#even if its just in your wildest dreams

[inaredflush]

okay but affiliated time traveler/soulmate ocs based on timeless from speak now tv

[soulaires]

Sweet Dreams | A.W

pairings: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!Reader

synopsis: Aaron loves his daughter, he really do. Hell, he would burn down the world for her but sometimes,, all he wanted was to spend one night alone with you—his beloved pretty wife.

warnings: interrupted sexy times, domestic life, GIRL DAD AARON WARNER LESSGOOO, comfort, nightmares, Aaron Warner is so done, reader and dior are little shits, fluff, married life, light smut obvi, it was interrupted though (literally the whole plot) not proofread …

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Aaron Warner is a good father.

He really is, he educated himself on the risks, pros and cons, he even bought himself a book on how to take care of his pregnant wife, a beginners guide on being a father and what not.

He would like to pride himself that he knows about everything, knows how to handle when the baby cries, when the baby throws a tantrum, or when his daughter wants something and such.

but…

If there was one fact no one mentioned to Warner about being a father, it was just how quickly his sex life would evaporate.

He loves dior, he really does. She is his most beloved daughter, baby girl, light of his life, his princess, his Achilles heel (plus you, of course.) and unfortunately the bane of his existence.

he’s kidding.

but of course there are some times that he just wants an alone time with you, his beautiful wife without being interrupted by a certain little princess.

All because you drove him to madness, igniting an insatiable desire within him, awakening the hidden beast that eagerly salivated and panted in response to your lustful glances, strategically unleashed whenever the mood struck.

He would be a fool to lie and pretend you didn’t stir something inside of him, some wretched version of himself rattled the bars of its cage, akin to a hurricane relentlessly tearing through barriers to reach you whenever you allowed your sugar-sweet voice to caress his sensitive ears.

He was a slave for the love you easily gave him as if it’s the easiest thing you can ever do. How can you easily love someone like him? a hopeless man yearning for thirst and begging for a single drink, a solitary taste, as if dying of thirst and pleading at your feet.

You were his goddess, and the privilege of sharing your bed, your throne, surpassed all his wildest dreams. Simply being by your side was more than he believed he deserved, and he vividly recalled the day he first encountered you—the day you convinced him that he was truly worth something.

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The room is awash with the silvery glow of the moon, you notice, setting a tranquil atmosphere that amusingly contradicts the feverish warmth of Aaron's caresses. His kisses trace a journey from the curve of your neck to the hollow of your navel. However, any sense of composure shatters when your husband playfully bites your right nipple, sending all rational thoughts scattering out the window.

“Ah, Aaron,” you groan after a sharp nip against your collarbone. “fuck! baby…I—we can’t—!”

“Shh, we can, love. Dior is asleep” he whispers against your ear, “just let me take care of my wife, yeah?” He said as he caressed your hair, admiring your beauty under him. “It’s just us…” he said as he chuckled and that made you shiver.

“Pretty, momma…look at you, my pretty wife.” Aaron shifts to readjust himself as he hurriedly vanishes the remaining clothes and attacks your lips and kisses you passionately and hungrily as if he has been starved for years.

“Gods—look at you, ma, pretty as life and poison, want me to put another baby on you, hm?” he said as he dragged his teeth against your chest to taste your beating heart and he then placed soft and slow kisses on your face while stroking your face with his thumb.

You draw him closer, intending for a light and sweet kiss to allow your husband to continue his gentle touches. Yet, it’s not your fault that you find yourself getting lost in the sheer perfection that is Warner.

He, in turn, envelops both of you with his hand, stirring a gentle desire for more within you and oh, dear god, you need more.

Just as you are about to open your mouth to voice out your desires for a little more, a soft, almost inaudible knock interrupts the intimate moment.

The unmistakable soft voice of your three-year-old daughter pierces through the room, calling out, “momma..? dada..?” Panic flashes between you and Aaron, and hastily, you both scramble to locate your discarded clothes.

“mommy! daddy!” yelled dior through the door as she started knocking continuously that makes you and your husband panic more. “‘s da door broken..?!”

“just a second, princess,” Aaron softly calls out, panicking when his hard-on doesn’t seem to go away. Hell.

He glances up at his wife and stares at you, baffled when he realizes that you had already put on your night gown and on your way to open the door.

“Wha—how?” he asks in disbelief. “You were literally just—”

“Don’t underestimate me.” You joked.

Aaron dismissively shakes his head, muttering under his breath, and takes a seat on the bed, discreetly covering his arousal with the white comforter just as Dior bursts into the room and enthusiastically throws herself into your arms.

“Hey, baby,” you whisper, gently rubbing comforting circles on her back. “Nightmare, love?”

"Uh-huh," Dior nods against your neck, her tears leaving your nightgown slightly damp.

you picked her up and went to the bed as dior hugged her dad, sniffing as she softly cried, “oh, darling. What happened, princess? hm?” Asked Warner as he hugged his crying daughter to his arms.

“I—hiccup t-thought monsters got you,” said dior, her green eyes filled with tears. you then pulled her into a hug.

“aw, baby, we are fine,” you said, patting her back. you brush the blonde curls out of your daughter’s eyes. “yeah, sweetheart, no monsters here.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, looking suspiciously around their room.

“Promise,” you replied, assuringly as you stood up to rock her to calm her down.

“We promised, sweet princess. And if there is, daddy will scare the ugly monsters away,” your husband assured her from the bed as dior starting to calm down,

“really?” she said with a shaky voice and a glassy doe eyes and you almost cried seeing her state.

Poor baby.

“I promise, Di, daddy will protect you and momma.” Aaron said sincerely as you rocked her back and forth in your arms, running your fingers through her wild curls.

Dior sniffles start to quiet down. “Mhm…,” she says. “Can I stay here?” She looks at you with puppy eyes that is impossible for you to say no so you nodded.

“Of course, princess ,” Aaron responds, quietly mourning the loss of one night with his wife, alone.

As you continue rocking Dior in your arms, attempting to lull her into a peaceful slumber, your efforts are momentarily interrupted by her sweet voice, breaking the silence of the room.

“Mommy?” Dior queries after a few minutes, perched on your lap with a wide-eyed expression. “What's wrong with daddy?”

Your gaze shifts toward Aaron, who remains sprawled face-down on the bed, emitting occasional groans and muffled whines in his attempt to compose himself for the sake of your toddler. Suppressing a grin, you find amusement in his comical efforts.

“Well, Di,” you murmur, showering light kisses on your daughter’s chubby cheeks to conceal your amusement. “I think your daddy is having a nightmare, much like the one you just experienced.”

Dior gasps in innocent concern. ”Oh no! Mommy, give daddy kisses to scare the monsters away!”

Smiling at her pure-hearted suggestion, you gently explain, “I don’t think that will help, sweet thing.” Observing Dior's face scrunch up in confusion, you swiftly add, ”You see, adults have different nightmares than kids do.”

“But kisses always help!” Dior insists with unwavering conviction.

”Well, if you insist,” you reply, giving in to her innocent plea, and share a quiet laugh at the sheer delight evident on Dior's face.

As you comply with dior’s request, you peppered kisses onto your husband’s face, eliciting a chorus of giggles from both him and Dior.

After showering Aaron with a cascade of kisses, he playfully remarks, "Mhm, daddy is okay now, but he'll be even more okay if you give daddy a kiss too."

Dior, with her eyes sparkling, responds enthusiastically, "Okay, Daddy!" She complies, peppering him with a flurry of sweet kisses as you heard Aaron giggles so you did, and in the midst of the joyous exchange, she graciously plants kisses on your face, too.

“Thank you, baby. Ready for sleep?” You asked and the response is a barely there nod.

“Love you and g’night, little missy.” You whisper, your voice sounds like a lullaby to the quiet room.

Aaron chimes in, taking on the role of the protector, “daddy will be right here, chasing away any monsters that dare to bother you, emerald.”

Dior, even in her drowsy state, manages to mumble a sleepy “luvu, daffy, momfy” before succumbing to dreams. The room, now quiet except for the soft breathing of your little one.

Your husband then looked at you and softly smiled, “I’ll chase all of your monsters away, too, love.” you softly giggled and gave him a peck.

However, as the night deepens, you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning your attention, you find your husband, his expression akin to a kicked puppy, a playful pout adorning his features. It’s a silent plea for the solitude that eluded him tonight, a longing for those moments when it’s just the two of you.

You meet his gaze, understanding the unspoken disappointment in his eyes. As a promise of solace, you assure him with a tender look that whispers, ”Next time, it'll be just us.” you promised him.

And you were never the one who breaks promises.

So, was it really a surprise that after you fulfilled your promise you found yourself with two positive pregnancy tests?

No, not really.

📫 :: my first post in 2024 ?!?!!? Anyway this will be a series !!! Next one will be the introduction of the new addition to the family and THE question of “where does baby come from?” From baby warner. Also, if you want to be added to my taglist please do let me know!

[runningupthatvecna]

i saw this post of eddie recently and it gave me so many (majorly self-indulgent) ideas which is why i couldn't stop myself with this and– nghhh rrrrr

eddie x plussize!fem!reader

warnings/tags: 18+ only! smut, oral (m receiving), plus size!reader and the issues that might come with growing up without male validation, established but relatively new relationship, softdom!eddie, unprotected piv (reader takes birth control but it's not mentioned), pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling), heavy dirty talk, eddie is down baaaad for reader, fluff at the end, inexperienced!reader if you squint, no mentions of y/n, no plot, just loads of filth basically oops don't look at me i got slightly carried away

Greedy and needy hands run down his torso, over the denim of his vest, they sneak underneath his worn out hellfire shirt, soft fingertips dancing over the heated skin of his waist, soft expanse of his belly, the back of an index slowly feeling its way south.

You don't know where your confidence is coming from, maybe it's transpiring into your own skin from the way your man's breath is a burning hot sensation on your neck, unmistakable consequence of your actions, the feeling of his heaving chest against your own.

A promise that he's right here because he wants to be. He really, really does.

His eyes are closed, brows furrowed and his lips are parted, making way for a symphony of sweet sounds he's about to make for your ears to hear, entirely focusing on you and you and you only, and whatever it is that you're about to do to him.

You, who's got his head spinning every time you're around. You, who's the only thing Eddie can think about ever since he worked up the courage to approach you at Steve Harrington's last party. You're the epitome of his wildest dreams, someone he still couldn't believe he deserved.

But god, you think, does he deserve you.

He lets out the sweetest moan-ish sigh when your index curls into the waistband of his boxers, both of your hearts blooming with anticipation, and your plush hip presses against the hardness that has started forming ever since you – totally on accident – brushed the back of your hand against his thigh as you had walked past him in the hallway of his uncle's trailer.

He's been half hard since then, eyeing your every move from the couch in the living room, darkened doe scanning over every curve and dip and valley and hill of your landscape as you were getting yourselves drinks.

Lips attached to his neck now, you're reveling in how reactive, vocal and pliant he's becoming under your touch as a desperate grunt escapes him at the feeling of you doing things.

"Shit, baby, need you so bad", he pants as you finally cup the evident excitement through the denim of his black jeans.

With a smile you look up from sucking a bruise into his the side of his neck, just to find his half-lidded dark brown eyes, incredibly lustful gaze set on you.

It flusters you to no end, having this effect on him. It's not something you're used to at all, it's a foreign concept, even strange if you're honest, but you're letting it happen. Accept it, slowly, because deep down, you really want to have that effect on him.

You're starved after all.

-----

Your pink lips finally close around his even pinker tip, the mix of your saliva and his precum running down your chin in tears.

All Eddie can see, can focus on, is you on your knees in front of him, with the sincerest intention to make him feel good. Yeah, he's been dreaming of this, of seeing you like this, of feeling you like this for a generous amount of time.

You've already taken your time transforming the skin over his hips into a field of gradients from light red to deep purple, and with every pop of your lips leaving him, he'd whimpered your name under his breath, eyes fluttered close, lips parted, his beautiful face pulled into an expression for the books.

You suck on the tip for a few moments, causing his hand to fly into your hair trying to keep you where he needs you most. One of yours is resting on his thigh, while the other comes up to cup his balls.

"Fuck, baby, s-so good", he murmurs as he quickly opens his eyes and his other hand comes down to cup yours over his heavy hang.

He wants to teach you, let you know, show you exactly how he likes it, since it's your first time sucking him off. It's endearing you think, and incredibly sweet. He wants you to learn him, and not in a demanding way, but more with a desperate and gentle undertone. Eddie's palm on the back of your hand is a welcome burning sensation to you, his kind understanding for your inexperience blooms between your two body parts, causing the same heat to rush all the way into your cheeks at his sweetness.

He wants to feel the wetness of your mouth around his length, taking him in as far as physics allow you, he wants to feel your throat constricting around him as he makes you swallow everything he has to offer.

You're lost for words, and not only because you're physically unable to form any sentence with how his cock is stuffing your eager mouth, but also because seeing him experience so much pleasure from doing this with you is something you'd never expected.

And suddenly, he grabs your chin and pulls you up to your feet.

"Gonna cum if you keep doing that, baby", he clarifies with a chuckle, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he cups your ass, "gonna let me take care of you too?"

Eddie's leaning down to look at you from under his bangs, hopeful doe eyes and this fucking dimpled smile making you melt to your core.

It sends a shiver through your system, hearing someone prioritize you, hearing someone care about you and your needs enough to go this far with you.

Your mouth cracks into a smile.

"Make me feel good, then."

-----

Eddie trails the softness of his plushy lips over your shoulder up up up, brushes a strand of hair away with his nose rubbing along the skin. He needs to make room, room because he knows that he is going to need to sink his teeth into the nape of your neck soon, the junction that's already bruised, marked in soft shades of red from earlier.

You hear the deep groan from behind you as you feel his tip softly touch your outer labia, carefully breaching its way between as he grabs his hard cock and slowly rubs down and then up again, catching your preciously hidden clit deliciously on its way, forcing a whimper out of your lungs.

You're burning for this man – it must be that you think, because you're indeed letting him feel you – hell, even see you like this, a vulnerable state you thought you would never let anyone see you in. Until Eddie came along, proving to you over and over again that he was worth letting your guard down. That he was going to be just what you needed. His gentlest, warmest, softest – for you.

The sound of him slowly pushing into your sopping warmth is so sinful, stretching you open on his pulsing cock and causing you to gasp at the feeling of getting filled.

Eddie himself is furrowing his brows, parting his lips and closing his eyes, his warm breath tickling down your neck from behind. The feeling of having your thick cunt wrapped around him entirely again is driving him mad to no end.

It only takes a few slow thrusts for a creamy ring to form at his base already, the schlicky sound and Eddie's low groans and your own moans the only thing your ears are able to take in.

"Oh god, babybabybaby, s-so fucking tight, mhhhhh", he babbles out under whimpers of his own, fingers gripping and digging into the supple flesh of your hips to pull you back onto his soaked cock repeatedly.

"Only for you Eddie", you manage to get out, shortly followed by more whimpers and louder squelching as he gently picks up speed. Your back arches as Eddie presses his plump rosy lips to your neck,

"Yeah baby? You're this wet– fuck, just– fuuuuck .. –just for me?"

"Mhh-hm", you hum in agreement over the slapping sounds of his hips against your ass before your jaw falls open and your back arches even further as Eddie wraps his arms around you just for one hand of his to find your tits, pinching and rolling one of your nipples between his ringed fingers, while the other wanders south to help you along.

It's all so much, almost too much, and it's sending you straight towards your desired destination.

"S'good, feels s-so good baby, mhh yes", slips past your lips, one of your hands goes up to tangle itself in Eddie's mess of a curly mane, the other has already found his sticky palm that he eagerly buried between your thighs, repeating his own gesture of showing you.

"Yeah? Been dreaming of this pretty cunt for the whole week darling", Eddie paused as you let out another whimper at his admission, "god, you're so f-fucking hot", he mouthes at your shoulder, admiring how truly fucked out and needy you are for him.

Goosebumps spread over your arms, your legs, even your back at his words, his sultry praise laying bare on every inch of your sweaty skin.

He'd probably been fisting his hardness to the thought of your sopping heat every morning and every night of the last days in which you didn't have the chance of seeing each other, and the thought of him thinking of you, especially in this context, is more than enough to help bringing you closer.

His thrusts become sloppier, a sign he's nearing his own sticky-sweet release, amplified and sped up by the flow of his name coming over your lips.

"Mhh, wanna cum Eddie, please– oh fuck, please."

"Oh shit, yeah baby, yes – god yes, soak this cock for me like the good girl that you are."

He bites into your shoulder to hold back, he's so damn close but he wouldn't dare to come before you, his own desire and the determination to make you feel good making his fingers that are still rubbing your sensitive bud continue at the same exact speed all while his cock is being buried deep inside you over and over again, hitting every place you need him to touch.

And there you are, flashes of white appear beneath your eyelids as he continues to pound into your creamy hole, the grunts and groans escaping him enough to push you over the edge. You're surprised at yourself – though you had plenty of experience doing it solo – about your own capabilities of cumming this hard.

Your head falls back on Eddie's shoulder, you feel your pussy clench and flutter around him as he finally lets go with a grunt of your name surrounded by "fuck, baby"'s and soft whimpers, stuffing you full of his cum.

A laugh rumbles through his chest as you're both coming down, his hand on your clit finds your own, guiding it upwards and placing it on your belly along with his other arm that had been a great help in holding you steady against him just moments ago.

Wrapped up in him, you're fighting the familiar urge to leave his grasp and hide back underneath your clothes, which at the same time sounds absurd to you since you'd just let him rail you silly, it's real nonetheless.

Stirring you out of it, Eddie's hot tongue comes out to lick a broad stripe up the side of your neck, relishing in the taste of you, "now that was something else baby, holy shit", he then nuzzles against your cheek as he presses you closer into his body.

Still panting from your blissful high, you swallow and nod against his face, breath hot on your cheek.

The next thing he says melts you.

"You're so soft, I fucking love you, sweetheart", a warm hand comes up to your other cheek, turning your face towards his gently, the dark brown ocean in his eyes finding yours and you're mere milliseconds away from getting lost in it.

He bumps his nose against yours, a gesture so sickeningly sweet it makes your heart nearly burst, showing him with a wide smile and a soft "I love you too", before his lips land back on yours, and you welcome his tongue with pleasure.

You feel his thumb brush back and forth over the heated skin of your plush cheek, a low moan transpiring from his lungs into your own.

Without breaking away, Eddie draws his hips back just to slowly give you one more gentle thrust. Your fucked raw cunt clenches around him yet again, still sensitive, and you start to realise he's already hard again just from kissing you. And, maybe also, feeling your mixed cum drip down both of your thighs.

Eddie bottoms out once more, mumbling one more thing against your lips, as his grip on your cheek and belly tightens, not intending to let you go any time soon,

"the lonely days are over, sweetness."

-----

[halucynator]

The surprise

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Request (I wasn't specifically requested this but I wanna write it. This was inspired by @annaisabookworm's post xx) : I LOVE MY FAVORITE FANFICTION WRITERS ON TUMBLR BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I WANNA SEE WRITTEN?! I WANT A FANFICTION WHERE MATTHEO OR THEODORE TAKE THE READER TO THE ERAS TOUR AND SHE WEARS THE BLURPLE MINDNIGHTS BODY SUIT COUSTUME AND THEY HAVE A CHAIR T SHIRT ON (ikyk) AND THEIR JAW DROPS AND ARE LITERALLY IN SHOCK ALL NIGHT AND THE READER AND HAVE HAVE THE BEST TIME EVER. AND SHES A HUGE SWIFTIE WHOS HYPERFIXATED ON THE ERAS TOUR AND HE SUPRISES HER WITH FRONT ROW TICKETS- ITD BE SO CUTE-

Warnings: I don't think there is any lmk if there are.

A/n: this post is for @annaisabookworm (and anyone else who's reading this lol). I hope you like ittt 💞 this text is full of Taylor Swift song like puns or jokes or wtv (idk) so I apologize in advance lmao

In the midst of the swirling excitement that is the ERAS Tour, you found yourself standing at the entrance of the bustling concert venue, heart racing with anticipation. Beside you stood Mattheo, your boyfriend, who had guaranteed you an unforgettable night. You were dressed in the most enchanting attire—a blurple midnights body suit dress (which Mattheo had bought for you saying you would look stunning in) which was very well bejeweled - in the words of Taylor Swift and your boyfriend- capturing the essence of Taylor Swift's iconic style. And not to forget, your boyfriend sporting the chair T-shirt that only true fans would recognize.

Two weeks ago you wouldn't even have imagined coming here. Thanks to your boyfriend and now the King of your Heart, Mattheo, you could make your dreams come true. You were going on and on about how much you wanted to go and Mattheo had to give in and buy you tickets. He was going to buy you era tickets anyway, but this made him even more happy for his decision.

As the pulsating energy of the crowd enveloped you, the gates opened, revealing a world of lights, music, and magic. Your breath hitched as you walked through to the other side of the door, feeling like you were about to embark on the journey of a lifetime. Mattheo grinned at your reaction, his eyes dancing with a mix of mischief and delight. Little did you know, he'd been plotting a surprise that would take this night to a whole new level.

With a shared glance that spoke volumes, you and Mattheo made your way to your seats. As the first notes of Taylor's song filled the air, your heart swelled with emotion. But it was not just the music that left you in awe—it was Mattheo's expression. His jaw dropped as he took in the dazzling stage, the dynamic choreography, and the sheer magnitude of the production. His shock was mirrored in your own astonishment, and the two of you exchanged a wide-eyed, incredulous look.

Throughout the night, as Taylor Swift commanded the stage with her powerful presence, you and Mattheo were captivated, utterly lost in the enchantment of the moment. The delicate vocals seemed to transport you to another world. Each time you stole a glance at Mattheo, you were met with a mixture of joy, amazement, and gratitude. It was as if the two of you shared a secret language—a language of shared fandom, love, and an understanding that words could never fully capture.

As the concert reached its crescendo, Mattheo's excitement becomes palpable. He leaned closer to you, a sparkle in his eyes, and whispered, "Are you ready for one more surprise?" Your heart skipped a beat, curiosity mingling with anticipation. And then he reveals it—the pièce de résistance of the night—front-row tickets. Your eyes widen in disbelief as you take in the golden passes clutched in his hand. The surprise is so unexpected, so beyond your wildest dreams, that for a moment, time seemed to stand still and you forgot to breathe. The happiness you felt in that moment was indescribable.

"Tell me why, what I did to deserve such a perfect boyfriend." You asked, looking at him.

"Oh, it's just the way I love you."

The realization sinks in: you're not just witnessing the ERAS Tour from the front row; you're living it, breathing it, and becoming a part of it. Having front row seats hits different. As the final notes reverberated through the air, Mattheo's grin was infectious. His hand found yours, and together, you stood, cheering and applauding, celebrating not just the night but how far you'd come.

As the concert came to an end, the world seemed a little brighter, a little more alive. The memory of the evening was etched into your heart, a tale of love, surprises, and a music that binds you and Mattheo in a way that's uniquely yours.

"I can't believe it's time to go." You said sad about it ending.

"yeah. So did you like it?" Mattheo asked.

"Long story short it was the best day of my entire life." You said.

And with that you exited the venue.

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Thanks for reading! hope you liked itttt! I love this idea sm xx have a nice dayy

[deans-queen]

Wildest​ Dreams 🩵

Main Characters: Dean Winchester x Aria ( Original Character )

Additional Characters: Hanna (Aria’s Best Friend)

Plot: Aria is out at a club with her friends and she meets a mysterious handsome stranger (Dean). (Again this story will mostly be in Aria’s P.O.V) (You can even imagine you the reader as Aria if you want)

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), mature and sexual language, alcohol. *18+ Readers ONLY please!*

I’m not good at writing smut but I promise I’m working on it !

Inspired by the song: “Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version)” by Taylor Swift

Blue text: song lyrics

Aria’s P.O.V

It was Saturday night and I'm out with a group of friends. This week had been super stressful and I needed to unwind. So I decided to have a GNO (girls night out). I was wearing short black dress that hit all my curves right with high heeled pumps. My long dark brown hair was in soft curls that looked like waves and my makeup was on point completed with my favorite red lipstick. I looked hot and I felt it too! We went to this local club and we were downing shots like water. My friends and I were having a blast dancing when suddenly my friend Hanna whispered in my ear “Oh my god, this guy is totally checking you out.”

“Really? Who is he?” I said.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, “and I dunno but he’s totally hot!”

I casually looked behind me and I saw him

He smiled & winked at me.

Damn, he is hot!

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

He was tall, muscular (not like a body builder but his body was toned) and had short brown hair.

He had a jawline so sharp and perfect that it could cut you in half.

And to top it off….he had the most amazing smile and GORGEOUS emerald green eyes.

This man was certainly a damn dream.

“You should talk to him Aria.” Hanna said as she elbowed me.

“No way! He’s so out of my league.”

“Come on Aria! He’s handsome as hell. How many other chances are you gonna get?”

“Seriously Han, what would I even say to him? I’m too worried about embarrassing myself.”

Hanna looked over my shoulder and casually pointed his way.

“You better think of something because he’s walking this way.”

I turned around and gasped.

Omg….Omg…. I thought

What do I do? What do I say?

What if I say something stupid?

I gathered my thoughts as this handsome stranger walked towards me.

“Hi.” He said with confidence. He reached out his hand to me and I shook it. His hands were a bit rough but strong at the same time.

“Hi.” I said in a nervous voice shaking his hand.

My heart was pounding in my chest hearing its beat in my ears.

“I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are.” His eyes were looking me up and down. “And I was wondering if I could buy you a drink?”

I looked back at Hanna and she nodded in approval.

“Sure.” I said coyly, I was trying to play hard to get. Pretending to be unimpressed with his good looks and charm. It was hard to do that.

He lead me to the bar and we ordered our drinks. He ordered another beer and I ordered a cocktail.

“Soooo…” he said while looking at me and taking a sip of his beer.

“I offer to buy you a drink and I didn’t even bother to ask your name.”

I looked at him shyly. “Aria, I’m Aria.”

“That’s a very unique name. I’m Dean, Dean Winchester.” He gave me a sexy smile, I couldn’t help but blush.

It wasn’t fair, I had just met this man not even 5 minutes ago and I’m already attracted to him. I was under his spell, I didn’t wanna get out of it.

I knew how this night was going to end.

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

The next thing I knew we were making out in the backseat of his Chevy Impala.

He said “No one has to know what we do…”

His hands were tangled up in my hair, as my arms wrapped around his neck.

But this is getting good now…

The kiss was passionate and hot. His lips made his way down my neck and jawline. While his hands ran down my back to cup my ass. He then proceeded to run a hand along my thigh to push up the bottom of my dress, exposing my bare skin.

“Dean.” I said breathlessly moaning

“Mmmmm you smell so good baby. Like vanilla and coconut.”

“And you smell like whisky and cologne.” I said under my breath.

“That sounds about right.” He said winking at me.

His hands made is way to the back of my dress to unzip it. I pushed it down and removed it from my body. His eyes grew wide as he saw me in my lingerie. I was wearing a black and red lacy bra that had a rose in the middle with a matching thong.

“Your body is so perfect, Aria.” He said as he looked me up and down, biting his lip.

I reached down to tug on his shirt and removed it. My eyes began to wonder at his chest, muscular arms and perfect abs. He also had a very unique tattoo on his chest.

Was this man carved by a Greek god or something?

“Says you.” I said cheekily while kissing him back again.

It was very bold of me to be making out with a stranger in his car, but I couldn’t help myself. I was totally admired of him. He was like a drug you were addicted to. And I needed every dose of him. I didn’t want him to be another one night stand….someone I would never see again.

I tried to make this night last forever

“Dean….please fuck me. I want you so bad.”

He looked at me grinning like a devil and said “Your wish is my command sweetheart.”

He unbuckled the belt on his jeans taking them off quickly and removed his boxers. My eyes grew wide at the sight of his member. He was thick and huge. I laid down on the seat and he crawled on top of me. He wasted no time lining up with my entrance and putting himself inside me. (With protection of course)

"Oh fuck....you feel so good." I said breathlessly.

“Mmmm so you do you baby. Your pussy is so tight for me.” He moaned.

He thrusted in me faster and faster, I sat up a little bit and put his forehead against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist pushing him more into me. I gripped my hands along his back, digging my nails into his skin. He moaned while I clawed my nails into him leaving scratch marks.

"God baby, i'm so close. Are you close for me?" He said

"Yes, Dean. I wanna come for you!"

"Come in me, I wanna feel your juices around my cock.”

"Ahhhhhhh fuck." I screamed

I exploded inside him, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

We both looked at each other and breathed heavily.

“Dean?” I said while still breathing heavily.

“Yeah baby?” His green eyes looking in mine.

“Please say you’ll remember me after tonight? I don’t want to be just another hook up…”

Say you’ll remember me

Standin’ in a nice dress

Starin’ at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just in your

Wildest Dreams

“Of course I’ll remember you Aria. I definitely wanna see you again.”

I smiled at him and kissed him again.

All while embracing the best night I’ve had in a long time.

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[encrucijada]

What’s the wildest scene you’ve ever written and what song is the soundtrack to that scene?

define "written"

fr i'm bad at this thing you call "writing", especially actually advancing any of my wips so most if not all of them are stuck in 1-3 chapters limbo. so let me tell you about the plot point entirely inspired by me listening to stay awake? by bastille

i have give me the future (album) to thank for much of the vibe of my book keep staring. first with distorted light beam and then with stay awake? which immediately formed the image in my head of a dream version of piedad appearing in adam's head.

this is our thesis statement. later i would pair up stay awake? with drive by halsey to create one big moment between our two leads but i don't think the dubbed "car drive scene" is that wild. i actually don't know if the stay awake? scene is wild either but it's all i have that isn't the ending of any of my books, there's two i can think of that are especially wild (including this one). and they don't really have a soundtrack.

i listened to stay awake? but for a while it was simply a silly amv in my head... until i found this photo of piedad's fc lydia graham (that i used on that one netflix trend: keep staring edition). which i messaged by best friend with "this looks like piedad in one of adam's dreams"

further context: up until this moment adam had been indulging on this dream as a bad coping mechanism. but even a dreamer's dreams have limits and for the dreamers in my world that is not being capable of bringing human beings into the waking world. adam's coping lasts only as long as he's asleep and soon that starts to feel to him like getting poked with red hot metal. so he snaps at dream!piedad, as we see above. a few other responses from them include: "don't i look real?" and "you're mad at me now for being what you wanted?" and "like you ever cared." because when you're a dreamer sometimes your dreams will call you out for manipulating the dreamspace to your liking.

i have plans to have dream!piedad kill adam at some point. and the phrasing of that hopefully tells you it does not affect him in the waking world, aside from a rude awakening and he'll probably be hurting for a few days. i don't know if i want it to happen here, because i don't even know when this scene is going to happen and how much i want to sour whatever thing adam and his bad coping mechanism have going on.

the no death option looks a little like this: adam has an argument with dream!piedad, a full-on fight that has the dreamspace practically bursting at the seams, all the while dream!piedad sways between being that fantasy adam concocted (partly by accident tbf but hey he let it continue) and becoming angrier and angrier with him. but because ✨toxic relationship (yes even in his dreams he has so many issues)✨ it kinda goes nowhere, kiss it better. adam still feels like he's being prodded and prodded. the dreamspace can feel as real as the waking world to a dreamer, to the point most have a hard time discerning whether they've woken up or not sometimes, but there's always that knowledge... that it's fake. adam can dream himself fifteen different realities where he and piedad leave the city and forget everything.

but that doesn't change the real world. the city in keep staring is the result of me listening to dead club city by nothing but thieves so it tilts towards slightly dystopic and maybe a bit sentient. you can't just leave the city, or these characters can't, they're woven into its fabric. the story won't be letting them go that easily. if adam and piedad could just leave and forget, this wouldn't be a tragedy.

which brings us straight into the next chapter. the "car drive scene" chapter. i literally just talked about this on another post's tags but the drive by halsey chapter is from piedad's pov. adam's chapter ends (how? unsure, but we get no hints of what's about to happen) and we open with piedad doing their own thing... only to realise after his outburst in the dream adam drove to piedad's current place and asks if they want to go on a drive.

then the chapter happens and the experience of listening to stay awake? immediately followed by drive is surreal to me specifically because it really does feel like getting the two povs of my characters one after the other

[seawitch62]

What if your fantasies became real! Too real!

Alcohol and sex mentioned

Yandere

Word count 2351

             Tulpa.

In contemporary paranormal discourse, a tulpa is a being that begins in the imagination but acquires a tangible reality and sentience. Tulpas are created either through a deliberate act of individual will or unintentionally from the thoughts of numerous people. (Novo Religio)

⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨⌨

"Work, study, classes" is this  what my life has become? The computer monitor silently mocks. Tapping away at the keyboard, crunching numbers, and for what? Student loans!  A degree which may or may not be beneficial. When Covid 19 hit it was decided that working from home was the prudent way to go. After all, the employee's health is important. It was fun at first then it became as mundane as any office. Locked in the apartment with no human contact, just online meetings. The classes are even online classrooms. Yes, stopping the spread of the Covid is very important but what about my sanity? The need for human interaction! Music, my solace, my constant companion. YouTube  watching music videos. This is where it all started my obsession, if you can call it that. It all started when I watched NCT 127….

Kpop opened a whole new world, I immersed myself in the culture of fandoms, and read all the fanfiction I could find. Watched all music videos countless times. Scoured YouTube for all the content that was available. Gradually a favorite emerged or bias as is the term, Taeyong the leader. Handsome and talented, what is not to like. So I researched him extensively, storing my fave photos. Basically I became my own personal expert on him. I even went to the extent of photoshopping myself into his photos.  Crazy right? What can I say I was lonely! 

🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌

🎶🎵Imaginary lovers

Never turn you down

When all the others turn you away

They're around

It's my private pleasure

Midnight fantasy

Someone to share my

Wildest dreams with me

Imaginary lover you're mine anytime

Imaginary lovers, oh yeah🎶🎵

The fantasies and stories I conceived within the realm of my own imaginary world. They kept me warm and well satisfied on many a lonely night. Even as the restrictions eased up, I found I did not want to leave my home, the security blanket of my own private Idaho kept me wrapped in contented delight. Groceries and other needed supplies delivered to my doorstep, work and classes continued from the comfort of my castle. Reality and illusion became a thin line, yes I knew where the line was drawn but still I delved deeper and deeper into my own little universe. Concocting story after story Taeyong and I are always the central characters. As time passed his personality evolved. I deviated from his  well publicized persona and developed another.  This Taeyong was mine, all mine! He in turn was devoted to me, me only! Jealous, possessive and territorial but all mine! In hindsight and what I know now, I lost the plot. Previously in the real world any guy acted this way, he was dropped in a heartbeat, but this is not real its mirage, a day dream, a trip of the mind.

🥂

One particularly gloomy cold night, sipping Sauvignon blanc and feeling very sorry for myself, I did something my sober self would never do. I posted one of my doctored photos, Taeyong and I enjoying a romantic dinner, I added a caption "who is she?" Of course I posted anonymously, giddy from the wine I consumed I watched as the fans chatted and debated, the text now blurry and out of focus due to copious amounts of alcohol I called it a night and went to bed. Never believing for a moment it would spread from the chat room I had just exited. I was wrong! 

The jackhammer in my head never let up, the talon grip of pain a constant, simply put a hangover. My own stupid fault drinking all that dry grape juice. Barely remember stumbling into bed, stomach churning, head beating like a drum. I spent most of the day in bed. Finally a reprieve in the late afternoon,  with a fuzzy head but I could hold down a cup of coffee. Progress! Shower and change a light meal feeling somewhat human again. Checking my favorite social media, my post with the photo had blown up, in fact it had gone viral! Fuck a duck! It was everywhere. "What have I done?" Besides  making  a complete fool of myself! In a panic I tried the useless, I deleted the original post, "who is she?" But it was too late so many people had shared, downloaded and uploaded to other social media sites, it was now an entity of its own. A monster made from my own drunken loneliness. It will calm down, these things always do, right? Watching in horror as the photo garnered more and more online attention. With the wave of momentum came the usual, it was fake, but something else was also gaining speed, she is so lucky, wish it was me. The fans made up scenarios that they felt suited the photo.  Inside I just wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. "What an idiot!" My only happy thought was this will die down soon. I soon discovered when something is viral it does not disappear overnight as much as I wished for it. With a life force all its own all I could do was wait it out. 

🧊

Persistent knocking at the door broke my concentration. This account I was working on had loops and bumps as if Loki himself created it. A tangled web of names and numbers with many paths. Knock knock knock. Damnit! Standing in frustration at the interruption, "maintenance? No cant be? Delivery? No? Salesperson? More likely" wish they would piss off! 

Standing by the door, peeping through the peephole, "no!?!?" I've lost it! Slowly backing away as the knocking perseveres, heart racing, palms sweaty I once again look at the determined knocker. It is Lee Taeyong's doppelganger.

🛎

Once the shock subsides, opening the door. A man the spitting image of Taeyong stands. Handsome, well dressed and smelling delightful. "Sweetheart, finally!" With a look of concern on his handsome face "I was getting worried when you didn't answer" as he strides into the small abode as if this was a common occurrence. Taeyong proceeds to wander into every room as if he is looking for something. "What are you doing?" Without blinking an eye Taeyong responded "making sure you are alone!". Stammering "who are you?" With a look of concern Taeyong gently raises his hand and runs his fingers along the puzzled frightened face "babe it's me! Are you okay?" Flinching from his touch and stepping back "I'm sorry I was drunk" mumbling trying to make some sense of the situation, seeing his baffled look "the photo".

"Photo? I have no clue what you are talking about, are you drunk?"

"What? No"

"You must be ill, you need to rest" he states with confidence.

"I… I… yes,  when you go I will".

Taeyong stares, "you need chicken noodle soup! I will be back" and with that he leaves.

Door locked and bolted, "was I punked?" That must be it! The fans found me! Maybe I'm dreaming? A nightmare! Or due to isolation my egg cracked! Nerves frayed as the body reacts with slight jerky movements. "Calm down, be real, get a grip" 

Alerts from the computer draw me back to reality. I'm logged in, I'm awake, it must be one of my daydreams! That's it.

🪀

Logging off from an arduous day of work, feet firmly now set in reality. 'Dinner time!' Knock knock knock

"No!"

"Open the door, I know you are in there" an irritated Taeyong demands. Upon opening the door there he stands takeaway bags in hand.

"Chicken noodle soup as promised" walking directly to the kitchen and setting up the table for a meal.

Staring in disbelief as he works his way around the kitchenette. Knowing the placements of everything needed. "This isn't real?" 

"Real? Yes it is babe, I got your favorites as well" he grins.

After a scrumptious dinner, Taeyong insists that he cleans up, and suggests we watch some television. Cuddling, the scent of his masculinity intoxicating, arm firmly planted around my shoulder. Laughing and commenting on the sitcom, 'they are coming to take me away hahaha' plays in my frazzled brain.

This scenario, one of my best! The sex, orgasmatic, a tender yet demanding lover who knows all the right moves, then some. Lost in the veil of reality, fantasy slowly the invading conqueror. Weeks pass, Taeyong my lover, ever thoughtful, always concerned for my well being.  The line between reality and what is not, fades, becomes obscured and slowly loses focus.

Today is a big day, a lunch, well business lunch, the powers that be, suggested a luncheon to do a face to face catch up. Basically check up on their employees. Excited to see co-workers, stupid yes, but to see real people who are not a figment of my imagination, I need it.

Parking the vehicle in my allocated parking space, it was nice to get out, take in fresh air, see people, and communicate. The food was delicious, but more importantly it knocked me back to reality. My asinine behavior has to stop. Foolish, daft fabricated reveries end now! Time to find a real flesh and blood guy, not an illusion.

With dusk, the stars shine, cuddled under a blanket on the couch watching television. Phone by my side, its lighting up like a Christmas tree, texts and incoming calls, ignoring all, the messenger of my sanity Taeyong blows up my phone.  "It's not real!" I tell myself over and over and over.

Ten thirty pm, bedtime, work tomorrow, thinking of the accounts that need my attention, with heavy eyelids, sleep.

Awoken by an erotic dream with Taeyong, I realize I'm not alone. Just as I am about to let out a scream a hand covers my mouth

"Shhh shhh babe it's okay its me"

"Taeyong?"

"Who else were you expecting?" He demands angrily.

"You are not real" yelling at my imaginary lover.

"Not real?" He states, " I will show you how real I am!"

Stretching and purring like a well satisfied cat, toast? Eggs? Bacon? The established aroma of breakfast drifts through the small yet cozy apartment. Realizing I'm bereft  of clothing, 'I was really on one last night' Hungry, I need to make breakfast. 

Someone is in the apartment! Looking for a weapon, any weapon, a stiletto, red to be exact, well, work with what you got. Armed with a red high heeled shoe, stealthy making my way to the intruder, Taeyong pops his head around the corner "great you are up, breakfast is ready"

"You"

"Who else babe"

The shoe is still positioned above my head, "I'll take that" Taeyong grins.

The food tastes real, delicious in fact. "You are not real, I can not see you anymore! I have to end this" 

Slamming the utensils on the table they hit the plate and bounced onto the floor. "I don't know what is wrong with you? But my love I am going nowhere! Do you understand me?"

His tone and facial features are set in stone. Anger that is close fury radiates from him. Why am I scared of my imaginary boyfriend? This is my dreamscape, my imaginary landscape, do not back down! 

"Its over" grabbing my handbag i decide to run from my flight of fancy.

☕

The Cafe, warm and inviting and best of all no Taeyong!

The croissant melts in my mouth and my third cup of coffee hits the spot. The waiter, a good looking guy, flirty and funny makes me laugh, something I have not done in a long time. Leaving a generous tip I head home, those accounts need my attention. Turning the key with hesitation, telling myself it's you, you have the power. The place is empty. Work, I need to get to work!

Enjoying the pizza delivered by door dash, feeling a sense of accomplishment although weary time for bed. Before dozing off, patting myself on the back for the progressive steps that I took today, slumber is welcomed.

Friday, last working day for this week, time to crunch away.

Knock knock knock

"Shit" ignore it 

Knock knock knock 

Silence 

The door opens, Taeyong, a very angry one, enters the apartment. 

"Dump me so you can flirt with the coffee shop guy?" 

Ignore him, he is not real!

"Dont ignore me!" He demands

Looking at him he looks so damn sexy today, ignore him!

"Not real not real not real" becomes my uttered mantra.

"Not real?" he roars.

"Enough! a fucking enough!"

Grabbing my hand he storms out of the apartment.

☕

The Cafe? Back at the Cafe. This time Taeyong is here. "I see your boyfriend is working"   the good looking waiter heads to our table "can't stay away huh?" Taeyong scoffs at this light humor. "Ready to order?" He enquiries, "yes a coffee, Caramel flavored and a croissant please". Scribbling down my order "and you sir?".

Wait, the waiter is taking his order, then he departs to the kitchen.

"No" 

"No"

"No"

"I've lost it completely" I must still be in the apartment. 

"You are  a figment of my loneliness"

"I am very much real, flesh and blood, and today my love I am going to prove it"

🧭

The whole day passed as if in a blur, the places the shops unknown to me previously whizz past me in an unreal whirl of sensations, a whirlwind  of disbelief. Everyone saw him, spoke to him, pinching myself, digging my nails into my palms till they bled, I could not wake up, or dissipate the illusion of him.

🌪

Nestled safely in the confines of the apartment although not alone.

"I'm going to say this just once, listen well my love, I will not tolerate your flirting, or ignoring me, you belong to me, me only, I do not share! Understood?".

Nodding.

"Now go make us dinner!".

[moondal514]

I’ve been thinking about this ask from @theravenkin’s blog that talks about how AFTG is a fandom that likes to do random ass and hyperspecific niche au’s so naturally I thought I’d make a fic rec list of 5 of my faves:

Under A Sea of Mist by puddlejumper99/ @writingpuddle

For a thousand years the Lord Ruler has reigned over the Final Empire. Ash falls from the sky and strange mists shroud the night. The skaa labour in the fields and the nobility dance in their Keeps, their glittering lights blinding them to the cruelty in their hearts.

The skaa rebellion is a fantasy and Neil knows it. The Lord Ruler is immortal; there's no overthrowing him. It's as much a surprise to him as anyone else when he gets recruited. But as he gets drawn deeper into the plot, he starts to discover things that will change their understanding of magic forever.

There's always another secret.

Mistborn au. There‘s probably only like 4 people that love both of these fandoms like me, so reading this felt so self-indulgent, like it was ripped straight from high school me’s wildest dreams, and it just makes me clap my hands with joy like a child every time I think about the fact that this fic exists

Whispers in the leaves, shadows in the moonlit night by Silveriss/ @wulfrann

Monsters and ghouls of every age,

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Far beyond the graveyard and its renowned Spiral Hill, the Woods prevail. There are no animals to be found there, not one sign of life but for the shifting of the mist and gentle caress of the wind.

Neil has lived in Halloween Town for as long as he can remember, though memory is a fickle thing.

Since his mother, Mary Finkelstein, died two years ago, he hasn't been as good at following her orders as he used to be.

He's made friends. He's not sure how it happened, really - it feels like he just woke up one day with his life suddenly entangled with a whole group of people he hadn't noticed getting slowly closer.

He's also taken the habit of looking at the Woods.

There's something calling to him. He can hear them in the wind, the whispers in a hundred incoherent tongues.

They say crossing the threshold is always the most difficult part.

Nightmare Before Christmas au. Really gorgeous atmospheric writing and adds some v cool worldbuilding elements to the Nightmare Before Christmas universe

The Real Folk Blues by moonix/ @annawrites

Captain David Wymack and the bounty hunter crew of the Bebop spaceship might be a little out of their depths chasing down the infamous hacker and notorious runaway Neil Wesninski, whose bounty exceeds even Kevin's wildest dreams. Worst of all, Andrew might actually enjoy it.

Cowboy Bebop au. The Foxes are space cowboys, I think that’s all I need to say

I'd Never Want to Complicate Your Heart by jingerhead/ @jingerhead

Andrew glanced at the board and found his name at one of the pods of two rather than four (thank god), right next to the windows. Next to his name was ‘Neil Josten’, one Andrew didn’t recognize, but he had to be at least a sophomore to be in this class. Turning to find the right seats, Andrew found himself pausing as he walked, seeing the person he’d be sitting next to for the foreseeable future if Mr. Browning had his way.

And shit, this was either a good thing or a bad thing, because Andrew is very, very gay, and Neil was good looking enough to become a distraction very quickly.

~*~

Or, the Heartstopper AU nobody asked for but that I absolutely needed to write.

Heartstopper au. I called this fic Heartstopper for the asexuals in my bookmark notes and in my comment on it and I will stand by that until I die cuz some of Neil’s experiences with his sexual orientation in this fic echo my own so well I got chills

Andrew Minyard's Diary by fuzzballsheltiepants/ @fuzzballsheltiepants

Andrew is comfortable with his life. He helps edit bad books. He has his collection of people, an apartment, and a novel he will never finish writing. If only his cousin and best friend would stop trying to set him up with one Neil Josten.

Except...perhaps he wouldn't mind being set up with Neil after all.

In which Andrew is Bridget Jones, Kevin is Daniel Cleaver, and Neil is Mark Darcy. Except none of them are like their inspiration characters at all.

Inspired by @scribbleb_red, who said on Twitter "What if there was a Bridget Jones AU?" and when I said, "Yes please!" she handed me the reins. I hope this is even remotely what you were looking for.

Bridget Jones’s Diary au. Absolutely hilarious concept with just perfect character dynamics

[banditchika]

finally back in town homie here u go 💘 🎀 💞 💌

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

you know, i think all i'd want to rewrite is my blemiplat fic. all my stuff from other fandoms are kind of relics of the person n writer i was during the time those fics were posted, but i reread the blemiplat fic recently and it BUGGED ME. after all the time i spent agonizing over what to write for arknights (which you were there to hear, u brave n beloved soul) and all the wips i ended up making, i published just the one thing and it was too early... i NEEDED the deep plat lore, she's out of character w/ the new info we got and it drove me BONKERS when i reread it recently... in some alternate universe a more disciplined bandit rewrote that fic, but this one is leaving it be

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

like any good jester, i've got mad jokes! that hasn't changed, but i think in the past i was capable of establishing a strong mood and setting and keeping a fic very contained within that atmosphere. i dont think my newer works have that cozy contained feeling anymore, but it could be im being more daring w/ my new fics? the jury is out...

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

characters, for sure. i live n die by whether or not characters r recognizable, esp since my plots tend to be along the lines of "hey wouldn't it be funny if". its important to me that my writing is technically strong too, but i can and have convinced ppl to follow me to places they wouldn't go w/ a gun as long as my character work is strong

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

heehee

[Pearl] slips from her perch and muscles into the space between Marina and the arm of the couch, leaning her entire (insubstantial) body weight against Marina's side. They’re pressed hip to hip, as close as they can get without Pearl going squid and clambering crawling into her lap. She's taken to doing that recently, an about-face from the Pearl who usually restricts herself to friendly bumps of the shoulder and quick, one-armed hugs.

To be fair, that's a boundary that Marina set to begin with. She'd been so skittish in the early days, longing for and shying away from friendly touch in equal measure. Then came her stupid, awful, wonderful crush, and with it the lingering fear that Pearl would see right through her if they touched. Pearl would get too close, and she’d know that Marina was helplessly in love, head over heels, and that just couldn't happen. She couldn’t give away one secret without losing the other. Her past, octolings and inklings, Off the Hook… it was too much complication, even without considering that Pearl didn't love her like that. 

But the big secret is out now, and Pearl's reaction has outstripped even her wildest dreams. Not only did Pearl accept her, all of her, without a second thought, she’s even helping Eight settle into life on the surface. Not to mention the way Pearl’s been acting lately. She’s so sweet, practically doting, and Marina can’t help but hope that she has a chance -- if only she can keep from getting ahead of herself.

But it’s just so hard to play it cool when Pearl is warm and plyable and close enough for Marina to smell her ridiculously-expensive cologne. One of Marina's tentacles squirms over her shoulder to twine around Pearl’s narrow frame, the tip of it coming to rest coyly on her collar. She nearly chokes, her cheeks blazing with heat.

And that’s the other reason why she tries not to open herself up to more contact than girl friends -- girls being friends, oh cod -- would normally share. Her tentacles and their occasionally-uncooperative brains want nothing more than to betray her constantly. 

[inksansfangirl]

I really liked your in-depth analysis of a hypothetical httyd x kirby crossover! It definitely reminded me of Forgotten Land’s plot. I do agree that it can be kinda tricky to see how a crossover would play out when magic is pretty much absent in the httyd universe as opposed to Kirby’s universe being filled with dreams, magic, and ancient technology beyond our wildest imaginations. The closest we’ve ever seen “magic” in the franchise was in one of the Riders of Berk comics where a “witch” casted an eternal night on Berk when all she did was predict when the next solar eclipse would happen, but that wasn’t even magic at all until the gang realized it was all scientific. I do think it’s fun to discuss how magic would interact in the httyd world! Let me know of what other ideas you may have!

Thank you so much! Its been ever so long to speak out my mind about ideas and crossovers like this. It allows me to expand upon my creativity and I humbly thank you for enlightening me on such an interesting concept, my head has been throughly wrapped all around this after the day you introduced the idea!

And I very much agree, with a world that Toothless hailed from where magic is absent it’s no surprise that he’ll also view it as some sort of threat which creates an ever larger wedge between him and the residents of Dreamland. In truth he just doesn’t understand, his fear and confusion is what makes him irrationally stubborn that he cannot begin to fathom or gather the hell hole that he’s in and without Hiccup he feels useless.

As days go by, Toothless becomes weaker and weaker, his hopes on finding Hiccup was waning thin and he was becoming more and more exhausted as days go on. His claws were becoming dull and cracked from his constant searches, muscles tightening till they cramped because he wouldn’t stop from dusk till dawn. No matter how much his stomach pained him from starvation he heaved himself through the thickets of the planet until he finally crashed within a cave, as if his weight was the last thing he’d need to let him know that he couldn’t go on. That he has given up.

It was then as he spent hours laying on the cold floor that Toothless begins to realize of how co-dependent and how incapable he was of making decisions himself without Hiccup’s command to initiate them. Toothless knew from the get-go that he is incapable to fly without hiccup and the many times they have been separated were brief but never has it been longer than this.

He never thought he’d be like this, so helpless, so useless, and it wasn’t like his Alpha status would mean anything in this world that he was in with no dragons to his will.

Toothless felt the same way as he did when he was shot down and lost his fin except he lost something greater and far more painful than loosing flight.

It’s…very depressing I know- at first I’d imagined that’s how it would be for him, but Toothless would soon learn that he wouldn’t get anywhere on this desolate planet without engaging contact with those who lived there. However it left him with fewer options as all the other animals and by-standing enemies fear him of his intimidating stature and raw power. He was a Night Fury after all. It is something that cannot be helped.

For the first time, he makes a decision for himself without having hiccup by his side. He picked himself up from the ground with little strength he had and traveled yet again on a journey to find the four he had encountered previously:

One of roundness and pink hue of a thistle.

One of darkness with wings that resembled his.

One of peaches that wore blue to distinguish himself from the rest of his people.

And the big blue bird who bore red and has such an obnoxious tune…

Despite Toothless’s previous hostility towards them, he wants to make it right. He still doesn’t trust them of course, but they know more than he does and he’ll die if he doesn’t do something about it even if doing so will be difficult on how he dealt with them before.

[inaredflush]

i desperately need dark romance plots. thx

[izabellwit]

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im sorry im sending so many of these feel free to ignore some if you already got em <3

these answers got kinda long so dhjfgj under the readmore it goes!!

🤡What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Hunter manages to shove all the junk into one corner and make the start of a fairly presentable bed in the other corner by the time the human re-arrives in the Boiling Isles and throws open his door hard enough to smack it against the wall.

“You took my advice!” shouts the human, at the top of her lungs.

“Hiiiiii,” says Hunter, hands over his ears. The human takes a deep breath. Hunter closes the door in her face. “Byeeee.”

(From this fic!!)

There's a lot of lines I've written over the years that make me laugh, but Hunter and Luz as a funny sibling duo…. Every time I reread this fic I giggle at this scene. 

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

OH ABSOLUTELY there's a few lil ones… I think the one I do most often is namedrop other fandoms/charcters? This happens a lot in my KH fics. Like I'll have a TWEWY reference or character show up for like one second and then never again. Just for funsies and also flavor and also bc I love twewy. 

Sometimes I will also set up scenes specifically to make readers think the worse happened/some guy died or whatever and then it gets revealed its something funny instead. I do that a lot too djhsfgkj

🎢Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

LABYRINTHS OF THE HEART. I love all I've written but nothing will ever come close to Labyrinths. It was freshmen year of college and stuff was happening irl and that fic just. Went places. I had so much fun with it.

✨Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

AAAA. UM. Oh god. Uhhhh I think I do pretty well with characterization / character voice? Also a lot of my fics I write for me and im always very happy with them… they are exactly what I wanted to read. Does that count??

🎶Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

YEAH. For certain fics I'll make a whole playlist, even! As for a song on loop.... this one! Inkpot Gods by the Amazing Devil never leaves my brain haha

🍦What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Ohhh gosh. Okay so its either Klee meeting the knights of Favonius or Hyakkimaru and Dororo comedy fic hjdfgkjgh

💖What made you start writing?

Oooo I gotta think about this one... hmmm, I think, I've always been a daydreamer and as a kid I used to be annoyed I couldn't "reread" my daydreams like I could my favorite books?? so I decided I just had to write them down eventually I think jhdfkgj

Of course in my mind before i could write down my ideas I had to actually get GOOD at writing (kid brain. My logic is silly, write whatever and whenever u want, u do not need "skill" to get started but ANYWAY) that's also how I started writing fic, for writing practice!! And now years later I'm still at it haha

🎯Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

Oooooh, a lot of readers in Labyrinths guessed the final plot point, which is that Varian will become the moondrop… most of my fics don't tend to have major twists though, I think…? There's one other fic I've written that has a HUGEE twist, but it hasn't been revealed yet and no one's guessed it yet, so ;)

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i have a player and xehanort on the island fic in the works (exploring his possible childhood, character study and legacies kinda thing), and its still veeeeeery rough draft (like. basically still just notes) but I do have this exchange!!!

-do you think they’ll like me?

-who?

-the friends from my dreams. I’m not— do you think they’ll like me anyway?

-of course.

-but how do you know? What if they don’t? What if— what if I go out there and no one—

-he stops. He doesn’t know where he was going with that.

-silence. And then his teacher leans forward, and holds him close. I love you, they say. I love you very much.

-that isn’t what I asked.

-but it's my answer. They press a hand to his head. You’ll understand, one day. 

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

The above exhange: "i love you / that isn't what I asked / but it is my answer" has actually shown up in a few fics! It's a common theme I guess u could say... its a conversation that means something to me and I think it is changed slightly by the context of every story, so I keep bringing it in jhdfgkj

Other things that crop up a lot....Found family for sure! Uhhh the phrase "rolling the thought like candy on [their] tongue" shows up a lot without my meaning it too djhfgjkh

Oh!!! Honey!! Honey shows up a lot. I think honey is fantastic. Did u know it lasts forever? Also it has great medical properties--Anyway I think you get the idea haha

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27801085/chapters/68061658 hehe

Anyway. The woods whispering fic may be completed but I think about the fucked up found family relationships in that fic 24/7. The moment i posted the last chapter i had to stare at a wall for a bit haha

[elsternwick-rp]

“Gracious friend, you have been chosen to visit our lovely city… come to Wondrous Elsternwick, near the nexus point of the multiverse!”

No matter who, what, where, or when you are in the wider multiverse, you have received a fine written letter, inviting you to take a vacation to Elsternwick, a beautiful riverside town!

In this amazing place, Magic and technology have come together to make all sorts of fantastic inventions, and its proximity to the “Nexus Point” has caused all sorts of strange things to pop up in the nearby forest… you can choose to help with the research of these anomalies, go on adventures unrelated to them, go on your own journey to understand the strange things that populate these lands, seek your own fortune, or simply unwind in the beautiful town of Elsternwick as a place to relax! You’re free to leave and return home at any time as well, no strings attached!

The town is always changing with the seasons, and its many events, given all the strange things that can happen with the multiverse!

Given their pride, they have invited everyone, even rough types and villains are allowed in town! So long as they behave, of course...

Elsternwick is a Discord RP server, we allow all sorts of fun plots & events to happen, and there are many interesting places to visit and explore!  All the while you’ll be having your own kind of unique happenings with your character, be they an original character, a fan character for something already else set up, or a canon character!

We’re a group that focuses on the lighter aspects of roleplaying (as well as crossovers), the fun and adventure that can come about from unique interactions in a wondrous setting, while also allowing for the potential of some more serious plots, and allowing you take your own pace in both reply speed and plot progression! We are also very laid back, chill, and friendly to practically everyone!

Some other features include…

Canon characters,Original Characters & Fan Characters, and maybe even some self-inserts (if done well) accepted!

PG-13 Group!

Events ran by both players and mods/admins,  can feature original settings and stories, as well as visits or takes on canon plots & locations! You’re also free to DM regular threads if you want, just be sure to run it by the team first <:

NPCs can be played by the moderator team, or even just regular players as long as they fit and can have fun stuff done with them! You can even promote an NPC to a full player character if you like them well enough

Get your muse a job! Elsternwick is always hiring with many jobs, some simple, some complicated, and some inspired by places from across the many different universes! You can do these to help inspire threads, get rewards for your muses, or simply add flavor to other RPs!

“Dungeon Runs” of varying flavors semi-regularly, have your character investigate the mysterious ruins for the thrill of combat and loot! You never know what might be lurking down there!

“Expeditions” that take you beyond Elsternwick, to other towns, and even worlds beyond your own, and other places beyond your wildest dreams!

Dedicated dice rolling bot allows for combat with some stakes, and outcomes one might not expect! (Dice aren’t used for every action!)

Not a fighter? No problem! There’s plenty of odd jobs around the city waiting for you! You could also always help with puzzles and negotiations!

All formats of Roleplaying Accepted! (Text/Script, Paragraph, even long form!)

Many types of plots & developments accepted, be it fun and carefree, or serious with some high stakes behind it!

New areas and locations being added constantly, some depending on characters coming in, and some being “unlocked” for completing events!

Buildings and new locations are added semi-regularly, and sometimes depend on player input and choices, be careful, you could help or hinder all player characters present!

Laid back environment with friendly people, while also allowing a wide variety of developments and changes!

Meet tons of new, friendly, and creative people!

Spectating is an option as well if you simply want to take a peek before joining

Plenty of options for OoC chatter and bonding!

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(New Promo post with slight updates!)

[gabenvrhappened]

LifeOr... Devour The Feast, Scrape Off The Plates, and Lick Up The Platters

Read the inspired lyrics Devour

Nothing screams more "me!" than the word nostalgia and its excessively wistful and sentimental yearning to return to an irrecoverable condition. There's something inside of me that finds a disturbing comfort in missing what used to be. It's disturbing because, even though things are so much better now, they were never great. Nostalgia is a mind trick. So, what should I be missing exactly? In this light I'm in, I'm convinced someone got my soul stuck in a moment of the past and left it there, while my body kept walking away, aging.

Even though I know I shouldn't be missing the times where I blissfully knew nothing about the world, there's one thing I know I'm right to miss: the old me who would have his heart broken but didn't know the reason behind it. The old me who wouldn't question fate and reasons because all it took was just moving on. Now everything cuts me so sharply that it draws no blood because, deep inside, I'm dry. In the past, I would be lying on the floor of my room, drunk and naked, and I would recover because hope kept my torches burning scintillating ambers. Now, they've been buried under the snow I so badly want to see in London.

However, I'm too stubborn to understand that. The storm of snowflakes invades my gardens, but I still pretend that there's a sun to warm everything up and make the white pavement a small river for my dreams to sail freely. I try to convince myself that I can be the guy who goes on meaningless dates; the guy who can stop caring, like a red light can make me stop at the streets I walk singing, while looking for the next eye to fall in love with, pretending that I can be the guy who won't chase but will attract. And so I live like this, an eternal loophole of indecisive signs, wanting to be something and being the total opposite. My lighthouse keeps the universe so confused that it's no wonder I am where and who I am right now.

Devour the feast, scrape off the plates, and lick up the platters. But in what way? What's being served? I would be fierce and eat love alive, with my bare hands covered in blood, feathers, and dirt, no matter what. Now, I'm scared of this so called holy foundation, so I eat dishes made of false cold hopes because I know better now about how the story will end. And I can't help but wonder where have I lost it. What would it take to be my old self again? If there's one thing I hope to be alive to see, it's the day they will invent a map where one can find where all started to go wrong, that way I would know the perfect time stamp of when my mind started to control my every move.

It's paralyzing knowing that something is wrong but not knowing what that something is and, therefore, not knowing how to fix and make it right. It is just not worse, however, than watching everything you ever wanted passing through your eyes while you know that you'll never reach it because you're just not the chosen one. You’re the boldest and bravest you can ever be, but never the boldest and bravest that you should be to achieve your wildest dreams. After all, if everyone could be a hero, heroes would be just normal people.

Then all the hurt will mean nothing? It won't serve as a plot device in a future inspiring conversation of how life was hard but even so, he made it? Then me wanting to stop daydreaming because I wanted real things will be a fruitless effort? I guess I'm missing more closing my eyes at night without thinking of a single thing than what I used to miss when I used to lay down imagining me being picked up by a faceless guy in the middle of the night. At least, if I decide to come back to this habit, I can say I'm doing it because Stanislavski said fantasy is one of the most important tools of an actor in the book I'm currently reading. Maybe that's the first step to coming back to my old ways of shouting to the world that I would never stop trying to find real love just because my heart happened to be broken once (or twice, or more…).

In a way, I'm doing that now, as if there's still a small glowing spark inside of me that wants to keep the reminder of how innocent I once was, when ignorance was bliss. If now I can hold on to the belief that God, the Universe, or whatever knows what I want and what I deserve, as a mature thing I positively conquered throughout these years, the old glowing spark keeps telling me "all it takes is one", and nothing screams more "me!" than a blind hope that will follow me until I'm actually blind, without sensing or feeling the dirt that’s covering my body six feet down.

[the-kipsabian]

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🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? answered here ~

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? i dooooont? really think i have one that would count in this? im leaning towards immortal fears but its not that obvious yet, but thats probably one with the twists and turns its promised to have so. that one lol

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 im allowed to answer this one again, right lol? i like my characters with distinguished voices and i think i give them to them. and i think im good at it so

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? oh so many.. somehow most of them include chris lmao. the reunion fic with him and kip. so many with him and drew. the caring taking one after chris popped his shoulder. the blindfold fic. so so many

❌ What's a trope you will never write? answered here ~

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic? i dont think i have any up tbh lol, but ive always been very fond of christmas themed fics. i'd love to say halloween, but due to cultural differences thats never been a staple for me. even christmas is difficult cause of the same reasons, so i guess its more about seasonal stuff than holidays for me, really? so in that case yeah fall and winter tropes my beloveds

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which? years ago when everything i did was longform yeah. these days not so much, buuuuut ive had few correct speculations in tags of immortal fears. i'll leave it at that lol (and im always so happy when i see people speculating and guessing things, especially if they grab onto hooks im setting up cause nothing makes me !!!!! more as a writer actually planning my stories than that! so!!)

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! this is probably a copout lol, but i have a three parter hanahaki fic with kip and chuck coming out hopefully soon! i personally really like it so far so i hope it hits more people too, but yeah its gonna be angsty! and sad!! and i love every second of it!!! i hope youre ready :)

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. this is no secret, but agender!oc. hes just so beyond of caring about how he presents himself (he cares a little about how he is perceived tbh but usually he doesnt take it personally, its just how it is) and what he identifies with. hes not a man, not a woman, not in the binary. hes just orange <3

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career? i have.. wanted this for like twenty years lol. unfortunately its incredibly difficult thing to do, even more so in my corner of the world cause our circles are so ridiculously much smaller, that theres. only a handful of veeeery famous names that make a living with writing. which i guess is what always puts me back in my hopes and dreams, but maybe one day. i'd love to at least write and publish something, even if its self published. i have plenty of ideas that i would just need to write tbh, but then theres language barriers and everything so.. its a difficult thing

short answer - yes absofuckinglutely. ive always wanted that, just getting there is really hard for me

fanfic writer asks ~

[lottagiftbox]

rp anyone? the plot:

There is a vast area of darkness seemingly as endless as the outside. There's a light tho where anyone can walk up to it. Its a soft white round glow with what seems like images swirling about inside. Sometimes there's whispers around you and water dripping as if on a loop of some kind. The orb of light seems to beckon all that are curious over to it.

Flickering of worlds beyond your wildest dreams can be seen and whispers heard. One such world is of floating buildings with faces and all different colors. It has a large crest that seems like its used for something. there is a library with walking and talking books with little arms and legs some flying with the pages being wings.

An overgrown forest long awaits those that traveled before. The land bringers have shaped the earth creating mountain ranges, valleys and forests. The people came and sought after the resources. They were careless and soon the land fought back bringing with it disease, famine and creatures unlike the world has ever seen. Some time later tho people have started gathering adventures to fight this evil in the world.

Something is lurking in the depths of the deep blue sea, something dangerous. surely its a great way to have fun and it provides food but it can also be a source of heartbreak and death. Rumors spread of treasures down below and entire underwater lost cities. most that venture havent returned but some had came back with untold treasures, fortune and fame.

A high tech village laying in ruin has came alive again, the process of making machines for war. The factory sounds fill the air surrounding the forest and a low humming noise can be heard at ground level. The hive mind of robots they call it, those war bots made from metals and ore from the very ground itself, soldiers marching, A few armies made to attack their targets. Most being mindless they just attack whomever is near, some are much more strategizing. Some robots tend to have more heroic feats but these are few and far between at least where the hive mind is concerned.

The vast wide area of space, what could be awaiting you? There have been signals of aliens of the eldritch variety that might have something to do with this. They might be influencing the robots with their promises of power and more supplies. some aliens take to more noble feats but the eldritch are crazed in their pursuit for power. Most are just wanting everything for themselves and leaving nothing for anything else. They have a very strict alien code known since birth so there are even less good then normal especially with this certain type. They are known to be able to control machines with their minds at least thats as far as we know.

There is a darkness here ready to be brought to the light. Should you choose to join the forces of good or evil is up to you.

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