#it’s all great in my head but when i open the word document to actually write i crumble to dust

[daisynik7]

Rub You the Right Way

Pairing: Choso x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating

Summary: You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you wonder that maybe your sweet and quiet neighbor has wild side, one you’re curious to see for yourself.

Author’s Notes: First Choso fic! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Consider this my unofficial return from hiatus. Enjoy! Divider by the wonderful and super talented @/cafekitsune!

part 7 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

The trek home from the office is especially grueling today. Your backpack is heavy with a clunky work laptop that’s been due for an upgrade along with a pile of documents that need to be reviewed ASAP. One hand carries the dinner you bought at the station while the other hoists a heavy bag of groceries you picked up during lunch, thinking it would be productive to get as much of your errands done today before hunkering down for the weekend to do a job that doesn’t pay you enough to work overtime. 

You eventually arrive to your apartment complex, making one more necessary pit stop to the mail room. Inside, you recognize the distinct pink-hair of the boy standing in front of the lockers. He’s your next-door neighbor’s younger brother who visits from time-to-time. “Hi Yuji!” you beam at him. 

He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. “Hey! How’s it going?”

You drop your bags to open your own locker. “I’m alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?”

He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. “Same, except studying for exams.”

“Are you picking up your brother’s packages?” It’s a well-known fact by now that Choso isn’t fond of leaving his apartment or interacting with people in general. It doesn’t bother you though; he’s a great neighbor who barely makes a peep. Never has he ever rubbed you the wrong way, despite his reclusive nature. Sometimes, through his brother, he’ll give you an offering of cookies from the batch he baked that week. On the days you’re working overtime, he’ll send Yuji to check in on you, making sure you’re not too stressed or overexerted. And on the rare occasion that the two of you meet face-to-face, either entering or leaving the apartment at the same time, your heart skips just the tiniest beat at how his face softens when you greet him with a smile. From these tiny gestures alone, you’ve determined that Choso Kamo is a sweetheart. Quiet, but most importantly, a sweetheart.

Yuji slides the stack out from Choso’s locker, answering you. “Yup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured I’d just grab everything.”

You stare at the small package in your own locker, evaluating how you’re going to carry it to your room in one trip. There’s no space in any of the bags and you’re almost convinced that you can balance it on top of your head as if you actually possess the proper skills to do so (you don’t). “Need help?” Yuji chuckles. Before you answer, he grabs it, placing it on top of a box similar in size on his stack.

“Thank you so much!”

As the elevator rides to the third floor, you continue to chat casually with Yuji. The two of you walk to your neighboring rooms and when he reaches for his keys, the stack topples over, the boxes now strewn across on the hallway floor. He blushes, collecting them hastily back into a neat pile. “I’m sorry, I hope there isn’t anything fragile in there.” He quickly slides you a box, avoiding your gaze to hide his embarrassment. 

It's new office supplies you ordered for your workstation at home, so you hardly care even if there is a bit of damage done. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good,” you assure him, using your foot to push it towards your front door. “Thank you for your help, Yuji. Tell your brother I say hi.”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

Finally home, you drop all your belongings, letting out a relieved sigh. One-by-one, you put everything away: the groceries in their appropriate places, your lukewarm dinner in the microwave, and all your work junk on the dining table, where you’ll be sat at for most of this weekend starting tomorrow. You save the package for later, planning to refill your supplies tonight so you don’t have to worry about it the next morning.

You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside. 

~~~

Choso is sprawled on the couch, too lazy to cook dinner. He ordered delivery from Yuji’s favorite pizza joint a few blocks away, which should be arriving any minute now, according to his calculations. When he hears the door open, he sits up, watching his brother enter with a tower of boxes in his hands. “I don’t remember ordering that much stuff,” he grumbles, standing up to help him. 

“Most of these are mine. I think only this one is yours.” Yuji passes him a small box, which Choso quickly grabs to toss into his room, hoping to avoiding any questions about it. Truth be told, the contents of that box is way too embarrassing to explain to his precious baby brother. Inside is the sex toy he recently purchased online. It’s essentially a silicone cock sleeve, open on both ends for simple clean-up, made entirely of pliable material for ease and comfort. To put it simply, it’s a fleshlight. A state-of-the-art, new and improved fleshlight, he would like to emphasize. He’s been looking forward to using it all week and once Yuji leaves tonight, he’s going to give it a proper test run until he’s a puddle in the sheets. 

It’s been a while since Choso’s been intimate with someone other than himself. A few bad breakups and past betrayals have led him to distrust most people outside of his intimate circle. The unpredictable nature of people, strangers, is frightening to him, so it’s better to avoid them completely. He has the luxury of working a job that’s fully remote, and aside from his brothers and the few colleagues he is forced to converse with periodically, it’s easy for him to remain a recluse, and he’s perfectly content with that. As for his sexual needs, he’s managed to make it this far in this drought thanks to sex toys and pornography. And while he’s aware that it’s not the most glamorous lifestyle, it works for him. 

“By the way, your neighbor says hi,” Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. “She came into the mailroom.”

Choso says your name in the form of a question to clarify, though he’s certain of the answer. The only other human contact he has outside his circle is with you, his next-door neighbor. He doesn’t leave the house much, but on the occasion he does, he always hopes it’s you he runs into. He often worries that one day, you’ll realize what a pathetic loner he is and stop showing him that gorgeous smile of yours. So far, that hasn’t happened yet, so he cherishes those tiny moments every chance he gets. Something about that smile, something about you, makes him feel good. Safe.  

“Yup,” Yuji confirms. “She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.”

Before Choso can inquire any further, there’s a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of their pizza. After thanking the delivery man, the two gather at the dining table, ready to dig into their dinner. Choso listens intently as Yuji laments on his weekly occurring university woes with a mouth full of pepperoni and sausage. As much as he adores his younger brother, he’s eager for his departure so he can have alone time to break in his new toy.

At eleven, without a crumb left of the pizza and the recycling bin filled with flattened cardboard boxes, Yuji finally announces that he’s leaving. He stuffs his newly delivered items, which includes textbooks, notepads, and a bunch of miscellaneous items, in his bag. “I’ll see you next week, bro. Take care of yourself,” he says, squeezing his big brother into a warm embrace. There’s always the smallest hint of concern in his voice whenever he leaves like this. Does he worry about him? For living a life of seclusion, constantly in fear of the outside world? Sure, it may sound lonely. In fact, it is lonely. But it’s easier to stay safe in the comfort of his own home than risk being hurt from the unknown. It’s better this way…isn’t it?

Choso muses on his brother’s parting words in the silence of his apartment for much longer than he intends to. He decides that the best way to keep him from spiraling further is a distraction, and that means fucking himself silly into temporary bliss until he knocks out for the night. Hidden away in various drawers of his bedroom are a plethora of options to choose from: vibrators, masturbators, cock rings, even the sex doll tucked deep in his closet. Tonight, however, is all about his shiny new toy. Pristine and untouched for him to ruin as much as he wants. He picks it up from the floor, ripping the tape off quickly, too impatient to inspect the exterior for any potential damage. When a stapler drops, almost hitting his feet, he stares down at it, confused. Thinking it’s a weird bonus item the sex shop has sent him, he chuckles nervously, still searching. Each item he uncovers leaves him more and more baffled: a container of paper clips, a wad of sticky notes, bundles of red pens, another fucking stapler. Finally, he checks the shipping label ripped partially from his haste, whatever color remaining on his face draining completely. 

This isn’t his. It’s yours.

Which means…

By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.

She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.

Oh fuck. 

~~~

It’s near midnight when you’re ready to turn in for the night. You almost forget about the box sitting idly on the floor by your shoes, exactly where you left it a few hours ago. With your computer all set up for work tomorrow, you think it’s best to organize your new supplies before you actually do forget. At your desk, you open the package with a pair of scissors, excited for the new staplers you bought, a standard one and a heavy duty one. It’s surprising how neatly it’s wrapped, covered in tissue paper like some sort of gift. After removing all the extra layers, you finally get to the reveal, which renders you speechless.  

Nestled neatly amongst more delicate tissue paper, the translucent material almost luminous against the dim glow from the lamplight, is a sex toy. Call it what you want: a penis stroker, a male masturbator, a pocket pussy. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind what is before you. A fucking fleshlight.

Besides the obvious appearance, the dead giveaway is the user manual included with it, displaying in big, bold print “The Cock Stroker 3000 – New and Improved!”. Lifting the box up to inspect the shipping label, you notice that it says Choso’s name, not yours. If you weren’t so stunned by this unexpected discovery, you’d be giggling at the absurdity of it all. Instead, you’re gawking at the lewd gadget, unsure what to do next. 

“Fuck!” 

An intense shout from the other side of the wall snaps you out of it. That’s the loudest you’ve ever heard your neighbor, and you can only assume that he has also just realized this unfortunate mix-up. There’s no way the two of you can pretend this isn’t happening. Besides, the last thing you want is for Choso to think you have a bad impression of him after this. Because you don’t, not one bit. It’s perfectly normal for people to have sex toys. In fact, it’s healthy. Even the thought of him using it on himself intrigues you. The hungry expression on his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, those usually pale cheeks blushing a deep red. The obscene squelch of the wet silicone surrounding his engorged cock, leaking with precum. Closer and closer to the edge, ready to burst any second with your lips near the tip, ready to swallow his load…

You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe he’s not as innocent as you think.

Ultimately, you decide the best way to move forward from this is to nip it in the bud. With the opened package in your hands, you walk over to his front door, knocking three times. You hear a faint, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” from within, then hurried footsteps growing louder. Without removing the chain lock, he answers, peering at you through the narrow crack, not saying anything.

Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. “Hi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.”

He clears his throat before mumbling a short, “Yeah.”

You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. “I opened it without checking the label first. I’m so sorry.”

He shuts the door suddenly, startling you. There’s the distinct rattle of the chain being fiddled with and the door swings open fully, Choso towering over you, a serious expression on his face. He shows you a box, revealing all the office supplies you ordered earlier in the week. Without saying another word, you do the exchange, anticipating that this will be the end of it. 

It surprises you when he apologizes quietly, focused on the small space separating you. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He hides it behind his back, as if doing so will erase the image of it from your memory. “You must think I’m disgusting.”

You shake your head, ignoring the instinct to step closer and comfort him with a hug. The last thing you want to do is cross even more lines tonight. “I don’t, not even the slightest. It’s okay, Choso. This is totally normal and totally fine.”

“You don’t have to say that – ”

“But I mean it! I really do! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, “I have sex toys too, plenty of them!”

This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “You don’t have to lie for my sake.”

“I’m not lying!” you urge him. 

He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. “I appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think it’s best that we never speak again. Goodnight.”

With that, he shuts the door, leaving you with a lump in your throat, devastated. In your frenzied attempt to fix this, you return to your room, searching your bedside drawer for your favorite vibrator. If words aren’t enough to convince him, then maybe actual proof will. Without taking a moment to reconsider the hole you’re digging yourself deeper and deeper into, you pound on his door, the sex toy clasped in your other hand. 

When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. “See? I told you! I have toys too, so there’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”

He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. “That’s it?”

You glare at him, offended by his response. “What do you mean?”

He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. “There’s only one button.”

“One button is all I need,” you argue, defensive about your favorite being criticized. “Sure, it’s small, but that’s what I like about it. It fits comfortably in my hand and with just a single push of the button, I can experience three different levels of intensity. What more do I need?!” 

He smirks, amused at your rambling. “I just don’t see how something this simple can be useful, that’s all.”  It’s the closest to a smile you’ve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering. 

You hold back a laugh. “I bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.”

“3000,” he corrects, grinning, causing your heart to race. “I haven’t tried it yet, but it’s the best on the market right now.” He hesitates, his next words coming out of his mouth slowly, testing the waters. “Maybe you can show me what your little toy can do. Prove me wrong.”

You never expected this from him, but that’s what makes this exciting. All you can think of in this moment is showing him just how wet you can get. “Fine,” you agree, stepping towards him. “But only if you show me what your little toy can do, too.”

~~~

Never in a million years did Choso predict that this would be the outcome of your bizarre mix-up. You, his next-door neighbor, on his bed, naked from the waist down. Your t-shirt riding up your stomach with your legs split apart, the cute vibrator you love so much pressed to your clit. He kneels in front of you, too transfixed at the erotic sight before him to give attention to the erection strained in his sweatpants. 

“You’re next,” you say, glancing at his lap.

He nods, all the confidence he had just a few minutes ago when he initially proposed this idea thrown out the window. Now, he’s back to being his nervous self, afraid to be vulnerable with someone he barely knows. 

You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. “Are you okay?”

He’s frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, who’s scared of everyone and everything  and – 

“Hey.” It’s only now he realizes that the two of you are face-to-face, foreheads pressed, noses touching. Your voice is gentle, your palms soft on his cheeks. You smile at him, full of warmth and compassion. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” he admits. “I’m nervous.” A myriad of what-ifs play out in his head. What if he’s bad? What if you don’t like it? What if this ruins whatever sliver of hope the two of you have at being friends? At being anything more? 

“We’ll go slow then,” you assure him, brushing your lips to his. That genuine smile of yours is enough to convince him that it’s worth the risk. That, and how fucking good it feels to have your mouth on his. He closes his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing the warmth of your breath. He finds himself gradually losing control of his inhibitions, his carnal instincts taking over, hungry for more of you. He slips his tongue inside, swirling around yours, kisses growing frantic and sloppy. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. His heart pounds in his chest as he roams your body, fingers grazing your perked nipples from outside your top. You whisper his name, so luscious and sweet in your voice. He’d be lying if he said he’s never imagined it before. How you’d sound whimpering from his touch. How you’d feel between his massive hands. How you’d look with his cock filling you up to the brim.

He can’t stand it anymore. He’s aching, begging for release from the confines of his pants. Quickly, he removes them, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasp, marveling at the size of it. “Oh fuck, Choso. You’re so big.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out, fumbling for the Cock Sucker 3000 beside him. He slathers a generous amount of lube on his shaft and inside the toy. Foreheads pressed together once more, you both focus on his lap, watching it sink smoothly down his dick. The coldness of the lube and rubbery flexibility of the silicone surrounding him is familiar, though having someone spectate makes this all the more titillating. 

“Fuck,” you swear, amazed at how it covers his entire length. You ogle at him as he starts slowly, eventually increasing to a steady pace. Your pussy flutters, incredibly aroused to see this man pumping his cock in front of you. For you.  

“Do it with me.” His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. “You should feel good too.”

You spread your legs, displaying your cunt to him, already sopping wet with arousal. His eyes follow your every move as you tease the tip slowly up and down your pussy lips. Finding the right spot on your clit, you place your finger on the button of the toy, bracing yourself for what’s to come. As soon as you press it, the vibrations from level one alone are enough to send you wild. Knees shaking, feet flexing, moans pouring out of your open mouth. He continues to watch you, restraining his grunts as he strokes himself faster. Desperate for more, you click the button twice, increasing the vibrations to the max level. Within seconds, you’re coming, back arched and head thrown into the pillows behind you. Tossing the vibrator aside, you stare up at the ceiling, dizzy and disoriented from your ecstatic high, pussy shiny with your orgasm. Choso’s voice is so faint, you don’t understand him at first. You sit up to face him, waiting for him to repeat himself. 

“Can you ride my face?” he asks meekly. 

More than willing to accept his request, you nod in response, grinning. His expression relaxes and when you lean nearer to him, palm pressed flat on his chest, he even cracks a smile as he’s lies down on the bed, eager to have you like this. You straddle him, facing away from the headboard while his head rests at the foot of the bed. Carefully, you lower yourself until his mouth is pressed to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit slowly and he releases his grip from his toy to hold onto your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. You don’t take your eyes off each other as you rub yourself across his face, his mouth open, swallowing every drop of you. When you reach your second orgasm, you’re practically bouncing on him as he smothers himself deeper, humming in satisfaction as he sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue. 

You lift yourself off him, spent and completely wrecked. Still, you want to touch him, treat him as well as he treated you, make him come as hard as you did. You position yourself between his thighs, admiring the silicone sleeve hugging his dick. “Your turn.”

Sitting up on his elbows, he watches as you grab hold of the toy, stroking him with it. He moans, tongue hanging of his mouth, drool leaking from the corners of his lips, eyes half-lidded. His moans turn into whimpers when you start cradling his balls with your other hand, his body twitching from the sensation. The tip peeks out from the other end, a thick wad of precum collecting at the slit, so enticing that you’re salivating for a taste.

“Your mouth,” he stammers, barely able to speak.

“What?” you ask breathily, inching closer and closer. 

“Want your mouth.” He swallows hard, voice trembling. “Please.”

Excited, you remove the toy from him, in awe at the way his fat cock flops heavily against his abdomen. You take him in your fist, loving how hot and throbbing he is in your grip. He’s coated in lube and precum, so slippery with your fingers wrapped around his girth. Unable to resist any longer, you bow your head, licking the pearl off the tip, savoring the taste. He shudders, letting out a loud, “Fuck!” 

It’s so much better than a toy. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him is better than any masturbator, fleshlight, pocket pussy, whatever silly contraption he uses to get by. The swirl of your tongue gliding along the shaft, the vibrations of your moans as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, the view of your pretty head bobbing up and down his lap. Nothing in his collection compares to this. This is real. You are real. 

He fucks your throat, unable to resist bucking his hips against you, timing his thrusts to meet yours. It doesn’t take much longer for him to be pushed over the edge. You pull off for a brief moment to smile at him, pumping him fast. “Come for me, Choso. Come in my mouth.”

At this, he completely loses himself, muffling his incessant moans into his forearm, too shy to watch you guzzle down his entire load until he’s milked of every last drop. You scatter delicate kisses along the entire length of him, even down to his balls. Too sensitive now, he pats you gently on the head, making you look up at him, a warm smile on your face. He smiles back, caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your soft skin. You lie beside him, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady, relaxed pace. He slides his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. He’s safe with you. 

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I promise I searched your blog, but how do you (specifically) zero draft? The post that showed up in a search of your blog was like, bullet point writing whatever is in your head for the.wip, which I think is v cool and would help me finish lofm! So I'm curious how you do it!

Oh yes, okay! I don't think I've actually explained it anywhere, but I love talking about this.

what is a zero draft?

The great thing about a zero draft is that you can pretty much make it whatever you need it to be. For me, I was having a hard time with the middle of my story. I've started and stopped this wip so many times, always getting hung up at the same part as I approach the middle. I've always had a very clear picture of the beginning and the end, but never how to get all the way through from point A to point B. My original outline had things in brackets like [character growth] and [plot stuff], but what does that mean!?

My goal was to get all the way through. So I opened a blank document, started at the beginning, and literally rambled and talked my way through the entire story. I didn't write real prose. It was all stream of consciousness. It was me describing what happens in the story as if I was telling it to a friend. The zero draft was my rubber duck. This was my brainstorming document. I used common vernacular and slang and abbreviations. There are bullet points, numbered lists, sidebars where I rambled about a scene I completely forgot to mention in a previous section. Lots of comments about things I need to include in the next draft. Literally anything and everything I thought of went into the zero draft.

A zero draft can be as long or short as you need it to be. Mine ended up being around 40k words. But I've seen other people say a zero draft is 10k to 20k words. It's really up to you! And when you feel like you've covered enough of the story to move on to the next draft.

And you don't have to go about a zero draft the way I did! Recently, an author I love and follow on instagram (Casey McQuiston) shared in their stories that when they were writing their most recent book, they zero drafted each chapter before they wrote it out. Casey said that because of this, it was first time they didn't have major edits and rewrites afterwards. So if you find yourself needing a little more structure and sense of where you're going, I think a zero draft could be super helpful!

Of course you don't have to have a zero draft, and if you've got a good sense of the plot and character arcs, you might not need one. But it can be a great way to brainstorm and figure out those things if you need to!

#zero draft #zero drafting #writeblr #writing tips #answered #kaatiba #i hope this makes sense and helps!! #am i psyching myself out about having to write real words now? yes #but i'm very excited about my wip again though #so that's helpful too

[tarjapearce]

Hii! My ranchero!Miguel obsession is running wild today and i had a thought, well actually a whole scenario. Miguel getting his own ranch after he takes cherry baby with him after their marriage. He starts off humble with only a few horses and a small land he was gifted by his father, after he learned he was gonna be a grandfather. Miguel works tirelessly to expand the ranch, bring in more animals and more people to work. Cherry baby, although pregnant, does her fair share as well. She does the finances and document work of the ranch, the only thing Miguel let's her do cause he doesn't want her to strain herself too much. Despite that she dabbles into a bit of gardening, planting all sorts of pretty flowers on the property along with some fruit trees with the help of her strong husband.

Slowly but surely the ranch is growing. There are more horses and barn animals and people. It's become a lively and lovely little haven. Miguel was missing one thing though. Augustin. The horse that was the reason for him meeting his sweet wife and mother of his child. He wondered how he could get him from reader's father's ranch. He was also pretty worried for the horse's wellbeing considering Augustin would listen only to Miguel and no one else. He shared this with his wife one night while cuddling, hand on her stomach, trying to feel their child's movements. This gave cherry baby an idea how to mess with her family for insulting her and her baby.

She gathered the ranch boys on the land and told them about her plan to sneak in her father's ranch and lure Augustin out so they can relocate them. All of them agreed instantly because although Miguel is a strict boss, he was also a great leader and mentor to them and they were all greatful and looked up to him a lot. Knowing the land like the back of her hand she instructed them how to do it so they don't get caught. And so the plan was in action. Following cherry baby's instructions the boys use the guise of the night to go there. They easily found the black stallion. Before Augustin could make a fuss one of the boys brought up one of Miguel's shirts that smelled the most of him to the horse which instantly made him calm down. Augustin is very food motivated so they lured him out using his favorite treat and Miguel's scent so they can make sure he stays calm. They managed to get the horse inside the carrier and hurriedly made their way back to their ranch.

They arrived a little before the break of dawn. Cherry baby had woken up very early so she could be there when the boys arrive. She got out of the house in her pajamas, belly slightly poking out. Her smile as wide as can be when she saw the beautiful horse once again. Augustin seemed to have recognized her which made him start neighing loudly. She tried to calm him down but the boys quickly surround her to protect her. All the commotion wakes Miguel up, the familiar neigh making his eyes shoot open. He made it out the house as fast as he could to see his horse causing a ruckus, as he always did, and his boys surrounding his wife as a way to protect her. With wide eyes and disbelief, Miguel calls out to Augustin, like only he can, which makes the horse quiet down and everyone else turn their head in his direction. Miguel makes his way to the horse, petting him like he would usually do and connecting with him again. He still can't believe this is happening.

(I'm gonna add a little dialog but I'm not very good)

"i need to know who was the mastermind of this whole fiasco?" Miguel says looking over his shoulder.

No one dares say a word. Was he... mad?

Cherry baby makes a step forward and puts her hands on her hips

"you're looking at em" she says, feigning confidence

The look on Miguel's face is unreadable before he says

"Boys, go somewhere else please. I need to speak with my wife"

After Miguel gives cherry baby an earful about how stupid, dangerous and irresponsible this whole thing was, he finally calms down and makes an assessment of the situation. His wife is safe, the boys are safe, he got his horse back and he could stick it to his father in law. It's not so bad after all. Knowing his father in law, he had no use of Augustin without Miguel so hebwas either gonna sell the horse or kill him for meat.

That day was spent with Miguel once again riding and training Augustin, the ranch workers having a day off for the day and cherry baby being busy in the kitchen making treats and lemonade for everyone.

The end. Sorry for the long ask I just really wanted to share this idea😅. Hope you enjoy♥️

Also i hope i didnt mess up any names. I'm pretty bad with names

OMG. Yes yes yesss. This gave me an idea for a future chapter of this wee Miguel Ranchero series 🤭🤭. Thank you for spoiling me with your ideas ❤️❤️. LOVED IT!!!

We'll have more of him. Promise 👀👀❤️.

P. d. Never thought that Miguel Ranchero would be a thing 🤭🤭. How we should call this Novela? 🤔

#miguel o'hara #t writes✨ #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #Miguel Ranchero

[mikhailwrites]

Soaring Ever Higher 2 - Ghoap/Ace Combat 7 crossover

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Ghost met John "Trigger" MacTavish and after the pilot saved his life - at cost of disobeying a direct order - asked him out for a drink. However, Trigger stood him up...

John is on his way to change from his flight suit to something considerably nicer. Well, maybe not all that much nicer since he wasn’t exactly planning on going out during this deployment, let alone going out with someone. Still, a tan tee and black cargo trousers could be considered an improvement.

Just as he’s nearing the door to his room, someone is standing in front of them, hand raised to knock. Trigger makes another two steps before he pauses. He’d recognise the unruly mop of dirty-blonde hair anywhere. “Count?” he calls out his wingman, who turns around quickly.

“Ah, there you are! Come on, the boss needs you,” Count gestures. Trigger stops. No way. Do they really have to do this right now?

“Can’t he wait at least till tomorrow? He can chew me out then,” John shrugs, resuming his walk towards his room.

However, Count shakes his head. “It’s not about your stunt today, I think. There’s another mission, an urgent one,” he explains. “So, come on. It’s not like you have somewhere better to be.”

He does, actually, but doesn’t say it out loud. If Count knew about his plans, Trigger wouldn’t hear the end of it. “Aye, okay, lead the way.”

True to Count’s words, Long Caster is already in the briefing room, going over maps and documents. The moment Trigger and his wingman come through the door, their commanding officer looks up, eyes locking on John.

“Good thing you haven’t changed yet. You’re about to go out again. The station personnel is refuelling your aircraft as we speak.”

“What’s so damn urgent then?” Trigger barely hides his displeasure as he walks around to the table and looks at the mission intel.

Long Caster also turns to the table and pulls out a topographic map of the nearby mountain range. “We need you to do a recon sweep.”

John gives him a long, hard look as if to ascertain if he’s serious or not. “Excuse me? A recon sweep? Don’t we have drones for that?”

“We do. That, and insubordinate, obstinate SoBs that treat commands as if they were mere suggestions. Get ready. You leave in ten,” Long Caster nods at the fellow pilot. When Trigger doesn’t move an inch, he adds: “Dismissed, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir,” Trigger grunts and leaves.

Count looks at the back of his friend and wingman before he turns to Long Caster. “With all due respect, sir, was that really necessary?”

“I don’t need you questioning my orders, Count. However, if you insist, I’m sure we can arrange some rewarding mission for you as well,” his superior cocks an eyebrow in obvious challenge.

“I think I’ll pass. Permission to leave?”

“As far as I’m concerned, you were never here,” Long Caster nods to the still-open door and Count excuses himself.

The flight path is long and utterly boring. Trigger has to fly low and slow for the radar and lidar to catch everything he needs. He’s bored. His jet is bored, too. It’s just a sea of green, stretching in all directions, and, even worse, the sky is still overcast, so it’s just the green below and dull grey above.

He returns after the nightfall. Taking off the helmet, the sweat-drenched mohawk sticks to his head. Trigger only exchanges a few pleasantries with the staff and engineers before retreating to his quarters to shower.

Only then, under the spray of lukewarm water to cool himself down, does he remember he was supposed to meet with Ghost and practically stood the man up. Great way to fuck up a promising start they had. John shortly debates if he should go to Ghost’s quarters and explain to him what happened.

No. It sounds like bullshit, and he’s way too beat to go anywhere, anyway. Even more so since the Strider squadron’s mission has been completed, and they will be returning to their home base tomorrow. Another long, boring flight. At least he will have his mates to chat with.

#

Ghost finds Laswell first thing in the morning. He’s not angry, and he’s willing to give Trigger the benefit of the doubt. Ghost knows better than most how quickly downtime can turn into active duty, especially for top operatives such as himself or Trigger.

Laswell is fully immersed in the display of her laptop. Ghost knocks on the open door and is given a lifted index finger – a universal symbol to wait, and that’s what he does. Full five minutes, actually. Only then does Laswell click a few times and finally nods at Ghost to come in. “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?”

“Do you know where Trigger is?” Ghost’s voice is steady, as is the rest of him. To anyone else, it wouldn’t sound any different than asking what’s for lunch, but not to Laswell since it’s her job to notice even the most subtle changes and details. She’s also damn good at her job.

“Yesterday, Flight Lieutenant was needed elsewhere, in a rather urgent manner, I’m afraid,” she confirms Ghost’s unvoiced theory, “as of this morning, Strider squadron’s mission has concluded, and they returned to their home base”. By mentioning Trigger’s rank, she also lets Ghost know that MacTavish actually outranks him. Interesting, if not exactly surprising. It’s good that John didn’t intend to leave him hanging. However, Trigger is now, quite literally, in the wind. Who knows how long before they run into each other again? Ghost tries to convince himself that he mostly minds the debt; he’s promised John a drink. “I could get you his phone number if you want.”

“No need,” Ghost declines her offer and pointedly ignores the knowing look on her face. Laswell doesn’t need to know everything, let alone the degree of interest Ghost has in MacTavish.

Ghost walks out, stopping on the tarmac and looking up. There’s the vast expanse of clear blue sky. If he’s honest, he never paid too much attention to it. His fight is and has always been on the ground. Now, he can’t help but wonder: how does being up there feel? There is no ground to support you, no cover to help you, no nothing, just you, the mission, and almost endless space. There’s something freeing in the thought but, at the same time, anxiety-inducing. No, Ghost is very much ground-animal, thank you very much.

If he gets to talk to MacTavish again, he will ask him what he sees in the blue. What does he feel when the jet leaves the ground? What is he thinking about, up there, among birds and clouds? And what’s with those three strikes on the tail? With a newfound resolve, he changes the initial if to when. When he gets to talk to MacTavish again.

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[99corentine]

How To Write Good by Corentine

THE DRAFTING PROCESS, PART 2/2

Writing guide continued! Here's PART ONE.

STEP THREE: THE START, THE END, THE BEATS

I’m of the opinion that every story should start with a bang. You could start mid-way through a notable event, as seen in GHD:

- O L H A - D - V - The words, incomprehensible, rattle around his head like the last rumbles of a great thunderstorm. Then, much like after a storm has passed, the air suddenly feels clearer, sharper. A sludgy fog he didn’t even realise he was in clears from his mind and he blinks, confused. The first thing he sees is his own hands.

If you want it to be especially punchy, you can start with a line of dialogue or a short sentence, like I did for T4T:

CHAPTER ONE: It is the end.

It’s reeeally easy to lose readers at the start, so you always want to write a strong opener. Something that grabs the reader by the collar and drags them in to read the rest of the chapter.

You don’t need to have all the details, but you should have at least a vague idea of how the story ends. If you’re writing fanfic that follows along the same plot as a game or existing story, most of the legwork is done for you – so writing GHD, I planned for it to end when Alduin was killed. As I got further into the story, I came up with a more narratively satisfying ending, because it’s okay if the ending changes. As long as you have an ending in mind, you have something to work towards.

So GHD’s original, very basic plot was:

START – the Last Dragonborn wakes up with total amnesia

???

He saves Miraak

???

They kill Alduin together – END 

Now you have to map out those ??? parts by deciding the major beats of the story, i.e. notable scenes. This gives you something to work towards other than the ending. I ended up with notes like these:

START – the Last Dragonborn wakes up with total amnesia

Who is he? Don’t spend too much time on this, not important, can be answered later

Goes to Solstheim, meets Miraak

Finds a way to communicate with Miraak – sneaks into Apocrypha? Shares dreams? College of Winterhold has psijiics, use telepathy?

Finds a way to save Miraak

Go to Apocrypha, confront Hermaeus Mora, save Miraak

They look for ways to kill Alduin together

Hermaeus Mora comes for them

Prolonged recovery, tells reader that even ‘redeemed’ Miraak is still scary

They kill Alduin together

What happens after Alduin?

(Redacted for spoiler purposes) – END 

The story beats should ebb and flow like the tide; high-octane scenes should be followed by periods of calm. You don’t want to do this too quickly or the story will feel like whiplash; rather this is a process that happens over many chapters. Let’s look at some examples in GHD:

⇈⇈ Miraak dominates telepathy and is really scary!! ⇊⇊ Chry wanders around Skyrim doing errands and Thinking About Life… ⇈⇈ Chry breaks Miraak out of Apocrypha!!  ⇊⇊ They recover from the ordeal and have a honeymoon period… ⇈⇈ They go to Blackreach and it’s visually awesome, and also Chry gets jealous!! ⇊⇊ They do misc stuff for a while… ⇈⇈ They talk to Septimus Signus, Mora shows up, nearly kills Chry!! ⇊⇊ Miraak whisks Chry away somewhere to recover in peace…

You see what I mean?

Right, you know roughly what’s going to happen. Time to turn that into words, baby!

STEP FOUR: GOTTA START WRITING

My actual writing style is its own separate topic so I’m not going to tell you how I structure a sentence or anything, just my literal writing process. 

In my chapter document, I start by making a bullet-point list of everything I want to happen in the chapter. What happens can, and probably will, change as you actually get the chapter down. That’s fine, you just need a starting point.

I very rarely write individual chapters in order, as in start to finish. Rather, I tend to write the scenes I can picture clearly in my head – then by the time I’ve written those I’m in a writing groove and the gaps in the rest of the chapter will come easier. When I’m done, I’ll stitch the individual scenes together, which sometimes requires altering the scene start or end to make the whole thing more cohesive.

There are times when the writer’s block takes me, and I have like two finished scenes and just cannot summon the words for the rest of the chapter. When this happens, to be honest, the only answer I’ve found is brute force: I sit myself in front of the computer, get rid of phone/alt tabs/other distractions, and force myself to type something. Or I hold myself hostage (i.e. ‘I am not allowed to play more Baldur’s Gate 3 until I have written GHD chapter 47’) that works too, for me anyway. 

Whatever it takes to get something on paper. What’s mostly important is to get something written, even if it’s not very good. You can always edit, rephrase or even rewrite sections later. Usually I’ve found once you start writing, you get into a groove and then it’s no longer a chore.

I also aim for a certain word count / chapter length while writing. I know a chapter is exactly as long as it needs to be and blah blah, but I set myself a minimum wordcount to reach. Or if I go way over the word count it’s probably because I’ve waffled too much, so I either aim to split the chapter into two, or to ruthlessly edit it back down again. 

For GHD I average 7,000 - 9,000 words, but I actually think that’s a bit too long and risks losing people’s attention span, so for T4T I aim lower, about 6,000-ish. Less is perfectly fine, but if I’m reading another fic I find a chapter length of 2,000 words or lower to be disappointingly short. That’s all personal preference of course, and certain fics will lend themselves better to shorter chapters.

Although I jump around scenes within each chapter, I make a point of writing my entire chapters in chronological order. If I’m on chapter 5, and I know something awesome happens in chapter 12, it’s imperative that I do not write chapter 12 ahead of time. If I do, I’ll reeeally struggle to write chapters 6-11, because I have already rewarded my brain by writing the cool thing. If I hold off, my enthusiasm to write chapter 12 may in fact motivate me to crank out chapters 6-11 in record time.

I do have one other thing – in my Scrivener projects I always have a document called ‘Unused’. Sometimes, usually at like 2AM when sleep has failed me, I’ll get a really good idea for some dialogue or description. I scribble it down somewhere (or it will be forgotten for sure) and later I type it into my Unused document, so it’s just filled with random bits of text like this (note, everything you see here is unused, so it's not going to feature in the last chapter of GHD):

At some point in time I’ll peruse it and think ‘yes, this line!!’ and drop it into a future chapter – again though I just write bits, not entire scenes or I’ll have written all the exciting parts already. Anything I edit out of a chapter (i.e. a paragraph I liked but didn’t quite fit) gets dropped here too, in case I can reuse it later.

STEP FIVE: FINAL EDITING

I will be honest, I’m pretty impatient. Once I’ve finished a chapter, especially if it’s one I’ve been struggling with for a long time, I want to publish it now. So I’m guilty of not editing as thoroughly as I should – but this is what I usually do and it catches at least most of my mistakes:

As a first step, I copy-paste the chapter from Scrivener into google docs. Remember I said Scriv’s word processor wasn’t the best? Yeah, it’s no good at picking up on dodgy grammar, but google docs is, so I run it through there and skim-check for wiggly blue lines, then make the changes in Scriv. You may not have this issue if you’re using Word or another more comprehensive software

Once I know the grammar is mostly fixed, I go back to Scriv and re-read the entire chapter start to finish – I’m looking for whatever google didn’t catch, wonky phrasing, repetition (i.e. I used the word ‘quickly’ twice in the space of two paragraphs, that sort of thing)

I go away for a bit (anywhere from a few hours to a few days) and do another careful re-read with a fresh set of eyes. Sometimes I use a text-to-speech software to read what I’d written back to me; you'd be surprised how much you pick up this way

In my great excitement, I publish the new chapter to AO3. As I re-read the chapter over there, I see a minimum of 5 glaring errors I somehow didn’t spot in the previous steps, and hastily correct them before anyone notices.

I like to get at least the first 2-3 chapters of a brand new story written before I post anything to AO3. This is to make sure my enthusiasm doesn’t immediately wane and I actually stand a chance of finishing it. After that I’m rarely more than a chapter ahead of what’s been posted, because go figure I’ll post the newly-written chapter once the editing is done, then start on the next one.

Some people won’t even post a story at all until they have the first draft fully written. This is admirable, but not always realistic – GHD is like 375,000 words, you think I would’ve sat down and written all that before posting chapter one and even knowing if anyone would read it? Hell no. 

But while you don’t need a story to be fully written, you do need it to be decently mapped-out. I used to start fics with absolutely no idea where they were going to go; I’d finish 1 or 2 chapters, get really excited at writing that much and hungry for feedback, then post something that I would inevitably lose all enthusiasm for and leave unfinished.

So, know how it starts, know how it ends, and know the story beats in between so you always have a goal to write towards. There will inevitably be fics that you never finish and that’s fine – it’s all writing practice – but readers don’t like to be left hanging, so try your best to finish! Even if it takes ahem four years or so.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐

And there you go, that’s my writing process! I’m not sure how useful that really is, but if it was I could write more guides in future? I have…

A guide to my writing style (this one might be hard to put into a guide but people like my turn of phrase so, maybe useful?)

How I write a sex scene

How I write a fight scene.

[nightingaleflow]

You’re such a brilliant writer and there’s so much emotion in your stories , it’s just amazing. If it’s not too much to ask may you a Gaara x female S/O.

Gaaras been extremely stressed and exhausted from his work as the Kazekage and is beyond his breaking point. He has an extremely bad anxiety attack when he’s with his s/o from all of this and she comforts him: ❝  hey,  just breathe.  look at me— look at me.  in and out.  breathe with me okay?  ❞

He’s so lost in his anxiety and exhaustion and is completely out of it he starts almost hallucinating but S/o is there for him.

Exams have been hectic for me, this would really make my day. Thank you writer 😊❤️

Here you go, little nonnie! Sorry this took so long. I hope your exams went well. <3

~

Stressed Out

WC: 1k Warnings: Stress, anxiety attack

Council meetings had always been among Gaara’s least favorite activities. At best, they were tedious, with debates about renaming things or color changes taking center stage. At worst, they were heated, with even the wisest among them devolving into screaming fits about changing a law that had been on the books since before any of them were born.

And it was the latter kind that had occupied not one, not two, but three separate meetings today.

Gaara tried his best to maintain his composure, but the constant yelling and hostility stressed him out. He found himself snapping at the other council members, and his sand repeatedly rattled in his gourd. Once, after a particularly nasty comment from a council member, the cork popped off and embedded in the wall behind him.

The man had wisely held his tongue after that, but that didn’t stop Gaara from wanting to throttle him with the sand.

Once the last meeting finally ended, Gaara whisked out of the room before anyone could address him further.

He hurried back to his office, slamming the door behind him without a care for anyone in the hall. Then he turned to his desk and narrowed his eyes.

Stacks of documents towered over the desk, leaving very little room for him to actually work. Scrolls. Loose papers. Books. It was like he was drowning in a paper ocean.

Gritting his teeth, he sat down and reluctantly picked up the first one in reach.

It was a budget report, with a sea of numbers detailing shinobi salaries and making suggestions for salary adjustments for the coming year. Gaara could already feel a headache coming on as he struggled to read the numbers.

He managed to make it about halfway through before the numbers swam around the page. His chest tightened and his head pounded as he tried to focus. Tears leaked from his eyes, and he angrily tried to wipe them away, but to no avail. They just came harder.

Gaara suddenly found himself short of breath. He forced himself to breathe slowly, trying not to let the stress overwhelm him. He tried switching to a different document in the hopes of finding something easier, but it was no use. He couldn’t even read the words on the page.

He threw the scroll across the room, then raked his nails through his hair as the tightness in his chest worsened.

Then, as he thought this day couldn’t get worse, he heard a knock on the door.

Great. More stress.

He turned to face the window and struggled to catch his breath. “Enter,” he said, his voice tight and hoarse.

The door opened. “Good afternoon, Gaara.”

Gaara closed his eyes. It was you, home after an extended mission to Kiri.

He was happy you were home and safe. He loved you dearly, and spending so many nights without you had started to take its toll.

But he did not want you to see him like this.

“Welcome home,” he managed. “How was your mission?”

“Everything went smoothly,” you replied, setting the mission report on his desk. Then you noticed he wasn’t turning around. “Is everything ok, Gaara?”

He closed his eyes, praying he could maintain control for just a moment longer. “Yes, my love. I’m just tired.”

You frowned and circled the chair before kneeling in front of him. “Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Gaara cursed silently as his breathing grew short. “I…” he choked. “I can’t…”

You reached up and gently stroked his face. “Gaara, look at me.”

He did, his expression pained and frantic.

“Just breathe,” you said. “With me. In…and out.” You took a deep breath, placing his hand on your chest so he could feel your chest rise and fall. You mirrored the action and were relieved to feel Gaara follow your lead.

“That’s it. One more time. In…then out. Nice and easy.”

Gaara copied your movement, his eyes never leaving your face. His shoulders slowly began to relax, and he breathed a little easier.

You pulled him into a gentle hug, whispering, “There you go, Gaara. You’ve got it.”

He buried his face in your chest, trying to muffle the sounds of his sniffles against your shirt.

“It’s ok,” you soothed, gently massaging his back. “I’m here, Gaara.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want you to have to see me like this.”

“Gaara,” you chided softly. “You’re human. You’re allowed to have emotions and bad days, just like the rest of us.” You pressed your lips against the kanji on his forehead. “I love you.”

The dam in Gaara’s chest fully broke. His body shook with sobs, clinging to you like a child.

You stayed right there, pressing more kisses into his hair as your hands traced small circles on his back. “It’s ok,” you whispered. “I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

It took several minutes for his sobs to subside. But once they started to quiet down, you asked, “Why don’t we head upstairs for the rest of the day? I’ll make us some dinner and we can just relax.”

Gaara looked at the piles of papers on his desk, his anxiety rising again. “But if we leave all this work now, that’s just that much more I’ll have to do tomorrow.”

“And as it happens, I have a few days off now that I’m back from my mission.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll come and help you. We’ll take it one step at a time and get everything done.”

“And if we can’t?” Gaara asked.

“Then we’ll keep going the next day. I promise, Gaara, I’ll help you get through all of this. But for now, I think you need a break.” You gently gripped his hand. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

He took one last look at the papers, then nodded. “Thank you,” he said as he stood.

“Of course,” you said, pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you.”

“And I, you.”

~

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[gunilslaugh]

Hiii, first time asker hehe

I was wondering if you could do Seungmin when he likes someone a few years older than him.

I feel like he would have more audacity and he more cheeky than usual.

Like she tells him she’s not interested in younger guys and he’s like “a challenge how fun” kind of vibe? Idk if this makes sense haha

Thank you for your content🥰

Hello, welcome first time asker lol. I hope you like your request!

Oh Seungmin

Summary: You weren’t interested in younger guys, however Seungmin was determined to prove himself to be an exception. (non-idol au) (office au)

WC:~1.7k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Your office had just received a new hire and of course your boss had to assign you as the one to train them. It’s not like you hate the new hire, you haven’t even met them yet, but you don’t particularly like that you have to train somebody new on top of getting your work for the current project you’re working on done. A part of you wanted to suggest (argue) with your boss that the head of your department would be better suited for training the new hire. Alas the head of your department was actually on a business trip to do field research. Now why your boss picked you out of all the other employees in your department you aren’t quite sure. What you did know was that you unfortunately can’t get out of it. 

You arrived at work a bit earlier than usual to settle your things before the new hire would arrive. You were busy editing a document when the new hire arrived. 

“Y/n this is the new hire you will be training. I’m sure you’ll treat him well.” One of the other employees of the office informed you. You stood up from your chair, dusting off the imaginary dirt from your pants. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Seungmin.” The new hire introduced himself with a smile. 

“I’m y/n. Let me show you around the office.” You stepped outside of your cubicle area. You began to walk around the office with Seungmin, showing him around the different departments, where the copying room was, the breakroom, storage, bathrooms. 

“Now this room is ‘top secret’. This is the room where we come to when we’re hiding from our work.” You opened the door to reveal a shabby looking room. There was literally nothing in it. You supposed it was supposed to be another storage room, but never ended up being used as one. Instead it sits empty with flickering lights and white walls that are painting themselves beige. “It may not look like much, but when you’re having a hard day you’ll find that it feels like a sanctuary,” you told. 

“Duly noted,” Seungmin said. He looked around the empty room. His eyes stopped on you, taking a nice look. You noticed, but didn’t say anything. Seungmin had actually been taking glances at you the entire tour. He couldn’t help it. You looked so beautiful. The way you showed him around. You had a professional nature, but at the same time there was this hint that you didn’t particularly care to be doing what you’re doing right now. You spoke articulately about your office and how it runs, but you half-hazardly pointed things out. Like your words said one thing, but your body language said another. It successfully piqued Seungmin’s interest in you. 

You ended the tour by coming full circle back to your department. You showed Seungmin where his cubicle was, which happened to be across from yours on the left side. You started to get him set up with some simpler work. Seungmin tried his best to pay attention to what you were telling him. It was proving to be difficult though with the way you unintentionally leaned closer to him to show him what to do with the documents on his screen. 

“Alright, that should do it. If you have any questions, my cubicle is right over there.” you pointed across the way to your cubicle.

“Great, thanks,” Seungmin states. Seungmin watches you walk the short couple of steps back over to your cubicle. Seungmin couldn’t help but steal glances at you throughout the rest of the work day. 

At the end of the day you traveled the short distance over to Seungmin’s cubicle to check on his work. Again Seungmin couldn’t help but admire you as your eyes scanned over the documents on his computer screen. 

“There are a couple of errors that need to be fixed, but this isn’t bad for a new hire. Good job,” you told Seungmin, straightening up from peering over at his computer screen. 

“Do I get a reward for that?” Seungmin asked cheekily. A bit of a suggestive manner in his eyes. 

“You’re paycheck,” you answered blankly. Then you proceeded to walk back over to your desk to pack up for the day. Seungmin didn’t expect you to be so cold to him, however it only made him more interested in you. Igniting a bit of a spark in him. 

Seungmin fully intended on acting on the newly lit spark in him. Any time at work he would take the chance to flirt with you. It didn’t even matter if others were around. He had no shame about his flirting with you. You typically would brush off Seungmin’s flirting, which unfortunately for you only encourages him more. After a couple of weeks of his flirting you finally confronted him about it. 

“Seriously Seungmin what is your deal?” You cornered him in the break room when nobody else was there. 

“Can I not flirt with the girl I like?” he returned. 

“Well the girl you like isn’t interested in guys younger than her. Sorry,” you rejected him. That wasn’t going to stop Seungmin though. 

“C’mon I’m only three years younger than you. I can be an exception,” he stated. 

“I’m really not interested in you Seungmin.” You reject him for a second time and begin to walk towards the exit of the breakroom. 

“You just want me to chase after you for a while don’t you? That’s ok I can do that. I like a challenge,” Seungmin calls out after you as you leave the breakroom. 

Seungmin meant it when he said he could chase after you. That’s exactly what he did. He would get you coffee and leave little notes on your cups. Saying stuff like: “Your smile makes me happy :)”, “You’re working hard”, “The only way you could be more perfect would be if you were mine”, “I know these notes make you happy, so why not let me make you happy?”. He would pull your chair out for you when your department had your weekly meetings. He would run and be your errand boy whenever you needed copying done, something from storage or another department. 

Despite all of Seungmin’s chasing you still wouldn’t let him into your heart. You did open up to him more and even started to treat him as a friend. Seungmin wanted to be more than your friend though. He just wanted you to be his. He wanted to look out for you, remind you to take breaks when you got hyper fixated on a project, have meals with you, send you good morning and goodnight texts with random text throughout the day simply because he was thinking about you. He wanted to cuddle you in his arms. His intentions were pure even if was a bit cheeky with his flirting. At the end of the day he really did just want to love you. 

Seungmin notices that it has been quite some time since you stepped out of your cubicle. He was pretty sure you didn’t have any meeting to attend to, so he wondered what was taking you so long. He couldn’t really focus on his work cause he could think about where you possibly disappeared off to. That’s when he remembers what you said about the “top secret” room. That it could feel like a sanctuary when you’re having a hard day. Seungmin honestly hopes that he’s wrong as he stands up from his chair and begins to head in the direction of the “top secret” room. He gently knocks on the door before opening it. Sure enough he finds you sitting in the corner of the poorly lit room with your knees tucked up to your chest. He closes the door behind him and carefully walks over to you, taking a seat right beside you. 

“Are you alright?” he softly asks you. Instead of answering him verbally you shake your head. Seungmin places a comforting hand on your knee. 

“I’m sure whatever it is, it'll be ok. It’s probably really stressful right now, but you always figure it out,” he comforts you. 

“What if I don’t?” Your voice sounds so dejected, it pains Seungmin’s heart. 

“Then I’ll figure it out for you,” he declares. 

“Huh? You don’t even know what’s bothering me,” you say. 

“True, but I really just want to take care of you y/n. I know my flirting style is kinda cheeky and maybe you don’t take it seriously because of that, but I really care about you y/n. I want to make you happy, help you with any problems you encounter, make sure you eat your meals, take you out on silly little dates, be the person you think about before you fall asleep or,” he lets out a bit of a chuckle.  “Be the person who you fall asleep beside. I want to hold you in my arms.” Seungmin very carefully and slowly wraps one of his arms around your shoulders, giving you plenty of time to shove him away. “I want to love you y/n if you’ll let me.” Seungmin silently waits for you to respond. The silence is killing him though.

“I meant it when I said I was interested in younger guys,” you finally spoke. Even though you rejected Seungmin again and again month after month. He never let it deter him from liking you. This time however your words actually hurt him a bit. Seungmin opened his mouth, but before he could say anything you kept talking. “You might be able to be an exception though,” you continued. Now Seungmin’s heart is filled with hope. 

“You’re giving me a chance?” He had to make sure. 

“Mhm, you better not waste it,” you threatened him. 

“I would never.” He wraps his other arm around you pulling you towards him. You let him, resting your head on his shoulder. “As much as I like this we should probably get back to work,” Seungmin states after a few moments. 

“In a few minutes. Let’s stay like this for a few more minutes.” You snuggled your head further onto his shoulder. Seungmin definitely wasn’t going to tell you no. He pulls you impossibly closer to him, resting his head on top of yours. 

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh o.de #xh ode #xh seungmin #xdh fluff #xdinary heroes fluff #xdh o.de #xdh seungmin #seungmin x reader #oh seungmin x reader #o.de x reader #oh seungmin #seungmin #o.de

[impulsivecompliment]

Marriage.

Summary: As a noble woman you are obliged to marry a wealthy nobleman, just like your father wanted you to even though your duty is to serve your commander. (~3400 words)

Warnings: fem!reader, yandere!erwin, toxic behaviour, possessiveness, daddy kink, choking, overstimulation, size kink, mentions of forced marriage

Impatiently, you waited outside the commander's office while you skimmed the document in your hands for the hundredth time. It was your letter of resignation, carefully filled out and neatly labeled. Only your shaky hands drew wrinkles on the white paper sheet.

From the beginning on, it had been clear to you that you'd have to give this document to the commander one day. Unlike your comrades, you were of noble birth. Your parents were part of nobility, which is why your future was already sealed before your actual birth. Your duty as the daughter of a Lord was to marry an influential husband who would strengthen the family's prestige and wealth. Although you were aware that this was the only purpose of your life, you constantly rebelled against it.

Against all odds, your father grew tired of your unruly behavior, so he agreed with you that you could make your own life decisions until you get married. At that time, you didn't know that you were merely like a dog, who was let into the garden without a leash. Yes, you thought this contract was a manifestation of freedom until you found out there was an iron fence waiting for you at the end of the garden.

The swinging opening of the office door snapped you out of your self-pity. The soldier who had been talking to the commander finally stepped out of his office. Before he could shut the door, you announced yourself with a quick knock on the frame.

"(Y/N), what can I do for you?", Erwin asked without taking his eyes off you as you strolled into his spacious office.

"Nothing of great importance, commander.", you lied, acting relaxed, stepping up to his desk, "I just wanted to hand in this document."

With a boisterous smile, you placed the application on one of his tall stacks of papers. His cold eyes followed every movement of your hand.

"I see.", he replied dryly, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Save me. Please.

"No, thank you, sir.", you replied, heading to the exit.

"If you say so."

After leaving his office, you exhaled in relief. Fortunately, Erwin didn't read the document. Fearing that you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, you wanted to keep your desertion a secret. After all, he counted on capable soldiers like you, which is why he would surely be disappointed in you. By the time he reads the letter tomorrow, you won't be at the headquarter anymore, you'll be back in your golden cage.

Then, in just a few days, you would pledge your allegiance to a stranger, even though your heart belongs to your commander.

But it was time to forget him. Maybe your last workout could distract you from your tearing feelings.

With effort you trained until the evening until your limbs ached at dinner. Despite your dejection, you acted as if it was an ordinary day and your days at the survey corps were far from over.

After you were full, you said goodbye to your friends and went to your room to pack your things. Sighing, you opened the door, but when you discovered Erwin standing there at the window, you flinched fearfully.

Of course, he noticed your presence immediately. Slowly he turned to you. His blue eyes flashed menacingly.

Overwhelmed, you leaned your back against the door, causing it to close.

"What's that?", he broke the silence.

His intimidating tone made you shiver.

Only now you noticed the crumpled paper in his fist.

"I-I have no choice...", you stammered leaning further against the door, "My father decided this."

With quick steps he destroyed the remaining distance between you.

"Your request is denied.", he countered, tearing the paper to shreds, "You stay here. With me."

The pieces of paper fell weightlessly to the floor.

Without averting his penetrating gaze from you, Erwin slammed his arms into the door until you couldn't escape neither to the left nor to the right.

"I wish it was that easy... But it's already sealed.", you explained sadly, whereupon he furrowed his eyebrows.

"So you're telling me that your beauty and intelligence belongs to an old, disgusting nobleman?", Erwin asked angrily.

"Yes, I am promised to him.", you confirmed quietly.

The vein on the side of his neck flinched in anger at this statement. Automatically, you wanted to take a step back to put some distance between you two, but the hard door at your back didn't let you pass.

"I won't let that happen.", he announced, leaning closer to you.

His powerful body caged you with ease.

"Only I may kiss you..." he murmured grabbing your chin.

His thumb pressed firmly into your lower lip while his other hand traveled down the side of your waist to your hip.

"Only I may touch you.", he whispered imperiously in your ear.

Then his hand slid to your abdomen. His large palm warmed your entire lower area, sending a gentle tingle through your skin.

"And only I will fill your belly with my love and watch it grow inside you."

Speechless, you opened your mouth. Immediately Erwin pushed your chin further down with his thumb until he could slide his tongue in without any problems. Everything happened so fast, which is why you couldn't return his hot kiss. His special taste, however, beguiled your senses until you willingly closed your eyes and finally followed the wild turns of his tongue. Because of the passion, your thoughts disappeared. Only one question remained in your mind.

Can this man really save me from my fate?

"Erwin please...", you begged him, breaking the kiss, "Please, don't let me leave."

Hopelessly, you leaned your forehead against his taut chest.

"I want to stay with you."

He then placed his hand on the back of your head.

"You will stay with me forever, (Y/N).", Erwin explained combing your hair with his fingers, "I won't give you to anyone, do you understand?"

Carefully, you leaned back so you could look into his deep blue eyes.

"Yes."

As if he was just waiting for that answer, he pressed his mouth on yours. Without hesitation, his tongue found a way between your lips. While he made sure no place was left untouched, you drew him closer and closer to you. Between your kisses you noticed his hardening member that hit your abdomen. This unfamiliar touch and his demanding tongue stirred an exciting feeling in you.

Suddenly, he broke away from you. Gasping, you stared into his glowing eyes. The hottest fires burn blue and his eyes were no exception.

“My pretty girl.“ he cooed, tracing your wet lips with his thumb. He thoroughly spread the delicate saliva film on your lips. Hypnotized, you placed a gentle kiss on his fingertip.

“That’s a good girl.“ Erwin smiled happily.

His hand moved from your lips to your neck. Effortlessly, Erwin tightened the grip around your neck until you felt his strong fingers with every breath.

Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to your breasts. Roughly, he massaged your left breast through the fabric of your shirt. Immediately, sinful sounds poured out of you, but because Erwin steadily tightened his grip around your neck, only a soft gasp came out of your throat.

Suddenly, he tore your shirt. Because of the loud tearing noise, you frantically gasped for air. The destroyed fabric joined the scraps of paper on the floor. Your bra followed the fate of your shirt only a few seconds later.

“A breathtaking sight.“ Erwin said, eyeing your naked upper body, “Even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Your heart started racing. Now he loosened his grip around your neck and put both hands around your breasts instead. His thumbs pinched your nipple while his other fingers massaged with the flesh. He knew exactly what he had to do to get countless moans out of you.

But because this indecent spectacle you gave him was not enough for him, he led his lips to your throat. Hungrily, he sucked your skin, while his fingers continued to stimulate your breasts.

The enormous heat caused by his various touches was hard to bear, so you desperately grabbed his blonde hair. In the process, you loosened his neatly parted hairstyle. The harder you pulled his hair, the coarser his hands and lips became. Your sweet moans made the whole air tremble.

Just when you thought that you would lose your mind, he suddenly stopped. Drained, your struggled for air while Erwin looked amused at his artwork on your neck.

“With my marks on your sweet skin, your tiny neck looks even better.“, Erwin noted with a smirk, to which you nodded in confirmation.

Although you didn’t see the spots, you felt their burning clearly.

“Maybe I should cover your whole body with them, what do you think?“ he asked you, circling with his index finger around some of the dark dots.

Instead of answering him, you leaned back, breathless. You didn’t know if you wanted more or not.

“Have you lost your voice, little thing?“ he asked you with a harmless smile.

Unlike you, he seemed to have no problem controlling himself. Only his ruffled hair suggested the opposite.

“I feel hot.“, you confessed, gasping. His grin widened.

“Where exactly?“, Erwin asked further, without turning his piercing gaze away from you. Ashamed, you looked at the scraps of cloth in front of you.

Automatically, you held your breath when you felt his fingers at your center.

“Maybe here?“ he kept asking, because you didn't answer.

Demanding, he rubbed your clit through the fabric of your pants. Panicking, you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Please, Erwin, please stop teasing me.“ you begged him helplessly.

“Can’t I even take my time with you?“ Erwin asked, raising an eyebrow, “How impatient.”

His fingers created wider circles around your sensitive center. No matter how tight you grabbed his wrist, he wouldn’t stop. At that moment, you became aware of the immense difference of power. No matter how many titans you could take down, you would never win against him. So you had no choice but to beg.

“Please, please, touch me.“, you whined with big eyes, “I need you.”

Smiling meanly, he bent his head.

“You need to try harder, baby.“ he simply replied, without taking his fingers off your middle.

Frustrated, you clenched your teeth. What the hell did he want to hear? You desperately searched for the right answer in his shimmering blue eyes until you had an idea.

“Please...”, you muttered, letting go of his wrist, “...daddy.”

As if that simple word had flipped a switch inside him, he pulled your pants down in a rapid movement. Erwin tore your underpants just like the other garments. His adoring, obsessed gaze lingered on your naked body.

“Only I can look at you like that, do you understand?”

His deep voice was tinted by a disturbing undertone. Not a single word rolled over your lips. Therefore you could only nod.

He then led his fingers to your most intimate area. Without hesitation, he let his index and middle fingers slide into you. Ungraciously he spread your walls with them. Due to the unexpected pressure, you closed your eyelids to suppress your incoming tears. Only when he touched your clit at the same time with his thumb the pain faded away.

Overwhelmed by the feeling of intoxication growing inside your abdomen, you leaned into his chest, looking for help. To dampen the sound of your moans, you buried your face in his shirt.

“No, dear. Don't you dare to do that.“, Erwin countered immediately, deeply dissatisfied.

Hoping not to annoy him any further, you turned your head to the side and let the gasps escape your lips.

“Good girl. Daddy’s proud of you.”

This praise immediately pushed you over your limits. In one single moment, your entire body capitulated to the glorious orgasm. Fortunately, Erwin held you so you couldn’t collapse.

“So responsive...” he noticed, slowly pulling his fingers out of your core.

Struggling for air, you clung firmly to his shirt, which accidentally opened a little, granting you the chance to steal a glimpse of his trained chest muscles, which rose smoothly with each breath.

This man...

Without thinking, you unbuttoned his white shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. Like being drawn by a magical power, your fingers slid towards his shiny skin, but before you could touch him, you paused uncertainly.

Were you too hasty?

Ashamed, you wanted to pull back your hands, but Erwin immediately pressed them against his chest. Surprised by his action, you looked into his inflamed facial features.

“You don’t have to be shy, love.“ he assured with a warm smile.

Smiling further, he led your hand down his torso. Your fingers ran over his defined abdominal muscles to his waistband until he stopped at the buldge in his pants. Your palm was ridiculously small in contrast to his erection. You didn’t want to know what was hidden behind the fabric, even though the curiosity grew inside of you.

“It won’t fit.“ you remarked, stroking his hardness.

“We’ll see about that.”

With a single movement, he lifted you up and carried you to your bed. He hastily dropped you there as he straightened up to undress completely.

Your gaze was captured by the beautiful man. His defined muscles flexed while he pulled his pants off his hips. The more skin he uncovered, the faster your breath accelerated. It’s hard to believe that this temptation was hidden under the layers of clothing the whole time.

When he finally got rid of his boxers, his long member caught your attention. Shocked, you blinked.

His long fingers had already been an imposition, but that’s gonna ruin you. Shivering, you squeezed your thighs together as Erwin approached you.

Without paying attention to your concerned facial expressions, he immediately pushed your legs apart.

“It won’t fit...”, you whimpered again, but he kept staring at your center.

He ignored your anxious plea and knelt down between your legs. His strong arms grabbed your waist so he could lift you up a bit. Determinedly, he led you to his hard member.

Although he let his cock slide slowly into you, an extreme pressure course through your abdomen, causing you to flinch uncontrollably. Panting, you grabbed his forearms while you leaned your head back into the pillow. With every inch of him entering, your fingernails dig further into his pristine skin. Without a doubt you would leave crescent-like prints behind.

When Erwin filled you out completely, he immediately began to move in you, without waiting for you to get used to his large size. Your thighs spasmed.

“Too fast- daddy, too fast, ah-”, you cried between his frantic thrusts, whereupon he just smiled dirty.

“You’re a big girl, (Y/N). I know you can take it.” Erwin declared, wiping the tear from the corner of your eye.

He then grinded the drop effortlessly between his fingers.

“Yes, daddy...” you replied, closing your eyes and trying to relax.

It still hurt, but in addition to the pain, another lustful feeling mixed with each thrust, so after to a tired whimper, throaty groans left your mouth. To intensify this feeling, you moved your hips towards him.

“Look at you, so well behaved. That's a commanders girl.“ Erwin smiled, his palm cupping your cheek.

This tender touch was a sharp contrast to his rough movements in you, which is why it drove you further into pure madness. Impulsively, you arched your back, causing him to hit a spot in you that let you see the stars.

“That's right, arching your back so pretty for your daddy.“, Erwin praised, grabbing your waist more strongly and rammed his member into you mercilessly.

You didn’t answer, because you enjoyed the overwhelming feeling that was growing in you. Even if you wanted to say something, nothing understandable would leave your mouth anyways.

The excitement in you increased with each thrust until it suddenly erupted. Groaning loudly, you bent your back reflexively into an unthinkable angle. Immediately, Erwin’s hand wandered over your upper body to your throat. Meanwhile, the other one continued to support you at the waist.

Instead of letting you come down from your high, he fastened the speed of his movements. The persistent tingling became more intrusive with each movement. Despite his tight grip around your neck, your moans were deafening.

“Be good and come for Daddy.“, Erwin demanded out of breath.

Just like he requested, the sensation exploded in your stomach. Your walls cramped around his cock, pushing him beyond his limits. When he came in you, his hand tightened around your throat.

He didn’t let you out of his grip until he pulled his cock out of you. Although he was no longer in you, your whole belly continued to burn. Tired, you turned to my side and curled up exhausted.

You didn’t care that mixed body fluids were running down the inside of your thighs. All you wanted was sleep.

Closing your eyes, you heard Erwin lie down next to you. Warmly smiling, you waited for him to put his arms around you so you could drift together into a sweet dream, but when you felt his length at your entrance, the realization hit you mercilessly.

He wasn't finished yet.

His hot lips bit into your neck while his cock entered you steadily.

“I’m tired...” you complained, clasping your arms.

“Relax for me, dear.“, he whispered soothingly in your ear, “It will feel great.”

A small sigh emerged deep down from your chest.

“All right.“, you finally agreed, whereupon he happily bit your earlobe and began to move evenly in you.

Although he was gentler than before, he easily built up a knot in your abdomen. He always hit the right spot.

Because of his demanding tongue, which mercilessly tickled your ear, you couldn’t suppress a squeak. Smiling, Erwin increased the pace of his thrusts while his hands played with your breasts.

With the help of your last drop of strength, you grabbed the back of his head with your hand and gently pulled at the blonde strands of hair that your fingers could grasp in the hope of pulling him away from your ear. But instead of stopping him, it made Erwin even wilder.

His tongue continued to indulge you and his hands pressed your breasts closer together. In addition to that, his thrusts became more and more intense.

“Erwin, stop-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a violent orgasm caught up with you. His hot seed filled you to the brim. Every single fiber in your body felt this shower of euphoria until your vision went black for a few moments.

You only regained consciousness when you felt a warm, damp cloth at your center. Erwin cleaned your body thoroughly. Because of the fog in your head, you haven't realized that he stood up and disappeared briefly in the bathroom.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.“ Erwin explained pressing a kiss to your lips, “Rest now.”

He rubbed the damp cloth over your flabby limbs until everything was clean.

Then you heard him looking for something among his things. Only when he put the jewelry around your finger, you realized what it was. You stared speechlessly at the precious ring on your finger.

“You’re belong to me.“ Erwin stated, stroking your head, “And I’m not going to let you go.”

#commander erwin #erwin smith #erwin #erwin smith smut #attack on titan #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin smut #erwin x y/n #erwin x you #yandere erwin smith #yandere erwin #yandere

[ggukkiedae]

For miya I would like Jack in the box listing party and Miya giving jungkook a tour of Australia in more depth.

hi bub! this took quite a while, but i'm back to writing again and slowly filling out requests! for now, here's the jitb listening party, but you can look forward to the australia tour with jungkookie soon! hope you enjoy this for now~

dialogue written in italics are spoken in english!

The sounds of the music blasting reached her ears before the elevator doors could even open.

“God,” Yoonmi muttered to herself, “I can’t believe that uni made me late for a work event for the first time ever.”

She carefully smoothed out the front of her leather romper over her black button down, an outfit Jungkook had dramatically insisted on because he helped Hoseok pick the romper out for her, and stepped out of the elevator doors right before they closed once again.

Almost immediately, her eyes spotted her members all gathered together in the photo booth, seemingly scanning the room for her. Right, she had sent them her location so they could see when she arrived.

People laughed at her rushed greetings and made way for her as soon as they could hear the heels of her boots coming in their direction. Everyone knew where she was headed, and no one would be stopping her even if they wanted to.

A set of sunglasses-covered eyes met hers, but even the tinted lenses couldn’t hide the way they lit up.

“Makdungie!” Hoseok yelled out, opening his arms for a hug. “You’re here! How was traffic?”

A laugh slipped through her lips as she walked forward to give Hoseok a hug, trying to pour everything she wanted to say into the tight squeeze. You look nice. I missed you. The listening party is doing great. Sorry I missed the actual listening part of the listening party. You’re working so hard. I’m proud of you. All these thoughts, yet only some words came out. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was okay, but my professor held me back.”

He pushed her sunglasses up her head and did the same to his own. “What matters is you’re here. Come on, it’s your turn to take pictures with me.”

Hoseok swung an arm around her shoulders, squishing their cheeks together for their first photo. The audible ranting of Taehyung from the side about Hoseok’s audacity to steal her before she could say hi to any of the other members made the smile on her face grow even wider out of amusement. After a few changes of poses, all of them gathered together into the frame, taking a photo altogether and being sure to send a soft copy to Yoongi immediately.

It was after the photo when the entire situation sunk in. There were so many people in the room with her, and the sheer thought of having to start up conversations began to overwhelm her. It was a long day at university, fixing up certain documents she needed for the following semester.

“Stick with me,” Jungkook handed her a champagne flute and offered his arm for her to take, “and drink this. Something to warm you from the inside might help you loosen up.”

A grateful sigh came out of her, “Thanks. Can we go close to the stage? I think Hobi oppa’s dancer friends are about to pop off.”

“Say no more.”

The two maknaes excitedly walked over to the center, pleased to find dancers taking over the floor. Pretty soon, they found themselves grooving along with their motions, Taehyung and Namjoon even joining them for a bit.

A glass of beer made its way into her hand, followed by a knowing wink from Jimin. She laughed and quickly downed its contents, settling on the floor of the stage, looking directly at Hoseok as he interacted with his guests as well as danced for a while.

She noticed a glow emanating from him. No, it wasn’t a reflection of the spotlight or the other flashing lights surrounding them. Hoseok just seemed to be glowing, whether it be in satisfaction, happiness, growth, or all of the above, she wasn’t sure. It was just a nice glow that she was happy to see given how stressed out he was in the past month specifically.

Her stares didn’t go unnoticed as the object of her thoughts turned towards her, a confused look crossing his face before he smiled and sat next to her.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You’re absolutely glowing,” there was no hesitation in her voice, “and it’s an amazing look on you, oppa.”

He bumped her shoulder, “Thanks, Yoonmi. And thanks for coming by even though today drained you.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she smiled at him, pleased to see his smile change to the one she only saw him use around family.

Hoseok got up, dusting his hand on his pants and offering her the drink in his hand. “Come on. If you’re up for it, I’m pretty sure Jessi nuna and Eunwoo were looking for you. Jack-Coke, by the way.”

She laughed at his choice of drink matching his album, thankfully taking the drink and placing her free hand on his outstretched one. “I think I’ve got a bit of energy left as long as you guys stay with me.”

“Always.”

She definitely had more energy than she thought. Needless to say multiple videos of her vibing surfaced the internet, being a topic of conversation for a while.

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#yoonmi.request #yoonmi.drabble #yoonmi.homi #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

[gaycatcherx8]

Hard time

Lee Siyeon (Gp) x Fem Reader (SMUT)

« Ms Lee I have documents for you »

« Put them on my desk y/n »

« You have a meeting in 35 min too Ms Lee »

« Ugh… I know thanks, can you bring me my coffee? »

« Yes ms Lee »

« I feel that this day is going to be long uhhh … »

The great CEO Lee siyeon was actually very stressed these days because of this very busy schedule she only knew one way to stop the stress

« Wait y/n! »

You stopped in your tracks when Siyeon called you

« Yes Ms Lee? »

« Come here now »

« Y-yes »

You walked up to your CEO who only had lust in his eyes

You know your job and you knew what you had to do at that time

Siyeon was up from her chair and was facing you

"On your knees y/n"

You listened to her orders and knelt in front of her

"Be a good girl and suck my dick y/n"

"Y-yes ms lee"

She unbuckled her own belt before lowering her pants and boxers

His huge cock was waving in front of your face, it was so hard and huge

"now use your pretty mouth y/n"

"Y-yes master"

You took his monster in his hands and pushed it centimeter by centimeter into your mouth

"Mhh yes like that, good girl"

You move your head back and forth making a deep throat taking its full length deep in your throat

Siyeon moaned and grabbed a handful of your hair

Her hips going back and forth ramming her monster over and over again

You almost choked but you didn't care all that mattered was your boss's pleasure

"gnnnnn y/n I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum on your pretty face swetty and you're gonna swallow it all, got it?" »

Siyeon pulled his cock out of your mouth, a lot of drool was coming out of it, it was terribly dirty but exciting

The woman jerked her cock in front of your face until she came

You opened your mouth wide sticking out your tongue to get all his cum

"that's it , swallow it baby"

You swallowed all his cum enjoying its taste, siyeon was satisfied with that but it was far from over

"Against the desk now y/n"

" Yes Master ! »

You listened to his orders and leaned against the desk with your hands on it

Siyeon approached lifting your skirt and smiled at the sight

"Good girl, you're not wearing panties, like I told you"

"All for you master"

"Now I'm going to fill you up and fuck that little pussy, I only want to hear my name understood?" »

"Y-yes S-siyeon"

Siyeon got behind you and thrust his dick deep and completely inside you

"T-that's big !"

"But I know you love him baby"

She started picking up more speed pounding deep inside you making you a moaning mess

"Si-Siyeon!! It's so good mhhhh"

"Yes I know baby, scream all you want, I wanna hear you begging me to fuck you hard"

"Please siyeon uuuughhh...f-faster!" »

" Like that ? You take my dick so well baby"

Siyeon took a lot more speed you couldn't let go of a single word so much she was going at an impressive speed

"You like that huh? That I fuck you on my desk, so hard"

"Y-yes I love it mhhh..!! I feel I'm cumming"

"Uuugh I feel I'm cumming too mhh"

She kept stopping going full speed ahead, going deep inside you

"Damn siyeonnnn... It's si good mhhh"

"Mhh baby I'm gonna cum inside you"

You both come in powerful orgasms, your legs shake terribly

As soon as siyeon pulled his cock inside you you collapsed on the floor feeling her cum dripping in you

(I hope you enjoyed it :) I don't usually write a lot of gp but I read a few so I pretty much know how to write it)(and sorry for my english , is lil bad i know :,))

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher+x+reader #siyeon smut #siyeon #lee siyeon #deukae x reader #deukae #dreamcatcher x reader smut

[enam3l]

my first full little ficlet? or blurb? some lovely fluff of your boy and his new hobby / 1.3k words / sfw

Once Eddie settled into a career and for the first time in his life, had disposable income there was one thing that he spent his money on more than anything... camera film.

You had bought him his first camera for his birthday, wanting to treat him to something special that he'd never let himself buy. But mostly, after everything he'd been through, you wanted him to be able to preserve the new happy memories you were going to make together. 

You wanted him to be able to keep mementos of seeing his favourite bands, of Corroded Coffin rehearsals, of the crowds they'd pulled in at gigs, of fun drunk nights your group of friends shared at The Hideout and Steve’s house, or your holidays like the camping trip in California you'd all gone on when you visited Argyle and the trip to New York for your anniversary (which was really an excuse for Eddie to visit CBGBs).

However, these were not the pictures Eddie took. 

Well, not really. All these people and places were merely in the background as Eddie insisted that you must be the focus of every picture. No occasion too small or too big, they all required documentation that you had been there. He couldn't help that you were his muse, he would dramatically declare you were the Edie Sedgwick to his Andy Warhol. Edie joined his already long list of nicknames for you. Was Edie your real name? God no. Was it remotely close? Not even slightly. 

-

Standing impatiently by the front door, you waited for Eddie to get ready so you could go to the Sunday market before it closed. After several minutes he appears from your bedroom, infamous camera in hand. 

‘Eddie what could you possibly need to take a picture of right now?!’ you scolded him, knowing all too well how this boy was going to delay your plans further. 

Shaking his head at your attitude, he calmly explained ‘No baby you don't understand, your outfit right now is fuckin killer. I gotta remember this!’

You're wearing one of his old faded Metallica T-shirts with a satin midi skirt, frankly it was what was clean. 

‘Honey, I am literally wearing the first clothes I could find, I just wanted to get out the house so I can make you a meal and not give you Chinese takeout for the third time this week.'

Gathering your shopping bags, you muttered 

'When you moved in here, I promised Wayne I'd actually feed you real food. Like actual vegetables and shit!'

‘Alright, alright... but you still look fuckin hardcore. Lucky veggies seeing you like that...’

Now angling his camera at you as you opened the front door he frantically tried to halt your movements.

‘Babe! Stop stop stop! Just wait there, the sun coming through the door is perfect... just turn your head towards me more... mmhmm... oh you can keep that angry look on your face, it's sexy, you're just making my picture better sweetheart'

By the time you got to the market, not a vegetable was left for you to force feed him. 

-

Squealing, you spin around your arms out wide as you take in your surroundings, 

'Eddie, we're here! We literally made it to your house of worship!!'

As your gaze returns to your boyfriend, you see exactly where he stands with his camera pointed.

'Why are you taking a picture of me right now?! Don’t aim the camera at me, aim it there! The freaking Ramones carved their names right there!' You point to the piece of iconic music history but Eddie remains unfazed, his eyes and lens laser focused on his favourite icon.  

'Yeah well there's four Ramones and only one of you.' 

You can't help but smile at his soppy ways however the romantic moment is interrupted as Eddie begins to shoo away an innocent fellow tourist.

‘Sorry Sir could you move out the way? Yeah, I'm just trying to get this picture of my girlfriend… great, thanks man... Okay cool, sorry about that interruption my darling Edie, now just pick up your beer and pose again.’

He proceeded to spend the rest of the vacation only acknowledging the wonders of New York if he could capture you alongside them. Multiple tourists’ days out ruined by Eddie pestering them insisting that his girl was practically supermodel and would’ve made a much better statue than Lady Liberty.

-

The beautiful moment before you was rudely interrupted by a ring-clad finger poking your ribs and a poor attempt at a whisper in your direction.

‘Psst baby… psst… look at me and lift your bouquet up a little bit.’

Oblivious to the occasion around you both, Eddie stood next to you, camera angled too close for comfort. In horror at his actions, you muster the angriest whisper ever heard

‘Edward! Are you shitting me! Turn your camera away from me this second or so help me…’ 

Outraged, as if he was the perfect angel Eddie gasped 

‘What?! Why!’

Now attempting to discreetly swat at him and half wishing on the seating chart you had sat him at the back of the room with children and toddlers, you chide him

‘Why?! It's our best friends’ wedding. Nancy is literally paying you to photograph her wedding… Oh my god! No! Stop it! Turn it around now, he's putting her ring on! This is like the most important part!’

Thankfully he does as he’s told… for once. As he captures the exchange of rings he timidly whispers to you again

‘...Will you be a runaway bride when I try to take your photo when we're at the alter?’

‘Yes.’

You attempt to put on your sternest voice whilst hoping he doesn’t spot your cheeks blush the same colour as your bridesmaid’s bouquet. Secretly, your more desperate than ever to catch Nancy’s bouquet later on.

-

After a long work trip, you were finally home. Sick of dreary hotels, you look around to absorb the comfort and warmth of the apartment you’d not long moved into. However, you quickly notice the walls had been filled. 

Now hung years of photos carefully arranged into frames. Some in collages. Some arranged into montages. Some standalones. Some with captions like 

'My own metal Cindy Crawford at Yosemite.' 

You try not to cry as you take them all in, every one of them a memory with you that Eddie felt he had to preserve for eternity. Although, you pray that the photographs you know exist of your more 'intimate' moments did not make it onto the wall. You also hope he got those developed somewhere out of town, you'd rather the spotty teenage boy at Eddie's usual shop did not see photos of what you let Eddie do to you. 

Following the walls, you eventually arrive into your bedroom. Now, above your bed are a montage of photos you've never seen before. Arranged in three frames. 

The first is you walking down the aisle, towards Eddie behind the camera at the altar. 

The second is you sliding a ring onto Eddie's finger as he takes the photo with his other hand. 

The third he had turned the camera round to capture the two of you as you kissed for the first time as husband and wife. 

On your bedside table in a pretty vase was now the dried and preserved bouquet you caught from Nancy at her wedding.

You had lied. You would never have been a runaway bride. 

You knew he'd end up taking photos, it's mainly why you'd made Hopper officiate the wedding. You weren't sure an actual priest would approve of being interrupted by your husband’s camera flash. 

Plus, you weren't convinced Eddie could step into a church without bursting into flames anyway. 

i loved doing this so much and hope you loved it too!! i am a total sucker for fluffy Eddie! i have lots more stuff coming soon. follow my lil hashtag to see all my Eddie writing and also feel free to request anything. i am open to whatever, as cute or angsty or horny as you want!

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[booboodaddysblog]

Confused

Part eleven

Warning: none, just a bit of weed and drama, stoned and drunk Colin

Words: 2923

Again, those overthinking! Again! One can go crazy! The worst is when you're sitting alone at home. You avoid the work place with a wide eye, because you screwed up all over the line! Coward!

Problems with sleep, food, alcohol... general neglect... This is what Colin's life has been like for more than a week. Working remotely, grocery shopping online and eating ordered from restaurants. A picture of misery and despair. The house is a mess. Beer bottles and empty food boxes everywhere. In the sink dirty dishes... because they no longer fit in the dishwasher. What's the problem with running the dishwasher? A difficult question.

Colin was asleep on the couch hugging the papers he had been reviewing before he fell asleep. He was snoring at his best when suddenly someone rang the doorbell. He jumped up frightened, documents fell on the floor. He sat up rubbing his face with his hands. He heard the doorbell ring again. Then a knocking and tugging on the handle. He got up with a loud sigh.

- Relax! I'm already opening! - he said loudly, walking up to the door - What? - he opened the door and was stunned. He parted his lips and blinked several times in surprise.

Marg stood on the threshold and also said nothing. She measured Colin with her eyes up to down and squirmed at the sight of him. She pushed him with one finger to move away and went inside.

- I don't know if I'm at the right address... but... what the hell? Colin! - she turned to him catching herself by the sides.

Colin was still standing by the open door with a face like "what the fuck is going on here" and blinking because that was all he could do. His brain had surges on the coils.

- What's the meaning of this? Are you crazy? - Marg walked to the door and closed it with a loud slam.

She patted Colin's cheek to bring him back to reality, but he continued to stand as if stupefied. Not understanding what was actually happening.

- Hello? Colin? Are you depressed? What's going on with you? - Marg snapped her fingers in front of his eyes.

- I... ugh... I... I...

- I thought you were more intelligent - she rolled her eyes, grabbed him by the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled him toward the couch. She pushed him to sit down.

She picked up the documents from the floor and placed them on the coffee table, next to the empty food boxes. She looked around the living room again. She shook her head in displeasure and returned her gaze to Colin. He was unshaven, disheveled, wearing stretched out sweatpants and a hoodie. He looked like a homeless man. Where had the sexy man gone, wearing a perfectly tailored suit, perfectly styled hair and perfectly shaved? She sat down next to him without taking her eyes off him.

- I came faster because Roby and others text to me and call me that you only work remotely and don't leave home. What's going on? Are you sick? Are you depressed? What is happening to you? Is that my Colin? Where is he? - Marg looked at him with a sad face.

- Here I am - said Colin in a whisper.

- Why didn't you say anything to me? After all, we talk several times a day on the phone. I thought you were honest with me - she closed her eyes - I thought you were honest with me and told me everything. You lied to me - she said in a whisper - You lied to me when you said everything was fine. You lied to me when you said you were at work and couldn't talk! - she started talking louder and louder - You lied to me when you said you felt great! What is this?! What is going on here?! That's why you didn't want to talk video call?! Colin damn it! - she got up from the couch and started pacing nervously around the room - I trusted you! - she stopped, after a while she started walking again - God how stupid I was! - she stomped her feet with each step - You are like any other guy!

Colin followed her every step and was starting to feel sick. He felt his head spinning. He covered his mouth with his hand, got up and quickly ran to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees at the toilet at the last minute and returned the entire contents of his stomach. He lay down exhausted on the floor. He was shaking from the cold, a cold sweat poured all over his body. He covered his face with his hands.

- Colin! Are you all right! - Marg ran to the bathroom and tried to lift Colin from the floor.

- No... no... wait... let me lie on the cold floor - he pushed her hands away gently and covered his face with his hands again. He breathed deeply trying to calm his breathing and hard beating heart.

- I'll go get a glass of water - she ran quickly to the kitchen.

Colin opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He was already better. He sat up and leaned against the wall.

- Please, drink some water. It will help you - Marg crouched by his side handing him a glass.

He drank the entire contents at once. He set it down on the floor and looked at Marg with sad eyes.

- Thank you - he whispered.

- Colin... - she drew in the air loudly - Can you tell me what it all means? It's what the whole house looks like. It's what you look like. I don't understand. And I beg you, don't lie to me. Be honest.

He looked at her. He didn't know what he should say.

- I think I fucked up. I lost my way. I think it’s too much all this… all around. And so to sum it up... I'm not coping... - he looked at his hands. He was unable to look into Marg's eyes.

- I still don't understand anything. Can you be more specific? - Marg got up from the floor, closed the toilet seat and sat on it. Now she was opposite Colin.

Without looking at her, he hugged her legs. He began to tremble.

- Colin... are you crying? What's going on? I don't understand. Talk to me darling - she began to stroke his head.

- Marg... I did something terrible... I feel so bad about it... - he said unintelligibly wetting her pants with his tears - I screwed up so badly....

- Colin, what's going on?

She stroked his soft hair and began to cry along with him. Colin was trembling and crying. He kept saying something, but as if to himself. Marg didn't understand anything. He had his head between her legs. Finally, he moved away. He reached for a box of tissues.

- I don't deserve you... You should get out of here - he said in a whisper. He was afraid to look at her.

- Colin, but I don't understand anything! - she finally shouted resignedly - You are now behaving like a teenager with emotional problems! Tell me what the hell is going on, or I'm taking you to a psychiatrist!

- I betrayed you... - he said so quietly that Marg did not hear him.

- Look at me and say it again.

- I betrayed you - he said clearly and slowly, but did not look at her.

Marg got up from the toilet and left the bathroom. After a while she returned and sat in the same place.

Colin sat staring at his fingers.

- I'm sorry... - he whispered.

- Why? - she also whispered.

- Why do I apologize to you, or why did I betray you?

- Are you really that stupid?

- It seems so - he sighed.

- Answer - she said calmly.

He looked at her and finally began to speak.

- Then maybe I'll start from the beginning.

- It would be nice - Marg rolled her eyes.

- It was Thursday, somehow around 3pm. My day was tragic. I was absent-minded for most of the day....

- Well, yes... as befits a detective... a crime planed to every minute... - she interrupted him.

- Can you not interrupt me? - he annoyed.

- But of course I will interrupt you! You betrayed me and you expect respect from me?! - she shouted at him.

- I don't like how you talk to me.

- Really?! And I don't like that you betrayed me!

Colin sighed and got up from the floor. He left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to pour himself some water. Marg followed him.

- Did I offend you? Poor thing! - she shouted loudly and slammed her fist on the kitchen counter - I feel like hitting you in the face, do you realize it?!

He turned toward her and looked angrily.

- Go ahead, go ahead! Hit me! - also raised his voice - You maybe feel better!

She approached him with a quick step and slapped his cheek with her open palm. She moved away quickly and covered her face with her hands, crying.

Colin confused quickly pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. His cheek pulsed with pain, but he paid no attention to it. He was hugging the most important person in his life. That was the most important thing now. He suffered just as much because of his stupidity. This was not the first time he had done something without thinking about the consequences. He acted on the spur of the moment. Then he regretted it every time. Maybe now he had learned a lesson for his mistakes.

- I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm sorry dearest. Marg, I'm sorry - he whispered into her hair, taking in her scent. He closed his eyes - I am so sorry. You have no idea how much I regret it. I don't sleep, eat junk food and drink beer. I've gained weight this week. Not a lot, but I gained weight.

- And very well - she said into his chest.

- Excuse me? - he asked surprised.

- You have gained weight as punishment. Very well - she slapped him on the back.

- Something seems to me that you like it when you beat me. It's not okay, Marg - he sighed and closed his eyes.

- It's not okay that you betrayed me.

- It is the truth. But please stop it.

- I will think about it.

- What do you mean? - he pushed her away from him.

- Then be honest with me. With whom, why and how did you betray me?

- Why do you want to know these details? - he leaned against the kitchen counter and furrowed his brow.

- A stupid question, Colin! Talk!

- Okay… - he was silent for a moment - The waitress, the bar in the center, gave me a blowjob in the bathroom - he couldn't tell her the whole truth.

Marg looked at him, and her eyes got big. She covered her mouth with her hand.

- I'm sick, I'm about to throw up - she closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply.

Colin quickly took the last clean glass from the cabinet and poured her water. She grabbed it and drank. Her hands were shaking.

- Why?

- What, why?

- Don't be stupid! - she laughed nervously - Why did you betray me?!

- I...

- Yes, you!

- Well... hmm... I was sad and lonely... I drank too much... I talked to her... she wanted to comfort me... - he scratched his head confused - I was really drunk... she dragged me to the bathroom... and... and... she unzipped my pants....

- I don't care what she did next. I'm guessing. That's disgusting! - she interrupted him - Don't say anything more.

- You wanted to know the details - he said quietly.

- Yes I know, but not that accurate. You were drunk, but yet you remember a lot. I don't know what to think about it. But answer me one more question. Did you kiss with her?

- Yes...

- God...

- Marg...

- Keep quiet better. Don't say anything. Just shut up. I feel sick. I'm going home - she left the kitchen and headed for the exit.

Colin moved behind her.

- Wait! Marg! I'll drive you back - he stopped her at the door.

- Don't be ridiculous. I can smell alcohol from you a mile away. You are drunk. In addition, you smoked weed. In the whole house you can smell the stench. Shave up, take a shower. Clean up the mess. Just... pull yourself together - she left, closing the door in his face.

Gazing at the door behind which Marg had just disappeared, he wondered what would happen now. How it would all turn out. Is there any point in going back to work. Because when they part, he won't be able to look at her. It will cause him pain. In such a situation, it will be better when he returns to his previous workplace. They surely miss him there. He actually misses them too. He doesn't like this city. Only thanks to Marg did he start to feel differently here. He stopped paying attention to his surroundings and people. He only looked at her. Her smile covered everything.

He took his phone out of his pocket and looked through his contact list. Maybe it would be better once he started asking if there was a chance for him to come back. He dialed his friend's number, was already about to press the green handset... he turned the phone off and put it back in his pocket. He sighed loudly and looked around the room.

- Why do I only now see how dirty it is here? - he scratched his head.

He went to the kitchen to get garbage bags. He began to collect everything one by one. Five full bags accumulated. Then he put the dishwasher on and washed the rest of the dishes in the sink by hand. The house was ... tidy, if you can call it that. It would still be useful to vacuum and mop the floors, but he'll do that another time.

He was about to go upstairs to take a shower and shave... but he looked in the direction of the terrace, and there on the table in the ashtray lay an unburned joint. He swallowed his saliva loudly.

- Okay... after all, it can not go to waste. One last time - he moved to the terrace, sat down in an armchair and fired up a joint with a blissful sigh - I'll miss it - he let the smoke out of his mouth and closed his eyes.

His bliss did not last long. Again someone was banging on the door. He got up reluctantly and went to open it. He pressed the handle and saw Marg... crying... she had smudged mascara under her eyes and looked very sad.

- Marg... why did you come back? I thought...

- Oh Colin… - she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

- What happened? Why are you crying? Why did you come back? I thought it was over… - he closed his eyes relishing her closeness.

She moved away from him and smiled sadly.

- You are just like any other guy. Childish, selfish, just a pig... but you know what you have one advantage, that keeps me with you? You can't lie very much and you tell everything right away. You also can't keep a secret - she laughed - Of course, that could mean that you can't be trusted, but I trust you because of that. I know it's ridiculous, but it's true - she hugged him tightly again.

Colin also hugged her, but remained silent. His eyebrows were raised in surprise, and his brain was working at high speed "What's the matter? I don't know if I understand everything correctly. Too much weed".

Marg looked at him again.

- Why are you silent? - she looked closely at his eyes - Colin? Did... did you smoke that shit again? - she crossed her arms over her chest.

- Yes.

- Yes, what?

- Yes, I smoked... that shit.

- I can see and smell it - she rolled her eyes - But why?

- Because... because I didn't want it to go to waste? I was going to throw it away... that was the plan....

- You are doing a poor job of planning. The only plus is that you cleaned up the mess.

He shrugged his shoulders. The only thing he could afford at the moment.

- Seriously pull yourself together! We still haven't come to an agreement. We'll talk tomorrow. You need to be sober! - she turned away and left him alone again.

He stared like a fool at the closed door and blinked. He was trying to digest what had happened. A difficult thing to do.

Part ten

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[sciderman]

hi sci! i think at least once a day i am taken aback by how much of an incredible artist you are. your ability to create and your passion for it is just astounding to me, over the course of a few years your work has become such a pillar of inspiration for me 💘

i've asked you before for drawing tips and i value those so much but i've found myself actually wanting more and more to get into writing fanfiction but i have about a million worries and i'm not entirely sure to start. i definitely smashed out a few so-bad-its-bad obscure anime fanfictions as a kid but i really haven't touched creative writing in eons. I know you've been writing for a good while, but do you have any writing tips you tend to refer to or any advice for begginners? ... and any advice on getting over my internalised cringe culture when i can't open a word document and type out "peter parker" without shrivelling into myself...

anyway! have a great day! i love you very much and i am so excited for the spidercablepool fic to ruin my train of thoughts for the forseeable future :] ❤️

immediate cringe upon the mention of "peter parker" is par for the course, i'm afraid

bless you so much @saeram!! bless you for all your kind words, i... houugh... thank you so, so much. thank you so much for reading the goofy things i put out into the world - i'm so, so glad you're enjoying it!

i don't know if i have a lot in the way of writing advice - i think the only way to overcome the shame of it is just to whisper "i am cringe and i am free" and do it. i think anything you enjoy doing is worth doing - and, you know, if it's not enjoyable you just wouldn't do it. you post your first fanfiction - you get feedback, you find out people hate it when you write in first person. you learn, you come back stronger than ever. (not from personal experience. okay. yes. it's from personal experience.)

(i still like my first person pov fics. shut up.)

maybe my first advice is don't write in first person (people hate that.) (but actually i love it, when it's done well. but i'm freaky kinky.)

i'd say reading definitely helps when it comes to writing, but again, that's me giving good advice that i don't follow (i'm jared, 19.) - i mostly read comics. and i mostly read comics that i don't enjoy. don't be like me. read things that you enjoy - even if you've read it a hundred times before, odds are, it'll inspire.

i did say when people asked me advice on writing dialogue (which is my absolute FAVOURITE thing to write) - watching movies and television with dialogue / characters that you really like honestly really helps - more so than reading, I think, for me. performance is so, so important when i'm writing dialogue. it's not just words, i have to have such a clear picture of how it's being said, ya feel. how the characters are performing it. and so, in that way, it plays out a little bit like a movie in my head, even though there's still a lot of internal monologue in there (the internal monologue i write is often very reliant on visual metaphor too - i'm just - i'm a really visual person, i think.)

all in all i don't think there's any better advice than just DO it. just DO it! and once you've done it once, the second time is easier. and then the next, and then the next. it might help to discuss it with others - do some back-and-forth, or even have proof-readers - (i rarely do, but i also love to overshare all my wips, because i'm a giddy little schoolgirl when i'm knee-deep in my writing.)

if you'd like to spitball ideas or share your writing (particularly in regards to peter parker, my beloved) i'd be happy to help! god speed and good luck, and i hope you'll be putting your beautiful fanfic babies out into the universe for us starving folk to enjoy

#sci speaks #advice #kisses you tenderly on the mouth. you'll do amazing sweetie..

[peachesofteal]

Hi Peach,

You seem like such a dedicated and disciplined writer. I'd love to start writing my own works, but I struggle very much with planning my stories and staying focused enough to write them.

As a young child of five or six, I used to write fanfics (mostly warrior cats) that were literally hundreds of pages long and complete with in-page illustrations, and I'm not even exaggerating. I loved writing them and it was so easy to sit down and just let the words and story flow as I went along.

I didn't plan anything so there were PLENTY of mistakes and plot holes, but I didn't care. And I think the fact that I could write anything without caring if it was bad is what made it fun. I guess, it was enjoyable because I just didn't care.

But life happened and I stopped writing for a long time. I feel so disappointed now because I'm getting back into it and it feels so daunting. I struggle with having the drive and dedication to sit down and do it. I feel like David facing Goliath everytime I open a document.

Everything I write gets trashed, and I'm just so afraid that it'll turn out bad that I never actually write much of anything. When I outline, it always feels like something is off, so I'm stuck editing and changing and altering the plot for months on end, meaning I don't get any actual work done.

But without an outline, I'm afraid my work will be scrambled and unorganized and full of embarrassing gaps in the plot and logic of the story.

Everything is in a perpetual state of not being done and it makes writing feel like such a chore. I'd love to get back to writing the way I used to, but I just don't know how.

But I stumbled across Simple Math and then your blog and then your other fics, and I was really blown away by the quality of your stories and how it felt like you actually cared about them. The writing and plots were refreshing, I actually enjoyed and cared about the characters, and I could just tell that you put a lot of effort into making the fics. I really admired the way it seems you're able to create quality literature with such confidence and ease.

However, we're all human and I'm sure you've had plenty of moments in which you struggled to write, and I'd love to know how you've dealt with them. Do have any tips when it comes to learning how to write without getting distracted or bored or frustrated? Do you mind sharing how you come up with your stories and outlines? What is the method to your madness? Please, share your secrets 🤲🏽

Sorry for the long ask, by the way; once I start talking I just can't stop myself, it seems. Also sorry for turning this ask into a psuedo-therapy session, I just wanted to give some context on why I'm asking. However, you can ignore this if you want ❤️

Regardless, (and I say again) I really love your works and I hope you have a great day 💞

Hi! Here's the only thing I can really say to you: just write!

If outlining is twisting you up, skip it. If worry about your writing being good or quality is causing you to panic and stop, push through it. Start with a blank document and ten words. Then make those ten words one hundred words, and so on and so forth. Find the thing about writing that you love (because it sounds like you do!) and use that to keep yourself going. Don't get hung up on if it will be good or if there will be plot holes, just get it out of your head and into a document. (I hope this helps even though I'm not very good at advice) Good luck!

#peaches asks

[indigoleonis]

My safe place ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ (Part 1)

Leon x F!Reader (Word Count 2.4k +) Content Warning: 18+, Abuse, Gunshots, Choking, Offensive Language, fluff. Notes: Hi everyone reading this, I am new to writing and English is not my main language. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and if you notice any grammar mistakes feel free to message me about it so I can work on that for future projects. Reblogs and Likes are greatly appreciated! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

Part 1 || Part 2 (Soon)

‘Shit shit shit’ Was going through my mind non-stop as I ran up the stairs of the DSO building. He is going to be so pissed that I am late again.

This was like the 10th time in my 3 month DSO career that I had to run up these stairs because I didn’t make it in time for a meeting. It sure was a good workout, but it was absolutely not worth it in the end. I knew how pissed Leon was going to be again, he was going to tell me how immature I was and that I had a team that relied on me. He would keep telling me how irresponsible it is to keep showing up late. And I knew all too well that he was right, but I just couldn’t help it.

I made it to the 3rd floor and opened the door to the meeting room. I sighed, the room was empty, except for Leon who was sitting in a chair with his feet upon the desk reading some documents. I know I was getting an earful again.

“The meeting ended a few minutes ago. How can you be so reckless? Do you need a nanny or something?” He said before getting up from his chair, sliding the documents across the table towards me. “I am so sorry Leon.”

Leon shakes his head, annoyed. “The fact that you are always late shows how much you care about the team’s success.” He walked past me. “It may not mean much to you, but we all work hard to achieve success on the same missions. It would be nice for once if you’d put in the same amount of effort as the rest. You need to stop being late all the time. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes, I understand.” I said softly looking down at my feet, thinking about the reason I was late so often.

He looks at me, his face softens and he sighs.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to be harsh on you. I know you’re new on the job, but you need to take this seriously, the team needs to rely on you from time to time, we shouldn’t have to always be on alert for you because you might arrive whenever you feel like it, understand?”

“I know Leon, I understand, I really do.” I knew damn well that if it wasn’t for my controlling boyfriend I wouldn’t have been late every single time. “I know you understand.” He replies as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Do you have a boyfriend? How long have you been together?” He asks, curious, his body language indicates that he’s listening attentively. I looked up at him, my eyes widened and I gave him a questioning look. I never talked about my personal life with my co-workers, I never once mentioned that I had a boyfriend or lived with someone. I was taken aback by his question, not knowing whether he was suspecting anything or if he was trying to flirt with me. Leon was at least 10 years older than me, there was no way he was romantically interested in me right? But on the other hand, he wasn’t as mad as usual when I was late today. “Oh uh, yeah. I have a boyfriend, it’s been 2 years almost actually.” “Oh, it’s pretty serious then. He must be taking good care of you.” Leon leans closer and tries to gauge my face. “I’m just a little curious, that’s all.” He continues.

“Well, I’m sure he does. I mean, 2 years is a long time. What’s he like to you? He must make you really happy to stay so long in a relationship with him.” Leon asks, with a slightly skeptical tone, he looks like he’s trying to fish some kind of information from me.

I slightly panicked, he knew something was up and I had no idea how he was suspecting anything. “Oh it’s been great so far!” I lied, giving him a soft smile and lifted up my hand to scratch my neck, hoping I could deceive him.

Leon’s eyes followed the movement of my hand and he smiles at me. “Your boyfriend must be a very lucky guy, dating a beautiful woman like yourself. I hope he knows that.”

I was stunned by his sudden comment. He called me beautiful? He left me confused again, was he trying to get information out of me, or was he actually flirting with me the entire time? Leon’s smile grows wider as he sees my reaction. “Of course you are. I am just stating a fact. But now I am curious. What’s wrong with your boyfriend? Why does he make you feel like you need to hide things and lie to cover it?”

Great, he knew I was lying. “It’s nothing.” I lied again, looking down at the floor. I got a look from Leon again, his smile slowly fades and he senses that I could be lying. He comes closer to me and speaks very quietly, in a gentle tone. “Is he hurting you?”

I looked up at Leon, who was suddenly standing in front of me. He softly placed a hand on my shoulder to comfort me, and assure me it was fine to tell him the truth. “He is very protective…” I whispered softly. He was too protective, he controlled me, made sure he knew where I was all the time and with who I was. If he didn’t like it he would keep me at home, forbid me to even leave the house.

“Protective or controlling?” He asks, as he grabs my other arm, trying to get me to look at him. “Has he ever hit you? Has he ever stopped you from hanging out with your friends if you didn’t tell him where you were going?” He asks, gently brushing my hair out of my face. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I kept looking at the floor, not wanting to let Leon see me on the verge of tears.

His voice softens as he sees some tears rolling down my cheeks. “Come on, if I’m right, you need to tell someone about it. I am here for you. You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.” His tone becoming more and more comforting and gentle. “Do you really feel you can’t tell any of your friends or co-workers because of him?”

I didn’t look or answered Leon. I rolled up my sleeves, which were covered in bruises. I lifted my shirt up to my bra to show him even more bruises. The tears now rolling down my cheeks faster. “Did he do this to you?” He asks quietly as he wrapped his arms around me. He was surprised by the amount of bruises he had seen, and I didn’t even show half my body yet. “Yeah.” I whisper between sobs, unable to say anything else.

“I’ll be here for you, he won’t hurt you again. If you ever want to run away from him, I can take you somewhere else, I can keep you safe.” He looks straight into my eyes. “Is that what you want? To be safe with me?” I looked at Leon confused, not understanding what he meant. “Go with you? Leon, what do you mean?” His face turns a bit red as he realizes what he might have sounded like. “I meant that I would take you away from him. So you won’t have to be afraid of him, or worry about him hurting you. And.. You could live with me.” He said with a concerned face, wiping some tears off of my face. “Do you want that?” He asks again.

I took a step back and pushed his hands away from me. “What is wrong with you?” I said angry. “I told you about my boyfriend, how he abuses me and you immediately take this as an opportunity to get me to sleep with you? You’re not any better than him Leon!”

Leon looks at me surprised, and then starts to laugh a little. “Sorry, sorry, I swear it’s not like that. Yes you’re beautiful, but I won’t force myself on you like that.” He says with a slight chuckle. “This isn’t funny Leon! I thought I could trust you…” Leon smiles and shakes his head. “No, no, don’t take this the wrong way! I should apologize, I should have phrased it better. Don’t be mad now. I was just trying to get you to smile a little by calling you beautiful.” He took a step closer to me. “I am not smiling for you old man.” I said infuriated and walked out of the room, tears rolling down my face again.

I left him in that room and made my way outside, I was desperately in need of some fresh air. It was late already, the sun had set and there was barely any traffic. I looked at my phone and seeing the messages my boyfriend had sent me. ‘You better come home soon, I am hungry. If I have to make my own dinner you’ll be in big trouble.’ I rolled my eyes and put my phone back into my pocket.

After walking for a few minutes I took a seat on a bench. My boyfriend had called me several times, he was definitely mad because I had read his messages but just left him on read. Knowing I was already going to be in trouble once I get home, I decided to ignore his phone calls as well. I looked up at the sky, closing my eyes and wished I could just be away from everyone and everything.

A soft voice comes from behind me calling my name. “Are you okay? The voice said, worried at the way I looked and my apparent sadness. The person sits next to me, and places their hand on my back to try and comfort me. “Leon, please..” I sighed. He leans his body towards me, and hugs me tight. “Come here, you’re safe, don’t worry. I’ll help you, I want you to be happy.” I faced him. “Why did you follow me?” He brushed my hair out of my face again. “I couldn’t just let you run off like that. I wouldn’t forgive myself if something were to happen to you.” He said while gently tucking my hair behind my ear. I blushed a little by feeling his cold fingers against my face. “Leon?” I paused for a second and looked into his blue eyes. “How did you know?” I asked him. “Know what?” He looked at me puzzled. “About my boyfriend.” He gave a light chuckle. “I noticed your bruises on your arms for the first time after our first mission in Eastern-Europe. I didn’t really think anything of it, I initially thought you just ran into some bad guy after we got separated in the sewers. I got suspicious after your bruises didn’t seem to heal even though it was weeks since we had returned. You also wore long sleeved shirts or hoodies a lot, even when it felt like the earth was on fire last summer.” He smiled a little. “It wasn’t until last weekend that my suspicions were confirmed. I was at the local pub and noticed you somewhere in the back. You were arguing with your boyfriend weren’t you? He grabbed both your wrists and dragged you outside not much later.” He said visibly angry. “I am sorry, I should have helped you. I should have walked out after you guys and helped you.” He sounded defeated. “I’ve seen you handle the bad guys on our missions so I thought you would be fine. I am really sorry.” Leon gave me an apologizing look. “It’s okay Leon, you don’t always know what’s going on behind closed doors. No matter how strong one person might be, they might just be a weak puddle of mud once they get home.” I joked trying to lighten the mood. “Thank you for caring about me though, it feels nice being able to talk about it with someone. I really appreciate your concern Leon.” I admitted, letting out a sigh of relief. I stood up from the bench we were sitting on and reached out my arms towards Leon. He gave me a smile and stood up, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. “If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.” He said before letting me go. “Thanks Leon, I should probably go home now.” I said with a nervous tone. “I should break up with him, but I need to do this myself.” Leon nodded. “Are you sure you will be fine? I can walk with you if you want, and wait at your house a bit until I know you’ll be safe.” I assured Leon I was going to be alright and that I would see him tomorrow again. “Don’t follow me again!” I said loudly while making my way home, getting further from Leon.

I was on my way for a good 10 minutes, all I had to was cross through the park. The park always freaked me out a bit, there were no lights so it was extremely dark. Sometimes I had to stop walking to look around and make sure I wasn’t going off into the direction of the lake. My phone started buzzing, I took it out of my pocket only to see it was my boyfriend, again. “So, you’re going to ignore me again huh?” I stood still in shock, I looked around me but before I could see where he was I could feel his hands grabbing me around my neck. “Answer me bitch!” He yelled, tightening his hands making it hard to breath. “L- Let me g- go.” I tried to scream but his hands made it impossible. Tears were streaming down my face, my hands grabbed his arms but he was too strong for me. “No one is going to help you princess, if you would’ve answered my text we wouldn’t be here right now. It’s your own fucking fault and I am making you pay for it.” My lips were starting to feel numb, I gasped for air but he just tightened his grip more when he saw me struggling. It didn’t take much longer before everything turned black. I heard a loud bang, similar to that of a gunshot right before I dropped on the ground.

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[asexualbuthorny]

I’m a background character but the villain’s mine pt.3

Content warnings: mentions of toxic relationships, toxic relationships, abuse, starvation mentions, threats of human trafficking, fear, future smut.

 Time was running out. IT WAS RUNNING OUT!!! Mendella was at a loss of what to do. He looked through countless files on nobles who would suit his requirements but they all were either complete creeps, old men or had simply rejected Mendellas proposal outright. The young man was falling further and further into despair as the deadline for finding a suitable alpha approaches.

   As he was wallowing in his misery the door to his room opened and in stepped his older sister Livone. She walked towards his desk with calm and measured steps, her tail held loosely in the air, ears relaxed by the sides of her head and face as unreadable as ever. Before Mendella could utter a word the woman lightly threw a file on his desk and left as suddenly as she entered. The young lord stared at the file as if he had never seen one before. With shaking hands Mendella picked the file up all the while fighting the hesitant spark of hope slowly blooming in his heart.

   Mendella opened the file and what greeted him was....a completely average face of a lord in his twenties. The man in the picture wasn’t stunningly gorgeous but he wasn’t ugly either. Short (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes and an easygoing and relaxed smile...it was kind of charming actually. Shaking his head Mendella went on to read more information on the man who was, for all intents and purposes, his last hope. (Name)(Lastname). 24 years of age (okay that wasn’t bad at all. Mendella was only a little older at 27). No illnesses, has investments in the merchants guild and in some fashion stores. Runs multiple businesses of his own. Known not to particularly enjoy human company and keeps to himself. Perfect. A simple man who has enough money and doesn’t appear in the public eye too often. This was just what Mendella needed. Just then something else on the paper drew the omegas attention and made his ears perk up in interest. This nondescript man was the one who owned the famous “crystal flowers”. Those “plants” were a rare and very sought after item among both the nobility and the commoners. The stem and petals were regular plant but in the center gems and magic stones of various kinds would grow and be harvested and later used from anything from jewelry to magic to medicine. The organic parts of the “plant” would also be used for a variety of things as well. This one thing raked in great amounts of money for (Name) and many people tried to get closer to him in order to obtain the secret to the flowers but none succeeded so they had, at one point, left the alpha to his own devices....

  YES!YES!YES! He was perfect! This was Mendellas ticket out of being sold off and out of that house. It didn’t even matter if that man was inattentive or even abusive, anything would be better than what his the omegas family had in store for him. Mendella has found his perfect (or as perfect as can get in this situation) match. The only thing that was left to do was to send the marriage proposal and hope for the best...

   You were currently sitting in your office filling paperwork with the help of your loyal beta butler Ilsith. You swore to everything in this and any other world that if it were not for him your life would have fallen apart. The man was a literal godsent. Your ears were laid flat on your head and your tail laid limply on the ground (you were so clumsy with all that at first). “Uggghhhhhhhhh” you whined as you began reading another stupid, boring document. “When will this eeennnddddd?” Ilsith turns to you “My lord, with all due respect, there isn’t much to be done today so you can stop being overdramatic” he says with a small but friendly smile. “Yeah. You’re right. I should just power through this and have the rest of the day off” you grumble as you get to working. Then the sound of a knock came through the door and in came your trusted maid Camilla. “My lord, the mail” she said as she set the letters down on your desk. She always spoke so little...whatever you do you girl....”Thanks Camilla” you grinned at her with a small raise of the hand. She bowed and left to attend to her other duties. Boooo..so business like..no fun at all. “Welp! Let’s see what we got here~” you sang as you began to shift through the mail. “Invite, invite, invite, blah blah blah, boring, boring, boring~”. Damn. You really never got anything interesting...that’s the way you liked it though so you had no right to complain. Then, your entire world seemed to stop as your eyes zoned in on the insignia on one of the letters. The symbol of the de Gregorian family. What was that doing here? Were you hallucinating? “Ilsith? Can you come look at this for me? I think my eyes are broken.”. He came to you and took the letter from your shaking hands. The butler squinted at it before confirming what you just saw. “Yes, yes. This is the symbol of the de Gregorian family. Now what could those people possibly want with us?” The dislike of the name was clear in his voice as he said it. Well...they kind of deserved it. The de Gregorian family was notorious for their arrogance and rudeness but you weren’t really surprised considering this was the “villains” family. Of course they’re assholes. You took the letter back and opened it and read the contents. As you were reading your ears slowly perked up and your tail began to wag as you read the piece of paper again and again. “Ilsith read this for me I think I’m seeing things”. Ilsith sighed as he took the letter from you and began to read aloud. It was true. It was really true. Mendella de Gregorian himself wrote to you requesting to meet to discuss a marriage proposal. This was.....AN ABSOLUTE DREAM COME TRUE! You could have the man of your dreams just like that? Life is good, the birds are singing, your crops are thriving, your skin is clear. You would have honestly just written an agreement then and there no meeting needed if it were not for EtIqUeTte. Fuck these old ass rules and these dumbass nobles. Fine. You could play by the rules. You didn’t want to, but you would. For the sake of your perfect, lovely, magnifiscent, incre- *ahem* for the sake of your possible future spouse Mendella de Gregorian or, if everything goes well, Mendella (Lastname). “Ilsith grab me a pen and paper I have a letter to write!”. You were on fire. Your poor butler watched helplessly as you spent the next few hours penning a letter worth your obsession. You didn’t have that day off afterall...

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