, running his fingertips lightly along your clothes.

He paused upon reaching your thighs, kneading the sensitive skin through your pants for a time, almost contemplatively. Your attention was fixed on him, and you could hardly miss the telltale hunger already roiling in his steely eyes. Though there was something distinctly cocky painting his expression, too, as if he was already so smug just thinking about what he had in store for you. It made your curiosity burn ever higher, and you didn’t dare to stop him, wanting to see what he had in mind.

Despite being transfixed on him, you jumped when Adachi’s grip tightened a little and he moved to tug your pants down, pulling your underwear along with them. Your brow sunk again, washing some of the curiosity from your face. “Adachi, I thought I said-” you started, confused, moving to sit up, thinking he was back to his old games despite promising his dick wasn’t his present to you.

You were cut off, though, collapsing back against the floor, when Adachi, ignoring your words, lifted both of your legs beneath your knees and hauled them up. More and more, forcing you to shift across the floor, too, until your ankles lolled over his shoulders and your ass left the ground. You swallowed thickly, noticing how close your now bare cunt waited near Adachi’s face. A rush of wet heat pooled swiftly in your center, more rising to your neck and cheeks, as well.

His tongue slipped out briefly, wetting his lips in a way that magnified the hunger already present on his face. It made you squirm, wanting to press your thighs together and quiet the growing heat between them, but there was no way you could. Adachi chuckled, a sound low and sultry, so unlike the cheery laugh you were used to hearing. A sound of pure craving and self-satisfaction.

“Getting so excited already, sweetheart?” He purred mockingly sweetly. Flustered again, you turned your head away, refusing to meet his smug, stormy eyes. “If you’re so worked up already,” Adachi began as he lifted a hand, skating the tips of two fingers teasingly along your damp lips, “I can’t wait to see you once I really get started.”

You gulped again, this time moistening your own lips in anticipation, finding them suddenly so dry. You weren’t sure whether Adachi was screwing with you. Whether he was only seeing how riled up he could get you before abandoning the rouse and fucking you raw right there on the floor until you were too exhausted to care if he had decided that was an acceptable present. He had never been much of a giver in your relationship, and his needs were always at the forefront of his mind. Sure, there were many mind-numbing experiences to be had in the past, but those almost always benefitted Adachi’s pleasure, too.

Your train of thought on how unlike Adachi it would have been to focus on giving pleasure without taking his own at the same time was cut short when he bent his head, spreading your lips with the vee of two fingers. Your breath stalled, and for a second it felt as if you had forgotten how, before you remembered, though in a way that was shaky and excited. Your mouth, too, was dry, as if the hot slickness between your thighs was sapping moisture from everywhere else.

When his lips touched your cunt and his tongue flickered out, dancing fleetingly over your clit, your hips jolted up instinctively. You groaned, all the tension built up in your chest coming out in one breath. His tongue snaked out again, wriggling against your clit again and wringing a whimpered ah from your lips. Your fingers dug into the floor beside you, needing to hold on to something as his tongue stroked you more deftly.

He set a pace that was teasing almost, slow and lazy, his tongue slipping over your clit in a flat stroke, before drawing loose circles around it. With each languid motion, you squirmed and tried to resist clamping your legs around Adachi’s head. Some strokes were so spot on, they were nearly too much, making you whimper pitifully, the noises breaking with a gasp. Adachi broke his steady pace, shifting from simple licks or twirls of his tongue to sucking intently, and your breath caught again in your chest. With a sharp inhale, you rolled your hips needily, or at least as best you could, given your position.

He pulled back for a moment, watching you through half-lidded eyes swimming with a desire you had seen so many times. It was a wonder how he restrained himself when it was so plain he wanted badly to bury himself in the sodden cunt he was eye level with. Again he shattered any coherent thoughts, leaning back into you and licking a hot, slow stripe up your slit and back up to your clit. His name tore from your lips in a ragged, shaky breath, and you scrabbled uselessly at the floor once more.

You weren’t sure if Adachi was intentionally forcing you to linger so near the precipice of released or it was but a cruel accident. He continued, alternating between short and long strokes of his tongue, more swirling and sucking and small, firm flicks. Some motions wound you up more than others, and you whined and tried to rock your yourself to meet him to show how much they got to you, only to have him change pace and leave you whimpering desperately in protest. Now and then you heard, as well as felt, the soft, low rumble of laugher against your cunt, a sensation that was hot and ticklish.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t you want to cum? I can’t give you your present if you won’t let me,” Adachi teased, and you flushed hotter.

At the same time the derisive tone was embarrassing, it also added fuel to the mounting pressure and heat in your belly, and the tension in your thighs. “I do, Adachi, please, I do,” you begged with a groaned, thrusting your cunt more firmly against his mouth, as if to prove your words.

“Mm, let’s hear it then,” he insisted, turning his tormenting attention back to your pussy.

For the third time, his lips fell to meet your folds, repeating the same motions from before, but more vigorous, merciless, until you could barely contain yourself from thrashing about in your awkward position. The growing spring in your gut felt too hot, too tight, and it was almost agony. Just when the coil was beginning to come undone, promising sweet release, Adachi’s tongue slowed, and you cast a frantic, hazy look toward him, accompanying the glance with a pathetic whine.

“Adachi…” His name was drawn from your lips in a beseeching groan, long for the satisfaction he dangled so close within your reach. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t… if you stop like that,” you ground out, another small breathy gasp interrupting you when Adachi traced a finger along the outline of your cunt.

Despite having not yet reached your peak, you already felt so sensitive, and his fingers toying with you only wound you up more. The heat and desire grew worse, the throb and clench of your cunt around nothing became more difficult to ignore.

When he laughed again, there was a hint of the familiar sheepishness you heard often. “Guess I just can’t help myself. It’s your fault for being too fun to play with,” Adachi confessed, as if you were some favorite toy, while slipping his wandering finger deeper past your lips.

The digit sunk into your opening slowly, though it met no resistance from how slick you were, both with arousal and his saliva. You bit on your lip, muffling the airy gasp from the intrusion, your walls flexing around his finger. He inserted a second, just as slowly, and your body answered him again, your hips bucking upwards once more.

Amidst vision foggy with heat and pleasure, as fleeting and teasing as he ensured it was, you could still easily make out the smugness painted on his face. From the narrowed set of his gray eyes, to the predatory, proud grin twisting his lips and showing off a feral flash of teeth, it all made you shudder. It was startling, and even more arousing, to find Adachi seemed to enjoy himself so much, even when he wasn’t the one being tended to. Maybe the man liked the power of watching you squirm and melt under his whims just as much as he enjoyed fucking you senseless or covering your skin with his cum.

It was only once the pair of his fingers were hilted in your heat that Adachi lowered his head to your quivering lips again, ever more wet as he pushed you further and further, physically and mentally. When his tongue rolled over your clit again, he pumped his fingers in and out; the digits following the rhythmic flick and roll of the wet appendage. When he moved back to sucking - in a way with much more vigor that had your body quaking - his fingers curled upward, as if beckoning toward him though hidden by your yearning cunt.

Between gasps and even more unbridled moans, your breath was beginning to come short and sharp in your chest, a ragged rattle heralding how tight agonizingly tight your body was being wound, the promise of bliss waiting just beyond. “Adachi, I-fuck, that’s it, there, right there, I...I-” your words faded into incomprehensible gibberish, words half made out as his name or breathless swearts, as if the burgeoning pleasure had stolen away full control of your tongue.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let it all out,” Adachi’s were a cheeky, honeyed purr, dripping with knowing satisfaction as he rubbed his fingers more hurriedly against the sweet spot on your insides that made you nearly scream. But his words were short, to the point, and then he was back to mouthing hungrily at your cunt again, obscenely wet-sounding and noisy.

As if his permission had been the last thing you needed to come undone, the tension burst, a flow of liquid heat and relief spreading out from your center to the rest of you. Your jaw dropped and you nearly howled your pleasure, each new breath carrying an even more filthy cry. Unbidden, you rocked your hips against Adachi’s face, your legs seeking to clench together and smother him between them, but failing from the position.

A hum left Adachi’s throat as he continued to lick and mouth at your folds, moving away from your clit at one point and withdrawing his fingers. With a bold caress of his tongue, his mouth was ravaging your soaked slit, drinking up the fruits of his labor and making you shudder and convulse around emptiness, bereft now of his fingers stroking you. You whimpered, the sound plaintive, though your folds and entrance were certainly less sensitive than your swollen clit at that moment. Adachi paid little attention to the noise, lapping up his fill of your juices until he was satisfied and you were left moaning more weak little fucks and ahs.

At last, Adachi drew back, licking his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He slid your legs off his shoulders, settling them onto the ground, splayed around his kneeling form. You lay there, boneless and drained. Your chest rose and fell heavily, and your eyes fluttered closed as you basked in the last little bits of your ecstasy, of the ‘gift’ Adachi had given you for the day’s special occasion.

It was no surprise, though, even to your muddled mind, when the heat of Adachi’s body pressed into you after a moment. Your eyes slipped open tiredly, met with seething gray like molten iron, swallowed up almost completely by wide black circles of desire. The expression further reinforced the wonder of how he had controlled himself for so long to your pleasure alone when it was clear inside a hungry beast was fighting to be free. Though he had already eaten you out, Adachi looked as if he wanted to devour you. The expression made you shiver, and your still sensitive pussy throbbed anew, despite the tired bliss.

“How was that for something special, baby?” Adachi asked, with a grin that was half-teeth and all ego.

[soldouthaz]

hi!! these past few months i’ve gotten several asks about all different parts of my writing process and i thought i’d go ahead and make a full post that i can refer people back to in the future! with the fests coming up as well hopefully it may help someone because i know i always love reading about author’s processes! feel free to let me know if i’ve forgotten anything :) 

DISCLAIMER: this is MY writing process. these are my own opinions and maybe not methods that will work blanketly for everyone. writing is different for every person and you should always do what works best for you personally! 

this post will be split into four parts - before, during, after, and other tips and things to remember :)

inspiration & idea 

this is typically either the easiest or the absolute most difficult part of writing a fic. sometimes you begin with an exact idea and other times you want to write but have no idea where to start. personally i tend to draw inspiration from a few places in particular. writing prompt and dialogue blogs, although sometimes a bit cliche, are a huge help when trying to come up with ideas for scenes and outlines. these are some good ones – here, here, and here if you need some inspiration! pinterest and weheartit are also great places to search for inspiration both before or after you’ve settled on an idea. find an aesthetic you like and base the characters around it, do some world-building, create folders for your characters - this is a good place to reference back to while you’re writing! at this point i just try to pick something that i feel like ‘calls to me’ and leave the rest for later. the last avenue that i use to think of fic ideas is real life. i think of small things that have happened to me or to someone i know and make them much more dramatic and layered. add in some fluff or angst or whatever aspect fits and usually a storyline begins to carve itself!

outline 

once you have an idea, making an outline can help you figure out if it’s going to work for you or not. nailing down the important details and plot points before you begin writing is crucial so that you have a purpose to your scenes, so that things don’t feel repetitive or pointless. when i outline i tend to organize by word count. for instance, by the 5k mark let’s say i’d like to already have established what character A does for a living and some of their interests, and i’d like character B to be vaguely introduced. by 10k i’d like the characters to have formed a friendship and for the conflict to have been introduced, so on and so forth. the plot spacing may differ based on the goal word count for a fic (do things happen quickly or is it a slow burn? etc.). 

next I make a tentative timeline for the fic. I have to give myself sufficient time to plan and to write without rushing myself, but also make it reasonable enough that i can still look forward to it! writing takes different amounts of time for different people, but the more you write the more you’ll be able to estimate how long a certain word count is going to take you to complete. also, as far as advice goes, decide if you’re going to write everything and publish at once or if you’re going to upload weekly chapters, etc. i strongly recommend publishing a full work at once. typically people shy away from unfinished works and it can be very disheartening when there are almost no reads. publishing all at once will raise the chances of your fic being read and shared and will also help you as a writer not to make mistakes because you are able to go back and fix/edit certain plot points as you write. 

organization 

if you have more than one wip at a time, it can be really helpful to have some sort of organization in place. i write primarily in google docs, so i have one master doc with all of my wip information inside of it. i use a numbered chart (the docs themselves are titled with numbers only and correspond to the number in the chart) that has the tentative title, the goal word count, the current word count, which pov i plan to write from, and an estimated posting date. you can also limit the number of wips you have this way.once a work is published i move it from my wip list to my completed list, with the title, the final word count, and a link to the posted story. this part is optional, it just helps me to be able to see all of it in one place. i’ve found this method to be much more helpful than just making random notes on my phone that i forget about within the hour!

research 

depending on the topic of your fic and the setting, you may need to do some research beforehand. if it’s historical, I brush up on the history of it and watch some films or read some books about the time period to get a feel for the vernacular and style, etc.. if the protagonist has a job i’m unfamiliar with I search up what they do, how much they make, where they work, and things like that. it’s unlikely that someone is going to fact check every little thing, but accuracy when it comes to these topics is very admirable and i feel like it really adds a lot of depth and authenticity to a fic. 

another fun activity for this portion of planning is designing the characters. i try to do this for a lot of mine and experiment with personality traits, quirks, and appearances, and to create a character that feels layered as opposed to just surface level. it’s fun for me to figure out their morals and motives and opinions and to play around with those and see if they can be changed throughout the course of the story. an interesting activity here is to take personality tests from what you think they would answer about themselves! then, even if only subconsciously, your character now has interests and hobbies and feels more real, which will definitely show through when you write. there are some for you to take here, here, here, and here, and this is also a good resource.

atmosphere 

(meaning in real life, not the setting of a fic). i tend to produce what i feel is my best work at night, after dinner when i have nothing else to do for the day and i can just relax. having a designated time and space to write really helps with motivation and focus, and can be the difference in accomplishing your time goals for the fic. feel free to try different things like adding music while you write (i write with headphones in and music blasting!) and adjust your surroundings to your liking. put on noise cancelling headphones, stop the clock that keeps ticking in the background or turn up the floor fan to drown other things out, or play some ambience videos from youtube to help you focus. whatever works! sometimes i also create playlists for my fics that i listen to while writing them which can add some more depth to the story too! being comfortable and not distracted are my two main requirements. also, unless it’s for music or research purposes, i would suggest distancing a bit from your phone as well!

word vomit 

this is one of the most frustrating parts of writing but i can’t explain how many times it’s helped me, especially when i’m trying to reach a certain word count. i like to do an exercise when i don’t know what to write or i just have a vague idea where i sit down and just write. i don’t let myself backspace anything (unless it’s a small typo or something minor like that) and i just see where i end up. the reason why this is so helpful is because a lot of times subconsciously our brains already have some kind of idea of a direction to go in or what should be included. though this rough draft almost never makes it into my final piece and frankly doesn’t make much sense, i’m able to go back and read over it and think oh! that’s a good point, i can also write about [random plot point] here! as i think of it.

dialogue 

the very first part of a scene that i write is the dialogue. personally i find it the easiest, and it helps me make a skeleton of a scene where i only have to fill in the descriptions in between. most of the time getting the dialogue written can help to visualize a scene and make conversation flow easily when you aren’t distracted with everything else going on in the scene. a lot of times if you’re focused on what a background character is doing the actual speaking may end up choppy or not make sense when you’re finished with it, which is usually my issue. this method is a good idea to use if you find yourself stuck on a scene or if you don’t know what you want the setting to be yet. if the dialogue you wrote doesn’t fit just right once you’ve added in the rest of the scene, you can always alter it to your liking.

taking breaks 

this is the key to staying motivated for me. if i push myself too hard or write for too long i get frustrated and struggle to keep the flow going. it’s important to take a break when that happens because it becomes very obvious in your writing when you aren’t inspired. you’re more likely to take the easy way out of conflicts and dialogue and it could completely change the tone of the fic. by this i don’t mean procrastinate writing, but definitely make sure not to over-write. writing should be fun, not stressful.

similar fics 

this step is 100% optional, but i find that it really helps me. when i read other author’s fics and i get inspired, the scene really sticks in my brain. to avoid accidentally copying someone’s ideas from their own fic, if i know that i’m writing something similar, i avoid reading any fic with a similar premise during the entire writing process. even if i think i won’t, often times i’ll subconsciously mirror a scene or a piece of dialogue from another fic without meaning to. this is definitely something to look for when you’re reading it back over!

balanced elements 

this step really just depends on the type of fic i’m going for, but i’ve found that fics with some balance to them tend to do better than others. by this i mean fics that have a little of each important element like angst, fluff, smut, etc.. of course, this differs from fic to fic depending on the plot. if it’s a pwp, obviously the main element will be smut. if it’s got some heavy topics in it it may be primarily angst, or a holiday fic might be just fluff. all of these are okay on their own but it’s super easy to mix them together to create more realistic scenes and meaningful emotion in the dialogue. in a pwp i try to add some back story into it, something a little angsty or that gives the smut more meaning than just surface level (unless of course that’s what you’re going for!). on the flip side, you could take a really fluffy fic and at some smutty elements that enhance the love-y feelings from the fluff. even fluff/angst might be fun to explore! my point is that realistically we feel many emotions at once, all the time. when i write one alone my writing often feels like it falls flat and my message/theme doesn’t come across the way that i want it to.

resources 

there is a list of resources and links at the bottom of this post that may help during the writing process! they are ones that I have saved to look back at when I get stuck!

read it over 

this is my least favorite step. at this point, once i’ve finished the fic, i just want to post it as-is. i don’t feel like reading it over or doing edits - i just want to be finished with it. the benefits outweigh my dislike of it though, so i make myself do it anyway. it’s necessary (for me) to take a short break between when i finish it and when i read it over so that i can look at it with fresh eyes, just a day or two at least. the most important advice that i can give here would probably be not to delete anything you don’t like immediately. almost 100% of the time something can be re-written without being deleted, so if you don’t like the way a sentence is structured or the way a character speaks in a certain scene, don’t delete it! just see if you can rewrite it to model what you’re going for better. this step helps me to stay above my goal word count and not to let my insecurity get the best of me. everybody is their own worst critic, but usually there’s a reason you wrote something down, so give it every chance before you get rid of it altogether. i wrote about this here as well.

beta’s 

i’m going to link to another post i answered about betas here!

choosing a title 

when it’s time to choose a title for a fic i usually pick from one of four places. the first is a catchphrase from the fic. if there’s a recurring theme or nickname or description, it may be a good idea to title it the same thing so that readers will connect the title with that detail and remember it more easily in the future. the second place is from a song. there’s a lyric for nearly every different message and emotion, so there’s a high chance of being able to find one that goes hand-in-hand with a fic. the third place i look is in poems. i’m personally a big fan of lang leav, michael faudet, and bukowski, among others, and poetry usually also features a wide range of themes to choose from. the last idea i resort to when i can’t come up with anything else, which is to take a word that you feel represents the fic and translate it into another language like french or spanish, among others, or pick a word that has a meaning that corresponds with the fic. although there are no right or wrong titles, i would suggest to try not to pick a title that’s been used a lot already, or one that you think might be easily forgettable. even if you think it might be odd or not typical, people are going to remember it much more than if it’d just been a regular title.

choosing a summary 

this step is also kind of hit or miss for me! either i know from the beginning what i want my summary to be or i struggle up until the last second trying to come up with one. there isn’t really a right or wrong summary – except for one. my advice here is please, please don’t just put ‘i suck at summaries! just read it!’. people tend to gravitate toward fics if the author seems confident in their own abilities as opposed to someone quite literally pleading with them to read. other than that, there are several types of summaries that i see a lot of. personally i like to use a snippet from my fics in italics, so that people can get a feel of what my writing style is like beforehand. when i write drabbles though, i usually come up with a quick, occasionally witty tidbit of a summary to grab people’s attention. for example: 

a longer fic summary

Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head. 

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin. 

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.” 

(from my fic baby blue)

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a shorter fic summary

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare. 

and louis. 

(from my fic like it’s a game)

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and sometimes people use both as well, like this one from @falsegoodnight​ ‘s fic, before we knew – 

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?” 

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles. It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it. He hates everything about his supposed soulmate. He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples. 

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Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

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and this link has some other ideas and tips for writing summaries that I found to be very helpful! 

posting a fic 

as far as tags and ratings go, THIS PART IS IMPORTANT! all of the steps are in one way or another, but this one is crucial that it’s done correctly. warnings and tags can absolutely make or break a fic. people tend to have very strong preferences when it comes to fics so i try to be as specific as possible without giving the entire story away in the tags. if you’re afraid of doing that, you can always put the full warnings in the note before the fic and tell people to check there before reading. i won’t list all of the possible triggers here but be sure to look those up if you are unfamiliar with some of the common ones. when it comes to tags, you’re always better safe than sorry! i like to tell people they’re free to message me and ask about something if they’re uncomfortable as well, so i can explain the trigger to them and why i tagged it that way and they can decide if they’d like to read based on a more informed basis. tagging correctly saves many people from being blindsided by something they didn’t want to see, and it also protects the author from some very angry messages about warnings.

archive of our own has an extensive support page with all of the info you could need about posting a work on their site including tags, ratings, warnings, co-authors, translations, HTML, and more. you can find it here.

as far as wattpad goes, i am definitely not as familiar with it. i have only a couple of my fics over there and a few translations that people have done for me, so my knowledge is very limited. this link seems to have some good resources for posting with them.

moodboards, graphics, covers 

i feel like the writing does most of the work itself, but a graphic can really help when it comes to the next part of the process, posting on social media. some people like to do moodboards, some people commission artists to draw for them, and some like to create their own graphics completely from scratch. like most aspects of fic, there isn’t really a right or wrong way to do this. i usually make moodboards for mine! i try to stick to an aesthetic or theme, and pick a cohesive amount of pictures to use (typically three, six, or nine so they line up nicely). the pictures i use are almost always from tumblr, pinterest, or weheartit. i put them together using an app and then put a blanket filter over all of it so that it all looks unified. if you used pinterest or weheartit to create concept boards for your idea in the beginning, now is a good time to use those photos and media as well! if you’re curious, the apps i use to create graphics, moodboards, and covers are as follows:

canva (mobile app & website) 

tons of templates to choose from as well as patterns and fonts! some things are locked unless you’re a member but most elements are free! easy to download and share and lots of options to customize and play around with. i strongly recommend the website on desktop or laptop as opposed to the mobile app so that the features are more easily accessible.

picsart (mobile app) 

when i need to make one quickly and i’m not near my laptop (or just need something simple) i use picsart to make a quick collage and put a filter over them. there are some limited text options as well but they are not as advanced as some of the others mentioned here.

photoshop express (mobile & desktop app) 

a step up from picsart, but slightly different elements. photoshop allows you to control a lot more once you know how to use it. there are some nice moodboard layouts here, as well as text and fonts, borders, and color controls. my favorite tool on here is the style transfer option under ‘effects’. a very quick and easy way to make your pictures look very cohesive!

vsco (mobile app) 

perfect for adding filters and things like vignette, grain, and fade. it also has some color controls to customize those. this is typically the last step before i post. and you can save custom presets that you like to use again!

and there are many others as well – almost all photo editing apps and software have a function that will allow you to make a collage or add text to a graphic! i know wattpad also requires a cover for their stories and I believe they have an app for that too!

here are some lovely graphics that have been made for my fics by @lovelylou​, @behisoneandonly​, @tomlinvelvet-ao3​​ and @brickredtoe​  as some examples :) 

and one that I've made as well: 

social media 

once i have a moodboard or graphic, i post the link to my fic on twitter and tumblr. in these posts i always make sure to include the title, the word count, and the summary. i try to make it as visually appealing as possibly by organizing the post accordingly and using fonts occasionally to catch people’s eye. this is the app i use for those on mobile! 

i think about the sizing as well – twitter has set dimensions for its photos and is known for displaying the photos awkwardly. tumblr on the other hand will let you upload up to ten photos of any size, and will display them fully without any cropping. according to this link a single photo on twitter should be 16:9. this page also has some good tips. and as far as i can tell if you’re using two or four photos, i would stick to the square images as that is what’s worked for me personally. i believe canva also has a template for a twitter post too.

write for yourself 

i think everyone knows this on some level but i tend to need to be reminded pretty frequently. if you’re heavily involved in social media and fic discourse, it can be very easy to get attached to what you know people want to see. writing should be a balance though, and you should always write for yourself before anyone else. we’re all free to write whatever we want and, even if it’s difficult, you shouldn’t ever let someone make you feel guilty for doing so. writing is an escape and a safe space but it can very quickly become something that causes stress and anxiety if you aren’t doing it for the right reasons.

don’t stress 

easier said than done, I know, but like I mentioned earlier, writing should be fun. a lot of people here don’t do it as their job and no one gets paid to write fics. these are projects that authors take on on their own time even while they work and handle everything else in their lives and those things should come first and foremost, as well as your mental health. this circles back into my earlier point – don’t let people make you feel guilty about anything like not finishing a fic on time or not writing exactly how they wanted it. authors are real people with real lives too and if things get to be too heavy or too stressful, they’re entitled to a break or to leave if that’s what’s best for them.

don’t be afraid to ask for help / validation 

there are tons of lovely writers in this community and others that would be more than happy to answer questions and give advice. if you’re struggling with something, there’s always somewhere to go to get help! 

however, the concept of validation is a bit trickier than the others. there’s a fine line ;) between asking for validation for a little boost, or relying completely on it. posting snippets and sneak peeks is a great way to get people excited about your work and to get yourself motivated if you’re feeling down, but i would suggest not to post one with the sole purpose of fishing for compliments. if you do, it can be very disheartening if you don’t receive any or the ones that you were looking to hear. in my opinion you need to be at least somewhat confident in your own abilities before you can expect other people to be. posting a snippet is more beneficial for when you’ve got a mental block or are stuck in a scene as opposed to just searching for validation for the sake of getting it.

cliche vs. copying 

there’s also two sides to this argument! you shouldn’t be afraid to write what you want, even if it seems like it’s a common trope or cliche topic. everybody writes in different styles and has different ideas and therefore may provide an entirely different view on what’s been poised as a ‘common’ theme. i think i could read a thousand of the ‘there was only one bed’ trope or the college au’s or the other popular plotlines. they’re popular for a reason and you shouldn’t be afraid to explore your own take on it! no one author ‘owns’ a specific trope. 

BUT there is a clear difference in doing your own take on something versus just copying what someone else has written exactly. the lines can get blurry here but it’s obvious to readers when something has been repeated word for word from another fic or when one too many elements are the same. to be on the safe side, always check to make sure that the specifics of your idea haven’t been done exactly before. 

resources 

+ masterpost of some resources 

+ how to keep readers engaged 

+ helpful tips 

+ 100 words for facial expressions 

+ how to write good villains 

+ good advice  

+ synonyms for commonly used words 

+ using metaphors and references 

+ more helpful tips 

+ descriptions

+ synonyms for ‘beautiful’ 

+ tips for dialogue 

+ writing enemies to lovers 

+ other helpful tips 

+ writing friends to lovers 

+ dystopian writing 

+ writing a realistic argument 

+ ways to cut word count 

+ how to write smut 01 * tw for body descriptions etc.  

+ how to write smut 02 

+ SUPER helpful smut vocab

+ how to write flirting 

+ how to write about grief 

+ even more helpful tips

[fireteam-lighthawk-and-friends]

7. with Aisha and Visla

City lights are echoed by their reflections in the window of the HELM. They twinkle like starlight under the shadow of the Traveler. The HELM itself is only lit by the stark blue glow of the war table. It makes Visla's night-weary eyes burn. They squint and blink until their eyes adjust.

They notice something that they hadn't seen before. An exo Guardian is sitting on a chair she drew to to the table. Her head rests on the glass surface, despite the brightness of the hologram light.

Visla leans closer to see if Aisha is awake. They can't tell, so they cautiously tap on the Guardian's shoulder.

Waking up a Guardian can be a dangerous thing. If they are startled, they might think they're under attack. So as soon as Visla sees Aisha stir, they back out of immediate range, just to be safe.

Aisha startles out of her half-sleep and lifts her head off the table. She swivels around to see who woke her.

"are you alright, Guardian?" Visla asks.

Aisha mumbles incoherently. She rubs her eyes and shrugs.

In the few times Visla has spoken to Aisha, they have never heard the Warlock speak. They don't mind, of course. Aisha chooses when to speak. Rumor has it that only her Ghost, the vanguard, and a few close friends have heard her voice.

Visla isn't as close of a friend to Aisha as Crydoch is.

Aisha props her head on her hands. Her glowing red irises are half-concealed by black shutters that are weighed down by exhaustion.

"if you're so tired, why not go sleep?" Visla asks.

Aisha looks down at the hologram on the table. It looks like a report, but after about five sentences the letter f repeated for more than ten lines.

"can't you finish that tomorrow?" Visla nods at the report.

Aisha looks down at her work with a defeated sigh. She deletes the many lines of mistyped letters and stared at what was left.

"what's the report about?" Visla asks.

Aisha brushes her Ghost's shell. He rises off of the war table and opens his shell like he's stretching.

"Zavala and Saladin want to know if another cabal attack is coming soon. Aisha's been taking the fight to them for a couple of days, and now we have to provide a summary of what we saw," Ghost explains.

"you haven't taken a break for two days?"

"they're right, Aisha. Maybe I should finish the report while you rest," Ghost says.

Aisha is still reluctant to give up on her task. She grumbles and waves Ghost away gently.

"you need to rest," Visla says. "Maybe you should get Crydoch to finish this for you."

"we haven't seen Crydoch in a few days," Ghost sighs.

Aisha leans on her hand until her chin slips and she nearly falls onto the table again.

"Aisha, I know you're worried for everyone, but you really need to take a break," Ghost says softly.

Visla steps away, not wanting to intrude any more. They upload the data they collected to the war table. Maps of hive activity in the cosmodrome, reports of cabal sightings, and that sort of thing.

Ghost approached them, his shell clicking on frustration. "Visla, can you help me convince Aisha to take a break? She's being insufferably stubborn."

"what can I do? You've known her for her whole life! I've known her for less than two years."

"I need a second vote."

"would she really listen to me?"

They both looked around at Aisha. She is starting to nod off again, but she catches herself and tries to get back to work.

"what's bothering her?" Visla asks.

"the attack on Zavala, I think," says Ghost. "She has a habit of blaming herself for these things."

"Maybe something to do with the commander's strange hallucination? I heard rumors..."

Ghost freezes in midair and drops down a few inches. "What? Oh, I guess that might be related. But I don't think that's anything to worry about."

Aisha's head drops to the table with a clunk, startling both of them.

"can you touch up the report, please?" Ghost politely asks.

He picks Aisha up in a transmat. Both of them disappear, leaving the HELM empty of anyone but Visla.

They look over the report. It's full of typos and redundancies. Visla cleans it up a little and saves it so that it can be finished later.

"I'll see if Crydoch can take some of these tasks off Aisha's back tomorrow," they mutter to themself.

After reviewing the war table for updates, they leave the HELM to get some rest as well.

[weebtarurights]

Sakuya Sakuma SSR (Exciting Move-in Day)

Read full translation under the cut! 

Story Title: “ The Shot of Nostalgic 5 ~ Spring Troupe~ “

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Itaru: "Out of the shadow from the field of the grave this summer...." [1] Masumi: I don't understand what that means. Tsuzuru: It's a typo as usual. I mean, the other parts are still Japanese, right? Izumi: I'm back-- Masumi: Director, welcome back. Citron: Ohh! Masumi is so fast. Like a thunder speed. Tsuzuru: It's lightning speed. Izumi:: Umm... What's everyone looking at? Chikage: It's the troupe's blog before the renewal. Izumi: Before renewal? Sakuya: Yes! I was supposed to write a blog post this time too but I can't think of anything to write. Then, I remembered the old blog. Itaru: The blog itself is renewed but the old blog is still around so everyone decided to take a look. Look, here. Izumi: Wow, how nostalgic! Itaru-san originally set up the blog to promote RomiJuli, right?   Itaru: That's right. There was a company homepage made by the manager before we launched the blog but the quality was so terrible. Tsuzuru: Ah, those flashing letters and rainbow logos... Citron: It was cracking all over! Tsuzuru:  You mean, flickering. Masumi: It was so lame. Chikage: Was it that bad? Citron: The data is still around. We can check it. This one. Chikage: I see. The anachronism is impressive. Was it made 20 years ago? Itaru: Exactly. Though if you look at it now, I didn’t notice how retro it was before? On the other hand, it might have the potential to go viral��� Masumi: Not likely to happen. Tsuzuru: When you compare it to the new site, the difference between before and after is too extreme. Izumi: It’s also a part of Mankai Company's site history. Itaru: Because the company’s site was like that, I created the troupe blog to serve as a little publicity. Chikage:  You certainly can't grow page views with that site. Sakuya: Speaking of, the five of us took a photo and posted it on a blog, didn’t we? Izumi: Oh, there's that too. Tsuzuru. Indeed. Citron: I remember it too! Since we're already here, why don't we talk back the blog? Masumi: Not talk back, it’s backtrack. Sakuya: Ah, here it is! Chikage: The title is... "Spring Troupe Flagship Performance, During Practice". Citron: Here’s the photo of the five of us~ Itaru: Looking at it now, that's certainly it. Masumi: It is. Tsuzuru: It surely is. Sakuya: How should I put it? I can feel the awkwardness in the photo.. Citron: Our expressions are quite stiff. Chikage: Haha, you're right. Tsuzuru: We took this photo just for the purpose of posting it on the blog. Masumi:  It looks terrible because of a certain someone's fault. Itaru: Because of someone? Chikage: You mean Chigasaki? Izumi: Ahaha..... Itaru: There was a reason for that, you know.

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Itaru: Hmm... I already launched the blog but the  PV isn't increasing at all.

Sakuya: PV is the number of page visitors, right? Tsuzuru: We released this blog for promotion but it’s meaningless no one’s batting an eye on it. Citron: Since we worked hard to make it, I want everyone to see it. Masumi: But how can we make them look at it? Izumi: Hmm… Increasing the number of visitors for the site and blog... Itaru: I know! Let's take a photo. Manager: A photo? Itaru: Yes, I have a charming face and Masumi is kinda good looking too. Masumi: I don't want to hear that from you. Sakuya: Citron-san is good looking too! Citron: Sakuya is cute! Tsuzuru: .... Manager:  No one is mentioning Minagi-kun. Tsuzuru: No, you don’t have to. Masumi: He's plain. Citron: Tsuzuru is easy to get along with~! Itaru: Exactly. Tsuzuru: Don’t force it. Manager: Spring Troupe does have high beauty rate~  You know, there's this one beautiful person in the first generation too. Itaru: You mean, Yuzo-san? Manager: Yuzo-san is still the same as before. Though he was popular for being wild. Izumi : (I wonder what Yuzo-san was like when he was still part of the former Spring Troupe. I’m a little curious.) Anyways, let's take a photo and post it on the blog. Itaru: Strategy for increasing PV: Winning women's hearts by  showing  off the appeal of hardworking boys ! --- Chikage: So you took this photo with ulterior motives? Itaru: That time, we had no choice but to grasp at straws. Tsuzuru: And that was just the start of all the troubles. --- Masumi:  We're taking photos in this place? Tsuzuru: Well, we're just taking photos so this should be fine. Manager: Let's start taking photos now. I will be your cameraman--- Itaru: Director-san, can you do it? I don't trust the manager's camera skills. Manager: Eh?! Don't say that. Citron: The images from the company site are all blurry! Manager: Eh~? Is that so? I uploaded the photos I took often and put them on the site. Izumi: Then, let me take it. Itaru: The position will be... Our leader, Sakuya , should be in the middle. Citron will be here, Masumi is here. Then Tsuzuru, move here. Sakuya: Yes! Tsuzuru: Here, right? Masumi: ... Tsuzuru: Don't just go close to the director on your own!  Move over here. Citron: My spot is here! Izumi: I'll take it  now. Say cheese~!        ---*click Izumi: What do you think of this shot? Itaru: Hmm, it's a bit too bright. Izumi: Got it! I'll take another one.    ---*click Itaru: Ah, this shot is as stiff as cardboard. Delete it. Izumi: Y-yes! One more time!    ---*click 

 Itaru: Maybe it should be a little more like this? The next one-- Masumi: Annoying. Tsuzuru: Aren’t you being too nitpicky? Itaru: Hmm. We've tried various things but for some reason, none of them is satisfying. Izumi: It's difficult. Itaru: I got it. There's a sense of distance. Sakuya: Sense of distance? Itaru: There's a sense of distance between us so let's move closer together. Masumi, come over here. Masumi: How troublesome. Itaru: Just do it. Citron, move here. Citron: Okay ! Me and Sakuya, shoulder to shoulder. Itaru: Yes, Like that. Let's take another photo.     ---*click Izumi: Well, that's the photo I took at that time. Tsuzuru: As a result, the photo looked a little awkward. Masumi: Itaru was really annoying. Itaru: The most important thing is that it was well received and we got good comments. Sakuya: The number of page views went up too, right? Citron: Yes! It was a great success! Chikage:  However, it seems like the group photos haven't been updated since then. Itaru: Well, that's all of it. Chikage: I guess so.

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Tsuzuru: This kind of talk makes me feel nostalgic.

Citron: It's one of my many memories! Izumi: Yeah, I remember lots of things that happened during those days.

Choice 1: “We used to know very little about each other” Izumi: When we all first joined the company, we only knew a little bit about each other. Sakuya: That's right. Tsuzuru: I was surprised when I found out that Itaru-san is a game-addict. Chikage: I didn't know anything about everyone at first. Masumi: He was pretending to be an eloquent salaryman at first. Itaru: Ah, how nostalgic. Tsuzuru: No, I don’t want to hear that from you. Citron: But now, we know a lot of things about everyone like Sakuya's favorite food, and music that Masumi loves!

Choice 2: “There were fewer people” Izumi: There were fewer people back then. Tsuzuru: You're right. Looking  back, there were only the 5 members of Spring Troupe, the director, manager, and Kamekichi. Sakuya: When I think about it now, it feels strange. Chikage:  I was not around yet at that time so it's hard to imagine. Masumi: There were no other people around when I was walking down the corridors. I couldn’t hear other people's voices either. Citron: But now, the number of people has increased and it has become very lively! When Chikage joined Spring Troupe, the sparkles powered up!

Sakuya: That's right! We haven't taken any new photos, right? I mean, the 6 of us. Citron: Ohh! That's great! Tsuzuru: Yeah, That's a good idea. Itaru: Spring Troupe's revenge photo? Masumi: I want to take another photo with you. Izumi: No, no, not my photo. We're talking about Spring Troupe's photo. Chikage: But we already have plenty of good photos with the six of us in it. Why would we take photos again?   Sakuya:  I thought that I wanted to take a more natural photo of us. That's why, I wanted to take advantage of this situation and take a photo right now. Of course, I won't post it on the blog. Chikage: Well, if you put it that way. At least we're not wearing school uniforms this time. Itaru: Retrieving Sakuya's birthday memories. Citron: Everyone wore school uniforms! It was fun! Izumi: Leave it up to the camera man. Let's move to the theater. Tsuzuru: Roger! Izumi: I'll leave the positions to Itaru-san this time. Itaru: 'Kay. Then, senpai should be in the middle-- Chikage: Why me? Itaru: You know, gathering around grandpa. Chikage: The hell. I think our leader, Sakuya, should be in the middle. Itaru: That's fine too. Sakuya, stand between Masumi and Citron..... Is it okay now? Izumi: Well then, I'll take it quickly. Sakuya: We're counting on you! Izumi: (Looking through the viewfinder, there are the 6 members of Spring Troupe.) (It's different from that time. They're snuggling up more naturally. Their expressions are softer too.) (It’s giving off a warm atmosphere, almost like a family photo.) Izumi: Hehe... Citron: Director, why are you laughing? Masumi: You are so cute as you smile like that while holding that camera. Izumi: No, it's nothing.

Say cheese! 

NOTES:

1) The term used is  "今夏い野講袁墓の幽冥ナブたい出...”. I’m not sure where they referenced this title. The kanji is all mixed up and I couldn’t get any context from it at all >////<

[scriptaed]

ink nemesis. 06

Genre: Angst/Fluff || paparazzi!au; fake dating!au;

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Length: 5.6k

Synopsis: As an aspiring writer drowning under the public’s radar, a click of the pen is all you need to accept your supervisor’s offer to co-write an article for the SS - Secrets Spilled, a regular section of your company’s weekly tabloid; but fabricated stories and invasive details aren’t all that you write when you discover Min Yoongi’s dirty little secret. 

...who? 

Yourself and your grotesque reflection that distorts by the second of every day or the daughter born with a silver spoon and your man so tactfully wrapped around her little finger? Whom is it whose influence you had thought to be completely ridden of, despite the endless hours they have managed to thieve from you as they incessantly creep along your conscience even in the darkest of nights? Perhaps, is it a disgraceful force manifested from the wants of your body as it lusts for the warmth of the man who had betrayed your utmost trust? 

Who is it whom has left her here, aloof, abandoned, and so pitifully desperate for affirmation that even you would have scorn her had it not been a spitting image of the current you? 

You fear the answer; so, instead, the little girl in you ill-advisedly persists to indulge in a cyclical wave of toxicity. 

[Anonymous 01:23 AM] Damn how does Ink Nemesis get all of this? She must have worked at Dispatch before haha I love her content but she’s an apologetic asshole

[Anonymous  01:25 AM] To be honest, the CEO’s daughter is so much prettier than his current girlfriend. Yoongi must be regretting his decision.

[User124930 01:26 AM] His current gf isn’t even good looking or wealthy. I wonder what he sees in her? 

[Anonymous 01:27 AM] Switching to his new chick was the biggest mistake of his career 

[Anonymous 01:29 AM] IN, I loved all of your content up til now, but this was a step too far. You knew he had a girlfriend, so why would you release this picture now? It’s irrelevant. Honestly, fuck you. 

On tails, they love you when they need you. On heads, they toss you to the curb when you needed them. Where were all of your supporters in this very moment when you needed them most? Akin to the flip of a coin, loyalty is nothing but an occasional typo on the internet. 

It’s a hard pill to swallow but you do it, nonetheless; in fact, you take them, one every scroll and another every comment until you’re lying in bed—cold and numb, chest wrenching, heart twisting, and mind scavenging for an explanation. 

What did you do to deserve this? 

What could you have done better?

How should you respond to the public?

Should you lash out at them? But what if they condemn you even further? What about your career? Could you survive the fall? Would your dwindling supporters remain by your side? Probably not, considering their silence, right?

Maybe they were right,. Should you not have posted that photo?

Should you not have gotten involved with BTS in the first place? 

What could you have done to avoid falling for Yoongi? 

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” 

A series of hard knocks on the door interrupts your state of panic. Your legs swing over the side of your bed as you propel yourself onto your feet, completely upright and alert at the sudden visit. 

Who could it be? One of his fans? How did they get your address? Has their malicious intents transcended from virtual and into reality? 

Did they really hate you that much? 

Cautiously, you grab your phone and stealthily creep toward the door with a thumb hovered over the emergency dial. The floor barely creeks but the painful pounds of your heart echo in the deafening silence. The blinding blue light of your phone is all that guides you through the pitch black apartment. With red eyes that were sore from hours of scrolling and a mind so physically and mentally drained that you couldn’t even process the potential danger of the situation, you peek into the peephole—not with courage, but rather, with a mind absent of sense. 

Fortunately, the woman who stands on the other side of the door is not one requiring the courage of a lion. At least, physically, she is not one you would fear of; mentally, however, she poses an ongoing threat to your state of mind. 

Her doll-like physique with those doe-like eyes and red popping lips present unpleasant flashbacks of a particular picture you had spent the entirety of last night staring over. 

Her lips on his. 

His lips on hers. 

Jealousy courses through your veins, serving as your only source of courage to face the victim of your schemes head-on. 

“Oh!” the doll jumps backwards once the door swings wide open to reveal a room as dark as the night. “I thought you weren’t home considering…” her sentence is completed by the glimpses she grants around your apartment. “I’m not sure if you know me but allow me to introduce myself. I’m—”

“—I know very well who you are,” your curt interruption catches her off guard. “Why is Yoongi’s girlfriend paying the fake one a visit? How the hell did you even get my address?” 

 “Actually,” she nibbles the inside of her lower lip, slightly nodding her head in submission, despite retaining a firm lock to your eyes. “Yoongi gave me your address… to clear up some things.”

You quirk a brow at the mention of his name. 

Who knew it would actually hurt even more to hear his name than to read it over text? 

“I’m…” she struggles to get the words out. “I’m not actually dating Yoongi. Well, I never was. You were the first one he had ever seen. Yoongi made sure I was going to make that clear to you.” 

“What… what do you mean?” you frown, clearly distraught by the sudden turn of events. Any information just turned into jumble at this point. 

“My father, he’s the CEO of another company that has close ties with BigHit. He wanted to arrange a relationship between myself and Yoongi for publicity purposes, but when Yoongi’s producer explained the plan…” she forces out the remainder of her sentence, “...he objected.” 

Oh is the only expression you could make. Had Yoongi not been lying to you after all? Does his omission of the complete truth still anger you so? You’re not completely sure how you feel, even knowing that he had sent her here as an olive branch and to clear the truth. Still, why didn’t he come here to speak these words himself? 

“But…” your brows furrow and her glance lifts from the ground. “What about that... photo... that’s been circulating online?”

“Photo?” her eyes widen and her mouth falls agape when she realizes your reference. “Oh, that photo of me and him on the balcony?”

She doesn’t know it was you who posted it. Truthfully, you’ve never felt so two-faced as you do now, omitting the truth as Yoongi had done to you. 

Nonetheless, you nod hesitantly. 

“I, um,” she breaks eye contact for the first time and gazes off to the side. Her voice becomes hush and you nearly have to lean in to hear her over her mumbles as her cheeks gradually flush beet red. “...I forced that one on him.”

“What?”

“My father and Bang PD still managed to arrange a few dates between us two… and I,” her eyes flicker between you and the door, “I just couldn’t help but notice how great of a guy he is.” She continues in her reverie, gaze hazey with a grin whisked by the thought of someone dreamy. “I really liked him. More than anyone I had ever seen before. He’s nice and caring, quiet but thoughtful. I could tell he would treasure his woman and treat her well when he found the right one; and even if I wasn’t that woman, I still fell for him.” 

So that was all there was to that accursed photo. 

It takes a full minute for the answer to dawn upon you, the one whom you had feared the most. 

“Right,” you say under your breath, completely defeated. “He does have that effect.” 

“But I didn’t know you two were dating until the news broke out that night!” she nearly yells, eyes widening with panic. “I’m sorry, I swear I wouldn’t have done it if I had known!”

It seems even she doesn’t know the brittle foundation of your relationship with Yoongi. 

“No, no, that’s fine,” you hastily assured because you should be the one apologizing right now if anything. “You should apologize to Yoongi, not me.”

It’s all fake. There’s nothing for her to apologize to you. You want to tell her the truth, but the thought of further ruining his career refrains you from doing so. Why do you want to protect him still? Is it the guilt that plagues you this very moment, now that you know the truth? Or is it the desire to prolong this hoax of a relationship founded upon a delicate lie? 

“I did as soon as I found out,” she dips her head low, “I just didn’t have the courage to find you until Yoongi gave me a reason to.” 

“So,” your face contorts until a concerned frown, “where is Yoongi? Why didn’t he come here to tell me himself?”

“Oh, I…” she hesitates to explain. “I don’t think he’s in the right... mindset to visit you right now. Did you two get into a fight recently…?”

So he doesn’t want to see you.

“Well—” your screams against his yells from last night still pierce your ears“—yes.”

“Maybe it’s time to make things right again now that you know the truth,” she gives you a soft smile of assurance. 

Turns out, the woman you despised the most was all that you needed in the lowest moments of your despair. As if on cue, you absentmindedly nod your head and hurriedly return to your apartment to grab your purse and keys before running out of the musty cave. Holding her hands in yours, your words of gratitude are scrambled by the wind of your haste as you sprinted to the elevator with nothing but him in mind. 

Why did you have to upload that photo? How selfish and spiteful could you have become, to the point of hurting the one you had held so dearly? Does he know of your deeds? 

He would never love you the same if he were to know if what you had become.

What could you do to make things right? 

Could anything make things right?

-

“Yoongi! Yoongi, I’m sorry,” you manage to blurt out in between your heavy breaths as you burst through the company’s doors and spot Yoongi standing in a circle with the rest of the boys. Your gaze locked with his own stern, unfazed ones before he turns his back on you with no intention to acknowledge your presence. Disgruntled by his welcoming, you storm through the front entrance with your last bit of energy as you tried to conceal any signs that you had sprinted here as if your life depended on it. 

Every one of the boys but him stares at you in wariness. The air shifts until it’s painfully stagnant; but no one speaks. 

“Yoongi, c’mon. We need to talk. Listen, I’m sorry about last night. Can we please just talk?” 

Yoongi remains still, affixed to his stance, eyes looking straight ahead and arms crossing as if it was just a meeting between him and the boys. Even at a standstill, the huffs and silence exchanged between you and him are enough for anyone to see the impending storm. 

“Yoongi,” Jimin utters, “you two should really talk it out.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer. 

“Yeah, let’s give them some time alone,” Namjoon gives you a slight nod of acknowledgement before directing the others upstairs. 

The only people left in the room are the two of you. The longest minute passes by and neither of you manage to one-up the other’s stubbornness until, finally, you grab onto the hook of his elbow and turn him around to force him to look at you for once. 

He’s ever-so-silent but his eyes speak more than a thousand words. Fiery, dark, and ablaze, his stern gaze fixate on yours from above. The storm in his eyes brew of the inner turmoil he failed to put into words. You can see your reflection, eyes equally furious as his. You had come here with the intention of apologizing; but now that you've arrived, you realize you were much more than knees-deep into the water. 

The hopes of reconciliation were slim yet true; but now, for the first time ever, you’re truly scared of that dimming possibility. 

“Can you at least say something?” you brows furrow. “Look, I came all the way here because I wanted to apologize about last night, for yelling at you and not trusting you. I heard about your relationship with… her, and I really fucking hate myself for jumping to conclusions. I had my reasons for my distrust because I gave up so much on the line and I felt like I wasn’t getting the same thing in return.”

He remains silent, eyes still burning. 

“Still, you could have at least explained to me. Why were you avoiding my questions? Who were you texting and why you couldn’t tell me? Why did I see her that night in front of my apartment? If nothing was going on, then why couldn’t you tell me—”

“—the photo.”

His words cut like a knife. He speaks slowly, but each and every word demands obedience of its own. 

“Did you post that photo?” 

Time stops and your heart drops. Every hammering against your chest reverberates with pain that courses through your veins to your extremities. His eyes never leave yours as you mull over your options.

What do you say? Should you be honest? Is there a point in lying if you’re so sure he already knows the truth? 

“How…” you frown, shaking your head in denial.

“How do I know?” he reiterates with a twisted snigger, letting out a breath of disbelief. “I wake up with thousands of texts from my company telling me that the internet has been losing their minds over a dumbass picture of me that I never consented to, spend the next hour looking through the SS, only to find an audio of a performance that was only meant to be heard from person I thought I could trust most because — “ he pauses, struggling “ —I really thought she was the one.”

“Yoongi, I’m sorry—”

“—you’re not sorry,” he scorns. “You didn’t come here with the thought of confessing. You came here hoping to apologize because you couldn’t trust me even though I gave you my all. You put my entire career at risk out of spite. You hurt my family, the agency, and the boys because you were too damn selfish.”

“Well,” you snort, “you have to at least admit that I had reasons for not trusting you.”

“You’re right,” he cocks his head with his arms still crossed. “I shouldn’t have avoided your questions. I should have just explained everything to you. Maybe I could have worked on that with you for the sake of our relationship, but there’s nothing to work on now.”

“There’s ‘nothing’ to work on now…?” you repeat in a mutter. “What do you mean…? Are you breaking up with me?”

Yoongi fails to answer, eyes softening in regret even if just the slightest. 

Letting out a sharp breath of disbelief, you shake your head in an attempt to prevent the impending waterworks. “Look, I’m sorry. I really do mean it. I fucked up. I fucked up big time. But do you think I wanted to get into this mess? Do you think I wanted to be so publicly exposed in a world like yours? Do you think I would have descended into this fucking madness that I have if it weren’t for you?” 

Finally, his gaze shifts off to the side. Your snort in response to his silence is nothing but a coping mechanism because it would be impossible to deny the drop in your chest as the seconds pass by and the reality of the crumbling relationship sinks in.

“You’re really serious about this, huh?” you bite your bottom lip to distract you from the pain within when he turns to give you one last, melancholic gaze. 

Stop it, don’t even pretend like this hurts you. You wish you could utter those words to him because it pains you to think that you were the cause of his hurt. 

Nodding your head, you lower your head in an attempt to hide the shame plastered across your face. “Alright then, I guess… this is it. I hope you’re well. You deserve it. And I’m sorry… for everything.” 

Yoongi doesn’t respond, because what else did he have to say at this point? He probably just wants you out of his life as soon as possible. In fact, you wouldn’t even blame him if he were to glare at you in complete disgust—because even you had done that to yourself in the recent months; and it irks you, pains you, even, to see that lovingly gentle look of his that conveyed to you the strength it’s taking him to hurt you in this way. 

Because even if you hate it so, this entire mess was incited by the love you held for him.   

But alas, this is for the best; and, so, you slowly stumble backwards until you meet the automatic door and a blaze of wind awakens something within you as you stood there alone in the streets. 

Why did he have to figure it out? 

Would everything have been fine if you had just covered your tracks better? 

Then it dawns upon you: what if someone had told him?

“Y/N?” a familiar voice calls out to you. “Y/N, I told you not to use SS anymore!”

“Solji…” your meek voice fails to register over the motherly scold. 

She hastily makes her way to you from across the street, her bright orange locks tousling in the wind—everything in slow motion. 

“Y/N, what on Earth were you thinking?! Why did you post that photo of him? You had to have known it would damage his career. Don’t you care about your boyfriend’s career?!” It’s no use. Her voice is completely muffled in the background. It’s almost as if you’re drowning underwater. “Y/N? Y/N, are you listening?!” 

“Solji…” you mumble, eyes looking straight ahead at the red light that had just turned green. “...were you the one who told him?”

“What?” she furrows her brows. “Told who what?”

You turn to glare at her, “did you tell Yoongi that I wrote for the SS?”

“What?” she narrows her eyes at you, agasp. “Why would I ever tell him that?” 

“Then how did he figure out?” you continue to drill, voice rising by the second. “Why are you here outside of BigHit’s building? Why are you always so worried about what I do with SS?!”

“First of all, I don’t know how he found out. I didn’t even know he found out until you told me. Second, I’m here because our boss sent me to settle any lawsuits against defamation that your actions might instigate. Lastly, I’m worried because I’m worried for you, Y/N. I don’t care what you do with SS. I built it up from the ground up but your mental health is my priority,” she sighs in disbelief. “After all that I’ve done for you, do you really think I would do that to you?” 

“I don’t know who to trust at this point, Solji,” your voice ascends into a shrill. “I don’t fucking know!”

“I’m disappointed in you, Y/N,” she shakes her head, backing away toward the building. “Take a break and reflect on yourself, because I’m the last one you should be accusing right now.”

“If it’s not you, then who the hell was it?!” your yells fall on deaf ears as her silhouette fades off into the distance and cold tears stream down your cheeks. 

Your hands begin to fumble as they pull out your phone in a hurry. Dialing another familiar number, you start cursing under your breath. 

[Dialing Xiao Lin]

“Pick up the phone, hurry up and pick up the fucking phone,” your mutters intermix with the chattering of your teeth. 

“Hey girl, what’s—”

“—did you fucking tell Yoongi I wrote for the SS?”

“No…?” she pauses. “Why would I?’

“Look, I don’t know why you would. Maybe this gives you something to write for your own tabloid. Maybe you hate seeing me happy and wanted to ruin my relationship. I don’t fucking know, but you’re the only one who knows the true identity behind Ink Nemesis!”

“I have absolutely no reason to do any of that,” she firmly states, slowly but surely. “I promised you I wouldn’t tell anyone. Can you not trust a friend—”

“—you’re not my friend. We work for fucking tabloids, Lin! Our friendship and our secrecy is based off of a damn picture that just keeps coming back to haunt me.”

“Well, alright then,” a snort of offence travels through the line. “You’re being incredibly unstable. One second, you beg me not to release the picture. Me being the foolish person I am in having a friend like you, wager my job in order to protect your relationship. And now, the next second, you’re releasing the picture yourself.”

“That’s none of your business—”

“—it’s not because turns out we aren’t friends. All I wanted was to befriend someone and you seemed like—no, you were—someone I could trust. I don’t know what happened to her, but I would rather have no friends in this industry if it means having friends like you.”

“Xiao Lin, don’t twist this into my fault—fuck!”

The phone falls helplessly to your sides. Cars zoom by, throwing a gust of wind into the air in every which way. Your already disheveled hair tousles mercifully. Your heart beats but remains still, untouched by the winter chill. Cars honk into the bustling streets, but your ears drown out the life of the outside world. 

Affixed to your spot for seemingly perpetual hours, you begin to wonder who could slay the immortal being on BOT Street? 

“...that’s Y/N.

“Isn’t that it?”

“It looks just like the picture.”

“I feel bad for them but I also kind of hate them. Must feel bad for being the last resort. I wonder why he picked her.”

A group of whom you could only presume to be fans had gathered outside the company, forming a line across the entrance to the sidewalk where a lavish black van parked. They whisper amongst themselves, discerning over the subject matter that receives nothing but disgust, as if the subject were a beast in itself. 

“Oh my God! Look, they’re coming out!” 

The entire swarm of girls turn in one swift, synchronized motion before their screams were all that were heard within the proximity of a dozen blocks. Seven boys exit the entrance, face much more covered than this morning which seems like an eternity ago. One by one, you gradually catch your eyes hunting for one particular man…

...but when you finally find him, all air escapes your lungs and somehow you’ve forgotten how to breathe. 

You want to hide. You’re ashamed. You’re pitiful. You’re everything that Yoongi did not fall for and you would do anything for him to immortalize that perfect image of you that he did come to love and know. He can’t see you like this in your lowest state.

Security guards begin ushering the encroaching crowd back into the already tightening circumference of a bubble as the boys make their way through the narrowed pathway. Cameras were flashing in every direction, questions were being yelled and unanswered into the air, and fans were crying out their woes to the sudden news of Yoongi’s supposed affair. Pulling the collars of your coat over the lower half of your face, you continue to observe from afar, careful to conceal your identity from further instigating trouble for the boys.

One by one, you watch as they board their ride. One by one, you let out a sigh of relief when they fail to recognize you amongst the crowd of swarming fans. Alas, it doesn’t take very long for you to notice the last member to board the van. You’ve gotten to know every habit of Yoongi’s over the course of your relationship to know that he has never been the type to stall. In fact, he’s never been the last one of the group in anything, especially in public; but when his eyes skim through the crowd and cross yours for a brief moment before returning to lock eyes with the woman he had caught, you—fully dressed, covered, and aloof in the corner—stand there stunned, a chill running down your back. 

He recognizes you even in a mass of hundreds. 

Even the most brief of hesitance incites confusion from the crowd, for some of them recall your presence and begin to turn toward the direction of his gaze. 

“I forgot that she was here.”

“What is she still doing here?”

“Is that her? Are they still dating?” 

Panic settles into your pumping veins as you try to conceal your identity even further when, suddenly, Yoongi curses loudly—a habit you’ve come to adore, but a habit he has made a conscious effort to keep hidden from the public. 

With the order of a simple word, he manages to recapture the attention of the crowd. 

“Suga! Did you hurt yourself?!”

“Please be careful!” 

“I will protect you no matter what!” 

“I love you more than anything!”

It would be ignorant of anyone to deny that he had every individual wrapped around his finger, including you, for silence ensued from the previously mass hysteria when he feigns a trip and a few stumbles toward the van, whirls around, and clears his throat. 

“I’ll be alright, guys,” he raises his hand to rest the impending screams. “Just make sure to take care of yourself and love yourself first before you try and help others, okay?”

Maybe it’s just you and every other person in this crowd, but it’s almost as if he’s speaking to you.

Would it be foolish of you to think so? To hope so?

You had thought your breakup with Yoongi earlier in the morning would have been the last you would see of him. The chaos that ensued, your mental breakdown, Solji’s disappointment, and Xiao Lin’s scolding left you all alone. You thought Xiao Lin would be the least to abandon you. It doesn’t occur to you until this very moment, as he gazes at you with those doting, bittersweet eyes of his for the shortest of seconds before he speaks and boards the van, that you realize...

“I’ll miss you.” 

...he’s the last one to abandon you.

-

i say semi because this isn’t my last announcement and it doesn’t explain the reasons as to why i’m “leaving.” 

yes, as you’ve probably seen from all the messages scattered throughout my blog, i am indeed ink nemesis. i need a mental break to reflect on everything i’ve done. I’m sorry for disappointing you. i plan to take a break, a leave, whatever the future entails for it to be from here. the decision was cemented just a few days ago, but the thought was one that plagued me for many months on end. 

due to the possibility of plagiarism while i’m gone or less active to remain vigilant over my works, i’ve taken down all of the fics i have on my masterlist. i apologize if there were any works you wanted to reread or works that you’ve been wanting to read but never got to. it truly bums me out that i have to be wary of plagiarists and ruin the fun for you guys. 

as of this moment, i plan on taking a temporary semi-hiatus from this blog. i will still be here to answer messages, maybe drop a few random posts about my life, possibly even drop a few random fics (probably my usual crack/fluff drabbles) here and there, but i probably won’t be doing much other than responding to messages. 

bygones of the sun will be completed, but i’m setting it aside for now until inspiration sparks some motivation in me. i want to write for me, for those who see me as a human being who happens to write for fun, and i want to find the love i once had for this niche of mine. if inspiration strikes me in the middle of my hiatus, then so be it! an update will be dropped sporadically if that were to happen, so what a nice bonus for those who decide to stay, eh? 

i will, however, be completing my last series before my hiatus officially begins. the reasons for my departure will all be laid out there in full detail. so for those of you interested in that, see you then.

and for those who aren’t, thank you for staying up ‘til now. i hope to things to return to the way things were, even if it’s foolish for me to hope so. i will try once again to find the path that allows my ink to do all that is good. 

signing out for one last time, xoxo ink nemesis.

[Posted 11:35 AM]

Papers flipping under the mercy of its filer, journalists scribbling viciously against its pitiful victims that is paper, and printers reviving with a huff only to be used to its death once again, cabinets squeaking open in pain, whispers in the breakroom now gossiping over your recent dismissal at work, and the mocking tick of the clock that takes you back to a time you had thought would have been your worst case scenario—if only the past you could have seen the substantially worse circumstances you have to face now. 

It’s funny how things work out sometimes. Your writing blog, the one world of solace you thought could eternally replace reality, has somehow become the very source of sorrow and self-hate in the recent months. You thought the world would end if you were to disconnect from your one passion in life; and yet, here you are: alive, breathing, seeing, hearing, and lifted from the burden of a mere site, all from the simple click of a button.

There it is. The truth is out there in the world for everyone to see. The identity of Ink Nemesis has been unveiled and you could no longer hide behind the mask of a pen name. To ruin your reputation and destroy the blog you had so tirelessly worked hours on end to build was the last action you wanted to take; but if this could somewhat atone for the troubles you’ve brought upon your loved ones, then it was a necessary one. 

Heaving a loud sigh, you lay your head back into your chair, eyes staring straight up at the mundane gray ceiling lined by cold white lights and feet swiping across the floor to swivel you in an endless cycle around and around the comforts of your soon-to-be empty cubicle. 

The SS is discontinued and your own writing blog is down. Now, truly and surely, it’s just you.

And for now?

That’s enough. 

Boxes in hand filled with piles of scribbled paper, stacks of pens emptied of ink, and countess drafts of works that would never see the light of day, you hustle to the elevator and out the door of a company you had grown to love yet hate in the past years. You paid no attention to the whispers and glares of your colleagues. You were used to that at this point. 

After severing the trust of the only person who could truly understand you in this universe, who could hurt you worse than yourself? 

Perhaps it’s the reality of being fired that’s finally settling in, but the winter chill hits you harsher than it ever has before. Your hair momentarily shrouds your view of the bustling streets as the wind pays you a brief albeit impactful visit. As your locks return to settle into place, a freezing droplet of water drips onto the tip of your nose as if to beckon for your gaze upward. 

Tilting your head back and craning your neck for a full, uncloaked display of the sky’s vast expanses, the universe’s gray puffs echo your latest sentiment. 

Ah, so even the sky can hear your cries of pain? 

One drip, two drip. The sky cries along with you. 

Three drip, four drip. You can’t even decipher between its cold tears and the warmth of your own. 

The drizzling quickens its pace into an endless stream of droplets that rain upon you like a shower head cleansing you of dirt. Your shoes fill with water and your skin shivers in the waves of an ocean that never ceases to end. 

Updates. Hatred. Expectations. Obligations. Work. Yoongi. Love. Friends. Solji. Xiao Lin. Yourself. 

Drip by drip, a burdensome weight melts from your shoulder and flows into the drains of the city sewer; because when you finally return home, toss your purse onto your bed, and glimpse into the mirror, you meet a pleasant surprise of a friend whom you had falsely presumed to have long bidden farewell to. 

With a wet collared white shirt stuck to reveal the flesh of your skin, hair dripping in the wake of the sky’s calling, and mascara running down your flushed cheeks, you smile because at long last...

you are finally clean.

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

welp, i finally kicked it off ,,, i, after months of aganzoing procrastination and anxiety, started up my blog today !! yay !! you said you wanted the @ when i started it so here you are: @bakuzu ,,, yeah it’s a combination of bakugou and izuku because why not, i knew i wanted a name combo, thus bakuzu was born. just praying i can stick to the responsibility now because it’s smth i’ve wanted to do for so long! it was so difficult to set up an aesthetic but in the end i’m sure all my efforts will pay off. now i’m just waiting to get some requests and i hope that, since i write for hq, kny, and bnha i should get some soon !! it’s scary because my anxiety keeps telling me “oh there’s smth u need to fix” or “u sound weird” and such lmao but it should start to dissolve soon. and on another note, i got my cousin (she’s 20 but a child at heart) into bnha and she loves midoriya without even knowing too much about him KSDWKW - neo

HSHNSKASDFNN YES YES YES I’M SO EXCITED TO GO CHECK IT OUT!!! And please, if you’re reading this, go check him out too, it’d make us both very happy 🥺. I like the name! it’s really fun! And I’ll be sure to send in some requests when I think of some! :) I like the aesthetic too, it’s nice and reminds me of coffee, for some reason. 

As for uploading, just go ahead and post at your own pace! I like to let some things sit in my drafts (because I obsess over typos and making sure everything makes sense and sounds exactly like I want it to, so a lot of times things will have been read over at least four-five times over the course of a month), but you can always publish whenever you’re ready! I personally have an upload schedule, but that’s because I started out with a lot of fics and it helped me manage my time so I wouldn’t drop five works at once and then lose motivation and disappear for a month 😎. But if you’re starting out with only one or two ready, then go ahead and publish whenever you want to!

And, I’m going to be honest about this, but the anxiety does tend to get a little worse as you go, especially once you start putting yourself out there more and making a name for yourself. You just kind of have to push past it and remind yourself that you’re doing what you love for You--and that should always come first. Never write for anyone else first (unless you’re doing a request), just keep yourself in mind. Write what you want to see in the fandom, not what you think everyone wants.

Okay, that got really long. Lmao, I’m talking like I know what I’m doing, but really this is just from my ~7 months of doing this. I’m no expert and I’m still learning ┗(･ω･;)┛Maybe you (and anyone else reading this) can take something from it anyway. And, as always, I’m 110% willing to beta read for you!! I’ve never done it for anyone but I’d love to try!

I wish you luck with your blog!! I’m sure you’re going to do great things there!! I can’t wait to see :D

And I pray for your cousin, lest she becomes a simp like us