#insom nom nom niatic writes

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Needed

PROMPT: “I've never needed anyone like I need you.”

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood/gore, nightmares, slight fluff

Wiping the blood and sweat from her face with a wet rag, Y/N looked back at herself in the mirror. Her lips pulled to the side as she tried to remember the old herself before the world fell to chaos and all shit hit the fan. She was innocent once… more innocent than now at least, 

Now, she finds joy in the feeling of wiping blood and decaying matter off of  the dagger she stole of the dead a year back. 

A figure leans on the door frame behind her, his silhouette outlining her own in the reflection. A towel flew past her side, landing in a pile on the floor with her own, both a mess of browns and reds. The figure closed the distance between them. His hands, large and calloused wrap around her middle while his chin nooks into the hollow at the side of her neck. 

The face she was making previously shifts into a grin. 

“You and the boys could have dealt with that group easily, you didn't need me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, knowing the sun was nearly risen and the neighbors on the opposite side of the wall deserved a few hours of rest. The man, Troy, snuggled his chin against her further. The stubble of his slow growing beard rubbing harshly on the sensitive spot on her skin, his lips dry but always beckoning curl against her hairline. 

“I've never needed anyone like I need you.” his low grumble vibrated through her body, his arms pulling her backwards into his chest while his eyes fluttered closed beginning to sway them both to bed. His stepping was groggy, almost sending them both into the side of the large wooden dresser. “And right now, I need you in bed so I can sleep.”

“With limited nightmares?” She giggled into his hair, wrapping her fingers in the strands of curls as his bottom half hit the mattress.

“With limited nightmares.” His face melted into her chest, now at eye level, and his grin grew at her comment. Not that she was lying, they both knew he had a habit of tired nights of tossing and turning from the demons in his skull, but that was always his excuse to get close to her. 

Troy wasn’t the greatest at sharing his desires romantically, so he would make up reasons to have her stay the night at the beginning of their relationship. Even now that he knows she won’t be leaving his side, he has the same habit… just different needs.

#troy otto #ftwd #fear the walking dead #troy otto fanfic #insom nom nom niatic writes #I did it ma! #I had a whole plan #that went out the window #because i don't have this thing called patience #troy otto x reader #troy otto x fem reader #fluff

[ravendruid]

15 Questions & 15 Friends

Thanks for tagging me, @thirddagger !

Are you named after anyone? Yes, my sister picked my name and gave me her first name.

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday afternoon.

Do you have any kids? Not yet. Only furbabies for now.

What sports do you play/have you played? I used to play badminton in high school and I occasionally do yoga.

Do you use sarcasm? Sarcasm is my middle name. Sometimes people think I'm being serious because I manage to keep a straight face when I'm being sarcastic.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Usually their face and eyes, sometimes their hair. Essentially, anything that helps me discern them from other people.

What's your eye color? Blue/grey. They change color with lighting, weather, clothes. I don't even know anymore.

Scary movies or happy endings? I'm a weenie, so I'm gonna go with happy endings.

Any talents? I have a natural aptitude for languages/leaning languages. Does that count as a talent?

Where were you born? Lisbon, Portugal

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, playing games, sewing, and arts and crafts in general.

Do you have any pets? I have an amstaff named Axel, and a mutt little bitch named Percy (he's part pitbull, part chihuahua, and we think part dachshund).

How tall are you? 160 cm (I have no clue what that is in freedom units. 5'2 or 5'3? I think my driver's license says 5'3.)

Favorite subject in school? Anything related to languages, and History when I didn't have a shitty teacher.

Dream job? Actually doing translation instead of reviewing poorly-made AI translations for pennies.

I'm not going to do 15, but I'll still tag some people (no pressure to do this <3) @crispysnake @waltwhitmansbeard @everystephoftheway @ogdoadfates @romeoandjulietyouwish @insom-nom-nom-niatic @vividsketches @raiinbowskiesland @vexing-imogen

#ask games #I realized there were only 14 questions so I went back to look for the missing question xD

[7thleveldown]

Fic Stats meme

tagged by @ambear9

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

the most hits: Showers (1,168 words, E)

It's a been a long day and a relaxing shower is a nice way to end it. You climb in alone, but it doesn't stay that way for long.

Excerpt:

“Missed you.”

You lean your head back to rest against him as he’s nuzzling into your neck and hairline, his hands still holding you tight against him, keeping you from turning around.

"Don't we usually do this separately?" you say, trying to hold onto some form of sanity.

He’s still kissing your neck, searching for that particular place. "Climate change…gotta save water."

second most kudos: Barefoot on the grass (1,634 words, Teen)

A summer barbeque with friends leads to a lovely evening.

Excerpt:

From your position near the house on a lawn chair you could see the lights you’d worked so hard to get right beginning to light up the garden, encouraging people out onto the grass to talk and dance. You were smiling to yourself as you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder. Looking up, you were met with a soft smile and dark honeyed eyes, before their owner was leaning down to grab both your hands from your lap. Your friend pulled you gently up from your chair, and, walking backwards, led you onto the grass under the trees. You had tried to protest. You were fine as you were, you were barefoot, but he was unwilling to hear it. He just smiled that smile at you and kept guiding you forward.

third most comments: Best Friend (5,166 words, Teen) (there is only one that has any comments on it, so this is just the next one the list gives me!)

Excerpt:

You didn’t know why you were even remotely surprised by your current situation. No matter what promises your best friend made to you — which he had done, repeatedly — you should have known you were always going to wind up like this. Sitting in the cold, waiting for him in his shitty Jeep — sorry Roscoe — while he was doing God knows what with her. Ella. Again.

fourth most bookmarks: Trees and Tennis Balls (3,018 words, General)

Stiles plans get interrupted when his best friend makes him jump.

Excerpt:

“Hey, didn’t you break your wrist doing something exactly like this?”

You couldn’t help the smirk from forming while watching Stiles’ antics. Why exactly he felt it was quite so important to get back a tennis ball which he’d been throwing around, you had no idea. It had really been your fault that the ball was now in the tree, as you had crept up on your best friend before wrapping your hands over his eyes. It had made him jump so violently the ball was launched into the air, and was wedged in some branches. Branches he was now trying to climb up to. This would not end well.

fifth most words: Bones (2,724 words, Teen)

When a summer party is interrupted by a disruptive ex of Jess', Stiles tries to help.

Excerpt:

“Did you…” he moved himself around enough to sit on the bench wrapping around the trunk of the tree they were standing under, “Feel like talking, or just having someone to rage at? Someone to lean on?” He was kicking into the dirt, only glancing up at her occasionally, not willing to meet her eyes.

fic with the least words: Showers (1,168 words, E)

See the most hits at the top! Does this say something about my writing??

tagging: @insom-nom-nom-niatic,

and anyone who wants to share

#fic stats #fic stats meme #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #7th writes

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Dreams

PROMPT: #47“Were you dreaming about me again?”

PAIRING: Troy Otto X Fem. Reader (FTWD)

WARNINGS: Fluff with suggestive themes

The other sides of this experiment fic can be found in the masterlist

The Experiment: Me being me, I cannot just exist being in one single fandom. But I feel bad writing only one fandom because at the moment that is what my little, broken heart wants. So for a little bit, I am challenging myself by having a prompt that I write for 1 fandom... and only changing it slightly to then make it work into another.

Will it work? Probably not.

Will I get bored of doing this? Most likely.

Will I still try? Fuck yes.

Your legs began quaking, a shiver running down your spine as you awoke from a deep slumber sitting up straight with a heavy pant. The sheets beneath where you had layed are damp from the sweat beading down the back of your neck, hairs slickened to your skin. 

The door to the cabin squealed as the door carefully opened. The smell of fresh tea wafted through your senses, calming the rush of fear and adrenaline that had woken you up. 

Troy greeted you with a mischievous grin, the mug in his hand steaming against the perfect bone structure of his features as he peered back, the morning light steaming trough the cracks in the door over his skin. 

“Were you dreaming about me again?” Troy had yet to read the room, especially the woman before him. He had heard your moans as he was getting ready to start a fire. Not wanting to wake his lady from a wet dream, he decided to fix you a perfect cup of your favorite tea for when you awoke instead. 

He hadn’t know about what happened after he left the small, wooden cabin. Your moans turned into cries. Your breathing faultered and your body shook in agony as you lived out your perfect nightmare. 

It seemed so real. 

It felt so real. 

You gave a tired smile. your eyes searched the room, grounding yourself back into reality. Troy didn’t miss this, seeing a single bead of moisture fall from your brow, he rushed over to your side. His hands caressing your own as his warmth helped ease your nightmare further and further. With him there, you were safe. 

You were safe.

Troy pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your frame tight. You could feel his heart beating against your skin and his breath tickling the still slick skin of your expose neck. your head layed in the crook of his own were you could inhale his musty scent, something that would easily turn you off with any other man, but with him is was inviting. 

His hands kept you in place for a while, both sitting in silence wrapped in each other's arms, legs, and anything else they could possibly touch. When your breathing regulated and your mind shook off the pain of what you had seen and felt, you whispered into the soft skin of Troy’s neck. 

“I would have rathered to be dreaming about you.” 

His body shook with a chuckle. Moving his hands slowly down your back, one landed on the exposed skin just above your green panties. His fingertips ghosting the edge of the lace. Feeling your warm skin raise into goosebumps beneath his touch. 

“I would have rathered you had dreaming of me too,” His voice began to turn more rugged. You didn’t have to see his face to know that Troy’s pupils were beginning to dilate, or know he had that mischievous little grin on his lips. Swallowing hard, you tried to hide your own nervous giggle. 

“But I would rather act out that dream instead, if I’m being honest.” 

#this was harder with troy tbh #troy otto x reader #troy otto fanfic #troy otto #ftwd fanfic #daniel sharman fic #can i still put that as a tag?? #oh well #hurt/comfort #insom nom nom niatic writes

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Dreams

PROMPT: #47“Were you dreaming about me again?”

PAIRING: Keyleth X Vax'ildan (VOX MACHINA)

WARNINGS: Fluff with suggestive themes

Thank you @ravendruid for helping me pick a random prompt to start off this little experiment!!

The Experiment: Me being me, I cannot just exist being in one single fandom. But I feel bad writing only one fandom because at the moment that is what my little, broken heart wants. So for a little bit, I am challenging myself by having a prompt that I write for 1 fandom... and only changing it slightly to then make it work into another.

Will it work? Probably not.

Will I get bored of doing this? Most likely.

Will I still try? Fuck yes.

Her legs began quaking, a shiver running down her spine as she awoke from a deep slumber sitting up straight with a heavy pant. The sheets beneath where she had laid are damp from the sweat beading down the back of her neck, re hairs slickened to her skin. 

The door to the cabin squealed as the door carefully opened. The smell of fresh tea wafted through her senses, calming the rush of fear and adrenaline that had woken her up. 

Vax greeted her with a mischievous grin, the mug in his hand steaming against the perfect bone structure of his features as he peered back to the red head. 

“Were you dreaming about me again?” Vax had yet to read the room, especially the woman before him. He had heard her moans as he was getting ready to start a fire. Not wanting to wake his lady from a wet dream, he decided to fix her a perfect cup of her favorite tea for when she awoke instead. 

He hadn’t know about what happened after he left the small, wooden cabin. Her moans turned into cries. Her breathing faultered and her body shook in agony as she lived out her perfect nightmare. 

It seemed so real. 

It felt so real. 

Keyleth gave a tired smile. Her eyes searched the room, grounding herself back into reality. Vax didn’t miss this, seeing a single bead of moisture fall from her brow, he rushed over to her side. His hands caressing her own as his warmth helped ease her nightmare further and further. With him there, she was safe. 

She was safe.

Vax pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her frame tight. She could feel his heart beating against her skin and his breath tickling the still slick skin of her expose neck. Her head layed in the crook of his own where she could inhale his musty scent, something that would easily turn her off with any other man, but with him is was inviting. 

His hands kept her in place for a while, both sitting in silence wrappe in eachother’s arms, legs, and anything else they could possibly touch. When her breathing regulated and her mind shook off the pain of what she had seen and felt, Keyleth whispered into the soft skin of Vax’ildan’s neck. 

“I would have rathered to be dreaming about you.” 

His body shook with a chuckle. Moving his hands slowly down her back, one landed on the exposed skin just above her green panties. His fingertips ghosting the edge of the lace. Feeling her warm skin raise into goosebumps beneath his touch. 

“I would have rather you had dreaming of me too,” His voice began to turn more rugged. Keyleth didn’t have to see his face to know that Vax’s pupils were beginning to dilate or know he had that mischievous little grin on his lips. She swallowed hard, hiding her own nervous giggle. 

“But I would rather act out that dream instead if I’m being honest.” 

#vaxleth #vox machina #critical role #keyleth #vax'ildan #vaxleth fic #vaxleth fanfiction #cr1 fanfic #I made it over 500 words!! #barely but still #this was harder than I thought it would be #insom nom nom niatic writes

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Lies

PROMPT: “Don't give up on me. don't give up on us.”

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto x Female Reader

WARNINGS: It's a big OUCH fic. Child loss. Lots of hurt. Arguments. I have been in a mood and needed this to exist. Sorry in advance.

The room grew silent, shock growing on both of your faces. He never thought you would lie to him… not about that. And you never thought he would speak those words… not to you. 

Tonight is when everything changed. You and Troy would never be able to go back to the same relationship again. 

He turned on his heels, his knuckles turning red at the hold he had on the door. Rushing over, you’re boot stops the door from slamming closed. He was angry, angrier than you had ever seen, and unfortunately you couldn’t blame him. 

Closing the distance, you grab his arm trying to stop the brunette from running from you… from the conversation you desperately needed to finish. His strength took over, sending your frame flying against the opposite wall with a loud thud. You could see in his eyes he hadn’t meant to do it, he hadn’t meant to hurt you, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything as your eyes locked on one another. 

“You said she was alive. THEY said she was alive!”

“I’m so sorry, Troy,” immediately tears began streaming down your cheeks. Memories like flashbacks flood your vision. Back when life was somehow joyous and comfortable. 

Then sounds of your child’s cries take over. Clenching your eyes, tears flooding from the corners, you open to see Troy still standing where he had been. Confusion and concern laced in wrinkles at his eyes. Shifting to the door, he waited. 

“Why?” Troy asked, his voice low. 

“We needed them as much as they needed us. Troy-” your voice shook. You knew he would eventually find out. You knew he would be angry. And now was the time to pay the price for the secret you swore you would never say aloud, for the pain would kill you worst than anything else could.

He already knew how, somehow you both made it through that conversation alive, but you never thought the why would really matter. Hearing the pain in his voice, wondering how you of all people could keep this from him, it was almost as heartbreaking as loosing her. “-I couldn’t loose you too. And I knew you would fight back, if we were there it wouldn’t have happened. I went through that alone, Troy, but if you hadn’t been here… all the other’s would have been lost as well.”

His face turned, the cold night air wafting through the entry. His frame folds a tad, the tense muscles in his body give way to the emotions he was keepin back. One boot exited the room. 

“Don't give up on me,” you say as a final plea. “Don’t give up on us.”

“I can’t,” Troy breathed quietly before stepping into the darkness outside. “I never could, I thought you had known that.” His final words cut like a blade through your chest. 

He was right. You should have known. 

#it hurts me to write #so im sure it hurts to read #but i love the pain #troy otto #troy otto fanfic #ftwd #fear the walking dead #ftwd fanfic #insom nom nom niatic writes #troy otto x reader #troy otto x fem reader #hurt

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

FTWD MASTERLIST

;) = SMUT

*** = VIOLENCE/GORE/ECT.

0.0 = LONGER THAN 500 WORDS (or close)

FIC STORIES

Fix - Troy Otto x Fem Reader 0.0

Lies - Troy Otto x Fem Reader

Needed - Troy Otto x Fem Reader ***

Dreams - Troy Otto x Fem Reader

2 Of A Kind - Troy Otto X Fem Reader O.O ;)

Warmer - Troy Otto X Fem Reader O.O ;)

DRUNK DRABBLES

Idiot

Thought

Savior

Surprise?

What If?

#masterlist #insom nom nom niatic writes

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

;) = SMUT

*** = VIOLENCE/GORE/ECT.

0.0 = LONGER THAN 500 WORDS (or close)

#masterlist #insom nom nom niatic writes

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

;) = SMUT

*** = VIOLENCE/GORE/ECT.

0.0 = LONGER THAN 500 WORDS (or close)

#insom nom nom niatic writes #masterlist

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

On this side of the web, there are MANY fandoms and even MORE genres.

I write anything from tooth-rotting fluff, to horrifying violence, and back to add a bit of smut that would make anyone blush, so always and forever, 18+ ONLY! There will be at minimum cursing, and I do not apologize.

I am getting back my writer's bone however, so I'm sure these lists will be compiling a bit more than dust eventually.

CRITICAL ROLE FANFICS

FEAR THE WALKING DEAD FANFICS

TEEN WOLF FANFICS

RPF FANFICS

MARVEL FANFICS

#getting my shit together! #I hate this part tbh #staying organzed #insom-nom-nom-niatic writes #or does she? #masterlist

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

CRITICAL ROLE MASTERLIST

;) = SMUT

*** = VIOLENCE/GORE/ECT.

0.0 = LONGER THAN 500 WORDS (or close)

Red Heads - Vaxleth

Dreams - Vaxleth

#masterlist #insom-nom-nom-niatic writes

[ravendruid]

I was tagged by the amazing @blorbologist

rules: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs!

I keep most of my WIPs in the same doc, but I use headings to separate them, so I'm going to use those as titles. A few of them are mostly HCs that I want to elaborate on, but feel free to ask about any of them:

Be In My Eyes

Exchange

Getting Pinned Against a Wall

Shadowgast

Long-Distance AU

Keyleth AU

Bodyguard AU

Percy Runaway AU

Note for Be In My Eyes and Exchange: each one of those has two documents, one with HCs/planning and one with the actual writing, so feel free to specify which one ^_^

I want to tag @crispysnake @ogdoadfates @runforyourshield @waltwhitmansbeard and @insom-nom-nom-niatic

No pressure to do it, obviously <3

#ask games #writing #I have more food on my plate than what I can eat