#fanficwriting

[vianwrites]

It's so weird writing fanfiction now.

Comments are like unicorns. So rare.

It's a bit disheartening since you can't even get feedback and I don't know if I did okay or not. And I know I got clicks, too since I do get kudos at the very least. But comments hit different, because they can uplift an author the same way a fic lets a reader's imagination soar.

[ashsrandomshit]

Howdy, y'all! I need a lil bit of help with something. You see, I've been writing fanfic for a little while now but didn't publish until a few months back.

That being said, I don't seem to have many readers/much engagement. I do realize my fandom is kinda dying out (gotta love the toxic fans, killing everything :/) but I honestly just want to get some feedback on my writing.

That's the real reason I started writing fanfic, as a way to improve my writing as a whole. I love, love, LOVE constructive criticism, so it'd be nice to get some. Here's the link to my story, if anyone is interested. The first part goes into detail about things, too, so make sure to check that out please!

I don't typically do self-promos, but I'm getting a lil disheartened by the lack of engagement. So if y'all could, gimme a chance, read a chapter or two. Anything would help!

Have a good day/night, and thanks in advance!! :)

[accessible-tumbling]

ayo, i'd be cool helping out. <3

Awesome, thanks for offering! I'll add you.

[the-fiction-vixen]

Love this comment I got on my MHA fic "Awake and Dreaming"!⁠ ⁠ ◾ LINK IN BIO ◾ (it's a completed fic!)⁠ ⁠ SUMMARY: ⁠ 15-year-old Shoto Todoroki often has nightmares of his past. It mostly follows the same story: his father training his five-year-old self to the point of him getting sick, his mother coming to comfort him and his father abusing her instead as a result of her interference. This leading into his mother's crazed eyes before she scars his face with boiling water... but this night is different. Before his mother can intervene, someone swoops in and saves him, a teenaged boy with green hair and eyes. After that, he encounters the boy in his dreams again several times and oddly enough it seems that Shoto is the only one who can remember him in this so-called dream world.⁠ ⁠ #selfpromosunday #selfpromo #selfpromotion #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fanficwriting #ao3 #ao3comment #archiveofourown #writingfanfic #mha #myheroacademia #mhafanfic #myheroacademiafanfic https://www.instagram.com/p/CdTH577s4Wj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

GUESS WHATS GONNA BE FINISHED SOON!!!

(hint; my biggest project ever)

[sentient-catctus]

I just had a moment where the thing that happened to a character I was writing a fic for also happened to me just now.

I was about to do a little research for reference to write accurately but I guess the experience came itself to me lol.

[themerryteller]

Hey how do you pspspsps fanfic readers? Asking for a friend, wrong answers only.

[angelsleepinggurl]

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒.you recently found out that your best friend izuku midoriya, is spiderman and all the built-up tensions between the years of friendships finally manifest into this. NOTE: deku is ooc here.

wc. around 1,792

tags. izuku midoriya x reader. spidermandeku! x reader izuku midoriay ax reader smut. spidermandeku!reader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. spiderverse au. fucking your bsf. dom deku. deku eats out your pussy. deku fucks you hard. neck kissing/ sucking. face down ass up. afab!reader. unprotected sex. dirty talk. overstimulation.hair pulling.hitting it raw. 18+ mdni!

🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡

All though he hovered above you, you didn't move or push him off like you typically would. Instead, you placed your delicate hands on his sturdy shoulders.

'What's gotten over me?' You mentally ask yourself, your breathing getting stuck in your throat. The boy's face rapidly warms up the longer the both of you stare into each other's eyes, though that changed soon when his stare shifted from your eyes to your lips. It was like an invisible force pulling the both of you closer to each other. After sitting up in your elbows to close the distance, Deku, over away assuming you wanted to be free yet instead you placed your hands on the back of his to push his down, the both of your foreheads touching now.

"Wait Y/N, are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be doing this." And with that, you connected both of your lips together.  You were in ecstasy, who knew his lips would be so soft and gentle yet so skilled? It immediately had you wanting more as he placed his hands behind your head and the small of your back, his hand underneath your shirt but not moving anywhere else.

As you pull away for air, you tilt your head back before quickly re-attaching yourself to him but this time with your hands under his shirt too, yours being more bold to explore.

Deku used this as an opportunity to pull off his shirt in one swift movement,  his hair getting a but messy in the process. You immediately threw your hands over him and wrapped your legs around him as he went down and your back touched the bed. Soon you felt his lips on your neck as he pepered gentle kisses.

Tilting your head back, you hiss at his warm lips touching your cool neck which soon displayed love bites that slowly worked their way down to your collarbones, reminding you that you hadn't taken anything off yet, and so you did. Throwing your top over your head, revealing your mounds of fat being contained in your bra. Shortly after, you disposed of your pyjama trousers, throwing them off somewhere. Without warning, the green-haired boy reattached his lips to yours, this time being most urgent of all.

Deku's quick hands freed you from your bra which soon gently messaged your breasts as he placed his lips on your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan as you tangle your fingers in his hair, gripping his green locs needly. “Please.” you whimper, almost a plead as the heat between your legs starts intensifying, causing you to write in anticipation.

“Patience babe, patince.” he mumbles along your skin kissing his way down to your core. Deku looks up at you, with those emerald orbs, non-verbally asking you for continuation, to which you nod. He places a tender kiss over your clothed cunt and your eyes shut, head lols back.

“Are you wet for me baby?” He mumbles against your cunt, placing a sweet kiss over your covered clit, his large, rough fingers pressing your panties into your wetness, watching in awe as they practically drench in your wetness. You've never felt more embarrassed, your face heating up instantaneously. “Look at how wet you are f’me.” He fiddles with the fabric of your panties before pulling them to the side. The cool air rushes to your soaking cunt, causing you to shudder.

Deku's tongue immediately causes you to jolt though as with one long stripe of his tongue over your sensitive bud, your back arches. Your cute reactions seem to fuel his determination to have you a mess over his tongue and all over his face. As he laps you like a starved man, his nose grazes up against your clit, making you reel. “Don’t stop.” you moan out, your legs shuddering, threatening to close shut like a vice around his head.

“You like that hmm?” he asks against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice adding to the sensations. To which you respond with a “Fuck!” Deku uses this as an incentive to carry on, his tongue lapping up all of your juices, not letting any go to waste. His tongue swirls and laps and sucks on your clit, and you feel your orgasm work your way up, so soon.

“Dekuu.” you whine.

“What’s my name?”

“Izuku.” you moan breathlessly.

“That’s it.” he purrs, licking up your sopping cunt and slowly pushing his fingers into your tight cunt, he can’t believe how tight you're squeezing around him, so desperately. The thought of your freaky side finally being revealed to him seems to turn him on, His dick hardening at the thought, He moves faster and faster, like a starved man, like you’re oxygen. This intense wave of pleasure makes you unable to lay still as you writhe and squirm chanting out his name.

“Please, please, please Zuku.” His large hands grip onto your thighs, which seem to be getting in the way of his best work yet. He’s relentless and unforgiving as he works faster to please him to slow down. “Wait stop, m’gonna cummm.” You mewl out. He thinks the noises you make are cute, “Izu, Izu, Izuuuu shittt.” You feel the knot in your heated core tightening as you are seconds away from releasing everywhere. His fingers thrust into you and he shakes his head as his nose nuzzles into your clit, pressing deeper.

“YES FUCK YES!” you cry out loudly, your body shuddering and trembling and the pleasure ripples through your body, your orgasm taking control, and your juices spilling everywhere. You take a minute to recollect yourself, as you feel your cum trickle out of your warm pussy, all falling onto Deku’s face. He swipes some of it off his face with his fingers, places it in his mouth and swirls his tongue around his fingers savouring your taste.

“Shit you taste good. ” he says, staring down at you. The sound of a zipper being undone and the familiar jingle of a belt being kicked off the bed causes you to sit up. Deku rubs his dick up and down your pussy, watching it twitch from overstimulation. His eyes slowly rise from the filthy sight, unto your pleading eyes. “Can you take it? You ready for my dick princess?” He asks rubbing his top up and down your slick folds, awaiting your response. Too shy to respond you nod sheepishly, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Words princess words. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Want you fill me up with you dick.”

“You sure.”

His question seems to stump because all of a sudden you're not that sure. You sit up properly to observe his dick. His tip is furiously red, leaking with precum. He was pretty girthy, definitely enough to stretch you out. His take takes a slight curve to the left and it’s lined with veins from his base to the top.

“You’re big.” You mumble, staring at his dick that you seemed to be salivating over.

“Do you think we can make it fit princess?” He asks, One large hand gripping unto your hip as you sink back down into the bed. “You bite your lip in contemplation and nod slowly. “ I need you to be sure about this Y/N.”

“I want you deep in me Izuku.” You confess and with that his teasing tip begins to make an entrance in your pussy, pressing itself further in. His eyes train on your face and how it contorts as he pushes himself in. “Tell me when to go.”

“Keep going slowly.”

His dick slowly reaches further and further inside your walls, till soon you're ready. He doesn't hesitate as he rocks his hips, creating a steady rhythm. And it feels good, it all feels so damn good as he slides in and out of your aching pussy. “MHm Faster please faster.” You moan out. Deku heeds your instructions and begins rocking his hips, his tip brushing against your G-spot causing to briefly go over the edge every time. “Who knew you were dirty like this Y/N.” he says, thrusting in an out of you, watching your body bounce with every move. Your breasts hypnotisingly bouncing around making Deku speed up lightly just to watch your tits bounce faster. “ Look at you, going crazy over dick, is this how you really are?” He asks and by now he's pummeling in and out of your relentlessly. You scream out his name and claw on his back and he leans forward to fondle with your breasts.

“Fuck it feels so good don’t stop.”

“Ill have to if you keep squeezing me like that.” Your repetitive moans seem to send Deku over the edge. the thrusts stop and you feel hands underneath you pick you up to flip you over, laying you on your stomach. His hand pushes your head down dn you insitively put your ass up high in the hand, shaking it needily. Deku first slaps his tip along your pussy before giving a harsh slap t your ass, watching as it begins to tune red. His palms grip the flash of your ass like his life depended on it. Gripping it and using it to pummel into you. Your moans were muffled as he drilled you into the bed. Tears spill out your eyes from the immense pleasure.

“MM’GONNA COMEEEE.” you cry out.

“Aww can my baby not take it anymore.” he coos in your year, going even faster than before. “Please, please, please please.” you chant.

“Can you hold out until I tell you to come?” he asks, his grunts and groans mixing with your whimpers and moans, but the only way you can respond is in a string of curses.

Deku begins to pummel in and out of you at inhumane speed, you genuinely find it difficult to hold yourself up and he drives you deeper into the mattress, mind’s cloudy and fogged up, and the only thing going on is your cock drunk smile. “I'm coming princess, you wanna come with me?” he asks.

“YES!” You cry out.

“Come f’me baby, I want your pretty come allll over my dick.” The knot in your stomach breaks and your eyes screw shut, toes curling in ecstasy that washes over you like the big tides in the ocean. Your body immediately goes limp and your pussy oozes out your cum. Deku picks you up by your arms and finishes off with a few lazy thrusts, before placing you on the bed again.

You can't believe you've just fucked your best friend. You can’t believe you fucked Spiderman.

🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡

you're welcome

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Concept: Regulus is only a goofball in James’ presence because he loves to see that big stupid smile.

(No one else understands why James keeps telling everyone Regulus is so funny when he is dead serious in public all the time.

James: you’re so funny

Everyone: he’s literally a murder nugget???)

[lieslab]

Stray Kids find out you’re not eating.

A/N: I think some of you so desperately need this. You’re not alone in your struggles. Please reach out to someone if you need to. No matter how awful you may feel, no matter how much your brain screams at you, you deserve to eat. Please do not forget how precious you are <3 

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: Contains mentions of skipping meals, fainting, weight loss, starvation, exhaustion, hair loss, over-exercising, spitting and chewing, weighing self, and throwing up. 

Word Count: 3,800

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and a bit of angst. 

_ _ _ 

Chan:

He knew something was wrong when you declined breakfast and then lunch and at dinner, you slipped up. He was making the two of you food. Standing over the stove, steam floated up from the pot of rice. He worked quickly around the kitchen as you sat at the kitchen table. 

The two of you had been sharing snippets about your day. When he grabbed two bowls from the cupboard, that’s when you intervened. “What are you doing?” You asked. 

“Getting us bowls for dinner, why?” 

“Oh, I’m not hungry, I had a big lunch. Whatever leftovers you have, if you don’t want them, I can eat them later.” 

He agreed at first, but then when he thought back to it, you had lunch with him and the guys. You slowly nursed a coffee and insisted you had a stomach ache. Upon realizing this, he turned around to face you. You knew the moment that his eyes hit yours that he caught your lie.  

“You didn’t have lunch.” 

“I-I did!” You slipped up with a stutter. “It was after I left you and the guys.” Your voice raised an octave. Feeling mortified, you quickly looked down at the floor. 

“What’s going on?” He walked over to you and grabbed your hands in yours. His soft voice nearly made you cry. “Why are you lying to me?” When he started rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs, that’s when you broke completely. 

“Okay, so I’ve been skipping meals. It hasn’t been an issue. It’s only for a little bit beca-” 

“A little bit? You have to eat. Your body needs energy. If you don’t eat, you’re going to be so tired.” 

“But I-” 

“No,” he cut you off again. “I’m going to finish making dinner and you’re going to eat some of it, okay? 

As much as you wanted to disagree, you knew how much he valued your health. The look of pity that he gave you nearly killed you.” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

-_-_-

Lee Know:

Lee Know hummed beneath his breath as he brought out canned cat food. At his feet, his three cats sat impatiently. Doongie meowed as he eagerly slithered between Lee Know’s legs. 

“You’re going to have to wait patiently,” Lee Know muttered. “We’ve been doing this for years, you guys know the drill.” 

You chuckled from your place on the couch. From where you were located, you could see all of them in the kitchen. The meaty smell of cat food floated towards your nose and without warning, your stomach grumbled loudly. So loud, that Doongie’s meow was cut off and he whipped his head towards you as did his siblings. 

Lee Know paused his movements. “Are you hungry too?” 

“No.” 

Your stomach rumbled again and you mentally cursed yourself. You hadn’t eaten since this morning and now it was dinner time. You thought you could make it the whole day without making your hunger obvious. 

“I could make you something like uh…” he paused for a moment and looked up trying to think of something. 

“No thank you,” you politely declined. 

Your stomach rumbled in disagreement. He ignored it and placed the cats’ food on the ground. They raced over to the dishes and began to eat. You stared at them with a clenched jaw. It wasn’t fair that cats didn’t have to worry about things like their weight. 

Before you realized what was happening, he snuck up behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you towards him on the opposite side of the couch. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing, I’m just not hungry.” 

“Your stomach doesn’t think so.” 

You let out a sigh, “I’m trying to lose weight, that’s all.” 

“Are you doing it properly?” 

“Well…” 

“Come on,” he stood up and grabbed your arm, “let’s go.” 

“Where are we going?” 

“Grocery shopping. If you want to lose weight, you’re going to do it the healthy way. We’re going to get stuff to cook healthy meals. I’m not going to sit here and watch you starve yourself.”

“B-” 

“No buts. Come on! Soonie, Doongie, and Dori need you to be happy and healthy and so do I. You’ve got to live a long life for us.” 

-_-_-

Changbin:

You yelped in shock as hands were wrapped around your waist and your feet left the floor. “What are you doing?” You panicked and squirmed. 

“I’m testing my strength! I’ve been working out more in the gym and I want to see if all that hard work is paying off.” 

“Changbin, let go of me!” 

“No.” 

You let out a sigh and crossed your arms over your chest in annoyance until he finally placed you back on your feet. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and spun you towards him. You let out another yelp as a wave of dizziness swept over you at the sudden movement. You dug your nails into his forearm to steady yourself. 

Changbin grabbed your hips to stabilize you and hummed to himself. He let his eyes trail from the top of your head down to the bottom of your feet. Not being able to take it anymore, you asked him what he was doing. 

He reached out and placed his hands on your hips. “Uh-huh, just as I suspected.” 

“What?” 

“You’re not eating properly.” 

“And how the fuck do you know that?” 

“Well, it was a guess, but you just confirmed my suspicions.” 

You groaned as he took your wrist with his hand. He began to pull you along. You struggled to get your legs to move. “Where are we going?” 

“To the nearest gas station. We’re going to get you something to eat. Don’t worry about paying, it’s my treat.” 

“But the fans,” you started. 

“My fans are not me. Just because they don’t like the way you look, it doesn’t mean I don’t. You gotta eat something before you blow away in the wind.” 

“Binnie!” 

“I’m just saying! What if you blow away? Who will I show my love to then? Who will I show my muscles off to?” 

“You’re a pain in my ass.” 

“The biggest and the best.” 

-_-_-

Hyunjin:

“You’re still not doing it right. It’s right hand and then left hand and then hip pop and spin. Ready?” 

You nodded your head with bags under your eyes. You didn’t dare admit that you had been barely eating over the past week. Hyunjin would probably kill you. So with sweat trickling down your forehead and plastering your shirt to your back, you tried it again. 

“And five, six, seven, eight!” He called out. 

You began to move your body, but halfway through, something went wrong. Black spots swarmed your vision and your mouth went dry. You briefly felt like you were underwater. 

Hyunjin watched the whole thing in the practice mirror. You spun and down you went. He watched in horror as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your limbs went limp immediately. Your body slammed into the floor with a thud and your head bounced off the floor. 

He instantly dropped down to your side and in the middle of his panic, he shook you. Calling out your name, tears came into his eyes. You nearly gave the poor man a heart attack. It took a few seconds to come back around before you realized what had happened. 

You tried to sit up, but he pushed you back down. “Don’t move! Don’t move! Are you okay? Oh my god. Do I need to call an ambulance? I should call an ambulance just to make sure you’re okay.” 

“No ambulance,” you mumbled. 

“But you just fainted for no reason and yo-” 

“No ambulance,” you repeated yourself. 

“But yo-” 

“I haven’t been eating!” You blurted out. Your head throbbed from hitting the ground. Your stomach had been so empty that it started eating itself. 

His voice caught in his throat at first. “What?” He finally got out. 

“I haven’t been eating. I just thought that maybe if I stopped eating, I could lose some weight and I-” 

“Stop it. Holy fucking shit, I thought you nearly died! Stay right there, I’m going to go find something for you to eat and drink.” 

“Hyunjin, I-” 

“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, you need to get something in your system before you faint again. Stay right here and don’t move.” 

Without another word, he quickly left to get you food and water.

-_-_-

Han:

“Did I do something?” Han stood in the door frame of your bedroom. “Can I try and fix whatever it is? I’m sorry.” 

You laid face down in your bed. Your face had been shoved into a fluffy pillow. You didn’t dare move because you didn’t want to see the hurt on his face. You had snapped at Han the moment you came home from work. You hadn’t meant to, you were just so hungry that your mood turned sour. Han just happened to catch you at a bad time. 

Your body silently shook as your sobs were absorbed by your pillow. He didn’t say anything else and you thought that maybe he had left feeling more hurt than when he arrived. Han was always afraid of hurting people’s feelings. To know that you were the reason why he was so upset, it killed you. 

Upon hearing you sniffle, Han tip-toed further into your dark room. He called your name and waited for you to say something to him. You rolled over and looked at him with a salty mixture of tears and snot running down your face. 

“I’m sorry” was the only thing you could find the words to say. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t do anything, I swear.” 

“Did you have a bad day?” 

The hurt had left his face completely. All that was left behind was large twinkling brown eyes that were filled with curiosity. That killed you even more. To know that you had to admit what you had been doing to his face. 

“I just,” you sniffled again, “I haven’t been feeling the best.” 

“You could have told me,” his voice softened. Long arms slid around your waist and pulled you close. “I want to take care of you.” 

“I don’t deserve to be taken care of. I’m so fat and ugly and I-” 

Shock washed over his face. “What are you talking about?” 

“I hate myself and I haven’t been eating because,” tears filled your eyes again. “Because maybe if I stop eating, I’ll lose weight, and people will like me more that way.” 

“Who told you that?” 

“Society.” 

“Well, society fucking sucks. You are fucking beautiful, every single inch of you is perfect. Is this why you’ve been so moody? Because you’re hungry?” 

“Has it really been that bad?” 

“I thought you were starting to hate me!” 

“I could never hate you! I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?” 

“How about we watch a movie and eat some food. I know you don’t want to, but I think it might make you feel better.” He used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “We can work out the rest of your apology later.” 

“What movie?” 

“Howl’s Moving Castle?” 

“I should have known.” 

-_-_-

Felix:

“Can I use your laptop to google something?” Felix asked. 

“Yeah, just try not to get a virus on it, would you?” 

“It was one time!” 

“You tried to illegally download your own song and I had to completely wipe everything from my computer.” 

“I apologized and you had everything backed up.” 

“Doesn’t mean I won’t let you forget about it.” You grabbed your folded pile of clothes and headed towards your bathroom. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“I’m holding you to that!” 

You shut the bathroom door and locked it behind you. It didn’t take you long to strip out of your clothes and stand beneath the warm spray of the showerhead. Meanwhile, Felix sat criss-cross applesauce with your laptop on his lap. 

He began typing in the question he had when google suggested him a google search. 

How to lose weight? 

And the worst part was that it was highlighted as a previous google search. You had searched that question before. He tried to ignore the uneasiness that washed over him. Everyone had struggled a little with their weight before, right? 

He tried to clear it from his thoughts. It wasn’t his business, after all, you had been kind enough to let him use your laptop. He continued typing in his question and that’s when another previous search recommendation popped up.

How to lose 10 pounds in one month? 

Before he knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, he clicked on it. The page reloaded and brought up a wide variety of websites. His stomach dropped at the sight of them. Article after article had been linked and the worst part was that the links were purple instead of blue. You had been visiting each site. 

You had clicked on them. You poured over them for hours. Trying to find the latest diet to rapidly lose weight, you craved the high of an empty stomach. The daintiness that came with it. The romanticization of starvation, you fell in love with it. How could you not? All the pretty people were skinny. 

Still distraught, he went to the google search history of your laptop and clicked it. His heart shattered in his chest. Link after link, article after article, one random website after the next, after the next. You had spent minutes, no, hours, pouring over every website. You craved the high of it all. 

The bathroom door started to open, he closed the tab, and slammed your laptop shut. 

“Did you find what you were looking for?” You asked with a smile.  

And that’s when it hit him. The brown bags beneath your eyes. You had started to complain that you were tired all the time. Your hair had begun to fall out more than normal. So many things that you had enjoyed doing, you started to turn them down. 

His heart shattered in his chest. He had been doing all of that at one point. He knew how awful the whole thing was and yet when it came to you, he hadn’t even realized it. You were so good at hiding it that he didn’t know. He might have never known until he got a hold of your laptop. 

“How long have you been starving yourself?” 

“What?” You blinked in shock. “What are you talking about?” You tried to deflect the question. 

“Don’t lie to me, it’s the only thing in your search history. How long have you been starving yourself? When was the last time you ate?” 

“Why does it matter?” 

“When was the last time you ate?” 

“Two days ago.” 

Felix closed his eyes to hide the tears that threatened to pour down his freckled cheeks. He swallowed and tried to pull himself together. “Why?” His soft voice was enough to make you melt. 

“I want to be pretty.” 

“But you are.” 

“Not enough.” 

“You’re killing yourself!” He blurted out. Tears filled his eyes faster. “You’re slowly killing yourself and if you keep it up, you’re going to wither away. I can’t lose you.” 

“You’re not going to lose me.” 

“Please come get something to eat with me.” 

“Would it make you feel better?” 

He nodded. 

Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Okay, let’s go get something.” 

-_-_-

Seungmin:

“Seungmin, where the fuck is the bathroom scale?” 

“It broke, so I threw it away.” 

“You, what?” You shrieked. You tugged at your hair as you tried not to freak out. You hadn’t weighed yourself today and you needed to. How were you supposed to know how much weight you had lost? 

“Where is it?” 

“Trash.” 

“I’ll go get it, I can fix it.” 

“They took the trash this morning.” 

You froze with your back turned to him. It took everything in you not to turn around and shake him. He didn’t know this about you. He didn’t know how much of an addiction you had to losing weight. No matter what happened, he could never know. 

You finally settled on an “oh” and quickly put on a pair of socks and began lacing up your tennis shoes. 

“Where are you going?” He asked. 

“I’m going to walk to the store and get a new scale.” 

“You’re going to walk to the store?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“The nearest store is two miles away.” 

“I could use the exercise.” 

“It’s raining,” he continued. 

“I’ll take an umbrella.” 

“Stop it.” 

“What?” You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

He sat on the edge of a couch with his arms folded across his chest. “You’re not very good at hiding your problems. The swapping full sized meals to protein shakes, exercising more than normal, the constant weighing yourself.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you played dumb. “Is it wrong to take care of my physical health?” 

“It is when every meal you’ve had for the past two days, you’ve been chewing it and spitting it into your napkin.” 

The color washed out of your face at once. “How did yo-” 

“Nobody goes through four different napkins while they’re eating food. Not to mention, I found them in the trash can after you left the table. The bathroom scale is fine, but I think it’s going to stay hidden for a while.” 

“But I-” 

He shot you a narrowed glare. 

“It’s probably for the best,” you mumbled; feeling annoyed that your plans had been destroyed. 

“Grab that umbrella and let’s go.” 

“Where are we going?” 

He stood up and walked over towards you. “The restaurant down the road. You need to eat something that doesn’t taste like chocolate chalk.” 

“The protein shakes aren’t that bad.” 

“You’re only saying that because you’ve been starving yourself and everything tastes good when you’re starving. Come on, let’s go get some food in your stomach.” 

-_-_-

I.N:

You had completely panicked when I.N announced that his parents wanted to meet you and have dinner. You had been struggling recently with eating. You could barely keep up the act of eating in front of I.N let alone having his parents make you a meal that you had no control over. 

If you didn’t eat it, it’d be considered incredibly rude, and you didn’t want to offend them. He was so happy when he brought up the topic, that you didn’t dare turn it down and destroy his happy mood. 

So you went and you smiled and you played it cool. When a large portion of food was sat in front of you, you smiled as it was served. You laughed along and tried to maintain the role that I.N had designated you as. You answered questions and you asked questions. 

You had been the perfect guest. You did everything right, but when you got home, you fell apart. You were so physically aware of the amount of food in your stomach that it made you want to throw up. You were nauseated and bloated and you had eaten too much. You didn’t want to be rude when you were offered a second portion, so you took it. 

When you came back home, you patted your pockets and faked a panic. Your phone was missing and you couldn’t find it. You had dug through your purse frantically and checked under your seat, but you couldn’t find your phone. 

I.N started looking for it and as he was doing that, you swore you’d be back, but you had to go to the bathroom. You darted towards the house, unlocked it, and let yourself in. You scrambled towards the bathroom and dropped in front of the toilet. Forcing two fingers down your throat, you heaved and made the food come back up. 

Over and over you went, fingers scraping up along your two front teeth. Tears streamed down your cheeks and vomit contaminated toilet water splashed your face. Stomach acid coated your teeth. It made you feel awful, but, at least, you were getting rid of all the food you had consumed. 

I.N hadn’t found your cell phone. He went into the house to tell you that he was going to head back to his parents’ house to look for it. Perhaps you dropped it on your way out of the house or in the driveway. When he heard the sound of you retching, he hurried towards the bathroom. 

There he found you with your phone sitting face down on the bathroom sink. Two fingers lodged into the back of your throat. You hadn’t noticed him and he was too shocked to say something. He watched as you did it over and over again. 

Saliva covering your fingers, drool dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears trickling down your cheeks, he saw all of it. At some point, he realized what was happening and rushed over towards you. A tender hand was placed upon your shoulder. 

You jumped at his touch and ripped your fingers out of your mouth quickly. With wide eyes, you felt like a deer caught in headlights. “How long have you been standing there?” 

“Not long. Are you okay?” He had been there for a while, but he didn’t want to make you feel worse. 

You shook your head and began crying. Your shoulders heaved as heavy sobs racked your body. You hadn’t been okay for a while and this had been your breaking point. You felt miserable and disgusting and guilty. Without meaning to, you had traumatized the poor boy. 

“I’m sorry I lied about the phone,” you got out. 

“Why were you…” He trailed off. 

“I’ve been struggling with eating,” you sniffled. “We went to see your parents and they were so nice. They’re such lovely people and I didn’t want to be mean and say no. I didn’t want to disappoint them, so I ate dinner and then I felt so disgusting,” you spat. “I felt so gross!” 

“It’s not your parents fault, their food was amazing, but I-” 

“I think I understand. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He cautiously grabbed your forearm and lifted you up from your spot on the floor. “How about a shower? I’ll go get you some clean clothes, okay? After that, I can bandage up your fingers.” 

You mumbled a quiet agreement.  

Before he left, he kissed the top of your forehead. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?” 

You silently nodded. 

It was for the best. 

[vianwrites]

So, I decided to continue with that previous Trimberly fanfic I did? And, this time it's on Kimberly's side of the story...so, yeah...ended up making it multi-chapter? Sort of? I'm not really sure how well I am doing with this, but I hope I am doing well.

Anyways, here's the second part/companion piece to Eyes Open (Trini's Version). The title of this one is Jump and Fall (Kimberly's Version)...and, yeah, pulling titles from Taylor Swift's discography because, why not? Will be postin this on AO3 and Wattpad as well. Anywho...this fic goes like this:

Kimberly Hart sat at her desk in her room, the soft vibrant hues of the cloudy afternoon sun basked her room with enough light that she didn’t need to open the lamp by her desk. She sat there for a reason, had been seated at her desk for much of the afternoon already. And, in all honesty, she should have been focusing on the opened textbooks in front of her, on the notebooks strewn haphazardly on her desk, on school assignments demanding her attention. But they ended up all fading to the background, like they were unimportant set pieces. Instead of diving into algebraic equations or historical dates, grammar and the proper use of punctuation, Kimberly found herself lost in a maze of thoughts and emotions as she tapped to a random rhythm with her pen.

It had been a whirlwind these past few months—months that felt like years. A whirlwind of emotions and events. It had been months since she made that brash and reckless action—some would call it a boneheaded move, a social suicide—that ended up destroying her reputation, getting her status as the ‘Queen Bee’ revoked and made her a pariah in school. That led her to a path she never dreamed would even be one possible to trudge on. It was so impossible and fantastical and something straight out of a comic book. It also led her to people—outcasts and misfits, like herself—that she would form a connection with. To people she would call her “family” and would call her theirs.

If she were to be honest, it felt like a lifetime ago. She felt as though the person she was then and the person she was now were from two different alternate universes. And, in the midst of all the drama, all the training and the struggles of trying to morph and the disappointment and frustration that came with failing to do so, witnessing a friend die and be revived, and almost dying herself in the process of defending their town...yeah, she would like to think that she had changed quite a bit. All the Rangers—Jason, Billy, Zack, and Trini—had.

But, in the midst of her thoughts of her journey as the Pink Ranger thus far, there was one thing that stood out to her as clear as daylight: the surprising bond she had forged with Trini Gomez, the Yellow Ranger. It was, if she was being honest, she had never thought Trini would be her closest in their friend group. After all, Trini wasn’t exactly easy to get along with. At least, not from the start.

The lonesome girl had been wary of her, and for good reasons. Still, they did end up getting along and now she considers Trini her best friend and knows the other girl thinks of her that way as well.

Suffice to say, it wasn’t the first time the Yellow Ranger wormed her way into the other girl’s thoughts.

Still, no matter how many times it has happened, it always managed to surprise her. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, so it wasn’t something she comes to expect at times or even sought after. But, regardless, it always had a way of creeping up to her. Sometimes it came slowly and insidiously. Other times it came like a freight train that comes barreling with such unstoppable speed and force. Regardless of how those thoughts invaded, they were always impossible to ignore. There was just something about Trini—her strong sense of individuality and fierce independence, rebelliousness to conforming to societal norms and social hierarchies, the confidence she seemed to carry that belied her years, and the juxtaposition she found with her hardened facade to her soft caring attitude.

She was captivated by the way Trini carried herself; captivated by the way her lips would quirk into a genuine smile—often a rare occasion to others, but one that had become somewhat of a norm recently whenever they have hung out together; captivated by the way Trini had been treating her as of late.

And yet behind that ruggedness that she showed and the lone wolf attitude she had initially portrayed, Kimberly found a multi-faceted girl that drew her in, like a moth to that proverbial flame.

When Trini was with her, Kimberly couldn't shake the feeling of solace and peace she felt. It was like a warm embrace, a fluffy blanket of comforting presence in the midst the hectic chaos that their life had become. At the same time, there was always something lingering—like a spark just about ready to ignite—whenever they interacted, making her feel something akin to an adrenaline rush. Kimberly found herself seeking out Trini's gaze, drawn to the warmth and depth of her brown eyes, deep and soulful.

As the Pink Ranger sat there in her room, she couldn’t help but wonder why she felt that way about Trini. Why did she crave Trini's approval, seek out her company, cherish each interaction they had together? Why did she feel a sense of loss whenever Trini wasn't around. Like a piece of her was, not necessarily incomplete but, missing? It wasn’t like that with the other Rangers. And, to be honest, she doesn’t remember it being the same way with anybody else. Well, there was somebody else, but that was before he cheated on her and—

—And then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit her.

This undeniable attraction she felt towards Trini was more than just admiration, more than just respect. It felt like it had morphed—pardon the pun—from something more than just friendship and a sense of camaraderie. It was now something deeper, more profound; something simple but yet oh so complicated. Something she had never felt before with another girl.

She had feelings for Trini. Feelings that went beyond platonic, more than just mere friendship.

The thought terrified her. Her mind couldn’t quite wrap itself around such an epiphany. She had never considered herself anything but straight. She had never entertained nor imagined the thought of being attracted to another girl, much more falling in love with one. But, as she sat there in her mess of a room it, strangely and jarringly, made undeniable sense to her, like puzzle pieces being put in quick succession into place.

It frightened her as much as it elated her. It made her heart skip a bit and thundered between her rib cage. Her chest constricting and breath hitching at the realization of her own desires; of acknowledging the possibility of her own queerness and sexuality and of the path her heart had suddenly decided to open up for her.

As she wrestled with these conflicting emotions, she caught glimpse of the photo she had tacked on the wall near her desk: the photo of the Power Rangers, taken as a group, during the celebratory campfire they had after Rita’s defeat. Her eyes gravitated and fixated themselves on Trini standing next to her in the photograph, grinning widely, skin glowing with the light of the campfire’s flames, and memories of her interactions with the shorter girl flooded her mind—from their first exchange and the chase that followed and every memory since.

But one memory stood out above all others: that night at the campfire.

In the midst of Zack’s suggestion to share about themselves—a proposition that irked Kimberly at that time despite what merits may be gained, what with not wanting to talk about the whole Amanda-thing and the shame that came with what she had done—in the hopes that they would trust each other more and be able to morph, Kimberly witnessed the strength and resilience beneath the tough exterior of one Trini Gomez. She saw the vulnerability and uncertainty hidden behind Trini’s bravado. After all, it takes quite a lot of courage to speak up about one’s insecurities the way the shorter girl had.

In that moment, Kimberly had felt a sense of awe and wonder at Trini, whom she initially thought was just someone with a lot of pent up rage and angst personified in such a small body. She felt something begin to form with the Yellow Ranger and with her desire to try and emulate such strength and get to know Trini further, get her to share more, to open up more.

That connection solidified itself and grew into actual friendship when Trini pulled her locker door out of its hinges after it had been vandalized and had offered her own locker for Kimberly to use. It was an act that she didn’t think she would be receiving from anyone. Certainly not something Trini would instigate without much egging. Granted, she didn’t know much about the girl at that time, but up until then Trini was pretty much aloof with her. They talked, yes, but she didn’t get a sense that the girl had any desire to be protective of her outside of their training until that moment. So, yes, that had come as a surprise. So much so that she distinctly remembered herself being at a loss for words.

And now, as Kimberly sat there in her room, her heart heavy and wrestling with longing and uncertainty, she couldn’t help but wonder what it now all meant for her. Did she really crave for something more? It did feel that way. Did she want to do something about it? More importantly, does Trini feel the same way? Does she want to risk what she had with Trini in favor of what they could have if the feeling was mutual? What would her parents say? What would everyone think? So many questions, one after the other, bubbled up to the forefront of her mind.

Any other day and those questions would have been ones she would be avoiding for weeks, pushing it to the back of her mind in favor of what little bit of normalcy was left in her life. After all, things were changing too fast, she wanted to slow down a bit. But now, there was nothing to occupy her mind with. It was simply fixated on the possibilities that lay before her...that was, if Trini did feel the same way.

And, she knew she was reckless. She knew it was, perhaps, her fatal flaw. Her recklessness was often tied to her emotional state—on what she was feeling at the moment and that energy being converted into some spontaneous action. It was that recklessness that often landed her into all sorts of messes in the past, and would no doubt continue to do so in the future. Especially when she does something without fully analyzing the consequence her actions would bring to herself or to others.

It was that sudden impulsiveness that had Kimberly reach for her phone, unlock it, and with trembling fingers type out and send a message to Trini without so much as second guessing what she was doing.

“Hey Trini, can we talk? It’s important.”

Yeah, if things went south, she could blame it on that. Or own up to it with the fact that one of the things she had learned with this whole ordeal with Rita was she shouldn’t take things for granted; that when the time to act came, she must be decisive about it, act on it. No regrets. Because you only live once, and once should be enough.

As recent as the revelation of her feelings for her best friend was, Kimberly felt it was time for her to come into terms with them, to explore them, to understand them and herself. And who better to do that with than Trini? She just hoped the other girl felt the same way.

As the three dots appeared on her messenger signifying Trini writing a message, Kimberly felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins.

Yes, this was uncharted territory for her. She didn’t know where this would lead her. It was the same with becoming the Pink Ranger and, well, she’d like to think she handled that as well as it she could—maybe even better than she think she would, all things considered.

Yeah, positive thoughts and all that.

With that thought in mind, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, only opening them when her phone notified her of Trini’s reply.

“I’ll be there in a few,” it had said.

[lieskuu]

" Anything you can do, I can do better. "

{ 希望 } Ranpoe x M!Reader

Genre : Smut !!

Includes : Dom!Top!Ranpo, Dom!Top!Poe, Sub!Bottom!Reader, Threesome, Gagging, Crying ( Dacryphilia ),

A/n : GUESS WHOS BACK !! this has been requested by @tucshieen !! sorry I haven't been posting lately, kinda got busy after the Sigma one :P BUT HOPE THIS'LL MAKE UP FOR IT !!

!! FEMALE ALIGNED DNI !!

Your boyfriends would always compete with each other, it was quite normal but sometimes it would get out of hand, but would you do anything about it? nah.. you have better things to do.

Like.. watching them make up the dumbest competitions.

But I guess these competitions started to include you.. like, who's the better kisser, who's better at making you blush, who's better at picking dates.

You were flattered honestly, but I guess today this competition was.. something else perhaps.

What do you do when your boyfriends, one is deep throating you and one is slamming into your hole, is fighting about who could please you more? you could barely think.

Your mouth filled with a certain novelist's dick, holding onto his hips for support while your hole was filled by a certain detective's dick, your eyes were just tearing up, you could barely handle it.

" Mhm.. just like that, fuck you're mouth is so warmm.. " Poe smiled at you as he pulled on your hair a little, making you take every single inch, " You can handle it, right? " The novelist smiled at you as he used his other hand to wipe your tears.

While the detective scoffed and gripped your hips, " Don't pay attention to him, " He mumbled under his breath as he started pounding into you harder, causing you to choke out a cry, your breath hitching, you weren't sure on who to focus on.

" Ed doesn't seem to know how to use his dick properly. " Ranpo joked as he moved his hand down and started to wrap his hand around your cock, stroking it as he pounded into you restlessly.

Poe raised an eyebrow as he looked at Ranpo, " Seems that my dear Ranpo, is selling out the wrong info, seems quite irresponsible for ' the world's greatest detective. ' " He responded back as he pulled onto your hair harder.

You started to choke a little, getting the brunette's attention as he looked down, locking eye contact with you once more, " Choking, eh..? Ranpo-kun's being too hard on you, hm? " He said as he stroked your hair.

It's quite an obvious difference on who's gentle and who's rough.

" Me? being hard on him? I'm just giving him a better time! unlike you. " The black-haired spat back, glaring at the other.

" Better time? you're being so rough on him, isn't that right, hm? " Poe questioned you, as if he expected you to back him up, but you were too busy crying out of pleasure.

Your tears running down and dropping like rain, your face flushed, you were about to move your head to respond but Ranpo spanked your ass, causing you to choke out another moan.

" Aw.. look at him crying! isn't he adorable. " Ranpo giggled as he spanked you once more, hearing your muffled noises just make him want to pound you faster, " Seems to be enjoying it, ya know. " He grinned mischeviously.

" Or maybe he's crying because of you. " Poe responded.

" Yeah, crying because I know how to have a fun time. " Ranpo giggled once more.

The novelist scoffed and pulled your hair, feeling your mouth's warmth, " You're doing so well for me, aren't you? " He moaned as he felt your tongue move around his cock, thrusting his length into your mouth.

You practically melted at his praises, you didn't even know who to choose at this point, them arguing over you is honestly making you feel so .. how do you explain it.

Their arguing kept going, but you were so.. close, so fucking close, that Ranpo noticed your legs shaking, he smiled as he took it well, he jerked you off faster, determined to give you a better time and cum well.

Poe noticed and started gripping onto your hair harder one last time and started forcing you to take his entire length, determined to make you feel more warmth.

The overwhelming feeling started taking over you, it didn't take long before your cock started leaking out the gooey liquid, letting your eyes roll back and moan.

Poe came into your mouth, that bitterness filling your mouth, forcing you to swallow and take every last drop, while Ranpo thrusted a few times before cumming inside you, making sure you become full from his seed.

They pulled out, your first move was to collapse onto the bed and let out a small whine, " ff..uckk.. ", your voice was hoarse from whatever just happened, dizzy and pleasured.

" .. See I obviously gave him a better time. "

" I'm technically the reason why his voice was like that, Ranpo-kun "

" Can you both shut up for a momentt.. I feel stickyy.. "

IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING OFTEN I WILL TRY MY BEST TO DO REQUESTS IF I GET ANY, SCHOOL IS REALLY TIREDSOME 🔥🔥🔥

[the-fiction-vixen]

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[shipseekingshippers]

[sanakimohara]

HIATUS LIFTED + NEW INFO (TW!!! Health Issues - Trauma)

Please don't get mad…..but I'm OFFICIALLY coming off of a hiatus. However, a LOT has happened, and I will have to break it down for you all to understand.

Firstly, my college started back up (still kicking my ass, but I'm getting through it)

Secondly, I got a new hyper fixation for a while (hazbin hotel…. I know I'm a sucker for psychotic unhinged and musical content)

Thirdly, family issues/court case trauma…

Fourthly, I did have a minor seizure (four days ago, actually), and I meant to start writing again the day it happened, but yeah… I've been hospitalized since then and just got released last night. That was a traumatic and borderline psychosis-inducing event… I'm fine now and know what caused it and how to prevent it, but I'm still readjusting. I'm young and at low risk for another seizure since this one was caused by a mix of stress, dehydration, and low blood pressure (and lack of appetite). I hit my head after fainting while walking and ended up seizing because of the impact….the aftermath was more horrific than the initial pain/blood/concussion/ and initial shock.

Being in the ICU is not for the weak, and I seriously thought I was going to die at least twice, and then being intubated didn't help either. Still, my family was there, and apparently, my brothers played soothing/lullaby versions of SKZ songs while I was unconscious…which helped me. But I thought it was lovely. The oldest of the two knew how much Channies room meant to me and showed up to watch it on the TV when I finally woke up and could talk. He didn't say much and kept putting on Chan's room, so I'd stay calm and go to bed more easily.

I'm saying all this to explain why I haven't been too active and why I've decided to come back. After experiencing something so…agonzing and scary all of sudden I just don't want to waste my time or my ideas. Also, spending some time reconnecting with SKZ through a tough time has reignited my love for them.

Especially Chan…

I'm back, a little loopy from all the medicine and newfound stress…but I'm back. I plan to upload a few things soon so look forward to that!

[starsmacabray]

me (externally): i’ve read a fic or two about a new ship. It’s sort of cute, you know, as far as fics go

me (internally): I AM EATING BREATHING AND LIVING THIS SHIP AND I HAVE BEEN FOR MONTHS IF YOU READ IT AND DONT LIKE IT I WILL NEVER EVER RECOVER