#this sounds like a great idea nonny

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

do you think Saiki would be ticklish?

I do! I've written about it a couple of times too, once in Welcome to the Shitshow and It's the Colours You Hate (links are to the chapters in question)

Sadly I also think tickling him is a very bad idea because, like his sneezes, he probably blows things up by accident either with his telekinesis or with his flailing. The person tickling him is also taking a really big risk of physical injury for the same reason. I also think he's really touch shy - letting people within his bubble like that is a sign of major trust, which is doubly why he wouldn't let them tickle him because he doesn't want to hurt them.

Kusuke probably tickled him once and then never again. He did not win the tickle fight. He lost very badly. So did the wall he was thrown through. Kusuo probably got into quite a bit of trouble for that.

Whether or not he knows he's still ticklish, or what 'ticklish' even means, is a mystery though LOL

thanks for the ask nonny!

[librarygarten]

I don't think I'm the only one who thinks Wars was an asshole? Like, is the reader supposed to have -known- they were actually controlling somone? The world they were from, the Links aren't real, right? And here he is instantly blaming them for playing something they'd only know as a game, cruelly making them cry and being just all around awful. I hope someone calls him out on it.

Sorry, nonnie :( Wars was indeed an asshole, but his game would probably one of the worst to live through. He had to watch his men die in a war that turned out to be some sort of sick entertainment for an interdimensional being. Add to that his whole... situation with Cia, and he's not thrilled with the idea that reader might have just. Over-written his free will while playing the game. Don't worry, Twilight will beat up Wars on your behalf <3

#2 Chain x Speedrunner! Deity! Isekai! Reader - Who's in Control?

Part 2 includes Sky, Twilight, and Legend Part 1 ✿ Part 2 (you are here) ✿ Part 3

When you first fell through the portal and joined the chain on their quest, you had revealed that they were only stories in your world. It had taken a while for them to understand the concept of a video game, and even longer for them to come to terms with the fact that some of the most traumatic events of their lives were reduced to children’s entertainment. However, as they talked with you, they came to another horrifying discovery: YOU were their “player.” Your actions in your world, the decisions you made while playing the games, directly influenced their own lives. What’s more, you were a speedrunner.

Sky

“Hey, Y/N?” Sky approaches you at camp, wringing his hands nervously. He won’t meet your gaze. “Did… did I do something to make you mad?”

“What?” You think back on your last few interactions. You hadn’t been treating him any differently. Unless you were somehow a jerk and didn’t even know it? You have been pretty sleep-deprived lately. “No. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that…” He trails off, clearly not sure how to approach this topic. He takes a breath and tries again. “You kind of controlled us during our adventures, right?”

Well, crap.

“I think so? I’m not really sure how it works.” Now you’re the one that won’t look him in the eyes. “My influence on you guys is still… weird to think about.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. Learning the existence of your free will was questionable at best was not a great feeling. “But you controlled everything we did, right?”

“Not necessarily!” You can feel the sweat dripping down your neck. “Talking to some of the others, maybe you guys could influence me, too? Like, Four said he felt scared during the final fight, and that’s the same time that I messed up with the controls!”

Sky hums, as if agreeing. It’s clear he doesn’t believe it.

“But you’re the one that made me jump off that post in Skyloft.” He says quietly. He’s not angry. He just seems sad, honestly. “And then… Fi was there all of a sudden? I can’t remember exactly. Everything seemed so… out of order?”

You swallow the glob of spit in your throat. He was talking about the Back in Time glitch. How did he even remember that? It requires two save files and to move around while in the menu.

“You remember that?” You yelp. “Shoot, I’m so, so sorry. That’s a glitch to make the game faster. I swear, I had known you weren’t just a video game I would have never-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupts, giving a weak smile. “I’m used to it.”

“Used to what?” You ask, but he walks away. He disappears between the trees, and you’re left staring at the empty clearing full of camping equipment.

“...Used to what?” You whisper to yourself.

Twilight

“Y’alright?” Twilight asks you. He’d found you a ways away from camp, curled up agains the side of a tree. You sniff, wiping your eyes but not meeting his gaze.

“Peachy,” you say sarcastically, but your voice cracks, and it sounds more pathetic than anything else. He sits down next to you.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” He smiles. When you don’t respond, he leans forward, trying to get a look at your face. “You know you can talk to me, right? Or I could be Wolfie, if that would be easier? Dog therapy is a thing right? Wolf therapy is just a few degrees removed from that.”

“Don’t go transforming for my sake.” You snicker, finally turning your head to look at him. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. “It’s nothing. No need for you to get worked up over it.”

“It is very clearly not ‘nothing’.” His eyebrows furrow. “Did one of the others say something? I swear if Legend was giving you grief again–”

“No, nobody said anything. It’s just a lot of things, I guess…” You explain hesitantly. “Like, I got sucked through a random portal and suddenly a bunch of game characters are real. And what’s worse is the things I did in the game actually happened to them? Does that apply to every game I’ve played? What about when I stopped playing a game? Or deleted a save file?” You thread your fingers through your hair, feeling more tears threatening to spill out. How many deaths and traumas were your fault? How many lives have you ruined? 

“You couldn’t have known. Heck, WE didn’t know about you.” Twilight pats your back, bringing you back to reality.

“But didn’t you feel something was off? I was like,” you make claws with your hands, emphasizing your point “controlling you guys against your will or something.”

“Well, it was kinda weird when I stared at a rupee for fifteen hours straight.” He chuckles, “But like I said, you had no way of knowing. Nobody here blames you.”

“I’m pretty sure Wars hates me…”

“Well, he’s an asshole.” Twilight rolls his eyes. “I’ll give him a piece of my mind next time he’s bothering you, ya hear?”

“Okay,” you smile, wiping your nose with your sleeve. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Legend

“Speedrunning? That sounds incredibly stupid.” Legend scoffs. You had tried explaining some of the strange things that he had encountered during his adventure, only to be made fun of. Honestly, you probably deserved it a little bit.

“Yeah, it’s a whole thing. People compete to get the fastest time, which usually requires glitches.” You chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your head.

“So you broke the very fabric of reality in order to win.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t break reality!” You exclaim.

“I climbed up a ladder and just… kept going up, even when there wasn’t anything to climb on!” Legend throws his hands in the air. “I held a bomb above my head and floated across a room.”

“That’s not necessarily breaking reality,” you grimace. He’s honestly got a point, but you’re not about to concede like that. “People can fly. There’s a whole race of bird people called the Rito in the other timelines.”

“Do I look like a bird?” Legend motions to himself, showing off his very-much-not-a-bird-self. “You know what? Forget it. If all you’re going to do is make excuses, I’m done.”

He turns to walk away, but you grab his hand. His back is to you, so you can’t see his face. Hopefully he won’t hate you too much.

“Legend, I swear I would never have played the games if I knew I was messing with real people. I had no idea.” You sniff, tears threatening to fall. You’re so sick of this. You’re so sick of needing to explain this to them. “Your games were some of the first games I ever played. I remember coming back from school as a kid, excited to play them. I… I loved all the characters. I spent hours trying to find every side quest, trying to get everyone a happy ending. When I started speedrunning… I never could have known… I’m sorry.”

He turns around, his bangs half-covering his eyes. He looks ready to cry, too.

“You loved her too, huh?” He whispers, then laughs, regaining his composure and returning to the snarky Legend you know and love. “Just make sure you don’t, like, puppet me around now, alright? I can’t imagine what the others would do if I started backflipping through walls.”

You giggle at his annoyed expression. They were sure to be insufferable about it.

“Deal.”

[emchante]

Angst idea coming up!!

I imagine there would be a school event let’s say and Daniel would go with his children of course, possibly want to take you with him, but his ex wife would insist that it’s a family event and you’re not family in any way or shape, no matter how much you take care of Daniel’s kids, this just isn’t a place for you and this could make Daniel uneasy because he’d see the logical part in his ex wife’s reasoning yet feel bad because you are his new partner and his kids like you and I imagine this uneasiness and perhaps indecisiveness from Daniel would spark uncertainty in you as well and that just hits right in the heart

~🫠

🫠 nonnie always pulling through.. i know that’s right!! but GOD?? the thought of this?? it pulls my heartstrings. the angst potential LORDDD.

you know the usual, drabble under the cut<3

“she’s not family, daniel,” is spat across the line, daniel wincing at the harshness in his ex-wife’s voice. “she looks after the kids— great. that doesn’t make her family all of a sudden.”

daniel’s fingers drum against the kitchen counter anxiously as she rambles on, adding more reasons why you shouldn’t be at the kids’ charity evening. parents were invited along of course, running stalls with their children. it was a great idea, the kids were so excited to tell you, daniel and their mother.

but they didn’t know themselves that their mother wasn’t onboard with it.

“it’s— it’s not fair to leave her out,” he interrupts, screwing his eyes shut in preparation for another shout down the phone. thankfully, it’s only a deep sigh so he can continue. “the kids love her, they were so excited to tell her,” he explains, a soft smile appearing on his face as he recalled the memory.

“i don’t care, daniel,” she tells him, and she definitely isn’t lying— he had never heard her sound so bored, apart from the times daniel had tried to organise date nights that were more.. him. not a good memory. “remind me what the first line of the handout says?”

daniel frowns out of confusion at the question, but obliges anyways. he grabs the sheet of paper from in front of him, opening it up and reading it out. “dear parents of—”

“there!” she shouts, daniel flinching at the sudden loudness. “parents, daniel. she is not their parent. never has been, never will be.”

daniel exhales deeply from his nose. fuck. he should’ve seen that coming. what happened to letters saying ‘parents or guardians’? he shakes his head, trying to think of a response.

but he doesn’t need to, as she speaks up again. “we aren’t discussing this any more now, daniel. break the news— although it really isn’t much of a newsflash— and then start organising your outfit,”

and then the line fell flat.

daniel places his phone on the counter, before allowing his head to fall into his hands with a heavy sigh. he was feeling many emotions. confusion— about the whole thing. upset— he wasn’t able to get his side in. anger— over the newsflash comment. you had come a long way with his kids, and be had a controversial opinion on who was a better mother figure to the two.

————————————

“you can’t come tomorrow.”

the words feel like a stab in the heart when you hear them. daniel had sat you down in the living room after the kids had gone upstairs to play, and told you that he needed to talk to you.

you assumed it was serious, but you didn’t think it was this.

“what?” is all that falls from your lips, as you’re too shocked to form a proper sentence. daniel isn’t even looking at you, he’s more focused on picking his the nail of his index finger.

“you can’t— you can’t come tomorrow. i’m sorry, i know it’s quite late to tell you, but.. yeah,” he trails off, voice low. he still isn’t looking at you, hasn’t done since he asked you to sit with him. it feels dismissive, it feels wrong. it feels like a completely different person in front of you.

“have i done something? we were so excited to bake with the kids and sell their cakes,” you plead, reminding him that just yesterday, you were both so happy about the event.

“look— it’s.. it’s a parent event, yeah?” daniel lets out, cringing at his words. he hates that he’s listening to her, he doesn’t even agree with the decision, but something is telling him he has to.

then again maybe he shouldn’t, because the moment he finally looks up, he sees the saddened look on your face. he couldn’t read every emotion you seemed to portray— you looked upset, hurt and maybe.. betrayed? fuck.

“and— and please believe me when i say you do such a great job looking after them,” he starts, raising his hands as he goes to ramble out something to save his ass.

but you interrupt him with a dry laugh, shutting your eyes as you take a deep breath in. your head falls, and you stare down at your trembling hands that lay atop your thighs. suddenly your vision gets blurry and— oh, the tears have started.

daniel’s heart breaks as he sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he reaches out to comfort you. he wasn’t expecting it to be reciprocated well, but he wasn’t expecting you to completely pull away from him.

“sweetheart—” “don’t sweetheart me, daniel,” you snap, licking your suddenly dry lips. “i thought— i thought that maybe..” you started, daniel’s heart cracking even more at the wobble in your voice. “fuck— i really thought things were moving into a new chapter. i thought that the kids were seeing me as something more than just.. a babysitter. i thought you were starting to see me as something more than a fuck every now and then, like it was in the beginning.”

daniel gapes at your words, and shit. he hadn’t even thought about how the whole situation would have looked without context. but then again, would it have been better with it? it was too late to find out now, anyways.

“no— no, you know it’s not like that,” he tells you firmly, going to reach a hand out for you to comfort you, but he was taken aback when you abruptly stood up.

“i think i’m going to go,” you told him, not allowing nor wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say. as soon as you walked out the living room, he could only stare at the floor in disbelief.

he was trying so hard to obey to his ex, that he was completely disregarding you— his current partner’s— feelings. what the fuck was wrong with him?

he was brought back to reality when you had shouted upstairs to the kids, telling them you had to head back to your own house tonight— that there was some leftover work you had to do. daniel turned his head to the side, watching as his kids ran downstairs to give you a big hug, whining about how they wanted you to stay.

you didn’t even spare him a glance as you said your goodbyes, and he felt like the slammed front door was the only goodbye he’d be getting.

he had really fucked it.

okay honestly i did NOT expect it to get to 1k words.. LOL. angst just really draws me in and i get carried away!! thank you 🫠 nonnie again for this wonderful idea, you’re a godsend<3<3

part 2, perhaps? 👀

[saetoru]

Rich boy reo in college sounds so cute!!! Because you're probably his first real love (and maybe even his first partner), and he would literally buy the world from you,(also, he probs doesn't have an idea how normal, healthy relationships work bc all of his sources come from like, super stereotyped and cliche media about how girls love expensive things, jewelry and money and shoes). And I picture his first real date with you is not at a fancy five star restaurant , but rather something like instant fire noodles ramen outside a conbini, so he's a little bit unsure, y'know this man has a personal chef at home cooking all kinds of extravagant food, until he actually tastes it and now he's addicted to the "broken collage student" diet. He's just so glad to experience new thing with you, even if they might seem mundane to you.

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SWEETS — MIKAGE REO.

✩ — contents ⋮ introducing to you all: college au! rich boy! reo as your boyfriend—this time in your adventures, he tries a powdered donut for the first time

✩ — note ⋮ if you’ve been around for rb! gojo, you know the drill ;) also nonnie ty for the ask it was so cute

“what is that?” he asks, unsure. you look at him like he’s grown two heads.

“it’s a powdered donut, reo,” you raise a brow, “have you never seen one?”

“who powders donuts?” he tilts his head. it’s a bit cute, the slight pout on his face as he tries to decipher your odd little snack, the crinkle of his brow as he thinks deeply. “what’s it filled with?”

“nothing. i don’t like jelly donuts.”

“jelly?” he gapes, “just what do they feed you?”

“what do they feed you?” you ask incredulously. he shrugs, thinking about it deeply like it’s something he can’t hope to list all in one go.

“whatever my pastry chef makes, i guess,” he hums, “my dad had this one come from france once, and he made these—”

“eat this,” you hand him the donut, cutting him off as you purse your lips. “you’re not normal until you do.”

“my mom says those are bad for you,” he says like some kind of know-it-all kid—you suppose in a way, he is. “she says processed foods are not good for—”

“reo,” you say with a roll of your eyes, “your mom doesn’t love you if she doesn’t want you to have a powdered donut.”

“hey,” he pouts, “that’s not true. she’s just looking out for me—”

“just a bite,” you insist, holding it out to him as he eyes it like it’s poison in your hand, “i’ll even feed you,” you tease, reaching to pinch his cheek.

he grumbles, swats your hand away as he blushes and huffs a little at your smug grin—but ultimately, he caves, leaning forward and taking a small, hesitant bite of the confectionery in your hand.

the reaction is just what you expect: he chews, then he furrows his brows, and then he looks at you incredulously. you smile at him with a knowing look on your face as he snatches the last few bites of your donut from your hand—you can’t even be mad that he’s stolen your snack.

“why did my mother never let me have these?” he whines, “i’ve been missing out my whole childhood.”

“i’m sure you were doing just fine with private pastry chefs from france, baby,” you snort, reaching to thread your fingers through his hair as his head rests on your shoulder.

“nuh uh, they’re not like these,” he holds up his (your) nearly gone donut for emphasis, “these taste like pure sugar. i love it.”

“yeah they’re great,” you chuckle, “welcome to the lower class.”

“shut up,” he huffs, shuffling closer to you as press a kiss to his forehead, “you’re not lower class to me. you’re the classiest, most elegant, most priceless��”

“even in my coffee stained sweats?”

“especially in those,” he nods, “i’d never seen such artistically placed stains before. i was mesmerized.”

“oh good,” you giggle, hearing his quiet laugh ring next to you as he looks up and gives you a soft grin. you lean in, pressing another gentle kiss to his forehead as he closes his eyes and hums.

“thanks,” he mumbles, making you raise a brow in question.

“for…?”

“for letting me experience that,” he shrugs, a bit shy as he stares down at his lap.

reo’s always been a bit out of place. he’s always been the kid with the twisty crayons and mechanical pencils that the other kids stared at jealously. he’s always worn the brands no one can even pronounce as everyone around him went shopping together. he’s always eaten freshly packed lunch with a balanced nutrition while everyone else got soda from the vending machines.

a part of you feels bad for reo, feels a small bit of sympathy for the way he never really knows what to say or what to add in a conversation he can’t really relate to. you always watch him trip over his words when people complain about insane gas prices and the way eggs do not need to be that much per dozen.

so you smile warmly, grab his hand and lace your fingers as you grin, “experience a powdered donut?” you tease, making him huff, “oh, baby, wait till you hear about cupcakes.”

“i’ve had cupcakes,” he says indignantly, turning away from you with a pout.

“not the kind with cheap sprinkles,” you hum. “you’ll love them.”

something tells him he will, that here—with his head on your shoulder and your fingers in his hair, with store brought sweets that his mother would have heart failure seeing—here he’s just a guy, a normal guy who’s in love and that’s all there is to it.

“i love you,” he says quietly.

you smile, lean down and press a kiss to his mouth as you teasingly lick off the small bit of powdered sugar on his lips. “yeah, i love you too,” you hum, “but i would love it more if you didn’t steal my snacks next time.”

i lub him :( *holds reo in one arm and satoru in the other* these are my rich and spoiled lil pumpkins :(

[peachsayshi]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachsayshi/725293016728862720/hc-examples-how-they-react-to-your-first-kiss

hi!!! first of all i just wanted to say i’ve been following you for a while and i just love your writing!!! could you do a scenario where kento and reader have a child together 😭 hope you have a great day 🫶

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n: I hope you enjoy this, nonnie! > wc: 650

nanami opens his eyes, fighting the heaviness of deep sleep and trying to clear the bleary haze obstructing his view. a soft rumble in the distance reverberates around the room, followed by a quartet of heavy rain pattering heavily against the window. a flash of white illuminates his surroundings, and with one final blink the man sees the peaceful image before him.

you're fast asleep, worn down from the excitement of the day where you spent the entire morning having a long painting session with your daughter. there's a streak of blue marking your cheeks, matching the colorful handprints all over nanami's old, worn grey t-shirt that you are wearing. resting between you both is his three year old daughter, her body curled towards your chest with the rhythm of her soft breaths matching yours.

the man can't help but smile at the sight, a bloom of love sprouting from deep inside his heart and stretching towards his ribs.

his daughter rolls over, eyes half open as she gazes up at him in complete confusion. nanami chuckles quietly to himself, and brings his hand down to smooth aside the strands of her soft hair to lull her back to sleep.

she mumbles a quiet "papa" and he hums with reassurance to let her know that he's there. her small hands find his shirt, and she squeezes her fingers around the fabric as she closes her eyes once more.

nanami arches down to kiss the top of her without realizing that the small shifts have roused you from your own slumber.

"what time is it?" you murmur, as you inch your body closer towards your daughter, like you're seeking out the core of warmth radiating between you both.

nanami glances outside to the dark, bleak grey and casually shrugs his shoulder as he places his large palm against his daughter's back.

"no idea," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with exhaustion.

"I was supposed to take a shower after I finished cleaning her up," you grumble in disbelief as you lift onto your elbow to rest your cheek against the palm of your hand.

nanami smiles before mirroring your position so he can face you properly, "I didn't have the heart to wake you," he admits shyly.

you fingers reach for his golden strands, and you gently brush them behind his ear before tracing along the shell. "did you manage to find everything at the supermarket?"

his hand lifts away from his baby girl to reach for you wrist, and he kisses the inside of your palm.

"everything except the honey crackers"

you pout with disappointment because those crackers are your daughter's favorite snack, but the brush of nanami's thumb on the back of your hand captures your attention once again.

"if it wasn't for the rain, I would run around the whole city looking for them..."

you stare into his eyes with admiration, knowing full well that your husband was speaking the truth.

"you don't need to prove to me that you would do anything for this girl, Kento..." you tease with a cheeky grin.

"correction," he remarks with an arched brow, as he places a second kiss against the pulse inside your wrist, "I would do anything for both my girls."

your heart flutters, sprouts wings and nearly flies right out of your chest.. with careful consideration of the tiny bundle of love between you, you slip away from his grasp to push back his hair as you arch forward and place a sweet kiss on nanami's forehead.

"I'm going to hop in the shower," you murmur against his skin with a slight veil of flirtation.

"want some company?"

you hum with amusement, "company sounds nice..."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he replies, the glint in his eye so sinful that it strikes the most sensitive parts of you, "let me just tuck our girl in properly..."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥requests are open for all characters except: nanami kento.

[teecupangel]

Hi tee! Hope you're having a good day! It's the toxic AltDes a/b/o nonny and*hands you my kidneys* AAAAHH I LOVE IT!! it wasn't as toxic but it was great nonetheless!!!

OKOK so I just had another idea.

Omega Desmond and Alpha Maria.

I have no idea how this idea came to be but it did LOL

So this is gonna be a Maria x Desmond pairing, idk it just sounds so interesting.

In this au women are still treated like shit, so that Maria's story would still fit canon (I love Maria's lore) but omegas are also treated like shit. Of course

You can do the entire Desmond Time Travels Back In Time™ and let him meet Maria or you can make him be born in that time, whatever you see fit!

And Maria absolutely tops :>

Let’s go with Desmond being born there for this one.

Desmond would be the omega twin of the alpha Altaïr who remained in Paradise where it’s supposed to be safe.

In reality, he’s kept in Paradise to keep Altaïr in check. With Al Mualim being their guardian, there’s actually been talk of him becoming Abbas’ omega to ‘strengthen the bonds’ between Altaïr and Abbas, whatever the fuck that means.

Desmond knows that’s bullshit and Al Mualim keeps dangling him over to Abbas to keep Altaïr on the line and Abbas loyal to him because, for some reason, Abbas actually likes him.

Desmond usually spends his time trying to sneak out of Paradise to talk to Altaïr or to his brother’s beta best friend Kadar. (Or Kadar could also be an omega in Paradise that follows Desmond around because they’re BFF and he has a hhuuggeeee crush on Altaïr, depends if you wanna add a side serving of Altaïr x Kadar for this one XD)

Desmond spent most of his life sneaking in and out of Paradise, even donning the robes of an Assassin to blend in (he has to rub sooooo many scent covering herbs to make it harder for people to realize that he’s an omega) and Altaïr is a horrible enabler who teaches him whatever he learned, be it for stealth or for slitting a guy’s throat.

He would help Altaïr take out Al Mualim when Al Mualim tried to hypnotize him using the Apple (they both learned that Desmond is immune to the Apple that day) but he stayed behind when Altaïr went to Acre because…

Well…

No one expected Altaïr to go straight to Cyprus after that mission.

In this one, Altaïr returned with Maria immediately after Acre because, while Altaïr does want to join Maria on her journey eastward, he wants his twin to join them as well. Maria agreed to it after hearing how Desmond had never stepped outside of Masyaf at all and she honestly had this demure soft-spoken omega image of Desmond because Altaïr describes him as the kindest sweetest person in the entire world.

(If Malik ever heard Altaïr describe Desmond like that, he’d have reminded Altaïr that his supposed ‘kindest sweetest’ twin have made three Assassins beg for mercy when they were just a tad too touchy and Desmond was just a teenager back then)

And now we have the perfect slowburn ‘roadtrip’ idea for Desmond and Maria… with big brother Altaïr having to suffer through their blossoming love.

[arlerts-angel]

HIII!!! i got an idea from a scenario that happened to a Hockey Armin bot from j.ai (i'm not a very mentally sane person.) and I'd like to request it!!:

well, so armin!afab reader had just started dating when after a game, eren and jean "were driving them home”, which ended up on eren and jean putting aphrodisiacs in reader's and armin's drink, and they ended up fucking on the backseat of the car, while the boys recorded it..

note: omggg~ this one's long but i wanted to try something different! i hope you enjoy this nonnie ♡ please let me know what you think of this one!

cw: hockey player!armin x fem!reader, drinking alcohol, voyeurism, filming, masturbation (fem), unprotected piv sex, pet names used: beautiful, pretty girl, angel, reader is referred to as girlfriend

a loud buzzer sounds off in the chilly arena, signaling the last break of the game. there's 15 minutes left to catch breaths, tend to any minor injuries, and work on plays. you rush to the bottom of the stands to catch your boyfriend in time for a quick pep talk. you scan each jersey for his number until your eyes fall on it, lucky number 13 in black and white.

"hey! you guys are doing great!" you say with a smile. armin turns around and looks at you, taking his mouth guard out. "we're down one point which could cost us the game if we're not careful," he smiles back at you. "but thank you. it means a lot that you came tonight." the 5'6 blondie hugs you tight. you return the hug and gently grab his face, looking him in the eyes. "i know you've got this."

you leave him with a kiss on the cheek and return to your seat so he can spend the break with his team, planning their win. eren jaeger, the center of the team, and left defenseman jean kirstein, approach armin. "we're gonna go get drinks later regardless of the outcome of this game, care to join?" eren asks, swinging his arm around armin. "i would but my girl's here, i don't wanna blow her off." jean nudges armin. "c'mon man! bring her with. i'm sure she won't mind a little detour." armin scans the stands for her, his lips curving into a small smile when he finds her. the buzzer sounds again, signaling the start of the third and final play. "i'll talk to her after the game." he puts his mouth guard in and returns to the ice.

eren stands in the center of the ice, facing off the opposing team. the referee drops the puck between the players. eren quickly gains possession of it, pulling it backwards towards jean. he takes the puck into the head of the stick and swings, sinking into the opposing team's net. cheers and claps erupt from supporting fans at jean's lucky shot. the teams are tied now, but there's still time left to secure victory.

the final faceoff begins with eren, once again, gaining possession of the puck. this time, the team decides to ride the clock and pass the puck around to each other, sending the puck into the offensive net just before time runs out. final score, 4-3 for jaeger's team.

you cheer for your boyfriend's team's success and wait for the crowd of people to leave. after the stands clear, you find armin talking with eren and jean. you decide to just let them chat, taking pictures of the scoreboard while you wait. eren catches a glimpse of you from his peripherals. "you here for a picture, sweetheart?" he coos. armin turns and sees you, offering an apologetic smile. "eren! ...that's my girlfriend." armin groans.

"ah– sorry about that." eren sighs, feeling embarrassed at his dismissal of you. "i'm eren and this is jean." he slaps jean's chest playfully. you offer a small wave and smile. "i'm y/n, nice to meet you both." eren looks you up and down. "i don't think armin's mentioned it but we're planning on getting some drinks, you're welcome to join us. we won't go too crazy, promise." he smirks. "sure! you guys deserve it, after all!" you say happily. "i'm gonna run to the restroom before we leave." you kiss his cheek and make your exit.

eren nudges armin again. "so that's your girl, huh? she's cute, man." armin sighs. "eren–" "don't worry dude, i'm not trying to meddle. she suits you." he smiles at armin, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly.

you meet up with the group of boys, who are now showered and dressed in casual clothes. "i know the perfect place. armin, i'll send you the address. meet us there." eren prompty sends armin the address to a bar a few minutes across town. armin nods. "alright. see ya there." eren pats his shoulder before walking away with jean. armin turns to you, seeming a little nervous. "are you sure you want us to join them? i could just tell them i'm tired." he offers. "no! it's totally fine. i'm kind of excited that eren invited me. i would've been fine with you going without me, but it was really nice of him to extend the invitation." you reassure him. he grabs your hand and smiles. "alright then, off we go."

a few minutes later, your uber arrives to the bar eren suggested. you and armin step out and into the bar. eren and jean wave you and armin down. "hey lovebirds! we already ordered drinks for ya." jean nods his head at the drinks on the table. "oh, thanks!" you smile. you take a sip of the cocktail. armin does the same. eren and jean share a glance at each other that you and armin don't notice. "so, y/n... how long have you been seeing armin?" eren asks slyly. "oh, uh, officially? about a month or so." you reply. he nods at your admission. you take another sip of the cocktail and eren grins.

20 minutes passes. the four of you make casual conversation about different things, talking as if you've known each other for years. armin wraps his arm around your waist and whispers in your ear. "you look beautiful. thank you again for coming to the game." you smile and kiss his cheek. "wouldn't miss it, handsome." you reply softly.

45 minutes, now. armin pulled you into his lap tweny minutes ago and has spent the past 5 running his hands over your body. your thighs, your hips, the bottom of your stomach. he even brushes his fingers across the hem of your skirt. you can feel his dick pressing against your ass. he nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and circling it with his tongue. "you're coming home with me tonight, right?" he asks quietly. you nod in response. "don't know if i can wait til we get home." he whispers, sliding his hand between your thighs.

an hour has passed. "it's getting late, friends. i say we pack it up here and get home. how about you two ride with us? i'll drop you off at armin's place." eren offers. "you've done enough for us for the night. we appreciate it." armin says. "come on bro, it'll be fun." jean encourages. "when's the last time we just went ridin' around?" armin chuckles. "it has been a while, but–" "we'd be happy to." you interject, nudging your boyfriend's arm playfully.

eren hops into the driver's seat, jean in the passenger. you and armin sit in the back of the dark car. armin whispers in your ear. "my pretty girl... gonna let me play with your pussy in my friend's car?" you shiver. "armin! they'll see... or hear." you whisper. he drapes his jacket over your lap. "don't worry about it, it's too dark. they can't see anything." he replies, sliding his hand down your skirt. his slender finger traces your slit before sliding inside, collecting your juices. "stay quiet for me, angel. don't wanna get caught." you nod and sharply inhale as he begins to trace circles around your clit. you squirm around in the seat trying to contain yourself.

"you alright back there?" eren adjusts the rear view mirror, glancing at you and armin. "we're good, thanks." armin replies, still circling your bud. your heart is pounding hard against your chest knowing you could be caught. the adrenaline sends you close to your orgasm quickly. "armin-" you whisper, "i'm-" he hushes you and nods. "i know. we're taking a backroad, get in my lap." "hm?? your lap?" you question. he nods. you slide the coat to him as he unbuttons his jeans, freeing his cock.

you get into his lap and slide his length into your soaked cunt slowly. his hands on your hips guide you up and down his cock. it's unspoken, but you both know you need to be as nonchalant as possible. the car is big enough for a good amount of space between you two and them. eren and jean aren't stupid, though. they've been watching this whole time, recording. jean adjusts eren's phone, making sure he's getting a good view.

"dude, this feels fucked up." jean admits. "what's more fucked up, jean? them fucking in my car or us recording it?" eren scoffs. this makes jean ponder. "touché." he grumbles. "besides, i won't let anything happen to this vide or let anyone know this even happened. it's for my enjoyment." eren adds, his eyes still on the road. "don't act like your dick doesn't want to jump out of your pants either, kirstein." jean rolls his eyes.

you continue riding armin's cock, but not for long before the knot in your stomach comes undone. your legs stiffen as you quickly reach your orgasm, tightening your walls around him. this sends armin over the edge too, you feel his cock twitch as he fills your pussy with his cum. you shift back into the seat next to him as he adjusts himself back into his pants.

"look's like we're here, friends. thanks for a fun evening." eren says snidely and winks, as he approaches armin's apartment complex. "thanks for the ride, eren." armin says as he opens the door and nods. "here, take this." you offer him a $20 bill. he shakes his head. "nah. 'preciate it though, sweetheart. i got all the payment i need." you smile awkwardly and nod.

you both send eren and jean off with a wave, watching him drive away. then, armin grabs your waist and kisses your forehead. "round two?" he asks hopefully, smiling down at you. you flash him a smile and follow him upstairs.

[lalunanymph]

Riding on the nanami brainrot!!!! dawn as a bewitched!au enthusiast, it had me thinking about retired army general!nanami and a geisha!reader 🫶 what if after leaving the gojo clan, he settled down and became reader’s patron and they lived happily ever after 🥰

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i couldnt get this idea out of my mind and had to write something for it grrr thank you sm apple nonnie ily and your beautiful brain

tw for love making and suggestive themes

The ex-general of the great Gojo clan should be a man who was intimidated by many.

For truly, his countenance, stoic mien, and even the shock of fair hair on his head (so unnaturally light and a contrast to every common passerby on the street) would’ve marked him as a man who would not be into foolhardy pursuits.

But, in your months of living under his roof, you had come to find that General Nanami Kento was indeed an incredibly kind man.

“What are you doing?” 

Kento had awoken from his slumber, padding into the kitchen to find you standing by the stove, hair still in a disarray. A light scruff shadowed his chin, and his face was pinched with fatigue.

In answer, you tightened your silk sash, a teasing grin pulling on your face. “About to surprise you, of course.” 

The general is not a man to be trifled with. Hence, when he tilted his head to the side, unsure of what your coy entendre was supposed to mean, you were slightly terrified of his rejection.

What would he say to your next plan? Would he ridicule you and find it foolish? 

“Surprise?” His rough, low voice involuntarily sent shivers down your spine. “What kind of surprise?” 

The general does not like to be blindsided. Your answer was meek, almost like a girl who was about to be berated by her superior.

“I wanted to… I wanted to dance for you, Kento-san.” 

Now, his attention was piqued. Nanami’s back went ramrod straight, those dark eyes widening infinitesimally. “Dance for me? Why ever for?” 

He did not sound disappointed or peeved. Instead, you detected a note of curiosity in his genuine question—the first stirrings of a man who had never been indulged in such finery.

You had to hide a smirk behind your fall of hair. Only General Nanami—a man who brought an infamous geisha under his wing—would be taken aback by her natural want to charm and appease him. 

Your smile was partly patient, partly abashed. “Because,” you started, and walked over to him slowly. Nanami did not cringe back or let himself be bowed over by your sudden proximity; keeping his reactions fastened to his chest. “I want to do it.” 

His throat bobbed with a hard swallow. You could see the ripping flow of emotions erupting across his handsome features; a thread of desire overshadowed by his strict samurai stolidity.

“You do not have to do this.” His voice was soft, cottoned with gentleness. Giving you a route of escape should your mortification catch up with common sense. 

You shook your head. “Please, Nanami-san. Let me do this for you. I wanted to show you some lessons I remembered.” 

It had been a considerable amount of time since you last put on a Natsu wa Hotaru for men. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you strapped on your armour of gratitude towards this man who had housed, fed and clothed you with little to no expectation of any returning sentiments. Why General Nanami had chosen you—perhaps you may never know. But, you had learned to never question providence whenever it fell into your lap like a sleepy, curling kitten. 

Kento was in no obligation to give into your whims, but he eased himself into a cross-legged position onto the tatami floors, the split in front of his striped blue yukata showing off a web of whitened scars. 

You didn’t have any music to accompany you, but Mama-san always did say you had a beautiful humming voice. 

Graciously picking up the uchiwa fan—one of the only items you had taken from your old life in the okiya into your new one as part of his household—you held it above your head, warming up with a low hum. 

Your arm arched overhead, easing in front of your body with a slowed, graceful swoop. You recounted the steps perforated deep into your subconscious from Mama-san’s rigid lessons—spinning on your heel, lifting your head and eyes to the sun to give thanks for the summer. All the while, your voice never broke or petered off, rich and warm like the rays streaming through the paper thin shoji windows. 

Nanami did not move nor you suspected, breathed. He was hewed of stone, fists clenched atop of his lap. The only sign of movement were his eyes, steadily following every motion of your body. Men would often compliment how you moved like water—Mizu no Megami—they called you. 

The water goddess.

There was a fluidity to your motions which would put rainfall to shame, and Nanami was starting to believe why his comrades used to say geishas were the spirits of grace put right onto this earth. 

From the arch of your back, to the curve of your arms in midair, spinning the fan in your lithe fingers like you were one with its fluttering disposition, made him firmly believe you were an otherworldly being. 

And your voice… it never faltered. A sweet, rich octave which brought goosebumps to his skin.

All too soon, your performance ended. You were bright-eyed and warm in your cheeks, waiting for him to thaw, frozen in your ending position of knees bent, arms curved close to your waist. 

Instead of applauding, like rowdy men were wont to do, Nanami slowly got to his feet. 

He approached you, careful not to scare you with too quick of a movement, and soft as down, his large, scarred palms cupped your face. 

You were petrified, not with fear, but with baited desire. He stroked your cheeks, rough pads of his thumbs soothing on your far softer skin, and there was a look you knew all too well on his dear face. They reminded you of watching your onee-sans stagger back into the okiya, drunk and whispering that they would kill you if you told Mama-san of their evening whereabouts. Not much of where they had been, but who they were with.

Older men. Soldiers. Politicians.

Everyone of them wore a secret, satisfied smile like they were sated from a huge meal after starving for decades. Now, years later when you were free from the constrictions of tight obis and etiquette, you could see desire plainly in the open air—finally free to indulge in it.

His lips touched yours in the softest of caresses, and you didn’t fight him off when he swept you into the seam of his embrace. Your body fell against his—like two pieces of Go flushed together, slotting perfectly in each other’s spaces, finding a clear path towards a release of intensity which brimmed and brimmed; eventually bubbling over.

Nanami removed your obi, pulling down your simple, sakura-patterned sobe panels, revealing the tender rise of your shoulders to his touch. He kissed a pathway down your neck, marking his territory right on your collarbones; bold enough to touch his tongue to your pulse point.

Your soft gasp thrilled through the morning air, drops of unfettered desire clinging between both of your bodies like a film of sweat. 

“Tell me to stop,” Kento’s gruff voice breached through the fog in your mind, drawing you down into deeper depths of rapture. “Tell me to stop whenever you want me to.” 

“I do not,” you replied back, heavy in breath and intention when you softly rested your palms on his scarred chest. Without a lingering second for him to chart your intentions and misconstrue them, you unwound his own yukata sash, feeling more of his rough, pale skin under your wandering touch. “I want you, Kento. I want you, it burns.” 

That was enough for Nanami to discard years of training to tame his emotions. The beast within was roaring to claim you, his blood singing like it would whenever he was about to rush into a battlefield. But, this time, it wasn’t severed limbs or broken bones awaiting him, but the terrains of your body drawing him to unleash his brute desire. 

Nanami was brash when he lifted you up, your feet dangling in midair, only to be swept into the crevice of his arms. He brought you to the bedroom with barely any effort exerted, not a droplet of sweat rolling down his sharp cheekbones and sunken temples. 

Gently this time, he laid you on the futon, covering your entire body with his bigger build. You had never noticed how starkly a man towered over you, until you were in this position to look up at him. Wonder stained your sighs, those wide eyes gleaming with a girl-like innocence charming as it tugged on his soul. 

Kento felt a warmth unlike any other he had ever encountered in his arduous life; like a thousand bees were swarming in his chest, warming up the cavities of his austere ribcage housing his equally stony heart. 

His large hands swept down your shoulders, parting your kimono further apart, until the panels were splayed around your naked body. Those dark eyes appraised the crease in between your thighs, memorising them like it was his next terrain to conquer. 

Nanami was never a man who gave into the screamings of flesh, but in this instance, he felt like his veins were sparked with gunpowder—igniting from the base of his spine to the tips of his toes. 

“You are beautiful.”

That lavish praise tumbled freely from his parted mouth, burying itself underneath your blooming affections. 

However, his next words sent you reeling, like a bare branch tumbling in a storm, when he uttered: 

“I want to ruin you.”

His lips descended back onto yours, kissing with an ardour that would’ve frightened a more modest woman. Modesty—thankfully—was not part of your script, and you returned his kiss with an equal zeal that many men would find loose and unbecoming. 

From the ends of your hair to the crest of your toes, your body pulsed with an unbridled heat for him. You were soaked in between your thighs. 

Such simple kisses were making you unravel, unlike a tapestry whose loose thread had the power to undo the striking masterpiece. You were crumbling for Kento, relenting to his relentless passion. 

The taste of sleep and his skin was strong with every curl of his tongue on yours. Something hard and foreign was poking your thigh, and Kento’s strong hips undulated, his mind losing control of his body.

“Fuck,” he swore lowly, eyeing the lines between both of your bodies with a gleam in those dark, unfathomable eyes. 

You cupped his face to yours, admiring every instance of those beautiful features with their scars and faint wrinkles. A part of you wondered—as he shoved his yukata off to one side of the room—if your children would have his blonde hair. 

Nanami’s cock was imposing and resting on your thigh. His kisses were unhurried now, and they were traversing lower and lower down your body. He nipped your collarbones. Kissed your jaw and scraped his teeth on your pulse point. That same mouth roamed in between your breasts, finding the peaks of your stiff nipples and sucking on them tenderly, mouthing on them like he was attempting to extract some deeper essence from your willing body. 

Your breathing hitched when he dared to roam lower—right towards the apex of your body where your lust was undeniable. 

Kento gently parted your thighs, resting deeper in between the promised crease. His mouth touched your pelvis first, sending what felt like hot flashes up your spine. And the moment you felt his mouth on your tender parts, you were sure you moaned loud enough to wake up the old teamaker next door. 

“Kento,” you gasped, disregarding all of your etiquette training to succumb to the lust like you were no better than the harlots walking down cobblestone pavements at night. “Oh! Oh…” 

His tongue was working you into a frenzy, and those thick fingers ran through the seam of your sticky heat, parting your folds to get to the heart of your desire. One thick, calloused finger rubbed firm circles on your sensitive nub, eliciting a tremble in your thighs you had only experienced when standing for too long on a hot day. 

“Kento,” you gasped out, almost purring his name like a wanton whore. “Oh—I-I’m—” you broke off, unable to speak past the pleasure knotting underneath your sternum, making you stutter and choke. Your eyes watered, tears dripping down your cheeks; smeared by loving kisses from the man above you who watched your fall with pure rapture. 

How your brows knitted together, how your mouth fell open, a scream rebounding across the room…

“Shit,” Kento cursed, unable to help himself from driving his hips deeper and deeper into your body. “Shit, shit, shit—I’m—”

His stuttered moan was heralded by a well of warmth filling you up. The ecstasy of belonging to Kento; of feeling him melt into your walls, was the sweetest sin unlike any other. You lived for his flushed cheeks, his feral snarl, his handsome face contorting like it was in pain…

He slumped atop of you, pushing you further into the futon until your chest was smothered from the full weight of him. But, deprivation of air was not your main concern, not when Kento was kissing down your forehead, cheeks and jaw like you were a precious jewel he had just found out was real. 

Your giggle was a sweet sublime balm for his soul, and he smiled like the first warm rays of a summer morning. 

A tenderness unlike any other rooted itself in your soul, and for the first time, you figured out why men would go to war for love; why women sacrificed parts of their souls and bodies for a mere sliver of hope that their love would bloom eternally. 

Your eyes were open, and your heart welcomed every drop of his presence. 

Kento brushed the back of his knuckles down your cheek, expression softening when you began to grin.

“I did not hurt you?” 

Soft as down, you pressed his knuckles to your lips, kissing them softly. “No.”

The stoic samurai tried his best to hide how pathetically his heart raced at your tiny gesture, but his growing smile told the full truth, slowly coming to light like the indentations of a secret message upon paper being shaded in with charcoal. 

“We should be getting up for breakfast.” Ever the worrier, Kento was concerned about your lack of nutrition; if you were already starving and he had overtaxed you. 

But, your returning grin was part deific and part exasperation for the older man before you; filled with a gentleness your scarred and scared heart had never felt in her lifetime.

“We should,” you hummed in agreement. Neither of you made a move to leave each other’s embrace, and the morning sun continued speckling dancing shadows of waving sakura branches against the shoji windows.

©️ LALUNANYMPH

[stagefoureddiediaz]

That anon is weird. Like yeah sometimes gay people are interested in straight people (backing off when they find out their identity). I think Tommy was picking up Eddie's gay vibes

But it's far from impossible that he's straight and Tommy was still into him

Like God I wish I was never interested in straight people. That would be great. Take me to your universe anon

Hey Nonnie

they really are weird - provided me with some entertainment though - band I hope you were entertained as well!

I also want to be in a universe where I don’t end up flirting with straight people - no embarrassment and weirdness when you get it wrong and it would save so much energy and time - sounds amazing!!!

Kinda gonna enjoy it when that anon watches Eddie figure out his queerness to be honest - they clearly don’t understand the idea of long form storytelling and foreshadowing and building up clues and layers of information over time - Eddie is queer coded - always has been - its just been a question of when he’d be in a place to figure himself out and Tommys (intense flirting and) interest in him is just helping build that narrative so that after Eddie does figure it out the audience can rewatch and spot all the stuff that pointed towards it all along. It’s like a murder mystery book or film - all the clues that point to the murderer are there from the beginning - you just have to read between the lines and put the pieces together - its obvious when you get the answer at the end!

[demonicbaby666]

Drabble idea - JJ talking care of reader while she is sick 🤒 just all the fluff and feelings 🥰

Sniffles

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.3k+

A/N: Thanks for the req nonny, hope I provided you with the fluff you wanted. It's written more comically and is a little too long to count as Drabble, but what can I say, I got a little carried away with the banter. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Hell. That was the only way to describe what your body was putting you through. Head pounding, nose stuffed with tissue and a throat that fell victim to a brutal attack of never-ending coughs, trying hopelessly to get whatever felt like it was stuck in there out. 

You’d taken refuge on the sofa that morning, knowing if you went back to bed, there was a high possibility you may never make it out again. Though the idea of withering away and meeting your final demise sounded tempting, someone would probably miss you. 

At what point you fell asleep to the tv playing reruns of god knows how many shows, you had no idea. All you knew was there was a muffled ringing coming not just from inside your ears, but from somewhere in the apartment. The door. 

Heavily considering, far longer than appropriate, army crawling to the door, you settled on unceremoniously flinging your frail body upright, trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to ignore the black spots that painted your vision. As you trudged over to the door you made a silent promise to yourself, if the disturber of your peace fell short of a good enough reason for ringing your doorbell when you were on death's door, you’d subject them to the very same torment you were going through. One cough, maybe a little sneeze would do the trick, it was only fair. 

“I swear, if you’ve lost your cat again Phil, I’ll-” you croaked out, latching onto the door handle - which would require sanitizing now, great - and pulled it open. 

“No missing cats,” JJ chuckled, continuing in a hushed tone, “though I am curious, what exactly were you planning on doing?” 

Nope. Not happening. 

Mirrors, unfortunately, very much existed, which was why you sure as hell knew you were one sight to behold. A neighbour seeing you in a heavily stained dressing gown, hair thrown into a messy bun, and not the cute kind, that'd be fine, normal even. Well, you’d like to think normally you didn’t look like someone who’d contracted some type of bug, but JJ seeing you like this. Very much not the same. So, you did the only thing you could. 

You shut the door in her face. 

“You’ll get sick.” You shouted, your voice sounding far too similar to that of a dying pelican, or any dying creature for that matter.

“Number one. You’re letting me in because I’m your girlfriend and it’s my legal obligation to look after you. Number two. I know how to break down a door. Number three. If you don’t let me in, I will break down your door.” 

“You gave me three points that were not relevant to what I said. You’ll. Get. Sick.” 

“Sorry, let me try again. Number one, you have ten seconds to open the door before I kick it down. How was that babe?” For someone stuck on the other side of a door, waiting to take care of a walking germ factory, it was quite astonishing to hear how peppy JJ was. 

Well; it was decided. It seemed there wasn’t ample room for negotiation, your front door’s life hanging in the balance and all. Knowing she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, you hesitantly re-opened the door, peeking your head into the small open space. “If you could avoid looking at my face, that would be amazing.” 

“Oh shush, I’ve been face to face with a rotting corpse, more than once.” She stepped forward, foot pressing the door more and more ajar until there was enough space for her to slip in, during which you slugged back to the sofa and threw a blanket over your head.

“I’m not sure that was as comforting or reassuring as you wanted it to be.” It was true, comparing one’s likeness to a dead body wasn’t exactly flattering, in fairness, it may have been accurate; nevertheless, it remained a deflating thought.

JJ took her shoes and coat off, knowing where to put them, then walked over to join you, “Show me that face of yours.” She teased, pulling at the blanket. There she sat, next to you - looking stunning as ever - trying to rip away the one shred of dignity you had left. In your books, it seemed a direct declaration of war. 

“Would you stop that!” You pleaded. Too disoriented from the journey to the door and back, there was little fight left in you, making it too easy for the blonde to yank your fortress out of your weak grip, taking the single morsel of pride you had left with it to the floor. 

“There she is!” She beamed.

“I don’t think I like you anymore.” It was the fact your sulking face reached only her chest, warming it with pure adoration, that JJ remained impartial to the comment. Finding it more amusing than hurtful. 

“Well, that’s a shame, because I still like you and I’m not going anywhere. Guess you’ll just have to suffer in silence. Though, knowing you, you always have something to say.” She poked.

Disregarding the bantering jab, a traitorous smile crept onto your lips. The sight of your dishevelled face led you to believe JJ would run for the hills. She didn’t. In fact, she’d taken it upon herself, in her own way, to reassure you she felt the opposite. The declaration stunning you into silence, involuntarily gawking. 

“Are you going to let me look after you now?” She asked, trying not to laugh at the expression written all over your face. “If I get sick, you’ll just have to repay the favour and look after me.” 

“Then I’ll get sick again.” 

“We’ll be in an endless loop of domestic bliss then, won’t we?”

“Sounds heavenly.” You sardonically quibbed, earning yourself a swift elbow to the ribs. For dramatic effect, you let out a loud groan, which by no means did JJ buy, “There’s got to be a rule against that.” rubbing your ‘injured’ side. 

“I didn’t read the new edition of the ‘How to Look After Your Sick Girlfriend’ handbook, I go by the old rules.” She humoured, thinking it was quite a good comeback. Which it was, but she couldn’t know that. “It did mention something about snuggling up on the sofa though.”

Now that was a comeback that warranted appraisal. Unfortunately, in this case, appraisal came in the form of two flushed cheeks and a timid smile, both of which JJ, kindly, chose not to mention. Out-stretched arms guided you down, welcoming you into an embrace you swore had magical healing abilities. 

There was a slim chance of smelling anything – what with having a blocked nasal cavity - yet the sweet aroma of JJ’s hair made it through, whether it was a phantom smell, you didn’t care. Not when slender fingers worked on unbinding your tousled hair, running gentle strokes through stubborn knots that unfurled under her touch, much like you did. 

“You know you didn’t have to come?” The question came from a place of doubt, had the roles been reversed, you knew with certainty, you’d be doing the exact same. Regrettably, logic did nothing to cease your insecurities. 

“In sickness and in health, right?” she softly said, smiling down with so much devolution in her eyes you found yourself battling tears. 

“If you so much as think about proposing to me when I’m in this state, so help me JJ. I will sneeze so hard on you; you won’t see the light of day for weeks.” 

Putting her hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll save the love declaration for another day as well then.” 

But she didn’t. As she diligently re-convened her girlfriend duties, lulling you into a state of tranquillity Buddha would be envious of, rendering your headache near gone, three joyous words didn’t escape your grasps. 

Your eyes fluttered shut; safe in JJ’s arms, a declaration of your own filled the comfortable silence. “I love you too.” 

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[srslyscary]

I saw you asked for ideas to write. I was wondering if you do maybe write a lil imagine/blurb for watching a scary movie with Jiung? Not very inspiring idea but it sounds like a cozy one. Ofc you can totally ignore this lil request. I'm just excited to see more piwon writers.

scary movies

contents/warnings: SFW, slightly ooc, lowercase intended, uses mostly “you” instead of “she”

including: jiung × reader

note: tysm for this request nonnie I’m actually so brain dead … this is such a great idea though! please let me know if this is to your liking! :)

_

“baby! found a movie!” your boyfriend called from the living room. you were currently in the bathroom freshening up after a long day. you walked into the living room with your facial band still on and a purple face mask on your face. you frowned at the tv and before looking at jiung with a ‘are you serious’ look.

“ji. I’m just gonna be lowkey.. I don’t think I really wanna watch Spider-Man 3 again.” he looked at you with a rather sarcastic but shocked face. “why not?” he pouted before fixing his face to frown at you.

“we’ve been watching that for the past two days! all because you wanted to avoid watching a scary movie!” you went back into the bathroom, taking off the face mask and washing your dashing thoroughly. “pleaseee? just one more time.” he asked, coming into the bathroom.

“uh uh. we’re going to watch The Conjuring 2 like we planned to 3 days ago!” you chuckled, drying your face and looking at him with a chill smile. you gave him a small kiss on the corner of his lips, and scooted past him out to the living room.

“ji, where’s the remote?” you called, searching the couch and the floor for the remote. “you mean this remote?” jiung comes into the room holding the remote in his hand, waving it in the air. “yes that one, now give it here!”

walking up to him, you reached the remote, quickly grabbing it from his hand and running to the couch. you jumped face first and tucked the remote onto your front side to get away. “hey give me that!” he jumped on top of you, attempting to grab the remote from your own grasp.

“nope! we’re gonna watch The Conjuring!” jiung began tickling you as another attempt to remove the remote from your hands. you giggled, your grip loosening which allowed the remote to be taken. jiung pulled you up and onto him, falling back onto the other side of the couch.

you began to laugh more, looking at him as you raised your upper body up. “hi beautiful.” he smiled at you, holding you up. “I got the remote again.. if you didn’t notice.”

“yes I noticed love.” you sighed, laying on him. “can you play The Conjuring? I’m too tired to move now.” he sighed, finally giving into the movie request. “I guess..”

now you turned towards the tv, ready to watch the movie. you cuddled up against jiung, wrapping your arms around him. he did the same, bracing himself for the terrors he was about to face.

/

“hey.. that actually wasn’t that bad.. I thought you said this was a scary movie?” jiung said, chuckling slightly. he jumped a few times during the movie but it wasn’t like he was super terrified. after not getting a response from you, he called for you.

“jagi?” he listened for you again, only to hear your soft snores. “.. wow. you’re asleep.” jiung chuckled again, wrapping his arms around you to secure you in your sleep.

“sleep well beautiful.”

[osarina]

HELLOOOO priestzai anon here (priestesszai? sounds better. dazai exceeds gender he gets to be a priestess)(yaemikozai and raiden ei reader au)(are there any emojis for that. do i get lightning. 🌩️ or something.)(im sorry its the adhd) and YES she waited 500 years thats like so..... i mean okay; 500 years isn't that long for immortals, I suppose, but Dazai is so PATHETICALLY in love with reader that every second feels torturous to him. And he tells himself that its fine, he knows that he'll see her soon, but god hes yearning so bad. And then just... just imagine what hes like after he finally manages to get her out. See her again for the first time in literal decades. Oh he's absolutely losing his mind. Shes just as perfect as he remembers and also so much more, he missed her so much. He realises again what his purpose in this life was after so many years of yearning and darkness, and it's solely to worship and adore her. She's his purpose in life, his reason to live, his religion, his everything, the life source that he breathes. After all, she's his LITERAL goddess, he leads an entire SHRINE for her. They're technically equals, they see eye to eye, they respect each other the same amount, they're lovers friends, but Dazai still makes a point out of worshipping the ground she walks on. That's, like, his job, anyways. Anytime shes out in public, hes the first to bow, and the one to do it the most deeply, even as reader tells him over and over again he doesn't need to. Reader is a god and with that has great strength and would never just accidentally trip, and yet he always reaches out a hand for her to hold when she walks down stairs. Whenever shes sat on her throne in her palace, listening to her people, he's stood right besides her, kitsune tails all reaching out for her and subtly curling around her, making her look like she was sitting on a throne of pure clouds and just adding to her already ethereal, holy image. And don't even get me started on the bedroom - he'd always be so gentle, literally reverent, looking at her like she put the stars into the sky, doing everything for her and completely neglecting his needs in the meanwhile. He doesn't even care if he technically gets off or not, because seeing reader come undone at his hands is the greatest pleasure to ever exist. (Then again, that boy would probably come untouched, with how much he adores her.) He gives and gives and never takes, not once, and reader has to remind him or initiate it herself whenever she wants him to recieve physical pleasure too. Physical, because every moment he spends with her is heavenly and the greatest pleasure he could possibly feel and he could never ask for more, wouldn't dare to ask for more. hnggggg i am yearning

oh my god .... nonnie ... nonnie you have no idea how insane ur making me right now truly like ... dazai in general is sooooo enamored by his lover, worships them like they're the only holy thing in a godless world but like ... in THIS au ... where they're LITERALLY his goddess and his whole point of existence is to worship them, leads a whole shrine devoted to them .... UGHHHHH you have me so INSANE this needs to be added to the dazaiverse immediately.

AND YOUR'E SO RIGHT—dazai would 100% come untouched just from the taste of her on his tongue, could spend his whole life buried between her thighs, being the one to bring her pleasure ... nothing makes him feel so good

and can we talk about jealousy with priestesszai ... like he would be so viciously jealous of anyone who gets close to her, but at the same time, he wouldn't say anything directly to her about it. maybe he would make snide comments guised as observations but GOD the way his chest twists and turns and the way his vision goes green at the sight of anyone else near her ... sickening

[emchante]

hii em hope you're better!

divorced dad daniel - i could imagine the kid(s) making daniel and reader play hide n seek. they're not creative enough for this, so they go hide in a closet. steamy makeout and heavy groping ensues until the kids are right outside the door, oblivious, and they have to postpone the rest of it

- 🥚 🫶🏻

🥚 NONNIE MY DEARRR<333 i’ve missed you!! i have some of your asks in my inbox but i’ve been keeping them for longer blurbs/ fuller fics!! but i’m so happy to see you again<3<3 i’m doing much better, and i hope you’re well!!

as for this— LOVE IT. drabble below<3

you and daniel didn’t mean for it to get to this point. well, daniel didn’t. the idea had been in your mind all along.

you and him were causally cuddled up on the couch when his two kids came running in, standing in front of the tv and blocking the view. daniel gave them a frown, asking what was the matter.

“we want to play hide and seek!” “well, go on then,” daniel shrugged, and you nudged him because clearly that wasn’t the answer they were looking for. “daddy— you need to play with us! both of you!” his daughter exclaims, finger wagging between you both.

daniel goes to protest, telling the both of them that you and him are trying to have a little downtime, but you reply before he can.

“that sounds like a great idea. why don’t you and your brother count to 30, and we’ll go hide,” you suggest, standing up and dragging daniel up with you. his kids squeal in excitement, running off to the front door, staring at it as they start to count loudly.

you take daniel’s hand, walking him towards the closet that was just between the kitchen and the hall. you open it slowly, making sure it doesn’t squeak loudly to give away the spot, and give him a gentle shove so he’s inside. you follow along, shutting the door behind you.

the closet isn’t exactly spacious, your head is at daniel’s chest within three steps. you can barely see him, the only light coming from the thin cracks of the door’s outline. you’re able to see that daniel is looking down at you, a pondering expression.

“listen, you might not want to play, but they do danny,” you scold him, arms wrapping around his neck. you pull him down so you’re nose-to-nose, your lips ghosting over his own. daniel’s hands instinctively fall to your waist, gripping it tightly. “but, now it’s just us, like you wanted..” you whisper, lips grazing his own as you talk.

daniel can’t handle when you tease him, so he pulls your body flush against him as his lips crash onto your own. he’s kissing you hungrily, no soft, slow kisses to ease you into it. you don’t care though, hand drifting to his greying curls as you tug on them, to hear a delicious groan escape him.

daniel’s hands don’t linger long on your waist, and start to trail lower. his hands slip under the waistband of your trousers and panties, landing firmly on your ass he squeezes the soft flesh, a whine escaping you as you pull back. daniel doesn’t stop, hands kneading the skin as a string of moans leave you, loving the feeling of his rough fingerpads against you.

you grind up against him in turn, revelling in the way he’s already half hard. daniel lifts you from the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he pushes your back against the wooden panels on the wall. his forehead drops against yours, both of you panting as he continues to grope at your ass, while you buck up into his growing erection.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, moving his lips back onto yours. you don’t bother fighting the battle for dominance, as daniel’s tongue slips into your mouth, trying to taste every bit of you. “naughty girl, doing this while my kids are out there,” he pants between kisses. “fucking filthy, need to punish you later for this,” he whispers into your ear, hands harshly grabbing the skin of your ass, before moving one away to give it a smack. a teaser for later, if you will.

“fuck danny, i—” you start to beg for him, until you hear the patter of footsteps right outside the closet. you and daniel gasp, freezing in position as your heads turn to the door. you can see the shadows of where they’re stood outside the door.

“should we check in there?” “maybe.. they aren’t anywhere else..” you hear the kids converse, causing you both to panic.

daniel lets you down, pulling your bottoms up after his hands had partially pushed them down. but he’s daniel, he didn’t do it so nicely. he pulled them right up, causing you to gasp as the fabric of your panties and leggings dragged across your clit. daniel smirked at you, winking as he walked towards the door.

“better be ready sweetheart, they’re about to find us. can’t find out how much of a slut you are, can they now?”

[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

I do agree that Tulpa is a bad name for it but maybe it's not a great idea to speak on systems without fully understanding the context first, and referring to it as "white people making imaginary friends up". The name should be smth different though for sure it's ignorant as hell and just ppl taking terms that don't belong to them and malforming them

well then nonny it's a good thing i didnt speak on systems or DID or anything like that then isn't it? I was talking about white people culturally appropriating a buddhist concept and turning it into some dumbass harry-potter sounding bullshit because they feel lame calling their imaginary friend an imaginary friend. learn to read

[ahockeywrites]

Shower smut with Trent Frederic🙏🏼

Thank you nonny! As always, smut below the cut on Sundays :)

warnings: explicit!fem reader, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!)

streams of water hit your back as you engulfed yourself in the warm water. steam filled your bathroom as you distracted yourself from the shitty day that you had at work. your nose was filled with the scent of eucalyptus that came from your shower gel.

you scrubbed yourself with your washcloth, removing the exfoliating scrub that you had applied. today was an everything shower and it was everything that you needed. you had given yourself a head massage when you applied your shampoo and your conditioner was sitting in as you did the rest of the steps of the shower.

sweet sounds of your relaxing playlist came through the speaker system in your shower and you were completely distracted as you reached down to start shaving your legs. you were singing along and only noticed that trent was standing behind you when his hands found their way to your hips.

“shit,” you exclaimed, when you realised that someone was standing behind you.

“hi beautiful,” he replied, snaking one of his hands up to cup your breast. two of his fingers found your nipple and began rolling the bud between them. his lips attached themselves to your neck, pressing sweet kisses.

“didn’t have to scare the shit out of me freddy,” you groaned, pushing your hips back into his and feeling his hardening cock.

“don’t call me freddy,” he spun you around in his arms to pout at you, to which you rolled your eyes. “you don’t call me freddy.”

“why can everyone else call you freddy?” you asked as you reached up to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him under the spray of water. trent flinched slightly at the warmth of the water but then remembered that you always came out of your showers bright red and it all made sense now.

“the boys call me freddy, and you’re not one of the boys,” he explained before reaching up to grab your shower gel. you knew he used it because after his post game showers, he smelt exactly like you did.

“why can’t I be one of the boys,” you pushed him slightly out from under the water to take in his whole, toned body. visible abs, biceps for days, hands that made you think sinful thoughts.

“because i wouldn’t do this to one of the boys,” he pressed his lips to yours, nipping and sucking on your lips until you opened your mouth for him. “good girl,” he mumbled against your lips before sliding his tongue into your mouth.

he spun you both around so your ass was pressed against the cold tile, a delicious contrast to the hot body standing over you and the heat building between your legs.

large hands found their way to your ass, gently massaging your cheeks before smacking each of them. an involuntary moan left your lips at each spank but it gave you a great idea.

you pulled away from trent, who was pouting once more, but when he realised what you were about to do, his face changed. you made your way to your knees in front of him and took his cock in your mouth.

your nose brushed his pubic bone as you took deep breaths through your nose. your hands stabilised yourself on his thighs as you started moving back and forth on him and the moms and groans started leaving his mouth as if it was a prayer. he chanted your name as though it was the only thing he could say, that and all the expletives he could think of.

“fuck, beautiful,” he threw his head back to rest against the cool tiles. “just like that,” he coached by resting a hand in your hair. not forcing you down his cock, not in the shower. that was for somewhere else, he thought.

you wanted him in your mouth for as long as he would let you and when he pulled himself out of you, you returned the pouts. your puppy dog eyes were almost enough to convince trent to stick his cock back in your mouth, but it didn’t work well enough.

he dropped to his knees in front of you, encouraging you to stand up. his movements were quick and calculated and somehow he had one of your legs over his shoulder as he leant you against the tiles. the slight stubble he had from not shaving nipped at your inner thighs but it wasn’t a problem. not when his tongue was kitten licking at your wet heat.

“fuck,” you exclaimed, starting to move your hips in tandem with his mouth. trent knew what he was doing, and he knew it. he was a cocky son of a bitch but that led to more orgasms than you could count so it was acceptable.

your eyes squeezed shut as you could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. trent could feel it too and he moved his tongue circle your clit and slipped a calloused finger inside you. your legs began to shake and you started to press more of your weight into trent’s shoulders and the wall.

“ah fuck,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to get as much friction as possible.

“take it baby,” trent spoke as he sped up the movement of his finger inside you, sneaking another one in.

your breaths started to become more shallow and sped up, your head lulled to the side and as your thighs began to clamp trent’s head, you knew you were close. eyes rolled back in your head and then the coil went. it snapped into two, three, a million pieces. you came with a ferocity that you didn’t know could exist.

“fuck sweetheart,” trent stood up and kissed you. the taste of yourself on his lips was sinful and you wanted more of it. you pushed your tongue into his mouth, trying to get more of it.

trent grabbed a hold of the detachable shower head and you knew exactly what he wanted to do. he must have heard you a few nights ago trying the settings on the new shower head he had got. he spun you around in his arms so your back was flush with his hard chest, letting your body rest on his.

“open your legs baby, let’s see how much fun this little toy is,” he growled before turning the temperature down and switching to one of the more powerful settings.

you whimpered as you felt the pressure on your clit, still sensitive after your first orgasm. your body twisted and jerked as trent changed the angle of the shower head to find the one that gave you the most pleasure. it took a few attempts but when he found it, he knew that it wouldn’t take long to bring you to orgasm once more.

he kissed up and down your neck and you didn’t know where to focus. on your boyfriend who was leaving little bites on your neck or on the pressure that was building, deep in your core once more.

“let go sweetheart,” trent whispered in your ear as he increased the pressure on your clit by changing the setting. more whimpers left your mouth and you couldn’t control the babbling. no coherent sentences were formed, just words and gasps.

tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as trent kept you right on the edge for just long enough before he flicked the switch on the shower head, upping the pressure once more. your fingers curled into your palms, leaving crescent moon shapes in the soft skin.

trent watched as your body responded to the change in pressure and how your head rested on his chest as you came for a second time. you were a sight to behold. eyes blown with lust, legs shaking, neck painted with small red marks caused by him. he knew that he would be asking Jake for the box he was hiding for him sooner rather than later.

“t, baby,” you moaned as you felt him pull his cock through your spent pussy. “want more, need more.”

he understood what you meant but reached up to put the shower head back and changed the setting so that it was spraying gentle jets of water over the pair of you.

“i’ve got you, i’ve always got you,” trent reassured you as he twisted you around in his arms. “jump sweetheart.”

you obliged your boyfriend and as if it was rehearsed, he sunk himself into you. your forehead was damp with sweat and water but you didn’t care as trent leant you against the wall and started moving in and out. his movements were hard, fast and controlled and you knew that he had been on the edge for sometime.

you pushed your forehead against his before tilting your head to the side and pressing your lips together. the sound of skin slapping against skin was drowned out by your music and the water but you didn’t care. you were in your boyfriend’s embrace as he pounded into you.

you were certain that there would be tile shaped bruises on your back tomorrow but it was irrelevant. you would just be careful tomorrow, but now, now your eyes were rolling into the back of your head for the final time that night.

your walls constricted around trent’s length and he couldn’t hold back longer. his fingers tugged at the hair at your nape as he finished with groans into your mouth and a few calculated thrusts.

“next time you join me in the shower,” you gasped, “don’t scare the shit out of me.”

[intheorangebedroom]

Hi Maddie! I hope you are having a wonderful September and you are enjoying the start of autumn. This might sound obsessed or weird, but PTMY and TYBTM are seriously some of my favorite things I've ever read... ever, like I'm putting it up there with novels I've read. It is insane to me how much talent there is in this fandom. Like the Pedro girlies are literal authors, putting out works of art. For me, you are the best of the best! Obviously, both stories have me very hot and bothered lol, but it's just the way you write intimacy and relationships, the peculiarities of your characters and the world's they inhabit so brilliantly, beautifully. I'm sure you know that at times you write like it is poetry! It is so immersive and I love it deeply. My question (apologies in advance) is about writing. I was wondering if you have any tips on (a) how you have improved as a writer, like in terms of how you've been to find your style? (b) how to overcome perfectionism? I've been wanting to take a crack at some Frankie ideas I've had, but I get so weighed down by self doubt and inertia. And also, I worry it's just not original enough. Okay, sorry for the rant! I will never be as good as you OBVIOUSLY lol, but for you I am grateful. I'm so excited for the next part of TYBTM and sad we are almost halfway to the end. I'm so excited for whatever you have in store for the future. Sending you so much love and hope you're having a great day.

Hey Nonnie 🧡

I apologise in advance for the length of this answer. 

Your kindness, your generosity and your time mean everything to me. I’m the worst at expressing gratitude when I’m paid a compliment. "Compliment" doesn't cut it to qualify what you said about my stories, it’s too much, it’s so incredibly kind. You made me so soft but also so much stronger. Thank you 🧡 My first impulse upon reading your message was to throw away my phone and scream I’VE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK I’M DOING but I owe it to you to at least try to answer you. Also do you need some blood? A kidney? I have two. You name it it's yours.

I would like to start with the second part of your question, if you don’t mind. 

I have never ever thought any given piece I wrote to be perfect. At best, I think it’s not that bad, but that’s when I read it again a month after posting, because at the time I post it, it’s more like omfg if I read that shit one more time I’m gonna stab myself in the eye.” 

But life is too short for perfectionism. I’m sorry to be speaking like an old fart, but it is. You blink and it’s over. If you have a milligram of creativity in you, do not hesitate. Channel it. Create what you want, what you like. I’m serious. DO IT. Enjoy doing it. 

Self-doubt is a fucking bag of dicks. I’m riddled with it. In every corner of my existence. Every step of the way. Every word I type (not in my mother tongue…). How many times have I wanted to give up, especially during PTMY. The current tybtm chapter has fucking killed me dead. I hate it. It’s not good. Bad. But I’m forty fucking five years old and I’ll be damned if I let self-doubt and fear prevent me from achieving what I set out to do.

When I came back to tumblr in 2020, I saw numerous posts saying “you write for yourself first,” and I did not really understand what they meant. It’s nice to have an audience! It’s nice to be liked and validated! It’s nice to connect with people over something you’ve created. Musicians play live, and get a hell of a kick out of it, right? Why not us, writers? And one day, I think at the beginning of tybtm, it hit me. I understood. Fuck yeah I’m doing this for me. Because I need it. I need to tell this story. I need the satisfaction of having done it. The entire process makes me both incandescently happy and abysmally miserable, and you know what? That’s the fucking spice of life. I want both. I am alive when I write. Through the pleasure and the pain. So if you need it too, well, go for it. Don't let anyone, including you, tell you you're not good enough. Got for it.

There are 99% of chances that what you’re gonna write has already been written. So what? It hasn’t been written by you. No one sees people, life, or Frankie the way you do. Even if you write an age-old trope, even if you write the same trope over and over again in every story (me!), you’ll still bring your own precious singularity to the story, the characters, and the narration. That’s worth EVERYTHING. Please trust me. Maybe no one will like it. Maybe every one will like it. Whatever. At the end of the day, you still did what you set your heart on. I cannot stress enough how important this is. Carpe diem, baby.

Then, how did I improve as a writer, oh Nonnie, I’ve no idea. I don’t think I’m any good. I don’t think I am legitimate to give you any advice. 49.5% of the time, I think I’m too much (too gothic, too lyrical, too big with the feelings and emotions). 49.5% of the time, I think I’m not enough (not precise, concise, clear, good enough). But alright, I’ll try. For you. But please bear in mind I say all this in the most humble spirit.  

I write. All the time. In my head, in the shower, walking in the street, driving, aaaaaall the time. And then I type it down in a doc. And edit it and revise it again and again and again, until it feels smoother and/or I want to puke at the thought of having to go through it again. 

I try to take my time without panicking. If I’m stuck or in a bad mental place, I try to let it rest a bit.

My first year at uni, I studied screenplay writing. I would be unable to tell you precisely what I learned, but I think some of it is ingrained? In terms of conveying intentions through actions and dialogues (I know I tend to write pages and pages of introspection, and I swear I try to restrain myself, even if it doesn’t always translate to the doc).

Then, I’m an art vampire. I soak up everything I can, especially painting, music, and movies. I let it inspire me. I take notes on my feelings, fleeting emotions that I can’t articulate at first, and reflect and work on them until they become fully formed ideas I can inject in the writing. 

I read. A lot. And sometimes not at all when it feeds the self-doubt (comparison, you bitch!). I wait until I feel better, stronger. It may take time. 

With books/fanfics and movies, I analyse the narrative process employed. What I liked or disliked, what moved me, what didn’t. I take notes. To that effect, you can read reblogs of your favourite fics! Sometimes people reblog with some pretty neat analyses, just soak it up!

My obsession is finding the Right Word. I can spend days on the quest. A thesaurus helps. And sometimes it doesn’t. I also read my stuff out loud, because I like when it has a certain rhythm. And when the meaning of a sentence doesn’t work in a rhythm, I rework it tirelessly until it does. Fun times... 

I want to say that if you take the leap and start writing, after a while, you will feel instinctually what works for you. What feels right in terms of personal style. Maybe at the beginning you'll subconsciously write like someone else, but with practice and patience, your style will come out. If you need someone to cheer you on, I'm here.

Oh yeah because, very important, I whine to the very good angel friends in my phone whenever I’m stuck (they will recognise themselves if they read this)(okay they are @dreamymyrrh and @pedrit0-pascalit0). I forfeit all dignity and beg them for virtual hugs. I don't know what I did to deserve them.

And lastly, I have been privileged to witness the genius of Kelli ( @frannyzooey ) in the works and wow. She's it for me. Everything she writes resonates with me, so I just soak. it. up.  

So yeah. to sum it up: carpe diem and be a vampire 🦇

Hope that helps 🧡

I’m also gonna leave that here: 

Claire ( @just-here-for-the-moment ) is one of the best people I’ve been fortunate enough to meet here. She’s patient, sweet, kind, and SO FUCKING SMART. Don't be afraid to reach out.

Nonnie, again, I'm so sorry this is so long. I sincerely hope you'll find something useful in all this gibberish. If not, come back to my ask box with any question. And again, thank you 🧡 From the bottom of my broken vampire heart, thank you 🧡