#and for some reason stopped writing half way through the spicy

[antisociallilbrat]

hmmmmm richie🐰

Wilbur asking about an It character? wowowow

If Richie was a little more sober, he wouldn’t think that sounded like Bill was coming on to him but as it is he is very drunk. Okay he’ll entertain this crazy notion, it’s not like Bill can be serious anyways. “Was that a pass at me, Big Bill?”

From my Stenbroughzier one shot that one day I'll finish

Emoji wip ask game

#i started this one shot last year #and for some reason stopped writing half way through the spicy #sam answers asks #ask game #richie tozier #bill denbrough #stanley uris #stenbroughzier #stenbrough #stozier #bichie #it 2017 #it 2019

[truerhearts]

you’re mine - toji one shot

masterlist | ao3 | requests

★ warnings: very toxic, possessive af, and overprotective af toji

★ summary: (y/n) and toji are friends with benefits, until (y/n) ghosts him. While he's usually aloof and detached, he begins to grow curious, and then a bit obsessive of her whereabouts. He'll stop at nothing to get her back.

3rd person

5.5k words

mature rating (lil spicy at end but not 18+)

★ a/n: i've been sitting on this for three weeks now, writing on and off. I hope you guys enjoy

Toji wasn’t one to get worried, or jealous, or anything along those lines. His stoic demeanour meant he could remain detached, and he became quite adept at keeping people at arms length. Though lately, that was changing.

He despised the fact that he had been growing curious about (y/n)‘s whereabouts; it had been over two and a half weeks since he last heard from her, which was quite unusual. The lack of her presence had become increasingly difficult for him to ignore. It was unusual for them to go this long without contact; even if he refrained from reaching out for a few days, (y/n) typically took the initiative at some point. They had never gone this long without contact since they began their frequent rendezvous.

The agreement of their arrangement was quite clear. Casual sex, no strings attached – don’t catch feelings.

Easy enough. He’d done it a few times with other women before and it went well enough. Maintaining the friends-with-benefits dynamic was as easy for him as breathing itself.

But for some reason, (y/n) was different. He didn’t understand why he cared so much, why all the sudden he was craving her company in a way that was different than just a casual hookup.

Though for the few months they had been copulating, they had grown slightly closer, even if Toji hadn’t realized it. It was nearly impossible to meet up with someone a few times a week and not get to know them in some regard. It was mostly in the few hours where she would stay after they had sex that they would end up conversing. She was the one that initiated it, and the first time she stayed he thought it was odd - he was used to just parting ways after the deed was done. But things were different with (y/n). They both seemed to be different people after sex. They normally had a fiery relationship. They tended to get on each others nerves quite often but as soon as they would finish with each other, there was a sort of calmness in the air. They would have intellectual conversations and learn a lot about each other. She laughed at his jokes, and she told him her dreams and aspirations. He would share his as well, though he wasn’t quiet as ambitious as her. He slowly started to realize that he enjoyed spending time with her. Most nights after she left, Toji found himself questioning how he was able to open up to her like that. It ended up growing on him and he looked forward to it every time they made plans to see each other – even if he didn’t realize it.

He sat in the living room of his upscale apartment, (y/n) being the one and only thing on his mind. He stared at his phone that rested in his palm, fingers gripping the edge, a new message to her open and blank. He typed a few words: “where the fuck have you been?” Then deleted them. Then tried again: “why haven’t I heard from you?” Then deleted them, again.

He clicked his tongue and closed his phone, running a strong hand through his raven-coloured hair. The more he tried to stop thinking about her, the more she stayed in his mind. He sighed heavily, leaning back in his leather armchair. The fan whirred overhead, blowing cool air on him. It was refreshing.

He thought back to the last time he saw her as he stared up at the fan that spun hypnotically. He didn’t treat her any differently than he normally did. The only difference was she left shortly after they finished having sex, which was unusual. She’d usually stay for even just a little while. But this time she got dressed and left. He was confused, but she explained that she had to be up early in the morning and was tired from the night before. So, she left. He didn’t walk her out. He stayed in bed, bitter at the fact she was leaving so soon. He linked his fingers behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, hearing his door close signalling her departure. The silence that followed was deafening, and his abode never felt emptier.

Maybe he should have walked her out, or at least pried and asked her what was wrong. But at the time he was none the wiser. He was kicking himself for it now.

He sat up on his chair resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his head, a soft, frustrated “fuck” escaping his lips. It was bothering him. It bothered him that she left so soon after, and it bothered him that he hadn’t heard from her. He felt like he was losing control of their situation, which made him want to sink his teeth deeper into her, like a wolf on its prey, just to get a grip again.

He opened his phone once more and sent her a simple “Hey.” He closed it immediately after mentally scolding himself and regretting his decision. But there was no going back.

Now, he needed a distraction. He decided to prep for a job he needed to complete by the end of the week. He figured he might as well do it now, as if he sat in his apartment any longer, he felt he was going to go mad. He made a mental list of everything he needed and made his way around to collect it all, shoving all of it in a small duffel bag.

He just finished turning his key to lock his door when he felt his phone vibrate. His heart jumped and he pulled it out with such haste it was as if it was already ready in his palm.

“hey” she replied. Nothing extravagant, but it was a reply, nonetheless.

He dropped his duffel bag and grasped his phone with both hands, feeling like he was about to type the reply of the century. But he found it hard to formulate a proper response. He felt like he needed to tread carefully, like saying the wrong thing would send her running. He wrote a few words then deleted them again like before, then finally settled on: “I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

He put his phone back in his pocket and picked up his bag again. He made his way down the hall with determination, stopping in his tracks when he felt his phone buzz again. “Just been working lots.”

He sighed. Trying to talk to her was proving more difficult now than it ever had been.

He didn’t want to be the one to ask. He wanted her to want to see him - he needed that control back. Though there wasn’t much he could accomplish with that over text. He just needed to see her, just once. He felt he could win her back. He racked his brain on what to do. It was obvious she wasn’t going to be the one to ask.

So, he admitted defeat: “do you wanna come over tonight?” he typed. He had asked that question before, but it felt so… needy this time. He knew how it could come off, but he didn’t care, his need to see her was too great to worry about anything else right now. He was going through withdrawals, and she was his fix.

He didn’t expect her next reply.

“I’m going out with some friends later.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. He furrowed his brow as his fingers worked quickly tapping at his phone screen, still standing in the middle of the empty apartment complex corridor.

“What about after?” he replied, rather shamefully. Time seemed to stop as he watched the three dots appear letting him know she was crafting a reply of her own.

“Maybe another time.”

He wanted to crush his phone. “I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Now, he was fed up. His attempt didn’t work, and he was more upset now for texting her so desperately. He scooped his bag off the floor and rushed back down the corridor to his apartment. The job would unfortunately have to wait, he needed a plan for her.

He forced his door open, kicking off his shoes and leaving his bag by the door. He sat back down in his chair, turning on the TV just to have something to fill the silence. He stared blankly at it, not paying attention as his mind was running rampant with thoughts of why she had pushed him away so suddenly.

He thought fondly of her, the memories they had together. How good they would make each other feel, but also how they would make each other laugh and just being in each others company. His favourite thing was how she felt against his chest while his arms were wrapped around her. He wasn’t one for cuddling, but it felt right with her. He imagined tracing his hand up her body as she lied down on her side - starting on her thigh, up and over her hips, down through the curve of her waist, his hand trailing further up until he reached the nape of her neck, then tangling his fingers in her soft hair.

He then thought of her touch on his skin, tracing his muscular figure and taking her time lightly dragging her fingers across the prominent veins on his forearms and hands. She always expressed how much she loved them. He’d always called her stupid for liking something as strange as that. There were plenty of things he liked about himself: his height, his strength, and a few other things, but his veins didn’t seem like something that should be paid any mind to. But he secretly adored that she admired something about him, even if he did think it was odd.

He’d give anything to hear her say it right now.

He missed her.

Maybe it was work. Maybe she was genuinely busy. Life happens…

Or maybe she was seeing someone else…

Toji’s mind then betrayed him. He imagined her form - naked. The body he had seen so many times before and had gotten to know so well. Every soft curve, every sweet spot. He imagined her in a position he favoured, but the person she was sharing pleasure with was not him. Envy soon coursed through his veins like a toxic river; if you cut him open, he would bleed a brilliant viridian, feeling hatred towards a man who never existed.

He tried to shake these jealous feelings, but the thought of her with another man made his jaw clench and his fists ball until his knuckles were white like the snow capped mountains he would toss this imaginary man from. After tossing him, he’d command an avalanche to make sure he vanished without a trace… Perhaps that would keep him away.

His expression said it all. Blank eyes concealed a simmering rage, leaving an impression that could easily mislead those unaware. To the uninitiated observer, it might seem as though he had a personal vendetta against the TV before him.

He wasn’t going to let her slip away that easily. Not after all the time they spent together. Not after everything. She owed him for making him feel like this - for making him fall in love with her.

He knew the places she frequented, and he would show up at all of them if he had to.

-

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the city. Toji looked out from his window, scanning over the streets of Tokyo with his objective in mind.

He went to his room and got ready. He glanced at himself in the mirror, taking a moment to ensure he looked his best. He seldom obsessed over his appearance, yet tonight, he made and exception. The aftershave she had complimented him on lingered subtly, and he wore the long black sleeve crewneck that accentuated his toned physique, another detail she had previously praised.

He descended into the depths of the city, making his way to the crowded train station. He pushed past a sea of bodies, wasting no time boarding the next train that was heading to Shibuya. The doors sealed shut and the train sped off.

Emerging into the lively Shibuya streets, he walked with a measured pace, hands shoved in his pockets, and a cool expression on his face. It was a delicate balance—a façade of nonchalance masking the urgency beneath. He wanted to avoid appearing too hasty, hoping that by some twist of fate, he might casually run into her.

He tried various different places, methodically ticking off her favourite and other spots he knew she may frequent like her favourite boba, and fast-food places. His search, however, turned up nothing.

He walked by the place they originally met hoping maybe she’d be there, though he wished that wasn’t the case; he wouldn’t want that ruined by happening upon her with a date there. He took a glance inside and was almost relieved he didn’t see her there.

He tried a few other places, and she was still nowhere to be found. He tried one more place, a restaurant she had mentioned enjoying a few times to him in passing. He originally had walked by it, but his nagging intuition compelled him to check again. To his disbelief, as he peered through the window, there she was, seated near the back, enjoying dinner with... another man?

His eyes widened in stark realization. There she was, immersed in conversation, smiling and giggling, sharing sips of her drink with the animated guy who held her attention. It was a scene that struck Toji like a swift punch to the gut.

The cool guy act dissipated instantly as he wasted no time pushing the door open.  His lip curled, and brow furrowed, he bypassed the hostess who tried to stop him but wisely gave up. He bumped into a few patrons, a silent warning in his wake, who didn’t dare argue with him as he strode past. His presence was commanding, but he failed to get their attention as he approached.

They were in the middle of dinner, their meals half eaten, and their fruity looking cocktails half drank. She looked happy, but not any happier than she did when she was with Toji, which to Toji was a good sign.

“what’s going on here?” Toji interjected, again wasting no time. akin to a rapier, making it clear he was in a far-from-favorable mood. She looked up at him, eyes widening, not expecting to see her part time lover beside her table.

“T-Toji?” She stammered, caught off guard by his unanticipated presence.  

Toji couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction. “Hey,” He greeted. He was so pleased to have found her; satisfaction coursed through his being.

Her date, slightly irritated at the intrusion, directed a question at her, “Do you know this guy, (y/n)?” She was still gazing up at Toji.

Toji took a quick look at the guy, confused at how he managed to grab her attention. Sizing him up, Toji concluded that he could easily snap this guy in half if push came to shove. While Toji couldn't gauge his height, the man appeared fairly thin. It didn't matter much to Toji; in his mind, no one stood as an equal opponent, regardless of size. For her, he'd take on anyone. He turned his gaze back towards her.

“Oh…” she said, at a loss for words, still stunned to see him. “Yes, ummm.” she wiped her mouth with her serviette. “Hatori… this is Toji. Toji - Hatori.” she introduced them awkwardly. Hatori looked at Toji expectantly but received nothing in return.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Toji stated, irritation evident in his tone, pointedly ignoring the man she was sitting with.

(Y/n) was about to reply when Hatori replied for her. “We’re on a second date.”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Toji spat coldly while maintaining his hard gaze on her. She looked down and away from him, hoping he’d somehow just disappear.

“Excuse me,” Hatori interjected. “We’re kind of in the middle of something here.” Toji continued to ignore him.

“Let’s go.” Toji said sternly to (y/n). She didn't look at him, though he repeated, now growing impatient, "C'mon, let's go."

“What the fuck?” Hatori threw his serviette down. Hatori made an attempt to stand up to Toji. Not a great one, but it was still an attempt. “Look, I don’t know who the hell you are or why the hell you’re here, but you better leave us alone.”

Toji finally looked over to him. He placed his hand on the table, fingers splayed, and leaned down, so they were eye to eye. Hatori swallowed thickly, bracing himself for whatever Toji might do. “You better not be threatening me.” Toji said lowly. “Because I think between the two of us it’s pretty obvious who would win.” Toji’s eyes narrowed a bit. “I’ll break your legs.”

Hatori didn’t want to back down, but faced with Toji, who was nearly three times his size, he wisely decided to remain in the booth.

Toji stood up, pulled out his wallet, and carelessly throwed some money on the table. “Here. Dinners on me tonight.” Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the booth with such ease, as if she were just a doll. “I said let’s go.”

He dragged her through the restaurant, attracting attention from every direction. Murmurs and whispers filled the air, but she ignored them. She looked over her shoulder and gave Hatori one last look of sympathy before Toji pulled her out of the restaurant. She didn’t protest or resist, she knew it would be futile anyways. She just allowed herself to be dragged down the bustling streets of Shibuya.

They were both silent the whole way back, Toji never releasing his grip on her arm once.

-

He unlocked the door to his apartment and ushered her inside, following closely behind. She walked straight into the living room and planted herself firmly on the chair that Toji had occupied earlier.

It was only after Toji closed his door that he broke his streak of silence. He finally felt like he had regained control.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked as the lock clicked into place.

She perked up at his words and scoffed. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I reported to you at the end of the day.” He walked into the living room and leaned on the entranceway arms crossed as he soaked her in.

It was then when he finally noticed her outfit. He was too focused on getting her away from that guy and back to his place to get a good look at it earlier. It was pretty, it looked great on her. A nice pair of pants and a corset top with a small shrug on top to cover her arms, although it didn’t much to keep the cold at bay.

“Did you want to impress him with those clothes?” he smirked half-heartedly, a little pissed off that she dressed up for another guy.

“I wore this because I thought it was cute. And what do you care anyways?” she crossed her arms. “Why did you do that, ruin my dinner? And how did you even know where to find me.”

“I don’t care.” he lied. Disregarding the question of why, he continued. “And we have an arrangement. I wanted to make use of it tonight.”

“I’m done, Toji.”

He was taken aback by her words but didn’t falter. He remained where he was, leaning on the door frame. He was silent, sending her a challenging gaze. She sighed exasperated sigh when he didn’t reply.

“I don’t want to be just a quick fuck, for you or anyone else. I want something serious now.” She expressed.

“Why the change of heart?” He smirked, though he was still puzzled at everything.

She was unamused. Not wanting to explain herself further, she crossed her arms and huffed.

Toji was trying to think of what to say. He didn’t know whether to come right out and say it – tell her exactly how he’s been feeling since she left so abruptly that evening.  But he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to tell her. He just wanted things to fall into place. He wished she could just read his mind; it would make everything so much easier.

Her phone started to ring. They both knew exactly who it was.

“Pick it up.” Toji commanded, nodding a head towards her purse. His lips a flat line and his eyes carefully watched her.

“No,” she snapped, defiance burning like a fire in her eyes.

The fire was put out almost as quickly as it started. Before she knew it, he was dashing over to her. He snatched her purse while her guard was down. She tried to stop him, but he was too strong. He gently forced her back down onto the chair and snatched the purse, giving her a triumphant smile while she scowled at him. He pulled her phone out and flung the purse carelessly on the couch before answering the call.

She sat on the chair, arms crossed, spectating helplessly. He maintained his devilish smirk, lifting the phone to his ear. Any effort to get the phone back would be met with defeat so she simply didn’t bother.

“(y/n)? are you alright?” Hatori’s frantic voice spilled through the phone. Toji moved the phone away from his ear so she could listen as well. Hatori began rambling about how rude Toji was and a few other things, still not realizing who was on the other line. Toji had a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face, the scar on his lip being tugged along with it. His smug grin stretched even further when he noticed a look of embarrassment creeping up on her own. She turned away to hide it as they both listened to the frantic man on the other end of the line.

Toji waited patiently for the rambling to cease. When Hatori finally stopped, Toji he spoke in a low and controlled voice that cut through the air. “Don’t call her, don’t text her, she doesn’t want you, just leave her the fuck alone.” His eyes never left her as he spoke, intensifying the weight of his words.

Her ears perked up at his words. Something about his overprotectiveness piqued her attention. She turned her head slightly and met his eyes once more, the dark blue in them resembling a turbulent storm.

“Y-yeah? Is that a threat?” Hatori’s shaky voice responded. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Toji chuckled, a dangerous edge to his laughter. “I would be if I were you. Lose her number because if I find out you’re still trying to contact her, you won’t have any fingers to dial with.”

He promptly hung up, tossing her phone on the couch.

“I can’t believe you went on a second date with that guy.” Toji said nonchalantly.

She stared at him not uttering a single word.

Toji, sensing the weight of the moment, cleared his throat, breaking the quiet. They shifted back to their conversation, but this time, Toji's tone took on a different edge, like the flip of a switch. “How many people have you been with since the last time you were here?” he interrogated, the intensity returning to his voice.

She scoffed incredulous that he would even ask such a question. “None! what did I just say? I’m not doing that anymore.” She retorted, frustration still very evident in her tone.

“So, you didn’t fuck him?”

“No, and if I did what do you care?” she turned her head away. “You can just find someone else for this ‘arrangement’. it doesn’t have to be me.”

Toji was silent for a moment as he looked down at her. From her beautiful hair to her feminine frame, he needed every inch of her. He made a rather hasty decision. “Yes, it does.” He walked forward looking down at her on his chair.

she snapped her head back, craning it to look up at him. “What- “

“You don’t really think I’m going to let you go that easily, do you?”

Despite herself, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. In an attempt to supress it, furrowed her brow. “Are you deaf? I said, I am not having casual sex anymore. Not with you, not with anyone else.”

“My hearing is just fine.” He chuckled, condescension and allure lacing his words. “I don’t think you’re understanding what I’m saying.” He leaned down, grasping the arm rests of the chair for support as he met her at eye level “We’re not done here, do you get it?” he spoke slowly, locking eyes with her.

She could smell his aftershave.

A warmth spread across her face. His demeanor had shifted, and she fought to suppress the blush that threatened to reveal her internal turmoil. She stared into his dark blue eyes, hoping he couldn’t read her mind.

“What do you want from me, Toji?” she asked, matching his tone. He had now gotten so close she could feel his breath on her face. If they were just a few inches closer…

He thought about kissing her right there, but he still couldn’t fully gage her emotions. His eyes kept flicking from her own to her soft, supple lips.

He missed those lips.

“I want to fuck- “

“Shut up.” She cut him off. “What do you really want? You don’t just walk around Shibuya looking for someone, hoping that you’ll run into them, just for sex.” She narrowed her eyes at him, catching him off guard.

Checkmate.

Toji was speechless, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. She caught him.

He swiped his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he thought of a reply. His eyes flickered around her face until he managed to utter: “If you already know then I don’t have to say it.”

“I want you to say it.”

“I want to fuck.”

“Alright.” she swiftly escaped the cage he made around her with his arms, grabbed her purse and phone from the couch and began to make her way to the door.

As she attempted her exit, his frustration reached it’s breaking point. He wasn’t going to let her leave again. “Fine,” he growled. She felt a strong hand wrap around her upper arm and pull her back, causing her to stumble and fall back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning down and resting his chin on her shoulder. He had her pressed right up against him, the muscles of his torso being a solid support against her back.

He spoke quietly in her ear. “I missed you.” A shiver ran down her spine as the warmth from his breath graced the delicate skin of her neck as he spoke. “I don’t want to see you with anyone else. It pisses me off. I want you all to myself.”

Toji couldn’t believe the words that he was uttering. He winced at his own words, wondering how she would react. If she even felt the same.

A playful smirk curved her lips. “I didn’t take you for the jealous type, Toji.” she said in a playful tone. The way his name fell off lips her sent a jolt through him.

“Shut up… I’m not jealous.” He retorted in a low and tentative voice, but the tightened his arms around her betrayed his statement. He couldn’t tell her the rage and envy he felt when he saw them laughing together at that restaurant. He’d die before admitting it. He tightened his arms yet again at the thought, pushing his head further into her neck.  “And stop being so fucking… bratty.” He spoke against her skin.

She hummed softly. “What about our rules?”

“I don’t fucking care anymore.” he confessed, surprising even himself. The Toji she knew, the one who maintained distance and detachment, was unraveling before her.

He continued, “If the only way you’ll stay is if we drop the friends with benefits thing then we’ll drop it.” He chose his next words carefully, “I want to be with you.”

She spun around in his arms, looking up at him. “Do you even know what you’re saying right now?” She questioned in disbelief at the words he was saying. She placed her hands on his upper arms, feeling his tense muscles under her touch. “This… isn’t like you at all.” She furrowed her brow. “Are you… being honest with me?”

He didn’t want to talk anymore. He felt like he was making a fool of himself, seemingly digging himself into a bigger hole. “Can I… show you something?” He asked, his lips a straight line.

She looked at him, puzzled, but she obliged anyway. “Okay,” apprehension obvious in her tone.

“Follow me.” He said, walking through the corridors of his apartment as she followed close behind. He looked over his shoulder once to make sure she was following him. She didn’t know what he had planned, but they ended up in a   room she was quite familiar with - his bedroom. It was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the glow of the city below them.

He skillfully snaked his arm around her waist, gripping it with his large hand. He pulled her closer to him, pressing her against his solid torso.

“Toji-“she was cut off by his lips crashing down on hers.

He kissed her slowly, with a different passion than what she was used to. He was more careful and calculated. The slower pace ignited a different fire in her, one that she was unfamiliar with when it came to him. Still hungry, and needy, she could tell he craved her. His hand moved up to the base of her neck, pulling her in further.

She folded too easily, finally kissing him back, melting into his touch. He cradled her cheek in his hand before sliding it down her body. His mouth was hot against hers, his tongue gracing her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Her hands moved from his biceps to his neck, one of them making it way to the nape, grasping his raven-colored hair, silently begging for more.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he suddenly lifted her from the ground and placed her on the bed, climbing on top of her. He wasted no time connecting his lips to hers once more. His kisses were still painfully slow, the anticipation almost being unbearable for her, but they were laced with desperation.

She tugged the hem of his shirt, inching it further and further upwards until her hands soon found themselves wandering beneath, tracing the carvings of his muscles. His skin was hot to the touch. As he felt her fingers lightly gracing his body, he inadvertently lowered his pelvis to her. They both let out a soft moan as they collided, and he gripped the sheets beside her head. She could feel him press against her as her hands continued to trail up, feeling every inch of his torso. He eventually lifted his shirt off and tossed it carelessly to the floor below.

He pressed his lips to hers once more before he parted their kiss momentarily. “I didn’t know I needed you like this. I didn’t know how much I would miss you,” he whispered as his lips hovered hers. Instead of connecting them again, he made his way over to her cheek, tracing his lips over her until he met with the sweet spot of her neck. He nipped gently and lightly at her skin as she spoke.

“I wanted it to be like this all along.” She confessed breathily. She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging and gripping it as he continued to work her neck. “I wanted to be someone you actually cared about…”

He paused as the words escaped her mouth. He took his lips away from her neck, pulling away so he could look at her. She stared up at him, feeling protected like he was her shield - his arms on either side of her head. The light from the city casting the faintest warm glow on his face and body. She continued. “It’s why I always spent time with you after sex. I was hoping that eventually you’d change your mind.”

“I think it worked.” He smiled down at her, his voice low and husky. He lowered himself so his face was inches from hers again, “I’ll be honest, I think I fell for you a lot sooner than I realized.” He murmured, lips brushing against hers. “The last time you left it felt like I was missing something.” He kissed her gently. “Don’t leave like that again.” The words getting caught in the little air that stood between them. Her breath hitched in her throat as he connected their lips once again.

-

The sunlight filtered through the windows of the bedroom, gently coaxing him awake. Toji slowly stirred, eyes opening slightly when he realized he wasn’t alone in his bed.

Relief washed over him; she hadn’t left. She was sleeping peacefully beside him.

He pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body spread through his chest as she sleepily nestled closer to him.

She was still there, and he had her all to himself.

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

[fruitcoops]

hi!! been loving all your fics lately 😍

I’m wondering if you’d have fun writing something where logan and sirius (and talker? someone else?) are playing video games with the headsets on and talking to each other and then somebody steps away and accidentally leaves the headset on and the other two overhear stuff with the boyfriend(s) 👀

could be coops or o’knutzy or both, could be before everyone knows about whichever relationship or after, or both!!

Silly fluff on a Thursday! Utterly non-spicy, too :) Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Fucker.”

“From the bottom of my heart—and know that I mean this with every bit of my soul—I hope you die.”

“Oh, sh—fuck, sorry guys.”

For just a moment, their dismay harmonized. The sounds of battle ceased and the screen went dark.

Sorry, You Died.

“I mean, maybe if you two didn’t discuss half your plans in French…”

“Woah, woah, hey, come on,” Logan protested over Sirius’ indignance. In the small icon to the far right, Thomas raised his hands with a look that distinctly lacked apology.

“This is aggression against Canada,” Sirius scoffed. “Classic Americans.”

“Aggression against Canada?” Thomas spluttered.

“Yeah,” Logan chimed in, adjusting his headset over one ear as he reached for a handful of chips. “That. Totally.”

“Tremzy, if you eat those into your headset, I will crawl through the screen and suffocate you.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at Sirius’ video square and made sure his microphone was in prime position to capture the deafening CRUNCH that followed.

Twin groans answered; Thomas removed his headset with a fake gag. “That just echoed across my living room, you little weirdo,” Sirius grumbled.

“Get a headset like the rest of us, lame-ass.”

“It’s worse that way,” Thomas chimed in.

“I told you,” Sirius continued with a whine Logan wished the press could hear before lauding him as some solemn superhero. “It was supposed to be here today.”

“Oh, yeah?” Logan said mockingly, just because he could. “Where is it, then?”

Sirius groused a little more under his breath; the sound of aggressive clicking followed as he moved his character over to whale on Logan’s for a few seconds. It didn’t damage his XP too much, but Logan filed that away for later. Somebody wasn’t getting his extra tincture of healing at the next checkpoint.

The Field of Regeneration was further from their goal than he would prefer—it had taken them an hour and a half to get to the mountains the first time, but he had faith that the fourth time would be the charm. There was a saying about that, he thought. Something like it. He rolled his ankles under the coffee table as their characters moved over the hills in a pack, bracing his arches against the table leg for a better stretch. His toes popped and he grimaced; they really hadn’t moved much today. Then again, early summer was made for lazy days in front of the television with his friends.

Sirius swung by the boulder pile and collected the healing kits the same as before. Logan didn’t bother waiting for him—they had been though this section enough that he could catch up on his own. He had promised Leo they’d reach a stopping point by 6:30, anyway, and there was no chance he would pick video games over acting as a sous chef, paid in kisses.

The chirps faded as they made their way past challenges that had once been world-ending. Logan was glad they weren’t dragging this out longer, too focused on reaching the checkpoint to fuck around. It was one of many reasons he would choose Sirius and Thomas for weekend games over anyone else; they had fun, but they knew how to settle down and win.

Logan grimaced. Hockey brain was supposed to be banished until at least July.

“Let us know when your setup gets here, Cap.” Thomas’ voice startled him; he barely avoided stumbling into a ravine.

“Ouais, we’ll give it a test run.”

They were coming up on the edge of the forest, now. Logan swapped his inventory around and carefully sidestepped the spike trap he had (unfortunately and with great embarrassment) fallen for the second time around.

Sirius’ mouth twitched. “Hey, Tremz, watch your—”

“Shut up, god, I hate you so much.” Their digitized snickering filled his ears and he made sure to be on solid ground before freeing a hand to flip them the bird. “I’ll go call Sunny and Kuns to play instead. See if I care.”

“Don’t you have two boyfriends within arm’s reach at all times?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “They are on a date, if you must know. And Leo hates character games.”

“Ew, you know what kind of video games they like?” Sirius teased.

“Aren’t you literally married?”

Thomas skipped past a cursed runestone and reclined back in his seat. “I think we can all agree that I’m winning here.”

“If you were here in person, I would throw something at you for that,” Logan informed him. Did it matter that he was greatly looking forward to having Thomas around for Christmas in a few months? No. Not here, not now, not while he was within chirping range. The very lenient penalty for dating his sister had been clear from the start. Logan couldn’t let him get too comfortable.

The greatest threat to achieving their goal appeared just as they reached the base of the mountains. Logan was feeling so proud of their quick time before that.

“Which game?” Remus asked from the corner of Sirius’ frame, unloading his pockets on the side table.

Sirius tilted his chin up for a kiss to the cheek, like he had no respect for Logan’s poor, innocent eyes. “Legendborn, with T and Tremzy.”

Remus hummed. He tugged at the collar of Sirius’ shirt with one finger, biting at his lower lip. Logan’s stomach dropped through the fucking floor. “Want to come upstairs for a bit?”

“NO!”

Remus flinched hard at the resounding shout from three different voices, then burst out laughing; Sirius reddened faster and more vibrantly than Logan had ever seen. “Dear god, Loops!” Thomas sounded downright scandalized. “The man doesn’t have a headset! Give us some grace! Some warning!”

Logan wrenched his microphone closer to his mouth with a clumsy hand. “You’re paying for my therapy, Lupin.”

Remus managed to pull his face from Sirius’ shoulder long enough to stumble through part of an apology before breaking down into laughter again. “Fuck—my bad, my bad, I didn’t realize.”

“Clearly!”

“Keep your husband under control, Captain!”

Sirius turned a lecherous smile on them, then caught Remus by the front of his shirt and pulled him down to lick a long, wet, horrendous stripe up his cheek. Logan threw his controller aside and flopped backward on the couch, hands over his eyes, as hysterical laughter and Thomas’ spluttered protests filled his ears.

“I thought you two would finally be normal and boring after you got married,” he groaned, sinking deeper into the cushions. Sirius, the menace, was damn near cackling. “Can you stop being freaks about each other for two fucking seconds?”

“Nope!” Remus said cheerfully. “It’s state-sanctioned now, actually.”

“Marital bliss,” Sirius agreed. “You’re just jealous.”

Logan peeked through his fingers and found Thomas shaking his head. “T, if I ever lick one of my boyfriends, I want you to take me out behind the rink like Old Yeller.”

“Jealous,” came Sirius’ singsong answer. Remus made himself comfortable with his chin on Sirius’ head, grinning madly.

Losers, the both of them. Lame and sweet and married to a nauseating degree. God, Logan couldn’t wait for his turn. Preferably, though, it would wait until after he had logged off.

#logan tremblay #sirius black #thomas walker #remus lupin #sweater weather #vaincre #coast to coast #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #fluff #video games #coops #oknutzy #thomas walker/ noelle tremblay

[sixofpomegranates]

All of them are Eddie Munson fics since I am going through some severe brain rot because of this spicy golden retriever.

The order is random and not indicative of how much I liked them. There is no ranking, just sharing some really good pieces of work so we can all enjoy it!

10 Recommendations || 🐇 = My opinion. || Pink Color = SMUT

As You Wish (series) by @corroded-hellfire

➢ Summary: When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him.

🐇: I am OBSESSED with the entire universe. Like, really, really obsessed. Older!Dad!Eddie has my whole heart. His boys too. Brittany can go to hell. Long story short: Highly Recommended! It rearranged my brain chemistry. Oh, and it's spicy. || Not sure if it's still ongoing, but the way I am stalking the author's page I’ll sure as hell find out.

Eddie Had A Little Lamb (one-shot) by @honey-flustered

➢ Summary: Eddie is trying to be good and with your help, he could be exactly that. But Kas, on the other hand, thrives in all that is unholy and he’ll stop at nothing to bring you and Eddie to the dark side.

🐇: This rearranged my brain chemistry. I want more like this. I love this. Send me recommendations with fics like this. Jesus H. Christ.

who’s to say [pt.2] by @quinnsbower

➢ Summary: your father, jason carver, promises you one thing and can’t deliver it to you. you decide to get back at him and it him where it really hurts: eddie munson.

🐇: This is responsible for getting me hooked on older!eddie. This is the reason I will be writing an older!eddie fic. This rearranged my brain chemistry. I liked this way too much. So good. Sweet, old guy Eddie.

Caught Me Slippin’ (one-shot) by @uglypastels

➢ Summary: [modern!au] feeling insecure about your skills in bed, you decide to find someone who could help you learn. Except, when the guy actually shows up, a mistake seems to have occurred. Fortunately, you're both quite adaptable (or, at least, you try to be), and the night quickly takes off into unexpected territories.

🐇: No, because YOU hurt my feelings. You gave me an amazing one-shot with banging smut and then broke my heart. I love you and this piece, and forgive you, but damn.

Honey, I'm Home! (series) by @trashmouth-richie

➢ Summary: you were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

🐇: Obsessed, but I’d kill this menace!Eddie. I do not have enough self-control to not go to prison for ending this feral raccoon’s existence. || It's still ongoing. Eventual smut.

The Soulmates (series) by @neonghostlights

➢ Summary: Eddie Munson never thought he would be one of the lucky ones. Him being the only one in his family to be given a soulmate mark was a miracle. What happens when his soulmate is not the one he wanted? Will he be able to give up his dream girl to be with the one he’s meant to be with? Or will he just have to learn to ignore the other half of his soul?

🐇: Like it a lot. I found it through a reblog and read all the existing parts in one go. It's a Soulmate AU, the first one I read. || It's still ongoing.

You Give Love A Bad Name [pt.2] by @cinemaquinn

➢ Summary: eddie munson was a world famous rockstar. and, apparently, an asshole. but you weren't one to believe rumours, so when eddie asks to meet you, who are you to say no?

Conviction (one-shot) by @tiannasfanfic

➢ Summary: Life takes an unexpected turn when a one time fling with your best friend leads to an unplanned pregnancy. Will years of friendship be enough to build a solid marriage off of...or are you destined for heartbreak due to a wandering eye like the town rumor mill predicts?

🐇: This was so cute. Especially the ending. Yes, this was spicy. Very good.

Destructive Solutions (one-shot) by @bimbobaggins69

➢ Summary: after becoming roommates with your high school crush and finally getting out of your crazy strict parents house, you get a little too close to him and his best friend (your coworker) —but they’re straight, right?

🐇: yes. I am Steddie x f!Reader trash. I love it when the chemistry is there. And it was there. I loved this so much that I am writing my thoughts on this for the 7th time now because tumblr is a bitch.

Show Me (one-shot) by @bimbobaggins69

➢ Summary: you accidentally stumble upon your best friend/roommates porn stash, you quickly learn he’s the main star. After seeing him in ways you never have, will your friendship ever be the same?

🐇: yes. yes. You may have noticed that that's the second fic from @bimbobaggins69 That's because I found her through reblogs and since then am sure that her fics don't miss, no matter what she posts.

Seriously.

Fuck Tumblr for always deleting the last couple of sentences.

#—🫀lynn recommends #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #kas!eddie #older!eddie #husband!eddie munson #husband!eddie #soulmate!eddie

[faytelumos]

A Month of Kisses, #26

spicy (mild+?)

I had a bit of a hard time writing this for some reason. Hopefully it's good.

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Supervillain wasn't above admitting they could be a little foolish sometimes. Usually, it was in regards to Villain. They had a certain weak spot for that little shit, and they let the bastard get away with more than their share of brattiness and stupidity.

Today, however, it was not about Villain.

Supervillain sat down at their vanity table, dragging their long hands over their face. The fight today had been completely avoidable, and they really should have left long before the heroes had arrived to confront them. Supervillain looked down at their arm where it had been slashed and was still leaking black goo. They reached for their first aid kit.

They still weren't sure why they had stayed, thinking back. But once the do-gooder-duo had arrived at the warehouse, Supervillain had been doomed.

Well… not doomed. Doomed implied fate, but they'd let the whole thing happen.

Distracted was a better word.

The pair of heroes had arrived, and almost immediately, one of them had been ready to bolt. It seemed they hadn't been expecting Supervillain to be there, and the realization had scared one of them almost out of the fight altogether. A standard reaction. Even the workers at the warehouse hated seeing Supervillain, and it probably had something to do with their imposing stature and the menacing way they manipulated their shape.

But the other one….

The second hero, who had initially stood behind the first, had looked up at Supervillain and fixed them with a steady glare. They had been quiet and calm, and once the fighting had started, they had been nigh-on vicious.

They hadn't been very strong. But the effort was there.

It had given Supervillain a bit of a thrill to be opposed like that, even if the little hero had been easy enough to defeat.

Supervillain finished with their bandages and sighed. They tapped their long nails on the table. There was a burgeoning idea in their brain, and they were most likely going to go through with it, regardless of how idiotic it was.

They wanted to see that little hero again.

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Henchmen were so handy to have around. A request to the proper department and in twenty minutes they had an address. Half an hour later they were hiding in a shadow while their little hero walked along the sidewalk towards them.

In civilian clothes, the little thing looked even littler. They walked with their head down, gripping the strap of their bag, hair hanging in their face. It was unbecoming of someone who had been so ready to face off against them earlier in the day.

Supervillain stepped out into the sidewalk.

The hero flinched and looked up, stopping in their tracks, and scowled sullenly. They took a step back as Supervillain offered a smile in the sharp streetlight.

"Wasn't kicking my ass once today enough?" the hero grumbled. They were slightly nervous now. That was probably a reasonable response to being surprised by the creature that had flung you into a pallet. Supervillain offered a brief chuckle at the quip.

"I'm not here to fight," they uttered, taking a short step forward. The little hero didn't retreat. "I came to meet a hero who has captured my attention." They took another step forward.

"I'm not a hero," the little thing grumbled, holding their bag tighter but not retreating. Supervillain tilted their head.

"What do you mean?" They had come in with the costumed ninny and both had seemed rather intent on trying to stop Supervillain's operation. The little not-hero sighed, looking away briefly before turning to face Supervillain fully.

"I'm Sidekick."

Supervillain didn't react for a moment. They had… heard of Sidekick. They were new to the business, promising. All the symptoms and signs of being a careerist. Supervillain leaned forward, stretching their blackening arms to stand on four legs, getting level with Sidekick to look into their eyes. Sidekick didn't flinch, gritting their teeth and looking directly into Supervillain's black eyes.

This new information was churning dangerous waters in Supervillain's brain. Sidekick, the up-and-comer, the fresh meat, as-of-yet untouched by the grit of fighting crime and facing danger. Sidekick, the bold but naive.

Sidekick, the forbidden fruit.

If Supervillain so much as breathed the thoughts in their head, their empire would crack at the seams. Villain would be running the show in a matter of days and they'd be cut up and trapped in some keg or cask in the basement. And Sidekick. Well, if anyone thought they were involved with Supervillain, their entire career would be over before it even started.

It was wholly and unequivocally stupid for Supervillain to be as excited about the idea as they were.

They crept forward, watching Sidekick with the intent and focus of a tiger. Sidekick didn't move, though they were breathing slightly harder. Sidekick's eyes dipped to Supervillain's lips as they got closer, and in another moment, Supervillain dropped their gaze, too. Sidekick slid their eyes closed as Supervillain tilted their head.

Supervillain flinched back when Sidekick's lips shocked theirs. It was sharp and unexpected, and it even hurt a little. Supervillain tried again, expecting the static to have dissipated, and was… shocked to be zapped a second time, even harder. Supervillain drew back enough to see Sidekick's face. Their expression was spiteful. Shrewd.

That's right. Sidekick had control over electricity.

In an instant, Supervillain was gripping Sidekick by the shoulders and shoving them into the nearest wall. They sprouted long, black wings and curled them around themself and Sidekick, obscuring the little thing's view of the street. Sidekick was panting now, staring up at Supervillain with a deep uncertainty in their eyes, hands pressed to the wall behind them. But they didn't apologize or plead. They didn't even stop trying to shock Supervillain, who could feel the dull current in their shoulders.

Supervillain huffed darkly, eyes wide.

They could think of a million things to do with these powers.

They dove, bending down and tilting their head and crushing their lips to Sidekick's. Sidekick immediately reached into Supervillain's hair, zapping their scalp before grabbing fistfuls of inky hair and using it to pull themself up and closer to Supervillain. Supervillain reached up to cup Sidekick's neck, surprised again when Sidekick eagerly deepened the kiss for them, and suddenly Supervillain couldn't get close enough, stooped over as they were.

Supervillain grabbed Sidekick by the sides and hefted them up, and Sidekick clung readily to Supervillain's body, wrapping their arms and legs around them so fast it was as if they had expected it. Supervillain pressed Sidekick's back into the wall, their head now tilted slightly up, one hand tangled in Sidekick's hair.

Sidekick yanked sharply on Supervillain's hair, withdrawing their tongue and pulling away just barely enough to shock their lips. Supervillain flinched, their grip loosening, and Sidekick leaned down and latched onto Supervillain's neck. Supervillain gasped, gripping Sidekick tighter, shuddering as Sidekick bit and sucked the flesh beneath their jaw. Was it going to leave a mark? Could Supervillain even bruise there?

They deeply hoped so.

"We can't be doing this in the open," Supervillain rasped, lifting their wings higher to obscur Sidekick's face. Sidekick let go, but they grazed their lips against Supervillain's neck as they spoke, the slight touch tingling and buzzing.

"I don't live far," they panted. "But you knew that." Supervillain grinned, keeping their head tilted back.

"I'll be there shortly," they whispered hoarsely.

"Don't leave me waiting," Sidekick breathed.

#Fayte writes #supervillain x sidekick #writing #writeblr #monster x human #in a sense #tall x small #a month of kisses #barely edited #spicy

[ikeromantic]

Hey there! Can I ask for ArthurXMc. Where Arthur is getting jealous of Theo

Hmm, so this took a spicy turn. Approx. 1000 words of a jelly Arthur and his luv.

Arthur stood up from the typewriter, stretching. He stacked the page atop the others to read through later. This mystery was a good one, but he was having trouble focusing today. The dialogue kept slipping out of his head and really, there was only one cure for that. 

He took the stairs two at a time and slid into the kitchen with a big grin on his face but the room was empty. The coffee pot was cold too, and there wasn’t a speck of fudge in the pantry.

The downstairs rooms of the mansion were all pretty empty. This time of day, everyone was off doing their own thing. Usually, he’d catch his little bird dusting or putting up linens, but not today. Had she told him she was going out? Arthur didn’t think so.

Dejected, he wandered back upstairs, prepared to force himself back to writing for lack of another option. But then he heard the sweet peal of her laughter and his face split into a wide grin. 

He trotted toward the sound, but stopped at the open sitting room door. His luv was in there alright, sitting thigh to thigh with Theo, bent over something on the table. 

“You can see there, the way the brush strokes curl?”

“Yes! It’s like a bunch of little waves, all going one way.”

Theo squeezed her arm. “Good job, Hondje. Exactly. That’s how I know it’s authentic. All his paintings are like this.”

She looked over at him, eyes wide. “You’re really amazing, Theo. How do you learn all this? I don’t even know where to start.”

He tapped her nose. “By looking. Really seeing the art you like. What you like about it. How it comes together. You’ll start to notice the details and then it will seem obvious.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get as good as you.” 

“Probably not,” Theo laughed. “But I don’t mind teaching you a few useful things. Now, shall I get you a treat?”

Arthur felt an irrational surge of anger. No one touched his girl but him. Not even his best friend. He was moving toward them before he thought about it. He wrapped his arms around his little bird from behind and pulled her into a hug. “What are you up to, luv? Keeping Theo entertained?”

She gave a little squeal of surprise. “Arthur! I didn’t see you come in!”

Theo gave his friend a slow, knowing smile. “You finish your book yet?”

“Not yet.” Arthur grinned back, his expression almost feral. “But I decided I needed a bit of distraction.”

“Should I get you some coffee or chocolate? Whatever you need . . .” She turned her head enough to look at him, ready and eager to fetch whatever he needed.

She was adorable, he thought. But there was just one thing he needed and it wasn’t coffee or chocolate. Arthur picked her up, eliciting another round of surprised shrieks and quite a bit of wriggling. It only served to excite him further. “Now, now luv. You just said whatever I need. You can’t take it back a moment later.”

Theo scowled. “You’re going to knock something over. And I’m already getting a headache.”

“Then it’s good we’re leaving.” Arthur squeezed her closer, inhaling the scent of her skin, reveling in her warmth. She was his. His luv. Only his. 

“Arthur. You can’t just carry me off for no reason. Theo was just teaching me about his work and I was really - wait -” She studied his face, her eyes going wide. “Are you jealous?”

He couldn’t help the heat that rose to his cheeks, half embarrassment, and half arousal. It was impossible for him to hold her like this and not feel this animalistic hunger. It struggled under his veneer of rakish gentleman, eager to tear at her clothes and taste her flesh. To drink her blood and kiss the sweat from her brow as he buried himself in her. 

Something of his thoughts must have shown on his face because her face went hot too, and she looked away. “M-maybe you should put me down. I can still go get your snacks?”

He kissed the side of her neck and nipped her earlobe, tugging it lightly with his teeth. “Too late for that, luv. Coffee and chocolate aren’t going to come close to sating me right now.”

Arthur felt a shiver run through her body, the tell-tale tightening of her thighs and the muscles in her abdomen. “Besides . . .” He slid his hand under her skirt, teasing up her leg until he got to the clasp of her garter. “I think I need to remind you just whose pup you are.”

“You don’t really think I’d - that we - that Theo -”

He nipped her collarbone, turning her words into a breathless moan. “No. But . . . I want to make sure all of you remembers why you’re mine.” 

She turned in his grasp, enough to press a kiss to his lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly. 

Arthur let out a little, desperate mewl. “Better keep still, or we won’t make it to my room. Just imagine le Comte coming ‘round the corner to see me railing my little bird against the wall, hm? Your precious moans shaking the paintings off the walls?”

“N-not funny!” 

“Wasn’t meant to be,” he grinned, and nipped her again. 

They got to his door and he fumbled it open, then kicked it shut behind him. He set her atop his desk, sweeping papers out of the way. 

“Shouldn’t I be on the bed?” She tilted her head, curious. 

“We’ll get there,” he promised. And then there wasn’t space or breath for words because he was kissing her, biting her, loving her with everything in him. Clothes were torn, portraits fell from the walls, and books dislodged from their shelves as Arthur made love to her. There was not a spot in his room untouched by their passion, nor a spot on her lovely body left without pleasure. 

“I should take lessons from Theo more often,” she sighed, her face resting against his chest, her body limp with exhaustion. 

Arthur stroked her damp hair, “Naughty vixen. You know if you want attention, you can just tell me.”

"I should say that to you," she laughed softly. "You don't have to kidnap me. I'm all yours, anytime you want."

"Anytime eh?" Arthur grinned.

"Oooh now who's naughty?" She lightly smacked his belly.

He kissed the top of her head. "Guilty as charged."

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #arthur conan doyle #otome guys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #smut and fluff #spicy!

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

Sugarplum Sweetheart

pairing: yoongi x reader (with background jimin x oc female) rating: g genre: established relationship, christmas, fluff with the smallest touch of crack and a sprinkle of angst genre: established relationship, christmas, fluff with the smallest touch of crack and a sprinkle of angst summary: It was unthinkable. Unfathomable. Unrealistic. Yoongi would never. song: Time to Fall in Love ~ Lindsey Stirling and Alex Gaskarth an: sweetest birthday wishes to my 언니 @daydreamer-writing. i told her i was gonna write her a yoongi drabble for her birthday and here it is!! hope you enjoy jj (and everyone else who reads it :P )

"He forgot!"

"You don't know that, eonni!" Jay lightly poked your shoulder as you stomped down the sidewalk. Snow lightly fell in the city, creating a soft, lovely atmosphere, and while you were cold, your anger was keeping you warm.

"How can I not know that?!" You shot back, slightly annoyed but not surprised that Jay was still trying to stay optimistic. You two celebrated your one-year friendship anniversary a few weeks ago, and you'd learned a lot about her throughout that year.

Like how she was always soooo cheerful, even when there wasn't any reason to be.

You paused your walking for a moment to glare at the younger girl. "He. Forgot." Your hands clenched in your jacket pockets. "It's been hours. I have no calls, no texts, and I know he doesn't have a super packed schedule right now." You looked away and started stomping again so she wouldn't see the tears that were starting to prick your eyes. "Yoongi forgot."

You hoped she didn't pick up the slight tremor in your voice. Thankfully, Jay decided to stop trying to convince you that Yoongi hadn't forgotten your birthday, at least for a few minutes.

It was unthinkable. Unfathomable. Unrealistic. Okay, sure, you hadn't been dating for more than a few months at this point, but still. Jay had been talking about celebrating your birthday non-stop for at least the past two weeks. Yoongi had to know. There's no way he would have forgotten. Yoongi would never.

It was one of the things you loved about your boyfriend. You fell for his quiet but caring love language, how he showed his feelings rather than said them, how he always remembered the small things. You told him once on your second date exactly how you liked your coffee, and he's made it for you like that ever since.

So you could not understand how the day was nearly over and you still had not heard one "happy birthday jagiya" in any form from him. Jay had dragged you out hours ago to do ~fun birthday things~ but you were sure she was just trying to distract you. You loved the sweet girl, but you were tired and cold and just wanted to curl up at home with some spicy noodles and be sad.

"Jay."

"Huh."

"Jay."

"What."

"Jayyyy!"

"Y/N-eonni!"

Your lips curled up a bit at your little game; normally you'd drag it out longer until she dropped eonni entirely, but you weren't quite feeling it right now. "I wanna go home."

Jay stopped walking and looked at you. With a slight tilt to her head, she smiled and asked, "How about we go to my place instead? There's still more birthday celebration time." You groaned and looked up, closing your eyes against the cloud-darkened sky. "Come on! I'll make you your coffee, and I'll make me my hot cocoa, and we'll sit down and watch shitty Christmas rom-coms. It'll be fun!"

You didn't really want anymore of Jay's "fun", but you were a sucker for coffee. With a sigh and a muttered, "Sweet baby Jesus," you agreed and called an Uber. One fifteen minute drive (and a few bad karaoke attempts from said unholy child) you and Jay were on your way up to her and Jimin's shared apartment.

Jay and Jimin had been dating for over half a year now, and it was through them that you were introduced to Yoongi. He and Jimin had been friends for forever, and Jay (according to her) just knew she had to get you and Yoongi in the same room, and then sparks would fly. A bit fanciful for both yours and Yoongi's tastes, but she was right.

"Your perfect boyfriend isn't home, is he?"

Jay rolled her eyes as the elevator doors closed. "Jimin isn't perfect."

"He hasn't forgotten your birthday."

"He hasn't had a chance to! My birthday isn't for another two months!" She breathed out a laugh and pulled her phone from her pocket. "I'm pretty sure he's out with the guys tonight, but I'll double-check for you."

You pouted, getting a bit bad for taking your feelings out on her. "No, you don't need to do that. It's fine if he is there." Jay typed up a message anyway and hit send.

"Too late~" she smiled, "I'll know in a minute." The elevator dinged and the doors opened. As the two of you walked together down the hall, Jay's phone went off. You couldn't see the screen, but the smile on Jay's face stretched wider, the kind of smile she had when you knew she was excited about something.

"What is it?" You asked, but she ignored you. Jay simply grabbed the sleeve of your jacket and began pulling you faster to her apartment door. "Jay!"

"Come on come on come on!!" was the only response you got. Her other hand was digging around in her jacket, probably looking for her keys. She stopped right outside the door, leaving you jostled right behind her as she jammed the key into the knob.

The door opened, and despite the outside hall light coming in, the rest of the apartment was pitch black. You didn't get a good chance to see it though, as Jay tugged you in and closed the door. "Quick, shoes and jackets off!"

"You know I don't like quick, quick gives me anxiety!" Jay didn't respond this time, instead leaving you inside her doorway in the dark apartment. You heard her footsteps get farther away from you and rolled your eyes in annoyance.

"Do you not turn lights on anymore?" You asked as you removed your jacket and boots. All you got in return was her signature mischievous giggle. "Unholy child. Jay i can't see!"

"Then turn the light on!" You stumbled a few steps forward and reached out blindly, hitting your hand against the wall until you finally found the light switch. As soon as you turned the light on-

"SURPRISE!"

You were met by a large group of people, all smiling wide, with Christmas and birthday decorations littering the walls and a snack buffet on the kitchen table and counters. Jay had somehow joined the group in the dark and was standing next to Jimin; the rest of his friends were there too, and some people from work, and in front of them all...

Yoongi walked towards you, a large bouquet made of poppies and a streaming coffee cup in his hands. You watched him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw as he smiled and quietly said, "Happy birthday jagiya."

You fought against the tears forming in your eyes. You took the coffee (which felt so nice on your frozen fingers) and looked around at everything. "You... did all this for me?"

"I told you he didn't forget!" Jay shouted, which was met by several people shushing her.

"I didn't forget," Yoongi told you, "I just wanted to make your first birthday we celebrate together special. So I rounded up the guys and asked Jay to keep you busy for the day."

You peaked over his shoulder to glare at your friend. "You were in on this?!"

"Of course I was! I'm the only one who can get you out of the house!" You were going to retort but Jay continued. "Now kiss your loving boyfriend who did not forget your birthday and let's get this party started!"

You smiled against your will and looked up. Sure enough, there was a small sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. "Did Namjoon put that up?"

Yoongi laughed. "You know we didn't let him near any food or decorations." You laughed with him, then you both leaned forward. Everyone cheered.

Kissing Yoongi was one of your favorite things in the entire world. He was always so gentle with you, and his lips were always so soft. You didn't kiss for long, seeing as you had an audience, but it was enough to heal all the small cracks that you had created throughout the day.

Someone turned on some Christmas music (probably Jungkook) and someone else popped the champagne (definitely Jimin). Yoongi took your hand and fully pulled you into the warm atmosphere. There was now a permanent smile affixed to your face.

Maybe this wasn't the worst birthday you'd ever had. Maybe it was, in fact, the best.

This wasn't great but I hope you liked it! Thank you for reading! And make sure you wish jj a happy birthday!!

#bts fanfic #bts christmas #yoongi x reader #happy birthday 언니 #momma jj

[fantasy-on-parchment]

Drunk On You (pt. 1)

Evangeline x Jacks

Summary: the moment Evangeline realizes she wants jacks.

Warning:PLEASE READ. This contains alcohol because I imagine the age limit is different in the north tbh. I’ve seen snippets of TBONA where Stephanie has some pretty explicit details and dialogue. However, If I ever write smut between these characters it will be in a universe where they are BOTH 18. In this fanfic Eva is 17, so there will be nothing explicit past what I’ve heard… bc the ballad sounds pretty spicy. Although most 17 year olds engage in these activities, I don’t think any of us are comfortable seeing it online. Therefore, I will be not posting smut unless it specifically states they are both of age. If, in a writing where they are specifically 18+, you would like to have that written, please let me know. Thank you.

I do not own these characters

Tonight, Wolf Hall held a ball in honor of the New Year. It was a tradition Evangeline was not used to quite yet, but was quickly beginning to enjoy. One of the biggest events of the night was… well, drinking. Lots of it. People constantly held beverages, constantly toasted this or that, constantly fell over each other in drunken giggles.

Evangeline was no different. All it took were a few glasses of champagne… or was it vodka? She couldn’t care less. Her skin was on fire and the air was cool and she loved the way it felt when her hair brushed against her shoulders. Everything was perfect.

Especially him. Soaked from head to toe, half submerged in the pond.

Jacks had walked her out of the ball, suggesting a stroll through the garden while she sobered up in time for bed. She hadn’t wanted to leave the party, in fact there was a fellow she was having a lovely time dancing with and she found it quite rude when Jacks practically dragged her away from the man with that ever insistent glare.

She made sure he knew how much she despised being drawn away from her dance partner. And of course Jacks had his annoying, cocky response as always. And they were stood by the pond, and he wasn’t expecting it so…

She just kinda, nudged him.

And she was so fucking glad he wore white that night.

She wanted him. She wanted him so bad it was going to eat her alive.

She would never admit it if it weren’t for the alcohol swimming under her skin, making her heart thrump in her chest. It felt intimate, like it was reaching out for him, begging him…

He emerged from the crystal blue water, his clothes clinging to his soft skin. He looked at her with such a predatory gaze that she felt her stomach begin to warm. She didn’t know whether to step back or forward as he strode out of the water to her.

His shirt was so see-through she couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping at the sight of chiseled abs. She hadn’t even realized she was starring as he came to stand in front of her.

“Jacks…” it was half a whisper, almost a moan. In the morning she’d hate herself for giving his ego any sort of boost. She despised him.

No, no she didn’t. She wanted to peel the fabric from his skin, fall into his arms and let him pin her…

“Yes?” She heard the barely contained chuckle, and her eyes slowly glided up to his smirk. His dimple made her insides melt. How had she never noticed how on fire she felt with him?

She opened her mouth to speak, but she had no idea what to say. And she was in her right mind enough to know her mouth would absolutely betray her in this moment.

But her hand had a mind of its own when it reached up to his chest, her feet stumbling forward. She pictured leaving marks along his neck, scratching down—

His hand caught her wrist before she made contact, “Pet.” It was a warning, but she heard the smallest tremble in his voice that made her want to keep going.

Then the name he used processed, and she found herself whimpering, letting her forehead lean forward and land on his chest. She couldn’t breathe, her skin was on fire for a whole different reason. She bit her lip, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t speak…

“Want…” it was an escaped breathe, barely there. Maybe he hadn’t even heard it?

Then his mouth was next to her ear, his sopping hair brushing her neck, “What do you want, Evangeline?”

How was she supposed to tell the man she hated with every cell in her body that she was suddenly having the most obscene images of him carrying her back to his white silk sheets?

The thought seemed to sober something within her, and she stumbled back as if she had been burned. He let her go, and she turned away immediately. Tripping forward, “Sleep. Just sleep.”

She ignored him behind her, focusing on one foot in front of the other and not the ground getting closer and closer…

She squealed when arms wrapped around her, stopping her from falling. And there she was, against his chest once again. And once again, she was suffocating.

She starred at his neck, she couldn’t look up at him with the heat building inside her. She fisted her hands so they wouldn’t lay on his chest. She thought about the prophecy, the party inside, so she wouldn’t think about his hand on her lower back.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “maybe sleep is best, Little Fox.”

What happened next was a nightmare. Because putting an arm below her knees and pulling her against him was definitely not a good idea. Having to wrap her hands around his neck was even worse.

“I… I can walk…”

“Little Fox, I simply don’t have the patience tonight to watch you stumble up the stairs. Let me take care of you.”

Yeah, take care of me…

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes suddenly cutting to hers. Her eyes widened and she felt her face flush.

Fuck.

He shifted his arm so her head was pulled closer to his shoulder, whispering under his breath, “Fuck, indeed.”

Oh, oh my.

The journey to her room was awful. Evangeline was so overwhelmed by his scent: apples and blood. She wanted it wrapped around her, but at the same time she wanted it gone. She couldn’t do this.

Oh but she wanted it.

When he sat her down she quickly realized she was on the white sheets she’d been fantasizing about minutes ago. He had brought her to his room.

When he stepped back her body shot up without thinking, her hands reaching for his collar. She didn’t know what she was going to do, just that he couldn’t go.

When his hands landed on her hips she moaned. Close, he was so close. But then he pushed her away, and she felt the slam of rejection in her chest as she sat back down. What was she doing? Expecting his feelings to change just because hers suddenly have was so irrational. He leaned down so they were eye level, his hands on either side of her hips.

“Evangeline—“

“I’m sorry.” She looked down, suddenly shaking all over.

“Evangeline. Look at me.”

She couldn’t stop herself from obeying.

His eyes were softer than she expected, he didn’t have the menacing, mocking smirk as he spoke: “You are so, incredibly intoxicated, my love.”

Her brows furrowed, that’s what he was worried about? She couldn’t care less about the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. She inched forward, spreading her thighs to give him room, only for one pale hand to land on her knee and push them back together.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for. You’re asking for something you’ve never experienced, and you’re asking for it from the wrong person.”

Oh.

This is rejection.

His face changed instantly, she really needed to get ahold of sharing her thoughts. “No, wait—“

But she was already pushing past him, too quick for him to catch her. She felt sick. She felt disgusted with herself. She felt like she wanted to lock up in her room for weeks until Jacks found a replacement, as he’d once said.

She didn’t trip, she didn’t so much as stumble on her way to her room. She heard him behind her, and she couldn’t so much as imagine why he was still following her. Was he so worried she wouldn’t leave him alone?

He was steps behind her when she got to her door, and she was grateful that she could get inside, close the door, and lock it before he had the time to intercept. She stumbled then, stumbled back until she landed on the floor beside her bed in a heel of skirts and curls. She held her hand to her mouth as she sobbed, listening to his fist pounding on the door.

“Little Fox, open this door.” His voice was calm, but stern. And a submissive part of her wanted so badly to listen. But she couldn’t open the door, she couldn’t let him tell her it was okay when it wasn’t.

“Evangeline!” His voice grew when one of her sobs had suddenly come out louder than expected. She pulled her knees to her chest, waiting and waiting for him to give up.

It was minutes before she heard him turn around, his back slide against the door. “I’m here…” she heard him whisper.

And it was another hour, she didn’t know if he was still there or not, when she slipped off her dress and brushed out her curls. Leaving her slip on, she crawled into bed. Sleep found her quick, and she guessed she had the alcohol to thank for that.

Before her dreams found her, however, she wished and prayed that tomorrow would take its time in coming around.

#evajacks #evangeline fox x jacks #jacks fanfiction #jacks #prince of hearts #please just read it #caraval #legendary #finale #once upon a broken heart #ouabh #the ballad of never after #tbona #stephanie garber

[bardofavon]

Number 18 about the scene where they sleep together pls 😌

weird questions for writers

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

OKAY you need to know that when i first read this ask i completely misinterpreted and went 'they did WHAT???? WHEN??? did I write that???' and then i remembered that they literally slept together. like. in the same bed sleeping side by side. they did not have intercourse. i totally would have remembered that.

So anyway, now that you understand what I just went through in my brain I will definitely take you through this scene.

I can let you know right now it was supposed to be quick banter and i did not anticipate them going on about it for 3k words and for that to be the entire chapter. It just kind of came about that I just knew it had to happen. Like, they're on a fucking boat, they're sharing a room, this isn't a situation where they can continue to go on with just sleeping in a chair or on the floor indefinitely.

I'd been flirting with it for a few chapters and Kaz was at the point where he also knew it had to happen at some point. Honestly, my writing process for this was to lay down on my couch, think about how tired and overworked I am, and then write for two hours without stopping hahahaha.

This version of the Darkling that I'm creating....I want to make it clear that he is a bastard, he is always going to be a bastard, but he does care about Kaz and he's not going to cross those lines without explicit permission. But at this point he thinks it's his fucking room too and if Kaz wants something he needs to ask for it because it's honestly exhausting trying to keep Kaz from going off or getting angry at him about something so at a certain point in this chapter he's decided to stop walking on eggshells and stop having to play the constant game of guessing what Kaz wants and just make him ask.

Like, yes, the Darkling is going to compromise with Kaz. Kaz wasn't sure of this, but it's something I knew from the very start. He is unwilling to put Kaz in a position longterm where he feels physically or emotionally uncomfortable for no reason. Kaz does not know this.

But yeah, okay, the Darkling will play the game of 'what makes this man more uncomfortable, being in bed together half naked or talking about his feelings' (insane because those are both things I would personally like to do with the darkling).

When Kaz has the line where he realizes the Darkling was always planning on doing what he felt comfortable with but wanted to put Kaz in the position of having to vocalize his wants and he says 'this is what love is' he's being sarcastic but at the same time he's...not...? He has a certain respect for the Darkling in this moment and he's growing a little fond of their incapability to interact without manipulating the interaction from both sides.

Compromising to make the other person happy while also never compromising how truly insufferable you are as a person is a petty decent idea of love to him at this point, I think.

The part where they're lying in bed in the dark trying to sleep and the Darkling asks Kaz that question is something I enjoyed writing but felt sooooo nervous about putting in there because anytime I put something that blatant in the story I have to go though the 7 stages of talking myself into believing it's in character.

Kaz would never admit something like that with the lights on and he also would never have admitted something like that if the Darkling had in any way given him any push back on trying to navigate their sleeping arrangements, but I wanted to show the deepening connection between them in that Kaz is starting to trust the Darkling with more. He's no longer the scary monster under the bed, he's the monster inside.

So anyway, that doesn't exactly cover the prompt in that I'm not really talking though how it changed as much as my thought process going into why I made the choices I made, but the honest truth is that it didn't change too much from start to finish.

The changes were me going "okay and now what if" and "okay now they should" and "now they're going to talk about" and so on...I just started writing and it naturally progressed and then I went 'well this is who they are now i guess'

#a good myth is hard to kill #writing #ask meme

[monstersnmayhem]

I have been looking forward to this read ever since A Soul to Keep released on Kindle Unlimited.

And so I tried my best to go blind into this story to temper my expectations. As such, I ran into both off-putting and pleasant surprises.

Like all of my reviews, this will contain spoilers, but I try to keep them to a minimum.

The story starts right away when we meet Delora as she’s being thrown over a cliff, tied and gagged, into the Veil.

In a fit of rage, she stabbed her husband and his mistress to death when she found them in bed together. A perfectly reasonable response. But the mayor disagrees and has her left to die.

Luckily for Delora, her fall is stopped by the fox-skull Mavka that Reyne introduced in book 1. The duskwalker, once his spine reforms, decides to take the little human in and heal her; hoping that she might agree to be his bride or a quick snack. He’s not particular. To his surprise, she agrees to give him her soul, and thus, their story begins.

One of the things I enjoyed about this book was how it treated depression and trauma. As someone with depression, it was refreshing to read a character you could relate to; one who makes reckless decisions not because they are the main character and they have to move the story along, but because she could care less whether she lives or dies.

Magnar, as Delora names him, vows that he will heal her emotional scars and sets out to woo her.

I liked the change of pace in this story as well as the fun action scenes. Magnar is adorable and he tries so hard to please his bride. However, this is a sloooow burn.

Like I said in my last review, I am not a fan of Reyne’s writing style. It’s like running into a brick wall. But I found that I could ignore the writing in favor of the story.

Now to the offputting surprise, right after Magnar and Delora have sex for the very first time, spoilers, she gets pregnant.

I know, I know, the pregnancy trope is not popular and I am not a huge fan of it either. Nor am I a fan of when having a baby is the key to the healing process of someone’s emotional turmoil. Especially not when it happens 35% into the story.

Maybe that is why I had to drag myself through the last half of the book, or maybe it’s because Delora all of a sudden had a 180 character change. Depressed Delora turned into micromanaging, selfish Delora and it’s so far removed from how she is written in the beginning. One of the things I liked about the first book was that Rhea deviated from the traditional female lead with perfect morals to this morally grey, sword wielding badass. Delora is nothing like that. Despite murdering two people in the beginning of the story, she has issue with Magnar eating demonslayers that attacked them. Make it make sense. And this translates to the way she treats her baby. She throws a fit when they eat anything because it means they will get bigger. Miss girl, you know what a duskwalker is, you know they have to eat constantly to develop physically and that they need to consume humans to gain humanity, and yet she actively stunted the kid’s growth by refusing to let them be what their nature demanded.

Little things like that at the end of the book just really killed it for me. There are more that I could bring up, but I’ll leave it up to you to read.

But the spicy scenes can redeem anything. I enjoyed those quite a lot.

All in all, I’d give this book 3 out of 5 stars. Entertaining, but I really think that Reyne needed an editor to catch the multitudes of grammatical errors and fix some poor character writing. Will I read her next book? Yes, but with some apprehension. She has promised that this one will be much different than the first two, so here’s hoping!

#monster romance #ice planet barbarians #monster fucker #a soul to keep #a soul to heal #opal reyne #book review #bookish #booktok

[honestlyvan]

Goddammit @bitegore​ I was gonna write today

Rules: Answer the questions and tag nine people you want to know better.

Favorite Colour: Any warm orange tbh. I can give you the exact hex code if that helps :D

Currently Reading: Heaven Official’s Blessing book 1. I need to get back into it tbh, I stopped at an awkward point.

Last Song: Wait, let me check my MP3 player.... apparently Universale by Dolcenera? I didn’t actually listen to any music yesterday, I just put my headphones on and listened to the muffled industrial noises of my workplace instead.

Last Series: The reason I don’t listen to a lot of music at home is b/c I like the quiet, but I am currently working through TheGamingBritShow’s Silent Hill reviews. Why? .... IDK man I am scared of horror games.

Last Movie: Probably Venom: Let There Be Carnage. It was fun in a very specific stupid way, and I think it did a good job doing the thing the previous movie did but bigger. Could have benefitted from having, like, R-rating levels of blood though.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Despite being a known Spice Liker, I am actually sensitive to pepper, especially red peppers like chili, and tend to prefer horseradish, ginger and galangal, so I guess savoury wins out over spicy. The biting sensation does nothing for me, the reason I love ginger is that ginger is a flavour enhancer on the other flavours. The only correct answer is, of course, all at once.

Currently Working On: I am *checks* 9400 words wot deep into a Xenoblade 3 fic. That is, like, fully just me squeezing water from stone as far as characterisation goes, and is even looking to be canon compliant, once I change some stuff around. IDK when I’m finishing this one. It’s like writing Half a Mind all over again, it will probably take me like nine months and I will emerge at the end like “behold my magnum opus *never writes for the fandom again*”

Tagging.... @saikkunen @kermakatti @cannibalisticcutie and @moncarnetdenote (did you get tagged by someone already? I feel like you got tagged by someone already. Oh well.) and.... 🤔 @mistfather

I am aware that is not nine people but nine friends??? In this economy???

#reblog game #van's answers #thanks Red I got derailed and now Hellfic will take at least one day longer to become completed

[bookwyrminspiration]

You are like a book character thats just. Yeah what did i expect from a name like that bnfjfjfjf

Yo on the reading tho!?? I feel the revitalized pjo interest im staring at my pjo books like. Soon soon i will get to u (THO IM MISSING A FEW OF THEM AND I DONT KNOW WHERE THEYVE GONE. THEYVE BEEN STOLEN I SWEAR) i actually have been trying to read actual books again and!!! I finished one finally!!! Only took me like a month bmgkfkfk i finished call down the hawk and my local library is ab to murder me for how long ive had it-

Dude okay so i work at a movie theater right and ive wanted to see boy and the heron so badly ive just been so busy im staring at it and like ten other movies like pls i need free time. Other than that i got baldurs gate 3 and have been wandering through a world download for a minecraft series i like. And im once again cursed by my inability to finish fics so my solution is write all of it then post and now i have like two 15k wips just sitting in my notes app ive been trying to finish for like two years T-T

I've read so many books I've started to become them, and honestly? There are worst fates. I think I'd make a good like...wise character. Like the one the main character goes to when they have a question and I pull on information I don't explain how I got and set them on their quest or something. Or they discover a cursed magic item and they're like, well Quil probably knows something useful. And then I do.

Anyway! Congrats on the reading! I actually did so much reading, writing, and drawing the past week that I gave myself a headache three days in a row. Like I legit had to just sit for an hour yesterday doing nothing. I've been meaning to read Call Down the Hawk since it came out--I actually started it back then, but for some reason I only got to the part right after the crabs(?) in the dorm where Ronan gets kicked out, and then cries(?) in the garden(?). But I fully intend to return to it, I love the world of trc. And Ronan's my favorite. so.

and the pjo thing!! i've been blasting through them at the rate of about one a day just like oh my god I forgot how much I loved these. the writing style is just so fun. currently half-way through mark of athena, but I had to stop because I do this thing every year where the first book I read is a twilight book for shits and giggles, so I gotta finish life and death before I go back to it (i'm already about 3/4ths of the way done so not a huge detour).

Oh right the boy and the heron! I forgot I mentioned that--I saw it yesterday! I'll admit it did contribute to my headache, because big bright screen in a dark room is...not great. my laptop gives me headaches sometimes, but anyway. I don't think it's my favorite ghibli film, but it had a draw to it. it's quite beautiful, and it's thought provoking in its way. very ghibli-esque.

bg3!! I haven't played myself (doesn't seem my kind of game), but I will admit I did have a few moments of just being enraptured by astarion. which is so cliche of me, but what can I say? his dialogue was funny.

good luck with all of your fics though--I've got a handful that are just waiting to be edited before I post them. but the wings au and then gift exchanges took precedent, so they've been sitting a while. but! those are over now! so I plan to edit and finally post them soon. I've also got this kotlc book 1 but from fitz's pov project in the works I'm very excited to return to :)

anyway, it is very nice to hear from you tater!! giving you the biggest high five rn o7 spicy gatorade or something

#quil's queries #a-lonely-tatertot #long post #fun fact life and death is like the only twiIight book I haven't fully read before #i've read the ending but that's it #it's nearly identical (except for the ending). it's just a genderbend #and it is. wow it's an experience #though it did affirm my gender a little out of nowhere??? #one of the minor characters is named quil. and this new she/her quil is the only one who's name stayed identical #everyone else their pronouns and name changed to something else starting with the same letter #but not quil #so. name so gender neutral even smeyer acknowledges it #although there are fewer q names in the first place. but there are others. like quinn #anyway

[365elephantsoap]

EVEN ON GOOD DAYS

It was a good day. The whole weekend was shaping up nicely. It took a three page write up in Bon Appetit with them listing this place as one of the top ten best new restaurants, but I finally convinced Michael to try Baba’s Pantry. Now we can’t eat anything else for the rest of our lives. I picked up Friday night’s dinner from there and the next day we went back for hummus and cheeses and spicy pickled things. In continuing with the them of lists, we headed out on our scooters for Kitty’s Cafe, who made the list of top 50 restaurants for the New York Times. It was okay. I guess the pork tenderloin is the main reason they made that list. My option was a fish sandwich which was tasty, but it was just a fish sandwich.

After lunch, Michael led us to Mikey’s Military Surplus. The route took us through a part of town that I didn’t even know existed. At one point, Michael stopped so I could pull up next to him. He said “Honk if you want to stop to take pictures.” and then I had some serious regrets for not having my bigger camera. The road we were on ran right along side the railroad tracks that follow the Missouri river. On one side, we had tall grasses, train tracks and the occasional train. The other side of the street was lined with shotgun houses varying in shades of blues, pinks and greens. Then we came to a four way stop and on one corner was a little house with a sign that read “Welcome to East Argentine”. I beeped my horn so Michael would know that I wanted to stop. It was like we had just entered a different country.

We made it to Mikey’s, which is split. Half of it is regular work clothes with brands like Dickies and Carharrt. I found a nice pair of fleece fingerless mittens with grippy pads on the palms. The other side of the shop is devoted to military surplus. I could feel the nudge in the back of my brain as I stepped into that area. It smelled like every single military surplus store I had been into with Chris. My fingers grazed over a rack of coveralls and I thought about pulling one down and putting it on. There was a crate full of com-phone receivers that probably should have been in my basement. I did not spend a lot of time in this area and became inpatient to leave.

We stopped at a large Mercado on our way home with nothing inside labeled in english, bought a large wedge of white crumbly cheese and popsicles. Then we sat outside at a picnic table in the shade, eating our popsicles and watching families come and go. My popsicle was more shredded coconut than ice cream. The tropical taste mixed with the warmth of the day and unfamiliar surroundings, again made think for a moment that I had magically transported myself to South America. As Michael and I rode our scooters back down the road that had brought us to that area, that nudging in the back of my brain became a hard shove.

When Chris and I moved here, we knew very little about this city. So we spent our weekends just driving around with no destination in mind. We’d turn off maps and GPS and go out and get lost. It’s how we discovered so many great little Portland like places. These adventures allowed us to see that even though we hadn’t moved to the city that held our hearts, we had moved to a really cool place that was very much like the city that held our hearts. Michael’s lived here his whole life and I was able to introduce him to places he’s never heard of and all of that was because of mine and Chris’s adventures in getting lost. So while I was riding down this strange little street with railroads on one side and shotgun houses on the other side, I was struck that this, all of it, was something that Chris and I never found. At the very least, how was it that we never stumbled across Mikey’s Surplus? That shit was right up Chris’s alley.

I picked up speed as anger rose up inside me and I stewed in it for most of the ride home. Then I thought about the beauty of the day, the perfection of all the finds and the weather. I marveled at how after all this time I could still let it get to me. The things we didn’t do. Not enough time. The reconciliation of my life now without him. That’s the most difficult part, giving myself permission to have this life without him.

#good days #bad days

[thedreamlessnights]

I've found hope in a heart attack

{chapter one} - {chapter 2} - {chapter 3} - {chapter 4} - {chapter 5} - {chapter 6}

Viktor x F!Reader Modern AU (Eventual NSFW)

Synopsis: When Jayce sets up a group trip then cancels, you find yourself booked for a week and a half long vacation with the man you've had feelings for the last year. No biggie, right?

Warnings: Sexual themes (mention of a condom), but nothing too spicy. Yet.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This story will be multiple parts, and it's a bit of a slow burn! Hang in there, I promise it's worth it!

There’s something in the way Jayce Talis smiles that tells you he’s had a bad idea. It’s foolproof, really. The spark that lights behind his eyes, the haughty smile that paints his lips, and most of all, the way he looks at you and Viktor. As if he has something he desperately needs to tell you. As if he’ll die if he doesn’t.

You’ve known him long enough to recognize it when you see it, to stop the spark before he can coax it into a flame. The problem is that you can’t stop it when you don’t see it. Primarily, while you’re sitting at your desk, ruminating over your notes. Lost in the depths of your minds, only stirring when Jayce claps you on the back.

“I’ve had an idea,” he says. You promptly shut your notebook. The memories of him electrocuting himself are playing in your mind, along with some other… choice incidents. If the realm of bad ideas is a kingdom, then Jayce must sit on its throne. Unfortunately, so does Viktor.

“Hear me out,” he says, eyes darting between you and Viktor. “What if we went on a trip? A group vacation!”

And there it is - a bad idea. The basic equation of it, the small voice in the back of your head that’s telling you don’t. But most of all, the anxiety that twists in your stomach. You click your pen absentmindedly, trying to come up with a response.

The problem is that when Jayce gets an idea - whether good or bad - it consumes him, burns through him like a wildfire. What’s the right way to put this one out?

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Jayce,” you settle on. Your voice sounds weaker than you’d intended it to, but you hold his gaze firmly.

Jayce stares at you for a moment, then leans forward, his smile reminiscent of something. Ah, the Cheshire cat. Lips curling up into his cheeks almost unsettlingly.

“Why not?” he asks. “Scared of relaxing for once?”

There’s a very good reason for you not to go on a group trip. He’s sitting a few feet away from you, mumbling softly as he goes over his notes, completely and utterly lost to the world. You try very hard not to look at him, but fail - your eyes seem to instinctively flick over to him, hunched down over his desk. He doesn’t seem to have heard Jayce’s suggestion.

“It just doesn’t feel like a good time,” you answer, tearing your gaze away.

“And when is a good time?” he asks. “What we’re working on can wait a little. Come on, we all need a break from this place. I can see it just looking at you. All of us, cooped up in here all the time, we’re going crazy! I’m telling you, what we need is to relax. We need some sun for once - warm beaches! Sand under our toes! I mean, look at me! Look at Viktor!”

You do. He’s still in his trance, scribbling something down on his paper.

“It’s winter, Jayce,” you reply evenly, going back to your notes. “There’s not a warm beach for hundreds of miles.”

“Somewhere else, then. My point is that we need to get away!”

When you don’t respond, Jayce turns his attention to Viktor.

“Hey, Vik,” Jayce says, resting his hand on Viktor’s shoulder. He flashes a smile back at you, which you pretend not to see.

“Yes?” Viktor asks distantly, still scrawling over the paper. Jayce is leaning in, reading what Viktor is writing from over his shoulder. At Viktor’s glance of annoyance, he snaps back.

“I was thinking,” Jayce starts, his voice sweet, like honey, “what do you say we get out of this place and take a vacation?”

Viktor, not even bothering to look up, steadily erases something he’d just written. “And where would we find the time for that?”

“Leave that up to me,” Jayce says, confidence oozing from his words. His smile has returned, the bad idea one that makes your stomach drop.

Shit, you think.

It’s a month later that you find yourself on your knees, packing a suitcase. The buzzing in your nerves won’t go away - it’s as if bad idea bad idea bad idea is on repeat, flooding your veins with the words until they consume you. You try to fight it with what’s the worst that can happen but that doesn’t help, because you already know what the worst thing that can happen is, and how close you’ve come to it before.

Why you agreed to this trip, you’ll never know. It would have been easy to tell the two of them that you’re busy, that you can’t afford to take a vacation in the middle of a project. Jayce had been persistent, but it hadn’t taken much to persuade you to go. Then again, you’d never in a million years thought Viktor would go on a group vacation. In fact, you had counted on him not going.

Which leaves you now, with tickets to stay at a cabin in the middle of some secluded town for a week and a half, and no good reason to cancel no matter how much you want to. You haven’t had to pack for anything in years, and it’s taking you forever. There’s still some things from your last trip in your bag, things you had completely forgotten about.

A tattered old shirt, a stray sock, and… a condom.

“Won’t be needing that,” you mutter, almost bitterly. There’s a soft tap as it hits the floor behind you. Jayce wouldn’t happen - he’s with Mel, and there’s not a chance that you’d ever need or want that for him. Viktor, well, as much as you want a scenario where you’ll need a condom with him, there’s no way in hell it’d play out.

Packing is hard. It’ll be freezing out, and you’ll need warm clothes, layers that don’t seem to fit into your suitcase no matter how much you push. Your arms begin to ache from the strain, double-checking the itinerary to confirm what you’ll need, shoving item after item in and then trying your hardest to zip it. It takes twenty minutes of rearranging and a good amount of compromise before it finally sits shut, and you sink back against the edge of the bed in relief.

This trip cannot be worth all of that effort.

Your phone pings with a text, but it goes ignored as you drag your suitcase to the side, huffing when it’s finally out of the way. It’s only when you hear another text come through that you pick up your phone, and see the two messages. More importantly, you see Viktor’s name on the text, and raw emotion fills your gut. You can’t place what it is - it could be anxiety, or joy, a mixture of the two. All you know is that your hand goes numb.

Your bed is warm, and that’s where you find your comfort, tucked under the blankets as you open the message.

Looks like it will be a little bonding trip for us, eh?

Your heart flutters a little at the sight of it, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest like a hot drink on a cold night. What does it mean? It must be connected to the other text you’d gotten. Burying yourself deeper into the blankets, you find that Jayce has sent a text in the group chat. Bad news is the first thing you see, and your heart starts pounding like a drum.

“Fuck,” you murmur, opening it.

Bad news, guys. Just got called in for a family emergency, and I can’t make the trip. You guys should still go, get a break from everything! I’ll see you when you get back. Don’t have too much fun without me!

Jayce must be crazy. You and Viktor, alone for a week and a half? You can count on your fingers how many times the two of you have interacted outside of Jayce, and a good number of those still leave you flushed with embarrassment. True, they could have been worse, but those brief moments had been torture.

One particular instance pushes to the front of your mind, where Jayce had left the lab early to go on a date with Mel. You’d been so focused on your work that you hadn’t even noticed his empty seat until you looked up and put two and two together. Just you and Viktor.

You’d attempted to act natural, but couldn’t ignore the cutting silence that had washed over the lab, only disturbed by the scribbling of Viktor’s writing. When you’d tried to say something to dull the sharpness of it, you couldn’t find any words that didn’t choke up in your throat.

Eventually, Viktor had lifted his gaze from his work and very politely asked you to lend him one of the tools that was on your desk. When you’d gotten up and handed it to him, your hands had brushed, your heart thrumming so loud in your ears that you were sure he could hear it.

Then you’d gazed at him for a moment too long. You hadn’t meant to, but it was like you were frozen, locked in place, eyes flitting from the beauty mark near his mouth to the one under his eye, then straying downward. He’d lifted an eyebrow inquisitively, and you’d found yourself stepping back, breathing heavily. When you met his gaze again, there was a slight tilt to his lips, informing you that he’d noticed you staring. Of course he had - he’s a genius.

He hadn’t said anything, though. He’d just watched you, those eyes burning with an unreadable emotion as you meekly went back to your desk. You could’ve sworn that you felt the heat of his gaze on your neck after that, and it’d completely ruined your concentration - you’d finished up the little bit of work you could stand and bid him good night, pushing the door open before he could reply.

That had been agony, and it’d been short. How are you supposed to survive a week and a half?

Then you remember his text. A bonding trip, he’d called it. He really could have cancelled on you, he’s busy enough that you would have understood. Is it reading too much into it to think that he actually wants to go with you? On the other hand, he just might want to relax. The bags under his eyes have become etched into the skin. You wouldn’t blame him for wanting to sleep for once.

Either way, you won’t risk disappointing him, not when the thought of it alone sends a shooting pain through your chest. Whatever friendship is between you, you intend to keep it, even if it means some awkwardness. Maybe it’ll even be fun. A good night’s sleep is sounding more appealing by the second.

You must spend five minutes typing and retyping your response to Viktor before your impatience wins over your anxiety and you finally send out a reply that seems alright.

Looking forward to it!

#viktor x reader #viktor #viktor x reader arcane #arcane viktor #arcane #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x you #mywriting

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What is your writing advice for young people who want to write fanfiction and original stories in the near future?

If this is just Way Too Much, skip to the end (#16). My most important piece of advice is there. I also happen to think #5 is pretty good.

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1) Literally just write. Write whatever you want, and do a lot of it.

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2) You don’t have to post everything. In fact you don’t have to post anything. You can, don’t get me wrong, but it can be intimidating to sit down and think “I will now write something that other people will see and read and judge with their eyeballs.” Because that’s probably gonna lead to nerves and writer's block. Just write down the ideas that you have, the things you want to write, whatever’s in your brain that you want to explore and expand upon and make into something. And then if you want to, share it. Or don’t share it. I have plenty of half-baked ideas and documents and random story chapters and shit hidden away on my Google Drive that will never see the light of day, for a whole number of reasons. I wanted to write it but it wasn’t ~Spicy~ enough to warrant posting, or it’s only like an eighth of a good idea, or it’s like one scene with no story around it, or it’s just something incredibly self-indulgent I just wanted to write for my own enjoyment.

Point being, don’t write for other people. Don’t write so that other people can read it; write what you want, write for yourself, and then if you want to share it, do.

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3) You can pretty much ignore any and all of these for fanfiction. In fact, you can ignore pretty much any rules or guidelines you want for fanfiction. Fanfic is a sandbox. You don’t have to be a “professional writer” to post fic. No one expects you to be Stephen King or Margaret Atwood. Fanfic is just for playing in a fandom and having fun. If you wanna write a 50 chapter slow burn with very little plot aside from the OTP slowly getting to know each other, and no real stakes or central conflict, I guarantee people would read that. Really, fanfiction is the Old West of writing: lawless, wild, unpredictable, and free.

However, here are the rules you must follow:

-Separate your paragraphs. (I’m sure you know this already, but I’m gonna say it anyway just in case.) Do not post one big block of text. Make a paragraph break when someone new is talking, when the characters are in a new place, when a new event occurs that changes the scene, when a chunk of time has passed, and when there’s a major change in subject.

-I know it’s obvious, but... grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. They exist to make writing easy for readers to read, and more people will read your stuff if they don’t have to stop and try to figure out what you meant.

-Use tags and labels, as is possible with whatever site you’re using. Especially if you include possibly triggering content in your story. Again, I know it’s obvious, but it’s common courtesy. Bonus: tagging the themes and content of your story helps readers find it and read it :)

-If possible, limit the use of all-caps and exclamation marks / question marks. 99% of the time, one ! or one ? will do. If you overload the page with a lot of all-caps and long rows of exclamation marks or question marks, it hampers readability.

... That’s literally all I can think of. And, like I said, it’s all pretty basic stuff. You were probably rolling your eyes like, “Uh, yeah, Gwen, I know.” But that’s literally it. You can pretty much do whatever you want in fanfic.

That being said, here’s my advice for both fanfiction and original work...

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4) A quick and dirty rule for coming up with a plot, starting a story, keeping up pacing, or maintaining tension: figure out what dreams, desires, and goals are nearest and dearest to your main character’s heart (see #16). Then set up the main conflict to be directly in opposition to that goal. It doesn’t have to be in a tangible way, though it could be. But, if your main character wants more than anything to reach the ships on the southern coast of your world and sail to a new life, make sure the main conflict immediately prevents them from doing that - in fact, make sure to send them north. If your main character just wants to keep their loved ones safe, kidnap the loved ones. If your main character just wants to date their best-friend-turned-crush, make sure they think they have no chance - or, make them cocky about it, and make sure it makes Person B determined not to ever like them. You get it. Figure out what your character most wants, and then keep them from having that. Boom - your conflict now ties in with your character's motivation. It's like instant yeast for plots.

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5) If you’re anything like me, you want your first draft to be Good, despite all that advice about how the first draft doesn’t have to be good and it’s just to get words on the page, yadda yadda. And if you’re somewhat of a perfectionist (like myself), it’s easy to get stuck looking at a blank page because you don’t have The Perfect Words, and you want what you write to be Good the first time.

Here’s how I cheat that:

Instead of trying to write a Good First Draft from a blank page, hit the enter key a few times, skip a little down on the page, change your ink to red (or blue, or whatever - just something immediately identifiable as Not Black) and just thought vomit. Write whatever the hell you’re thinking, exactly as you think it. Don’t worry about it being readable, don’t worry about narrative flow for now, don’t worry about covering all the details, don’t worry about anything except either a) getting all the details of your idea out onto the page, whether that’s a lot or whether it’s just a sentence or two, or b) if you don’t have an idea yet, finding your way there.

Because this method is also very good for finding your way to ideas when you’re stuck in writer’s block.

Because of how human brains work, getting this stuff out onto the page - in all its messy, stream-of-consciousness glory - will likely spark more thoughts. As you write your original idea about the scene, it’ll likely spark more ideas. Creation begets creation. If you just start thought-vomiting your ideas onto the page, chances are you’ll think of more things as you go, and you’ll start filling out description or dialogue or tone or action or whatever, and pretty soon the scene starts writing itself.

Not sure where you’re going with the scene or which ideas you wanna use? Use a lot of ambivalent language in your “thought-vomit draft.” My pre-writing notes are chock-full of the words “maybe,” “perhaps,” and the phrases, “At some point...” and “...or something like that.” In this way, I don’t tie myself down to one idea; it’s just an idea, and I’m keeping it on the page in case I use it, but I might chuck it in the trash or change it or whatever.

And then, once your ideas for the scene (or story, or chapter, or whatever) are on the page, then go back to the top and start translating them into a “real” first draft. Use black ink, and start copy-pasting chunks of the thought-vomit up into the top part of the document and translating them into Draft 1. Separate out paragraphs where paragraph breaks should be. Add the correct punctuation and whatnot. Change “describe the lobby here - include potted plants, fancy carpet, blood stain, etc.” into an actual description of the lobby. Flesh it out, or condense, or whatever it needs. And if you’re still stuck, change back to red ink and ramble some more until you find a path that feels right, then plug that in. This keeps you from looking at a blank page, and it allows you to generate a kind of Draft 0.5, somewhere between a plan and a first draft.

You don’t have to use every idea. Like I said, jot down whatever comes to mind, put a “maybe” before or after it, and keep working. If the idea grabs you and you wanna keep expanding on it and exploring it, cool. If you just wanna jot it down so you don’t forget it and then move on, also cool. Red-ink draft / “thought-vomit draft” is your time to jump around in the timeline, add or finesse details at whatever point your brain moves to, etc. Don’t try to do it exactly in story order, because you will get tangential thoughts and ideas, and you will not remember to write them down five pages later when you finally get to taking notes on that scene. Trust me. On that note...

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6) Write everything down the moment you think of it. Seriously.

“I’ll remember it when I get around to writing that scene in a couple days / weeks / months (/years).”

You won’t.

Write it down.

Phone, journal, google docs - hell, my family regularly laughs at me for grabbing a napkin during dinner and scribbling thoughts down alongside pasta sauce stains.

And then, once you have it written down somewhere...

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7) Consolidate your writing ideas in one place.

Maybe this isn’t really your style, and that’s totally chill.

Buuuut, if you’re Type-A like me - or if you tend to be somewhat unorganized and you know you’ll lose track of your writing notes if they’re scattered across multiple notebooks, journals, napkins, phone notes, etc. - having one consolidated document of notes is a life saver. I keep mine on Google Docs so I can access it, add to it, and look through it for inspiration anywhere at any time. When I have one of those Shower Thoughts that I jot down on my phone or on a napkin during dinner, I set myself a reminder on my phone to type it up in my Story Ideas document later.

(Or, if the idea I had was for a story of mine that I’ve already started planning / drafting / whatever, I put it in the document for that story instead of the Big Random Story Ideas doc. You get it.)

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8) Have other ways to collect and save writing ideas, besides just writing stuff down. If you like Pinterest, make pinterest boards of your characters or stories or settings or whatever. If you’re big into playlists, make a playlist for your character / setting / story / etc. Or both. Or something else. I’m not good at drawing, but maybe you are, and maybe you like to draw your ideas. Whatever form it takes, having another way to save ideas and think about your stories is invaluable.

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9) Some writers can just start writing with no idea where the story is going, and they just kind of figure it out as they go. I envy those writers. And I do that sometimes for fanfiction, where the stakes are somewhat lower and the audience is reading more for scene-to-scene enjoyment (and to see their OTP kiss) than for a Driving And Compelling Narrative.

But here’s the thing: especially if you’re just kind of starting out, writing without some sort of plan is really, really hard, and will likely lead you into a slow, meandering narrative that will likely frustrate you.

Even if you think you’re someone that just can’t write with a plan (and again, I have the highest respect for pansters out there - I don’t know how you do it, you crazy bastards, but you keep doing you) - even if you think “I can’t work with plans, they’re too prescriptive, I just want to write and see what happens -”

Try at least making the most skeletal of plans.

Even if you have no clue what 90% of the story is, yet. That’s fine. But you need to have some idea of what you’re building to, even if that’s nothing more specific than a feeling, or a turning point for your character. Even if your entire plan for everything beyond Chapter 1 is, “At some point, Charlie needs to realize that Ed was lying to her.”

This is where those Draft 0.5 notes come in handy. Because, more than likely, working on your current scene that way will spark ideas for later scenes, which you can put down at the bottom of the document and save for when they become relevant. In my experience, the line between planning ahead and making a Draft 0.5 is exceptionally thin. One can quickly turn into the other.

If you’re really, really resistant to the idea of planning ahead, that’s okay. It’s not everybody’s style. But for the love of all that is holy, write down your ideas for future scenes, even if you’re a person that doesn’t like to plan and writes only in story order, because you will not remember that idea once you get to that scene.

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10) You don’t have to write in order.

Here’s the thing: I’m a person that can only do my Draft 1 in story order (meaning, chronological order). I just have to be in that flow; I need to write in story order for me to best channel where the character is at from scene to scene, both narratively and emotionally.

But my Thought Vomit Draft is another thing entirely. By using the brain hack of putting my notes in red (or another color, it doesn’t matter) and going down to the bottom of the document / page and taking notes there, and then integrating them into whatever plan I have, and then translating them into Draft 1 once I get there in the story - by doing that, I can get my good ideas onto the page (and expound upon them and let my muse carry me and ride that momentum while I’m in the moment of inspiration) without writing out of order.

Maybe that’s just me. But if you’re a person who really prefers to write in story order, that could be hugely helpful to you. It is to me.

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11) Emotion and motivation will do more for your story than technicalities of plot.

If your characters really care about something, and their journey through the (shaky or weak) plot is emotionally engaging, it will be a much more compelling story than a story with a “perfect” plot and unrelatable or unmotivated characters.

If your characters care about what they’re doing, and it means something to them, and their goals and actions are driven by dreams or fears or emotions that are integral to who they are, your audience will care too. If you have a perfectly crafted plot that hits all the right beats and has high stakes and fast pacing and drama - but your characters don’t connect with what’s happening in a way that’s deeply meaningful or emotional for them? You’re gonna have a hard time engaging readers.

When in doubt, prioritize character emotion and motivation over plot. Emotion is what drives story.

This power is highly exploitable. (Just look at pulp novels and shitty but entertaining movies.) You can even use it to glaze over plot holes or reinvigorate a limp narrative. Use it that way sparingly, though. It’s a band-aid, not a surgery. 

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12) Evil villains are hard to write - mostly because there are very few truly evil people in the world. (There are a few. Billionaires and several big name politicians come to mind.) But by and large, there aren’t that many evil people. There are plenty of bad people, but bad people have some good in them, somewhere in there. Trying to write an evil villain is hard, because they often turn very cartoony.

Here’s a tip: it’s much easier to write antagonists who aren’t evil. Even if they’re bad people. Of course, there’s no reason you can’t write a villain that’s just truly evil - a serial killer, or an abuser, or a billionaire, or someone who legit just wants to hurt people or blow up the earth or stay in control of an oppressed population, or whatever. But chances are, it’s gonna be really hard to make them feel real, and even harder to create a plot around them that doesn’t feel forced or contrived.

Instead, try writing an antagonist / villain whose motivations and goals directly clash with your protagonist’s - but not because they want to take over the world or see people suffer. Write an antagonist who’s chaotic good, but whose perception of the situation is completely opposite from your hero’s. Write an antagonist whose only desire is to save people, and who will do anything to achieve that goal - anything. Write an antagonist who believes in the letter of the law, and will hinder and oppose the hero’s methods even if they agree with the hero’s motivation. Write an antagonist who got in way over their head and did some things they regret, and now they don’t know how to get out, and they’re doing their best but whatever they set in motion is too powerful for them to stop now.

Write villains who are human. Write a killer who thought they were doing the right thing by taking their victim out of the equation, who vomits at the sight of the body and sobs over the grave they dig. Write a government leader who truly believes she’s doing what’s best for her people in the long-term, even if it might hurt them in the short term, and is willing to endure the hatred and belligerence of the masses if it means securing what she thinks is a better future for her people. Write a teenage bully that thinks they’re the one being picked on by the world, and they’re just fighting back, standing their ground. Write a scientist who will break any code of ethics and hurt anyone he needs to - in order to bring back his baby sister from the grave, because he promised her he’d protect her and he failed. Write an antagonist who is selfish and self-centered and capricious - because in order to survive they had to look out for Number One, and that habit ain’t about to break anytime soon.

Write villains who aren’t even villains. Write antagonists who oppose the hero because of moral differences. Write antagonists who are trying to do the right thing. Write antagonists who treat the heroes with kindness and dignity and respect and gentleness.

They don’t have to be good. They don’t have to be Misunderstood Sweethearts who “deserve” a redemption arc. They can be cruel and nasty and dismissive and callous and violent and etc. etc.

Just hesitate before you make them Evil-with-a-capital-E. Because evil is hard to write, and honestly, boring to read. Flawed human beings with goals and motivations that directly oppose the main characters’ are much easier to write and much more interesting to read.

Ask why. Why is your villain trying to take over the world? What does that even mean? Are they trying to create a Star-Trek-like post-capitalism utopia, but they know that won’t happen in a million lifetimes, so they’re trying to do it by force? Are they actually super in favor of human rights, but they got very impatient waiting for the world to do anything about poverty and war, so they decided to take it into their own hands? Are they determined to fix the world - no matter the cost? Are they terrified and overwhelmed, but committed to see it through to the end? Or - maybe they’re just doing it on a dare. Maybe they don’t really give a shit about world domination, they were just a mediocre rich white guy who decided to fuck around and find out, and now he’s kind of curious how far he can take this thing. And now he’s kind of an internationally-wanted criminal, so he’s kind of stuck living on his hidden private island in his multi-billion dollar secret base, strapping lasers to sharks’ heads for the hell of it. Gross, selfish, uncaring, and dangerous? For sure. Evil? Depends on your definition. See, now we’re getting somewhere.

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13) It’s tempting to let the plot control the characters. It’s easy to drop your characters into a situation and see how they react. But here’s the thing: that doesn’t drive plot. In fact, it bogs down pacing. Instead, try to build you plot off of your characters’ actions and decisions. Let your character build their own situation. Not to say it should go they way they wanted it to go; in fact, usually, their grand plans should go to hell very quickly. But having the characters take action and make decisions, and letting the plot develop based on that, is much easier to make compelling than making a rigid series of events and then trying to herd your characters into them.

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14) Having trouble justifying a character’s actions? Consider having them make the opposite decision, or having them approach the situation in a different way. For example: you need your character to go meet the bad guy, for plot reasons, even though there’s no way it’s not a trap. If the character goes, readers are gonna be groaning with their head in their hands, because c’mon man, that was really fucking stupid. But he’s gotta go, because the plot needs that. Two ways you might handle this: a) He knows it’s probably a trap. He decides not to go. The plot conspires to get him near the villain anyway. Or, b) He knows it’s a trap. But he needs to go, for (insert reasons here). So, he approaches it in an unexpected way. He brings backup, recruiting a side character we met earlier in the story. Or he arrives on the back of a dragon, because ain’t nobody gonna fuck with a dude on a dragon. Or he goes - early, and ambushes the villain. It may work, it may not. He may get himself kidnapped anyway. But it moves the plot along without having Stupid Hero Syndrome.

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15) This is a legit piece of advice: if all of this sounds overwhelming, literally just ignore it and write what you want. For real. Writing should be fun, and every single writer operates differently. If you’re sitting here like “I’m getting stressed just reading this,” just flip me a good-natured bird and get on with your life. I promise I won’t take it personally. Same goes for literally any other writing advice you see. Lots of rules and guidelines can very quickly make anything thoroughly un-fun. Just write. If you’re passionate about it and you do it for long enough, you’ll start figuring out the tips and tricks on your own.

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16) Here’s the best piece of advice I can give you: know your characters. More importantly, know what’s important to them. Build their personality and decisions off of that, and build your plot off of their decisions.

I see a lot of character building sheets that ask a shit-ton of questions like “What’s their most prized possession?” “Do they like their family?” “What’s their favorite food?”

And while these are good questions, my problem with this type of character building is that if you start there, with the little stuff, you’re building on nothing. IMO, to make a truly strong character (not strong like Inner Strength, strong like effective), you need a strong foundation.

Here are the things you must know about your character:

a) What are their greatest fears / deepest insecurities? And I don’t mean “wasps” or “heights.” I mean the deep shit. I mean fears like “living a meaningless life,” or “turning out just like their parents,” or “that no one will ever love them,” or “being powerless.” You may say, “But they’re really scared of wasps! They fall into a wasp nest when they were little and got stung so much they almost died!” Great! That’s a fantastic bit of backstory. They should absolutely be afraid of wasps, and that should absolutely be an impediment later in the story. But dig deeper. What about that event actually scarred them? Was it the helplessness? Stumbling around, swatting at the air, not being able to do a single thing to stop what was happening to them? Was it that they were alone, and no matter how loud they screamed, no one was coming? Was it the bodily horror of feeling themself turn into an inhuman creature as they swelled up from the stings, unable to move their fingers or face normally anymore?

And don’t forget insecurities, because those factor in, too. Are they deeply insecure about their identity? Do they believe, deep down, that they’re ugly? Did they grow up poor and they’ve always been really touchy about that? Why? Dig deep. Figure out what really, really bothers them.

b) What are their hopes and dreams? What do they truly want out of life? What do they consider the most valuable to their experience here in this thing called life? Is it the freedom to forge their own path and be independent? Is it the approval of their family or peers? Is it a home? Is it knowledge, or understanding? Spiritual fulfillment? Is it deeply important to them that they contribute to their community, or protect those they love? What do they need in order to feel truly and deeply fulfilled in life?

Figure out those two things (each one encompasses several things, btw, you don’t have to stop at just one for each), and then use that to inform how they behave and the types of decisions they make within the story. 

It also informs character behavior and personality. 

Let’s say we have a character who’s afraid of helplessness. They’re probably gonna be the person that always wants to do something, try something, no matter how hopeless the situation seems. They’d despise just sitting and waiting, probably, because it makes them feel powerless. They might even be the person that makes rash decisions and acts impulsively and puts themself in danger unnecessarily, because in their mind it’s better than being at the mercy of fate. This is one way you could use a character’s personality to inform their decisions, which in turn helps to inform plot.

Or, let’s say we have a character whose greatest fear is being left behind or forgotten. We may have a chatterbox on our hands. They might be obnoxious. They might love the spotlight, constantly vying for attention no matter the situation, because deep down they’re so afraid that they’d be forgotten otherwise. Or, it may go the opposite way. They may be so afraid of people leaving them that they’re terrified of bothering people. They don’t want to do anything that could annoy people, anything that might give people a reason to leave them. They might be exceedingly polite, quiet, accommodating. A push-over, really.

These are two nearly opposite types of personalities, both stemming from the same core fear/insecurity. You can go a lot of different ways with it. But if you build on that strong foundation, you’ll have a strong character, and a stronger plot.

Likewise, the structure of your story can and should inform the design of these character traits. If you need your characters to team up near the end, it may be impactful if you give your main character a deep fear of commitment, an insecurity about being unwanted or left behind, and make them highly value independence and freedom. That could make their team-up for the final battle very meaningful. Conversely, you can use your character’s deepest fears and desires to help design the plot. Is your character deeply insecure about voicing their opinions or taking a stand, because of trauma they faced in the past? Make them face that. Build that into the climactic third act. Give them the big inspirational speech where they stand up and talk about what they believe to be important, what they think the group should do. And then design that character arc to run through the story, giving you more handholds and stepping stones, more pieces of foundation on which to design the plot.

In this way, character should inform story as much as story informs character. It’s a feedback loop.

Bonus: if you build your character and your plot off of each other in this way, it automatically starts to build in the foundations of that emotional investment I mentioned earlier. If your character’s decisions are based on what they most want and do not want in life, you basically have your character motivation and stakes pre-built.

Note: you need to know these things about your villain, too.

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I’m genuinely sorry about the length of this, lmao. But you did ask.

Best of luck!

Edit: I forgot an important one:

17) Start when the scene starts and end when the scene ends.

What do I mean by that?

If your notes say “Danny asks Nicole out after school and majorly flubs it,” start the scene when Danny approaches Nicole after school. Better yet, cold-open the scene on “I was wondering if, you know, you’d wanna. You know. Hang out some time?”

Don’t start that morning when Danny goes to school, unless you’re gonna cover the school day in like one or two sentences. Don’t spend whole paragraphs going through the school day, unless it’s to cover other plot points first (in which case apply these same guidelines there), or if the paragraphs are there for a specific reason, like to illustrate how stressed he is and how it seems like every little thing is going wrong. Even then, trim the fat as much as possible. Expounding and describing everything Moment-to-moment is for the meat of the scenes, not the leading-up-to and coming-away-from.

Here’s my rule of thumb: study how and when movies cut from scene to scene. Movies have exceptionally strict, limited time for storytelling; they’re excellent examples of starting a scene when the plot point starts and ending when it’s over. If you can’t picture a movie showing everything you showed, start the scene later and end it earlier.

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Troublesome Brothers (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x Reader, Luke platonic.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Can you do one where a female mc is like exhausted from having to fix all the brothers problems so they're just sleeping for like a week straight. How would the brothers react? And... Maybe the undateables if you can! Thank you 😁😁

A/N: This request is great but poor MC!  I can imagine the game having an event like this. 😂

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Lucifer

Who do I need to punish!? 

Then a line of questions follows. Who would tire you out to this point? Is Devildom getting to you? Does he need to send you back to your world? What will he tell Diavolo?

Lucifer doesn't know where to start, but then Simeon hints that he and his brothers are the reason behind your fatigue.

He swallows his pride and let's guilt take over. How could he be so careless? He's supposed to be watching over you, yet...

Lucifer calls his brothers for an emergency meeting and explains the situation to them. All the demons feel guilty and decide to write an apology letter to you. 

Once you wake up, Lucifer hands you the letters and asks you to take it easy for the time being.

If any of his brothers dare to fight in front of you, he will glare them down until they shrink into a corner. 

Mammon

OH MY DEVIL, SHE IS DEAD!

Mammon runs around the House of Lamentation crying and calling his brothers while yelling that you're dead. 

All the demons drop everything and rush to your room. Lucifer checks on you while Satan hits Mammon upside the head for scaring them.

Once he learns that you're just sleeping, he calms down a bit but is still worried. 

Mammon waits for you to wake up next to your bed. He doesn't even leave the room to sleep or eat. Beel has to bring him food half-eaten food. 

When you wake up, he greets you with a bone-crushing hug and tears in his eyes. Then he asks if you're okay and what happened. He adds that he was afraid that he lost you.

If you choose to tell him the truth, he will be upset at himself for letting this happen to you. Mammon will promise that he will not cause you any trouble. 

He doesn't tell you this, but Mammon got into a habit of watching you sleep. So sometimes, at night, he sneaks into your room and sleeps there. 

Levi

NO NO NO NO NO!!! This can't be happening! 

Levi starts panicking, then freezes, then starts panicking again. Blood is rushing to his mind, and he feels dizzy. 

Did I do something to hurt her? Did someone else hurt her? Did I keep her up too late? Maybe I shouldn’t have forced her to watch me play video games the entire night! 

Levi sits against your bedframe with his knees to his chest, holding his head in his hands. 

Only when his brothers come to check on you does he learn that you are just sleeping. 

When you wake up, Levi is restlessly pacing around the room. As soon as he sees you awake, he nearly throws his arms around you but then blushes and backs away. 

"Normie, can't you take care of yourself? You had all of us worried."  

No matter how much he pressures you to tell him the reason behind your tiredness, please don’t say a word. Levi will not be able to handle the truth, so spare the poor demon.

Asmo

Oh no! My lovely sweetie is not waking up!

Asmo is truly worried about your health. Your skin will be well-rested, but not washing cleaning your skin will cause issues. 

You will no longer be tired, but your muscles will stiffen. You need to eat to survive, so not eating is going to be an issue. 

Asmo already feels wrinkles appearing on his skin from worrying so much. He asks Solomon for help, much to Lucifer's dismay. 

When you wake up, Asmo immediately apologizes to you and tells you that you need to take better care of yourself. 

"If you don't care for yourself, then you won't be able to care for us!"

Asmo becomes your partner in crime from then on. Whenever his brothers cause issues, he tries to help you, so that you don't take on too much stress. 

Satan

WHY ISN'T SHE WAKING UP? WHOSE NECK DO I NEED TO SNAP!?

His rage gets to him, and Satan nearly wipes out half of Devildom. Thankfully, Lucifer, Beel, and Diavolo are about to stop him. 

While the eldest brother searches for answers, Satan stays in your room and looks at you.

A thought crosses his mind...will a true loves kiss wake her up? Humans and angels are going to school in hell, so it's not a farfetched idea, right?

Wrong.

He kisses you, but you continue to sleep. Satan has never felt this embarrassed in his life. 

"I need to stop reading romantic novels." 

He is thankful that none of his brothers are there to witness this moment; otherwise, they won't let him live it down. 

Satan patiently waits for you to wake up, and when you do, he can't look in the eyes. One thought keeps racing in his mind: what if she finds out I kissed her while she was asleep? 

Beel

When Beel hears that you have not woken up for a whole day, he runs into your room and flings open the door so hard that it rips from the hinges. 

He tries to wake you up by shaking you, hugging you, asking you to wake up, and even offering you your favorite food. 

Beel gets so worried that he binge eats more than usual. He even eats inedible objects. 

When you open your eyes, you see Satan sitting on the edge of your bed. He tells you to hurry and get ready. 

"Beel has been eating so much that all the grocery stores in Devildom are out of food. Now, he is trying...no...I am sure he has already started eating Diavolo's castle. Only you can stop him." 

Belphie

She's not waking up? Great, I have a nap partner!

Belphie takes this chance to nap with you every day. He is worried about you, but what better way to watch over you than sleeping by your side? 

Belphie learns from Beel that the brothers are the reason for your condition. He makes up his mind that he's going to force you to nap with him daily. That way you can at least get some rest, and he can use that as an excuse to spend more alone time with you.

His brothers ask him to leave you alone, but Belphie doesn't listen to them. He doesn't want to miss this chance to snuggle with you. 

When you wake up, you see Belphie's face in front of you. He is fast asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist. 

Diavolo

She hasn't woken up in days? YOU TELL ME THIS NOW?

Diavolo drops everything and visits you. After seeing your exhausted face, he asks Barbatos to cancel all his meetings and appointments. 

The King of Demons carries you back to the castle and asks the best doctors to attend to you. On the side, he also asks Barbatos to look into the situation.

When the demon butler informs him about the reason, Diavolo isn't sure how to react. He is angry, but he doesn't want to point fingers without getting your perspective first. So, he holds back on taking action until you wake up.

When you open your eyes, you see Diavolo's large form cuddling with you. He looks like an angel a puppy while sleeping. 

Diavolo mumbles something in his sleep. Something along the lines of “(Y/N), wake up soon...I love you". 

Barbatos

Oh dear, I was hoping this would not happen.

When you last visited Diavolo's castle, Barbatos noticed that you were exhausted. He even asked if you were alright, but you brushed his concerns aside. 

It didn't take him long to learn the reason behind your fatigue, and the demon butler was unhappy, to say the least. 

After getting permission from Diav, Barbatos shifts you to the castle.  

Once you are settled in the castle, the butler sends the brothers a basket of their favorite foods along with a note saying to take care of themselves. 

The brothers are delighted to eat their favorites, but their excitement diminishes as soon as they put the first bite into their mouths. 

The flavors of the food are completely opposite; Asmo's wicked cupcake is super spicy; Mammon's spicy noodles are sickeningly sweet; Belphie's sushi has nothing but wasabi...

While the brothers are shell-shocked, Barbatos watches them through a window with a smile. 

“This is just the beginning.” He chuckles before heading back to the castle to tend to you.

Simeon

I should have stopped her from pushing herself too hard. 

Immediately comes to see you when Asmo tells him that you haven't woken up in two days. 

You told him that you were tired and hinted that your fatigue was a result of helping the brothers and worrying about them. So why didn't he stop you?

Simeon feels immensely guilty for not catching your hint. 

He asks Lucifer if he can take you to Purgatory Hall. When the demon agrees, Simeon decides to tell Lucifer the truth. 

By no means does Simeon blame the demons, but he asks Lucifer to give you a break. 

When you wake up, you see Simeon sitting on a chair next to your bed. His head resting on your bed, and his hand gently holding onto yours. 

Luke enters the room and is happy to see you awake. He tells you that Simeon hasn't slept in the past few days as the angel was too worried about you. 

Luke

SEE DEMONS ARE BAD! 

Luke is upset with the brothers and blames them for your condition. Simeon has to hold him back. 

The young angel tells the demons that you're much safer in Purgatory Hall, so henceforth, you will be staying with them. 

Luke asks Simeon to carry you back to their dorm. When the brothers protest, the angel says demons are not to be trusted.

When you wake up, you see Luke sitting next to you, watching you with sad puppy eyes.

The angel immediately throws his arms around you and says, you're in a safe place now. He also promises that neither he nor Simeon will cause you any problems.

Luke asks if you are hungry and hands you a plate of your favorite sweets. 

Solomon

Solomon is shocked and considers using a potion to wake you up. But when he sees you resting well, he reconsiders. 

As a punishment for the troubles they caused you, Solomon comes to visit you every day and causes a few mishaps here and there.

He also makes sure to irk some of the brothers Lucifer in the process. 

If Lucifer asks him to leave, Solomon taunts him by saying someone has to care for you since you're too busy sorting out OTHER people's problems. 

When you wake up, your entire room is filled with firefly-like orbs and your favorite flowers. 

Solomon greets you and gently strokes your hair before kissing your head. He immediately asks if you want to consider moving to his dorm. 

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