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jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex · 9 months

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Prompt idea: (cw scat) Eddie's always eating junk food so his stomach gets messed up on a regular basis. He starts hanging out with Steve more often, getting invited to movie nights with only the two of them. Steve just likes having a guy his age who's cool to hang out with, he's only just realizing he has a crush.

Eddie's stomach starts acting up during the movies but Eddie doesn't want to destroy the perfect pristine Harrington bathroom, he's too embarrassed to do that and too stubborn to leave before the movie finishes and make a mad dash to the nearest gas station and let loose. So he sits there on the couch, squirming and uncomfortable and doing his best to hide it, or mask it as a reaction to whatever is happening on the movie.

Steve of course notices Eddie squirming on the couch next to him. The first couple of times, he asks if Eddie needs to pee, but Eddie always says no, laughs with a little strained breath, says he's just really excited about the movie. Of course, Steve eventually realizes what it is, feels bad that Eddie doesn't feel comfortable in his home, offers again that Eddie can use the bathroom for whatever he needs, but Eddie keeps brushing it off, that he's fine.

It becomes a regular thing. Always about halfway into the movie, Steve will feel Eddie start to squirm, crossing and uncrossing his legs. Steve starts to expect it, starts to anticipate it actually, to the point where it's not even about watching the movie anymore, the night is about waiting for Eddie's squirming to start, seeing how Eddie makes it to the end of the film every time and then does an awkward little walk to the door.

Steve starts to get obsessed with it. Seeing the sweat form on Eddie's brow and nose, feeling every little shake and jitter of Eddie's body, hearing the little strained noises Eddie makes every once in a while. Steve's confused and feels guilty when he realizes it's a turn-on for him, and he has to hold a pillow in his lap once Eddie's squirming starts, even subtly ruts against it sometimes, almost comes once when Eddie's stomach makes a loud rumble and he clutches it with a pained desperate little groan.

Maybe once, he does just come right there from all of Eddie's squirming and noises, and that's how they discover it's a thing for them both, because Eddie's obviously noticed that it's a turn-on for Steve, been teasing him the whole time. Then Steve gets to tease him back.

same anon from before btw loved your fic so much - 🎱

first, thanks! i very well may "clean up" that other post and stick it on AO3-- it sort of grew legs, shouldn't be too hard to expand into a full-er fic.

this is A+++ excellent. I am always here, first and foremost, for the desperation, and this is d r i p p i n g with that potential.

also, eddie, your whole heart is showing, man. how much must you like this dude to be willing to put yourself through this all the time?? XD <3

Also also, what must the poor gas station attendants think, this one young rocker guy showing up, like clockwork, absolutely bursting, frantic for the bathroom key. like, if ever Eddie doesn't make it, makes it out of the Harrington House but then looses it while driving, or, god, maybe even before... and just goes straight home for the cleanup since it's too late... like, gas station person is DEFINITELY gonna know, gonna guess, when Eddie doesn't show up. XD (lol that actually make me think about Steve working the retail job at the place Eddie regularly stops into when desperate...)

Maybe Steve resists jerking off about it for a while, feels guilty getting off on his friend's discomfort, esp if he's still got shit to work through re: his sexuality... like, it creeps in around the edges sometimes, thoughts of Eddie, but he mostly successfully keeps it packed away, doesn't look too hard at why he's always so Goddamn horny after Eddie leaves... and anyway, who's in complete control of what they think of on the verge of orgasm anyway...

But then there's the night where Eddie doesn't even pretend to be casual as he gets up to leave the second the movie is done, and Steve lets him go, of course, not even really worried about whether Eddie can tell if he's hard because Eddie is clearly so absorbed in what his body's doing...

and Steve Watches, not quite closing the door, as Eddie immediately drops his mask of being fine, and stiffly makes his way down the front steps and drive to his van. Eddie pulls up his key, and opens the door, but freezes as he starts climb in. Steve watches as eddie clutches his abdomen with one hand, and grips his door for all he's worth with the other... and then bends his knees a little and Very Obviously just loses it, right there in Steve's drive.

Steve doesn't know if he should go out there, offer to help Eddie clean up? but 1. Eddie clearly didn't want to shit at Steve's house, badly enough where this was the better option, which makes Steve feel pretty terrible... and 2. Steve's so hard he's not sure he could even string a sentence together, let alone wade through whatever ocean of crap (ha) eddie's got going on in his head.

After a long moment of Steve, torn, trying not to, like, hump his fucking doorjamb and Eddie shitting his goddamn brains out in Steve's drive, Eddie finally finishes, or gets to a pause point or something, and with a furtive glance that makes Steve glad he'd mostly closed the door, Eddie goes around to the back of his van, walk making it pretty obvious what just happened, and comes back with a towel. He more or less pours himself into the driver's seat, very obviously wincing, and drives off.

Steve closes the door the rest of the way, makes it about three steps, and then gives up and shoves his hand down his pants and comes in about two seconds, right there in the hall.

Well fuck.

Eddie stays away for a week, after that, fucking Mortified, even if he doesn't think Steve saw. Happily, his Uncle was already at work, and his mess mostly remained contained for the drive back, but he was so worried it still smelled he practically offed himself (and dustin, when he drove him one day) with little scented trees (and he'd gotten such a knowing look from the dude working the register at the gas station that he's wondering if he should start frequenting another one).

But then there's steve with his big brown eyes and hopeful face and the movie he's got just came out, eddie, i snagged it for us before we shelved it and Eddie's coward days are behind him, so, like, he's gotta go.

And, inevitably, halfway through the movie... He's gotta go.

what the fuck is his life, that this keeps happening? He's tried not eating for a while before, but that just makes him a hangry asshole, which isn't fun for either of them, and he's tried eating just immediately before, or with steve, but his guts still get fucked.

He was stopping at the gas station to shit before getting to steve's for a while, but it never hits until later, so he just sat there like an idiot twiddling his thumbs...

He preemptively took immodium once, and it stopped him up for like a fucking week and then he tried to undo it with laxatives and that was a fucking mistake.

evidently it's just his lot n life to only hang with Steve while also trying not to ruin Steve's pristine couch in his pristine living room next to his unbelievably fucking pristine bathroom.

Eddie shifts uncomfortably and waits for the predictable you good, man? wanna pause?

Steve has obviously long-since figured out that Eddie usually needs a bathroom, but is a freak about it, and Eddie has weighed up the pros and cons.

He's clean and polite and has class and will not bomb the harrington's fancy fucking powder room or whatever. if he... if he has to explode first, he's not gonna do it.

if he has to shit his fucking pants in the driveway.

Eddie has a solid reputation as a freak. Suggestions that he was a kinky motherfucker were common in school.

Maybe Steve will just, what, start to think he has a fetish? and stop fucking asking.

Eddie waits for the offer of a bathroom...

but steve doesn't offer.

A wave of cramping hits Eddie, and his breathing speeds up, and he squirms a little to keep control.

But Steve doesn't say anything, even though eddie can fucking feel eyes on him.

instead, out of the corner of his eye, Eddie notices Steve squirming.

Does he also need to use the bathroom?

But then, a few moments later, Steve reaches over for a throw pillow... and sets it on his lap.

Eddie has not been on a lot of dates around throw pillows... but... there's only one reason he can think of to make a move like that. right?

maybe not. Maybe harrington's arms were just tired or- oh fuck-

Eddie's hit by the next wave, and fuck it's a lot of pressure. he feels himself break out into a sweat as his guts twist and he holds himself rigidly still, trying not to let it show on his face.

and he sees harrington squirm too, and... and press down with his hand, and up with his hips.

Is Steve humping the pillow?

... fuck, does steve have a fetish?

Eddie's stomach makes a horrible growl with the next wave, and he lets out a little involuntary gasp.

and steve's hips give an aborted jerk next to him.

when the movie ends, Eddie is exceedingly desperate, but also curious, so he does his best to hang around.

He doesn't get up, and Steve doesn't get up, or move the pillow, until finally something has to give (before Eddie's sphincter).

Eddie awkwardly gestures at his water glass and oh-so-carefully gets up, and heads for the kitchen. As he leaves the room, he tilts his head a little, so his hair falls forward, shielding his face, and he peeks back in time to see Steve stand up and shove his hand down his pants, in the most clear and classic example of Adjusting oneself Eddie has ever seen.

Once they're both in the kitchen, steve's shirt falls low enough to obscure his groin, so Eddie, desperate to know (and desperate for a few other things)... intentionally drops his glass on the mat, hoping for the best.

"oh fuck," he says, as it rolls off, and he moves to follow.

"let me get you a new one, " steve replies.

Eddie crouches down to retrieve his glass, and immediately has to sit on his heel fuck fuck bad idea... but when he looks over, there steve is, stretching up, shirt lifting, and fully hard dick on display through his pants, clearly having been tugged up, to snug under his waistband, out of the way.

fuck.

Eddie does not shit himself, crouched there on the harrington's kitchen floor.

instead, he plays it like he notices his lace was undone, until he's got control back, stands up, and invents a reason he's got to get home.

he makes it to the van, but he knows it's gonna come out the second he stands up again, so he doesn't even stop at the gas station, doesn't even try, just heads straight for their trailer and, yeah, absolutely starts filling his shorts as he climbs out, and lets himself in.

acceptable loss, for finding out about harrington.

now what the fuck is he going to do about it.

#steddie kink fic #scat desperation #asks #prompts #i'm totes down for more #but this was getting a bit unweildly for a tumblr draft #excellent ideas tho anon #please feel free to kick more my way #fuck yeah

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villanevehaus · 1 year

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☕️ + the implications of tools built on large language models (e.g., chatGPT) for writing/authors

tme anon because of course

hi tme anon <3

ngl i did have to look up what chatGPT and the like were and although i will admit that i am a little biased with a hesitancy toward ai in general, im so new to the use of it in this specific setting i feel like im not informed enough to have an opinion one way or the other yknow? it's a really complex issue that involves a lot of different factors, etc. i did watch a few youtube videos (drew gooden's, and two by kurtis conner) that explored content creation with the use of ai and they touch on an aspect that i agree with in terms of proper execution being lacking without human oversight/editing.

i DO think that the use of ai in the field of translation has annihilated translator's jobs and compromised genuine translation, tho, which sucks. AI is fast and easy, hiring a proper translator is not.

send me ☕️ + [topic] and i’ll tell you my opinion on it!

#ask games #tme anon #you always have such excellent ask prompts and questions ty

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sugar-plump-gal · 2 years

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13/31 "You ever just have a sudden moment of clarity while sitting on the couch watching TV with friends? Pearl has that realization about her constant defusion caused weight. ...Eh, she can change back tomorrow."

13. bigger than expected 31. cuddling, gentle groping, soft chubby affection

She honestly hadn't noticed a thing until then- No matter how much she ate, or how rarely her clothes fit, or how many things her ass broke, it just never crossed her mind!

Then, a few weeks after her and Amethyst fused, they all got together to watch a movie Peridot had recommended. It was only halfway through, while Pearl was on her fifth bowl of popcorn, that she looked down and saw Amethyst cuddled up to her, using her stomach as a pillow while they watched their movie. Garnet, who Pearl herself was cuddled up against, had her arms wrapped around the pale gem's midsection, arms pressed between her belly and lap. Peridot, who'd been talking the entire time from her spot in Garnet's one lap, had her back leaning against Pearl's stomach while she rambled over the film's dialogue. Even lapis, sitting on the floor, had positioned herself so that she could press her head back against Pearl's gut.

If there was anything that could snap Pearl out of a daze it was the other Crystal Gems, and last time she checked, there wasn't usually enough Pearl to go around like this! Now there was enough for three to use as a pillow, for Garnet to hold, and still enough room for the bowl sitting on top of her belly!

She knew what'd happened in a heartbeat and, just as quickly, accepted it. She was a bit annoyed the others didn't make her aware prior to this, but... Well, it wasn't THAT bad. Being cuddled like this was pretty nice, and food was satisfying once she got over the less pleasant parts of it...

Eh. She can undo this whenever, but who knows when she'd get to try it again? Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

#anon #ask #drabble #Hey anon? EXCELLENT prompt combo #fucking genius

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 27 days

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Since you've done a mini ask with winged Mc how do you think the M6 would react to a winged Mc that doesn't take proper care of their wings?

I.E Mc should be preening them weekly but only does it when they feel as uncomfortable as they look. Having ruffled, bent, and broken feathers

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a Winged MC

~ put a spin on this so I could apply it to the vesuvia weekly prompt, hope you enjoy it anon friend! ^.^ ~

-- to set the scene --

You like having wings. You really do, but sometimes you wouldn't mind forgetting about them for a bit. Just putting them away, where they can't catch on door frames or whip into people's faces or make you wince every time the sensitive feathers snag on something. Folding them out of sight and being able walk around without the stares is so nice, it becomes your new normal.

Until one day, the pain that's been slowly twisting knots into your shoulders and back becomes too much to bear, and you pull your wings out for the first time in months. They're crushed. Ruffled. Just looking at them is the stuff of nightmares.

Thankfully, your beloved seems to think they're the stuff of daydreams.

Julian

He'd known that something was wrong with your back - the only other person he knows with that many knots in their shoulders is himself - but he'd had no idea it was because of this

Why didn't you say anything? Did you think you'd be asking him for too much work?? Don't you know that taking care of you and seeing you depend on him makes him the happiest man alive???

Rummaging through his overstocked medicine cabinet, rambling between self deprecation for not noticing more and nerding out on winged human anatomy

Doesn't think to ask if it's okay to help until he's already seated behind you, reaching for your wings and realizes your closeness

Excellent at wing care once you tell him what he needs to know, his eyes and hands are trained for spotting physical issues and delicately treating them. He touches you like he's cherishing you

Can't stop daydreaming about how romantic it would be if you ever saved him like this, swooping through the air and snatching him from a burning pirate ship where he'd been held hostage ...

Asra

They'd been the one to teach you about how to manage your wings, and they'd been hinting at maybe taking care of them sooner, but they'd also done their best not to interfere

Approaching you quietly with a pained but sympathetic look on his face, bringing you the stuff you need and telling you however bad it is, you'll fix it together

Has the softest touch, running their warm hands over your shoulders and back as they work through your feathers, easing the pain both in your wings and through your muscles

The funny thing about his daydreaming tendencies (and goodness, does he love to spend time doing that -) is that when he's relaxed, he mumbles

Which is how you begin to hear all kinds of muttered whispers about how gloriously soft they are, how much they just want to hold you in their arms while you shroud them in your wings

All wrapped up in a tiny, feathery, world of your own, with nothing in your shared space but each other - MC, why are you blushing??

Nadia

Let it be known that this Countess is the queen of self-care and values it so highly that she sets aside a weekly budget for it

Which is why seeing your state is enough to horrify her

Your wings! Your glorious wings, they're in such poor shape, you must be in so much pain, her darling deserves so much better

She's dragging you to her private bath. She'll put you in a robe that lets your wings loose and set you up for an afternoon of recovery

Her perfectionist tendencies make for a thorough preening. She'll sit with you between her knees, carding through your wings feather by feather, straightening each one

And with the top quality products from her own personal stash, you slowly begin to glimmer in the sunlight through window

It captures your Countess's attention, making her linger over each feather and cover your wings in loving touches

She wants to see you glorious - she wants to cover you in fabrics and adornments so fine you look like you've stepped from a stained glass window, her own angel on earth

Muriel

He knows you have wings and he'd falsely assumed that the reason for never seeing them was because you didn't want to risk him crushing them with his big, clumsy hands and rough touch

(Note: his hands are not clumsy and his touch is actually quite delicate, he just needs help believing that he's not a danger to you)

Thankfully, the painful state of your wings when he sees them causes enough concern to override his anxiety

He'd be lying if he said you didn't remind him of a very tired, gorgeous bird who's been roughed up by a bad storm

Starts by silently bringing you everything you need, and then standing watchfully nearby until you invite him to help you

He's cared for wings before (though never ones this big, or attached to a human) and he doesn't need much help to get started. Feeling your feathers between his fingers is grounding

He keeps seeing visions of you at peace, the sunlight between the leaves dappling your wings as you walk through the trees, his own heart in the forest bringing beauty and wholeness into the world

Portia

Her first reaction (to someone who doesn't know her well) is anger

How could you do this to yourself? You have the most beautiful wings, they're such a big part of you, and you neglected them like this?? How dare you cause yourself this much pain -

All while she bustles around you, pulling out every product you could need and plenty of other comforting items, pulling up a stool behind you and rolling up her sleeves like it's her calling

She'll figure things out as she goes if she needs to, so don't even think about trying to tell her that you'll handle it yourself

With her background in Vesuvia's version of cosmetology, she understands quickly what you need to get done and already has the skill set to do so. Her hands are fast, thorough, and gentle

The longer she works with you, the more excited she gets. How often are you supposed to care for them? How high can you fly? How sensitive are they? Can she keep one of your feathers?

Soon she's telling you snippets from her favorite novels, about flying together through the sky, an angel and their lover

Lucio

He doesn't really notice how bad your wings are at first, because he's busy being briefly jealous. How come you get to have them and not him? He could totally be trusted with wings!

It's only as he pouts a little closer and gets a better look at the pained look on your face (and the frankly terrible state of your feathers) that he shifts from annoyance to concern

You're the best thing in his life, MC, why aren't you treating yourself like it? Why would you neglect such an awesome thing?

He gets your reasons, but he's also asking right away if he can help

(Because he loves you and he doesn't like seeing you in pain, but also because he really, really wants to touch them, please let him touch them they looks so cool and soft and ... safe?)

It's the safety that gets to him. When you nod and let him sit behind you, literally watching your back, showing immense trust and vulnerability by letting him hold your wings

He wants to know what it's like to hold onto that safety, the brief respite from violence, securely hidden behind your wings ...

#vesuvia weekly #nightmares & daydreams #ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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redheadspark · 4 months

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Can you write that Druig x Fem!eternal!reader have a fighting training moment, he tease her little bit during that so...😏 just fluff

A/N - Hey! Sorry for taking so long, I had to finish my prompt session! This was amazing to write, thanks for requesting this, anon!

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Summary - Druig knows how to talk, but you know how to fight.

Warnings - Some teasing and some fluff :)

“Again.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, do it again,”

You eyed him as he was making fists at his sides, his icy blue eyes were watching you like a predator who was eyeing his game. To him, he probably thought this was a game, which made sense since he was the one who wanted to spar with you and learn how to fight. Properly fight, in his words.

But for him to ask you? That threw you off since you knew you weren’t the best fighter amongst all the Eternals. That was left to Thena, she made fighting look so easy and almost like a dance. Even Gilgamesh was better at fighting than you were, with his brute strength he would knock a boulder back as if it were a flower petal.

Druig was no fighter, being the mind reader of you all he stayed out of the physical fights against the Deviants. He could control a crowd of humans instantly with a simple gaze, so there was no real need for him to get his hands dirty.

But he was intrigued and wanted to learn, which is what brought him to you one afternoon on the Domo before you were going to go on patrol with Gilgamesh.

“You just wanna….learn?” You asked him, seeing him fold his hands behind his back and simply give you his signature smirk and a shrug.

“Better to prepare myself in case it’s needed,” He replied smoothly, you giving him a suspicious look. Druig was always mysterious to those around him, whether he tried to be or not. There was always something hidden within him that no one could pinpoint, and this was one of those instances. You looked from him to Gilgamesh, who simply shrugged and chuckled as you looked back at Druig.

“Why me?” You asked, seeing him smirk at you as his eyes drilled into yours.

“I heard you’re an excellent teacher,” he smoothly replied. Gilgamesh snickered behind you, and you felt the tips of your ears burning. Something in your mind was telling you that he was playing games with you, wanting to get a rise out of you and make you sweat. He was always like this with the others, with you, when it came to his own amusement. Snide remarks, and jokes under the breath, but they were all harmless in a way. Yet this time, just in the way he said it and in how he was observing you for your reaction, you didn’t feel like giving him the light of day.

“Fine,” You replied shortly, seeing him grin widely in return.

“Fine,” he echoed. But you were already thinking of a great way to teach him how to fight.

By breaking him.

“Druig, I’m not gonna keep going if you’re on the verge of breaking an arm,” you advised him as he was souring off again, his feet planted on the ground and the adrenaline still seeping through his skin. You could see it, his energy draining him with every round you two were doing. It was making you want to ease and pull back a bit, but the other times you tried he was pushing you to not hold back with him. From the very start, he wanted you to be hard with him, which surprised you when you both met up together in one of the smaller rooms in the Domo that was turned into a makeshift training room.

“I don’t want easy, understand?”

“You sure you wanna request that?”

“Yes. Don’t hold back with me,”

“I can do It,” he said to you, but even his voice sounded out of breath with his hair plastered to his head. You rolled your shoulders, feeling some of the strain yourself since you both were sparring rather hard this day. It was getting hard for you to find a good spot to pin him down, he was a faster learner and was picking up on questions and punches quickly. Compared to the very beginning, you would be throwing him over your shoulder within two moves or knocking him off his feet with a swipe of your leg. He wasn’t quick or light on his feet, he mostly had lead feet and slow hands.

But if there was one thing Druig would never do, was quit.

He took every beating and every defeat, his skin would be covered in bruises and his muscles would scream out in strain as the days rolled by. But he would always show up, you think that he would fold after the first week or two. Not that you had no faith in him, you did to a certain point. But Druig was never a fighter by nature, and for him to go against his nature didn’t seem like him at all.

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying I won’t.” You changed your wording, though now he was giving you an inquisitive look while you placed your hands on your hips.

“Sounds like you’re going soft on me,” he teased to which you raised a brow.

“This coming from you who is about to collapse in exhaustion,” You countered back, though he cracked a big grin. You knew this was part of his game, using his words as a weapon to try his opponent off. He did it with Ikaris so many times, along with Sprite when those two would get in a spat. But now he was trying it with you, and you were trying your best to not let it show.

“You would like to see that, wouldn’t you?” He hummed, maybe hoping that you would smile. But it was only giving your more adrenaline, to wipe the smirk off his face and to make him eat his words. He saw your fists at your sides getting tighter and tighter, your legs locking in, and your eyes training in on him.

“Fine, we’ll go one more round,” You replied shortly, Druig’s smirk getting a bit bigger. Perhaps he thought he got the best rise out of you and was going to win this little game he liked to play. But then again, he must not have known the side of you that you rarely showed the others, only in the heat of battle.

“You know, softness does look good on you,” He said lightly. You felt the lick of adrenaline come back over you again from his words, which were trying to shoot you like darts and trying to penetrate you. But all you wanted to do at this point was shut him up, to somewhat put him in his place with how he was treating you. There was no doubt you two were friends, but he also knew how to use his words to make himself feel superior. It worked on Ikaris, on Sprite, and now he was trying to work it on you.

No. Not gonna happen

You made it across the room in a few strides, dodging the first punch he threw out with ease, and threw one back. The sparring was brutal now, both of you going swiftly and with ease as punches and kicks were being thrown left and right. Neither one of you were holding back, some cheap shots to the jaw or to the ribs and you dodging everything he gave you. You did the same with him, noticing how quick he was now and simply not just trying to avoid a punch.

But he got you in a good enough hold with both of your arms, his own arms wrapped around yours tightly as he was pressed against your side. You tried to shrug it off one or twice, but he had some strength against him now as he chuckled right against you, almost in your ear. His body heat longing for yours, his sweat mingling with yours, and simply being this close was enough to make you almost forget the position you were in. The kind of intimacy that you had with the others being on the ship for so long together, you all had a connection of family and of leaning on one another.

But this, this was different, this felt like a different kind of intimacy that you never felt before. The kind to make your heart beat a bit faster, to make your head a bit lighter, and that sense of safety being close to him. But it was odd since he was always there, from the moment you all came to Earth. Yet now, it felt like a shift.

“I like seeing this side of you, you know,” he said against your ear, making you almost shiver as you were still trapped in his hold, “And to think I got you all soft too,”

You glared. That did it.

Pivoting with your leg, you pushed it up to be parallel to your body, then pushed Druig a bit to have your foot hit him square in the head as a distract him. It worked, his grip on your arms loosening slightly but enough to have you move. Throwing your leg back down as he stumbled from being kicked between the eyes, you know him back with your body and turn to back him. You knocked him off his feet with your leg within a millisecond, seeing him fall on his back and you perched over him. Grabbing his arm to pin it down with one hand and the other hand on his neck, right on a pulse point where you knew was his weak spot.

It all happened so quickly, one minute he had you pinned against him and the next he was pinned beneath you on the ground. But something inside of you snapped, something animalistic and that wanted to prove that you weren’t going to be swayed by him. You knew your own strength, your own worth when it came to being in a fight, and your ability. But the way Druig was looking up at you, pinned to the ground and having no way of getting out of it, you saw something in his eyes. There wasn’t hate, nor was there rage that you won at his own game.

Shock? Astonishment? What was it?

“Am I soft now?” You asked, your hand on his neck still soft enough to let him breathe but there was still a grip to keep him in control. He gulped, you feeling it along your fingers as his blue eyes were searching yours. Now he was hard to read, which was bothering you now since you felt like you went too far in both kicking him in the head and slamming him to the ground. But then again, he was keeping his eyes on you. No longer was he looking at you like some prize, there was another way he was looking at you. Yet you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“No,” He gasped, not in pain, but out of breath. Slowly, you were moving your hand away from his neck, right where you were feeling his pulse dancing against his skin and along your fingers. This was a new sense of intimacy neither of you ever experienced with one another before, and it was fresh and raw and new. Something inside of you was frightened by this, but it also felt….right.

You released his arm and his neck, moving quickly to go back up on your feet and holding your hand out for him to grasp. He was still sprawled on the floor, frozen like he was stuck against the ground, and had his eyes still on you in amazement. You surprised him plenty of times in sparring sessions, yet this didn’t look like a surprise. It looked like he was….having an out-of-body movement.

“We’re done for the today, okay?” You asked gently, seeing him finally move his arm up to grasp your hand. You hoisted him up, seeing him nod his head and still silent as you smiled. The mood was still tense amongst the pair of you, but it was better than how it was a moment before when you two were tangled in each other’s arms.

“Come on, let’s get some food,” You said to him, seeing him smile in return for the first time. It made you feel better to see him smile, not to see him scowl or seem angry with how you handled him. But then again he did ask for you not to hold back, to not reserve your strength to him. You walked on, thinking he was behind you as you were feeling rather flushed from what just occurred.

You didn’t realize that you left Druig there, speechless with one of his hands reaching up to touch his neck where your fingers were. You didn’t realize that his mind was turning and wandering to new thoughts, and new feelings.

You especially didn’t realize that he was suddenly enraptured with you.

The End.

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Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??

JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”

GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!

MASTERLIST | MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

"Mhi solus tome,

Mhi solus dar’tome.

Mhi me’dinui an,

Mhi ba’juri verde."

Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.

Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...

Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.

When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.

Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.

"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.

The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."

The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."

...

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.

Force, this man is captivating.

Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.

"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"

I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,

Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.

“So, about that wedding night…”

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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can you do 57 with aemond?

Of course, Anon! This is such a sweet and tender moment :)

67. Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Aemond x reader | Kiss Prompts

Your swords clashed together, you and Aemond were alone sparring in the windy courtyard. His movements were lithe and quick as he lunged at you, swerving at the last moment to dodge your counter attack.

"Remember to cover your left side." Aemond advised, breathing hard through his nose as you circled one another.

To make a point of it, the prince swung his dulled training sword for your left flank, you raised your defense just in time as the sound of metal on metal filled the air once more.

"Good." He smiled lopsided at your progress. The two of you had taken to training alone, upon your insistence he teach you swordplay.

Aemond wouldn't deny you anything, so the pair of you sparred at least thrice in one week. You were thrilled with the progress you'd made; your lover was an excellent teacher.

In three sweeping strikes, Aemond suddenly advanced on you, sending gravel flying where his feet dug into the ground. You blocked all blows except the last, the flat of his sword landing hard upon your shoulder. "Ah! Ouch, Aemond!" You complained, using the surge of annoyance you felt to drive your own weapon at him, causing Aemond to retreat hastily.

You used the maneuver he'd taught you to knock his sword aside, opening him up for the final attack. In the space of a moment, you had him at a standstill, the point of your sword at his throat.

"Very good." His violet eye twinkled at you as he appraised his predicament.

Quick as a striking snake, he had knocked your weapon aside, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close. Your noses bumped against each other as Aemond looked down at you, before bringing his mouth hard against yours.

You melted into him, pushing against his mouth with your tongue. He allowed you to deepen the kiss, bending you back until you arched against him with the fervor of his embrace. You pulled your head away only slightly, your unfocused gaze on his parted lips.

"I demand a rematch." Aemond murmured against you, his breath filling your mouth.

"You wouldn't stand a chance." You breathed back, knowing full well he would indeed win swiftly.

Aemond chuckled, kissing you deeply once more, his arms caging you against his warm body. You could feel his heartbeat against your own, his breath filling your lungs as you moved as one. His hair slipped through your fingers as you combed through its silver length.

Aemond was the first to break away this time, placing a brief kiss to the tip of your nose, then to the top of your head as he pulled you in for a hug. You felt a hard prod at your back, and looked around, realizing the scoundrel had positioned his sword-edge towards the nape of your neck. "I win." He said sweetly, laughing as, with a curse, you ducked out of his embrace.

"That's cheating and you know it!"

Aemond shrugged, lowering into a defensive stance once more. "Here's another lesson, Y/N. Don't let your opponent kiss you."

You laughed, earning a wry smile from the prince. "You might regret teaching me that later, Aemond."

And with a twirl of your sword-arm and crunch of loose stone beneath your boots, you engaged him once more in the dance of swords.

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Hello, I would like to request a story about Joel (no apocalypse) who picking up reader from their workplace. However, as the reader is walking towards the car, she experience a hit-and-run accident or another type of accident (you can choose freely).

Joel, who witnesses the accident becomes extremely panicked and protective during and after reader out the hospital. Joel is deeply traumatized and afraid that something bad might happen to the reader. I need fluff and angst Joel and you are excellent at creating it 🥺💖

thank you anon! you’re so sweet, i really appreciate you and the prompt! im going to make this an installment of the husband! joel verse (introduced in tease)

Borrowed time

Summary: Reader gets hurt, and Joel doesn’t know how to deal with it. (no-outbreak! au)

Wordcount: 1.7K

Pairing: husband joel x f! reader (no use of y/n)

Warning: angst, hurt/comfort, near-death experiences, blood, a little gore, allusions to sex

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Your car had broken down last week, so Joel had been dropping you off and picking you up from work. You’d resisted at first, suggested walking or cycling or even the bus - all of which had been met with the same incredulous expression etched onto your husband’s face, an eyebrow raised at you in amusement. ‘As if, honey’ was all he’d snark at you before shushing you when you tried to argue about the fact that this would add an hour and a half to his route after dropping Sarah off in the mornings and two hours in the evenings, which felt unsustainable for you since your car was at the mechanic’s garage for the foreseeable future. At that, he’d just huff and mumble something about not minding the extra time with you that much, and your heart would just melt again.

The two of you settled into the new routine fairly quickly; Joel chuckling at your sleepy grumbling in the mornings and getting teased by you when he was grumpier and complaining about his aching back in the evenings. “Too far past your bedtime, old man?”, paired with a shit-eating grin as you watched him scowl and shake his head at you, turning back to the road as his lips twitched ever-so-slightly upwards. Enough for you to make iterations of the same joke every evening, just to watch him fight his smile.

On a seemingly normal thursday morning, you’d been slightly distracted by a meeting you had with your bosses. The board of directors, actually, and the anxiety was practically crippling you by the time Joel was ushering you and Sarah into his truck. There was just so much that could go wrong, but if it went right, it would result in a massive promotion with a pretty nifty raise and four-day work weeks. Which sounds amazing, but you were sure it would feel even better. A whole extra day?

Joel rested a hand on your knee to stop its bouncing, the warmth of his palm seeping through your jeans and immediately crushing the wave of nervousness that had been rising in you. “Look at me, sweetheart. You’re gonna crush it. And ‘f for whatever reason you don’t, we’ll go out an’ watch that movie you’d been wantin’ to, even pig out on icecream after. Whaddya call it? Self-care.” His words made you burst out laughing and lean over to kiss his cheek.

“That actually sounds good. And for the record, I call taking a bubble bath self care, not swallowing five pints of icecream at three am. Like you apparently have the ability to.” He mock-frowned while beaming in the rear-view mirror.

“Technically honeymoons are to learn new things about each other. Plus, we’d been fuckin’ an’ passin’ out with damn near no breaks f’thirty six hours at that point. A man’s gotta have some fuel to keep up with that kinda pace, no?” He snickered as he glanced at you with a pointed look. To be fair, you had, in fact been fucking till you passed out for the first three days of your trip to Italy, and you’d both only realised how hungry you were when neither of you had the energy to leave the bed. It was three am, and for some inconceivable reason, most restaurants had closed. So Joel had walked into the nearest grocery and just gotten 5 huge tubs of icecream and some waterbottles. While it worked great as fuel, you and Joel had been forced to spend two consecutive days holding each others’ hair back and eating proper meals, because as it turns out, eating four meals’ worth of icecream on empty stomachs does not sit well.

“Seemed pretty good at keeping up when you fingered me in a full restaurant just because the waiter asked to get some wine for your missus.” You retorted back, shaking your head at how insatiable he’d been, too. It had taken a whole week for the nearl-feral glint in his eyes while referring to you his wife to fade - even then, not completely.

“Never gonna tire of hearin’ that, you know.” Turning the corner to pull up to your stop, he leaned down for a sweet, slow kiss before leaning back to whisper softly. “You’re gonna do well, baby. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever seen, alright? Don’t you worry about a damn thing.” At your wordless nod, he kissed your forehead. “Go get ‘em, honey.” With nod and a parting greeting, you turn and walked into the building.

After a long but extremely successful day, you rushed out of work the second your phone buzzed with Joel’s message, practically vibrating with the need to give him the good news. Brows furrowing, you scanned your surroundings looking for his truck. You caught his wave out of the corner of your eye and returned it with a breathless laugh, striding in his direction and failing to notice the smudge of black approaching your side rapidly. The last thing you saw before your vision went black was Joel’s wide, panicked eyes and the urgency with which he pushed his door and stumbled out. For a second, it felt like you were in the air, limbs flailing. A second of impact; a sharp pain settling in your right leg, before you were out.

Your eyes heaved open, blurry, and you heaved your head to the side to see Joel holding your hand and stroking your head, tears running down his face. You were lying in the middle of the road, surrounded by a crowd of concerned passengers. Joel’s mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear him- in fact, you couldn’t hear anything except for a high-pitched tone buzzing in your ear. There was blood on his shirt, and before you could ask whose it was, you noticed it coated your hands, too. Looking down, you caught a glimpse of your thigh, flesh ripped open as bone jut out from its side, just before your eyes rolled back and consciousness slipped from your grasp once again.

When you woke, it took you far too much effort to wrench your eyes open. Blinking against the painfully blinding lights overhead, you opened your mouth to call someone, anyone, to explain where the hell you were and why the beeping coming from next to you was so damn loud. Even your thoughts were lagging, unable to piece together why you were in this room that definitely wasn’t your own. Images of your previous waking moments flashing in your mind, you felt alarm building in your chest as your breath began coming in short gasps. Suddenly, something in your peripheral vision moved and suddenly Joel was here, his large hand cupping your face as he urged you to breathe. It took a minute - maybe even more- for lucidity to return to your rapidly-spiraling mind, but he stayed unwaveringly calm as he held you patiently and waited for you to come back.

“W-“ you wince at the dryness of your throat, at how hoarse your voice sounds from lack of use. “What happened?” You tried again, clearing your throat this time. Joel’s soft eyes met yours, lips turned downwards in a frown.

“Fuckin’ idiot drivin’ a car was on his phone, texting when you started crossin’ the road. Bastard didn’t see ya, and one second you were smilin’ so sweet at me, an’ by the next you were on the floor, bone stickin’ outta your thigh. Closest I’ve ever been to a heart attack.” You could fear fraying at the edges of his voice as you moved your hand up to hold his, cradling it to your cheek. “Asshole drove away, too. Didn’t even get his number plate ‘cause I was so fuckin’ scared for you.” He looked away, tears filling his eyes.

Reaching out to stroke his jaw, you nudged him to look at you again. “‘M sorry, honey. Should have been more careful. Think I would have gone crazy if I ever had to see you like that.” You murmured, feeling your heart break at seeing Joel this scared, this frantic. He shook his head.

“Not your fault, baby. None ‘f it, ya hear me? ‘M just so glad you’re okay. Rest up, sweetheart, you need it right now.” You nod, kissing the back of his hand as you lean back in your bed.

The next few days in the hospital go by in a blur, Joel refusing to leave your side for a single minute. His hand is always somewhere on you: holding yours, stroking your face, your hair. Sarah hadn’t come in at your request; you hadn’t wanted her to see you in a hospital bed, unable to move much. When the time to get discharged rolled around, Joel seemed even tenser, his grip on you tighter. It took some time for you to get the cast taken off, which on one hand was an extreme relief, it also meant that you now had to attend regular physiotherapy sessions to regain full mobility.

The real adjustment, however, was the way Joel would straighten and tense up any time you left home after that. The way he grabbed your hand when you crossed streets; accompanying you even to the pharmacy down the block. At first, it irked you. Then, you realised what he had been through. If the roles had been reversed, you’d want to accompany him everywhere too. His fear was very real and very valid - one of his worst nightmares had just taken place in front of him, afterall, and if all he needed to feel a bit better was to walk you to places you needed to go, then you’d indulge him for as long as it took for him to realise that you were safe.

It lasted a few months, but as you returned to normal, so did he. Your car came back from the garage, but Joel still drove you. Not because of his fear, or because he had to, but just to revel in that extra hour he got out of it. He’d learned that time was precious, and he wanted to spend every conceivable second of his with you and Sarah.

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist: @imherefordeanandbones @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore AMAZING dividers by @cafekitsune!! absolute god who makes amazing dividers for free!

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Seijoh’s Manager

Bookworm Manager

Seijoh x GN! Manager (they/them pronouns)

Warnings: swearing (probably, actually idk)

AN: this is an anon request.

Honestly I think this team is a perfect fit for a manager who loves to read!

They give a certain vibe of class and distinction 😌

And idk if you read romance, action, manga, smut, fantasy, non-fiction, etc

Readers have a certain amount of grace to me

And of course, our precious Yn is the number #1 most graceful 💅

You attend Seijoh and you just happen to be a first year

You never really bothered anyone, never really stood out but you had friends and were a typical student

Perks of being a wallflower 😏

Prepare for book puns and I won’t apologize!

Anyways, you were a typical student who just happened to have class with our favorite aloof wing spiker, Kunimi

Kunimi actually really enjoyed you because you were nice, sweet and pleasant

You never caused drama and while you did have you noise in a book a lot, he’d rather have that than someone gushing over his Senpai 🙄

I totally feel like Kunimi would like reading too so he would probably ask you about your reads, which you happily share

You probably were constantly tired, like him, only you were tired because you stayed up all night reading 😅

During a normal practice, Mattsun and Makki were again teasing Oikawa for being the reason they couldn’t have nice things

Aka a manager

“I can’t help that everyone likes me!” Oikawa whines

“Shut up Shittykawa nobody likes you!” Iwaizumi shouts

Suddenly Kunimi looks over and you appear in the doorway of the gym, eyes locked in a book and holding his math book

He looks at you questionably, which prompts Kindaichi, Yahaba, Watari and Kyotani to do the same thing

He runs past his arguing seniors towards you and greets you kindly

“Hello Yn, did you bring this for me?” He asks as you snap from you book, a wide, adorable smile greeting him

“Yes! I was headed out and I noticed you forgot it so I figured I’d swing by!”

By now, the seniors have noticed you and annoyingkawa is on the move 🙄

“Well hello there and who might you be?” He says but you say nothing

Oikawa clears his throat and tries again, “hello there cutie-chan!”

Again, nothing

Kunimi is holding it together by a thread, Makki and Mattsun are too stunned to speak and Iwaizumi is hella impressed!

“You know it’s rude to ignore you seniors!” Oikawa growled

You snap from your book, eyes locking with his, “oh I’m sorry, this is just a really interesting part, nothing against you personally but it’s kind of important so I’ll be on my way.”

Makki and Mattsun BUST out laughing

Kindaichi, Yahaba, and Watari just stare

Kyotani and Iwa are in awe of your ability to ignore THE Oikawa

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow Akira,” you say, waving at him and walking away

Immediately, Iwa runs up to Kunimi and asks, “does Yn need a club??”

And that, my dear, is how you became the Seijoh’s new manager 🥰

Now at first, you weren’t really super excited about volleyball

I mean, you originally said yes because you needed a club and well, Kunimi was your friend

However you found one perk to the sport

In the form of reading Sports Mangas 😍

Surprisingly it was an excellent way to learn the sport as well as combine it with your love of reading

Even if Manga wasn’t your first choice, you definitely found it easier to learn thought reading gs alternative means

Mainly loserkawa 🙄 who took it upon himself to try and educate you on the sport

It’s literally Lord of the Flies up in here!

“Shittykawa leave Yn alone!!” Iwa shouts as you stand next to Kunimi and Kindaichi

“I’m teaching Yn-Chan the fine art of serving!” Oikawa shouted back

“Umm thanks Oikawa but I think I got it. I read a manga last night and I got the basics down,” you says as Oikawa puts up his hand

“Why read Yn-Chan when you can learn from the greatest?!” He says, tossing up the balls

And slamming it right into the net

You 👉🏻😐

Kunimi and Kindaichi 👉🏻🙄

Makki and Mattsun 👉🏻🤣🤣

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🧑🏻‍🦱🤛🏻

Oikawa 👉🏻 💀

Thankfully your knowledge of volleyball, from reading, you were able to help the boys come up with new skills and tactics to win!

Unfortunately, the skills and tactics didn’t match up against Karasuno, who apparently had developed their own skills

The third years were broken, the second years so upset and the first years disappointed

You couldn’t help but feel awful, like you failed them

On the bus ride home, everyone was quiet as you sat

You wanted to cheer them up but you didn’t know how

Then it came to you, you pulled out your book from your bag

Let’s just say it was one of your new favorites and you began to read out loud to the bus

The boys slowly looked up, listening to your soothing voice as you recited lines perfectly

The entire bus seemed to calm down, the tension disappearing as you continued to read

Once back at school, you stopped reading and prepared to get off the bus

“Wait Yn what happens next?” Kindaichi asks as Kunimi nods

“Come on YN, you can’t really just leave us hanging with that!” Yahaba groaned

“Anyone can see the hero is going to end up victorious as always!” Oikawa chimes in as Iwa smacks him in the back of the head

“Shittykawa shit up!” Iwa said as Mattsun and Makki helped you unload the gear

“You’ll finish reading the story right Yn?” Makki asks as you smile

Of course you will 🥰

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helloliriels · 4 months

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ENVELOPE, PLEASE ... !

Because I have this Sherlock in a Sheet ...😋and because you can't stop me giving it out to whomever for whatever I wanna!

... IT'S AWARD SEASON BABY!!!!

I had so many more awards to give out last year, and even more suggested that were brilliant!!! That after getting to EIGHTEEN awards gifted ... (did we really make 18??!!) (I swear to god it was 10?!) (wasn't it only 10???) Wellllp ... since we've started this madness ... we might as well continue?! Here for round two? The 2nd Annual Liriels Awards begins on March 10th.

It's time to get shouty about the things we love!! | HELLO AWARD SEASON 🏆 SHERLOCKED 2024 | Who would you nominate?

This shiny gold envelope prompt was made possible by @sherlockchallenge for the idea!!, and can I just say ... what perfectly excellent timing babes?!

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🏆Visit last year's award winners HERE to shower them with more love ... or to see what you missed!🏆

Heads up!: Nominations made by current award winners are slated to begin the roster this year (if we didnt get to them yet!! do not fear!) Most awards given are of my choosing. Suggestions for future awards welcome, anon allowed ... but more likely to be selected if I know where they are coming from! If it is only that you do not wish to be mentioned in the actual presentation of the award, please let me know. Happy to honour your wishes if/when the award is gifted.

ALSO: All awards do take time to make, with several hours in photoshop each, including researching comments to include and final GIF creation. Announcing early so I can prepare and accept any missed nominations or new works that should be considered since last round, but cannot guarantee that new nominations this round will make it into this award season! New award winners will still be allowed to nominate with a guarantee of award (at some point) to their chosen recipient. 💌 Thank you for understanding!!! xoxo - Liri

#i am sherlocked #join me!#the liriels awards #bbc sherlock #sherlock fandom #helloliriels #hello award season #hey if oscar can do it ...#I'm gonna have a wilde time #_large

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writingquestionsanswered · 10 months

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Prompted by the anon who asked about becoming an author with little writing practice. What are your personal thoughts on writing with a goal to have a paycheck? Including a genuine interest in writing, of course. I've dabbled a little bit in writing, and I always wanted to be published, but I imagined this would happen later on in my life. I'm currently unemployed and have been ghosted and rejected everywhere for over a year now. I'm starting to get a little desperate, and I'm looking at publishing a book as the better option now... but I'm in no way practised enough to be thinking about that. What's your take on it?

The Realities of Making Money with Writing

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but writing--in any capacity--is not a viable solution for when you're unemployed and need a paycheck. It's actually very hard to make a living as a writer, and that's even more true for inexperienced writers...

Writing in a paid position, such as a staff writer for a magazine or newspaper, is the most viable way to make money as a writer. However, paid writing positions are limited in number and highly competitive. You typically need to have the writing experience and credentials to qualify for the position, and if you don't, you're probably not getting a position that pays the bills.

Traditional publishing is not a great goal if you're looking for a paycheck. Not only does it typically take years of writing, querying, and rejection before you get a publishing deal (if ever), once you get that deal it's not the cash cow you may think it is. First, advances for debut authors can be as low as a few thousand dollars and are rarely above $10k. While that may sound like a ton of money, especially when you're unemployed, remember you're paying taxes on that, so what you actually get to keep is significantly less. Then, whatever that amount is will be broken into two to four equal payments. So you're either getting a few grand that has to last you six months or so, or you're getting about $1500 that has to last you a few months or so. In today's economy, neither amount goes very far. It'd be like having a job where you make $500 a month. You'd likely do better with a job at a fast food place. And once you get a book deal, it's going to be at least a year before your book is published and for sale, so it's going to be a while before you're seeing royalties. Even then, most books (even traditionally published ones), don't sell enough copies for the author to make a living wage. Most authors who're able to make a living wage either have a wildly popular book or a backlog of reasonably popular books. Debut authors don't usually make much money.

Self-Publishing is a terrible goal if you're looking for a paycheck. First, self-publishing a book that sells well requires most people to invest a little in their book. Professional cover art, professional editing, and advertising are just a few of the places where self-published authors routinely invest in their own books. While it's possible to self-publish a book for free, you really have to know what you're doing in order to pull it off successfully. Self-published books are hard enough to sell with professional covers, excellent editing, and paid advertising. You won't get far with an amateur cover, bad editing, and inadequate advertising and promo. Self-publishing is also not something you should be considering if you describe yourself as someone who has "dabbled in writing" and "not practiced enough to think about publishing." Self-publishing is a serious industry composed primarily of serious authors who have put in the time, effort, and practice to hone their craft and create quality books. Every time someone half-asses a book in hopes of a windfall, it damages the collective reputation of serious self-published authors.

Furthermore: even if you are an experienced writer who writes an AMAZING professionally edited book with a gorgeous cover, and you put a ton of effort and money into marketing your book, you are still probably not going to make enough on one book to pay the bills. The way to make money via self-publishing is by writing a volume of great books that sell well so you can make money on your backlog. Many authors also do things to diversify their revenue stream, such as offering courses, workbooks, critique and editing services, etc., but these are not things inexperienced writers should be offering.

So, if you're someone who has "dabbled in writing" and are looking for a way to pay the bills right now, writing isn't it.

Instead, you need to look for another job right now and keep writing in your spare time. Read a lot of books, write a lot of stories and novels that will never be published. Hone your craft. Then, when you've got a lot of stories under your belt and have critique partners and beta readers swooning over your fiction--then you can self-publish your debut novel or try querying again. Just remember that, even then--even when you've put in the time to hone your craft--neither traditional publishing or self-publishing is guaranteed to be a windfall that pays the bills. Most authors have a day job.

Best of luck on your journey! ♥

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