#YES. I LOVE READER LIKE THIS. YESSSSS. i just want to take care of my pookie wookie bear

[fatuismooches]

Omg i just got HIT with a thought. Don't really know if this is angst or fluff..

I feel like fragile!reader would have mother tendencies. Maybe in their childhood, their mother was absent. So they tend to mother the segments (no matter youngest to oldest) and prime dottore as well. They would probably unintentionally do it as well. I mother almost all of my friends😭

Considering Dottore's probable severe lack of attentive/loving parents, he would find your mothering confusing and annoying at first, in the Akademiya. What do you mean you want to take care of him? He doesn't need you to fuss over him, you two are barely friends (lies) and he can more than take care of himself. Yet you're insistent on helping him. The more he gets to know you and eventually falls in love, he begins to accept it, but he often lectures you not to do so much.

Especially with your illness sapping your strength now, the segments try to stop your mothering tendencies, but it doesn't work much of the time. You're able to give them all the love in the world, but you also ground them when needed. No one is going to stop you from asking how their day was or reminding them about that research report they need to submit or making them a snack when they've been working too long, even if they sometimes get annoyed at you. (Not Zandy though, he's happy to finally have a parental figure.) On the days when you're unable to do these things, they realize how empty and bland it is without you.

You would also get embarrassed when the tables are turned on you, or rather when the segments treat you the same way. You're probably used to doing things for others without repayment, so when you get treated so sweetly, you get a little bit shy. Dottore finds it adorable, and he wishes you'd be a little more selfish. Actually, a lot more, if he's being honest.

Unrelated thought: Since Arlecchino dropped, I've realized that she probably would not like Reader for obvious reasons. She could never condone Dottore's actions. However, on occasions when you meet her children, she sees how easily you get along with them regardless of their age. How they like talking to you. Despite your fussy nature, you have genuine intent. It's probably what the previous 'Mother' of the House would have been like if she was actually a good mother. You two will probably never see eye to eye, but at the very least, she trusts you more than your husband.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙written in the stars | DR3˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: age gap!!

summary: in which you both meet after break ups and mend each other, or in which the world focuses on the wrong things about your relationship

a/n: kind of an old request i never got round to but i fear i need to break up all the charles reqs with some daniel 🙏 hope u enjoy LOL

request!!!: can i req daniel ricciardo age gap fanfic pls plssss

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[dilfl0v3rss]

Think about this spoiled reader who parents gave her everything but when she meet Ony he shows her that it doesn’t work like that with him !!!!!!! 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

YES YES YESSSSS

you didn’t see yourself as a spoiled girl. your parents just loved you so much they gave you everything you wanted because they wanted you to have it. regardless, since they raised you with the thought that you’d be handed everything you wanted in life, it was very hard for you to keep a boyfriend. the men you’ve messed with either couldn’t handle you, couldn’t afford you, or both and you were sick of it. that was until you met your current boyfriend onyankopon.

you and ony have been going on dates here and there and they have been great. he always pays, always drives, and never has you lift a finger. you were living the sweet life and got to be the same “spoiled” girl you were with your parents. the two of you made it official five months ago and there hasn’t been any problems since. he fucked you the way you wanted, bought you what you wanted, and always made sure you were just happy as could be.

“ooouuu these are pretty!” you squealed as you practically snatched the pretty boots off the rack. ony chuckled behind you, loving the way your ass looked in your pretty mini skirt as you waited for a worker to approach you. “mama it’ll be quicker if you just ask em for help. waitin for an employee to see that you want something is crazy” you turned around towards your boyfriend, giving him an annoyed look before letting your irritation fall from your tongue. “well my mom and dad always had the employee come t’me. i never had to go to anybody when they would take me shopping” ony rolled his eyes at you. ‘here she go again’ he thought as he quietly walked away from you and too an employee.

as he came back with the woman behind him, he was annoyed to see you already trying on the pair of boots. “ma why you ain’t tell me someone came to help you” his annoyance was beginning to grow as he watched you roll your eyes at him before sliding your foot into the other boot. “didn’t feel like looking f’you” before he could lecture you, your disrespectful ass lifted your boot and lightly kicked it onto the thigh of his black sweatpants, the dust from the ground immediately rubbing on the fabric as you spoke without a care in the world “zip it for me papa. wanna walk around in em”

ony never really seen this side of you before, but he didn’t like it. he tightly grabbed your leg before sliding the boot of your foot and putting it down next to you. you rolled your eyes at him for the second time today, mumbling a “niggas can’t do shit right” before putting it back on and zipping them yourself. you pranced around the store, doing spins and twirls in the boots and stopping at every mirror to check yourself out. “i want emmm!” you obnoxiously yelled before walking back towards your irritated partner at the front of the store. “baby i want themmmm” ony looked down at your pretty face, honestly contemplating getting you the boots until he remembered the big ass dusk stain on his pants.

“no” the word when in one ear and out the other as you sat down and took the boots off, putting them back in their box before walking on line for him to pay. ony was honestly surprised at this behavior, his brown eyes watching you wait in line for over ten minutes until you were next up. you whipped your head towards him, already irritated that you had to wait on line before you spoke. “come here i said i want these” the way you spoke to him brought the attention of many other people in the store, including the cashier as she embarrassingly waited for one of you to speak. “m’not buyin you nun mama. you acting crazy right now”

your jaw dropped at his words. there was no way this man just told you no. your eyes instantly began to water with anger as you stomped off the line and i to ony’s face. “yes. you. will. get over there right now and buy me those fucking boots” anger quickly washed over ony’s features as he tried his hardest not to wrap his strong hand around your neck. the best he could do was walk away. everyone in the store took a deep sigh of relief as ony tried his best to deescalate the situation. you weren’t allowing that though. you followed him out the store, practically stomping as you went to grab his wallet from his pocket so you can get your boots. “fine i guess i’ll just take it”

as soon as your hand got close enough, you felt ony yank your arm towards him. his legs not missing a step as he practically dragged you to the family bathroom with him. as he let you go you quickly began raising your voice at him to show your frustration. “you just embarrassed me in there are you crazy? pull your fucking wallet out and get me my boots ony. or are you too broke?” you provoked him with a smirk, your heart beginning to race as you watched a smirk grow on his lips too. “you askin or you telling me mama?”

you were clearly telling him, but you didn’t dare answer his question. dread running through your veins as ony quietly walked behind you in the mirror over the sink. “i knew you was a little spoiled, but ian know you was this bad” your palms began to sweat as you listened to your boyfriends deep voice caress your ears. “m…m’not spoiled” ony ignored you, lightly grabbing the back of your neck before slowly bending you over the sink. of course you let him, his change in demeanor making your pussy soak through your panties. his eyes never left yours in the mirror, a stern look on his face as he slowly began to pull on the waistband on his sweats.

“i know your parents liked t’feed into that bad attitude, buying you whatever your spoiled lil heart wanted” ony slid your panties down as he spoke, his hard dick rubbing against your ass before be began to line himself up with your entrance.

“but i’m not them” he thrusted into you fully, not bothering to cover your mouth from the loud cry you let out into the air. the stinging stretch of his dick without prep made tears immediately well in your eyes as ony fucked you at an unrelenting pace. “you gon learn how to talk t’me cause ian gon give you whatever you want, but ima give you what you need” his thrusts were deep and robust as you tried your hardest not to scream. ony just watched you through the mirror, brown eyes raking over your pretty face and body as he finished his statement.

“right now what you need is a lesson, and im a damn good teacher mama”

it only took fifteen minutes for ony to have you whipped into shape. your legs wobbling at the two of you walked to the car from the mall. you could’ve swore you were hearing little squelching sounds coming from your pussy as ony’s thick load leaked out of you and onto your panties. like the gentleman he is, ony opened your door for you. giving you a kind smile before watching you sit down and put on your seatbelt. as he made his way to his side of the car, he opened the door and threw a small bag holding a new pair of sweatpants in the back before sitting down in his seat. “how you feel princess? been quiet since we left the mall”

you’re eyes quickly moved to his face, his smirk making butterflies move about in your stomach as you quietly replied. “m’fine daddy. want some ice cream” ony’s face quickly went from happy to stern, making your arousal begin to grow at the power he had over you. “c-can we get ice cream please baby?” a small smile grew on his face again as he started the car. ony put a strong hand on your thigh as he pulled out of the parking lot with one hand. “of course we can mama, being so polite” a smile spread onto your face now as you watched your boyfriend drive in the direction of the nearby ice cream shop.

maybe being good wasn’t so bad.

[fanaticsnail]

"Can You Buy Me Supplies?"

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Crack Dialogue

Summary: How the OP characters react to you asking them to purchase you sanitary items for your menstruation period. One sentence dialogue.

Robin, Franky, Chopper, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Nami, Usopp, Brook, Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Crocodile, Buggy, Shanks, Beckman, Doflamingo, Corazon.

Notes: this goes out to my afab!readers who experience menstruation. Little HC on how I think they'd react to your request. Enjoy!

Apprehensive Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @mfreedomstuff @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix

Reaching for your Den-Den Mushi shell, you punch the buttons on the back of the receiver to relay your request.

You: "Hey, would you mind if you could get some things for me while you're out? I've just started my period, and I'm out of supplies."

Robin: "Already did, love. I'll also purchase some comfort foods for Sanji to cook for you to get you through it. We'll be back soon!"

Franky: "Super! Absolutely, I can! Did you want anything else while I'm out?"

Chopper: "Sure! I'm also getting flavoured pain relief for you, sugar makes it go down easier. And a bubble boba-tea. You want milky or fruity?"

Zoro: "Didn't you get your period last month? Didn't we get enough of the stuff last time?"

Sanji: "I have prepared soup, a heated blanket, a special sitting space to read by yourself, and I'll pick you up whatever you need. Let me take care of you, my sweet."

Luffy: "Supplies for a period? Like meat? Like a meat period? A period where we're only eating meat?"

Nami: "Hey, we're in sync! I am keen on a night in. Wanna share snacks, books and be in our pajamas for the rest of the day when we get back?"

Usopp: "I think I can do that? It's not intimidating, and I'm not scared at all. But just in case you think I am, would you mind telling me exactly what you need so I don't get it wrong?"

Brook: "Yoo ho ho ho hoo. Absolutely I will."

Eustass Kid: "What size pussy ya got?"

Killer: "Do you want one of each of the sizes? Is there a preference to what type you want? Gotta help me out a bit, here."

Law: "Did you check my office steel cupboard? I've got the back ups in there. Are they the right size, or do you have a preference for a different style? Actually, while you're there, would you mind telling me if we're out of gauze strips and bandages? Do we have enough pain relief?"

Mihawk: "Check the drawer beneath the sink in your ensuite. I resupplied last week in preparation for your upcoming cycle. I also bought wine and dark chocolate. They're in the kitchen if you need them."

Sir Crocodile: "I'll send for some for you. While we wait: would you prefer if I embrace you to give you some body heat for comfort, or leave you alone to grit through the pain?"

Buggy: "Fuck yes, not preggo! Yesssss! Okay, I'm heading out. You want the usual, or do you want me to get you a different style? You know, shake it up for a change? Wanna try one of them cups that keep it all up in there? Hah, would a party popper work?"

Shanks: does not pick up the shell, and shows up the following week as if nothing happened. Beckman, however, sends you a care package with usual supplies with an apology on behalf of his captain's lack of care.

Beckman: "Just the usual, or do you want a weighted heating sack too? I can also pick you up some new pajamas and comfortable socks from the tailor beside the store. Tell me what you need."

Doflamingo: "No. Suffer."

Corazon: does not speak and taps the speaker end of the shell in alphabetised code "You. Want. Tampons. Or. Pads. ?. Can. Also. Get. Pain. Relief. Medication. .. What. Do. You. Need. ?. Do. You. Want. Chocolate. Or. Red. Meat. ?."

[anothermansjeans]

Can i rant about yt reader?

Yk how jenna marbles had another boyfriend before julien??

Yea the reader had a bf before spencer but nobody cares about that man.

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And when she is making a video cooking for some reason and she calls him like : "what would you say its a reasonable ratio of seasoning on a rack of ribs?" "What are you doing its 3 in the afternoon?" "Spencer its for a video, btw do you want to come over i have an entire rack of ribs i need to get rid of ☺️".

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*in a livestream*

Im gonna buy something for spencer😀

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Before she revealed his name or face, she has nicknames for him in her videos:

"you know the drill people, the prettiest boy in the world is coming over"

"i can take you to that side of the room because the man i kidnapped is there"

"the boy with the juciest lips and brains is taking me on a date tonight"

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Reading comments:

"i need him in me" *cue readers intense stare*

*What did you just said about my husband?* 😶

Love them

YESSSSS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

1. he who shall not be named is IRRELEVANT! but every once in a while, someone will watch her videos after not seeing them in some time and ask about him and all anyone will say is "we only know spencer 🤨"

2. I LOVE THIS! she's so silly and just loves listening to spencer's voice so she would ask literally any question! also, spencer needs her silliness in his life!

3. AHAHA YES!! and at just the MENTION OF HIS NAME....... the comments go wild (me too tbh)

4. I WOULD LIKE TO OFFER: "the holder of all brain cells is here!", "my boy bander boyfriend is coming over!" (boy band hair reid!! spencer told her about the comment hotch made and she was LIVING FOR IT), and "britannica is attempting to make dinner tonight" (the comments were very confused about that one, she she just smiled brightly and ranted on about how smart he is and how he's her personal encyclopedia 😭🫶)

5. the comments would be in bi-panic (i would know)!! two of the hottest people together??? they'd be in shambles. the comments are also the funniest thing in the world to reader-- they were funny before she started dating spencer but after word got around and when she finally showed his face, the thirst was real

[taffycandyqt]

Hi taffy!! Idk if anyone has done this but its been on my mind for a while now. YouTuber reader and editor donnie. Where Donnie has a little avatar that pops into videos and reader talks in the video to him for when he edits (kind of like a Markiplier and Lixian kind of thing?) Thanks soo much! Lots of love!

Yesssss!!!! I absolutely love Marks and Lixians dynamic! Oh this is gonna be so fun!

You didn't specify what version you wanted so I'm just gonna assume you want rise Donnie and do that👍

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Little Editor Boy

You found your video editor a couple years after starting YouTube. He's great at his job and you enjoy talking to him. You never met him in person though, so imagine your surprise when you find out he's a giant mutant turtle!

Rise Donnie x gn reader

Headcannons

Fluff

Before dating

Othello was the best person you had ever worked with and one of your closest friends.

You hired him after he had edited one of your videos for his own channel.

It was purely for satire but you loved his sense of humor and he was good at what he does.

Now you guys call practically all the time and he even feeds you ideas for new videos.

You loved pushing your dynamic on your videos too!

Talking to him like he was in the room with you and teasing back and forth like he was there responding to you.

It was fun!

You hated watching your videos but you loved to go to the parts where you "talk to him" just to see his witty comebacks.

He never ceased to make you laugh.

With all this though you've never met in person, nor have you ever seen his face.

He always avoids the topic or makes some sort of excuse.

No he doesn't have a working camera on any of his technological devices despite his fluency with the stuff, yes he really does live in Zimbabwe even thought he consistently talks about going to places exclusively in New York

Yes he is busy Ninja training, no that is not a lie, unfortunately he is planning on being sick the next two weeks that your free so guys can't visit each other.

Safe to say, you were done with his bull.

So on your next phone call you cornered him for the truth.

Little did you know that the truth was, he did want to meet you, but he couldn't.

Now it should be known that Donnie isn't ashamed of how he looks.

Is he aware? Yes.

Does he care? No.

If someone else has a problem with it, it's just that, their problem.

But with you, he wants you to like him, and he HATES that.

He wishes that taking the chance to meet you in person didn't scare him so much.

He doesn't want you to scream, run, call him a freak, and fire him!

So when you put him in tight position to meet you, he was kinda freaking out.

Not that his "bad boy" persona would ever let him show it.

Donnie's knee bounced under the table as he waited for you to come into the shabby diner you both decided to meet at. Purple hoodie and mittens with black jeans and sneakers. Normally he hated wearing all this junk but if he could avoid the inevitable freakout as long as possible then so be it. With his hood pulled up to shield his face from the occasional passer-by. The yellow lights flickered periodically and it made him wish he was back at his lab fixing up whatever project he felt like instead of watching that persistent technological annoyance.

The minutes ticked by and he was starting to wonder if you were coming at all. Maybe you had seen him from afar and decided you didn't actually want to meet him? Maybe you were freaked out? At this point he couldn't decide which one would distress him more. The prospect of meeting you or the idea that you no longer want to meet him. Panicked thoughts started rushing through his head and the plasticy covering of his booth seat was becoming increasingly uncomfortable the longer he sat there alone. If felt like he was in the splash zone waiting for a wave to smack him.

Before he can go any deeper into this panic though, you say down in front of him.

"Sorry I'm a little late. Hopefully five minutes wasn't too long a wait!" you laughed to yourself as you slid into the booth seat across from him.

"N-nope! All good here! A ha..." he mumbled awkwardly.

You both talked as your food came and he stayed draw in on himself and refused to let you see his face.

He would get more comfortable with the conversation as you talked and things seemed to be getting into a better note but his body language still seemed to stay uncomfortable.

You just kept the conversation up and hoped he would come out of his shell.

Nothing seemed to be working until you got on the topic of Jupiter Jim and you mentioned how underrated Atomic Lass and Atomic Lads dynamic is within the franchise and fanbase.

He'd sit up so fast that his hood flew off is face as he released an exasperated "EXACTLY!"

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

You didn't know what to expect but it wasn't green skin and less than human features.

Your bewildered staring clued him into his fatal mistake.

He'd sink back into the booth seat choking out an awkward forced laugh.

You so badly want to ask "What are you?" But that seemed a tad dehumanizing. Though you guessed he wasn't really human.

So after the initial shock wore off, you decided to say something a bit different.

"There's the face I've been dying to meet," you smiled.

"Pardon?" He looked up at you a tad surprised.

This was the first time he made eye contact with you since you got here.

"I haven't been trying to meet you in person for so long just so I could catch a glimpse of your fashion sense you know,"

After that he played it off like he knew you would react that way and immediately straightened his posture at the table.

The time there also got a bit more comfortable as you both chatted freely.

He still kept the hood on but was no longer using it to obscure his face.

Eventually you noticed his hands had been degloved and saw his green three fingers.

You didn't stare like you did at his face but you made a mental note to ask him about it later.

You were still curious okay?

While Dating

Once you two start saying it becomes increasingly obvious to you followers.

Your interactions with Donnie's little character slowly went from boss employee teasing to ridiculous romantic jokes to just straight up calling him pet names.

When you find out about Donnie's family and their mutant situation you were actually really interested.

Though it did make you a little sad at the realization that his behavior when you first met in person was because he thought you'd think of him differently.

Because of this one of your favorite names for him becomes "handsome boy" or "handsome man".

You'd ask him to edit something for you in one of your videos and when you were done explaining it you'd say "thank you my handsome boy!" And continue playing the game.

The first time this happened he was just watching the video to edit it like he normally does, only to get jump scared by the nickname.

Don't get me wrong, he loved the name, but he just didn't know what to think.

It took him a good ten minutes to recover from his flustered state of mind.

After he got out of it he would consider just editing that part out.

For.... reasons.

But ultimately left it in since the cut would be too awkward.

Needless to say your followers are BEGGING for an Othello face reveal and you just have to keep saying no😭😭

Outside of that you are like the OTP for Internet couples.

It gets to the point where you guys kinda become a meme

Some fan of a different streamer will talk about how that streamer and their partner and perfect for eachother and then one of your fans will just be like "yeah but are they as perfect as y/n and Othello von Ryan?"

It even evolves I into "peanut butter and jelly are the perfect pair" "not as perfect as y/n and Othello tho..."

or "UGH! GUYS! My fit EATS! Almost as much as y/n and Othello!"

It's all in good fun, and you find it absolutely hilarious.

Donnie is amused and anytime you show him these memes he simply nods and says something along the lines of "well I cannot disagree with objective fact."

Overall, very cute, very fun.

[starlightsuffered]

Do you think you could write a timmy fic where "it just doesn't fit" like, it hurts whenever they try, how gentle they are.

A/N - I’ve done ones like this before but here :)

It Just Doesn’t Fit

Info - angst, frustrated reader, oral/fingering (female receiving), virgin reader, big dick, using lube, unprotected sex, a bit of praise kink

“Just give it up,” I said, the feeling of sadness overwhelming me.

After a hard month of a difficult work environment and Timothée being gone often, I wanted to feel in control of something. My boyfriend suggest I pick the day we have sex for the first time.

We’d talked about it extensively over text. He would be my first and though many people had told me otherwise, I expected it to be magical. Timothée had promised he would make it as lovely as possible.

Now I felt like shit I lay in my own sweat and rose petals. I was hot and my hair was everywhere. It had started romantic until I’d cried out in pain Timothée had started to push in. It didn’t matter how many angles we tried. We were both grunting and frustrated.

He had offered to finger me or eat me out. We’d already done that and I wanted something new. I wanted one, just one of my plans to come through correctly. I didn’t want to feel like a failure in every aspect of life.

“Don’t bother, it’s just too big,” I sniffled. Suddenly, I was crying. I covered my overheated cheeks as the tears flowed. I tried to stop desperately but it just made my eyes well even more.

“Hey, no, baby,” Timothée said with concern lacing his tone.

“I just wanted one fucking thing to go right this month,” I snapped. I wasn’t angry with him, just the situation.

“Mon amour,” his voice was nearly a whisper that cracked with emotion. I heard a gulp from him and he laid his head on my chest. My hand automatically went to his hair. I made myself breathe more slowly.

“I thought, ‘well maybe even if my boyfriend is gone most of the time, I can at least give him some bomb pussy when he’s around’.”

“Oh baby,” he said mournfully. He pressed a chaste kiss to my exposed nipple. I shivered a bit.

“Look, I don’t want to force you, but I bet I can loosen you up a bit, and I’ve got lube,” he offered in a small voice.

“I want it,” I nodded.

“I know you’d imagine we’d get right into it, but you just need some prep baby, that’s expected. Don’t you dare worry about it, I’ve got you,” Timothée was smiling as he nearly blabbered.

“I want to make it good for you,” I said as I squeezed the last tears out.

“Honey, just let me take care of you. It is your first time. You’ve been going through hell. Let me help you,” he whispered.

I let him maneuver me. He gently spread my legs and kissed my inner thighs. His deft thumbs rolled circles on my nipples. I was already arching and relaxing. I was used to this, I didn’t feel a need to make it explosive because it was good every time.

“Yesssss, yes,” I gasped breathily. Timothée tongued at my clit for a bit before covering his fingers in the warming lube.

“Oh!” I jolted, my legs nearly closing as I felt the slick and tingling lube.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Timmy calmed me like a scared animal. I closed my eyes so I could relax again. His lips kissed up my stomach. He was leaving kitten licks and pecks. My breathing was getting to that familiar pant he made me do.

He nibbled at the place on my neck that made me crazy. My walls squeezed his long fingers. I let out a wanton whimper. My hands were all over him. Finally, his lips touched mine. I dove into the kiss.

I was pressing myself against him as much as I could. Somehow he was putting all of himself into this. I felt the warmth of his love and satisfaction with me. I could have cried. I’d been so lovely and anxious lately. He was making me completely melt.

He was kissing me with such adoration I hardly noticed when his hand changed over to his cock. He was milking the lube onto himself. I was shuddering at sounds of wetness.

“Want to try again?” He asked in a voice low and rumbling with need.

“Yes,” I gasped.

To my surprise he slowly, but surely, was sliding inside me. It still pinched a little but he seemed to adjust himself every so often so I wasn’t in so much pain. Finally, I felt his balls bump gently against me and I knew he’d bottomed out.

“You did it princess,” he breathed the praise. I couldn’t believe how wide I was smiling, in fact I was giggling. Timothée pressed his forehead against mine. He began to pump ever so slowly.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” I heaved in whispers of desperation and love.

“You feel so good. You feel like heaven,” he moaned. I loved the ways his brows furrowed in absolute pleasure.

“Fuck babbbbby,” I whined. I wrapped one leg around his waist and thrust upwards.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” Timothée grunted as he plunged inside me.

“So glad I could take your cock, so fucking happy I have this,” I groaned and threw my head back in bliss.

“My love, my girl,” he exclaimed and then he was all over my neck. He kissed and bit, giving me marks all over. I wanted to be littered with them. I wanted everyone to know who I belonged to. On those lonely nights when I felt like I could do anything right, I’d caress these bruises and remember this night.

“My cock belongs to you, my body, my heart, my soul,” he promised. His thrusts became faster as he fucked me. His hips snapped as he buried his face in my neck. He was mumbling praises and love into my ear.

“Gonna come,” I whispered.

“Let go on my dick for the first time,” he practically begged.

“Yes, oh fuck, my love, I’m fucking coming!” I cried out and arched against him. I felt my whole body tighten and then delicious release. I saw stars as every part of me exploded with intimate exhilaration.

Wetness and his own release mixed together. He was kissing me over and over as if it were all he knew. He had orgasmed as well, filling me with his gratification.

We were laughing now, all the stress falling away. It was sweet breathy kisses and whispered thanks to one another. It was like we were afraid to break the golden moment and the dreamy haze that surrounded us.

“Thank you my love. If you need it, I’ll carry you around tomorrow you will likely be sore,” he explained. He took my hand in his as he began to pull out.

“Cocky bastard,” I teased in a tight voice.

“I’m so happy I got to do that with you, so you can call me whatever you like,” he told me as he got the cloth to clean me and him up.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[criminalamnesia]

hi how's it going?? can you write an angst fic with a fluff ending with ser harwin strong. where:

harwin is the reader's sworn protector

reader likes him but is yet to confess

rhaenyra beds Harwin despite knowing her sister's attraction towards the man

and like after seeing the birth and resemblance of the third child, Joffrey, to Harwin, the reader has had enough of the pain of seeing that the rumours and indeed true and that they are having an affair she kind of does what laena did and orders her dragon to kill her but was saved by ser criston

but then after that incident despite the care given towards her, she then shares her reason as to why she'd done it to ser criston which was later on heard by harwin and rhaenyra which has pained the both greatly.

which was soon revealed that is really was not unrequited love but the Harwin's fear of being rejected by the reader has blinded his love which became the reason of him bedding rhaenyra.

oh and harwin does try to tell reader his feelings and was cut by queen alicent but the reader did know what he was about to say so they like spent their time trying to gain eavh other's trust back

soooo i dunno if i want them to just be friends as the reader is still hurting after many years or to finally be a couple after many years of pain and longing, uhmmm uo to you iguess.

yesssss kind of a long description but that's what im thinking sooooo if you ever do this thank you OMG!!!

Strangers

warnings: angst, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, not proofread, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n

summary: harwin was with rhaenyra, and there was nothing you could do.

author’s note: hiiii so sorry it took me so long to get to this request; college has kept me busy and I haven’t had inspiration to write. this definitely isn’t my best but I just needed to get something out there to try and break through writers block. I hope this is what you wanted :))

“Princess,” the voice of a servant startles you out of your reading. You glance up, finger falling to the word you’d ended on to save your place.

“Yes?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.

The servant smiled, taking an excited step forward as they spoke again. “Your sister has just given birth. Another boy, they say. She requests your presence immediately.”

“Alright, thank you.” You inhaled deeply, giving a small nod. You moved your finger from the page and gently shut the book. The servant turned and left the room without another word.

Once alone again, you gripped the edge of your desk, knuckles turning white with the force. Rhaenyra’s had another boy with Laenor.

Or so that’s what she would like the keep to believe.

You took another deep breath, releasing the table and smoothing down your skirts. You abandoned your books as you made your way into the corridor. Unsurprisingly, your sworn protector was nowhere to be found.

You didn’t have to ask. You knew where he was, even if you really didn’t want to believe it. You desperately didn’t want to believe it.

Ever since he had been named your sworn protector years ago, you had been in love with Ser Harwin Strong. You had thought he felt the same way– catching stolen glances, subtle touches, longing gazes. But apparently, he hadn’t.

He had grown distant a year after Laenor and Rhaenyra’s wedding. You didn’t understand why. The pair of you had been close– even closer than you were with your own sister.

You had guessed it was because he knew you fancied him, and he didn’t feel the same way. He was trying to but space between the two of you and let you down slowly.

You almost hated him for it.

And then you heard the rumors begin to swirl around. Rhaenyra, bedding another. Harwin Strong, too often at her side.

Harwin missing from his post at your door, or by your side. Rhaenyra sneaking glances at him. Her giggling to you as she spoke of him– oblivious to the fact that you were in love with him.

But you couldn’t say anything– couldn’t confront the heir to the throne. You would ruin her. How could you do that to your sister?

So you sat and watched from afar as the rumors grew and Rhaenyra became pregnant. You had been there at the birth. The boy, a brown-haired beauty.

A coincidence, right? The pair of you had Baratheon ancestors. Perhaps the brown had come from them.

The second child– brown and curly haired.

You could hardly stand it.

And now, a third. You suspected this one would look just like the others.

You made your way to the King’s quarters, hands clasped tightly together in front of you. People nodded to you as you passed, but you paid them no mind.

As you ascended the stairs and rounded the corridor to your father’s rooms, you heard a distinct, snide remark from Alicent.

“Keep trying, Ser Laenor. Sooner or late you might get one that looks like you.”

You fought back a frown as you stepped into the room, plastering a smile on your face.

“Rhaenyra, I’ve just heard. Congratulations.”

Rhaenyra, who had been sitting in a plush chair, smiled up at you. The baby was in her arms, sleeping peacefully. Your father stood proudly behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Laenor gave you a nod before he slipped from the room. Alicent gave a small smile.

“Thank you, sister. Would you like to see?”

“Of course.” You moved towards her, reaching down and gently taking the child into your arms. You looked down at his sleeping face and resisted the urge to cry.

This one was an exact image of his father– Harwin. There was no denying it. The rumors– the painfully obvious rumors– were true.

You cleared your throat, eyes darting back to your sister. “What’s his name?”

“Joffrey,” she replied, giving a small smile.

“I’m sure Laenor is very happy,” you replied.

Rhaenyra nodded.

“As are… others.” You added quietly, earning a frown from your sister.

You held the baby back out to Rhaenyra, who carefully took him back into her arms. She looked up at you, brows furrowed in confusion, but you just shook your head.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m to be at the dragon pit soon.”

“Of course.” Rhaenyra said, but you were already moving swiftly out of the room.

Once far enough away, a tear fell from your eyes. You quickly reached up and brushed it away, aware of the many eyes of the keep. You just had to keep it together until you got to your dragon.

“Princess, are you alright?”

A man called out to you as you passed, but you said nothing. You kept moving, almost jogging as you made your way to the dragon pit.

“Myrax,” you called as you stepped into the dark pit. None of the dragon handlers were to be found. That was for the best.

“Myrax,” you said again, moving towards where you knew her enclosure to be. The darkness of the pit almost felt comforting to you as you made your way to your dragon.

As you entered the large room, you spotted your dragon sleeping soundly. She was curled up on the ground, her breaths coming out in quiet huffs.

You smiled, your pain momentarily forgotten. Your dragon would always bring comfort to you. You moved forward, reaching a hand out to caress her snout.

“Myrax, wake up,” you spoke softly, gently rubbing the dragon’s scales.

Myrax’s eyes blinked open, the large yellow pupils staring right at you. You gave her a small smile, retracting your hand as the dragon rose and stretched.

“I’m not here for a ride, Myrax. I need you to do something for me,” you told her, watching as she looked down at you curiously.

You inhaled shakily, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. You almost couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Your eyes shut tightly, trying to work up the courage. Tears pushed past, flowing freely down your cheeks now. The dragon nudged you with her snout, giving a soft whine.

You almost didn’t want to leave her– it was a horrible thing, to break a dragon’s bond. But you could stand this no longer.

Constantly in Rhaenyra’s shadow. Having to watch from afar as she took the man you loved, as she had children with him, started a family with him. As she laughed with him and pulled him farther and farther away.

As she stole not only the man you loved, but your best friend.

You opened your eyes, taking in a steadying breath.

“Dracarys, Myrax.”

The dragon huffed loudly, her head moving back and away from you. You looked her in the eyes, silently pleading with her.

“Please, Myrax. Dracarys.”

The dragon whined loudly. You shook your head.

“Myrax, please do this for me. Dracarys, please. Dracarys.” You were sobbing, struggling to see the dragon through the tears in your eyes.

The dragon watched you for a moment longer, as if deciding, before reading back, opening her fanged mouth, and–

“No!”

Just as the dragon’s fire left her mouth, a body was tackling you out of the way.

“Princess, what are you doing?!” It was a man’s voice. The one who had spoken to you on your way here. He must have followed you.

He pulled you up from the ground, looking at you with concern. He held your arm tightly– but not enough to hurt. Just enough to be reassuring.

You blinked through your tears, finally able to see the man who had stupidly risked his life to save you.

Criston Cole.

“Why did you do that?” You asked him, pulling your arm from his grasp. He let you without a fight.

“Why did I stop you from killing yourself?” He gave a disbelieving huff, his brows furrowed. “Are you mad?”

“What do you even care?” You spat back, stepping around him and making your way back to Myrax. The dragon had lowered her head again, watching closely. “You hate my family.”

“I do not hate your family, Princess,” he said, which you gave a dry laugh to.

“Oh, alright. Whatever you say.” You reached out to your dragon once more, smoothing a hand down her neck.

“You have always been kind to me. We were friends. I still hold love for you in my heart,” he told you, slowly approaching you as if he was scared he might run you off.

“Besides, you and I share certain… animosities.” He added quietly, and you dropped your hand from your dragon.

He was talking about Rhaenyra.

You turned to face him. He was watching you intently.

“I do not hate my sister,” you said.

“Did I say that?” He replied.

You huffed, moving towards the exit. He stopped you, his hand shooting out to wrap around your wrist.

“Why did you do it?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You didn’t owe him any explanations. But he was right– you were friends, once. You were almost as close as he and Rhaenyra had been, before her wedding had happened.

He had kept his distance since then, but you remained civil with him, as he to you.

So that’s why you found yourself suddenly telling him this.

“The child. It’s Harwin’s, I know it. The others, too. I’m tired, Criston. I– he was my closest friend, my sworn protector. You remember? I thought he fancied me, as I did him, but he–”

You stopped yourself, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. None of it does. I was just tired, and making a mistake, and you saved me. So, thank you. But all is well now, and I’m going back to my chambers.”

He didn’t try to stop you again. He watched you go in silence, the gears in his mind turning.

—

The news of what had happened in the dragon pit reached the ears of Rhaenyra and Harwin only hours later. They had been sitting in Rhaenyra’s rooms when the man walked by, speaking too loudly to be a coincidence about what had occurred.

Rhaenyra and Harwin had shared a glance, and without another word, Harwin was moving out of the room and heading straight for your quarters.

When he reached the door, it was ajar. You were sitting at your desk, nose deep in a book. You didn’t look up as the door creaked open wider.

“Oh, thank you Lyla. I appreciate you getting me the tea–”

You looked up then, your words stopping at once. The presence beside you had not been your handmaiden, but Harwin Strong.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, quickly turning back to your book. You hadn’t spoken to him in days– there was no reason he should be here. Especially now that his third son had been born.

“I heard about the dragon pit,” he said.

You didn’t look up, but your heart skipped a beat. How had he heard about that?

“You don’t know anything,” you told him, playing it off as you tried to go back to reading your book.

His hand came down to gently rest on your shoulder, and you stiffened.

“I know what happened, Princess. And I know why.”

You sat there, suddenly frozen. Who had told him? Criston? Criston hated him, why would he–

“You know nothing,” you said again, moving to close your book.

“Princess, please,” he said, his voice full of worry. His hand moved from your shoulder to your chin, gently taking it to make you look at his face. “I know.”

You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have this conversation with him. You didn’t want to even look at him, in this moment. You didn’t want his pity, his comforting words. You wanted none of it.

“Leave, Ser Harwin.” You told him. The man didn’t move.

“Leave.” You said again, sterner this time. You pushed his hand away from your face. He still didn’t move.

You were standing now, pushing at his chest. “I said leave! Go!”

He still didn’t budge– just looked down at you with worry and hurt.

“Get out! Harwin, leave!” You cried, hitting his chest. You hands clanged harmlessly on his armor.

He took your wrists into his hands and pulled you into his chest. You sobbed freely now, giving in to the gesture. There was nothing you could do to make him leave. He had always been stubborn.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I- I didn’t know.” He was speaking to you softly as he held you close. “You didn’t say anything, and Rhaenyra was there, and I– I didn’t know.”

You sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly. Harwin released your wrists to wrap his arms around your middle. You didn’t reject the embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and you knew he meant it.

“This can’t be fixed,” you told him. He nodded, sighing sadly.

“I know,” he whispered. “But I’d like to try.”

You said nothing for a moment, swallowing down the rest of your tears, before slowly nodding.

“You can try.”

[mentallyinvernation]

Trope Game

Ahh, thank you to the lovely @bazzybelle for the tag!!!

I'm not picky when it comes to tropes tbh (at least I don't think so haha) I'll probably read anything if I'm in the right mood.

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don't care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age gap: +4 I'm not usually drawn to fics with major age gaps, but y'know, if the plot speaks to me I'll give it a go lmao

Codependency: +5

Okay in angsty scenarios yes please. It's about the trust. the growth. the tendernessssss.

Or! It's about the dead!dove whump of it all, and yes.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +10

I WILL EAT THIS SHIT UP IDC. Less so obsession, but the possessiveness and jealousy? GOD. Sign me the fuck up. You've instantly won me over - especially if there's some kind of marking kink going on.

Dreamling are such sluts for this trope lmao

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +1000

ELITE. All of my favourite ships come back to this. You can't go wrong. Something something he was sunshine, I was midnight rain 

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +100

Look it's about the sexual tension. Are they flirting? Fighting? Nobody knows. Everyone is too afraid to ask. It's about both characters pretending they're not in love with each other. It's about the oh-no moment when said characters realise they're in love with each other. It's the star-crossed nonsense of it all.

I love it. God-tier trope.

Friends with benefits: +4

Not really my go-to but I have read some fics where this is done SO well.

Sex to feelings: +7

Yes.

Fake dating/relationship: +8

I'm such a sucker for these stories lmao. Especially if one character knows they're in love with the other before agreeing to fake date. The point where the lines start getting blurry between what's pretend and what's not is just *chefs kiss*.

Friends to lovers: +7

I mean, I like this trope, it's pretty much the baseline of most fics I read. But you need more tropes for flavour. Admittedly I'm more of an enemies-to-lovers person. Well, no, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. THAT'S where it's at.

However saying that, Dreamling does friends to lovers very, very, very fucking well.

Found Family: +9

GIB. I love all the found family tropes.

Hurt/Comfort: +10

Yesssss. Sucker punch me with angst. I'll thank you for it. Just burrito blanket me with comfort afterwards. I love this trope, especially if the character going Through It is a pathetic little meow meow anyway.

Love Triangle: nope.

Just not really my thing. I've tried a few fics that have done this, and every time it's ended with the author getting hate from readers who wanted a different ending with the other love interest, and the comment sections were just war zones. However that's my experience with the trope, so take it with a pinch of salt.

However, if it's a love triangle that turns poly, I fucking love that shit. Especially if they're all being idiots about it. Rating for that is: +50

Poly, open relationships: +10

The only issue I have with this trope is keeping track of everyone's arms and legs while writing smut lmao. Otherwise, an absolute god-tier trope.

Mistaken/hidden identity: +3

Uhhhhh, idk It really depends on the context for this one. I don't think I'd go searching for a fic like this, but if it's propped up by some other tropes I'd probably read it.

Monsterfucking: +50

No notes. Another god-tier trope.

Pregnancy: +6

This is a weird one for me. I like pregnancy fics if that's what I set out to read, but generally, if there's an unexpected pregnancy halfway through a story I lose a bit of interest. UNLESS we're working in omegaverse.

Accidental baby acquisition is always a fun trope as well.

Second Chance: +4

No strong feelings on this one tbh.

Slowburn: +100

YESSSSSSSSSSS. Make me stay up past 3am with my eyes burning, mumbling about how these two fuckers just need to get it together and kiss already so I can sleep.

Soulmates: +1000000

AND THEY WERE SOULMATES. *sobs*

There are so many creative ways to go about this trope, and I love all of them. And then there's the world-building that goes on in soulmate universes. Admittedly, I don't read these very often anymore, but when I do they always hit so good.

Tagging (but absolutely no pressure): @sleepsonfutons @spockandthings @mallory-x @meadowziplines @thranduilland @phinofthestorm @beauty-of-nyx @serenailith @janimoon

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LDMOLT 9

• goddayummmm she did not just had a wet dream in the plane 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

• ‘I’m happy to get a translator??????’ THE AUDACITY OF THAT BITCH not that i’m complaining if this gets her and yoongi in the same bed but still! racism of all goddddd

• ahahahaha bringing astrology in here is SO YOUUUU

• whoa whoa whoa did we just admit we have a voice kink!!! PROGRESSS

• “Okay I’m ready to go win a Grammmy now!!” he is so fucking cute 😭 what happened to my PROD asshole

• did that just happen!!! i mean i was expecting it but not like this or so soon! looks like we are way too used to them just orbiting around each other

• well fuck! i’m well FUCK!

the karaoke was so cute and i’m so glad they’re finally off the edge and are having fun like they should! because they deserve it so much!!

Mochi is as usual relentless! you kept saying it’s long but honestly it didn’t feel like it because it’s so smooth! the only thing i think that’s remaining now is their talk in the morning!

the explanation as to why the reader is so edgy about having any kind of relationship with co workers also came up! but well this has already been way past controlling anything!

my fav bunnies are finally fucking like two human beings obsessed with each other telling each other what they want exactly!

i’m so so so happy to see the progression as far! I wonder though if yoongi will remember this in the morning!

we are also sleeping in the same bed and cuddling 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 god you dummies!

this was so hot and fluffy at the same time! and this series is way too close to my heart

thank you for delivering as usual! i hope you’re resting and taking care of yourself

love ❤️

Thank you for writing:)

AHHHHH LET'S GET INTO IT 🤪

skdjhfsfd the airplane dream can you believe 💀 let's just hope she wasn't talking in her sleep 💀💀💀 and listen we all know how i feel about realism so i was like let's throw in the realest thing of all: ✨american racism✨

LET THE RECORD SHOW IT TOOK ME NINE CHAPTERS TO GET TO AN ASTROLOGY MENTION lmaooooo i mean did we already decide months ago that reader is a taurus, yes, but,

can you believe they're actually COMMUNICATING (kind of) and TOLERATING EACH OTHER (mostly) and ADMITTING FEELINGS (okay that one's just yoongi right now 💀) like who even are these two

i really really loved writing the ktown scene, these two needed to have a fun night together and i've been DYING to write them as drinking partners (you know, in circumstances where they aren't talking about dead parents and almost attempting suicide sdjkflsfd)

ahhhh it means the world that this didn't feel long to you 🥺 16k felt a little ridiculous to me but my heart really wanted this whole weekend to be one chunk, like just reader and yoongi in their lil bubble 🫧💜 i'm so glad the pace still felt easy to read!!

and yesssss 🫠 we got some more insight into her last relationship and her trust issues lmao !! when you've been burned once your brain can freak out about what feels like repeating the pattern, part of why she's been struggling so much with all of this!

we're gonna have to see what happens in the morning 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

thank youuuuu so much love!!! to hear that this series has had an impact on you means everything bc i love these two sooooo so much 😩 and i'm so glad you're enjoying, thank you for reading!! 💜

[dancingtotuyo]

Great chapter! It’s so conflicting!!

I definitely love Bonnie and Joel together so much, they’re so cute together and work so well together. But obviously they’re in a shitty and complicated situation and it sucks that they have to get through the shitty stuff to eventually get to the good!

I honestly have such trouble truly feeling bad for Tommy. I know he has his problems but he’s an adult and father and it’s his responsibility to take care of his problems. But he just never did and ended up in jail and became even worse then. His wife is at home with his son, taking care of him and everything else and he can’t even be bothered to be the slightest bit present or thankful. (I probably would’ve send him some divorce papers at some point during these 2 years tbh.)

He says in the letter that he wishes he could be better for them but he could! He could be better but he chose not to be. He went to jail yeah, but he never took responsibility for all of his actions. I’m actually dreading him getting out because I can only imagine how terrible it’s going to be…

Is there going to be any cheating from Tommy in this story? Because right now I can definitely see him getting drunk and not giving a shit lol (if you want to share! If not just ignore this question hahaha)

And Nathan calling Joel Daddy 🥺 my freaking heart. That poor little boy. Just for him, I wish the reader would be a bit tougher with Tommy and not let him get away with being such an asshole. I can understand that he doesn’t want his son to see him in jail (shouldn’t have fucked up so bad then… lmao) and everything but he’s had absolutely no interest in his life??? He can’t even be bothered to properly talk to him on the phone. And that little boy deserves so much more than that and I’m glad he has Joel in his life for that 🥺 Joel as a boy dad has my entire heart actually. (Can we just imagine Nathan with a little toy tool belt and hardhat? wanting to help Joel with stuff around the house and he follows him around everywhere and copies Joels hands-on-hips stance?? Ugh yes please.)

I’m so curious to see what’s gonna happen next and I really hope reader and Joel get to be happy together at the end 🥺 I’m sure there’s gonna be plenty of angst first haha! Reader, pls don’t let Tommy suck you in again. He’s been nothing but terrible to you and you deserve so much more 🥺

Can’t wait to read more 💕💕

Hello dear anon!

I have read through this so many times because it fills my heart with joy to know that people care about this story so much to send PARAGRAPHS of their thoughts to me!

Yes, obviously Bonnie and Joel are in a shitty situation. This isn’t the first time they’ve had to partner up but it is the first time in dealing with Tommy being a dick. It’s the first time Joel has really had to pick up the pieces (though he’s been doing that for 2 1/2 years now).

I do think reader has been tougher with Tommy in the past, but I think she’s tired of fighting for it. Tommy isn’t even fighting her. How exhausting it is to fight when the other person won’t even do that. He’s gone apathetic and she doesn’t know what else to do but hope he snap out of it. But obviously, it’s taking its toll.

IF Tommy cheats. It won’t be because he doesn’t care. I know it may not seem like it- but none of this stems from Tommy not caring. Dude’s got trauma from the war (and prison) that he doesn’t know what to do with. He doesn’t know how to talk about it or process it. (Let’s remember it’s the 90’s too. Mental health care and support groups weren’t huge). To me, Tommy’s issue is that he doesn’t feel worthy and when he doesn’t feel worthy, he ends up pushing reader away.

THAT PICTURE YOU PAINTED OF NATHANIEL! Yesssss. Ugh! And a big yellow hard hat that’s too big for him. Picture him telling everyone he’s “uncle Joel” at Halloween 😭😭😭

You’re welcome in the inbox any time

Thank you! 💕

[slasherwife]

Slashers asking their future s/o on a date?

YESSSSS

Slashers asking Y/n out

Summary how does your slasher overcome his anxieties to ask the love of his life/crush (aka you😍) on your first date?💕

Warnings Bo says a few bad words in Vincent’s part, otherwise none. Reader’s gender not specified!

Tommy

The most embarrassed, chaotic, and nervous of the slashers. Yes, even more than Jason. He has a a lot of expectations down on him from Hoyt and even from Luda. And he cares deeply. He needs it to be perfect for you and for him 💕

Luda becomes his confident. He’ll be attached to her for emotional support as well as asking her countless questions about how he should do this, and if he should do that, and Luda how does my hair look? My Lord he is so precious😖💕

He makes it SUPER special. When it actually happens, you are presented with a bouquet of flowers, Tommy’s emotional eyes as he is distracted by your extreme beauty. He gives you a decorated envelope with flowers inside and his scratchy handwriting, “Would you like to go on a date, Y/n? Signed, Tommy.” 💓💕

and Luda is in the corner swooning over the moment 😭

Jason Vorhees

He isn’t a very formal go-to. I feel like he would not formally ask you out on a date. Instead, while he watches you read/draw peacefully by the window sill one summer morning, he beckons you to walk outside with him 🥺💕

It would be unintendedly sweet💘He would pick flowers all along the way from trees and flowerbeds, braiding them into your hair/into a flower crown to put on your head, along the peaceful morning walk, making you look absolutely ethereal.💕💓

It’s so domestic and soft. Then when you get back he would put together some tea/coffee while you take the pound cake out of the oven and sit down for breakfast. 11/10 informal date 🥺💓

Michael

“Ask”? Lol. To be quite blunt, Michael won’t be “asking”. You will instead find yourself asking him to carry you as you are having a nice but very long walk through the back country of Haddonfield, under the stars😌💓

His dates are pretty intense. Michael has a lot more stamina than you so his idea of a nice walk is quite literally straight walking for hours at 3 AM. Your circadian rhythm is practically screaming at you, as you struggle to keep your eyes open😭Nontheless, Michael is more than happy to carry his s/o😊💕

He does put effort in though! When the time comes, he will most likely come to you with his jumpsuit cleaned and ironed, with your perfume on his collar. He’ll (for the first time) gently take your precious hand in his and lead you out the door for a walk under the stars🥺💕(not like you’d decline lel he’s hot asf—)

Bo Sinclair

This silly bastard will somehow insult you in the same breath as asking you out. Your his crush of a lifetime, and he has spent the entire time teasing you while finding reasons to hang out with you as well🥺💓His love language is being rude.

Is he nervous? Absolutely. He will be sweating under his collar, his cheeks a little red even though he blames it on the heat. It’s a time where he begins to second guess himself. What if you don’t like him because he’s too mean to you? *begins to pour over many regrets*😭💕

The sight of you is enough to destroy all his anxiety. He eventually shows up at your doorstep. It all fades away when you open your door, your perfect, beautiful face and those sweet doe eyes looking up at him💕*now he’s his cocky self again—* He’ll use that smooth voice of his, saying he wants to go to the diner down the street, and you with him. When you agree he can’t stop the stupid smile that spreads on his face🥺💓

yes, y’all kiss on the first date and it’s amazing😌💓

Vincent Sinclair

Now he just considers never asking you out. He’s the type of love interest that would enjoy you from afar, and your smiles and voice would be enough to fuel his fantasies until he died. It will take a LOT for him to ask you out🥺💓

It was his brother who pushed him. Bo didn’t exactly mean to encourage him but it struck Vincent that way💘 “If you don’t stop feeling sorry as fuck for yourself Y/n’s gonna leave your ass.” It was hit in the face, not only the truth but the fact that Bo was already referring to Vincent and you as exclusive🙈💕

The sweetest moment. So one morning when Bo takes off for the bar and Lester is God knows where, Vincent shows up at your door. He gifts you a wax sculpture of a flower💓the most detailed flower you’ve ever seen. he gingerly takes your hand in both of his, and places a note in your palm “will you go on a date with me?” It was such a gentle, precious moment you almost cried😭💓

[thedanoriddler]

✨ Edward Nashton (Riddler) With a Curly Haired!reader - Headcanons ✨

Warnings: none; I’ve tried to be as gender neutral as possible and not even mentioned specific hair lengths. There’s a brief mention of him being Riddler and doing Riddler stuff™️, and you’re aware he’s Riddler in this scenario? But nothing too murder-y, this is basically fluff

This nonsense is inspired by the fact I curled my short pixie cut, my mother family criticised and hated it, and not a lot else but also the fact I spent years straightening my hair within an inch of its life, hating even the slightest wave in my hair, so… yep!

You’re so scared when you start going out with Eddie that once he sees your hair in all its untamed glory, he’ll be less into you or something - which could not be further from the truth

Look, the man wraps his head in clingwrap and his hair is kind of flat because of it so seeing you with full on beautiful voluminous curls??? Instantly he’s in love

He’s obsessed with your curly hair, like literally obsessed with it to the point it’s not even funny

With your permission, he likes to touch your curls, almost like petting them, because they’re so??? soft??? He can’t for the life of him get over how soft your curls are, or how they feel against his fingers???

He’s always careful not to pull too hard when he runs his fingers through your curls, as if scared that he’ll pull them out of their shape or something

^ This is also nice because your hair gets tangled sometimes, and he doesn’t want to pull on a tangle in case he potentially hurts you in the process

Honestly, sometimes he wakes up in the morning while you’re there still asleep, and he just stares in awe at you and your messy bed head of curls

You’ll be embarrassed about how messy it looks, but Eddie’s just like “omg 🥹” and it’ll make you feel so warm inside

When it’s super humid and your hair frizzes, he still thinks you’re super cute even when you’re pouting and hating it

You complaining you hate your hair and Eddie being like “you shouldn’t! I love it!” Because it’s all you, and he absolutely thinks you’re perfect the way you are

If you so much as mention straightening your hair or changing it so it’s not curly anymore, he full on whines and pleads with you not to because “(Y/N), noooo, your hair is perfect like this please don’t change it, please 🥺”

He wouldn’t force you to not change it, if you really wanted to then he’ll accept it, he loves you anyway, but he just??? loves??? your??? natural??? curls?? so much 🥺

It really makes him sad when you say you hate your hair, because how could you hate any part of you??? Who could hate anything about you???

Let’s be honest, the main reason behind wanting to change it usually is because of family or other people being dicks

If your family makes comments about your curls - “oh, I liked it better straight” “that looks like a mess” “you can’t go out like that!” - or coworkers/other people laughing at your hair, expect Eddie to be fucking furious about it and to praise your hair even more

Him on stream as Riddler taking a moment away from discussing killing and violence to rant talk about you yet again and the chat erupting into hearts when he talks about you being self conscious about your hair, especially after your family or co workers have made mean comments

“yesssss curls ftw 💜” “fuck the haters curls are cool!!!” kinda stuff and you see the chat (because of course you’re behind the camera reading the chat) and just blush so hard

Yes his followers all adore you even though you’ve not been on camera lmfao he talks about you so often it’s almost ridiculous

Honestly just the thought of Eddie running his fingers through your curly hair, both of you soothed by the feel of it, so warm and comfortable together 🥹😊

[fairyoftbz]

spring tenderness | l. sangyeon

🌱 word count: 2.1k 🌱 pairing: dad!sangyeon x mom!reader 🌱 genre: tooth-rotting fluff, dad!au, very domestic! au 🌱 tw: mention of food, past pregnancies and breastfeeding 🌱 synopsis: just a cosy morning where you spend some time with your husband and your two boys, Hyungseo and Youngjae. (yes i took kevin and eric’s korean names, don’t ask) 🌱 a/n: i’m not used to write this kind of au but it was so soft and domestic, i’m pretty sure that sangyeon will be a good dad one day 🥺🥺💖 i’m tagging @staywithmoon bc you wanted to read it and i can only thank you for that bub! <33

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You smiled when childish laughter erupted from the garden, the sound warming your heart at your son's joy. The curtains in the children's bedroom filtered the sunlight, generating a subdued and colourful atmosphere. Your son was in a deep sleep, his tiny shut fists resting delicately at the sides of his head, his pacifier moving to the rhythm of his breathing. With the back of your finger, you tenderly stroke his cheek, a joyful smile on your lips.

You sighed lightly, remembering your husband's reaction the day you announced the good news. When you first learned that you were going to be a mother, you weren't sure what to think. Sangyeon's potential bad reaction terrified you, having no idea how well he was going to take this news. The weight had come off your shoulders as he fell to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement, you knew you wanted to live this experience with your boyfriend by your side.

Three years have passed since that wonderful event, and it's safe to say you've never been happier. A beautiful, healthy little boy had joined your pair, and Sangyeon had become an overprotective father, always ready and prepared to take care of his son by relying on the many readings and Internet researches that he had completed during your pregnancy. While you were feeding your son or resting, he would transform into a man-of-all-work and help around the house. It took a huge weight off your shoulders, just like when he woke up instead of you to soothe your child who was struggling to sleep through the night, allowing you to sleep and recharge your batteries. Your husband made a great daddy and loved you and your son to death, showering you both with unconditional love.

You announced your second pregnancy on his birthday, a few weeks after returning from your honeymoon. You stumbled across a video in which a woman was giving her husband baby clothes for his birthday on social media, and you decided that it was a creative idea and did the same.

During all these years of living together and this new experience as parents, Sangyeon had decided that you were the one with whom he wanted to settle in and share his life, proposing to you two years after your son's birth. The preparation for this fabulous event had brought you together a lot, and your skills in relationship communication had evolved exponentially.

Here you are now in a life of four, living in a house with a dog and a garden, a place your oldest son loved almost more than his bedroom and his toys. He spent most of his time there when the weather was nice and warm, having fun playing soccer with his father. He also loved making angels when the snow was in abundance, the smile that radiated on his face filled you with the greatest happiness in the world.

Taking your new born son in your arms, you rocked him gently against you, feeling his warm body all wrapped up in his pyjamas against your chest. He struggled to open his eyes and let his dummy fall against his chest. He was so cute that you couldn't suppress a smile, your son returning almost instantly the second his eyes met yours. The big brown orbs he got from his father held a lot of love, and his little feet wriggled in excitement when you kissed his forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Your thumb stroked his cheek, and he continued to gaze at you in awe, your heart softening with tenderness as he let out a gurgle to answer. Gently fixing his position in your arms as his cheek rolled against your chest, his eyes still misted with sleep bored into yours as he slowly emerged from his slumber.

Opening the patio door to the balcony, you tightened your cardigan around yourself as a light wind blew, creating a slight chill in the comforting morning heat of late spring. Your eldest son was chasing a foam ball, your husband standing in front of the miniature goal that reached his thigh, purposefully missing the ball for your son to score.

"Goaaaaaaaal!" Your other son threw his little arms in the air and ran around the garden, your dog following him with his tail wagging. Sangyeon shrugged but smiled, amused by your son's attitude and enthusiasm. You smiled too from your spot on the balcony, gently cradling your other son in your arms. "Good job, Hyungseo!" Your husband looked around the living room for a short moment, looking for you, but he gave you a smile you couldn't imagine brighter when he noticed you up there, congratulating your son for his accomplishment, but the latter didn't hear you.

Once he finally stopped, breathless, Sangyeon walked over to him while chuckling, bending down to be at the same level with him. You watched your husband whisper something into your son's ear, who almost immediately looked up at you. You gave him a little wave with a smile, and he came running up, locating himself just below the balcony, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Mom! Hi Youngjae!" He moved his small hands from side to side, and you gave him a flying kiss, Sangyeon lifting him from behind to settle him on his shoulders. He laughed as he kept waving, sending him a playful wink in return as you couldn't reach him. 

Your husband grabbed Hyungseo's hands and started running around the garden, still with him on his shoulders, a crystal-clear laugh falling from their lips as they were brimming with energy already so early in the morning. You walked down to the garden, and they stopped when they saw you, Hyungseo touching the ground again. He ran to you as you sat in a lounge chair, watching his younger brother with attentive eyes.

"Are you going to feed him, Mommy?" He asked, and you nodded, making sure your new born was comfortably positioned in your arms. "Come on Hyungseo, let's go make some bread and jam, hm? Youngjae needs to be calm to eat. We can come back to them as soon as we prepared breakfast, okay?" Your husband explained to your child, whose face immediately lit up at the mention of food. “Yesssss!" Your son exclaimed and clapped his tiny hands, Sangyeon gently pushing him inside the house. You looked up smiling, closing your eyes for a quick second as he kissed your lips. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," his hand came to cradle your cheek, and you nodded, enjoying the tender gesture.He kissed your forehead before striding towards the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him.

You took the opportunity to breastfeed your son, who had his tiny hand resting against your chest, trying to cling onto his food source as your two other boys bustled about and laughed in the kitchen. Your thumb stroked his chubby cheek and you beamed, the tightness you felt in your breast from the milk not being able to compete with the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

"Here you go Mommy," your son's frail voice reached your ears again as your gaze stared into space for a brief moment out of exhaustion, your hand still against your child's face. Hyungseo was holding a tall glass of juice with his two hands, Sangyeon appearing again, balancing three plates in his hands. He put two on his side and one at the other end of the table where Hyungseo usually sat. You kissed your son on the forehead as a thank you and took a few sips, feeling the sweet, pulpy liquid run down your neck and quench your thirst.

"Breakfast served for the best mom in the world," he handed you a plate with two slices of toasted bread spread with butter and honey cut into small squares, smiling at the fact that he had thought about you and your health. "Thank you very much honey," he kissed the top of your head and watched for a few moments Youngjae in your arms as he suckled quietly, his finger caressing his tiny, plump arm. "He's just as handsome as his mother," Sangyeon muttered before looking up at you, a tender smile on his face. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, your heart going fuzzy at the notable sweetness and sincerity behind his words. 

Your husband sat down with Hyungseo and began to enjoy breakfast, chatting and exchanging looks with great affection. You had never been so complete, and you could only thank life for making your path cross with Sangyeon's. He gave you a wink and quickly wiped off the chocolate spread that decorated the corner of your son's mouth with his finger before bringing it to his own mouth, the latter asking a lot of questions about his little brother and his health. 

He was indeed going through the phase when curiosity was the only thing on his mind, your husband sometimes losing patience as your son wondered about anything and everything. Fortunately, he hadn't yet been amazed at how he and his little brother were created and brought into the world, but it won't be long in coming.

"Mommy! Are you coming to play with Daddy and me?" Hyungseo ran to the rocking chair in which you always fed Youngjae, your eldest child stroking his little brother's skull with his hand. "No Hyungseo, leave Mommy alone, she needs some rest. Nourishing a child can get pretty exhausting for your mother, but she will come and play soon," Sangyeon explained as he carried the plates to the kitchen, his body in the glass doorway. He nodded to his son to follow him, and he obeyed, a sad pout decorating his lips. "Honey, I'll come and play with you after I put Youngjae to bed for a nap, okay?" Sorrow left your son's eyes almost immediately, beaming as he heard his father call him from the kitchen. "Come on, go help Daddy with the dishes. Mommy promises to take care of you as soon as possible," he trotted back to your chair and pressed his lips on your cheek in a slobbery kiss before running to the kitchen. 

You chuckled through your nose when you heard Sangyeon scold him for running around barefoot before shifting your attention back to your son, who was looking at you with a lot of admiration in the eyes. Giving him a lovely smile, your thumb came to caress his cheek again, a wave of relief flooding your chest as he finally let go of your breast. After you burped him, you were about to go upstairs to change his diapers, but Sangyeon emerged from the kitchen right at the same time, smiling at the sight of you cradling your son on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it," he winked at you before taking his son from your arms and kissing him on the forehead, Hyungseo walking up to you to hug you, his little arms struggling to wrap themselves around your thighs. "Come on, Hyungseo, let's brush our teeth and then we'll play, okay?" He nodded, still leaning against you, and you took his hand, leading him to the second floor, following the same path your husband had taken a few seconds ago. 

Being the big boy he wanted to be and in a hurry to get back to playing with his foam ball, your oldest awkwardly brushed his teeth on his own, putting toothpaste all over his face and fingers. You lowered yourself to his level and showed him the right movements he needed to do to brush his teeth properly. Sangyeon was in the corner of the room, a smile on his lips as he changed your son's diapers, moved by the attention you paid to your children's education. He gently wiped Youngjae clean and tickled his belly once he was done clipping the press studs of his bodysuit, your son immediately giggling at his father.

"Everything's good, you can go back to play, but don't run down the stairs," you ruffled your son's hair with a tender hand, Hyungseo dashing outside the bathroom. You were about to raise your voice, but you listened to him go down the stairs one by one with a content smile, satisfied that he obeyed you. "Thank you," you mumbled, wanting to take your son off the baby-changing table, but Sangyeon was quicker.

"You already carry him all day, let me relieved your back and take care of him," you rested his head on his shoulder as he hugged your son, feeling a hand cling to your cheek, making you laugh as Youngjae also wanted to participate in this moment of tenderness. "Come on, let's go downstairs before our other one gets all jealous," you chuckled before kissing your son then husband, letting him grab some sunglasses and a little hat for your son. 

Grazing the railing with your fingertips, you sighed with ease, feeling loved and cared for by the three men who lived in your house. You used to have many doubts and insecurities about motherhood, but your husband's help and support had erased them all. You were happy to be a mom, and nothing could change that.

[pfreadsandwrites]

I just can't stop thinking about Sakumo playing with his grandchild and reader watching them but accidentally falls asleep (because she's just so exhausted from taking care of the child while Kakashi is off saving the village) with Kakashi walking in on the sight omg his heart would swell with joy! And Sakumo then later being the one to fall asleep with baby on his chest, baby fast asleep because of all the stimulation they've gotten all day. And then it's readers turn to take care of dear father in law!

And while they're both awake taking care of child, they can have bonding time. Maybe there's been a little strife between Kakashi and reader. Just enough for reader to want to open up to someone but not sure who, until eventually she's so comfortable with Sakumo that it feels natural to confide in him, even if he is Kakashi's father. Who could give her better insight into Kakashi after all?

Ahhhh I'm sorry, I hyperfocus on things like this a lot, and don't worry about time factors or anything like that. That being said I might end up writing my own version of it, which I hope you would be ok with and of course I'll give you credit for if I eventually do.

YES YES YESS!!! This is basically what was running through my mind. I wanted to incorporate Kakashi somehow so I love the idea of him coming home and seeing them all bond like this. I know Sakumo is alive in this scenario but I still feel like their family is small and broken and just the two of them so to see it get bigger (and for there to be a feminine presence after not being one since the death of his mom) this would just be so overwhelming for him and would mean a lot to them both 😭

And the baby totally loves their grandpapa, I already have this idea in my head where I'm thinking about Kakashi having a child in a canon-compliant setting, where the baby is giggling a lot and Kakashi and Y/N are like 'why is he smiling at nothing' and it's because lil baba Hatake is being visited by his granddaddy that only he can see 😭 you know, because babies can supposedly see ghosts and stuff.

Yesssss absolutely, Sakumo would know exactly how to help and what to say, he just seems so wise and he would never judge her or anything like that.

I just wonder how things would be different for Kakashi if he never died, what kinda person would he be, but I'ma try not to get too caught in the details and just think about the fluff lmao.

Nooo please don't apologise, I love getting into things like this and discussing things in general! Of course, please feel free to write your own version! (I hope you don't mind if I do too lol) The world always needs more wholesome Sakumo content and I'd be happy to read it! Plus who knows with my work and life kicking my ass every 0.2 seconds when I'd actually be able to write it

[myevilmouse]

Today for Trivia Tuesday @jedimordsith suggested I write about my drabble skills and give suggestions to anyone wanting to write drabbles.  I recently wrote 28 drabbles for the Multifandom Drabble Exchange just for fun muwahahah.  Also this is why, since I went outside the Star Wars fandom I love and live in, that I created a new pseud, Złymyszeczka, in case you were wondering what was up with that. Fandoms that I dabbled in included Supernatural, Resident Evil, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, My So-Called Life, X-Men, Wellington Paranormal, Quantum Leap, Labyrinth, Hercules (Disney), Cobra Kai, Lord of the Rings, Loki, Chronicles of Narnia, X-Files, Sherlock, Star Trek TNG, and more!  

Obviously I had to separate all that multi-fandom madness from the purity of my Luke and Thrawn smut!

So please if you check me out on AO3 for Star Wars stuff (and I sincerely hope you do!), note that you want to keep the evilmouse name.  I don’t plan on writing outside Star Wars fandom often, but on the rare occasions I do, it will get posted under the other name.

Back to the point:

Evilmouse’s 5 Essential Tips on Writing Drabbles

for your Trivia Tuesday, jump below the cut!

 So drabbles are 100 words.  Double drabbles, 200, Triple, 300, etc.  A lot of people find the exactness of this word restriction daunting, so here is my first tip for writing drabbles:

1)   Don’t think about the word count.

This may seem counter-intuitive, but the best way to approach a drabble is “I have to write a very short scene.”  Knowing it will be short (very short!) is enough to get you to the word count, and maybe push you over 3, 10, or 20 words.  That’s fine.  We fix it in the editing.  But if you get hung up about counting words when you are writing your drabble, you won’t write the best drabble you can!

2)  Focus on a single moment.  

When I say very short scene, think VERY SHORT SCENE.  It may be as simple as a quick verbal exchange.  It may be something you want to accomplish, i.e. a kiss, a punch.  Here are a couple examples from my recent experience:

One person requested a Chronicles of Narnia/MCU crossover and listed Prince Caspian and Loki as two characters they were interested in shipping.  So my goal was to write 100 words with these two characters.  

What shall we focus on?  100 words isn’t enough to explain why Loki is in Narnia or why Caspian is in Asgard. You have to trust the reader to accept the premise if they click on your drabble. 

What is your goal?  Here, it was to get these two in a situation where a shipper will be happy with their interaction. In my case, I decided they would be trapped somewhere together and alone.  That was it, that was the starting point for the drabble, which you can read here.

Another example: one person requesting a Star Wars drabble said they liked when female characters meet and interact and listed old!Leia and Asajj Ventress as favorites.  

Same question: what do you want to accomplish? In this case, two characters who don’t meet in canon having that opportunity.  A meeting.  100 words is our limit.  Do we care why or where they are meeting?  Probably not.  That initial interaction is the goal.  So for this one, I set what I hoped was a mysterious atmosphere and just simply wrote their initial exchange here.  Trust your readers to fill in the blanks, which leads us to:

3)   Let the “end” be as ambiguous as you like.

Drabbles are brief moments, as already mentioned.  They don’t need a proper beginning or end, they can (and sometimes should) leave the reader asking questions or wanting more.  I like writing drabbles that imply something happened next, and leave it up to the reader to decide exactly what.  

In the case of the Loki/Caspian drabble, knowing that Loki can teleport, and chooses not to, implies he has some ulterior motive in lying about his powers.  

In the case of Asajj & Leia, we know Asajj sent a comm to initiate the meeting but we don’t know exactly what she means by saying they will be “friends.”  Is she sincere?  Have some trick up her sleeve?  I don’t have to know!  But the moment is achieved.

That doesn’t mean that you can’t “end” a drabble if you want to.  I wrote a treat for someone who wanted Sarah and Jareth to end up together when she was all grown up.  So obviously the request has already dictated my ending.  In that case, I had a couple goals:  to tell the reader she was all grown up, to demonstrate how much has/hasn’t changed, and to make her wind up with that sexy Goblin King.  Mmmm yesssss.

Each of those goals, which may have appeared difficult at first, took exactly one sentence:

Curtains fluttered, an unnatural gust summoning the ever-present metropolitan cacophony into her apartment.

We know now that Sarah has her own apartment, old enough to live alone.

“It didn’t!” she glared, injustice manifested in that indignant whine she’d retained, like most of her teenage dreams.

In the film Labyrinth, Sarah’s always saying things aren’t fair.  So here we see she hasn’t quite gotten rid of that tendency to whine about injustice, and is still a dreamer at heart.

“This time,” Sarah took a deep breath, certain, “I’ll stay.”

She’s not hesitating, she’s decided, and she’s going to live happily ever after with her mystical consort (we hope).

The point here is that your drabble can be as conclusive or inconclusive as you like, and isn’t limited by the word count.

4)   Edit without mercy

Yes I KNOW that is the perfect adjective for Luke’s sparkling blue eyes, but if your word count is 101, those eyes are either sparkling or blue but not both!

Once you achieve your “moment” in the drabble form, you have to check that word count and CHOP CHOP CHOP.  It’s a rare thing to be under word count, but if you are lucky to be under, just add a few well-chosen adjectives and you’re done.  However, if you, like most of us, have just written 123 words of perfection and want to scream because there is NO WAY you can do the same thing in 100 words, you have two options:  write 77 MORE words and surrender to the double drabble, OR like I try to do, throw away the things you love until you have accomplished the same thing in 100 words.

To demonstrate this exercise, I set myself a task (because I haven’t saved drafts of my drabbles, sadly) to show you what I mean.  So right now at this very instant I’m going to write a drabble about Luke Skywalker being in love with YOU.  A Luke/Reader drabble, for example.  Let’s go:

Everyone groaned as the briefing ended.  It had gone on two hours too long for your taste, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, you weren’t alone in your assessment.  As you left the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker.  The Jedi Master looked as handsome as always, but rather more casual than usual, his robes nowhere in sight and dressed simply in black pants with a blue shirt.  

“Excuse me,” you said, about to move past, flustered beyond belief.  If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi—any Jedi.

“Actually,” he smiled, “I was waiting here for you.”

A wave of shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded.  “Yeah.  Have dinner with me tonight?”

 OK here is where I checked the wordcount.  134 words. Ouch.  Quickly we have to edit because I’m not happy with the ending either. And 134 means some serious slicing and dicing.  Here’s take two:

The briefing seemed to end two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, your colleagues agreed.  Leaving the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker.  The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, robes nowhere in sight, dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you said, moving past, flustered.  If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled.  “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded.  “Yeah.  Have dinner with me tonight?”

 OK we’ve done some serious slicing and are down to 109 words.  But I’m still not happy, AND we gotta cut more.

The briefing ended two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed.  Leaving the room, you ran into Luke Skywalker.  The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered.  If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled.  “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, and held out a hand.  “Come with me?”

Down to 103 words now and I managed to change the ending I wasn’t crazy about at first…notice what has and hasn’t changed between these short drafts... not much in the way of story, just how it is told.

Still have to edit more…three pesky words…

Judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed that meeting had been too long.  Hurrying out, you ran into Luke Skywalker.  The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.  

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered.  If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled.  “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand.  “Come with me?”

Now I’ve got 101 words and I don’t want to cut it, but I have to…*waves goodbye to “kriffing”*

Judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed that meeting had been too long.  Hurrying out, you ran into Luke Skywalker.  The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.  

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered.  If only he wasn’t so good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled.  “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand.  “Come with me?”

So we have 100 words exactly, that imply Luke is into you and you have a future with him.  From starting the drabble to finishing it, took me about 18 minutes.  If you don’t pressure yourself, it doesn’t have to be a nightmare.  Which brings me to tip #5

5) Don’t stress, and have fun!

Sometimes I have spent as much as two hours on a drabble, but usually no more than a half hour to get it where I want.  When I do the “drabble a day” for Fictober, I try to limit myself to 15 minutes.  The point is, drabbles should be fun and low stress.  Don’t agonize about them!  Sure, you can edit for hours to fix each word to be absolutely perfect and convey something the same but different, but you can also just achieve that glimpse into a scene, that moment, and enjoy your work!

I hope you enjoyed this and/or found it useful.  If you’d like to read some of my drabbles, you can click on this #drabble tag, check out these drabble collections here and here, my story told in drabbles here, or explore my new pseud złamyszeczka for those other fandoms I mentioned.  Thank you for reading!