#Jann writes

[jann-the-bean]

Song inspiration

Fluffynightkiller week 2023

“Ccino.. are you thinking of him again?”

“A-ah! H-huh?” Ccino stammered as mochas voice snapped him from his fantasies. “What?”

“You had that look on your face.” She chuckled “Your eyes get all dreamy and you smile, and not to mention you wouldn’t respond when I was talking to you.”

Ccino felt his cheeks get warm as a pink hue began to show. “O-oh…” He smiled sheepishly. “Y-You caught me.”

She smiled a little before sighing, worry filling her eyes.

“Ccino.. I know you’re really into this Nightmare guy but..” Her voice trailed off.

“B-but?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I think we all have our celebrity crushes and even freak over fictional guys. But, it feels like you’ve put your life on hold since getting that job as an intern.”

“What? T-That’s not true. I’m j-just busy.” Ccino frowned a little.

“Maybe not your whole life, but definitely your dating life. I know that Orchid asked you out, and you said no. You didn’t even give her a chance..”

“M-Mocha.. I know y-you’re just looking out f-for me. B-But, I don’t think it w-would b-be fair to me o-or orchid to l-lead her o-on. I j-just see her a-as a f-f-friend.”

Mocha pursed her lips and gently tossed her ear behind her shoulder.

“So, it’s not because you’re expecting that these famous actors will just see you and fall in love at first sight?”

Ccino’s cheeks burned intensely with his pink blush reflecting it.

“I-I-I… n-no.. n-not always..”

She smiled and playfully punched his arm. “I’m only teasing. “I’m just saying.. fantasies aren’t bad.. but maybe it’s time you look for someone real.”

“But they-“

“I know they are real.” Mocha interrupted before Ccino could try to argue. “Killer and Nightmare. But.. you don’t know anything about them. You have an idea of them.. but not who they really are do you?”

Ccino fell silent for a while before giving a small nod.

He didn’t like to admit it but she did have a point. All he really knew was their coffee orders.. but he’d never really had a chance to talk to them.

Ccino shifted and began cleaning off the countertop. It was just the two of them closing today. Often times they’d both use this as an opportunity to catch up on gossip or news they couldn’t share outside of work.

“Mocha.. I’ve j-just.. you know w-what my p-past relationship was l-like.” Ccino stopped cleaning and stared at the rag.

Mocha, who had been sweeping this whole time, stopped. She approached Ccino and placed a hand ontop of his. “Yeah.. we don’t have to talk about that.”

Ccino smiled with a hint of sadness mixed in.

“M-My love life has b-been a l-l-little disappointing y-you know? I know t-that n-nightmare nor k-killer would go for a s-simple b-barista like me.”

“Ccino..”

“It’s t-true Mocha..” Ccino continued on with his closing duties. “I know.. I-Im n-not most p-people’s types. S-so for now.. I think I-I’d like t-to let m-myself f-fall for boys I s-see on the T.V screen. It’s j-just nice to f-fantasize..”

Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

Killer belongs to @rahafwabas

Nightmare belongs to @jokublog

Mocha belongs to me! @jann-the-bean

Tagging @help-im-a-gay-fish for fluffynightkiller week!

Edit: I totally forgot to add the song that inspired this little oneshot!

[appleelevengreen]

gran turismo is full of men crying and people driving cars really fast. all in all excellent film 10/10.

[cactusnymph]

for the touches ask game, how about "3. hugging while twirling around"? for anyone!

Fuck, she's on fire.

Not literally this time, but emotionally. She can touch people again. She can go around and shove people and clap her hand on their backs and kiss and hug and fuck and punch people in the face in a friendly bar brawl without making their face look like a medium raw beef steak.

Fuck. Yes.

She feels the intense need to kiss Dammon square on the mouth but she hugs him instead and hoists him up and holds him way longer than might be appropriate but he chuckles and hugs her back and it's the fucking best feeling in the world.

Gods, it's so good to be alive.

"This is the best day. This is. The best. Day!", she exclaims, over and over again and beams. She can pick flowers. She could scritch a dog behind its ears right now! Holy shit!

The possibilities are endless and Karlach feels happiness bubble inside her like thick lava, ready to burst out of the ground. She's a literal volcano of happiness. Fuck yeah.

Karlach hugs everyone. She hugs Gale and Tav and Shadowheart, then she hugs Dammon again, then she rolls around in some grass just for good measure. It doesn't leave a burning trail of ash and embers behind and Karlach is so fucking stoked she almost starts crying.

"Oh my gods, I need to find someone to spoon tonight. I'd spoon the fucking Elderbrain to be totally honest with you. I am so ready to cuddle. Holy shit!"

"Please don't spoon the Elderbrain", Gale says weakly and Tav laughs so hard that they choke on their own spit and Shadowheart has to use a spell to make them stop heaving. Karlach loves them all so much. She loves her friends and the whole world and Dammon and this grass tickling her skin and the feeling of the wind in her face.

It wouldn't even matter if she died tomorrow because she's so fucking happy to be in this very moment. It would all have been worth it just for this.

Karlach whistles and sings the entire time they walk back to camp, from time to time grabbing Tav's or Shadowheart's hands to hold and swing between them like a happy child.

First thing she'll do back at camp is find Scratch and pat him for half an hour. At least that's what Karlach thinks until they arrive and the first thing she sees is Astarion and Wyll standing next to each other as Astarion works to fix a rip on Wyll's shirt.

The heart in her chest that's not really a heart roars with affection and she loves Scratch, she loves him so much, but she also loves these men and now she can touch them.

Fuck.

Karlach doesn't think twice, she barrels forward, jumping over the campfire with ease past Lae'zel who's reading a weird metal disc with a furrowed brow and then she's there, startling both of them.

"What in the—", Astarion starts and drops his needle but he can't finish his question because Karlach already picked them both up. Gods, they're both so skinny. She smushes them together and laughs and maybe she also cries a little as she turns around with both of them in her arms, their feet dangling off the ground.

Astarion protests and struggles against her grip like a grumpy cat while Wyll laughs with her.

"It worked!", he exclaims, his voice as excited as Karlach feels.

"It worked", she cries and hugs them tighter, turning two more times before setting them back down and taking a step back. Gods, it's hard to let them go. Fuck she wants to hug them again immediately.

"Well", Astarion says and pretends to dust off his shirt, his face purposefully nonchalant but his cheeks all flushed, "I see your little outing was successful, darling."

"Fuck yes it was. I will spoon you so hard tonight", she says and pumps her fist in the air. Astarion blinks while Wyll chuckles.

"Spoon?", he echoes. Karlach grins so hard that her cheeks hurt.

"Yeah. Spooning. Cuddling. Holding tenderly. Whatever you wanna call it", she says and nods before twirling around by herself again. "I can hug people again!"

"Ugh. Fine, I guess", Astarion says, doing his best to sound as if he's doing Karlach a huge favor. Wyll shakes his head but he's still smiling.

"That means you won't get cold tonight, my pointy-eared friend", Wyll says. Astarion narrows his eyes at Wyll.

"I am dead. I don't get cold", he proclaims and stalks off, leaving Wyll's shirt unfinished. Karlach beams at him as Wyll hugs her again.

"I am so happy for you", he whispers and she holds him tight.

"Me too, Wyll. Me too."

feel free to send me more of these <3

[a-little-unsteddie]

E X H A L E

It finally became too much in late December, after weeks of being unable to find anything to do to relieve the tension, and he snapped; Steve got into his car and just started driving. He didn’t really pay much attention to where he was going, just so long as it was away from Hawkins, away from his empty house with too many empty rooms, away from the horrors that lurked beneath the ground—just away.

or,

Steve goes to Indianapolis after the events of S2.

Read chapter one on AO3 now!

this has been such a wild ride of ups and downs and i’m so excited to finally be posting this! thank you so much to my artist, Silian, for doing such amazing artwork for this project! thank you to @sailing-through-hawkins for betaing for me!! i appreciate you both so much!

and obviously thank you so much to @steddiebang for hosting this awesome event!

[lazarus-james]

HELP, I DON'T TITLE THE FICS UNTIL I SUBMIT TO AO3

[writersblockiskillingme]

Hello 👋!So my birthday is on Sunday and I was wondering if you could write a fic with Jann × reader. Where the reader has their birthday and Jann prepares many surprises for her and one of those is him worshipping her. Thank you 🩷

Birthday Surprises | Jann/Jan Rozmanowski

Pairing: Jann/Jan Rozmanowski x fem!reader

Summary: On the day of your birthday, you just couldn't feel more loved.

Warning/s: fluff, like a ton of fluff, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Happy birthday, dear reader!! I wish you all of the best things in this lifetime, and I hope that you enjoy this little short fic! 💜🎂🥳

It was a sunny morning, and the birds outside your window seemed to sing in celebration. Today was your birthday, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Little did you know that Jan, your thoughtful and loving partner, had planned a day full of surprises just for you.

As you stepped into the cozy kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted you. Jan stood there, wearing an apron and a mischievous smile. His dark hair was adorably tousled, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Happy birthday, my love," he said, pulling you into a warm hug. "I've got something special planned for you today."

You raised an eyebrow. "Special? What kind of special?"

Jan chuckled. "Patience, my dear. First, breakfast." He gestured toward the table, where a spread of your favorite pastries and fruits awaited. "Dig in!"

As you enjoyed your breakfast, Jan disappeared into the bedroom. When he returned, he held a beautifully wrapped gift. You tore open the paper to reveal a leather-bound journal. "For your thoughts and dreams," he said softly. "I know how much you love writing."

Touched by his thoughtfulness, you hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Jan. This is perfect."

But the surprises didn't end there. Throughout the day, Jan whisked you away to various locations. You explored an art gallery, had a picnic in the park, and even took a spontaneous dance class. Each moment was filled with laughter and love.

As the sun began to set, Jan led you to a candlelit rooftop. The view of the city was breathtaking, but your attention was solely on him. He took your hands in his, his gaze intense.

"Y/N," he began, "you are my light, my muse, and my heart. Today, I want to worship you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Worship me?"

He nodded. "Every smile, every tear, every little quirk that makes you uniquely you—I adore it all. You deserve to be celebrated, cherished, and loved beyond measure."

And then he kissed you—a kiss that held all the promises of forever. His lips moved against yours, gentle yet passionate. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you.

When he pulled back, he whispered, "Happy birthday, my love."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "Jan, I—"

He silenced you with another kiss, this time more urgent. His hands cradled your face, and you lost yourself in the taste of him. The rooftop, the city, everything else ceased to exist. It was just you and Jan, wrapped in a cocoon of love.

As the stars blinked into existence above, you realized that this was the best birthday you'd ever had. Jan had given you not just gifts but moments—moments that would forever be etched in your heart.

And so, under the moon's gentle gaze, you whispered, "I love you, Jan Rozmanowski."

He grinned, his eyes filled with devotion. "And I love you, my beautiful birthday girl."

[iwasneverth3re]

besides gun, which character in lookism do you have fun drawing the most? :-)

Oh hell yeah. AN ASK FROM JANNNNNN (you always send the best asks like it's either wholesome or thought provoking)🩷🤍

1000000% Goo! Even while I was doing my 'Lookism characters redrawn as memes' I think I had the most fun drawing Goo because he's such a fun character. I can do a lot of interesting artworks with him! Whether it's smth like drawing Goo as the joker or drawing him being the goofy mfer he is. Like he's just a very fun character to draw. I could draw him being hit by stop sign by Crystal and I'd have so much fun doing it.

He's got a range of facial expressions and I don't feel the need to make him look good. For example with Gun, because he's my favorite blorbo, I subconsciously am a perfectionist when it comes to him - like I end up taking more on drawing him meanwhile with other characters it's less. Back when I was REALY REALLY into jjk in 2021, I was completely enamored with Satoru. But because I kept on comparing my art with other artists and having the mindset of 'oh, I'll never be as good as them' or 'why can't I be as good as they are?' I ended up burning myself out by placing those expectations on myself when there shouldn't have been in the first place and I took a break from drawing (also didn'thelp that i just wasn't doing so well mentally at the time as well). I've been working on my mindset tho! Fast forward to joining the lookism Fandom on here, I started getting really inspired by artists on here (such as amai and yolkie to name a few!) And I thought to myself, 'hey, these people are really good artists and they all have such great art styles that has a lot of life to them... Maybe I'll try drawing again.'

Aaand that's what I did! But I don't draw to try and be as good as the artists that I'm inspired by anymore. Don't get me wrong, it's always good to have inspo and set little goals for yourself in as to what you want to be and how you want to grow as an artist. But the thing that really helped me out is allowing myself to draw at my own pace. Like I've gotten a lot better at digital art compared to last year because I'm just drawing whatever, whenever I want.

Now I'm less hard on myself whenever an artwork doesn't come out the way I want it to.

[diofasolia]

“Please! Don’t kill him!” Killer scoffed “Why would we do that? There’s no surprise or fun in that. Nah, we’re just trying to help nighty here. Can’t help that things got a little rough, heh.” As they spoke S!Dreams soul took on multiple forms. A golden Apple, a corrupted Apple,a mix between the two, and even the soul trying to split from itself.

S!Dream struggled trying to break free from Error’s web. He was in distress he felt vulnerable and weak. “Heh... what are you going to do? Torture me? Just get on with it... I can’t do anything..” Error smiled as he began to manipulate his strings. “You asked for it buddy. I would say this will hurt a little.. but I would be lying.” Error smirked. “And we all know I’m no liar.”

The Fallen Guardian by @jann-the-bean

Happy Birthday to you Jann!! May you have a wonderful day and have some digital birthday cake 🎂🎂🎂

Original Cross by @jakei95

Original Shattered Dream @shattereddreamsau

Original Killer by @rahafwabas

Original Nightmare by @jokublog

Original Error by @loverofpiggies

[deceptionxgirl]

I watched this movie on Thursday :o

And first thing i wanted to do after the movie is to check A03 :). AND I KNEW PEOPLE WILL NOT FAIL ME AND I SAW THE TAG HURRAY AND SO I AM CONSUMING THE CONTENT RN.

SO I CREATED LIL PRESENTATION FOR YOU ALL AND MYSELF.

ITS A LIL HARD CONSUMING SO MANY SHIPS ON A03 BUT WE LIVE FOR IT, WE DIE FOR IT!.

[kilibaggins]

jann "im sorry dont be mad." mardenborough and jack "i could never be mad at you." salter

[archieyelash]

I need a fic where one of the GT trainee puke on jack’s lawn and Jack said: you puke on my lawn and when Jann had a food poisoning and accidentally puke on jack’s tape and Jack was like full panic mode

[ballowvalence]

Commit | Writing Blog(?)

I decided to do like a breakdown about writing this fic. Because it owns my mind and I need to get it out. Minor spoilers below.

Research:

To my surprise, IRL Jann hasn't been very successful. Like, at all.

The Fuji Speedway mentioned throughout is an endurance track.

The Netz Corner doesn't turn into a straight, the next one ("Panasonic Corner") does, but it just didn't sound as nice to write.

Jann didn't finish that race 2017 Super GT, his racing team partner did. Their team did place 12th.

The cars do go over 300km/hr (which is so unfathomable to me).

The amount of gym equipment that put others into incredibly suggestive positions is crazy. It was between the hack squat machine and the leg curl machine. The hack squat machine won out. Google it.

Easter Eggs:

I lived in Japan for four years. The first thing the waiters do when you try speaking Japanese is compliment it, even if it's awful. "Nihongo jouzu desune" means "Your Japanese is great!"

The expensive sake that Jack orders, Hiroki, range from $100 to $800 a bottle. That lunch was somewhere between $800 to $3,300.

Jann's mobile number of "4101141311" is alphabet/number cryptic. It says "4 Janack" (the ship name I've given them, hahha.)

Each chapter title is the activity that Jann has scheduled into his calendar, all of which correlate with the scenes taking place. I was very incredibly proud calling Ch. 8 Dinner, and Ch. 9 Dessert.

Headcanons/lore for this text:

Salter is fluent in Spanish. He grew up in a multicultural neighborhood, which is part of why he's considered an outcast. He wasn't one of the elite racers who buy their entrance to tracks with nepo money.

Controversial, but I coded Jack and Jann as bi/pan in this one. Not clearly mentioned, but Jann usually prefers woman whilst Jack prefers men. It's why Jann is surprised Jack's first crush was a girl.

Jann is into soft exhibitionism. Very much enjoys the thrill of getting caught. Pretty evident in most of his fantasies.

Until the gym bathroom, Jack hadn't come for like two weeks, lmao.

Things I struggled with:

Trying to make Salter's beard sound hot in spicy scenes. I couldn't figure out a way to describe it, so I just NEVER MENTIONED it, despite it definitely still being there.

Positions!!!!! They end up incredibly limited in movement and actions. Though, that's part of why it's Jann's favorite fantasy.

There's only one good word for "kiss." Like what the fuck?

Not making spicy descriptions sound too repetitive. Hopefully each felt unique.

[dizzyizzyhands]

anotha one!

[lazarus-james]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Gran Turismo (Film), Gran Turismo (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jann Mardenborough/Jack Salter Characters: Jann Mardenborough, Jack Salter Additional Tags: I haven't written fanfiction in approximately a decade, But I need more of this ship, I also cannot drive (by choice), low-key angst, Pining, multi-chapter (i think), Mentor/Protégé, lust but also love Summary:

Two men and misunderstanding and coffee analogies.

[inseparableduo]

> Is legally banned from talking about the topic after what happened last time

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

i watched gran turismo and it was so so damn good

Also

You all know that I am adding Nicholas Capa to my muses