#in one sitting bc i’ve had writers block

[mysticmunson]

eddie. anal.

man would go FERAL for it, it’s such a taboo because most girls aren’t down for it for a one night stand cause it involves a lot of prep.

but you? you’re an innocent girl at school, one that eddie feels like a scumbag for imaging when he jerks off. the dainty bows in your hair, your soft hands that he feels when you pass him a pencil in class, your kind eyes when you say hello to him in the halls.

one day you dropped something and bent down to grab it, giving him a peak at your pink panties as your skirt rode up. he could see the curve of your ass and a bit of the plumpness of your pussy.

he could almost growl at the thought of bending you over a lunch table, a counter, literally anything just so he can put his grimy hands on you.

it only gets worse when you two start becoming close, which was proceeded by you being one of the only kids not making fun of hellfire and being actually impressed by the creativity. (especially the fairies involved, he loved how excited you got when he mentioned that)

he thought maybe the sexual tension was just on his end, he definitely knew his perversion was because the way you looked at him didn’t have an ounce of naughtiness behind it. but he did notice a neediness.

the kiss happened after listening to music for awhile, the beat finding its way between the both of you as your hips grinded against his. he had to pull away, just to watch you, knowing you had revealed to him a few days prior you had only kissed guys. not made out, just kissed, and it was only 2 of them during freshman and sophomore year respectfully.

“eddie i want you but i’m trying to wait.” you sigh, his dick still twitching as he felt your wet pussy. he was such a pervert.

“its okay, we can just keep doing this if you want?” he suggested, sitting up straighter.

“well…” you bit your lip and blushed at the thought, “some girls i know said what they do is they do it the other way.”

eddie needed to confirm what he thought you just insinuated, that he should do the infamous religious loophole. it was confirmed when you guided his hand to the swell of your ass.

a jumble of clothes thrown off led to you on hands and knees on his bed, him standing at the edge with his knees barely resting on it. putting on a condom and grabbing lube, he took a deep breath.

you kept your bra and panties on, giving you some modesty as his finger dragged the part above your asshole to the side to put a finger in. you gasped at the intrusion, the lube making his fingers glide in and out.

“feel good, baby?” he asked, the pet name falling out without much thought.

“mhm, strange but good.”

he continued to help you stretch, adding another finger and spreading them as wide as he could. once you had gotten more into it, he lined himself up, easing in his tip.

the cry that left your lips made his chest sting, but his cock throb. he squirted a bit more lube before guiding himself further. he thrusted in and out, only about half way inside.

“you’re doing so good.” he groaned, feeling the slight clench at his kind words. he added more of himself until he was flush against you, balls hitting your clothed pussy.

the faint touch against your dropping center made you cry out, his hand rubbing circles into your hip. he created a gentle pace, watching as he disappeared into you.

he could tell you were tense, upper body still rigid despite your attempts to fully submit into the pleasure. he called out your name, you nodded to give him a sign you were listening.

“you want to try on your back?” he suggested as you agreed, slipping out of you to help flip you around.

“want to take these off?” he questioned, toying with your pink underwear, and while you contemplated it, you knew it would be more comfortable so you rid of them.

as eddie began fucking your ass again, he watched your cunt drip onto him below and sliding all the way down to his balls. he leaned down to give you a sweet kiss.

“is it okay if i rub your clit? i think it might help you feel better.” he said, hand resting on your naval.

“please.” was all you could come up with as his fingers found the bundle of nerves. he had a flash of panic about a noise complaint when you left out a loud cry, back arching at the stimulation.

his forehead rested against yours, attempting to control himself to not fuck you too intensely.

“have you ever played with this cute little pussy?” eddie inquired, genuinely curious with a mix of saucy talk.

“no, i don’t think so.” you whimpered, “but this feels good.”

he leaned up to look down, watching as you took his dick so well in your tightest area, your clit becoming more red as he continued to play with it.

“your pussy is so needy, look how wet you are. need to play with her, okay? can you do that for me?” he asked, on the brink of it just by thinking of you rubbing yourself to the thought of this moment.

he heard your moans become more rigid, kicking your sock clad feet out a few times in a row subconsciously.

hearing you hit your peak made him finish inside the plastic covering, feeling your ass relax as he hissed. he made sure to tear his eyes open to watch you come, your eyes clenched but mouth wide open, an angelic series of cries as you succumbed to the pleasure.

he noticed as he pulled out that your pussy clenched then pushed a bit of your release to the entrance. he wished he could just fuck you to oblivion, making his bed shake from how intensely he moved in and out of your throbbing pussy.

“thank you eddie, that was wonderful.” you sighed as your hands rested on your bra clad chest, sounding far too innocent for a girl who just got sodomized in a metal guys trailer.

but that was just who you were and he was glad. he loved that you didn’t feel guilty about it, just wanting to experience it and trusting him enough to engage in it.

he helped you redress, checking in to make sure you felt comfortable and not in too much pain. he got you something to eat from his kitchen, nothing too exciting, just some cereal.

he could’ve been embarrassed until your face lit up, “that’s my favorite kind!”

the next day at school, when you gave him a kind smile, he noticed the faint stutter in your walk. feeling sorta guilty for being the reason, but being way too proud of the fact he got to help you.

so while eddie may be a bit of a pervert, it can work out in his favor, especially when innocent girls want to have some fun

[luvpedropascal]

the light

summary: javi rethinks his position at the DEA after you are put in danger because of his job.

pairing: older!javier peña x gn!reader

contents: talks of minor injury, reader is put in danger, javi has an anxiety disorder, intrusive thoughts are depicted

wc: 853

an: okay so i know i disappeared off the face of the earth for like over a year but i’ve been lurking and waiting for inspiration to hit me and! it finally did! i’m hoping i won’t go right back into writers block after this, bc i have soooo many fic ideas for you guys. this is just a little one to start, so i hope you guys enjoy!

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“Javi, baby, look at me. I’m okay.” You said, taking his hands into yours tentatively. They were trembling slightly, almost like an extension of his quivering lips.

You got caught between him and a cartel member. Stupid, yes, but you had just gotten nicked, the injury so minor that you didn’t even need stitches. He got to you just a fraction of a second later. Soon enough to you, too late to him. His team took down the guy immediately, while Javi froze for a second, looking between you and the body laying across from you. Running over to you, he cursed when he saw the blood, his eyes wide with fear. A mixed string of anxious questions, apologies, and curses was spilling from his lips, so incoherent that you were worried he would pass out from the stress.

“Javi.” You repeat firmer this time, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. His eyes finally landed on yours for more than a second, filled with a look of pure guilt you had never seen in them before.

His fear of losing all of this, you, was consuming him. Already, he was picturing himself losing your future together, the possibility of kids, building a home together. It was swallowing him up so quickly that you wondered if you would even get a chance to show him that it was just a little scratch on your shoulder, thankfully. The only reasoning he could find for this whole situation was that he was at fault. He was too slow. Too old. Too distracted.

Before you could calm him down, he was rushing you over to the paramedics, demanding, rather harshly, that they treat you immediately. They cleaned the tiny wound, applying a bandage no more sophisticated than a normal bandaid. You were free of any other injuries and within a few minutes, you were turning to Javi again. He had that look in his eyes still, and without another thought you wrapped your arms around him. He let out a deep breath, pressing his nose into your shoulder.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” You murmured.

Javi carried that guilty look home with him. You had both taken deep breaths together, grateful that your injury was so minor. Both of you had calmed down for the other, making yourself available for comfort. But even now as you laid on the couch with him, your legs curled underneath you and your head resting on his chest, you could feel how tense he was against you. The arm he had wrapped around you had a certain weight to it, like he was scared to let you go but just as scared to touch you.

You could tell he was thinking about something, his expression looking so distant and unfocused. There was a space between the two of you as you let him sit with his thoughts, not wanting to disturb him just yet. He took his time, holding you close, purposefully entangled.

“I’m taking the job,” he said, after a long silence.

Looking up at him, you furrowed your brows a little in confusion.

“The lead agent job. The 9-5. M’done chasing around these guys for leads, putting you in danger.. I’m too old, too tired, too slow.”

You looked at up him with worry, parting your lips to speak before he interrupts you, “Baby-“.

Javi shakes his head, “I’ll be home for dinner, making more money. We could save up, get a new place.”

“Baby” you reach up to cup his cheek, “If this is because of what happened, please don’t quit. I’m okay, you’re okay. Everything’s okay, these things happen.”

This look flickers through his eyes, something you’ve never seen in him before. He looks younger for a moment, just a boy. A scared- No, terrified, boy. His eyes gloss over the slightest bit, and he shakes his head again, weaker this time.

“Once was enough. I just- I c-can’t, okay? I can’t do this anymore, not after today.”

His voice shakes a little this time, your heart breaking as that fear becomes more obvious. For a second, you consider countering him, but there’s no point. Javi’s about as avoidant as they come when it comes to his anxiety, but this was different. This was visceral and rooted in logic, and you quickly realize that there was no way he’d change his mind.

Nodding softly, you sit up and hug him around his neck, “Okay. You’ll take the job.”

He nods quickly, desperately into your shoulder, those words reassuring him, “M’taking the job.”

You repeat it back to him a few times, processing this change with him every time he repeats it. Running your hand up into his hair, you stroke his short curls, soothing him. Javi’s mind shifts from obsessive images of you, injured or worse, that his brain creates just to haunt him, to a future he can now guarantee. A safe, predictable future. One where he can be home every night for you, and hopefully your kids one day. The new thoughts calm him and he lets out a deep breath, sighing against you.

“Thank you.”

[satorubi]

₊˚.༄ RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW — assorted characters !

SYNOPSIS - ❝ a compilation of the men who just don’t give a fuck about when or where. ❞

— FEATURING : nanami kento, eren yeager, fushiguro toji, armin arlert.

— CONTENT WARNING : minors do not interact !!, cunninlingus, doggystyle, mirror sex, car sex bc omg??, blowjob, spanking, choking kink, everybody in here has a big dick bc duhhh >_<, use of profanity and pet names such as ꒰ honey, princess, slut ꒱

— AUTHOR’S NOTE : omg hi. so so sorry if this seems rushed, i’ve had horrible writers block recently but i wanted to get this old wip out before finishing other tings <33 excuse any mistakes !!!

NANAMI KENTO

who was typing away at his emails when his pretty little wife arrived to deliver his forgotten lunch. you looked too good walking into his office in a dress that fit you snug. he couldn't help himself. it wasn’t long before giving into his urges : pausing his tasks and planting gentle kisses on your exposed neck and shoulders — which surely turned into you being on your knees under his desk.

your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as you swirl your tongue around his slit. it was taking everything in him to fight off the groans that threatened to escape him. his hands were gripping at the arms of the reclined, spinning chair he sat in, slacks pulled to his ankles with a cock sitting hard in between your lips.

“jesus, love. that feels incredible.” the strain in his voice and the bucking of his hips eventually caused you to start bobbing your head up and down, your hands reaching for his base as you stuffed your mouth full of as much of his cock as you could. “yn, yn, yn— that’s gonna’ make me cum, sweetheart— mmfuuck..” he whispers. nanami’s soft eyes wonder from your exposed chest to your pretty face. there wasn’t much left to say other than ‘wow’ as he watches you slurp and use a vacuum-like technique on his cock.

nanami’s hands cradle the back of your head and he begins to push your head down faster. the gulping and gagging just about did it, but everything fell silent when you attempted to stuff his entire cock into your mouth, “yn, i’m cumming, baby. ah— shit!” you hear distinct chatter outside of nanami’s office door, but a few nosey colleagues didn’t have shit on you. you had to keep going. if anything, this got him to the checkpoint even quicker, white ropes spurting onto your tongue as your husband grumbles a string of moans from his chest.

guess the office gossip would be hot tomorrow.

EREN YAEGER

who pulls you aside at the family function when he sees you bend over in those tight little shorts he loved so much.

his grip on your wrist his firm as he pulls you up the stairs to the nearest bathroom he could find, “eren- wait until we get home, baby,” you whine, hearing him shut and lock the door behind you both. you audibly moan when he lands a palm on your ass as a response to your request.

“are you out of your mind? walkin’ around like that in front of me like i wouldn’t do this. you had it coming,” he yanks those oh so infamous shorts and does the same to his pants as well. he has to quickly cover your mouth his his hand due to your loud whimpers, his cock slowly slipping into you while doing so.

“be quiet and take it,” he says quietly. his hand moves from your mouth to your neck as you nod your head up and down. he had a firm grip on both sides with his fingers. the sound of your skin clapping was loud enough, but suppressing your moans became more difficult when he was fucking you like this. “eren- oh my g—, please” you put your hands on the bathroom sink and grip for dear life. that’s when he picks up the pace, now clutching your neck with not one, but two hands for leverage.

“look at us,” he mumbles, turning your head to meet his gaze in the mirror in front of you both. the tip of his cock bullying your cervix has you close to cumming, but the sight of it all had a much bigger impact, “look at how good i'm fucking you. i wonder what your parents would think if they knew their daughter was a whore?” he mocks. and with that, you finally cum, coating his cock in your slick while riding out your orgasm to finish him off as well.

soon after, eren pulls out and leaves your legs trembling. he chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead, “that’s enough for now. now let’s get goin.’ don’t wanna miss family feud right?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

who takes you to the brand new fenty lingerie store that opened near your shared home. he didn’t think watching you change in and out of lacey panties would be so difficult, but you tested his limits by putting on his favorite color. it was only a matter of time before he dragged you to the parking lot to teach you a lesson.

toji was losing his grip on your lifted skirt, his hands becoming sweaty as he breaks you in from behind. with your arms wrapped tightly around the back of the seat and your face mushed against it, your whines and howls were enough to alarm a passer by.

he was digging in so deep, your body rocking with every thrust he sent your way, “f-fuck, fuck, fuck! tojiii—“ you use the strength you have to look back at your frustrated boyfriend, his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes fixed on the motion of your ass up against his lower abdomen. he could care less about your pleas. the only thing on his mind was making you cum.

your hand presses against the foggy glass as toji slams you onto his cock with all his might. your shaky, weak legs didn’t stop you from fucking back until you could feel yourself release all over him, “that’s my girl,” his hands travel to your ass, placing his hands underneath and supporting your balance, “what a slut— playin’ games while we’re out. you’re fucking unbelievable.”

toji mushes your head against the seat and muffles your cries. the pattern of his thrusts began to slow down and soon, you could feel him filling you full him, “you just take it so easily. all that screamin’ earlier— you’re so dramatic.”

ARMIN ARLERT

who sees you before his big game in one of his old jerseys, waving your little makeshift pom-poms around in his face before wishing him good luck. oh if only you knew he’d be pulling you into the locker rooms for a little pre-game workout.

armin’s reddened cheeks weren’t one to be unnoticed. the way you were bouncing on his cock was inevitable: tits jumping, mouth open, eyebrows raised in pleasure— you looked too fucking good, “o-ooh fuck, yn—“

the echoes of your moans bounded around the walls of the locke room, armin’s tip hitting just the right spot. every time your thighs met his, you whined and scratched at the nape of his neck, “minnn—i’m so so close!” you screech. that’s when armin takes matters into his own hands, now thrusting upwards and continuing to help batter out your pussy.

“i’m so lucky— getting to feel you like this…it’s so f-fucking good.” armin latches a his mouth onto one of your nipples and licks at the hardened skin. the pebbled pattern of goosebumps covering your skin overcame you all over again as his small gesture finished you off.

armin flinches at the tightness of your cunt contracting around his cock as your nails dug into his shoulder pads. armin groans and shudders, the jersey you’d worn almost tearing due to how tight the poor boy was clinging on to you.

“you always know just how to warm me up, pretty.”

©️ SATORUBI 2023 please do not copy, repost as your own, or translate any of my work without my knowledge !!!

[onlyjaeyun]

i’ve been following ur writing for some time now and i do have to agree with that anon who said you did CH dirty. you are a very talented writer so it’s just hard to watch.

you started off CH so strong with the lore and little chapters here and there but as it progressed you kind of just got lazy and it shows. when important events happened in the story, they weren’t conveyed through writing but through the texts (ie the riki and yn fight, that was definitely worth a written chapter) and it was honestly disappointing.

the ending isn’t much to say about either. yn and hoon barely go through development after the letter incident and all of a sudden they’re dating and married with a kid like two chapters later?

idk, if it was a mental health issue then i get that but even then you should’ve just gave it a break and thought everything out more. you could do so much better.

thank you for the feedback!

i wanna put you through the progess of a piece of writing from the POV of a writer okay? now keep in mind: i work two jobs, am a fulltime uni student and the daughter of an immigrant household with two parents who still work most of the day just so you know what else i have to deal with, besides my mental health okay?

now, i started off CH strong right? yes. i uploaded on the daily, fine i chose that. a chapter usually takes me around one hour if i actually sit down and focus on nothing but the chapter itself, which includes IG stories, editing, formatting etc. alright

on top of the daily chapters, i constantly replied to 40+ asks a day, a blessing in disguise because no matter how much i enjoy talking to you guys, the pressure does get worse the bigger that number of my inbox becomes, i hope this makes sense

now, i started CH back in october, right when my semester started, thats why i started off strong but as time went on, my assignments and private life got too busy and i guess i felt entitled enough as a writer to skip a few certain chaps and make life a little easier for me by making them regular chapters instead of written ones.

and this is gonna be my main point: i'm not a machine. i wrote a minimum of 5 THOUSAND words per written chapter, MINIMUM. we're talking about a 5-9 THOUSANDED worded chapter EACH WEEK. which usually took me about 6-7 hours, even allnighters.

yes, i chose to do that and maybe my time management wasn't the best but i had to create a compromise where i wouldnt have let you guys wait for over two months which would have resulted in me losing my motivation completely, and yet still focusing on EXAMS. because you know, i'm a fulltime uni student with TWO jobs 😮‍💨

if YOU think i did CH dirty go write an alternative ending yourself but it should be a minimum of 15 chapters including 5 written ones, with at LEAST 9k words each yeah? i wanna see you manage it all, pls prove me wrong snd show me you're better than me i'm genuinely begging bc it might inspire me to do "better" next time.

as a writer/artist/creator, and i can tell you probably arent one yourself or havent been one for long, the longer smth takes to come to an end the worse the pressure becomes which results in a blockage i dont wish upon my worst enemy i'm being deadass. i dealt with some of the worst writer's block ive had since i started writing literally 12 years ago and you're telling me i should have just "taken a break" and do "better"

i never, ever expected anything from anyone but some of you are so entitled to a writer's time and skill it's giving me a headache. maybe you didn't like the timing and writing of the last few chapters of CH and i guess that's unfortunate but this was so unnecessary because you completely dismissed everything else that could have been going on in my life and even belittled my mental health issues like im some fucking AI writing machine

do better, be nicer, write it yourself if you don't like it i'm so fucking over this

if i had gotten out of my own comfort and wellbeing and have actually written another set of written chapters i would have burned myself completely out. ive been in this fandom for not even a year and have already finished FOUR smaus with 50 chapters each, you do NOT get to tell me what i should or could have done better because you dont even give a fuck about me as a person this is just about receiving what YOU think YOURE entitled to but this is MY art and I will do what I see fit even if it's not what was expected of it because i'm a fucking human being with a life before i'm a writer on tumblr

oh, also: i do this for free ㅤ:) just a reminder :) this is my HOBBY :)

and don't you EVER call me lazy again when it comes to writing because i'm not gonna pour my heart and soul into a fic just for you to call me lazy when i literally wrote 50 THOUSAND words for this fucking fic just for the written chapters

goodbye

[smashtbh]

are you down to write for sub top reader x billy where reader cums but billy won’t stop riding him until he finishes too so reader is overstimulated. dom bottom billy ofc

Manners

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

CW: swearing, smut (lesgoo), subtop!reader, dombottom!billy, reader has a dick, sprinkled degradation, overstimulation, billy being a pillow princess in the first half, cowboy baby, refractory period? what’s that?

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: for some horrible reason i’ve had insane writer’s block so i’m going to make porn bcs that’s what i can do also this isnt proofread sorry 🤞🏽

i gotta stop smoking before writing holy shit i feel like this is all over the place im sorry i just get so much more inspo when im high 💀

There’s drops of wetness falling onto Billy’s chest, moving with his quick breathing. Y/N has been thrusting in and out of his ass for what feels like forever now. They’re both sweaty, but Billy honestly can’t tell if the liquid that’s falling on him is sweat or tears.

“Baby,” Billy calls out.

“Mmm — “

“Just like that, ooh fuck.” Billy’s smiling up at Y/N who lets out little grunts after every thrust. “You feel so good.”

Y/N lets out a humorless laugh. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Billy tweaks his own nipple. “Done so soon?”

“Billy, I came twice already.”

“That was in my mouth they don’t count.” Billy clenches around him. “I haven’t come yet.”

“I jerked you off in the car!”

“Doesn’t. Count.”

Billy kicks Y/N ass with his heel. “C’mon, stud.” He bites his lip. “Fuck me.” He tries to get some leverage to grind onto Y/N’s dick.

“Chill out, oh god.”

“People usually just call me Billy — “ Y/N slams a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

He’s thrusting in a nice slow, even pace. Y/N’s been close to the edge for a while, but he’s sure he can hold out for the rest of the night. He’ll be fine.

That is, until Billy licks his hand. And Y/N knows that he’s going to do something. Something with Billy is normally a lot.

Y/N moves his hand and lets Billy talk. Bad mistake. “I wanna ride you.”

Y/N’s hips stutter a bit. “You can’t just — say that.”

“I just did.”

“Billy I’m gonna fuckin’ — “

“Just let me ride you. Please?” Billy does his best puppies eyes and grabs Y/N’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

Y/N sighs, louder than needed. “Fine.”

“Yay!” Billy exclaims, moving up to kiss his cheek.

Y/N is now laying on the nest of pillows he made for Billy an hour ago. He’s pretty comfy, watching Billy kiss down his chest. He puts his hands behind his head.

“You look gorgeous like this.” Billy whispers, staring at Y/N.

“Thanks,” Y/N mutters. “Now get to it, pretty boy.”

Billy laughs, kisses Y/N’s stomach one more time, and proceeds to pornagraphically lick Y/N’s shaft.

“You — you are one nasty motherf-fucker.”

“Nasty, huh?” Billy says, sucking on the tip.

Y/N grunts, trying to keep his hands behind his head. Trying to keep his cool.

Billy finally sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He straddles Y/N’s stomach, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Love you.”

Y/N smiles, turning his head to kiss Billy’s lips. That’s all the answer Billy needs.

He shuffles his legs back, still kissing Y/N. Billy whines against him when Y/N’s dick catches on his rim. “Fuuuuck, this is gonna be s’good.”

“Hope so.” Y/N whispers against him as he thrusts up, fucking into Billy.

They both moan loudly, Billy hiding in the space at Y/N’s neck.

“Anh — let me.. let me move, baby.” Billy sits up again, crying out at the new angle. Y/N’s hips thrust up, making his eyes water and his mouth open in a silent scream.

So fucking good. Is all Y/N can think.

Billy starts to lift himself up, balancing on Y/N’s stomach. He slams back down, making him clench around Y/N’s cock. “Billy, I’m close.”

“Where’s — your manners?” Billy asks with a particularly hard drop.

Y/N’s hands fly from behind his head to grip Billy’s hips. “I’m fucking — “

“Yeah,” Billy clenches around him again, “you’re fucking me. C’mon, come.”

So Y/N does. Almost passes out doing so.

He’s trying to control his breathing, but he’s twitching with overstimulation because Billy is still bouncing on his fucking dick.

He’s moaning and his voice is a pitch higher, it’s raspy probably from the blowjob earlier and he’s riding the shit out of Y/N.

Y/N’s hands snake up to his chest, tweaking his nipples. “Auh — oh fuck.”

The sound of Billy fucking Y/N’s come deeper and deeper into himself is almost enough to make Y/N come again.

“You’re still so — fucking — hard.” Billy grunts.

“Please tell me you’re close.” Y/N gasps, letting his hand caress Billy’s cock.

“Mm, keep your h-hand there and I’ll — ohh.” Billy doesn’t know whether to thrust into Y/N’s hand or slam himself down onto his cock. “Yeah, touch me you fuckin’ whore.”

A few more seconds of Y/N jacking him off and Billy’s coming with a scream that Y/N interrupts with a hand on his mouth. Can’t wake the neighbors again.

Billy is still grinding on Y/N’s dick, laughing at the loopy look on his face. “Two loads, you’re a slut L/N.”

Y/N doesn’t remember coming again, but he moves a bit and feels the come start to drool out of Billy’s ass. There’s a lot more than there was before.

“Says you.” Y/N laughs, gesturing at the come splattered on his stomach.

Billy just smiles, leaning down to kiss him. “Your little slut.”

Y/N twitches. “Do not.”

Billy lifts himself up, letting Y/N slip out of him, then falls beside him. “Night.”

“Billy, it’s 3 in the afternoon.”

“What. The. Fuck.”

likes, reblogs, & comments are appreciated!

[lueurjun]

ENHA REACTION ⋆̩ s/o that loves the gym

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🖇·˚ ༘┊ 𝐑𝐄𝐐 . anon ,, hello !! i was wondering if i could request a enhypen with gym rat s/o? i took my friends to the gym w me (they wanna beef up, their words exactly) and they were genuinely shocked when i got on some of the machines to demonstrate for them😭😭

˚ ༘💭 ·˚ message from lueurjun . . . hi sweet ! i really hope this was okay for you — this is just hyung line [ refer to my pinned post as to why ] so i hope you’re okay with this. also ! teach me your ways ! we love a talented gym icon like yourself—ps. i’m sorry for how long this took, i was caught with a serious case of writers block and just couldn’t seem to like any of the drafts i did.

★ ! H E E S E U N G

FLABBERGASTED

jaw on the ground

literally unable to look away

me when i see u fr 🫨

a cute gym date where you’d work out together turned into him literally gawking at you

bro fr said🧍‍♂️

he knew you were consistent at the gym, the results were right before his eyes whenever he saw you

but he wasn’t aware of how effortless it was for you

yo he lowkey high-key loved it

let’s be honest, he spends the majority of the session just watching you

he’d still be on his first machine by the time you’re almost done

gym people have my full respect, i start seeing stars after my ten min pilaties work out

once the first wave of shock had washed off, it’s replaced with something else

a feeling in the pit of his stomach which has him seeing you in a different light

mind out of the gutter you filthy animal

he’d never been more attracted to you than when he saw you tearing it up on those machines

the way you can tell i’ve never stepped foot inside a gym before-

“are you good?”

you’d ask him, taking a moment to catch your breath

there’s slight concern creeping up your spine as you watch him

he’s just standing with his mouth half open

you: 🏋️‍♀️/🏋️ him:🧍‍♂️🫠

“me? yeah! perfectly fine”

there’s literally drool sliding down his chin and his voice is at least an octave higher

despite his obvious amazing acting skills when it comes to acting like he wasn’t about to combust

you do notice that he becomes quite clingy during your break

imagine him wrapping himself around you like a koala whilst you stand and just drink your water, holding up his weight like it’s no big deal 💪

once his clinging streak starts

yeah that break signals the end of your workout because he is not letting you go

like at all

you practically have to carry him out of the gym

that should be me 😤 you should be carrying me

★ ! J A Y

i see him being slightly competitive with you

but in a sweet romantic way

it would be your little thing!

bashing my head against a wall bc competitive romance 🫶

he was a little worried he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you at first

because you’re a warrior on those machines

but he actually manages just fine which is how it turned into a competition between you both

“bet you can’t do 6 sets”

“bet.”

if i got the terminology correct i want a cookie and your hand in marriage STAT if not then at least still give me a cookie

gym couple goals

jay definitely posts those pinterest aesthetic gym selfies with you

in my world he is a pinterest addict LET ME HAVE THIS

the two of you would definitely go viral on pinterest too

sometimes the other members tag along and just have to sit and watch the two of you threaten to bash each other with weights

they pretend to vomit when he kisses you after threatening to push one of the machines on top of you

that’s so romantic to me shut up

you both try to outrun each other on the treadmill

and you pretend not to notice him slowing down so you can win

you’d probs beat him even if he didn’t but we’ll let him have his moment

dabbing each others sweat away which turns into the two of you hitting each other with the towel

him holding your water bottle up to your lips and just holding it whilst you drink it

me in the back laying on the treadmill just letting it fling me off because you’re the cutest

without a doubt gym dates are your thing

and dare you say, your favourite dates of all time

★ ! J A K E

without a doubt he buys you matching gym gear

a lot like heeseung in the sense that he will spend the majority of the time just gawking at you

finds you the absolute hottest when you’re in the zone, he cannot cope

you’d be having him hyperventilating fr

supportive supportive supportive!!!

did i mention supportive?

he’s the type to stand behind you and pat your thigh, offering words of encouragement when he senses that you’re tired

“you got it! you got this! one more.”

didn’t think that through before i typed it- 😬

“i might die.”

“i’ll carry you home, you got this.”

he does in fact carry you home

likes having you in front of him when he’s doing his own work out

he claims your face gives him encouragement and who are you to deny him as such?

supportive lovers 🫶 iwillbestargazingintheroadtonight

definitely makes you lay beneath him whilst he does press-ups, making sure to kiss you every single time

does the same when you’re doing press-ups

basically press-ups = kiss central

and i personally find that rather romantic 😌

jake is the proudest boyfriend ever

loves seeing your progress and listening to you talk about it

if you’re the type to log down your workouts and meal plan then he likes to sit and read through it and will put smiley face stickers in the corner of each page

jake has a collection of stickers stashed somewhere because i said so

the gentleman he is will move the equipment after you’re done so you can get straight onto the next one

he doesn’t even work out at this point he just spends his time doting on you

celebratory ( and sweaty ) hugs once you’re done because you deserve them

★ ! S U N G H O O N

ngl i struggled with this one

i’m running off 0 sleep let me live

i like to think that he admires you from afar

he loves that you love to work out and is super proud of your process in a silent way

i can definitely see him working out with you but separately

like the two of you do your own thing but with the added comfort of knowing that the other is nearby

i’d sit on the sidelines cheering you both on like WOOOO GO SUNGHOON ! WOOO GO Y/N !! WOOOOOO ! like that 😌

sometimes when sunghoon is resting, he’ll admire you whilst taking sips of his water

you definitely make him nervous especially when you catch him watching

smirk at him and he’ll go into cardiac arrest

he’s so real for that

no but genuinely he’s so enamoured by you

enamoured 🤓

the two of you gazing at each other every now and then whilst on one of the machines

he almost dropped a weight on his foot because you winked at him and he lost all feeling in his body

not you almost breaking his foot 😭😭

protective of each other

the gym is your sanctuary so if anyone comes in and tries to ruin that by approaching you in a manner neither of you like

you’re both ready to start throwing weights around

imagine you just launch a dumbbell at someone for eyeing him up HA

forced couple selfies

as in you ask him to take one with you and he pretends like he hates it but makes the photos his lockscreen, his homescreen, his laptop homescreen, his ipad homescreen

basically any homescreen he can find

bro would plaster it on a display tv in a shop if he was allowed

yeah bro definitely hates taking couple selfies, sure sounds like he absolutely despises them 🙄

shy kisses on the cheek when the workout is over as a ‘well done, im proud of you’

gosh let me have what you two have i cannot

[jaeyunsz]

a writer’s main character - lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader (she/her)

genre: college!au, writer!heeseung, ill!reader, ANGST

expected word count: 25k+

warnings: mentions of death and sickness, unrequited love, cursing, smut (more will be added when it is finalized)

summary:  in your whole life, you have never fallen in love. love was a feeling that you wanted to experience and after finding out that you have just a little more than a year to live, you become more desperate to fall in love with someone. lucky for you, the head editor of your university’s newspaper is determined find a muse for their best writer, lee heeseung, for him to finish up his last article before he graduates. you only accept in one condition; heeseung would help you fall in love.

a/n: reposting this bc i decided to finish it and hope to post it in the upcoming weeks!

It was already April and Heeseung still had zero idea what to write about. He had recently turned in his latest article. He wanted to start writing his last article for the year immediately so it wouldn’t bother him when he gets busy with graduation. He didn’t expect to be out of ideas since his mind was always clouded with new stuff to type on his laptop. Well, there was a first time for everything, right? He just wanted his last article to be big and original, never been done before. He wanted to leave an impact.

Being a literature major, Heeseung had always liked to read books and write in his dusty notebook. His dream was to publish a book and he would do everything to make his dream come true. He was still young and had a lot to learn. Throughout the years, he worked next to different writers and publishers.

Heeseung had been writing for the university’s newspaper since the freshmen year. People barely got the chance to publish their own writings in the newspaper so it came as a surprise when Heeseung’s article was seen on the first page as a first year student. He was on cloud nine to see that he had given a chance to prove himself as a writer.

But now, he was on writer’s block and the head editor was getting on his nerves.

‘’Have you thought about what you’re going to write about Heeseung?’’ Yeonjun asked during a meeting, making Heeseung bite the inside of his cheek.

‘’I’m stuck.’’ Heeseung replied, not taking his eyes off from his phone as he scrolled through empty apps. Yeonjun eyed him up and down, watching the writer closely.

‘’I can see that you’re stressed about it. Don’t you seriously have nothing to write about? It’s just- I’ve never seen you like this before. You always have something up your sleeve.’’ The older boy confronted him.

Yeonjun was also surprised by this outcome since Heeseung always had magnificent ideas. Heeseung locked his phone and put it on the table in front of him. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh before looking at Yeonjun again.

‘’I know you don’t like to ask about others for ideas but listen to me for a second before you try to punch me. I think I have certain person in my mind that you might want to write about.’’ Yeonjun continued, his words making Heeseung sit straight up.

‘’I’m desperate at this point. I’m all ears.’’

Yeonjun let released a relieved sigh, a tiny smile replacing the frown on his face. ‘’Have you ever met Beomgyu’s friend, Y/N?’’

‘’Not in person but I think I’ve seen her around.’’

‘’Heeseung, she is dying-‘’

‘’What do you mean she is dying?’’ Heeseung said with a serious expression.

‘’Heeseung, she is literally dying. Beomgyu mentioned that she had a heart condition. It does not look good and her doctor says that she only has around a year before… you know. The interesting part is; after she found all about that she told Beomyu that she wanted to fall in love so why don’t you write about her? Follow her around for a couple months until she finds somebody. Your article will be ready by then. Also the story will stay as a memory in her honor. So what do you say?’’

[orlissa]

hi! sorry if this is out of the blue but can your write a drabble based this on lucife59 drawing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30982610/chapters/81993070#workskin

it's probably one my favorites bc of how Aleksander throne is facing Alina and also she need a step bc she smalll

It took some time (sorry!), and I'm not even sure if I'm completely happy with it (damn you, writer's block!), but at least see, I wrote something post-worthy after two months of silence. It's just just over 1K words, too!

Artwork added to the post with the artist, @lucife56's permission

The Lantsov thrones, those garish, golden, monstrous things, were burned on a pyre right at the Grand Palace steps on the night of the Great Rebellion—the symbolic end of the Lantsov dynasty, a long awaited bonfire. They never even learned if it were Grisha or disgruntled otkazat'sya who dragged them out of the throne room—not that it mattered.

Afterwards, for a week or so, there was just something apt, something poetic about simply standing in front of their people as Ravka's new Tsar and Tsaritsa—as conquers, victors, leaders chosen by the people and by the heavens—, and talk about the dawn of a new era and the end of the wars, about not returning to some never-was greatness but forging their way into a brilliant future, about their service to the people. It was empowering. It was right.

Then it all quickly got old as Alina—through speeches and audiences and other different appearances—learned how taxing it can be to stand for hours in high heels, heavy skirts, tightly corseted, and with an overly ornamental headdress on her coiffed hair. Then she understood the absolute necessity of having a throne. Thankfully, Aleksander seemed to be on the same page regarding this issue.

“I’ve spoken to David about our thrones,” he told her one night as they were just about to snuff out the lights. “I presented him with some pointers about the general designs, but gave him free reign beyond that—I find his genius shines the brightest when he is unrestrained. I hope his work will be to your liking.”

Alina let out a relieved sigh as her head hit the sinfully soft down pillow. “As long as it allows me to rest my legs and won't have me picking splinters from my bum, I'll be more than happy with his work."

And she was, because David, like always, outdid himself, and the new thrones, finished in less than a week, were beyond gorgeous: made of lacquered ebony, inlaid with gold and decorated with intricate carvings, they commanded respect without being overly ostentatious. They were also rather comfortable—not an insignificant factor, given how much time they were likely to spend on them—, and, maybe most importantly, the same size.

Which was an admirable, symbolic gesture, a way to reassure everyone that she was not some consort like Tatiana used to be, there to be seen, but not heard, but a co-monarch, an equal. Someone who wielded power, someone who made decisions. And in theory, Alina loved it, and let Aleksander know it as well, in the privacy of their bedchamber. Enthusiastically.

But in practice—well, that was a different question.

Because in practice two same-sized thrones meant two Aleksander-sized thrones, who was… how to put it nicely? Of slightly greater dimensions than she was. Not in the girth, like Pyotr was, so it wasn't like she was swimming in the throne, but in… well. Let's just say that he was tall enough that, when standing, she had difficulties kissing him without his active cooperation. And that he could easily tuck her under his chin—which was, admittedly, rather nice. But because of this difference in height, while Aleksander sat regally in his black-and-gold throne, soles of his feet steadily on the floor, while hers dangled a good four inches above it.

And it was terrible—maybe not from the outside, but in her mind? Sitting there, listening to military commanders giving reports and the old nobility begging for their new Tsar and Tsaritsa’s favor while her feet didn’t even scrape the floor… It made her self-conscious, feeling like a child playing dress-up—deep down she was sure that the people around her would catch up on it too soon enough, realizing that she was nothing but a fraud, an impostor, a symbol with a pretty face, nothing more.

By the time the audience ended, she was struggling to keep her tears at bay.

They were to appear again to hear their people in a couple of days, but she was already trying to come up with some excuse to avoid it, and the whole throne room altogether. After all, Aleksander could handle it well enough alone, couldn’t he?

She should have known that her discomfort would not escape Aleksander’s attention, though.

It was only two days later that he sought her out in the middle of the day—when she retreated to her new little studio, nonetheless, to avoid all the curious eyes—, with an oddly secretive smile on his lips.

“Come with me, milaya,” he said, his voice more pleading than commanding.

She reluctantly lifted her gaze from the canvas. “Where?”

“To the throne room.”

She almost winced. “I really can’t, not now.” She made a half-hearted gesture towards her paints. “These will all dry up…”

“Then I’ll get you new ones. And it’ll be just a couple of minutes.” He caught her hand and started gently pulling her towards the door. “There is a surprise waiting for you there, if that’s enough of an incentive.”

It was, but just barely. Still, she let out a slow breath and let herself be pulled out of the room.

At first, she saw nothing out of the ordinary in the throne room—the same high windows, the same banners, the same thrones, the same…

And then she spotted it.

Right in front of her throne stood a low stool, more of a step, really, made of the same glossy ebony as the throne itself. Biting into her lip in excitement, she stole a glance at Aleksander—he beamed—, then walked up the dais to the thrones. There, she stepped on the stool, turned like a ballerina in the Imperial Opera House—or she would have liked to believe—, then sat down, her feet resting comfortably on the stool. Not dangling, like a child’s—resting, regally, like a queen’s.

Perfect.

Aleksander went to her, sat on his own thorne, and, turning it slightly towards hers, leaned in. “So?” he asked, his voice just a tad smug.

She could have told him how grateful she was for his thoughtfulness, for noticing her discomfort even when she herself was reluctant to admit to it. She could have admonished him for bothering David with such trivial matters. She could have teased him, telling him that he was impossible. Instead, Alina straightened her spine and looked at him almost coquettishly. “I feel like the empress of the world.”

Aleksander’s smile widened slightly. “That’s what you are.” 

[waklman]

Tilly my lovely writer,

you absolutely can't imagine how I love your work. You are so talented and I can't stop reading your stuff. I'm so obsessed with Fake It, you gave Jake such a special personality, omg I LOVE IT. So sad that you suffering fro. I writers block, don't stress yourself, we love you.

Because of my very (un)healthy obsession with Fake It, I've got a lot of ideas for these two idiots. Hear me out, imagine this whole fake dating is stressing Princess so much and one day the bitch friends of Jake's ex saying to her that she's just a consolation prize for Jake and she will never be worth it or enough for him. Hurt to no end and an migraine incoming she goes home only to have a bsd argument with Jake. Shhr snaps at him and he also says something hurtful (like "no wonder that you're just have a fake boyfriend"). Of course Jake instantly regrets his words but his best friend is hurt. Alone in her room she cries herself to sleep only to wake up hours later with a raging migraine. Imagine Jake finds her nearly passed out in the kitchen, one time more realizing how important she is to him. He takes care of her. Worried Jake, protective Jake, care taking Jake that's what we need

first of all, i love you too & thank you so much for this sweet message because, really, i needed to hear that, i’ve felt so awful for not being able to update fake it (i know i shouldn't but it happens). anyways, this felt so nice to write bc i wasn’t struggling with it, so here is worried jake!! i know i had two other requests for this in my inbox as well, so this is also for those two anons :)

Jake doesn’t hate. 

All his life, he was told by his mother that hate was bad for the heart. That hate had no rightful place in his growing body. But, in the midst of his underwhelming teenage angst, Jake Seresin secretly concluded that his hate should be reserved for one thing, and one thing only—and that was making you cry. 

So, when you came barging into his room, hysterical and teary eyed over some stupid thing some girl said about you two, Jake had no intent of making you cry. It was just that, he could barely get a word in when you were mindlessly repeating it back to him. 

That girl has her head on backwards if she thinks Seresin actually likes her, he’s only sticking around because he feels obliged to. I feel sorry for him, I’d go ballistic if my parents picked out my friends for me.

Frustration spread through his body like a virus when you kept cementing that it was true, accusing him of agreeing with it too. And that’s when the worst thing he ever said to you came out his mouth this evening. 

If you want to fucking believe that you’re so unlikeable, then maybe it’s true. Maybe you are.

The moment the words fell off his tongue, you immediately went quiet, giving him a glimpse of what it looked like when he made you cry.

At that, Jake hated himself more than anything. Jake hated that you looked more hurt than you did when you originally stalked inside, looking for his assurance. Jake hated that he had to listen to you sob for most of the night, alone in the bathroom with the door shut. Jake hated that you might have taken what he said out of anger to heart. That you believed you weren’t worthy of being liked, especially by him.

Because if anything, that was far from the truth. 

And Jake couldn’t let you fall asleep tonight like this, not when he knew you always punished yourself by not tending to the migraines you got from crying. 

“Swallow it please,” Jake lets out a guilty breath, watching your throat weakly bob when you take down the Motrin he eased past your lips.

Seated across from each other in the bathtub, Jake’s frame struggles to fit in the confines of the porcelain, more than yours does—but he pushes the discomfort away, because you’d been sitting here for hours while he was laid in his bed.

And maybe it was because Jake had tiredly pleaded outside the door for a hour before coming in or maybe it was because you watched him struggle to fit himself in the tub with you just so he could mouth feed you some ibuprofen, but you lurch forward—knocking the wind out of him in a desperate hug. 

It takes all of Jake’s self restraint to not fall apart when you slot yourself between his legs and gently rest your chin on his shoulder, letting him feel you again. 

With a tight throat, he forces himself to speak. “I’m so fucking sorry, princess.”

When you sniff in his ear, Jake pulls you closer against him, cushioning the side of your head so it doesn’t hit the bathtub faucet. “I didn’t mean it. God I—I really didn’t fucking mean it,” he starts, voice already shaky. “I don’t want you thinkin’ that I only stick around because our families are close.” Jake swallows when he feels you move a hand to softly scratch at his nape, comforting him through this.

“I know,” you whisper softly, trying to ease the tension in his body. “If you did, you wouldn’t pick a fight with your sisters everytime they claimed me as a roommate when we stayed at hotels,” you let out a hoarse giggle, throat still sore from crying. 

At that, a small smile settles on his face. “I also let them put makeup on me so I was allowed in the girls room,” he adds. 

“Yeah, exactly. You just like me that much, you loser.” Your mouth stretches into a wide smile, cracked lips burning as it does. Finally, Jake lightens up, laughing at your little jab. 

“I just like you that much,” he repeats.

[hoolay-boobs]

How do you get into the perspective of your OC(s)? What were the first few things you did to get into their character and understand them better?

I absolutely love this question bc it led to me re reading my own work 😂

I somehow got to my my characters very well without ever putting my book in first person. It’s all third person, sub for one character who breaks the fourth wall and sometimes speaks without quotation marks.

I was inspired by Shannon Hale’s run of Ever After High (Ever After High has at least three different book series by three different authors, plus a Netflix tv series- it’s like a miniature MCU but with better characterization lmao) and I can arguably say that Shannon Hale has the best material on all of Ever After High.

Here is an example (the image is sourced from Etsy) of how a character breaks the containment of using proper formatting of quotation marks and speaks directly to the narrator

I do this as well. Different font, and then I write it like a text message going back and forth, disregarding quotation marks or proper formatting. However this only happens a couple of times per book for my character, and a handful (4-5) times in Ever After High.

I know my characters far too well. The main eight are like children to me, I know their deepest desire and darkest fear and coping mechanism and guilty pleasure. I have been with them for over 5 years without finishing my novel. The time has been spent with making playlists and drawing pictures and creating Pinterest boards and writing things that I don’t intend to publish or include in the final manuscript (hehehe fanfiction by the author) because I simply like to explore them in different situations. My books are going to be in third person, but I ocassionally write in first person, even if I’m planning on just deleting it, because I just like to practice getting in my characters’ heads when I have writers block.

I follow the “worst” writing advice ever. I base many traits for my OCs off of myself, which could be seen as making them Mary Sues. I write them like real people, adding in stupid dialogue of them stuttering or accidentally interrupting one another and then saying “oh sorry, you go first”. I write smut about my favourite OC ships knowing that I’ll never include it in the final draft of my book, just because I want to write about what’s happening “off screen” and what my characters are doing when the reader isn’t looking (although there are indeed some sex scenes in my book, I do like to write additional ones that aren’t nearly as eloquent or have any plans to include it in the published novel). I started my second draft before my first draft was finished, solely because I understood my writing style had improved so abruptly and the characters had evolved so much, I needed to start fresh. I look in the mirror and act out my character’s conversations with one another or their fight scenes or how they wave their hands around like Elsa conjuring magic. I take breaks for months and when I finally sit down and write, I’ll either write 5 words, or 2205 words in one sitting, and not often anything in between.

I have horrible writing advice, and I suggest you take any of it that you’d like or that resonated with you, because it has brought me so much joy in my life and has helped me gradually get to know my characters like new friends who become family.

I’ve been told that my writing “flows like butter” which is so odd because I juggle 4 protagonists, 2 antagonists, and 2 deuteragonists. They don’t “all fit”, but they all have a role to play. Like the delicious fries on the side of the burger, the whole meal. Your characters don’t need to be stars. They just need to be memorable. And I know they will be. Your mind is more capable than you think.

Like honestly, just word vomit on the page and write silly stuff. It will be the most human, glorious, flawed, messy, endearing, and passionate writing you’ll see. Just go create chaos. And play with your characters like Barbie dolls. In a little while, you’ll know them like you know yourself.

At the end of the day, anything you write will be an achievement because you took nothing and turned it into something, transformed a blank page into a series of words and letters. That’s god behaviour right there. Even if it’s shitty writing, you created it from scratch.

But also, don’t worry about setting deadlines and timelines. I’ve been at this since grade 10 and now I’m in university and I’m still not done. Let your characters marinate and soak and rest in your mind. Let them grow. There is no rush. All is well 💜 and one day your characters will grow like little plants from seeds 🫂🫂🫂💕💕💕 just be patient with yourself, and have fun with getting to know your characters!

[wttcsms]

I find Rin to be such an interesting, closed off yet so open of a character. I’m curious, how would you characterize him to be like in a relationship? Like I just can’t imagine him even understanding his feelings if he starts developing them for someone, but I want to know your thoughts and characterization!!

i’m really excited you asked this since i’ve finally gotten around (+had some major inspo and breakthroughs in my writer’s block) to work on “hopeless, breathless, burning slow” which is my main rin fic! a lot of what i say applies to this interpretation of rin but i think it works for any rin i write about.

i think if someone knows rin or spends enough time in his vicinity, they can pick up on his physical tells. when he’s upset about something, you can read it on his face without him ever explicitly having to state his displeasure.

again w/ being able to read rin physically - it’s kinda essential because you’re right, he is closed off. i think it’s partly because of his laser focus and the fact that he doesn’t quite respect anyone enough to open up to them, but also that rin doesn’t realize that people, esp a s/o, aren’t mind readers. he thinks he’s telling you i love you but he actually told you that you need to put on a jacket because it’s going to get cold outside. in his head, he’s a very obvious person and i think before you two get together, he overthinks everything he says to you, afraid that his affections will be too obvious even though verbally he’s not obvious at all lol.

as for developing feelings, i like to think he’s self aware but in denial HAHA. if you’re classmates, he’ll memorize your class schedule or where you sit at lunch + he’s very observant, so i think he’ll recognize patterns (such as assuming something is your favorite because you’re always drinking or eating it). he’s aware of what a crush is, and he has a sneaking suspicion that he’s forming one on you, which is when the denial starts happening. he rationalizes his interest in you as just you always being in his peripheral and that it’s only reasonable someone who’s always in the background in his life catches his eye once in a while!!! this could result in him treating you like you irritate him, but it happens bc he thinks you know about his crush on you and are trying to get him to admit it.

someone said the photographer for stephanie soo + her husband described her husband as “looking very cold but his eyes are warm when he looks at her” (or something along those lines). that’s what it’s like being w rin. outwardly, he doesn’t show affection and he’s not one for pda but to his sports fans, it’s so obvious that he’s in love with you. he walks with a hand on the small of your back or he has you holding his upper arm as you walk together. he’s very protective of you, shielding you from cameras if you’re not comfortable w being photographed candidly. i don’t think he smiles very often, but when he does, it’s always when you’re present or he’s thinking about you. rin knows he’s not good at verbalizing his feelings, but he’s definitely an acts of service type of person. his softness shows in seemingly mundane moments. one time, you struggled to open up a bottle of water + the next day, he had to leave for an international game and you walked into the kitchen only to see that he opened up every bottle of water in the house and screwed the cap back on very loosely so that way it would be easy to open 🥹

[neonsbian]

hi vinnie <3 since you’re like my resident writing oomf i gotta ask: do you have any tips on motivating & inspiring yourself to write and get through a writer’s block? seeing you post about your writing is so inspiring but i’ve been struggling for months now rip </3

hmmm tbh i dont rlly have a good answer for you other than teach yourself self-discipline. ive been writing for almost a decade (crazy to think abt lol) and in that time ive basically had to teach myself to commit to writing.

writing is just like any other artform, it's a skill that you build gradually by practicing consistently. the best way to do this is to come up with a goal in your mind and actually work towards this. i don't mean like, deciding you want to write a novel and just writing right away (though that does work for some people) but building steps to slowly achieve that goal.

let's say you want to write a novel. great! the first thing i would do is find time in my schedule to write. a lot of people assume that means sitting down for hours at a time and just typing away but finding time to do that in todays society isnt easy and personally, it's more effective for me to find gaps and short moments to just write for a bit. for me, the most writing gets done when im constrained for time. and you don't have to do it all at once! you can write a little bit at different points of the day too.

i also plan what im going to write before i write it. this doesn't mean i outline necessarily (i don't do that until the second draft) but before writing a scene, ill have a vague idea of what i want to happen in that scene. sometimes it changes as im writing but i never go into writing without a vague idea of what's going to happen.

i think setting a daily goal for yourself is really important. i know writing everyday seems kinda daunting, especially if you didnt do that before but like i said, writing is a skill you build gradually by practicing consistently and you have to be consistent. your daily goal can be a certain page count, word count, or chapter count. whatever works for you. i personally don't rlly like using quantifiable units as my daily goal bc that makes me like check the word count obsessively and prefer to use story markers as my goal instead. basically, i decide before writing i want to reach a certain point in the story by the end of the day. sometimes im in over my head and have to adjust, but it's more useful to think abt it that way for me.

also, if you're just starting out, i would make my daily goal relatively simple and easy to achieve. if word count is how you're counting it, then i'd set it to like 500 words. you might feel frustrated with how slow your progress is but it's more effective to slowly build a story than to write a huge chunk in a short amount of time and then never touch it again. and even if the progress is slow, at least progress is happening!

i know a lot of people have said this but you're also gonna have to allow yourself to write badly. i feel like this something that's difficult to implement into your mindset but it's essential to teach yourself this or else you'll never get anything done. shitty writing doesn't mean you're a shitty writer, it just means that your writing needs more work and the only way to achieve that is by working on it consistently.

i also personally think it's helpful to read the writing processes of other writers and try doing them yourself. lauren groff, for example, writes her entire second draft from memory which sounded absolutely insane to me but i tried it for one of my short stories. that method didn't really work for me but from her method helped me improve my own system. basically for scenes that were in the first draft but were going to be changed pretty drastically, i don't open my first draft at all and just write the scene. every writer's process is different and what works for one writer isn't always going to work for you, but it's still worth a shot to try it and one way or another, it'll help you understand yourself as a writer better.

to me, writing is self-discipline as much as it's art and building a system that works for you is going to take some time but it's necessary to achieve what you're hoping to achieve.

this ended up being longer than i expected but tldr: set a goal, do it everyday 👍

[neopuppy]

Your writing is perfect and keeps inspiring me to write my own dark nct fics 😫 Do you have any writing tips? How do you get ideas for fics? because I must say you are extremely creative. And lastly any tips for running a tumblr fanfic blog? Sincerest apologies if you've been asked any of this before - I'm new and obsessed with your writing. I really want to write and put my stuff out there but also the thought of a kpop idol finding it scares me even though it probs won't happen. I don't want any male idol to have a big ego cause we write horny shit yk. Anyways hope 2024 is kind to you!

omg thank you!!! my writing is nowhere near perfect!!!!! but who’s is right? what would be perfect writing anyway…(sunnyjinx on ao3 lol😅😅😅 my mother fucking QUEEN🧎🏻‍♀️)

as for writing tips, you gotta just write. like if you’re inspired and have your own ideas, you gotta just go for it! that’s how I started on here, I was bored during lockdown and wanted to desperately read an Alpha Jeno fic and couldn’t find any(to my utter shock..) so I was like alright fuck it, and I wrote my own. now here I am💀

I literally had no idea what I was doing, I love reading fics tho so I at least knew *what* I wanted to put out. when I was posting on here at first no one was writing omegaverse or hybrids or stepcest or darker fics for nct really, and that’s what *I* wanted to read. I thought it was weird at first how everyone acted like I was doing something terrible and wrong and writing ‘really filthy smut’ but then I started reading some fics on here and I was like lmao. wtf. my advice would be to read on ao3 if you enjoy darker genres too, READ A LOT, don’t read on here, and don’t only read my dark stuff bc I’m actually very mediocre lol. read all the dead dove stuff on ao3……even if you’re not a part of the fandom, if it has a high number of kudos theres likely chance u will enjoy the fic regardless. BTW ITS FINE TO READ ON HERE AND WATTPADD(?) IF UR LOOKING FOR ANYTHING NOT DEEMED ‘dark’. as for what I’ve found on here mostly anime fandoms write the decent darker genres. kpop mehhhh.

I get ideas from reading, consistently reading, and music, and content I absorb. like if I’m listening to a song, 9 times out of 10 an idea for a fic will come to mind. I am definitely more the type that thinks with my creative brain than anything though. its a curse bc I end up writing whatever my heads stuck on instead of touching my rotting wips lol.

as for running a fanfic blog- don’t take it serious. people don’t pay us for this shit, this is NOT a job- do not treat it like one. don’t let anyone give you shit either, BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK!!!! I think it’s better to not get close to other writers in your fandom either…..they’re almost always going to be hateful and weird. if people enjoy your writing, your community of readers will be all that matters. don’t worry about the social aspect as much or engagement… it will come as long as you’re consistent and have fun with what you’re writing. so basically- don’t get caught up in drama. its hard believe me, I’ve tried not to but 🤷🏻‍♀️ just do your thing, block weird loser anons, block anyone who comments your shit being unnecessarily rude, etc. your blog is YOUR safe space first and foremost!!!!!

lmao also don’t worry about male idols growing egos😭😭😭 they literally have women stalking them 24/7, invading their childhood homes, sitting next to them in first class, poisoning their food, bugging their phones. fanfic blogs are the LEAST of their concerns im sure😭😭😭 those egos are enormous with or without us.

good luck if you decided to start posting!💚

[sohmiya]

If you couldn’t tell by my annoying trips to your inbox everyday, the brainrot is still brainrotting soo I have more hcs for you <3

Crushing stage bc I realise I haven’t hc’d this much but I see Evren going out and getting coffee, and he’s all dressed down in sweats and he bumps into Miko there, and it’s probably a moment like that when he realises he likes her bc he’s looking at her at 8:30am and instantly gets butterflies in his stomach.

^ he definitely also insists on buying her a hot drink, and then they’d probably sit with each other. And he’s feeling *not very* confident at all, but he likes the fact that he can smile and chill around Miko.

I can’t get over Miko being a social media babe, soo I feel like when she’s with Evren then he gets involved too. Soo she’d have a YouTube video recorded and asks Evren to do a voiceover for it and he’s up for it.

It’d go like “hii, it’s Evren. Miko asked me to do a voiceover for this video because she had to cut her last live short after…receiving a very important text :) but anywayy, let’s get into it” and “soo here she is waking up, looking as fucking radiant as ever…there she is with headphones on listening to music that definitely isn’t mine…and she’s wearing— wait, she’s wearing a hoodie that is mine; one I thought I lost, actually, so thanks for that, babe”

I hc Evren turning up to Miko and the team’s practices regularly, and just standing at the side with his dad and Javier’s like “Miko, she’s been playing well” “I wouldn’t expect anything less” and Evren would stand off to side so Miko wouldn’t realise he’s there, and just look and watch her skills in awe.

I have a feeling that when Ev’s in the studio, and it’s stupid o’clock in the morning, and he has writer’s block but knows he has to finish a song; he’d either scroll through his and Miko’s texts or call her on FaceTime and realise he just wants to chat to her a bit, and he’d definitely call her his muse.

I’ve had way too much fun thinking about Rosalie and Miko having a great relationship with each other. When she’s around, I see the two of them shopping together, eating out, Rosa would ask about Miko’s family etc, and they’d talking about all the stuff they’re comfortable with. I see Rosa saying something like “Javier’s being a good manager to you, right? tell me if isn’t and I’ll give him a talking to” and I just see her rambling about how happy Evren is

Oo, I’m not sure how close Miko and Léa will end up being in game, but in hc I see Léa asking whether Miko’s up for helping her and Cypress plan a surprise birthday party for Evren.

^ and you mentioned that Miko would’ve written Ev something and got him cute stationery for his birthday, and during the day I imagine him saying stuff like “you know, I’m totally fine spending the whole day with you”

For parallels with that crushing hc, when he was in the crushing stage I see Ev writing a song and there’s a verse about Miko in it that doesn’t mention her by name, but the fact that he mentioned coffee with a gorgeous girl at 8:30am pretty much shows it’s about her.

^ and I imagine one random morning Evren would go “I wrote a verse about you in one of my songs, before we got together. When we bumped into each at that cafe”

and when i scream in your face that your asks are NEVER annoying….. 😠😤

he definitely also insists on buying her a hot drink, and then they’d probably sit with each other. And he’s feeling *not very* confident at all, but he likes the fact that he can smile and chill around Miko

omg listen miko would feel SO weird about evren treating her a drink but he’s insisting so she lets him then they go find a seat and after a short while, miko’s like “i’ll be right back” and rushes somewhere before evren can ask where she’s going then a few minutes later she comes back with two pastries—one for her, one for evren and evren’s like “you didn’t have to” and miko mimicks him “i insist” dhdjajdjs and like i can imagine them at one point just sitting in silence and evren looks at miko but she’s already staring and he goes “what?” and miko just smiles and says smth like “nothing. it’s just weird seeing you… *gestures to his dressed down look* …like this. i’m used to seeing you in designer” then evren jokes and points to his sweater like “oh this is designer” and miko laughs then plays along like “ah, there’s the evren i know” <333

the voiceover headcanon though………. one of these days you’re gonna kill me fr

“soo here she is waking up, looking as fucking radiant as ever…there she is with headphones on listening to music that definitely isn’t mine…and she’s wearing— wait, she’s wearing a hoodie that is mine; one I thought I lost, actually, so thanks for that, babe”

CRYINF SHAKING THROWING UP THE WAY I WOULD BE GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET WATCHING THIS IF I WERE MIKO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 no cause she 100% thought that when she asked evren to do the voiceover, he’d take it as a punishment just for him to actually enjoy every second of it like “babe you should let me do that again next time” LMFAOOO

Evren would stand off to side so Miko wouldn’t realise he’s there, and just look and watch her skills in awe

KILL MEEEEEEE if miko sees him she would visibly light up but she’s in the middle of training so she just grins at him and mouths “HIIII” and i just know evren’s loverboy ass would find it so cute and he’d wink at her and give her a little wave :(((((

and obviously javier would see all that and his eyes would just dart back and forth between miko and evren looking so unimpressed at those two dorks acting all cute during practice 😭😭😭 and maybe later on javier would lightly scold evren like “just because i said miko’s been playing well doesn’t mean you could distract her” “SHE SAID HI TO ME FIRST” shfjsjdajsjsmdjsk

also not miko being evren’s muse……. that should be me

shdjsjdjskdsks no but miko literally wouldn’t know what to do if evren told her that. like she’d just hide her face in her hands and mumble “you’re so cheesy” and evren’s being all smooth like “you love it though” and miko would say “i love you” then proceed to ask him to “sing to me” “you should be sleeping” “you’re the one who called me” then evren would just roll his eyes at his gf being a smartass but he would sing to her anyway hehehehehe they’re so in love it makes me sick

also rosa and miko hanging out 🥹🥹🥹 i can imagine evren joking “is my mom taking my place as your favorite acevedo?” and miko being a tease like “i never said you were my favorite” djfjskdksksks

and evren being a little shit like “rank me, my mom and my dad right now. your most to least favorite. go.” “rosalie is number one, of course.” and evren jokingly mocks her “of course🙄” “and then…” and like atp evren’s listening closely waiting for her answer and he goes “there’s no way you like my dad more than me…” “but he’s my manager” “I’M LAST PLACE?!!!” and miko cackles at that because it’s the exact reaction she expected from him

“Javier’s being a good manager to you, right? tell me if isn’t and I’ll give him a talking to”

shhfskfjskdks OKAY i need to know how well rosa can read javier’s body language because i can imagine all of them sitting together at dinner and rosa asks about training how javier is as a manager and in my head, javier is v strict when it comes to training but miko would never call him a bad manager. and like even if she messes up at training and javier reprimands her, she always speaks highly of him so they would probably subtly look at each other like 👀 at rosa’s question JDJDSK either way miko would call javier a great manager <33

“you know, I’m totally fine spending the whole day with you”

usually miko would hate it when she’s trying to plan a date or something for him and he just goes “idk i’m fine with whatever as long as i’m with you” because she’s trying to get a good grade in gf 😪 but for this very specific day she would use this to her advantage like she’d text lea and cypress like “ok set up the decorations i’ll keep him occupied. lemme know when everything’s ready” 😼🤝

“I wrote a verse about you in one of my songs, before we got together. When we bumped into each at that cafe”

miko 100% had a feeling it was about her but she would never tell him that. she only says “i listened to that song a lot” <333 and i can see it going two ways from here. 1) evren being all sappy like “icb you’re actually mine” or 2) evren being a little shit once again and joking “i was hoping you’d do a dance cover” djfbskfjskdks

[foryouthem00n]

since i mean you might be an actual fan of harry if you based a song off keep driving could you do a story based off matilda and the reader is basically rlly upset she has no family and sonny is like you have me. i’m your family and it’s cute sad and soft 🙏😩

also i’m a write who has severe writers block so prepare for many requests bc ur my. new fav

“Family.”

A/N: I’m a huge Harry fan!! I’m so happy that you enjoy my posts and I’d be glad to take any requests that you have!! Also sorry for the wait, life has been kicking my butt lately 😅

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Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead insidе

You showed me a power that is strong еnough to bring sun to the darkest days

It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

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You’ve known Sonny Carisi for almost your whole life. You both grew up in Staten Island, living right next door to each other. The two of you would play outside together as kids, and ride the bus to and from school, side by side. When your family decided to up and move to another state, you were absolutely devastated. What would you do without your best friend? Would you ever see him again?

You endured trauma and abuse from your family all of your life, and when you turned eighteen, you decided to leave them. You moved back to Staten Island, never seeing your parents again. You managed to go to college, get a job, and find yourself a place to live. It wasn’t easy, but you made a new life for yourself. One that was better than before. You were safe and you were free and that’s all that mattered to you.

One morning you went to a cafe nearby to get a coffee and something to eat. As you walked in, you saw a tall man in a gray suit standing in line to order. You thought maybe he looked familiar but you couldn’t tell. You watched as he ordered and took his coffee from the barista, turning around and heading for the door. It was exactly who you thought it was; Sonny Carisi. You could never forget that face, even if it had been decades later since you last saw him.

Sonny noticed you staring at him as he continued to walk towards the door, and he looked confused. You grabbed his arm as he walked past you.

“Hey, wait!”

Sonny stopped and turned to face you, still perplexed. “Uh, yeah?”

“Sonny, it’s me. It’s Y/N. From when we were kids?”

Sonny’s mouth dropped. “Oh my god, Y/N! I can’t believe it!”

Sonny brought you in for a hug before you could say anything else to him. You were so happy to see Sonny after so long. You thought that you’d never see him again.

When Sonny finally released from the hug, he sat down at the nearest table, motioning for you to sit. You did as he wanted and sat down across from him.

“I just can’t believe that we finally found each other. What have you been doing? Where have you been?” Sonny asked.

“I’ve been right here in Staten Island, ever since I turned eighteen.” You told him.

“Why didn’t you tell me or try to find me?”

“I just… didn’t want you to have to deal with all of my baggage..” You muttered.

“Y/N, we were best friends. Why would you think that any of that would matter to me?”

“I don’t know… it’s just not something that I wanted to involve you in.”

“Alright,” Sonny mumbled. “Well, what made you come back?”

“I needed to get away from my parents. I didn’t want to spend one second more than I had to with them. It was time to take control.”

Sonny looked straight into your eyes as he said, “I’m so proud of you for having the courage and strength to leave them.”

You started to tear up. It was nice to hear Sonny say that but a part of you has always felt lonely ever since you came back to Staten Island. You’ve been by yourself the whole time.

“I don’t have anyone anymore.” You spoke softly.

“Y/N, I know that it may feel like that, but you don’t need them. The way that your own parents treated you is unforgivable and they don’t deserve to have you in their lives,” Sonny insisted. “You had me before you left, and you have me now. Hell, you had me after you left too, I just didn’t know where to find you. But now, we have each other again. We’re family.”

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, a small smile forming on your face. Sonny was everything that you ever needed. He knew just what to say to make everything okay.

“You’re so special to me, Sonny. You always have been. Never leaving my side, being there for me when I needed you. Remember when you’d let me hide in your backyard behind that huge tree to get away from my parents?”

Sonny’s face dropped. “I do, but I hate thinking about it. You shouldn’t have had to hide at all. It’s not right.”

You shrugged. “Things happen.”

“Yeah, well, they shouldn’t have happened. You’re the strongest person I know, Y/N.” Sonny told you as he grabbed your hand from across the table.

You smiled at Sonny. “You mean the world to me, Dom. I’m so glad that we found each other again.”

“You’ll always have me around, Y/N. Forever.”

[littlespoonevan]

one thing i’ve noticed lately about the difference between writing fanfiction and writing original fiction is that when you’re writing original fiction every word has to be deliberate. i remember when i first learned about the concept of chekov’s gun i always thought it was more relevant for mysteries or specifically referencing important plot points but actually, this notion of “don’t put that there unless it’s there for a reason” weighs on me with pretty much every sentence i write when it comes to my original work. in contrast, i’m 99% sure this has never once occurred to me when writing fanfic.

and none of this is to say that fanfic is less credible or that i don’t try as hard when it comes to fic writing but more it’s an explanation for why i often find fanfic easier to write??? like, if i’m writing fic i can absolutely write 30k off the top of my head and i don’t have to question what this character is saying or what they’d do in this situation because i already know. i have a wealth of episodes that tell me. i know their intentions and their motivations and their feelings towards characters a, b and c. so it’s easy for me to make quick judgement calls. i can write “they’re gonna do x because of y” without planning it all out first because i understand them and i know my reader does too. 

even if we have different fanon interpretations we both know this character so our engagement with the story relies on this implicit agreement that we Get It. you’ll get why i had that character say that line and you’ll get why this argument happened bc something very similar has probably happened in canon before so there’s no need for further explanation/extrapolation.

but with original fiction you, the author, have created these characters from scratch and you need to decide why they act the way they do. even if it isn’t spelled out for the reader in the first chapter you still need to know. you have to think both ahead of and behind the story you’re telling. you have to spend so much time constructing their life and their world so that you can get to that place of writing them freely. but that can be so extremely tiring????? because inevitably you’ll have to stop and figure out if what you’re writing is “in character” for this character you’ve created. you’ll revise and change details and that means trawling through the work again to make sure what’s been written so far is consistent. and there’s just so much more stop-starting with it all, y’know??

like, sometimes i get frustrated when i look at my original work because, aside from times where i’ve had extreme writers’ block, almost every fic i’ve ever written has taken me less than 6 weeks to write. so i get annoyed and think “a novel really only needs to be 60-80k, that should take you two months” except it won’t. except i have drafts that are 5, 10, 20k that i started literal years ago and are still unfinished because i don’t know this world inside out like i do the show i’ve been consuming for x amount of seasons. so i have to take my time and sit with it and make plans and outline and redraft in ways i’ve previously never had to.

and idk i just feel like, the more i try to navigate writing both original fiction and fanfiction at the same time, the more i feel like we really can’t compare the two at all beyond the fact that they’re both written mediums. we can look at a script and a novel and acknowledge the fact that they’re similar but they serve different purposes and have different strengths and i can’t help looking at original fiction and fanfiction the same way now???? they’re very similar and i’ve definitely read fics that feel like novels (or are better than them in some cases) but i think ultimately, for all their overlap, they really are two completely different genres, y’know?