#i've been experiencing writer's block here and there

[wontshutup]

"Not even if they were the last people on earth"

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

HI! It has been a fairly long time since I've written something, anything, I was stuck in a years long writers block but I've finally decided to write a small Megumi x reader one shot.

Enemies to lovers kind of situation, very cliché hahaha.

Hope you enjoy

Warnings: none I guess, probably a swear word or two, I don't really know. Reference to violence, not very explicit.

Word count: 1356

English isn't my first language.

“Aaand here we go again” you said pouting mockingly towards your partner as he gave you an irritated look. 

“Shut up” he gave you a side eye while pressing an ice pack to his head.

“You know, you could’ve avoided that if you actually listened to me instead of going all with this treasure I summon at the slightest inconvenience” you then flinched in pain as a sharp pang in your rib cage made you fold. 

“Yeah right, because you had the situation all under control there” he rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth at the strong headache he had, unable to pin point if it was due to his injuries or due to your nagging. 

In the front seat your teacher, Gojo Satoru, listened amused at your arguing. He knew the two of you wouldn’t get along even if you were the last people on earth, aside from that you were his strongest and most experienced students, knowing your dynamics as classmates was very different from your dynamic when on missions, your usual banter turning into calculated and effective analysis and strategies with a high success rate, which is why he had been deep in thought all the ride back to Jujutsu Tech as to how was it that your mission had been more challenging than predicted, that was until one of you started to point out the flaws of the other throughout the mission.

“Now now, stop it you two! You need to save your energy to heal!” he said more mockingly than caringly. “Tell me, what happened?”

As much as you felt the need to prove your posture right about Megumi’s reckless actions you acquired a more serious posture and gave your outlook on the matter “turns out the intel was actually not precise, that curse was at least a grade 1 and the intel said it was barely a grade 3” you started

“There also wasn’t any sign of evolution in the course of the mission which means this had been it’s grade since the beginning, so either the intel was wrong..”Megumi continued

“ Or planted” finished Gojo, nailing exactly the point the two of you were getting to.

“Good thing you managed to get out of there alive” he continued, his tone being more serious 

“Barely” you added, earning a glare from Megumi as he knew you intended to put the blame on him.

“Yeah, barely” Gojo took your remark as a point to take on account “you listen to me, as far as we know by now, if the information was planted and sent from the higher ups that means you by now have a target on your back. Not really surprising considering you both have remarkable techniques and names, making you both notably dangerous, not to add, you’re under my tutoring and well, we know they’re not very fond of me either. Whoever did this knew how things would go and what they wanted” he adjusted the rearview mirror for you to be able to look eye to eye “you can’t tell anyone about this ok?, as long as we don’t have the identity of whoever did this, better to lay low and don’t let anyone know that we know, understood?” 

You and Megumi nodded, a deep silence settled between the three of you as you arrived at Jujutsu tech and the infirmary. 

Shoko tended to your wounds and walked out the place to talk to Gojo, knowing she would be a trustworthy person, as you tried to listen in what they were saying you could listen to Megumi groan in annoyance

“So nosy” he referred to you as he rolled his eyes, getting a similar reaction

“At least I care enough to not get killed in the future, not that you know anything about valuing your own life” you poked at how he always seemed so eager to give his all without caring for his sake when a mission got harder than expected.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” His tone had raised now, anger clear in his voice “not that you know anything about sacrificing yourself for anyone in a mission, you selfish coward” he was harsh with his words, knowing you had struck a chord he attacked back.

You widen your eyes at his remark, stepping closer to him “sorry for wanting to get out alive! What good would my death bring to anyone anyway huh?” you were now gritting your teeth together “what good is a noble sacrifice if that is your last noble act?”

His eyes didn’t falter from you, you were right in your words, he knew you had won this argument, but now he wouldn’t dare to back off, towering more at your stance, inching his face near yours 

“Idiot” was the one thing he could mutter as he knew you had the upper hand, your expression turning smug at noticing this.

“What is it Fushiguro? No righteous argument to shoot back?” you raised your eyebrows at him, being able to see each of his reactions due to your proximity. 

Not ever had you been so close to each other, except when sparring sessions came around, also ending up having the upper hand over him most of the time. “And once again you’ve lost”

“You” he hissed as he clenched his fist, now getting closer, both of your breaths mixing with each other, making you slightly blush at the feeling, a tingling sensation. It seemed that you were noticing for the first time how beautiful his eyes were.

He too was feeling a certain anxious feeling rise within him, a feeling he had felt multiple times when he had you press on top of him while after defeating him in hand to hand combat. His eyes traveled to your face noticing how your cheeks were a soft pink hue. He still held his body tense but now more due to the proximity, his anger now forgotten. 

At noticing how the atmosphere had changed you pulled back, much to his dismay, both your faces heated up as you turned your back to him.

“We should leave you know” you didn’t look back at him, trying to calm down this weird feeling you had experienced. Out of anyone on campus Megumi Fushiguro was the last person you wanted to feel that way towards, the thought alone had made you squirm in distaste at times but now…you weren’t so sure.

“Y-yeah, I guess we should” Megumi was snapped from the daze he was, a lot of different thoughts had run through his mind. No, he refused to give in to acknowledging what just happened. He didn’t like you, he couldn’t like you. You and him had done nothing but jab at each other since the day you met, there was no way he would just forget about all that due to some closeness with you, then again, it wasn’t the first time he felt that but honestly he had just attributed it to “teenage rushes”.

“Happy to see you two managed not to kill each other while we were gone!” said Gojo in his usual cheery tone, his six eyes telling him what had really been going on but refused to put you in that embarrassing spot, on the other hand, he would talk about that to Megumi later, he couldn’t wait to see his annoyed reaction.

“Ha- ha real funny sensei” you said, still cooling down from what had happened.

Megumi rolled his eyes at them.

“Anyway, the both of you get some rest. Shoko and I will get on today’s little incident, we will keep you updated as soon as we can get some information” he kept going

“In the meantime rest and do as your teacher instructs you” completed Shoko, giving you both a sympathetic smile

“Understood” you said as Megumi just nodded and left for your rooms unaware of the way Shoko and Gojo shared a complicit smile.

“Yeah right, not even if they were the last people on earth, don’t make me laugh” Gojo scoffed earning a laugh from Shoko.

A situation neither you or Megumi found funny.

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[sepheroth]

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"It's..." Just as assuredly as there was much needed space left between his words, as well as there was hesitance he thought of a way to express that while he had the rights to brag about it, that wasn't really his intention at the moment. "...Nothing special..." but this is where his subconsciousness played away into view and his shoulders tensed and he hated himself for it. Nearly, his neck would have sunk between his shoulders. Had Cindy not expressed her interest in one of his hidden talents for playing the piano. He hadn't exactly offered that knowledge freely or even too often for all that matter. Why would anyone pay mind to a corporate dog's supposed talents, other than following instructional orders? He doubted anyone would have taken him seriously back then. But this was another way in which conjured up one of the few memories that every now and then had it's own way of sneaking up on him. SOLDIER had their unforgiving habit, of when he was an one of their allies, of wanting to show off what their best marketing tool could do. Sephiroth loathed of thinking of it this way, but there really wasn't any a better way to sugarcoat. There was no two ways about it, either. There was no way to make it hurt less. The alert reached back to his brain that Cindy was waiting. He could not, for the life of him say no, nor turn down that smile. This is ridiculous. Why am I suddenly thinking of all of this now...? Rang the thought that got him to tap back into what was known as reality. It served and aided for him for the better.

Now, as his shoulders unwinded themselves, he'd roll his head a little and thought of what he wanted to play for her. It had to be something that he knew by heart, something that he knew by melody alone. That in store and of mind, Sephiroth positioned his fingers as this was a mistake-proof way for him to not place much importance and thought into it. He'd have to at least try. But somewhere dangling toward the back of his head told him that it wasn't going to be no such way simple. So for now, he ignored what his head was holding conversations with him about. For at least the first few minutes at hand he had been doing fine playing swimmingly well. And he was surprised that pressure had not washed over him like a daunting tide, perhaps like akin to a mountain of anxiety. And his fingers started to relax more and more as his head and memory guided his fingers all the way through and through upon the keys. Moonlight Sonata was one of his personal favorites so he had went with that.

All his efforts started to hurl straight out of the exit way the very moment his head forced him to pay attention to his concerns that he managed to ignore for a graceful period, the time he took his eyes off that practice. The ''oh, no's and what 'if this, that and others should happen' caught up with him. Within his own ears he could tell he missed the brass clefs because he had been repeating that note for the longest, over for the last next few moments. "Tch...Why...now...?" he huffed to himself under lowered tone and said under his breath. Turning to Cindy who was all smiles, seating herself upon the piano while he played. As she'd inched closer and closer to him and assured him that he was doing find and that he didn't need to worry, he tried as he would and as best to, his shoulders stiffened again. As did his spine when his brain was arguing with him again. He would be the only one who had known that's what it was doing. Thank Shiva for that. "I'm...Forgive me...I didn't think..." his words were about as jumbled over each other and sooner within that, they become a pile of a silly mess as he tried to come up with an explanation for his flaws in front of her. Again, he had realized that perfectionism was another flaw that he had built up. No thanks, to Shinra who wanted nothing more and expected nothing but desirable results. For the time he was able to achieve that without fail until... he set Nibelheim ablaze. That thinking helped reduce the sting of his mistakes just now. It helped him be able to cope with embarrassing himself. He wouldn't be telling her that, though. Or was it, how she'd moved share seating with him the very moment while he preoccupied himself with his damnedable anxieties, she'd stop his nonsense and nipped it in a bud. She'd used this as a excuse to kiss him over at his ear, in which her lips brushed along the shell of it? Everything start to melt away. She had succeeded in halting at the foot of one of his worst tendency of habits. He'd perk at what was said to him in secrecy. He wouldn't be parroting what she said to him to that changed his entire mood. Why would he? He has much more respect and class than that.

#topmechaniic #i apologize for the wait #i've been experiencing writer's block here and there #i took the moment to write while my creativity struck--- #playing yakuza 0 helped me an odd way to come up with something #i hope you enjoyed this #i love watching sephiroth become an adorable huffy and pouty mess #more like a wreck but you get the whole bit of it #Bow your head if you wish to keep it: IC asks

[rynwritesreid]

Idea for fic: enemies to lovers Dom older Spencer and f reader with age gap can’t stand eachother at work and then away on a case they get paired up to be in a room and there’s one bed anyways reader goes and showers and comes out wearing nothing but her bra and panties since she left her tank top the bed and Spencer is shocked and teases her all night and thennnnn rest is history😏

A/N: has this been sat in my inbox for over 3 months? Yes. I hope this makes up for the wait, sorry it tool awhile :( but I did see it when it was first asked, but I’ve been dealing with a lot in the past few months, and I’ve been dealing with some writers block. But I hope you guys enjoy it :)

Summary: Basically what ANON asked for. Spencer and reader hate each other, but Emily has a plan that could resolve all the issues or make them worse.

Content: Fem!reader. Dom!Reid/Sub!reader. Use of Y/N. Spanking. Degradation kink. Praise Kink. Power imbalance kink (kind off). Use of sir, slut, good girl and sweetheart. PinV/creampie. No mentions of contraception. No mentions of aftercare.

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You and Spencer hated each other. Maybe it’s because Spencer felt genuine competition from you, or maybe it was because you seemed to effortlessly outshine him in everything you did. And well you hated him, because every time Spencer walked into a room, he carried with him an air of superiority that grated against your nerves. You could see the jealousy in his eyes whenever someone praised your work or complimented your achievements.

Everyone had grown tired of the way you both acted around here. Emily would often call you both into her office to yell, “You are two of the best agents. Two brilliant minds. And yet no one can stand to be in the same room as you two.” 

You both sat in Emily's office, the tension thick between you. Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact with you as Emily’s words hung heavily in the air. You couldn't deny the truth in Emily's words - your rivalry with Spencer had reached a breaking point, affecting not only your own work but the entire team dynamic.

Emily heaved a sigh, running a hand through her hair before continuing, "This behaviour ends now. I'm not going to tolerate this any longer. I need you two to figure out a way to work together, or I will have no choice but to reassign one of you."

*

“Oh, my god. Reid, do you ever shut up?” you muttered under your breath, unable to hide your irritation at Spencer's endless rambling. 

Spencer shot you a glare, his frustration evident in the way his jaw tensed. "At least I have something worthwhile to say, unlike you," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh, please. Your so-called facts and statistics don't mean anything in the field. It's called real-life experience, something you clearly lack."

“Lacking real-life experience? Really?” Spencer paused, his voice fuelled with anger “I am older than you, and I have experienced things you wouldn’t even believe.”

Spencer's outburst surprised you, the raw emotion in his voice catching you off guard.

“Whatever you say, Dr Reid. From now on I’ll just worship the ground you walk on, shall I?” you retorted, trying to mask your unease with a casual tone. Inside, you felt a twinge of admiration for his ability to get under your skin so easily.

Emily glared at you both from across the room, she knew she had to put an end to this, but she wasn’t sure how she was going to do that.

Spencer's nostrils flared with indignation at your remark, his eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and frustration. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter a word, Emily's stern voice cut through the tension like a knife.

"That's enough!" Emily's command was sharp, her gaze piercing. "I've had it with this childish bickering between you two. This behaviour is unprofessional and completely unacceptable."

You both fell silent under Emily's unwavering stare, guilt creeping into your conscience as her words echoed in the room. The weight of her disappointment hung heavy in the air, suffocating the animosity between you and Spencer.

"I don't care who started it or whose ego is hurt more," Emily continued, her tone firm. "What I care about is that you two find a way to work together effectively. The team's safety and success depend on it."

*

Emily was sick and tired of how the both of you acted, and she knew she needed to act fast. She didn’t want to lose either of you, but she also couldn’t let things carry on. So, she devised a plan, one that could go horribly wrong or one that could go perfectly. 

*

“Hey, everybody.” Emily’s voice echoed through the jet, “the hotel we are staying at doesn’t have enough rooms for us all to have our own.” She paused for a brief second, she didn’t want anyone to catch on to her, “so, Rossi and I will have our own room. Tara and JJ, you’ll share, Luke and Matt you’ll share and erm… Y/N and Reid you guys will also be sharing.”

You exchanged a wary glance with Spencer as Emily assigned you to share a room. “Emily, I’m sorry. But what is this? You expect me to share a room with Reid? Also assigning us rooms, what are we like thirteen or something?” you scoffed, the incredulity evident in your voice. Spencer's expression mirrored your own disbelief, his eyes widening in surprise at Emily's unexpected announcement.

Emily raised an eyebrow at your protest, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, I expect you two to share a room. It's high time you both learn to work together and put your differences aside. Consider this a team-building exercise," she stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

You opened your mouth to protest further, but Emily's steely glare silenced any objections before they could form.

*

“Seriously, one bed. Is she serious. I hate her, just as much as I hate you.” you spat out, glaring at Spencer as you both entered the hotel room assigned to you. The tension between you was palpable, suffocating the space as you stood on opposite sides of the room. The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of Spencer's exasperated sigh.

"Believe me, the feeling is mutual," Spencer shot back, his tone laced with irritation as he surveyed the small room. The single queen-sized bed in the centre of the room seemed to mock your predicament, a constant reminder of the forced proximity between you.

“Because, unlike you, I’m nice. You can have the bed, as long as I can shower first.” You retorted, determined not to back down in this battle of wills. Spencer's jaw clenched at your words, a muscle ticking in his temple as he fought to keep his composure.

"Fine. Just make it quick," Spencer replied through gritted teeth, his pride wounded by the concession. 

Before you headed towards the shower, you started to unpack, you hated keeping everything in your bag when you were in the hotel room. Once, you had finished you grabbed your essentials and headed towards the bathroom without so much as muttering a word to Spencer.

Spencer watched as you disappeared into the bathroom, the click of the door echoing in the tense silence of the room. Alone now, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him. The mere thought of sharing a room with you made his skin crawl, but he knew Emily's intentions were well-meaning, if not a little misguided.

The rush of the warm water against your skin did little to soothe the simmering frustration that lingered within you. As the steam filled the bathroom, you tried to shake off the tension that had built up between you and Spencer. But every time you closed your eyes, his infuriating presence seemed to seep through the cracks of your composure.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” As you looked at the pile of clothes you had in the bathroom, you realised you hadn’t brought in your PJs, and all you had was a pair of panties and a bra. You were too embarrassed to ask Spencer to bring you the rest of your clothes. 

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options, but you weren’t going to be admitting defeat anytime soon, and maybe some part of you wanted to flaunt to Spencer something he could never have.

You dried yourself off and stepped out of the bathroom in just your underwear. Spencer’s eyes widened in disbelief as you emerged from the bathroom clad only in your underwear, the audacity of your actions catching him off guard. His cheeks flushed with a deep crimson hue, his gaze darting away as if to shield himself from the unexpected sight before him.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Spencer’s voice wavered slightly, a mix of shock and embarrassment colouring his tone. He struggled to maintain eye contact, opting instead to focus on a random spot on the wall.

You couldn’t help but smirk at his discomfort, a sense of satisfaction blooming within you at having turned the tables on Spencer for once. The power shift in the room was palpable, the tension crackling between you in a different way now.

“Just grabbing my clothes,” you stated nonchalantly, making no move to cover up as you retrieved your pyjamas. “Do you like what you see, Spencer?”

Spencer's cheeks burned hotter at your teasing words, his jaw clenching in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. He struggled to find the right response, his mind racing to come up with a comeback that would regain the upper hand in this unexpected exchange.

"Very funny," Spencer finally managed to choke out, his tone strained as he averted his gaze, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing how flustered you had made him. 

“You know the way you’re acting right now, Y/N, isn’t of someone who hates me.” Spencer teased through gritted teeth, his attempt at levity falling flat in the charged atmosphere of the room. Your smirk faltered for a split second at his remark, a flicker of something unidentifiable crossing your features before you regained your composure, your mask slipping back into place.

"Let's get one thing straight, Spencer," you retorted, your tone firm as you met his gaze head-on. "Just because I'm not actively trying to strangle you right now doesn't mean I don't still think you're insufferable." The underlying tension between you simmered beneath the surface, waiting to reignite at the slightest provocation.

Spencer raised an eyebrow at your response, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself. “Or you’re not actively strangling me, because you’d rather I’d be doing that to you.” Spencer paused, the words hanging in the charged air between you. His attempt at humour fell flat, the gravity of the situation pulling at the corners of his smile.

“What? No. What?” It was your turn to be embarrassed now as your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at Spencer's unexpected remark.

“Oh, so I’m right. You do like the idea of me choking you.” Spencer paused, his eyes widening in realization at the slip of his words. The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension between you both reaching a new peak as his inadvertent confession hung in the air, heavy and loaded with unspoken implications.

You swallowed hard, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. Spencer's gaze bore into yours, searching for a reaction, for any sign of the impact his words had made. And in that charged moment, something shifted between you, an invisible thread pulling you closer even as you both stood at opposite ends of the room.

“Spencer, I…” your voice wavered, uncertainty creeping into your tone as you struggled to find the right words to respond. The weight of his words hung heavy between you, begging for acknowledgement, for resolution. 

“It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything. Brats like you always act out when they are attracted to someone.” Spencer paused, his gaze softening as he took a step closer to you. The air between you crackled with a newfound vulnerability, baring emotions that had long been buried beneath layers of animosity and pride.

“Spencer, you have a very active imagination. I have, erm, I have never thought of you like that.” You stumbled over your words, the admission weighing heavily on your conscience. Spencer's expression softened at your response, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes as he processed your words.

“I do not believe that for one second, sweetheart.” Spencer 's voice was barely above a whisper, his words laced with a raw honesty that left no room for doubt. The tension in the room had shifted once again, morphing into a charged undercurrent that pulsed between you, drawing you closer in a dance as old as time.

In one swift motion, Spencer seemed to have place you on top of his lap, your ass up in the air, and the palm of his hand striking against your backside.

Your breath hitched at the unexpected contact, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as Spencer's touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. The sting of his hand against your skin reverberated through your body, igniting a primal fire that had long been smouldering beneath the surface. 

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl, and say thank you after every time I spank you.” Spencer paused, his voice low and commanding as he laid down the rules of their newfound dynamic. Your head spun with a mixture of confusion and a strange exhilaration at the turn of events, the rush of adrenaline heightening your senses.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you complied with Spencer's demand, the unfamiliar title sending a thrill down your spine. Each strike of his hand against your skin sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, a heady mix of pain and desire intertwining in a dangerous dance.

“Are you sorry for been a brat? For constantly picking fights with me over nothing? For making Emily do this, just so I can use you like the slut you are.” Spencer paused; his voice laced with a deliberate edge as he pushed the boundaries of your newfound dynamic. Your breath caught in your throat at his words, a surge of conflicting emotions crashing over you. The raw honesty in Spencer's tone stripped away the layers of pretence between you, exposing the raw desire that simmered beneath the surface.

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of submission and defiance.

Spencer’s hand moved over your panties, so he could feel the ever-growing wet patch. “Do you like that? You like calling me sir, and me calling you a slut. You know for the type of brat you are out in the office or in the field, you break a lot easier than expected.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Spencer's words sent a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through you. The intensity of the moment hung heavy in the air, the boundaries between desire and shame blurring as his touch ignited a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing second.

“Yes, sir.” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you surrendered to the overwhelming tide of sensations that pulsed through your body. The weight of his hand against your skin, the pressure of his touch against your most intimate places, all served to push you to the brink of a precipice you had never dared to explore before.

“Good girl, now stand up and take off your bra and panties.” Spencer demanded, his voice firm and authoritative. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest as you grappled with the new dynamic unfolding between you. But you knew that you wanted this, needed this, and so you did as he commanded.

With trembling hands, you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor. Then, you stepped out of your panties, your legs feeling unsteady as you stood there before him, naked and exposed. The air between you was thick with desire, and you could feel Spencer's gaze raking over your body, devouring every inch of you.

"Now, bend over the table," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. You did as he said, your hands gripping the edge of the table as you lowered your body, presenting yourself to him. The cool surface of the table against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat that was building inside you. You could feel the moisture between your legs as it dripped down your thighs, a testament to the arousal that was consuming you.

Spencer stepped closer to you, his cock hard and pulsating with need. He ran his fingers through your hair, tangling them in the strands as he pulled your head back, his gaze never wavering from your exposed ass.

"You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you?" he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know you want this, don't you? You've been craving my cock since the first day we met."

You could only nod in response, your body trembling with anticipation as his erection pressed against your wet sex.

"Good," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Because I've been waiting for this moment ever since I saw you, too."

With one swift movement, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust inside you in one smooth motion. Your eyes widened at the sudden invasion, the pleasure and pain intermingling in a way that was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You gasped, arching your back as his cock filled you completely. Spencer's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he began to move within you. His thrusts were rhythmic and powerful, filling you to the brim with each movement.

Your moans filled the room as Spencer's cock slid in and out of you, every thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as he fucked you hard and rough. Your mind was a blur of mixed emotions, guilt mingling with desire as you surrendered to the animalistic lust that was consuming you.

You could feel his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. Your legs were trembling with each movement, your body submitting to his every command.

"You feel so good, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "So tight and wet. Just the way I always imagined you would be."

His words sent a rush of pleasure through you, making you clench around his cock. Spencer thrust deeper, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that had you gasping for breath.

"Tell me you want me, baby," he growled, his voice harsh with need. "Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."

You couldn't form words, your mind lost in the haze of pleasure and desire. All you could do was cry out and arch your back, begging for more.

"Please, please, please," you moaned, your voice ragged with need. "More, oh please, more."

Spencer's smile was wicked, his eyes dark and full of lust. "Tell me you want me, baby," he demanded, holding your hips tight as he thrust into you.

"I want you, oh, I want you so fucking much!" you cried out, your body writhing beneath him. Your nails dug into the edge of the table, your legs trembling as you pushed back against him, taking him deeper inside you.

His thrusts became harder, faster, each one a razor's edge of pleasure and pain. You could feel his fingers digging into your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he possessed you completely.

"Tell me, slut," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you're mine, and that you'll do anything I say."

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest as you grappled with the new dynamic unfolding between you. But you knew that you wanted this, needed this, and so you did as he commanded.

"I'm yours, sir," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you surrendered to the power, he held over you. "I'll do anything you say."

Spencer's eyes widened at your submission, a sense of triumph and desire flooding his entire being. He thrusted deeper into you, his cock aching to be buried inside you even further.

Your moans grew louder, your body shaking with every thrust as he took control of you. The power he wielded over you sent ripples of ecstasy through your entire being, your mind hazy with pleasure.

"That's it, baby, let me hear you," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me how much you love taking my cock, how much you love feeling me inside you."

You couldn't form words, your breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps. Your fingernails left marks on the edge of the table, your body writhing under his assault.

"Mmm, that's it, tell me baby," he urged, his hips moving in a relay and powerful stroke. "Tell me how much you love my cock inside you, how much you need it."

You could only whimper in response, your body trembling with each thrust. Your moans filled the room, and your entire body was on fire with pleasure and desire.

"Say it, baby," he demanded, his voice growing rough with need. "Say you love my cock inside you."

"I-I love your cock inside me," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you, please don't stop."

Spencer's eyes darkened at your plea, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust into you harder. Your moans filled the room, your body arching and begging for more. You could feel the tension building, the wave of pleasure and desire crashing over you.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Come for me, let go of all that pleasure and surrender to me completely."

Your body shuddered, your moans growing louder as the orgasm overwhelmed you. Your pussy clenched around his cock, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through Spencer's entire being.

He continued to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of you in a relentless rhythm. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling with each movement. 

You could tell Spencer wasn’t far off from his own release, the muscles in his abdomen tightening with every thrust.

The feeling of him inside you was indescribable, the intensity of your orgasm mixing with the pleasure of him taking you so roughly. You could feel him hardening even more, his cock pulsating with need as he fucked you deeper and faster.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he growled, his eyes locked on yours. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

Your mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions, pleasure, and lust mingling with the desire to please him. You wanted him to take you, to possess you completely.

"Yes, sir, fill me up," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

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[wild-karrde]

Y'all... I cannot stress enough how you need to interact with things in order to maintain a fandom community.

I have seen absolutely abysmal interaction with everything I've posted lately, and it is IMMENSELY disheartening. Of course, I create it for me, but I choose to share it with everyone and want to get excited about it WITH YOU. And it seems that every other artist/writer/creator I know is experiencing the same thing.

If you're one of the people that regularly interact or just have hit a bit of a speedbump lately, then please know I'm not talking to you. I'm also not talking to other creators that have to choose between engaging or creating (and sometimes just don't have the bandwidth). I'm talking to the blogs that ask for more and then never comment or share. I'm talking to the people that sign up for tag lists and then are never heard from again. I'm talking to blogs that spam like but haven't reblogged anything since 2022. Y'all, this site thrives off of interaction. That is how it works. You have to help things circulate, and it is so frustrating to see the entire place in a collective slump. I have been blocking blogs left, right, and center that do not share things, and I will continue to do so. But it is such a freakin' bummer to see the state of things at the moment.

Hell, I started a sideblog for Fandom Friday (@fandom-friday), and have only received a handful of submissions after getting asked numerous times when it would be coming back. IT'S BACK. IT'S HERE. WHERE IS EVERYONE????? I figured after a few months' break, that people would have plenty of submissions stacked up, but that has not been the case AT ALL.

Fandom communities are such incredible places, but it's felt like a ghost town around here lately with the writers and artists just screaming into the void to PLEASE INTERACT WITH OUR STUFF. Please show up for one another because it is so very soul-crushing to watch everyone I know just feel completely disheartened. I cannot tell you how depressing it is to spend hours and hours carefully crafting something, being genuinely excited about it, and get almost no interaction or response other than a few likes and comments.

PLEASE INTERACT WITH THINGS YOU LIKE OR ELSE THERE WON'T BE ANY MORE THINGS TO INTERACT WITH.

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[writingquestionsanswered]

hello! i've struggled with writer's block for so long that i've forgotten how to write something that i genuinely like... recently i've been trying to go back, but given my current schedule and me being in med school, it's impossible for me to sit down and just ... write but do you have any tips how i can slowly ease myself back into writing? thanks so much 🥹🙏🏼

Slowly Easing Back Into Writing (w/ a Busy Schedule)

1 - For Now, Write for Fun and Relaxation - When you're neck deep in work, school, parenting, caregiving, or any other of life's big commitments, you may want to go the low pressure route with writing and let it be an outlet for fun and relaxation. This gives you carte blanche to write when, what, and how much you want without having to worry about any sort of "progress." And the beauty is, whether you write five words a day or five-hundred, you are still "making progress" in terms of honing your writing skills and adding to a body of work. You just don't have to be focused on that for now.

2 - Meet Yourself Where You're At - Even when you give yourself permission to write for fun, you may still find yourself wanting to create goals, a writing routine, and a writing schedule... and that's fine, just be sure to meet yourself where you're at when creating these things. In other words, be honest with yourself about things like available writing time, energy requirements, potential distractions, steady commitments, and other potential challenges to meeting goals and sticking with a routine/schedule. Be flexible. Have reasonable expectations. And give yourself grace when things don't go as planned.

3 - Go For the "Low Hanging Fruit" - Getting back into writing doesn't have to mean pursuing big writing projects, and it honestly probably shouldn't when you have other big things going on that need to take priority. Luckily, there's a lot of "low hanging fruit" you can go after to get your words in. Those will be different for everyone according to where you find inspiration and motivation, but some examples would be journaling about your day or dreams, writing reviews of books and movies, writing out your feelings about a particular current event or something unusual you experienced that day, flash fiction writing prompts, short poem, free writing, writing exercises, etc. In other words, things that allow you to write as much or as little as you want, and you can switch it up depending on how you're feeling.

4 - Spend Time Filling Your Creative Well - If you're limited on time and energy, don't underestimate the importance of using the free time you have to fill your creative well... read books/short stories/fan-fiction/magazines/news stories, listen to audibooks or podcasts, watch TV shows or movies, play video games, watch documentaries, learn about things that interest you, research your family tree... anything that puts stories and story elements into your head is going to help you be a better writer. And if that's all you have time to do right now, that's okay, too!

5 - Make It a "Whole Thing" - If circumstances permit, take whatever writing time you have each week or month and "make it a whole thing." Get yourself a nice/pretty/fun notebook and some nice and/or colorful pens. Create a writing playlist. Find a special place to write (it can change as needed) where you'll feel safe, comfortable, and will be relatively distraction free. Create a little writing routine for yourself, like drinking a certain beverage, starting by listening to a certain song, wearing a particular hat or comfy cardigan, eating a particular snack, putting on some mood lighting... whatever works. It could even be as simple as putting a particular object next to your keyboard like a pretty rock, a scented candle, a certain plushie... anything your mind can start to associate with "this is writing time" can help trigger things that will get you into writing mode when it's time.

Here are some other posts that may help:

Guide: How to Rekindle Your Motivation to Write Guide: Filling Your Creative Well Getting Excited About Your Story Again Getting Unstuck: Motivation Beyond Mood Boards & Playlists Getting Your Writing Magic Back After a Break Writer’s Block

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[cosmictheo]

𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

— summary: joel helps you through a emotional breakdown after henry and sam's death. — pairing: joel miller x female!reader — word count: 2k — warnings: angst, death mentions, suicide mentions, mental breakdown, crying fit, some backstory from reader's past, joel being the most comforting best boyfriend ever, ellie being the angel she is. just a little comfort for those who need it because it is deserved<3

joel’s playlist i made for inspo

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

“Henry, take it easy, look at me.”

Joel's voice barely managed to be heard over the constant ringing that had risen in your ears, mixed with the rumbling of your heart thundering in your ears.

“'Gimme the gun, Henry.”

“W—what did I do?” Henry's voice trembled and you closed your eyes tightly just after he took the gun to his head.

“Henry—”

All you heard next was the gunshot and the faint whimper of Ellie, whom you had pulled to your chest, shielding her with your body in case Henry wanted to have shot you in your direction, blinded by anger and grief.

Then you heard footsteps approaching rapidly. Joel. “Ellie. Are you okay?”

He comforted Ellie, speaking to her in a rather soft tone, resting his hands on her shoulders and stepping in front of her so that it wasn't possible for her to see Henry's body bleeding on the ground, though the damage had already been done, for she had seen firsthand how he had shot himself. The girl just nodded her head weakly and Joel then helped her to her feet, guiding her out of the room with slow steps, as she was still in shock.

And then he came back to you, naturally.

He called your name in a soft tone, crouching down in front of you, his hands sought your cheeks, cradling them and guiding your head in his direction, noticing how your eyes had dragged from Henry's body to his little brother in front of him, a few steps away. Your heart stopped for a few moments, noticing the orange paint still around his eyes, but then all you saw was Joel's anxious look as he turned your chin toward him very gently.

“Oh, baby girl—” Soft, frightened honey eyes searched yours, “Look at me, baby. I'm here, I've got you.”

You let out a sob against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, blocking your view of the two bodies in the room.

“I'm so— so tired of this.” You blubbered out, quivering through sobs.

Joel clenched his jaw, blinking a couple of times so as to keep tears from coming from his eyes as he heard your broken sobs. And of course it was a difficult situation, you never thought it would end like this for Henry and Sam, you were supposed to help them.

But he knew exactly why it affected you so much. During the outbreak you had lost your sister, you had told him about her and how she had been taken from you by the infection, not a couple of hours had passed and she had already been bitten. You had to shoot her yourself, because who else would do it? You never forgave yourself for her death and you never would, he knew that.

And watching all this happen in front of your eyes of course had been like re-experiencing the most traumatic and terrifying day of your entire life.

“I know, baby. I know.” He whispered reassuringly against the side of your head, stroking your hair with one hand and with the other, tracing non-existent lines and shapes on your lower back. He placed a kiss on your the line of your forehead before speaking again, “Can you walk for me? We have to get out of here, okay?”

But you didn't respond, you simply broke in his arms and Joel felt his chest tighten at the sight of you in that vulnerable state. Rarely had he seen you like this, rarely had he seen you cry, much less in such a grief-stricken way.

So he simply held you, hugging you tightly, as if you were somehow going to disappear at any moment. He gave you a couple of minutes to unwind and then sighed shakily, fingers combing your hair.

“I'm gonna' to take you in my arms, okay?” he murmured against your ear, taking your arms to wrap around his neck, “hold on tight and just look at me, baby. Just me.” Your gaze crawled up to his face, finally meeting his, bright with concern and softness for you, his rough fingers caressed your cheekbone, “There you are, you just keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?”

“O–okay.” You replied in your broken voice, nodding weakly.

“That's my girl.” He complimented you tenderly, leaning in a little so he could lay an affectionate kiss on your forehead, trying to reassure you in every way he could. “You're doing so good.”

Your arms went around his shoulders and you hid your face against his neck as he lifted you into his arms, heading for the room door, where outside Ellie was still waiting for you, in complete silence.

She turned to you when she heard Joel leave the room and her face transformed to one of concern when she saw your condition. You had never shown yourself to be so emotional in front of her, not as much as Joel of course, at least you joked with her sometimes, were constantly concerned for her well being and even held her hand when you were in very dangerous situations. Ellie looked up to you and seeing you fall apart like that showed her that you were human and you were so strong.

She followed Joel silently as he exited the building with you in his arms, glancing at you from time to time with concern, although your sobs were over once you were outside.

Ellie gave you two a moment alone, giving you space as she stood a few feet away from you, sitting on a small concrete pillar.

Joel set you down on the ground, but his arms never left you, his hands running up your shoulders, caressing you affectionately, until they reached your face, his thumbs drying your wet cheeks. He made a pitiful little grimace as he met your bloodshot eyes, holding back a dark, lost gaze.

He wasn't used to seeing you so dull and detached from reality, but he did what he did best to bring you back to him. Talk to you through it. He new very well the effect his voice had on you, several times you had mentioned to him that you loved his voice because it managed to calmed you down even during difficult moments.

“I got you, baby.” Joel stated daintily, holding your gaze, soft voice bringing you back. “I'm here, I'm here for you, you're okay, you're safe with me.”

He approached you and kissed the tip of your nose affectionately, brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen across your forehead, blocking his view of your beautiful eyes. “I won't let anything happen to you. I promise.”

At his words, you felt the sudden urge to hug him, so you did, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him to you, making him break into a weak little smile, wrapping you in his arms again. As you laid your head against his chest, you closed your eyes, focusing on the beating of his heart against your ear, the expansion of his chest with each inhale of oxygen from his lungs, the way his fingers caressed your back, the smell of his scent, gunpowder, coffee and wet soil; Joel. Your Joel.

You sniffed once you lifted your head, resting your chin against his chest, “Ellie? She's—”

Joel smiled sweetly at your question, relieved to know that you were drifting back to him slowly, snapping back to reality. And of course the first thing you would do was ask about Ellie, his hands stroking your hair now, looking down at you in his arms, “She's fine, she's here.”

“I'm sorry.” You mumbled between sniffles and Joel watched with his brow furrowing in pity as shame passed over your beautiful face, eyes sorrowful. “I shouldn't have—”

And for that, he immediately interrupted you, making it impossible for you to continue with your unnecessary apology, well knowing it was coming, as you tended to feel the need to apologize whenever you were too emotional in front of him.

“Hey, there's nothin' you need to apologize for, pretty girl, most certainly not to me. It's a completely natural and normal reaction.” His gaze became sorrowful, thinking fleetingly of all you had suffered over the years and how he had not been there to protect you. But now he was. And he wasn't going anywhere. “You've been through a lot, but you're still here, with me, that means you're strong, darlin'. The strongest person I know.” His fingers trailed down your hair, again cradling your face within the familiar warmth they always offered. His cheeks expanded as a sympathetic, sweet smile tugged at his lips. “You know I got you. Always.”

You nodded your head, pushing aside every reason your head was giving you to apologize for feeling this way and focusing on his eyes, your hands made a path up his arms until they rested over his hands, fingers soothingly caressing his upon your cheeks. “I know. Thank you, honey.”

“That's what I'm here for.” He replied before leaning over to you and leaving a kiss on your forehead so soft and loving that it made you close your eyes, holding back the urge to cry again. “I'm going to bring them here, bury them. They deserve it.”

You nodded your head once again, “They do.”

Joel broke away from you and not before giving your hand a squeeze he half turned back to Ellie, throwing her a gentle look, twisting his head in your direction. “Stay close to her.”

Ellie didn't need him to tell her that for her to immediately cling to you, offering you a weak smile as you took her hand between yours. She gave it a small squeeze, silently letting you know she was there for you, which you thanked her for by returning the gesture.

And you both watched with your hands joined as Joel buried Henry and Sam. And by the time Joel finished, Ellie unlaced her hand from yours, walking towards the graves, taking in her other hand the small slate that belonged to Sam.

Joel took his position back at your side, analyzing your gaze as you watched Ellie lay the little slate on Sam's grave, both of you giving her own time to mourn and to say goodbye to the one who, so far, had been the closest thing to a friend she'd had in years, maybe. It broke your heart at the mere thought of how much she had had to go through in her short life. She was so strong.

Ellie stood up a few minutes later, looking at Joel. Her face was stern and she looked more determined than ever. She was just tired of losing people too, you guessed. “Which way's west?”

Joel simply answered her by motioning with his head in the direction and she without another word, started walking to the street.

Your eyes filled with tears as you saw what she had written to him on the board. 'I'm sorry.'

Joel's warm hand on your lower back brought you back to reality, drawing your attention back to him, looking at you affectionately. “You ready?”

You nodded your head and looked at him as he put his backpack back on, hanging up his jacket before taking your hand between his and walking back down your path, leaving once again, a couple more bodies behind you, weighing more on your shoulders.

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[wheels-of-despair]

Fangs for the Mammaries Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie brings a shexy new toy into the bedroom. Contains: Attempted sexytimes, excessive goofiness, banter that will make you cringe, Eddie being Eddie, Evil Woman wanting a divorce from a moron she's not even married to yet. Words: 1.2k Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

"Gettin' bored over here, Munson."

You're lying on your back on his bed, blindfolded, listening to him run around the room.

"Keep your panties on, I've gotta set the mood!"

"Why did a chill just run up my spine?" you deadpan.

"AHA!" His triumphant cackle makes your hair stand on end.

After a few clicks of lights and lamps and the unmistakable shuffle of Eddie struggling to get out of his jeans, the mattress bounces as he jumps on top of you. His knees straddle your hips, and his hands close around your wrists, bringing them up above your head.

"Does this mean you're finally ready to sex me up?"

"Mhm," he hums. You can hear his smile, and fight one of your own. The mattress creaks as he leans down. You feel his breath on your cheek. His nose nuzzles your neck. And then…

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

You feel him shaking with laughter on top of you, and fight to free your hands from his grasp. When you finally overpower him - or more likely, he decided to let you go - you rip off the bandana he'd used as a blindfold… and your jaw drops.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Edward?"

Eddie roars with laughter.

So much, in fact, that the plastic vampire fangs almost fall out of his mouth.

He reaches up to shove the vibrant green teeth back in, glowing bright in the blacklight that bathes the room in purple, then shakes out his hair like he's in a shampoo commercial.

"D'you not fine thish shexy?"

"Get your ass off of me, I'm leaving."

"Uh-uh!" He falls forward again and pins your wrists.

"Gib me a kish."

"No."

"Pleash."

"No."

He bats his eyelashes and sucks back the spit that had been gathering in his open mouth so it doesn't dribble on you. What a gentleman.

"Pleeeeash."

You can't hold back your laughter anymore.

"Alright, fine, c'mere, you psychopath," you roll your eyes.

If you're into all tongue and no lip action, invest in a pair of plastic vampire fangs.

When he's done slobbering on your face, he moves to your neck.

"If you bite me, I'm gonna repay the favor," you warn.

"Promish?"

"Let my hands go so I can smack you."

You feel him chuckle against your collarbone, and he does. But for some reason, your hands come to rest on his shoulders instead of carrying out your threat. He nibbles his way down to his beloved girls.

"Sho shoft," he mumbles, rubbing his face against your breasts. The only thing separating him from your warm skin is a faded t-shirt. He drifts a little lower and starts pulling your shirt up with his fangs, an inch at a time, glancing up at you like he's waiting for permission.

Or for you to do it for him.

You reach down to grab the hem and help him out, whipping the shirt over your head and throwing it elsewhere. His eyes get bigger, just like they always do when he sees you naked. He'd probably lick his lips, were he not trying to keep his fangs from falling out.

You shiver when the points of his fangs graze your soft flesh. He's gonna bite. You know he's gonna bite.

He circles your nipple with the edge of one of his plastic teeth and your brace yourself.

"OW!" You jump when he finally bites you. It's not painful, just not something you'd experienced before. Obviously.

"You kay?" he raises his head and asks with panic.

"Keep goin', Drac," you laugh, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer. He grins and dives back in. He spends a while nibbling at each breast, getting harder each time a bite causes your body to twitch against him. It's a strange sensation that causes a lot of giggling from both parties.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," you laugh. "How did I get here? What did I do wrong?"

"You lub it," he mumbles, moving down to your stomach. You lub him.

"Nope," you say when his slobbery kisses reach the waistband of your panties.

"Pleash," he whines, trying to get a fang between the elastic and your skin. You slide a hand into his hair and try to guide him away.

"Nope. We're done here, Count Dorkula."

"Just onsh?"

"Nope."

"I'll shtop if you dote like it." He bats his pretty eyelashes up at you, and you sigh. He just looks so damn cute.

"One time, and then we never speak of this again."

"Yesh!"

You hold your face in your hands, dragging your fingers down your cheeks. The things we do for lub.

Eddie slides your panties off, spreads your legs, and dives in with his stupid plastic fangs.

It only takes a few seconds for you to forget about the absurdity of the fangs and focus on the tongue. He doesn't try to nip or bite. He doesn't quite get his normal reach, with the plastic in the way, but he makes up for it with speed.

He doesn't surface until you've soaked his face. He drops the fangs into his hand and grins at you.

"You know what would've been awesome?"

"If your next sentence contains the word 'blood', I'm gonna kick you in the face."

He laughs and crawls up the bed to lie next to you, leaning over to deposit the teeth on his nightstand.

"This is the best day of my life," he grins, gazing at you like you hung the moon.

"I want a divorce."

"We're not married yet," he laughs, getting comfortable on his back next to you.

"I'm gonna marry you just so I can divorce you."

"I'll take what I can get, I guess." He reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze. You lie there for a moment, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars you'd stuck on his ceiling together, until you have the strength to move.

"Be right back," you smile, turning to kiss him before rolling out of bed to go freshen up.

He's so pleased with himself for pulling off his fang stunt that he doesn't notice you swipe them from the table on your way out. Or the suspicious curve of the hand that's concealing them when you return.

Eddie is right where you left him; lying on his back in the center of the bed, hands behind his head and a tent in his boxers. You hop onto the mattress and straddle him like he did you, starting at his neck and slowly kissing a trail down to his boxers. He lifts his ass and lets you take them off and throw them aside.

You duck your head so he can't see, and when you raise back up…

"No," he says quickly.

"Told you I wash gonna repay the fabor."

"Don't."

"I shurvived. Sho will you."

"Babe."

"Your mouf shaysh no, but thish," you gave his leaking cock a light tap, "saysh yesh."

He whines. His brow furrows and his dick twitches as he considers it. He'll cave. You just have to wait it out.

You lace your fingers and rest your chin on top of them, blinking up at him sweetly from your position between his legs. You grin through the gleaming hunk of plastic in your mouth. He'll cave. You know he'll ca--

"Do it, please, oh my god, what the fuck--" His whining stops the second you glide your mouth down the length of his cock.

Stupid glow-in-the-dark vampire fangs and all.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #no i did not go out and buy a pair of cheap vamp fangs so i could accurately translate this #(this is a lie. anybody need a pair? i have spares. XD)

[mavrintarou]

[12:32 P M] - Haitani Ran

I'm sorry for ghosting you all, I have been having the hardest time trying to break out of my writers block for the two on-going stories. So, here's what has been occupying in my head rent free - Haitani Ran.

Warning: 18+ mentions of gunshot wound; Ran being Ran; soft Ran; smut; protected to unprotected sex(oops); mentions of pregnancy; mentions of Shinichiro's death Note: nothing edited. I've been caught up in some Ran stories and couldn't get this off. I promise I have not abandoned the other two stories!

Second part

Haitani Ran knew he was in love with Y/l Y/n the moment she hovered over him, pressing her small hand against his shoulder to stop the bleeding.

He got shot; he fucken got shot at.

Having experienced gunshot wounds in the past, he had encountered moments of peril. Yet, as he glanced up and beheld an angelic figure hovering above him, a profound sense of certainty gripped him. Ran thought this was it; his sins had finally caught up to him, and this beautiful angel was here to take him away; if she were the one taking him to hell, he would gladly go.

Or was she taking him to heaven?

Especially when she ripped off her shirt, only wearing her black tank top, and used the material to press down on his shoulder. The pain he felt earlier is gone as his eyes gaze at her cleavage exposed to him.

Would she grant him one last wish? To allow him to smush his face against her tits?

Ran had a smile on his face, his mind floating away in his imagination. Amid the moment, he feels his blood rushing down south.

“Hey.” The angel speaks, or was it the grim reaper? She hovers over him, her lengthy hair hanging, making her look even more exquisite. “Stay with me.”

His eyes slowly droop, “you’re so beautiful…” and he reaches a hand to touch her face. His blood accidentally smeared against her cheek, and he drops his hand, “sorry, love….”

“You’re fine… just stay with me here… I’ll get you fixed up, and you’ll be good as new again… what’s your name?”

“Whatever you want it to be,” he grins at her cute and confused look, “but you can call me… daddy.” He lets out a chuckle when her lips curve into a smile. Did she like that?

Hell, if he hasn’t already accepted death, he would gladly welcome death in exchange if she called him daddy.

She smiled, shaking her head at his delirious nonsense, “you’re funny even as you’re bleeding to death, aren’t you? I think we will be great friends.”

She looked away before he could reply, his mouth lagging with this stupid, careless gunshot wound. He wanted badly to grab her chin, to keep her eyes only on him. Only on him, but he couldn’t feel his hands anymore; they were so heavy. She asked someone nearby what his name was.

“Ran,” her angelic voice calls his sweet and heavenly name. Would it still sound the same when he’s buried deep inside her, filling her up?

Goodness, he wanted to fuck her right here, have her ride him to his death.

He wanted to cum so badly – cum inside of her.

She looks like she would be a perfect mom for his baby. He could knock her up and leave his heir behind…

Leave his legacy behind.

He’d accept that.

“Ran, what’s your favorite color?”

He closes his eyes and hums, “lilac….”

“How old are you?”

“However old you want me to be….” He had a gut feeling she was older than him. She was too perfect to be his age or younger.

She looks so mature… so ripe… so beautiful.

Since puberty, Ran has known and has always been attracted to older women. They were just better… they were his cup of tea.

She mumbled something he couldn’t hear or understand. He was getting tired, eyes slowly drooping closed.

“Is he all right?” He heard a male voice ask.

Mikey?

“Yeah, he’ll be all right.” His angel answered.

Sleep was slowly taking over, and he didn’t want her to disappear the next time he opened his eyes.

With every ounce of energy he had left, his hands reached up and cupped her breasts, filling his large palms and giving them a handful squeeze.

Satisfaction and happiness were written all over his face.

“Ran,” Mikey’s voice is dangerously low, “I don’t care that you’re hurt… get your fucken hands off my sister-in-law right now. ”

The last of his juice power depleted at the three words, sister-in-law?

. .

Ran hasn’t felt embarrassed in a long time.

When he made his recovery and remembered what happened…

He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to dig up a hole and hide in it.

Especially when the angel he remembers was staring at him with a smile that made his cock hard as a rock the moment he woke up.

Mikey introduced her to the team a few days later. The annoyance on his face was clear as day as everyone gawked at her.

It was rare to see a woman on the team.

Y/n is dangerously beautiful.

He was one of the many gawking at her from the side.

He was still flabbergasted that she saved his life.

He owed her his now.

With that, Mikey made it very clear that she was off limit, shooting a silent glare at Ran specifically.

Mikey announced, “she is someone important to me. That means she is someone important to Bonten. Protect her with your life.”

Sanzu Haruchiyo might be number two, but Y/n was number one-and-a-half.

She was the fiancée of his late brother, Sano Shinichiro. They had planned to wed a month from the day he died precisely. Y/n remained part of the Sano family regardless, and Mikey was not going to discard her, and he had no intention to when she was the only remaining family member left after Emma’s death.

She was the older sister he never had.

Ran knew nothing of her existence.

Sure enough, the reason for that was that she had been overseas working as a medical doctor and had only returned at Mikey’s request.

She will be the doctor for the executive members.

Ran wanted to have a physical examination at this moment.

. .

If Ran couldn’t have her…

Well… he had no choice but to keep himself distracted from her.

But he couldn’t.

He only came to the main house for executive meetings. Every executive member had their own room, but no one wanted to stay there since it was hidden in the mountains, away from their work or territory. Like most other executive members, Ran had his own condo and sanctuary when he needed a mental, physical, and emotional break from reality.

But lately, he’s been finding himself at the main house.

Because that’s where Y/n was staying.

He had only discovered she was staying there alone after a last-minute visit to the main house. It was either the Gods testing him or on his side. He was on that side of town, and it was late; he figured he would crash for the night and return to work in the morning.

He honestly had no idea she was staying at the main house until he walked in, and the smell of delicious food hit his nostrils.

Y/n had her back towards him, humming at the stove, and for a second there, his life flashed…

Ran imagined how coming home to a wife making dinner would be.

Loud music was blasting, and she had not heard or felt his presence until her instincts kicked in and she turned around; her eyes widened when she found someone standing behind her, only to smile immediately when it was just him.

She greeted him with a smile, making his cock twitch. “Just in time, come eat.”

Ran learned that she spent her day caring for the house and contemplated picking up a part-time job, but there was nothing nearby that she could work at. She also needed a position where she could immediately step away to tend to a situation.

“Mikey won’t let me leave unless I have a bodyguard.” She chugged her beer, something he found extremely sexy.

“You can come to stay with me? I have extra rooms.” He leaned back against his chair only because his pants were getting too tight. He would have to sit for a bit longer until his cock settled down. He sees the lightbulb in her head go off; she is considering it.

Was it a good idea?

That meant he would have a more challenging time controlling himself. That also meant he would have to be quieter and not moan her name loudly when jerking himself off in the shower.

“I might have to consider that,” she smiles, “but I don’t want to bother you. I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to be able to get a place under my name since I gave up my Japanese citizenship.”

“You can stay with me however long you want.”

He came practically every night, having dinner with her.

Just the two of them.

Every night.

It was hard to leave, especially when he discovered that her room was right next to his; they were the only two on the left wing of the house.

They would say goodnight and good morning to each other.

Ran was finding himself falling harder each day and night.

She would cook and clean, keeping herself occupied, and he swears by the Gods above that her face lights up when he enters the house.

Of course, it was only short-lived until everyone started returning because it meant a home cook meal from Y/n. It became a routine that every Sunday, it was a fucken family-executive dinner.

Y/n was the mother hen of the house, cooking and cleaning and taking care of everyone, and it was pissing Ran off that everyone intruded on his private time with her.

The conversation of her moving in with him was swept under the rug; he didn’t know if it would happen anymore.

He walks out of the shower, wraps a towel around his hips, and leaves the bathroom when another body collides with him.

His arms instantly wrapped around the small body, steadying them; instantly, he knew it was Y/n. She was the only other person on this side of the house.

Ran indulged himself, even if it was two seconds – he got to hold her, and she felt wonderful in his arms.

She was small, a head shorter than him, and he wanted to devour her.

She gasped, and he looked down at her, confused, and that’s when he realized his towel had slipped, pooling at his ankles.

His cock was still hard even after he’s jerked off. “Fuck…”

Y/n looks up at him, cheeks pinkish, “Ran….”

Ran cups her face, no longer caring. “Please Y/n… let me kiss you…” he never felt so desperate before.

His eyes widen when she cups his face, pulling him down to meet her halfway; her lips press against him in a soft kiss before she pulls away slightly.

“Satisfied?”

He blinks, dumbfounded. “Again – do it again… I wasn’t – ready.”

She pushes herself onto the tip of her toes and kisses him again, this time deeply.

His hands drop from her face, and he holds her waist, pulling her against his body. He takes the invitation when her mouth opens and slips his tongue to dance with hers.

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his, mouth moving hungrily over his.

“Ran,” she breathes, breaking the kiss, but he shifts his mouth to her jaw, nipping and kissing down to her throat. “We…”

He didn’t want her to tell him to stop. Or tell him this was a mistake; he’ll do anything to convince her that this is right and worth it.

“Bed – bedroom…” she utters when he nips the spot along her neck, where he feels her pulse beating fast like his.

Abandoning the towel, he lifts her easily, making her wrap her legs around his torso as he carries her across the hall to his room.

He sets her back on her feet; his forehead pressed against hers. He finally catches his breath, “you… sure this is what you want?” One hand touches her cheek, thumb rubbing her lower lip.

Her eyes are wavering, and he panics – if she had second thoughts, he would let her go.

It’ll kill him, but he’ll let her go.

She tilted her head towards him until the tip of their nose touched, and she closed her eyes, whispering softly, “Ran… I haven’t – I haven’t done this since Shin… I haven’t wanted anyone but him, but… God help me… I want you so fucken bad.” Her eyes open, looking at him straight in the eyes, “I want you, Ran, or so tell me to leave now….”

His lips curve into a smile; he reaches behind him and twists the lock on the doorknob. “You’re fucken crazy if you think I’ll tell you to leave; I was going to tell you to tell me to leave.”

He backs her towards his bed, grabbing the ends of her shirt and pulling it off.

“But this is your room.”

She was moving back when he stopped, seeing her naked underneath her shirt. She smirked at him and proceeded to push her shorts down her legs.

Y/n stood completely naked six feet away from him, waiting for him. “I hope you weren’t expecting a supermodel body….”

Two strides and Ran closed the distance between them; his mouth met hers to kiss her stupid – for thinking and assuming the worst of herself.

He pushes her down onto his bed, pushing her legs so he can settle in between. “I’ll show you,” he says between kisses, “your body here is what I’ve been dying to taste… to have… and,” he nips her lower lip, earning a whimper from her. His cock jolted; he couldn’t wait to hear her whimper when he finally fucks her. “I never expected you to have a supermodel body.”

Ran pushes himself onto his knees, admiring her glorious naked body that will be beneath him shortly.

But first, he palms her tits, groaning at the feeling of skin-to-skin.

At last, doing what he wanted to do the first time he met her, he smoother his face against her chest.

Her soft giggles were new to his ears, and he loved it.

“I wanted to do this the first time I met you,” he says, pressing both mounds against his face before taking a puckered nipple into his mouth. He teased the sensitive nipple before releasing it and doing the same for the other side.

“Ran,” Y/n moans, “enough… I want you.”

He would have to wait a bit to pay ultimate attention to her tits later; now, he needed to be inside of her.

“Condom…” he mumbled out loud. He really didn’t want to leave between her legs but rolled away to the draw by his bed, blindly fumbling around until he found one. He frowns when she moves from where he left her to find her in the middle of his bed. Crawling towards her, he used his teeth to tear the packet, pulling the condom out to roll it on his aching cock.

He resettles himself between her legs. “I’ll try… to go easy.”

He watched her hands rub along her slit and circle her clit. “I’m not fragile, Ran.”

He groans, “don’t – don’t say that. I don’t want to scare you away…” he rubs the tip of his cock against her slits, “if you can’t tell, Y/n, this isn’t going to be a one-time thing… I probably should have told you that but too late now. No turning back.” He slips the bulbous head past her folds, feeling the tightness. “Relax, baby…”

Ran didn’t know if she liked those endearing names, but he didn’t just say it to anyone.

He kept his eyes on her; this was about her. Her eyes were closed, teeth clenching down on her lower lip. He was about to stop pushing, not even making past the entrance of her divine walls, when she widened her legs, pushing her pelvis towards him.

Ran fell onto one elbow when the tip of his cock came in contact with her soft, warm walls. He was going to nut into the condom any second now before he could even fit his whole cock in.

“More,” she whispers, “more, Ran.”

He sheaths his entire length inside her until he can go no further. Her chest arches off the bed, and he takes this moment to allow her to adjust.

There are many things Ran takes pride in; one of them is the size of his cock. He knows he’s big. Large. Top of the line.

And he knew how to use it well too.

He rolls his hips slowly, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

Her legs shift alongside his torso, accepting him deeper. “Ran… Ran, you feel so good….”

His pace quickens, and he drops his weight onto her, caging her in and beneath him.

Forever, if he had it his way.

Fuck, he wasn’t ever going to have enough.

Y/n cups his face, bringing his mouth to hers in a soft kiss.

His hips pounded into her, lewd skin-on-skin slapping echo his room with their noise.

Ran has never had such an intimate kind of sex before. It was always a fuck. Just sex.

He sounded crazy and knows he’s crazy… but this was more than just sex.

“Fuck… this is so good… so fucken good…”

Y/n nods her head, a moan echoing off her lips. “Ran… I’m so close….”

“Me too, baby….” One hand reaches between their bodies, and he rubs her sensitive nub, bringing her to the peak. “Cum, Y/n, cum for me baby…”

Her nails dig into his biceps, body shuddering in bliss. “Ran!”

Ran snaps his hips hard twice before stilling, shaking in his release. He groans her name hotly into her ear, squishing her to the mattress.

Her breath fans his ear, and he quivers again when he feels her hands feathering down his back.

Immediately, he lifts his weight off her so he’s not squishing her. “Sorry…” he shifts onto one elbow, running a hand through his hair.

He’s at a loss for words.

Usually, he leaves for the bathroom and cleans up, which is the cue for the woman to leave.

But he doesn’t want her to leave, let alone he doesn’t want to pull out yet.

Ran blushes at her gaze on him, “I hope… you’re okay.”

Her finger traces the Bonten insignia tattoo on his neck, then the tattoo on his shoulder and chest. “It was phenomenal, Ran.”

His heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Ran,” she pulls him back, “I… I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, yes, sorry,” he sits back and then gets distracted by seeing them intimately connected.

And he feels his cock twitch.

He didn’t want to pull out.

“I promise… I’ll come back.” She assures with a smile.

How was she so perfect?

“Sorry…” he mutters, slowly withdrawing. He groans when he pulls out completely, instantly missing the tightness of her walls.

“Oh,” Y/n whispered, shifting herself onto her elbows, distracted.

They were both looking at the mess they made.

A real mess.

The condom… broke… torn as the tip of his cock was fully exposed.

His eyes shift to her wet pussy, and he swallows the lump in his throat at the sight of his cum oozing out.

Internally, a wave of panic surged through him. It wasn’t solely due to the intimate connection they had just shared but rather his apprehension about how she would respond. However, her laughter abruptly snapped him out of his daze; he found himself gazing at her, a perplexed expression adorning his face.

“Don’t worry; I’ll get the pill later.” She sits up and wraps a hand around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Would it be so bad if I was to get pregnant, though?”

. . .

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[wordsnstuff]

Hiya! Just wondering, what unusual and unique ways have helped you get out of a writer's creative block?

Let's talk *briefly* about writer's block.

Yes, this will be long, but I think it will help you.

It's been a long time since I was in a regular posting schedule for this blog, and that is upsetting to me (and many of you, I'm aware). For a significant chunk of that time, I considered writer's block to be the primary reason for this, but looking back on the nearly three years I've spent attempting over and over to return to the schedule and routine I once maintained, I have accepted that writer's block was never the problem. Not the way I thought.

I have, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, always thought of writer's block as if it's a tangible condition or something that happens to you, like a cold. That conclusion always prompted me to seek a solution (for instance, motivational content or exterior inspiration or anything that would enhance my capacity for self discipline). Because I thought of it as something that just developed naturally, I focused very little on the root of the issue and consequently it never seemed to improve.

For most of us, the past three years have ranged from severely abnormal to deeply traumatic, and though a lot of mythology around the process of art and inspiration tells us that conflict and pain inform a good portion of creativity, I have to admit that none of what the world has been through recently has made me want to write. When you and everyone you know have been in a survival mindset for several years, the seemingly trivial pleasure of creating fiction or sharing content about the process feels overwhelming. Every time I've returned to this space that I created long before experiencing any of this turmoil, especially because this turmoil occurred during the dawn of my adulthood, it has felt like a silly attempt at denial.

My writer's block, and I'm sure many others', was not simply a case of burnout or lack of inspiration. It's not that I had been pushing myself too hard without allowing for reasonable time for rest and recharging my mind, or that I simply ran out of ideas or reasons to want to continue. Even when you have the deepest of passion for a craft, you will always be human and therefore always affected by your environment and the events in your life. When you find yourself unable to put the pen to the paper, instead of asking what you can do to change that, ask why you're struggling in the first place. Focus on the cause, not the effect.

For me, a lot of my difficulty with writing has come from my environment and the mindset it has put me in. I am currently in university, so whether I like it or not, I have to write here and there and pull myself together to be able to do that. Every time I do so, I wonder why I can't enforce that same authority on myself for my personal projects, and it's because, for a long while, my environment has not been conducive to that effort. I haven't had the control over my schedule and responsibilities that I used to have, and finding a balance between these responsibilities and my personal goals has has a learning curve. All of these circumstances, for better or worse, have affected my mental state and my ability to write.

I did not have the freedom or even the energy to put in practice the exercises that helped me before, and as a result I haven't been writing. Coming out of that struggle hasn't been a matter of waiting for things to change or get better, it's been putting my energy toward a new process of trial and error. Since accepting that my new reality is here to stay, the priority has been finding new ways to work around it and specifically, work with it. This acceptance can require a lot of difficult reflection, and this can reach beyond your desire to write and into your desire to live a good life in general. It can feel silly or humiliating or patronizing to approach this reflection from the very bottom of things, and this includes the basics.

It may seem silly to consider the basics when the problem feels so extreme, but when you're consistently forgetting the casual maintenance of your mind and body, you will consistently find yourself failing to accomplish much beyond the bare minimum. If you struggle with mental health, this will be even more evident. Basic things like hydration, diet, sleep, movement, interaction, and joy will always be the most effective place to start when addressing why you cannot write. Once you have verified that these needs are met, then the presence of a deeper problem will reveal itself, but you'll never know if that's the case unless you check the other boxes.

So, you've checked the basics and they're all fine but you're still experiencing writer's block. Have you made time in your daily schedule for intentional rest? Are you coming home at the end of a long day and jumping straight into writing or keeping up with your duties at home or simply falling in front of a screen for a few hours? None of these things are rest. Distracting yourself with noise or housekeeping is not rest, and when it's all you do after a full day of other responsibilities, you haven't truly spent a moment with yourself finding fulfilling joy or relaxation. Yes, they can be compelling and very difficult habits within your routine to let go of, especially if you struggle to function without something occupying the back of your mind, but rest is extremely important to the creative process. If you like to scroll online a little bit or watch an episode of your comfort show after you get home to unwind, that's great. But in order to truly take advantage of your free time, try to optimize it by being intentional about the way you're experiencing it. Try not to fall into a routine of distraction because that isn't rest and it won't satisfy any of your needs.

Have you incorporated things into your routine that will contribute to your motivation to write? I don't mean you should put Stephen King quotes as your desktop screensaver or watch videos of people writing to make you want to participate. Those things help some people and that's great, but consuming things that make you think or bring you pleasure like books and well written movies or shows or music or podcasts can be just as impactful as anything else you do for your creative process. It's not just about what you do, it's about how others inspire you, and it's one thing to say you love books and reading and learning, and it's another to actually do them every day like you would wash your face or brush your teeth.

Whether you write as a hobby or an aspiration or a job, the creative process remains the same. It's important to remain consistent with the things you do to maintain your ability to write as much as it is to remain consistent with your actual writing routine. As a general rule of thumb, writer's block doesn't come from nowhere. If you want to alleviate it, you have to target the root of the problem or it will continue appearing on the surface. There is no one-size-fits-all cure to it and there are no "top ten wacky ways I solved years of executive dysfunction with the right chrome extension or tea flavor or candle scent or by typing upside down". This is internal work you will need to do, but it starts with trusting yourself. It is never too late to return to your passion. You will build it back up like a muscle, but you have to heal first.

I sincerely hope this helps,

Kate

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[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 17

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Oystein had finally settled into his new apartment and had just gotten off the phone with his dad about the last payment for the record shop. He had decided to step away from focusing on making the next record to follow another one of his passions. Helvete was his new baby and his record label would be working out of the shop to expand the Black Metal genre to as many people as he possibly could.

He sat at his typewriter and placed the photo Y/n had left him with the day they last spoke on the desk to the left. He kept the old photo of himself, Y/n and Pelle just next to that one. The day she slugged him and wrote him off, she probably would have been surprised to know that he kept that photo in the inside pocket of his jacket.

He stared at the photo for a few moments before putting a piece of paper into the type writer.

"Y/n, Please read what I have to say before you toss this into the garbage. I know it's selfish of me to ask for anymore of your time but you have to know that what we had, in the beginning, that was real. All of the moments we shared where I could be myself with you- if I could have lived in those moments again, I wouldn't change a thing. You were right though, we were always doomed to fail. Our paths are just too different. I want to apologize for how I treated you the night you came to the show. I know the first time I watched Dea-"

Oystein pulls a bit of white out from the drawer and covers the beginning of his name before resuming.

"I know the first time I watched Pelle cut his arms, it was fucked up. I had no idea what to do or how to respond to that. Honestly, I've never really experienced anything like that before Pelle. I knew I couldn't let him know that because I feared it would only make him retreat more. Your response to it was normal and I'm sorry I treated you like it wasn't. I also want to apologize for how I reacted to you in the bar that night. I can't pretend I wasn't caught off guard by the guy you walked in with but that is no excuse for how I came at you. In the time that I spent not hearing your voice or seeing your face, I tried to block out all the things you made me feel. I tried to chalk it up to us being too different or this life scaring you away but that day after Pelle killed himself...I know I fucked up Y/n. I regret everything I've ever said or done that has hurt you even for a second because the only hurt you ever caused me was my own fault."

Oystein sat back in the chair, reading over what he had already written and felt incredibly vulnerable. A part of him really hopes she just trashes the letter and doesn't even bother reading it.

"I've decided to take a step back to focus more on other passions. I have started my own record label and will be operating it out of that corner shop down from Hammed's shop. I know you probably think I've done this to torment you but I've had my eye on that store for years. I want to take the creation of Black Metal and show people what it can truly be. Not all that extra, commercialized bullshit that people think it is now. I've always wanted to do this but I want to show people what we worked so hard on, what Pelle and I worked so hard on."

Oystein looked at the photo again and wished Pelle could have been here for the birth of Helvete. He thinks that a safe haven where he would never be alone is something that could have saved him.

"I know I'm just saying a lot of things that don't really mean shit to you but you were a big part of what kept me believing in myself. I hope maybe you'll give it a second chance and stop by the shop. I would love for you to see what I've created and give you a new look at what I love so much instead of wishing for its demise. I know it will never be what it was before but I feel a piece of me will always be tethered to wanting what could have been between us."

Oystein hated everything he wrote almost immediately but he couldn't just keep starting over. He wanted to send this letter before the shop actually opened in case she decided to show up and put him on blast.

"I know you'll probably always hate me and I understand why you do. I just hope you'll find a small place for me in your heart to at least try and be a better person in your eyes. Please, give me a chance to prove to you that I'm not the heartless monster you think I am."

He read it one last time before pulling it from the typewriter and signing the bottom of it. He would never admit that he actually followed her home one night just to have her address to send her this letter. He would take that to the grave. He knew this was a bad idea but he desperately needed something to keep him grounded. The nightmares he had after Pelle were unbearable. He had never been afraid of dwelling in the darkness until Pelle killed himself. Now he was worried he would sink into the darkness never to be found again. He wanted Y/n to be the one who kept him from losing himself entirely.

yours, Øystein 

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[elliotts-letters]

Hmph. I've been experiencing a bit of writer's block lately... How irritating. Might I have any ideas on how to overcome this?

writer's block is absolutely frustrating for any creative mind. i hear you're experiencing a lack of inspiration... i'm here to advise you with my limited knowledge of this myself i'd firstly recommend taking a break. take some time away from writing and engage in activities that inspire your soul. read books by authors you enjoy, or maybe engage in another creative medium.

i also like to dabble in free writing. start writing and see where each word takes you. don't worry about making sense or crafting something profound— let loose and let the words flow.

#elliotts-letters 🦞 #stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Home in Each Other's Arms

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

genre: fluff

el's thoughts: not my best work, but i'm coming out of a writer's block so i don't expect much ahaha, hope y'all enjoy!!

Sirius Black had always been a rebel, a misfit among the pureblood elite of the Slytherin house. Y/N, a fellow pureblood Slytherin, was no different. Home had never been a place of warmth and love for either of you. It was a big world of expectations, traditions, and cold, unfeeling parents. But now, as you stood together in your new apartment, the weight of your past seemed to be lifted. The cozy space was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting shadows on the walls. It was a modest place, but it was yours, and that, made all the difference. 

Sirius reached for Y/N’s hand, his gray eyes meeting hers in a sense of wonder. “Can you believe we’re finally free from those wretched places we had called homes?” 

She squeezed his hand, a smile playing on her lips. “I never thought I’d see that day, but here we are.”

The realizations settled over the pair like a warm blanket. This apartment was not just a physical space; it was a symbol of your newfound freedom, a sanctuary away from the expectations and judgment of the pureblood elite. 

Sirius stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into an embrace. His touch was gentle, filled with a tenderness you have never experienced before. 

“You know,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Y/N’s temple, “I always thought home was a place, but now I realize it's a feeling, and I've never felt more at home than I do with you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she tilted her head back to look at him with nothing but love in her eyes. “I feel the same way, love. This is our home now, and it’ll be always filled with love.”

He lowered his lips to hers, sealing the moment with a sweet and lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with promises, a vow to create a home together that was unlike anything she had ever known.

As they broke the kiss, Sirius rested his forehead against hers, their warm breath mingling together. “No more pretending, no more masks, just us, in our own little world.”

She hummed contently and nodded in agreement. Just the two of them, that’s all they needed. 

Together, they sank onto the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, content with the knowledge that they had finally found their true home – in each other’s hearts. The past may be filled with pain, but the future was theirs to create, and it would be filled with love, laughter, and the comfort of each other’s presence.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #ellora.writes

[archonadeptus]

Hmmmm, I feel like when you're sick Thoma would make you the best food that'll help you. He'll go to Albedo to make sure that the food won't make you feel worse. Xiao helps him as well, gathering any materials he may not have. He'll keep the food in a container, and when you wake up deiliver it to you himself. He'll ask you how it is and maybe make it again if you really enjoy it!

When your sick Kazuha and Tighnari stay by your side as much as they can (assuming they can't get sick from you). Kazuha will help you fall asleep by petting your hair and telling you sweet stories. Tighnari is there for you when you feel the worst, keeping notes of your symptoms and how they change. He'll try to cheer you up by letting you pet his ears.

Once again this isn't a request, please don't feel obligated to write this. But if you do wish to writing i don't mind if you use the ideas I've written.

Genshin Impact x Unwell!Creator!Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry this took me forever! I've been horrible with writer's block, but I think I'm finally getting back to everything again! I truly adore all of your ideas so i shimmied them into this hehe. Thank you for being so lovely♡ Im so soft for them all.~

Warnings: Description of feeling unwell, nausea and headache. A suggested kiss nearing the end from Kazuha but it doesn't happen he's just teasing~ (Maybe). Not proofread as of yet.

Sickness and Health.

…Heavy. Why did your body feel so heavy?

"They're waking up-" Was that Kazuha?

"I need to continue to check their vitals. Albedo, do you have that medicine prepared?" A few shuffles were heard as you finally began to feel a sharp pain within your head. You were still adjusting to a mortal body, despite your descent to Teyvat being several months ago. Is this the illness mortals go through? Once your time as a mortal was up, you'd have to see further into this.

"Everything is ready, here." Albedo was here too then. When did they figure out you were unwell anyway? Upon falling asleep, you felt okay. Fingertips were soon threading through your hair in a comforting manner, causing you to relax a little more until you felt rather intense nausea. How is everything so horrible? Mortal bodies truly go through so much. Opening your eyes quickly, you sat up and gripped onto the bedsheets panicking a little. Everything hurts. A gentle hand was soon upon your shoulder, trying to soothe you.

"Hey you're okay, your grace. Take deep breaths, relax now…" Nodding a little, Tighnari placed a little cup of medicine by your lips.

"Please, drink this. This will soothe the symptoms you're experiencing." Albedo spoke so confidently causing you to immediately sip at the liquid. He gave you a gentle yet proud smile before Tighnari helped to lay you back down. The voices around you felt so muffled, almost like you were under water. Instinctively you shuffled yourself into Kazuhas arms who was sitting beside you upon the plush sheets of your bed. With a light chuckle at what he considered to be endearing behaviour, he laid beside you and held you safely against his chest all whilst playing with your hair again. He knew how much you adored the soothing motion, he just hoped it was enough to comfort you. "The materials I had were only enough to make one vial of the medicine our Grace needs, I'll have to venture out to collect more." Albedo hummed in thought as he began to clear up the desk you had, only now it was covered with empty bottles and stray bits of waste from the materials he had.

"Don't go alone, it'll be quicker if you take somebody with you. That way you don't have to focus on combat and you can put your full focus on our divine." Tighnari's words were laced with a serious tone, eyes staring at Albedo. He saw the slight hesitancy in him leaving your side though, so he gently sighed. "Look, I'll stay with our divine. So don't stress too much okay? They need this medicine again this evening, so please go…" Now he just sounded concerned, his ears drooping a little as his tail stopped swaying. It hurt to see him so concerned… They all seemed so stressed. Softly, you stayed safely in Kazuha's arms but you stretched out your arm to reach for Tighnari and brush your fingertips across his ears to try and make him smile.

"B-beloved." It even ached to speak, but you pushed through. "I'll be okay. I love you all, p-" Upon trying to continue, you coughed a little and whined at the sharpened feeling in your head. Tighnaris ears shot back up at your whine, softly holding your hand before tucking you back into the blankets.

"Don't strain yourself… But thank you, my divine. We will take care of you okay?" With a soft nod, he gazed back at the alchemist.

"Understood, I'll take Adeptus Xiao with me. He's waiting outside the door anyway, he doesn't want to come in case his debt affects our divine." Packing his smaller bag, he moved over to press a kiss to your forehead. "We will return with your medicine, beloved." He nodded at the other two before departing. You could slightly make out a worried Xiao standing there before the door once again shut. At the sound and the shuffling of Tighnari checking your vitals, you soon fell back into a peaceful slumber.

"Is our Grace awake yet?" Thoma spoke, holding a container of freshly cooked food in his hands. "I checked with Albedo before he left and I've made a dish for them to have." His eyes trailed across your shivering body, cuddled safely within the blankets still secure within Kazuha's arms.

"They've been asleep for a long while now. It's best to wake them for food." Tighnari gently moved aside so that Thoma could open the container of your favourite dish.

"Beloved…" Kazuha whispered against your ear, gently rubbing your cheek to attempt to bring you back into the physical realm. Oh how he hated bringing you out of dreams to drag you back into the waking world where you were hurting. "Wake up, my divine… Aren't you hungry, love?" He smiled gently as your eyes fluttered open to meet Thomas' gaze.

"Hey sleepy head!" His bright smile seemed to offer you enough energy to slowly sit up with your own smile.

"Thoma!" You smiled gently at him, the potion from earlier truly helping now. The symptoms of your illness weren't as severe as before. Tighnari smile lightly watching from the side as Kazuha moved yo stand with him giving you a moment to eat. If you were to gaze at the fennec fox now, you'd see his tail swaying quickly and happily at his ears straight up. Seeing you beginning to recover is bringing everybody nothing but pure joy.

"Don't strain yourself now." The smile never left his lips as he fluffed a pillow behind your back and sat you up more comfortably. "Here, I cooked this for you!" With a little twist though to your favourite dish. This should help you recover even more energy so eat up okay?" At seeing you reach for the good he playfully tapped your forehead. "No, your grace, let me feed you. Say Ah~" Was this newly forming blush upon your cheeks due to the fever or being completely doted on by Thoma? You knew it was due to the latter of course, but to prevent you from further flustering yourself you pretended it was your rapidly lessening fever. Opening your mouth, you allowed Thoma to feed you and with the first bite, you already felt the day without food catching up to you. Your eyes lit up at the taste and you softly tapped thoma for another bite. He chuckled at your speed, but continued to feed you nonetheless. Besides, it brought great joy to your acolytes that your appetite had returned though the jealousy that they weren't the ones feeding you was still apparent.

A while after eating, Xiao and Albedo soon returned with the needed materials for the medicine. Upon seeing them, your mouth was still filled with your newest bite of food but they found it utterly adorable. Though your smile faded slightly when you saw Xiao stay behind the door. Swallowing your mouthful, you reached for him.

"Xiao? My love, please come in. Remember I took your debt away… Come relax with me?" You smiled brightly as you saw his cheeks dust themselves with pink. He slowly moved himself into the room, and at your gentle request he sat himself upon your bed with his blush rapidly intensening. He slowly relaxed as you played with his hair softly before smiling at them all. "Thank you all for taking so much care of me, my loves, I feel a lot better than I did!" Thoma smiled as he closed the newly emptied container.

"Anything for you, my grace. But I must ask, did you enjoy your meal?" You giggled lightly and nodded happily.

"Mhm I did, thank you for cooking it for me… It was beyond delicious! I'd love to have it again one day if you didn't mind?" His eyes lit up at this and he immediately nodded as he stood.

"Anything for you, just ask okay?" A kiss to your forehead was soon felt as he moved to the door. "I'll leave you be, let me know when you get hungry 'kay?" After your gentle nod, he soon left as Tighnari checked you over once more so he could monitor your fever.

"Alright, one more drink of medicine yeah? Then by morning, you'll be free of this illness." Albedo had finished shuffling around the desk, finally finishing the medicine and pouring it into a mini cup. You pouted a little as Albedo brought it to you. "Drink up, beloved." Shaking your head softly, you pouted again.

"But I already feel much better now, truly!" Albedo's eyes gently narrowed, he and Tighnari were always very strict on your health.

"That's no excuse to stop your medicine, now drink the potion y/n." You sheepishly smiled as Xiao gently took the potion in his hands to offer you again. Kazuha however moved over with a sly smile upon his face.

"My grace, don't make me kiss you so you drink your medicine. I don't particularly like the taste of it. However, if it's something you'd prefer, then I'm more than happy to drink it first and exchange it to you within the form of a kiss~" Your cheeks were now on fire as you gazed away,

"N-no no that's okay! I will drink it. I appreciate everything you've all done so…" Sighing gently, you took the cup from Xiao's hands and drank it quickly. Tighnari smiled as he took away the empty cup.

"Good job." Upon cleaning everything up, he knelt down at the side of your bed. "If it'll make you feel any better then you can pet my ears?" The way he tilted his head causing his ears to tilt sideways melted your heart and immediately your hands were soothingly petting his ears. His tail was swaying happily and the others couldn't help but pout a little, but seeing you feeling better truly outweighed that emotion for now. Though after a while of gentle chatter, the medicine's effects soon left you fighting against sleep. Kazuha seemed to notice this straight away, and with a gentle smile he sat by Xiao to be closer to you.

"My beloved, you're growing sleepy. How about one of my stories just for you? Come now, the land of slumber awaits." Xiao laid you down against the pillows, cuddling you safely as Kazuha slowly started to play with the strands of your hair. "All throughout Teyvat… A single soul was blessed by another who wanted nothing more than to spend forever with them. But alas, a curse was also bestowed causing these supposed soulmates to be separated. All their life they search for the one they adore… And we found ours. That, my beloved, is you."

Falling into a gentle slumber, you felt the last of your illness drift away as the dreams of Kazuhas stories filled your mind. Upon waking, you'd feel brand new and spoil everybody for taking such good care of you.♡

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact creator #tighnari x reader #kazuha x reader #tighnari #kazuha #albedo #albedo x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #xiao #xiao x reader

[jellys-compendium]

I've been putting a lot of thought into my writing and general presence in the Trigun fandom for the last week...

I've been experiencing some major writer's block since I posted my last Trigun fic. Every time I sit down to write anything Trigun, it feels like pulling teeth and I get frustrated with myself. It's like my heart isn't in it anymore and that makes me feel disappointed in myself.

I think I need to take a break from the Trigun fandom for a while. Just allow myself to immerse my brain in other stories and media to see if it can help kickstart that creative spark for me again.

I want to be inspired. I want to really start taking my own original work more seriously. Yes, I write for fun, but I also have a genuine desire to keep growing and improving my writing skills. I want to keep writing fanfiction, but I also want to practice making my own characters and telling my own stories.

Long story short I'm going to be taking a step back from engaging in fandom. I'll pop in here and there, but I won't be as active with participating in discord servers or reblogging art and fics as I once was.

But I want each and every single one of you to know that I still 100% support you and your work and I wish you all the success in the world! You are all so amazingly talented and have inspired so much joy! Keep continuing to pursue your passions, and make things that make you happy! I'll still be around to answer asks and dms if anybody wants to chat with me.

Sending you all love! 💖

#jellyupdates

[triple-asstro]

west coast - miles morales x reader

a/n: hey guys, this past two weeks have been quite awful. writer's block and imposter syndrome are hitting hard. it feels like motivation is slowly dripping out of me through my breath i hope this story makes your day slightly better and i love you all <333

Nauseousness. It’s a feeling everyone experienced at a point in their lives. It’s a feeling that lingers within you. Once you feel it, it’s hard to discard. That froggy feeling that stays in your throat, one that churns your stomach and leaves you overwhelmed. 

You remember tossing and turning in your bed, trying to suffocate yourself so you couldn’t feel anything else but the touch of your own skin and your blanket. Always changing your pajamas, going to the bathroom and spraying heaps of lavender mist anywhere you were planning to slam your head into. 

Nauseousness turned into frustration, cursing your own mind for refusing to infuriate itself to sleep. Everyone else in your family was asleep, so why weren’t you? You felt confined, trapped in a prison to where you can’t call for help; to be tormented by the sound of your own mind for eternity. Your room resembled one too. Magazines and clothes were strewn across the ground, your guitar propped against your bed. Its metal pegs glistened in the moonlight, along with the new callouses adorning your palms. 

Your instinct inched you to get up from your bed and reach your phone, the blue light stinging your eyes. The lockscreen with you and Miles hanging on a park bench behind one of the numerous buildings while he stared at you with lovesick eyes. The time flashed out, one twenty-six, as you groaned in annoyance. You approached your dresser, staring at the person in the mirror gazing back at you. Your hair was a mess, your eyebags grew darker with every passing day, and your pajamas were slumping down your figure. 

Fuck it. 

In one fluid motion, you flung open your drawers, picking whatever clothes grazed your hand and draping them on your body. Then, you hauled your bag over your shoulder and jumped through your window, landing harshly on the metal floor. Paying no mind, you continued rushing up the stairs, feet tapping on stair after stair. Sounds of heavy traffic and buzzing electric lights flooded your ears, even through your headphones. 

You reached the rooftop. There was barely anyone up there, except for some loose garbage and poorly-discarded receipts. Pressing the tiny button on your headphones, they played a small startup sound before playing a sweet melody in your ears. It was the song you were working on previously on your guitar, and now seemed like a perfect time to brainstorm lyrics. 

“Ain’t he a doll?

Well, he’s stuck with me,

 My heart echos his beat,

He’s a… what rhymes well with a doll?” you muttered, scribbling down on your notebook while scrolling through your photos. It’s been a tried-and-true method that you’ve been using ever since you started songwriting. You kept scrolling, spotting photos of Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and even one you captured with Hobie and his partner.  They were both sporting spiked bracelets while reading a comic book they’ve found lying around. They’d been a mentor for you, both logically and personally. 

“Oh Cass, where are you? Could really use your genius here…” you uttered. “Wait- no, I've got a better line: 

My heart echos his beat,

A tune I will always repeat, 

Yep that’s good.” 

As you closed your notebook proudly, you attempted to start the next verse, emphasis on attempt. Every tear, every scribble only drove you farther into frustration. This was supposed to be your outlet, so why was it being so annoying? 

“You write songs, why is it hard for me to do the same?

A crash cut your thought track, flying right past you and into the fire escape door. The scent of smoke filled your nose as the actual physical smoke cleared. A figure lay against the door, one dressed in a black full-bodysuit with thin stripes. The mask, which had wide eyes, was slightly tattered, showing small glimpses of its skin.

“Are you okay?” 

“Huh?” the voice groaned. His eyes blinked periodically as you approached closer. When he finally caught the sight of your face, the eyes on his mask grew wide as he darted to the right. 

“Hey, wait- Spiderman?! Are you okay?” 

He spun around, one foot stuck to the ground, and faced you, pounding on his chest before speaking again. His voice was low, comically low. “Ah yes, hello fellow citizen who I know nothing about. What are you doing here?” 

“What am I doing- what are you doing here? You just came out of nowhere!”  

“I can assure you, I am completely fine,” he said. He only took one step, before stumbling on his leg, kneeling onto the ground with a huff. 

“How about you just take a seat over here, okay?” you suggested, gesturing over to the ledge. He reluctantly followed, sitting on the ledge as his legs dangled off it. You sat down next to him, tucking your notebook behind your back. There wasn’t any chance you were going to show Spiderman your amateurish songwriting. 

“So…how’s your day going?”

“Uh..quite okay! Y’know, the usual patrols. It’s hard being Manhattan’s number one hero.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I imagine, if you’re crashing into things like that on the regular. Not that you’re bad at it!” 

“Well, I don’t do that all the time…”

“Just now?”

He sheepishly faces away from you. “...Occasionally.”

“Christ, y’know you remind me of my boyfriend. Everytime I see him in the hallways at my school, which by the way has awful hallway management, he always either trips on his feet or on, get this, air. Air!” 

“...Does he always do this?” 

“Yes! It’s adorable though, and I don’t tell him that I think it is. It’s like a little game we have.” 

“I won’t, because I do not know who this boyfriend is. …Who is he?” 

“His name is Miles, and he’s…he’s something.” 

Silence echoed between you two before an idea sprouted in your head. 

“Hey, can you help me with something?” 

“Uh, sure… What is it?”

“I’m trying to write a song for him; it’s supposed to be a piece for him about how I feel, but I’m unsure about the lyrics. He makes me feel so extraordinary and it’s hard to express exactly how much I care about him.” 

“...maybe just tell him.” 

You arched your eyebrow towards him. “What?”

“Uh, what? Nothing, I said nothing!” he said, reverting back to his comical voice. You giggled in response, opening your notebook. Then, you started humming. 

Always thought of the love that was on TV,

Never thinking that could happen to me,

Tuesday nights shift Friday blues

Vision restored in your sights

His smile shines brighter

Than I could imagine

I hear the high-fives, 

Beckoning me away

Oh, ain't he a doll?

Days turn to weeks,

and the thought of you makes me scream,

You always say winnin me 

was like winning the lottery

Yeah, 

Ain’t he a doll?

Well, he’s stuck with me,

 My heart echos his beat,

A tune I will repeat, 

Miles couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was his hearing even working? He didn’t feel the world stop around him, only himself. His heart practically thrashed against his ribcage, minute tears pooling in his eyes. He was in utter awe, that's the only way he could explain it. Any remarks or witty quips died on his tongue. 

When you stopped, you felt a familiar nauseousness flood you. It wasn’t the nauseousness that curdled your stomach until it felt like hurling or the nauseousness that fogs your brain and lets the words melt onto your tongue. This, this was the nauseousness that feels weightless, hovering in the vast emptiness in your midsection while your thoughts run a mile a dozen. 

You placed your notebook down, rubbing the tips of your fingers together. “So…what do you think?” 

“It…It’s really good. Y’know, you should play that for your boyfriend.”

“You think he’d enjoy it? He’s much more artistic than me.”

“Of course I - I mean- he would, it’s amazing! I think it could be an actual song!” 

“You think so?”  

He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Yes, I know so.” 

“…you couldn’t tell that was Miles?”

“At the time, …no?” 

Hobie cackled, slapping his hand on his knee. It’d been two weeks since that incident, and since then, you haven’t been able to live that moment down. When you told Cass about your experience shortly after, they called you an idiot for not ‘catching the signs’. Looking back, you should’ve caught the signs earlier but, in the moment, you were as blind as a bat. The concert music echoed from the stage as the rockstar graced her fingers on the guitar. You watched in awe from the sidelines as sweat glistened down her forehead, flicking across the stage with a wide grin. The crowd cheered as she swung her arm down, shredding the last chord. 

Hobie’s eyes softened, his jaw slightly agape. “Aw shit, looks like I'm next.”

Cass waved across the crowd before hopping backstage, ruffling your hair with a beaming smile. Her presence was enough to send a wave of confidence through the room, one that you would climb mountains to obtain, as many others would. “What’d you think of that?”

“It was cool.” 

“I think you mean exceptional. You alright, love? Ignore the kid…”

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Cass said, shaking her sleeveless jacket. Hobie picked up his guitar, resting his foot on the step. 

“I’m on next, wish me luck, alright?” 

She gave a quick peck on his lips, his hand trailing to her neck, pushing her deeper. 

You groaned. “Ew..” 

Cass giggled, parting away from him and patted him on the shoulder.

“Alright, go on. Destroy them out there.” 

Hobie tilted down his imaginary cap and gave you a small cheeky point. He ascended onto the stage as Cass sauntered over towards you.

She trapped you in a headlock, ruffling your hair even more. “Any reason you’re being extra silent today?”

“Sometimes I’m quiet.”

“Yeah, but not this much. What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think Miles will tell me? That he's Spiderman.” 

“I think, Miles being Miles, he’ll stall to protect you. Speaking from Spider-experience. I can be there if you want to talk to him about it.” 

“Maybe… It’s just - I’m worried he’s gonna worry that I’m a new target. He’ll have to worry about himself and me.”  

Cass darted her eyes to the side like an annoyed teenager beginning their obligatory eye roll. She understood quite well the thought process. “Okay, I understand your worries, but there’s no need. You’re extremely capable of defending yourself against any brutes and remember, it’s not about what you can do to prevent it, it’s more about what you can do to pick yourself back up. Your response is much more important than your situation.” 

“Okay.” 

“Now, it looks like your band’s calling you home. I’ll see you later, alright?” 

You glanced down. The screen on your watch was blinking rapidly. “Right, see you later.”

You twisted the knob as the wind swirled behind you. You glanced behind to see a hexagonal portal, layers and layers of different hues warping in your sight. You looked back, giving Cass a small salute as you stepped inside. 

#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles molares #spiderman atsv #astv

[911buddieweek]

Buddie Week Q&A

You might have some questions, hopefully you'll find answers here :)

Is using AI allowed?

No! It has been proven that using AI is stealing from original creators' works. To me (and lots of other people) this is unethical. If I find out something is made with AI, it will be removed from the AO3 collection and the account will be blocked by this account.

I'm aware I can't do much to prevent people from using it anyway. I will try my absolute best to prevent it from happening. All I can do now is give you a tip I've seen going around: posting your works for registered users seems to protect against AI programs from finding it.

Which brings us to the next question

Can I post works on AO3 for registered users only?

Yes you can. Especially with AI going around so much, it is completely understandable that you want to keep it away from people without accounts. I myself also only post for registered users. There's no rule against it. Same with the comments, you can choose whatever option you want

Do I have to post on AO3?

No, you can post wherever you want. However, there is only an account for this event here on Tumblr and a collection on AO3. Posts on Twitter, Instagram or other places won't be shared by me.

But this is for everyone, so you can still create for it! You don't even need to tag me for it.

Will you reblog my work?

This is my first time hosting an event so I don't know what to expect. I want to reblog everything I find! I'll keep an eye on the Buddie Week 2024 tag and my mentions and will do my best to reblog everything.

With AO3 I want to share links on this blog too, but I don't know if everyone feels comfortable with that, so I don't know yet. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or feel exposed to an audience they don't want.

Depending on how many works will be submitted, it might take some time. I'm currently experiencing a burnout and am still working, so I don't always have the energy. However, I will try my damn best. So even if it's five weeks too late, I'm planning on reblogging everything I'm tagged in!

Can I write graphic/dark topics?

You can write whatever you want, BUT!!!! Tag accordingly. Buddie Week is for everyone - including writers and readers under 18. Be aware not everyone is comfortable with some topics, make sure it's obvious these are in your work so that it doesn't trigger someone. Tag it on AO3, Tumblr, or wherever you post so that people who have blocked/muted those tags won't come across it. Lets keep this a safe space for everyone!

What do I do if someone harrases me?

Tell me!

I want to make clear: NO HATEFUL COMMENTS. Even if you don't like someone's work. Move on. Click away. I'm sure people will write things I personally hate, like bashing fics, but I'll decide not to read it and move on.

If someone is hating on you, contact me. If they are (I will ask the opinions of other people - keeping you anonymous) then the person will get warning. If they do it again, they'll be disqualified - which means their work will be removed from the event and their account blocked by this account.

Please, don't hate on each other and let this be a fun and exciting week!

Can I combine this with other events or challenges?

Of course! If they allow it too.

Is there something else I can't write?

I think it's obvious to say that discriminating isn't okay. There's a difference by showing the reality of it (a character going through it) and writing it from a discriminating view. Thankfully I haven't rum into anyone who does write discriminating fanfiction, but I've heard about racism against 911 characters or homophobia.

If you notice this, don't be afraid to contact me!

When does the collection open?

A few days before the event starts. I will post something about it on here. However, works won't be shared by me until the event starts in my timezone (Central European Time)

My question wasn't answered by this

Send me an ask! I'll try my best to answer ASAP. I might need time to think about how to answer something, so don't worry about me ignoring you if you see me posting on my regular blog after you've sent something. (Though sometimes Tumblr doesn't immediately send me the notification)

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