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northlt · 9 months
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Desperately need writer friends who understand the thousands of random incoherent thoughts consisting of half baked plots and headcanons about things I haven’t even written
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sarahdonald87 · 4 months
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ellethespaceunicorn · 8 months
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Fifteen Minutes
I was tagged by the lovely @peyton-warren for this amazing writing challenge thought up by @mantorokk-writes.
Title: Fifteen Minutes
Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Word Count: 374
Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.
Warnings: male masturbation, creampie, swearing (gasp!), use of Daddy as a pet name
A/N: And you aren't seeing double, this has been posted before but I wanted it on its own.
Dividers: @firefly-graphics
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Walter looks at his watch and decides that fifteen minutes is more than enough time to crank out a quick one.
He sets his phone on vibrate and sets it aside. Any other day, he would pull up some kind of something on his phone to watch while he gets in the mood. But with what she was wearing today, he doesn’t need to do much mental gymnastics to get right back there.
He takes his dick out and closes his eyes to think about her.
He imagined her sitting in his lap, her black denim skirt riding up her thick brown thighs. The sound of her fishnet tights ripping as he tore a hole in the crotch of them was music to his ears. His dick was already out, full, and sitting up out of his open jeans.
He would reach down between them and make the head of his dick nice and wet with her juices as she moaned in his ear. Sliding inside, they both his at the tight squeeze. He grabs her hips and begins to move her in a slow and steady rhythm up and down his length. Her arms around his neck and her hands in his hair leave her lips to connect with his.
He loves when her hands are in his hair. Her little obsession drives him wild.
He grabs a handful of her ass before smacking it loudly. Growling into her mouth as she answers with a moan. 
“Oh, fuck, Princess. You feel so fucking good, babygirl.” 
“Fuck, Daddy, you feel even better.”
He begins to move his hips, fucking up into her tight pussy as she takes everything she gives him. 
“Daddy, come inside me. Give me a baby, Daddy. Please, fuck a baby into me.”
He thinks he hears wrong at first but the way she keeps saying it has him realizing he did in fact hear correctly. His hips stutter as he can feel his balls tighten.
“Have my kids, Princess. I’m gonna make you a Mommy…ugh, fuck!”
He can feel every spurt of cum as his dick shoots deep inside her. 
His eyesight is struggling as he comes back to himself. His hand and sweater were covered in thick, creamy ropes.
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No pressure as always: @milknhonies @cardierreh15 @headcannonxgalore @thirstnotes @shewriteswhenthewordscome @deandoesthingstome @mayloma
If you already reblogged or liked or posted your drabble on the other post, awesome!!!
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theguardianofmagic · 6 months
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Who wants to be writer friends I need more to write with. I wanna do writing sprints with people and talk stories.
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asassydork · 12 days
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Here it is because I was thinking too much and just went for it. 🥰 Look forward to meeting y’all better.
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blueparadis · 1 year
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me opening my laptop, then google docs, then discord, then tumblr and then talk to my moots about our blorbos endlessly and then shutting down my laptop.
my wips ::
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friendlyshaped · 2 months
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hi :D
so. i do indeed suck at being publicly active on here (external social media refugee and bonus points for i fucking hated all of them) but i want to still contribute and make friends on here!!
soooo if any other writblr blogs are open to priv messaging (and sending/receiving asks) about writing please !! comment or message me! i wanna find more friends on here + i love to learn abt other people's works and talk abt my own!!!! so hi. please. :D
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Last Christmas (Steve Harrington x Reader)
Last Christmas (Rated T)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k+ (get yer cocoa, everyone!)
Warnings: Brief moderate language, Steve Harrington being an idiot (as usual, but we love him anyway), friends-to-lovers (if that's a warning)
Summary: Co-written with @mischief_and_mercy on AO3 for Day 8 of Stevemas. Takes place at the end of Stranger Things 2 and inspired by the infamous titular song. You and Steve have been friends for years. You've seen him change and go from relationship to relationship, wishing that one day he might feel the same as you do. When Steve tries to hatch a plan with you to get Nancy back, tensions run high. Will your friendship be over?
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It was no secret Steve Harrington struggled with luck. It was even clearer that he had lost his heart to a very prominent figure who also went to Hawkins High: Nancy Wheeler. Despite being friend-zoned too many times to count, you still harbored feelings for the hazel-eyed King Steve. You knew it was stupid—you should know better than to fall for someone who already gave his heart to someone else. 
Everyone saw the way Steve looked at Nancy. Even now, as you both sat in his bedroom, you knew his only thought was of walking into the Snow Ball to see her. He wanted to try to speak with her, to reconcile the broken relationship between the two of them. 
“What would I even-” the boy started as he paced around his room. “I mean, what could I even say to her? She’s…different now, ya know?”
“Yeah,” you said with a nod in agreement, “but so are you.”
Steve groaned, hands reaching up to cover and slide down his face. “Why does this have to be so damn complicated?”
“To quote the great Phil Collins-”
“NO!” He was quick to cut you off. “Don’t you start.”
In all the years he’s known you, Steve should have realized this was a losing battle. “You can’t hurry love,” you crooned in a terribly offkey melody. “No, you just have to wait. Love doesn’t come easy, it’s a game of give and take.”
“You’re such a nerd,” he groaned, head falling backwards in frustration. “Besides, wasn’t that song done by the Supremes like a million years ago?”
“And you have the audacity to call me a nerd.”
Steve scrunched his nose, causing a series of wrinkles to appear across his face. “Blame it on my dad,” he argued. “Used to blast that shit everywhere we went. We’re getting off topic here, though. How can I uncomplicate this?”
It wasn’t that you didn’t want Steve to be happy. In fact, it was quite the opposite; there was nothing you wanted more for him. The two of you had known each other for years and you knew the struggles he had going on at home. More than anything, Steve deserved to find someone who would love him unconditionally.
But…that person wasn’t Nancy. As much as they tried, you can’t force two puzzle pieces together that don’t fit. It only damages the structure of one or both puzzle pieces. And in this situation, the broken puzzle piece was Steve. Nancy had remained intact, perfectly fine to be without Steve. Steve, on the other hand, could barely function without her. As much as you hated it, he had convinced himself that Nancy was the one for him, and as his best friend, you had to do what you could to support him.
“What if you gave her a gift?” you suggested. “Something…nice, that’ll help her remember you. Maybe like a locket?”
Steve paused mid step and tilted his head side to side, as though he was pondering your suggestion. 
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
“Maybe I should ditch,” he remarked, mostly to himself. “Maybe I’ll just leave Dustin, run back into the car, and come back here.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Steven Joseph Harrington, I swear to God if you have stressed me out for nothing, I am going to suffocate you with your own damn pillow.”
“Stressed you out?!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, it stressed me out! You are absolutely incapable of making a decision and not completely wimping out on that same decision! Grow some balls!”
The dark-haired boy before you wrinkled his nose. “You know,” he started, “we would be having a completely different conversation right now if this was your problem. If you wanted to get back with Frankie Wallace– God knows why you’d want to– you’d be stressing over every detail.” 
“Well, good thing for you I don’t want to go out with Frankie Wallace,” you said evenly as you rested your head on your hand. The unspoken words remained resting on your tongue, heavy and dark. I want to go out with you.
“Yeah, see, that’s your problem. You need to get back out there again,” Steve encouraged, entirely oblivious to your distant longing stares. “Show the little shitbag what he’s missing.”
“That’s gross, Steve. Last time you encouraged me to do that, he stuck his tongue down my throat and I had to sucker punch him in his. Would you like to try that again? Wanna relive another trip to the principal?” 
You watched as your best friend’s jaw clenched and un-clenched in a silent rhythm. He flexed his fingers into a fist. “He did that to you?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. Why would that matter to him? Was he jealous? As wrong as it was, you almost wished he had some feeling comparable to yours when he looked at Nancy. But you knew it would never happen. Try as hard as you might, you would never truly be Steve’s…person. He would never look at you the way he saw Nancy. To Steve, you would always be his little friend with a face full of freckles and braces, the one who was more interested in homework than the important social gatherings of the school year. 
After the Snow Ball came and went, with Steve’s plan hopefully going off without a hitch, life would go back to normal. You’d pass each other by in the halls, smile on occasion when he’d visit your locker. 
“Yeah, Steve. That’s what happens when you pick the wrong guy.” 
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby, do you recognize me?
Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me
You knew that Steve remembered what it was like to attract the wrong girl. But… he didn’t know what it was like to look at your best friend, every day, knowing that there would be no one else that could measure up to who you wanted. Despite the absentee parents, Steve had always known how to treat his partners. He would tell you about his dates, how he’d always try to pull out all the stops. You knew his moves, his quirks…those sly tactics he thought were smooth that you had convinced him were borderline sketchy, even if he didn’t mean it to be. If anything, being alone most of his life made him gentle and caring. 
Steve told you about his dream once, when he and Nancy first started dating. He wanted this great big Hawkins family that would have all the love he never received growing up. It shattered your heart into a thousand pieces to hear, but it also made you all the more protective of him. Deep down, you knew this wasn’t the future Nancy would want. She was a girl with big ambitions, who wanted to do more than stay in a town as small as Hawkins. You knew that Steve would support her either way, even if it meant sacrificing what he wanted most, but it didn’t seem fair. Your best friend didn’t deserve to have his heart broken; not by Nancy Wheeler or anyone else. 
“You never…” Steve cleared his throat. “You never told me that.”
“That’s because you were a little…” Too preoccupied with sucking your girlfriend’s face off. “...busy.”
“You can still tell me things!” he exclaimed. The guilt swirled in his eyes, immediately hitting you right in the chest with your own pang of guilt. You probably should have told him when it happened. It would have saved you long nights of avoiding him to cry in your bedroom listening to Bowie and hating how stupid you were. Maybe it would have helped your pride to have him knock some sense into the creep. Although, you knew he would just be picking another fight he was destined to lose.
“I didn’t want to bother you.” I didn’t want to make you feel bad for me while you were happy with your own girlfriend.
Steve whispered your name quietly as he sat on the bed next to you. “No matter how busy I am with a girlfriend, with my friends, there will always be time for you.” He reached over to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “You’re my best friend. It’s part of my responsibilities to protect you from douchebags like Wallace. Not to mention I’d be lost without you.”
You shifted uncomfortably on the comforter, fingers smoothing the material as you refused to meet your best friend’s gaze. How could he say that to you? Your heart thudded against your chest like a rubber ball against a brick exterior. 
“Then why won’t you notice me?” you blurted out, your face burning as your mind registered what had just slipped out of your mouth. “Why do you always go to Nancy when clearly, the both of you can’t work out?!”
Steve recoiled from his position, his expression mimicking that of someone who had been slapped. Burning rage filled your heart, but not at him—never by him. It was at yourself, for ruining the relationship and the gentle peace the both of you had together. Your feelings had always toed the line between friendship and something more with Steve, but you never truly dared to make the leap and cross it. Teasing remarks, gentle touches that lingered just a little too long…yet you didn’t want to take the ultimate risk of revealing your feelings and losing Steve in the process. 
“I’m sorry,” you murmured as you gathered your belongings as quickly as possible with tears building up against your lash line. “I shouldn’t have said that, it was wrong of me and not my place at all.”
A hand encircled your wrist, one that most definitely was not your own. Your gaze flicked from the ground to Steve’s chest, unable to look him in the eyes directly. How could you? You had basically ruined your friendship in one fell swoop. Now you know what a fool you’ve been.
You cleared your throat, still staring at the floor. To hell with it all. You’ve said this much already, what more could happen from you pouring out your heart?
“I’ve liked you for a while, Steve.” you stated quietly, still staring at your sock-covered toes. “I… I think I realized last Christmas. But… When I asked if we were going to spend Christmas together like usual, you preferred to spend it with Nancy. I… I lost my heart that day, Steve. I lost it to you.”
“I-” Steve started as his hand tightened around your wrist. “I didn’t know-”
“How could you, Steve?” you asked bitterly. Considering the rhetorical question, you continued on your outpouring of feelings. “You were too invested with Nancy to see what it was doing to me. You only have eyes for one girl at a time. So when Nancy entered the picture… I was lost from you, Steve.” Your voice broke on your last sentence, “I was lost from you, Steve, and I still am.”
“But you’re right here,” he argued. “I’m right here. Everything’s okay now. I mean, yeah, Hawkins went to shit again, but we’re still alive. We’re still-”
“Just because I am physically here, Steve, doesn’t mean that I don’t feel lost from you! When’s the last time you’ve asked about my day, or about one of my tests, or offered to help me study for one of those tests, or, hell, did you even bother to call me back when I broke up with Frankie?”
“I guess, I guess I, uh,” Steve ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. You could tell he was struggling to search through his memory, holding onto a glimmer of hope he could find a reason. But the truth was, he couldn’t and he never would.
“Forgot,” you huffed in frustration. “You forgot. Again. Because Nancy is the only thing that occupies your brain anymore.”
“That’s not true!!”
“Then what the hell is the truth, then, Steve?! Tell me the damn truth!”
A blank look overtook your best friend’s face as you grew silent after your outburst. You hadn’t meant to lash out at him like you did. It was a therapeutic feeling, though. After watching from the sidelines for so long, having that chance to really tell Steve how you really felt was…freeing. After a moment, you gave up on waiting for an answer. It didn’t really matter what he had to say. You said your piece and now you needed to move on before it was far too late, not only for your friendship – but for yourself. 
Heaving a heavy sigh, you bit your lower lip and grabbed your backpack back up from off the floor. Steve barely registered your movements, only coming back to the real world just before you started down the stairs. You heard his voice call out your name as you walked out the front door, but you had to ignore it. This Christmas, you needed to move on. You needed to let go of Steve Harrington, even if it hurt like hell.  
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You hadn’t spoken to Steve for the rest of that day. When he called later that evening, you let it go to voicemail. At school, you ignored him outside of classes, being quick to spot some random “friend” of yours that you hardly knew. You spent most of the day after helping your younger sister get ready for the snow ball, no matter how much she argued that having her older sibling help was practically a dramatic attempt for social suicide.
Well, at least she wasn’t going to the Snow Ball in what she thought was the epitome of fashion (which it was most definitely not). Resisting the urge to ruffle her hair, you all but shoved her out the door to the car. Why put all of your hard work to waste and let her be late for the event?
The last thing on your mind was if you would cross paths with Steve in the parking lot. Given everything that had gone on since your last conversation, it wasn’t as if he was at the forefront of your thoughts. At this point, your main focus was on making sure your little sister had the best Snow Ball ever, even if it meant you needed to sit and monitor a punch bowl for three hours.
After placing the keys in the ignition, you drove to the biggest event your middle school sister could ever dream to have. As you entered the parking lot of Hawkins Middle School, you could already tell that no expense had been spared with the event planning committee’s strenuous budget. Balloons and streamers littered the walls in a variety of pale winter colors. You were almost glad that you had opted to dress you and your sister in darker tones, as it would help you stand out against the backdrops.
Once parked, your sister couldn’t wait to get out of the car. She made a beeline for the sign-in sheet and was quick to start catching up with her new friend, Max. After you signed yourself in, you couldn’t help but look around for Dustin. You had half expected him to be here by now, but there was no sign of the curly haired genius child.  
A crowded room, friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
Despite your vehement wishes for Steve not to show up, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when you didn’t see him walk through the doors. You wanted him not to show up, it’s what you had hoped for all along… Right? But the heavy feeling in your chest and the spiraling thoughts inside of your head said otherwise. You tried to distract yourself with ever-so-important punch monitor duties, dragging the ladle through the liquid to create ripples within the bowl. 
About an hour into your self-made prison, you heard the sound of a throat clearing in front of you. Oh. Oh no. As you glanced up, you locked eyes with the boy you had spent the last few days trying to avoid. Steve wasn’t dressed up, not really. He had on his favorite red sweater and a pair of Levi’s. Even with the curious look of concern etched into his features, he still looked incredibly Steve-like. 
My God, I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
Now that feeling in your chest blossomed into something incredibly unwanted that would make you forgive Steve in the span of a fraction of a second. This time, it was familiar. It was the same feeling that made you hold onto the thought of him finally dating you for oh so long.
“Hey,” he stuttered. “Can I, uh, have some punch, please?”
“Pretty sure it’s just for the kids,” you couldn’t help the sharpness to your tone.
“I could make sure it’s not spiked?” he offered weakly. The puppy eyes he gave you were enough to make you want to put your hands over your face, if not just to resist the temptation of forgiving him oh-so-quickly. You knew it would hurt even more if you let him back into your heart. So why were you longing to pour some punch in a glass in a peace-making gesture?
Deep down, you knew why. 
It was because it was Steve, the boy you had known since the two of you could crawl (albeit not very well on his part). This was the guy who spent every minute of summer break in your backyard, talking for hours about the things he wanted to do when he could finally get away from his home – to finally be free. This was Steve, your best friend, who knew your favorite ice cream flavor and your favorite movies. It wouldn’t matter how many times he broke your heart, because he would always be there, in the back of your mind and your most important memories.
“That’s, uh,” you cleared your throat, “that’s why people like me are on the payroll, I’m afraid. This punch has already passed inspection. Although, I’m sure Nance might need some help at table seven.”
“I don’t want to help Nancy,” Steve explained as a bite of frustration crept into his tone. “I want to focus on you.”
Your words rang back to you in what you had spit at him during your fight. Nancy is the only thing that occupies your brain anymore. You hated that he still held onto that. Despite the truth to those words you had said, regret slithered around your heart and crushed it in a vice-like grip. Was there truly any more hope towards a relationship between you and Steve?
“Then why do I find that so hard to believe?”
“Because I’ve messed up,” Steve said honestly. “I’ve messed up, but I really, really want to be able to make it up to you. Please, let me make this up to you.” 
A sigh escaped your lips and your gaze traveled back down to the punch bowl before you. It would be an internal battle, this decision. But really, what else did you have to lose? He had already shattered your heart before. What’s one more time? “And how do you expect to do that, Harrington?”
His hand dipped into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box, which was horribly wrapped. The edges of your lips twitched in an attempt to silence your laughter at how poor his wrapping job truly was.
“What’s this?” you asked.
“A present… for you. I just… I thought you should have it, y’know, in case you won’t let me do anything for Christmas. As awful as it sounds, I figured you’d actually take the present in public rather than in private… I know you hate me. I’ve been an awful friend.”
Hate. For some reason, that word just bothered you. Did you really hate Steve? After everything the two of you had been through as kids, would this really be the end of your friendship? 
Swallowing hard, you reached your hand out wordlessly for the gift. “For the record,” you mused as you picked at the paper, “I don’t hate you. I’m just…I guess I don’t know how to feel. I said some things and you…well, you didn’t. I don’t know where that leaves us now.” 
“I… I don’t really know where that leaves us either,” Steve said quietly. “But what I do know is I don’t want to lose you.”
Without another word, you started to rip at the wrapping paper. After removing its disguise, you discovered it was a small silver box. You frowned up at Steve in confusion as you lifted the lid off of the top. What you saw surprised you even more. Placed on a bed of crushed purple velvet sat a silver letter “S”.
“You decided to get me something with your initial?” you asked, unamused.
“It’s not- It’s not to mark you as mine or stupid shit like that!” Steve spit out. “I uh… I just uh…” He somehow managed to pull himself together enough to say, “I want to be yours. I want to gift you flowers and make you breakfast and point at random stars in the night sky and act like I know the story behind constellations I still can’t see. And most of all… I want to remind you that you are always going to take priority. I don’t want anyone else.”
“But- but what about Nancy?” you asked, wide eyes locked onto his own soft gaze.
“It’s not about Nancy anymore,” he replied. “To be honest with you, I don’t think it ever really was. See, when Nance…when she left me, I think I just– well, I think I felt pretty stupid. Like maybe, maybe there was something wrong with me. I was a jerk these last few years. No, no, I was more than a jerk. I was a real dick. And I guess…” He hesitated before he continued. “I guess I was afraid if I even tried to find someone else, I’d just screw it up like I normally do.”
You frowned. “You don’t screw things up, Steve.”
“No, I did,” he argued. “I really, really did.”
“You didn’t-” you started again.
“If I didn’t screw things up, then why didn’t I have the guts to tell you I loved you six years ago?”
“Because I didn’t have the guts to tell you that I loved you either.”
The two of you stood in silence for several minutes, eyes flickering around the room to find something– anything– to talk about and break the spell. Something had changed between the two of you now and there was definitely no going back. While part of you wanted to scream of happiness from Steve’s confession, another part of you was scared. What if you tried and it messed everything up even more? What if you lost Steve entirely?
As if he sensed your unease, Steve took a few steps around the side of the table. His hand found your own as he laced his fingers with yours. The other hand went to your cheek, cradling your face gently. His eyes searched yours as he leaned closer, his cologne sweeping through your senses and preventing smells other than him from making their way to you. Lips grazed yours as both your eyes shuttered closed, bodies leaning into one another. 
Finally, finally you were kissing Steve Harrington…and he was kissing you back.
Maybe this Christmas wouldn’t be so bad after all.
------------ Authors' Note:
frostandflames- Well that's a wrap on day 8 of my Stevemas event. I just want to say thank you to mischief_and_mercy for helping me out and being willing to collaborate with me on today’s fic. This story was actually their idea, so make sure to give them some support and check out their stuff over on AO3! They write for a variety of characters, including the gang from Stranger Things and MCU.
If you liked this story and want to see more collabs like this on either of our profiles, make sure to comment, tag your friends, and reblog. Likes are appreciated, but it's the other types on interactions that help spread the word about our work and motivate our brain cells to keep working together.
AND if you want updates on the rest of Stevemas, maybe consider giving my blog a cheeky follow. I promise I won't spam your dash outside of sharing the works of other amazing writers and creators on this hellsite.
Until next time, my little sparks! <3
mischief_and_mercy: Hey guys! I hope y'all enjoy the fic! Give all the love to El for coming up with the idea and helping us along (no matter what she says about me…). She's put so much hard work into this, so give her all the love you can spare <3 please leave a comment or a reblog (or both ;D)! Happy Holidays lovelies!
Taglist: @bakerstreethound, @theelmgrove
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serendipminiewrites · 14 days
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You're in her dms, I'm on her kill list. We are not the same.
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craycraybluejay · 5 months
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Hey pals!
Do you like historical fiction? YA? Gay romances? WARTIME AGONIES? (Huehuehuehue)
WELL THEN
LET ME SHOW YOU
MY FRIEND'S COOLASS BOOK
Men of Honor
Go check the book out! Seriously! They worked very hard on it (as did I with helping polish it up a bit), and they deserve awesome readers. LIKE YOU!!
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I need more writer friends 🙈. Trying to write some smut and couldn’t for the life of me think of another word for cock. (I hate using the same words over and over again!)
Called my friend to ask her for an alternative.
SOMEHOW she made it worse
Now I can’t get “meat stick” out of my head 😂
“Urahara pulled out his meat stick”
“His meat stick was leaking profusely”
“”Open up” Kyoraku said, rubbing his meat stick across your bottom lip”
😭
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the-lavender-clown · 24 days
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Randomly becoming friends/mutuals with someone when you both apparently have been reading each other's fanfics is just such wild experience.
I love my fellow writer friends :D (you know who you are)
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ladyazulina · 3 months
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I've noticed that I've been suffering from a lack of social interaction these last weeks and it has been heavily noted in my mental health, making me spend my advent's birthday awfully bad.
(I took the 'advent' term because something like those advent gifts is what I wanna do for myself starting next year... because for this one is a bit too late.)
I'm aware I'm not a social presence and I come and go in spurs and moments, I don't really believe I have mutuals or friends yet, and I would like to start to right my wrongs by showing more support in the community even with my unstable presence. I would like to talk and share and be there for as many people as I'm able to cross by, I know myself enough to know I'm that kind of person when I feel good. I'm just a bit awkward and don't know what to even do with myself, but I'm always trying, and I want to start my new year with the best energy I can muster after weeks of being down and stagnant.
So... hi. Even a word would mean the world to me. My new year is in three days, on December 20th; this will be my twenty-fifth winter ❄ And I wish to make tons of friends this year 💙
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strawberrywinter4 · 13 days
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I love having writer friends.
Like we’re always hyping each other up on our stories and it’s just so encouraging, it makes my heart swell.
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Get to Know Me (New Version!)
Thank you so much for the tag, @oh-no-another-idea!
Rules: Bold what's true and tag people
APPEARANCE
Dark hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don't often smile// I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
ACTIVITIES/INTERESTS
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIPS
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year// I have a crush // I have a friend I've known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
SEASONAL
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
MISC
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of Sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs
(Fun fact! I own exactly three dogs!)
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isee-unhottie · 2 months
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I’ve been thinking about giving writing sm*t a try. I wanna learn the fancy text things everyone uses on here first
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I’ll probably write about Juyeon
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