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lennadanvers · 15 days

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oh my gosh, your writing is so great -- thank you for sharing! if you're taking requests, would you consider something featuring simon and a christian reader? (honestly, i'm really glad that there's a longfic writer in the fandom who doesn't focus on nsfw scenarios. the 'delirium' section in your masterlist is a really cute addition that i personally haven't seen before, and i'm older than you are. haha sorry for rambling, thanks again! <3)

Hi! I’m glad you enjoy my work!

I'm gonna be honest; I wrote a whole paragraph about nsfw-centered fics and what I think about them, and ended up deleting it bc it wasn't the point at all. It's too easy for me to start rambling sometimes. In short, I'm not in the mood to read nsfw sometimes, and I wish there were more sfw fanfics, so that's what I usually write.

Let me warn you, I’m not an expert in any religion, so there can be mistakes here (and this is kinda (very) nonspecific). I did my best though. Also, sorry it took me so fucking long. Hope you like it!

Mercy

Ghost doesn’t believe in your God.

Maybe Simon once did. He’s not sure. How could he, after everything he’s gone through? If he had any faith inside him, it should have survived. If a God like that existed, they should have helped him.

But there’s no faith left in him, and he hasn’t been helped by any God.

He knows only one pair of hands that are holy. Only one forgiveness he’d spend this life- and any other- seeking. Only one name he mutters before falling asleep. There is only one place he goes to every Sunday, and one face he wants to see when he dies.

Yours.

Maybe he does believe in god -he believes in you, after all.

He’s seen you pray. You close your eyes, sometimes move your mouth without talking, the words taking possession of your lips. It’s the same when he mouths “I love you” under the mask, in the shadows. He thinks your God hears you the same way you hear him: you don’t, but you know.

He's noticed how you pat the cross hanging around your chest when you need support. When Ghost is about to jump into a storm of bullets, when Johnny is messing with a suspicious wire, when he’s only got one magazine left… He pats his chest: the heart beating inside is yours.

He’s gone with you to church. You keep quiet when you’re there, reverential for the sacred atmosphere. When Simon is at your house, he doesn’t talk much either. He bows at the pictures on your walls, though, a savior depicted in all your glory.

He knows when you’re scared, you ask your God for protection. When he was injured in battle, the only thing he thought about was you. The only one at the hospital, the only one tending to his wounds for months, the only one.

Ghost doesn’t believe in God. He does, however, worship you. That’s why he’s standing at the altar, looking at you in your white dress. He is a religious man, after all. A devotee. One to whom you’ve granted entry to Heaven, now that you’re saying yes. One that is loved, even with blood under his nails and gunpowder deep in his pores.

Ghost is a sinner that’s been forgiven before even asking. A coarse attempt at being like you; so pure, good and loving. You let him kneel before you once, a ring in his trembling hand; you took him. You put one on his finger, a gift he’ll never be able to repay, but that he’s infinitely thankful for. He’s not perfect, he’ll never be; and he knows. But he’s doing his best, and you know that. So you kiss him as if he were.

When you leave church -hand in his, husband and wife- he speaks to your God for the first and only time. Says only two words.

Thank you.

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL. chapter 3 - jb

ೃ⁀➷ jude’s masterlist

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ೃ⁀➷ jude’s taglist

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The “sleepover” as you called it earlier, turned into a mess of insults directed at Jude, lots of crying and hushing, Nikki yelling that she should have kicked his ass when she had the opportunity, and, finally, you switching between laughing and crying.

It was so surreal and stupid; the whole situation was just bizarre. Against your own judgment, you begged Nikki for more details about what she saw at the club as soon as she arrived. Turns out she spotted Jude right away and thought nothing when she didn't saw you with him; maybe you were in the bathroom. But as soon as she saw him flirting with some girl for a couple of minutes, she knew you weren't anywhere around and he was definitely planning on cheating. She just waited a bit more until he did something, so you could have proof.

Not like it mattered anymore. You two weren't together and today confirmed what you feared the most: he was over you from day one. What a joke.

“Our relationship was absolute bullshit to him, wasn't it?” You said after your cries calmed down, feeling something similar to anger starting to build up inside you. “That's why I never got to meet half of his friends. Why bothering? Almost a year! Did I waste ten months of my life on a douchebag?”

You didn't got a response. Nikki and Mia were just listening, letting you get off your chest everything you were keeping for yourself the past week. You were angry, so so angry at him... But you still thought about him with such love. It was so stupid from you to do so.

“I want to hate him...” You whispered after a while, sighing when some tears fell from your eyelashes. “I think I'll hate him eventually, right?”

“Or even better: you'll stop caring about him,” Mia replied, rubbing your shoulder softly. “That's the best thing that will happen to you. Stop caring about him or what he does. I know it's going to be kinda difficult due to him being a famous person, but… Meh, if Selena Gómez did it, I'm sure you're able to do so.”

The three of you laughed at the last part.

“If I have you two by my side, I'm sure I can do it.” You grabbed your phone from the carpet, taking a deep breath. “I'll delete his number and block his Instagram. I don't want to drunk text him someday and embarrass myself beyond repair.”

“That's the mentality, babes. You do that and I'll prepare us something to drink.” Nikki cheared, walking towards the kitchen. Her shiny black dress kept sending sparks of light all over the room everytime she moved.

“Is she still drunk?” You asked, rubbing your eyes. You were tired of being sad.

“Oh, yeah. She is totally wasted.” Mia stood up, grabbing your hand with a smile. “Let's get wasted too or this will be too boring for her.”

You laughed a bit, feeling thankful for your friends and their support.

“Good idea.”

What happened the rest of the night? Neither of you remembered. But you were fine with it because at least you got to forget all about Jude for once.

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Something was making a lot of noise, and your head wasn't appreciating any of it.

“What the fuck is that?!” Nikki shouted right above your left ear, making you cringe away from her voice. “Tell it to stop. My fucking head is killing me.”

“Only yours?” Mia whispered from your right, sounding like a dead person. “I think it's your doorbell, honey.”

“Is it?” You asked, confused and, you suspected, still a bit drunk. The three of you stayed quiet until the deathly sound started again, confirming that it was your doorbell. “Oh yeah, it is my doorbell.”

“Go ahead, then. I'll love life a bit more if my ears can stop bleading from that bloody sound.” Mia's voice was so raspy it scared you.

“Yes, sir.” Better to obey than die from her hangover mood.

You shuffled around the bed until you found a clear space where you could get off of it. As you rise to your feet, it was clear you were still drunk. Fucking hell. Step by step, you made it to the door, where whoever it was behind it hadn't stopped ringing. It better be good.

“Yes?” You said between grinning teeth, facing a middle age guy with the nastiest face on earth. Of course. “How can I help you?”

“I have a package for you, miss.” He said after a few seconds, taking a look at you that, it seemed, wasn't pleasing, because his face kept a horrible expression the whole time. “Sign right there and I'll be out of your hallway as fast as I can.”

Huh. At least he was sincere.

“Sure…” In the middle of sighing, you realized you haven't ordered anything in a long time. “Do you know where this come from?”

“Miss, I don't get paid enough. Good morning.” Those were his last words before giving you a medium package and take off down the hallway.

“Asshole...” You whispered. As you closed the door, you studied the package. It was so normal-looking. Soft, even.

You were curious, but the hangover was stronger than anything else. The fog of sleep was off your brain, letting you check the time without feeling dizzy. Eight in the fucking morning. God, that deliverer was indeed a freaking jerk.

Leaving the package behind, you ran to the kitchen, feeling the sudden need to drink as much water as possible. When you were at your third glass, Nikki's and Mia's steps were evident behind you.

“Having a good morning, ladies?” You asked after a moment, enjoying that you weren't the only one suffering and looking like a hot mess.

“Of course. Your doorbell wake us up and now I'm in a state between wanting to eat your whole fridge and vomit all over this carpet.” Mia's words were flat-toned, but neither Nikki nor you could help but laugh. “Yeah, yeah, laugh.”

While she proceeded to scan the kitchen, Nikki eyed the package with curiosity. Then she looked at you, silently asking what was that.

“I don't have the slightest idea. The asshole that delivered it didn't tell me who sent that. I guess we'll have to open it.” You paused for a moment, worrying about one possibility. “I hope that's not my stuff from Judeʼs place.”

“Iugh.” Was all that came from both of your friends. You gave them half a smile before reaching for it again, grabbing scissors from one of the drawers.

“Let's find out.” With patience, you opened it with a clean cut, grabbing something similar to clothing from inside of it. “Oh my god...”

“Ah! Is this hell on Earth? Why is that devil boy chasing us around?” Nikki shouted.

Staring back at you, a blue jersey with “Bellingham” written in big white letters at the back greeted you. Good, not even 24 hours, and you were, once again, being reminded of your ex. Then it hit you. It wasn't Judeʼs jersey.

“Oh no...” You whispered, taking the shirt in both hands so you could see the number. 27. “It's not Judeʼs.”

“What do you mean by that? It says Bellingham.” Mia said, peaking inside the package to find a scarf and beanie. “What's this? Some sick joke?”

“No... It's... Oh God. It's Judeʼs little brother, Jobe. He doesn't know we broke up, he wants me to attend his match next month. I completely forgot that he even promised to send me a jersey with his number and some goods from the club.” Mia passed you the scarf, which read “BIRMINGHAM FC” in white. “How do I tell him? He got out of the way to send me all of this.”

“Poor kid,” Mia said, looking at the jersey with attentive eyes. “Wait… How old is this little brother?”

“Uh… Seventeen, why?” Nikki looked instantly disappointed by it. “Gross! That's illegal, Nikk!”

“I know! I thought he was like a year younger... You know, revenge fuck and all that.”

“I'll ignore you even suggested that shit.” You said with a laugh, gathering your new goods. “Hell, I think I'll have to break the news myself. Seems like Mr. Dickhead isn't brave enough to tell his brother.”

“Doesn't matter, maybe you can still attend and make him super uncomfortable.” Mia said, laughing at her own idea. “I bet he'll be pissed off by that.”

You didn't respond, but that was a good suggestion... If you were the revenge type of gal, which you weren't... Right?

“I'll text him.” You said instead, heading to the room so you could get your phone.

“Check the photos!” Nikki said before going into the bathroom. “And hand me something to wear!”

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You wished you could be a coward and just send a text to Jobe telling him the whole truth, but he was your friend and deserved better than that.

The morning (and hangover) went away faster than you expected, and since that little “Can we meet up today?” conversation the two of you had, Nikki and Mia were long gone. Now you were getting ready to do what you didn't want to. Face your problems.

You were meeting Jobe at a nice little park where few people went at this time of year, so the conversation was secured and private. For your own sake, at least.

When you were about to finish the very much needed makeup (yep, the dark circles were still there) your phone buzzed. You picked it, noticing various messages.

✉️ Nikki: Destroy that cunt.

✉️ Mia: Don't completely destroy him, that thing it's his brother at the end of the day.

✉️ Nikki: Meh, that's not a good reason

✉️ Will be taking it into consideration.

✉️ Jobe: Getting there in 20, okay?

✉️ Same!

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The weather was amazing if you considered the fact of being in London and in autumn. The trees looked amazing and the park, as you prevented, was almost empty. You noticed a small group of girls by a nice tree, but they were too far away to bother.

Jobe's figure was so recognizable that it didn't take you long to find him by some benches. The last time you saw him, he was a lot smaller and not that broad. Teenagers.

“Hey!” You said when you were close enough.

He turned with a smile, keeping you on the spot for a second. Yeah, he still looked a lot like Jude. You smiled back, feeling like an asshole.

“God, I thought we were never going to see each other again.” He said dramatically, pulling you into a bear hug. “What's up? It's been months.”

“I know.” You smiled again, wanting to see anything but his face. “You're taller!” Pointing the obvious was better than going straight into the subject. At least while you guys were still greeting each other.

“Hell yes I am. 6'2. I'm officially taller than your hobbit of a boyfriend. Also, why didn't you come to last night's dinner? Jude told us you couldn't make it because you were sick but in my opinion… You look far from sick.”

You smiled along because you couldn't believe Jude made up some lie instead of telling his family the truth.

“About that...” You said, assuming that ripping the band-aid off was the best way of approach, no matter how uncomfortable it may be. “I need to tell you something... Can we sit?”

He seemed to read the sudden change of atmosphere because he agreed.

“Sure, what's up? You seem worried.”

You both sat on the nearest bench, giving you the time to breathe deeply and wander your eyes around the park before looking at Jobe again. The space was almost abandoned, except for the small group of girls. They were all giggling and pushing each other while holding their phones. You wishes you were that careless again.

“Your brother and I broke up.” You said suddenly, feeling great once the words came out of your mouth. “Well, he broke up with me.” You laughed a bit, not knowing why.

“He did what?!” You didn't expect Jobe's sudden scream, making you jump on the spot.

“God! Jobe, don't scream like that!” You pushed him without actual force.

“Maybe I heard you wrong… Jude did what?” You stayed silent, looking at his angry expression with a half smile. “That cunt… Why did he lie to us, then? When did this happen?”

“A week ago when I was visiting him.” You shrugged, feeling a bit dumb for venting to him. “We were just arriving home- I mean, his place, and just as I took a sit on the couch he said that we should break up. I got up immediately, then ask what did he say. He repeated it and proceeded to tell me his reasons. I kinda acted by impulse and got out of there within an hour. He offered to let me stay with him, pay for my hotel, or even pay back a ticket. It sounded like…” You paused again, not wanting the keep showing weakness toward the subject.

“Charity?” Jobe suggested.

“Yeah, like pity mixed with charity. So I rejected that and took a taxi to the airport… Well, that's what happened. So, I'm sorry for not telling you before. I thought he was the one for that job.” You held his arm lightly, smiling a bit. “Now that you know that… I don't think I'll be able to attend your match, honey.”

His face fell a bit, but recomposed instantly. His eyes were determined when he took the hand you put on his arm, holding it on his.

“You are coming.” He said, smiling when you looked at him with doubt. “I don't care that Jude broke up with you. You're my friend and I want you there. Also, I spend money on that package, I won't let it go to waste.”

“You're such an asshole!” You barked, laughing. “But okay, as you wish, my lord. But don't expect me to acknowledge him.”

“I wasn't expecting you to do so... Also, he doesn't deserve it either. You're coming, and if he feels uncomfortable, then he'll have to deal with it.” This time, he was the one to make a pause before laughing. “God, Mom is going to be so mad at him... You are her favorite daughter-in-law.”

“I'll miss her too.”

“You can still visit while he's at Dortmund. Mom and Dad will always greet with open arms.” He got up, giving you an smile. “Come on, let's get something to eat. I need to tell you a few things.”

“Oh! Is that about the girl you liked?”

“Shhhh! Don't say it out loud. God, you're lucky that you're still family.”

You laughed at his blushing cheeks, feeling grateful that at least you didn't lost your little brother.

Jobe was right. Life was more than Jude, even when he kept popping up on your mind and aspects of your life.

It was going to be okay. You could do this.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 8 months

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This is my first time ever requesting SMTH OML IM SWEATIN 😟 BUT I WANTED TO HAVE MY FIRST REQUEST BE TOWARDS YOU CAUSE UR WRITING IS SO GOOD AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN LIKE THE EMOTION UR ABLE TO CONVEY JUST THROUGH WORDS IS CRAZY N ADDICTIVELY DELICIOUS NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT HURTS MY SOUL ANYWAY MOVING ON (i love ur writing sm its so artistic)

this is so akward but like a reader who grew up around family members who'd get RLLY drunk n made her home super uncomfortable for her so like it's like a sensitive thing when she's around intoxicated people yk like n one day bill shows up late from a party pretty messed up n is kinda acting like an asshole lowkey aggressive LIKE ANGSTY YK UR AMAZING AT THAT n then the next morning bill wakes up hung over without reader in bed next to him confused n finally remembers n how royally fucked he is n hes like super apologetic

THATS ALL I GOT BUT UM IF U DONT FEEL COMFY WRITING IT I TOTALLY GET IT LIKE IGNORE THIS DELETE THIS DW, BUT IF YOU DO THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IYLSM

(this Lowkey sucks ass and I'm so sorry for making you wait this long for this piece of shit writing I wrote, jut I still hope you enjoy it and I'm so glad you like my works and my writing!)

Drunk & Sober Mistakes

Bill woke up with a pounding in his head, groaning as he flipped over onto his stomach. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of water.

He drank from it like he was dehydrated for ten years, feeling like he was as he savored the feeling of it pouring down his throat.

"(Name)...?" Bill called out, his voice raspy and scratchy as he woke up, trying to see you.

Bill looked up confused when he got no response, looking around from the bed as best he could.

Bill groaned as he got up, almost stumbling as he made it to his feet and to the bathroom, desperately trying to get the taste out his mouth.

He brushed his teeth, almost gagging at the taste of the toothpaste with throw up in his mouth.

Bill finally has time to mull over everything, everything in small blurs except that he knew that he got drunk.

He came home, and for some reason felt in a bad mood, and unfortunately you were there as well, so you got some backlash.

Bill felt like hitting himself, especially as it came back in an almost tidal wave that he remembered everything.

Your family has problems with drinking, getting so drunk to the point of making you uncomfortable.

Bill promised to never do that to you, but now?

Bill felt the throw up coming back up as he realized he had broken that promise, and your trust.

Something Bill vowed to never do to you

As he did so, he heard the front door open and shut as soon as he heard it. Bill sighed, knowing it was you just from the sound of your footsteps.

Knowing he has to face you, and full of shame, he walks out of the bathroom to see you collecting stuff off the floor he had either knocked down, or dropped.

Watching you do so as he leaned against the doorframe only made him even more guilty.

You knew he was there from the burning and the feeling all over your body, but you chose to ignore him, feeling as he deserves it for what he has done last night.

At your silence and watching you trying to fix the bed, Bill sighed.

"I'm sorry, babe." Bill finally spoke up, looking as you stopped your movement, listening as he stepped closer, staying a little ways away as he didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for getting drunk. I…I didn't think I would get that bad." Bill sighed once more, walking closer to you as he heard you sigh as well, about to shrug him off.

"It's fine-"

"No, it's not. I fucked up. I'm sorry." Bill apologized once more, looking as you shook your head as he stood right behind you. Bill wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to put his chin on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry…" Bill repeated, kissing your cheek in light kisses as he heard you sigh, moving the hands to softly sit on his, so soft and quiet it was like you wouldn't notice your hands unless you spoke up about them.

"Just- just don't do it again…" you mumbled, looking over your shoulder slightly to see his face close to yours, a frown almost permanent on his.

"I promise you, I won't ever do it again." Bill reassured, pecking your lips softly once as he rubbed his thumb over your waist.

"...You were being a real asshole." You said, actually meaning it and thinking he deserves to hear it. Bill sighed, nodding softly as he knew he was.

Bill thought about something for a moment, to at least try and make it a little more better before he finally found it.

"...wanna smack me?" Bill offered quickly, getting a pause from you as you finally turned around to look at him.

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion, Bill smiling as he finally got a smile out of you.

"To make it better!" Bill laughed along, smiling as he put his hands on your hips.

"No!" You shook your head, objecting like he was crazy but he was smiling at the sound of your laughter.

"Come on, just one smack." Bill tried once more, tickling your sides softly as you playfully scoffed and moved his hands.

"Is this a new kink you're trying out?" You joked, Bill falling silent as he gave you a funny look.

You both gave each other little smirks, amused before you both bursted out laughing.

Bill chuckled, grabbing your arm and bringing you into a hug as you kept on giggling.

He rubbed your back, your arms and kissed your head.

"I'm sorry, again."

"It's fine…just promise to not do it again?" You mumbled out, smiling up at him from his chest as he chuckled, immediately nodding.

"I promise I won't ever do it again. Sticking to soda from now on, huh?" Bill asked, his hands on your waist now with yours around his.

"You most definitely are." You smiled back, scrunching up your nose as he leaned down and almost touched his nose with yours, still smiling.

"Well, got a soda cop here now, huh?"

"Yup, ass."

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#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader

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dyrus · 9 months

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today i woke up and saw tfblade post how he got banned three times and thought that was kinda crazy but funny.

but being one minute out of bed i skimmed it then saw a reply saying he needed to get off the net and that league is a childrens game.

this immediately provoked me because the thought of someone controlling someone else to be online and calling league a childrens game when i made a ton of money off it made me really angry.

so i replied with the "who the fuck do you think you are lmao" and was laughing on my way to the shower.

i played sf6 streamed played baulders with the boys, then checked back on it and saw a bunch of people saying i fell off, i wasnt human, one parasocial weirdo brought up my ex, and one guy being genuninely confused.

i felt anger and sadness for a good hour and then went back to reasess why this happened and realized the context was he didnt just fuck himself over but it was a korean bootcamp so a bunch of ppl that came over got banned not just him.

not to mention korea stans, vtubers fans, league fans all involved. so realizing that i stepped on a landmine i wasnt mad anymore and actually understood why the feedback was so awful and deleted some dumb shit i said and said sorry to the one guy who was confused on why i would ever say such a thing.

i was in a really bad mood at the end of my day but thanks to my friends who let me vent for a little i came to realize that i actually fucked up by not reading more. and even posting in drama filled with these kinds of fans. i'm impressed that anyone even liked my post because now i feel sick looking at the situation so i deleted it.

i still dont think it's right for others to tell people what to do and calling league a childrens game but i clearly missed the point and took a L today.

everything is good with me but i have no motivation to do anything besides play games and keep myself from being to unhealthy (i'm back at 230) but i plan on losing weight again before any event i go to (evo or twcon) next year and hopefully can post some very happy pictures once again like last year.

that was my day, i posted this because i feel like this is my safe space and i felt a little lonely for the first time in months.

i really dont think i would of done anything to much different in my life but so much pain is caused from misunderstandings and miscommunication and sometimes when i want attention and act like a fool once in awhile.

but i have a lot of gamer friends i enjoy playing games with so im good.

holy fuck i hate being bi now it's like double the horny and i dont need any of that.

thanks for coming to my ted talk

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eris-snow · 1 year

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So someone requested for an izuku x pregnant reader angst who didn't get the chance to tell him she was pregnant and it kinda got deleted so-

Whoops.

Note for the person who sent this request in (At the bottom of this story)

Misunderstanding

Tags: angst, happy ending, izuku x fem!reader, pregnant

"You're what?!"

You flinched at Izuku's voice, dropping your phone. Panicked, you spunned around and stood up abrubtly, watching realisation wash over your husband's face

There was betrayal written all over his face, hurt weaved between the green irises that looked like shattered gemstones.

Fuck.

"Izuku, please it's not what you think-"

"Not what I think?" He cuts you off, voice sounding akin to broken glass. "I've been worried sick over you for over 3 months! Morning sickness, mood swings, peculiar cravings-"

He shook his head. "You should have told me instead of hiding it, Y/n! I should be the first to know!"

You stumble back, fingers grasping the table behind you for support as the pregnancy test tumbles to the floor.

Two lines.

One baby.

Something snaps as you try to find your words. Izuku never yelled at you before. He never did.

"I TRIED TO TELL YOU!" You holler suddenly, tears pearling your eyes.

Maybe it was because you were pregnant, or today just wasn't your day, but you couldn't stand having those loud words echo over and over in your head.

"But you've been so busy lately. I barely get the chance to see you anymore." Your voice cracks. "It's always a 'see you later', a 'stay safe, okay?'. What am I supposed to do!?"

Tears are flowing freely down your face as you cradle your belly protectively, choking over your sobs because, heck, he isn't the only one who feels wronged too.

Midoriya's mind blanks the minute he sees you cry, the crease between his eyebrows softening as he watches you clutch your tummy protectively like the unborn foetus was the only one who understood you at that moment.

Come to think of it, he really hadn't seen you properly for weeks. As the Number 1 Hero, he got swept up so much by his hero work and galas and event that he had completely neglected the number 1 person in his life.

You.

That's how this entire fight started.

That's how you ended up curling away from him, shrinking back against a wall.

God, he messed up.

Slowly, he makes his way towards you and gingerly brings you to his chest. "I'm sorry, baby," He whispers. There is no malice, not a trace of the anger or betrayal that was once so prominent in his voice. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

Hearing Midoriya's voice revert back to his gentler tone and his arms wrapped around you causes you to crumble. You threw your arms around his frame and buried your head into his chest, sobbing at the realisation that you guys hadn't done this in weeks. "I'm sorry too." Your shaky voice replies, " You have every right to be angry, but, I-I just-"

"Shh, shh... It's okay, I understand. Please don't cry..."

That just makes you sob harder.

You can bet that Midoriya would take the rest of the week off for you.

Rankings? Who cares?

Hero work? Not as important.

The world? It can wait.

There's someone he's been neglecting, the person that he chose for the rest of his life to be with. The person that he can't lose because that means losing his soulmate, his laugh, his meaning, his everything.

And that person is you.

Note for the person who sent this request in:

I'm so glad you like Family! Honestly, I haven't ever written Izuku x reader fanfics before. You really made my day by sending this request in. When I saw this, I remember thinking 'I can work with this.'

It was a pleasure writing this, and I hope you have a good day ahead of you :D

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handsoffmyscarfsherlock · 1 year

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Hello there! I’m desperately craving some sweet comfort from Tanjiro and I’d like to share an idea with you!

If this isn’t something you’re comfortable writing with, that’s totally alright! Feel free to delete if you don’t want to write this!

Imagining a scenario of reader being protected by Tanjiro from someone or a group of guys who just cannot take the hint that she wants nothing to do with them! Whether or not Tanjiro and reader are together romantically or if this leads to a love confession is completely up to you! I’m just desperately in need for some Protective!Tanjiro. ❤️

Again, no pressure for this ask!

If it’s alright, I’d love to be your 🫧 Anon!

Wishing you a good day/night!

Hello there Anon! I'm so sorry that it took so long. Nursing school is a tough gig but in celebration of passing a class, here's a story for you! I hope you enjoy :)

A big thanks always to the best ever, @snowflakeanimelover

Flowers

Tanjiro Kamado x Female!Slayer Reader

Summary: You find yourself thinking about how lucky you are to be with your boyfriend, Tanjiro. When some guys try to mess around with you, your protective boyfriend Tanjiro is there to help you.

Warnings: Kinda icky/creepy behavior and fluff

You find that the beautiful weather never lasts long. Maybe you are cursed or something but the rain seems to follow you. The days and nights of rain dampen your mood, the wet air sucking the life out of you with every raindrop that hits your face. It was one thing having to move from place to place between missions but it was another to have to do it in the rain. At least you had your boyfriend, Tanjiro. He was so patient, knowing you get annoyed with the rain. He would make sure you had a covering even if it meant him taking off bits of his clothing to protect you. He made everything better.

“Y/n! Are you excited about the new mission?” His bubbly voice takes you out of your thoughts.

You force out a weak smile, “It should be fun?” Burgundy eyes squint at your response. Great job, he knows you’re upset. As you feel yourself go back into your head you feel something warm grasping your hand. Looking down you see his hand entwined in yours.

“I know you don’t like the rain, I’m sorry.” His thumb is rubbing circles on the top of your hand. The thoughts slowly fade in your mind, like clouds parting in the sky. You give a genuine smile in response.

He’s always doing things to make you smile. That’s just one of the reasons why you love him. Clearing your throat you whisper, “Thank you, Tanjiro.” Tanjiro beams a sunshine smile and you can feel the warmth spread through your body. His nose twitches suddenly as he looks away from you, distracted. He quickly lets go of your hand and runs off into the forest.

“Tanjiro! Where are you going?” You yell out to him. Him and his nose. Before you could start up a jog to find him you feel someone behind you. The thumping in your chest radiates through your whole body as you try to turn around. Hands cover your eyes.

“Shh, it’s just me, angel,” Tanjiro’s sweet voice enters your ears, “I have something for you.” He takes his hands away from your eyes, now feeling the raindrops hit your lashes. You see him holding his hands out, one covering the other. You raise an eyebrow in question.

A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest, “Open it.” You roll your eyes and open his hands. Despite the rain hitting his hands, you see a beautiful flower inside. Your heart flutters at the gesture. Taking it out of his hand he pushes your hair aside to rest the stem behind your ear.

“A beautiful flower, for my flower.” You flush pink at his kind words, feeling the heat make its way down your neck. He cradles your face and rests his forehead against yours. “I know the flower is pretty,” his breath hot against your face, “But you’re the prettiest flower I’ll ever encounter.” You see his eyes glance down to your lips. You move before he does, pressing a damp kiss to his lips. He smiles into it before returning it. His lips mold to yours perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle fitting together.

“‘C’mon,” you say as you pull out of the kiss, “Let’s get out of this rain.”

The two of you (and Nezuko in her box) make your way to the closest town. It was moderately sized with a variety of different stands and buildings. Parking you under the nearest covered area, Tanjiro looks around. “Ok, I’ll find us someplace to stay and you stay right here, out of the rain.” He gives you another beaming smile and presses a kiss to your forehead before walking away. You take a moment to observe the town. It was quaint, almost reminding you of home. Turning to observe the stand you were in front of you hear some scuffling behind you. Noticing some men around you, you put a hand on the top of your sword.

Demons are scary but men are scarier.

Keeping your senses alert you continue to browse, looking for a little trinket for Nezuko.

“Hey! You’re a demon slayer, right?” A voice calls out, breaking the silence. You turn to meet the voice, seeing a man around your age.

You nod, “Yes, I am. Can I help you with anything?” You ask out of habit, always wanting to get information from the locals for missions. He looks around and whistles. It’s sharp and loud and gets the attention of the men around him. They move closer to him. You shift uncomfortably in your place, trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.

The main man crosses his arms, “Yeah, I think there could be a demon around here.” You try to read him, his body language, but nothing sticks out yet. “Right?” He asks the other men. There’s immediately a reply of agreement and nods.

“Alright, where do you think this is happening? Any specific locations of interest? We’ll make sure to investigate-”

“Why don’t we just show you?” The man had cut you off. You glance around and see the men snickering and grinning at you. There are five of them and one of me. This isn’t the most unbalanced it’s ever been, just breathe. Deescalate.

You take a step backward, “No, I’m sorry. It’s a bit late for that. Why don’t my partner and I meet you in the morning?” Strike one. The men did not like that response. They all move forward, essentially cornering you against the table.

The main man, with his ugly sneer and ugly eyes, grabs your wrist. “We only want to give you a nice welcome, just thanks for the work you’ll do for us,” he yanks you toward him, “Right guys?” The rest of the men voice agreement. You try to yank your arm out of his grip, strike two.

I can flip him in a heartbeat, I can take him down. Give him a warning.

“Let me go, now.” Your voice is strong and unyielding. They all just laugh at your response. Strike three.

Licking his lips, “Well, if you say so, princess.” He throws you into the rain and you catch yourself before almost face-planting onto the gravel road. They move toward you but all you could notice was the rain hitting your body. You look down and see your flower on the road. The man notices it too, a wolf-like grin crossing his face before bringing his foot down on it, crushing the flower until there was nothing left.

Your stomach feels like it’s in your chest. Demons are scary but men are scarier. Your mother’s voice rings in your head.

“Get away from me, now!” You yell at them, spitting with anger.

They don’t listen.

What should I do? I can’t hurt them, but I have to defend myself. Thoughts are racing through your mind, trying to sort out the best plan of action. Before you had to decide you hear the sound of gravel moving behind you.

“Leave her alone.”

You whip around and see him. Tanjiro. His normally friendly demeanor was gone. His eyes looked like they could cut a man in half, just by glaring at them. His body immediately moves in front of you, covering you, protecting you from the men.

The man looked him up and down. Trying to measure him up, see if he could take him down. Tanjiro did not move. He had a hand on his sword, ready to move.

“We were only trying to show her around, she was the one who said she was interested!” The man responded, eyes narrowing.

Tanjiro’s body stiffened, veins almost popping out. He cleared his throat, “Stop lying. I can smell your sweat from here. This is what’s going to happen, you leave now, or I have no choice but to defend my girlfriend.”

There’s a silence within the group of men. Tanjiro's voice cuts like a knife, “I wouldn’t make that mistake if I were you.” The main man takes a step forward, testing the waters. Before he could make another move, Tanjiro’s sword is out in front of him, ready. They take one look at him and then run in the other direction, rain obscuring the shape of their bodies.

Tanjiro turns around to face you, but before he can say anything you throw yourself into his body. Arms wrapped around his neck, you cling onto him, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry-” You babble, hands gripping his clothes for dear life.

Tanjiro drops his sword and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. He strokes your hair, trying to calm you down. After a few minutes, he pulls you away from him. His hands find your cheeks, the warmth of his hands mixing with the rain and tears.

“Look at me, please.” His voice is soft and kind, it still triggers butterflies to go off in your stomach. Your eyes meet his, they look heartbroken. “Y/n, I will never let anyone hurt you. I couldn’t cope with knowing I didn’t do everything I could to save you. I promise to protect you and stand by your side. I'll find flowers to give to you for the rest of our life together.”

Tears flow over, dropping from your eyes without you even blinking. You sniffle, “Tanjiro, I love you.”

He smiles back at you, “I’ll love you forever, there’s nothing that will stop me from loving you. ” His lips ghost yours, sending chills down your spine.

“Let’s get you out of the rain, okay?” Hands entwined, you head towards the inn, the warm feeling filling out your entire body. Heart happy, you continue your journey together knowing that you’ll be loved for the rest of your days in this life and every other life that follows.

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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Someone You Loved

Needed a brain break from Whumptober so I wrote this in an hour instead. Haven't listened to Lewis Capaldi for a long time but this song popped up in my playlist and it gave me Jaya vibes so here we are. Kinda similar to Sounding Sea but also not, mostly because I never thought I would write a songfic in my life, but hey, plans change. Literally almost just had a panic attack as I was cleaning this up because I thought I deleted it but nope we're all good. Enjoy everybody!

Words: 2k

TWs: depression, mentions of anxiety, basically all the same stuff as Sounding Sea.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

Oh, he was crazy alright. But maybe it was just the hunger talking.

He had never really been one for doing things halfway. Something either got all of his effort or none of his concern and there was very little in-between. Now, he was wishing that he had more gears than forward and reverse; was that why humans created cars with multiple modes? To make up for the fact that they couldn't ever take the stick and pull it back to spare their feelings? Was it all just some sick scheme of taking back control?

No, that was stupid. He let his head thunk against the stone wall behind him, ignoring the bruises littering his skin and the blood welling from the cuts and scratches inflicted across his body. Jay had plenty of stupid ideas already, what was one more?

I need somebody to heal Somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold

And of course, like a goddamn fool he had fumbled it. Fucked it up most likely beyond repair, just because he didn't come with a gearshift to dial his love back. She had known better than any of the others, always picked up on his mood shifts and his anxiety and his everything before he even knew what was going on; sometimes she was even faster than Cole. Before then Jay had never met someone with that ability, because most people would turn a blind eye to him at best and try to hurt him at worst. Kinda like what was happening right now, actually.

She wasn't like most people.

First Master, how stupid was he?

It's easy to say But it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

He did. Fuck, he missed her so much. He missed the way she made him feel like he was on top of the world, like he could do anything and be anyone. Anxiety couldn't touch him, his insecurities powerless against the encouraging words she would feed him whenever he started to doubt himself. What was he now?

Stuck in a shitty pirate ship with no friends and no way of calling for help after possibly fucking all of them over for what might be the last time.

Well, at least he wouldn't be able to damn them anymore, right?

The ball and chain was heavy on his ankle, and he had to drag it up by hand so he could tuck his knees against his chest, looking up at the bright sky through the grate. His hands were blistered from how much he had been mopping the deck, but it was still much more preferable to Scrap n' Tap.

He tried to imagine how it would sound for her to say 'I love you.'

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay was still trying to imagine it when night finally fell, a dark blanket smothering out his one light source and casting the rest of his cell into darkness. He couldn't say that he ever had a problem with the dark before now, but the shadows were stretching just a little too much, the corners just a little too obscured and his vision was too fuzzy as it was adjusting to the new level of light. He supposed one of his eyes being basically out of commission wasn't helping.

Tears tried to leave his eyes but he blinked them back, determined not to cry. Nya wasn't here, and Cole wasn't here, and crying wasn't going to change that. He could do this, he could get through it.

Being left to his own devices left too much time for him to start going down memory lane, and he was thrust into the memory of the day when his world shattered apart, the shards gouging holes in his heart to leave gaping wounds that he didn't know how they would heal at the time. His head had been hurting like he had smashed it into the wooden floor of the Bounty, winded as if he just recovered from a bad fall.

He wanted it back. Why couldn't he just have it back?

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

He loved her too much to try and push her away again, and yet here he was, keeping her at arms-length when all she wanted to do was get closer and try to help.

Younger him would've rejoiced, reveled in the knowledge that Nya wanted him out of all people, but Jay knew better now. Knew how easy it was to get swept up in the current, to lose yourself in the tide that never quite receded.

To drown in it, because eventually you would forget that you had to keep swimming.

Sleeping was something that didn't come easily to him anyway, but now it was impossible to find. Apparently he had pissed off Mr. Sandman too, as he would spend night after night springing awake from some bad dream or another, only to find some sort of project in this damn lighthouse to keep him occupied. He needed distractions; distractions from how he had left Kai behind, how he didn't protect Zane, how he had damned Cole and Lloyd and Wu and Misako and everyone else in fucking Ninjago-

But mostly? He couldn't stop thinking about he had damned her too.

Now, I need somebody to know Somebody to heal Somebody to have Just to know how it feels It's easy to say but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

She was right there. Nya was right there and he failed her, again.

Jay shivered in his chair, looking around his parents' trailer to try and find any trace of her. The only thing he could find was a framed photo that he had given his parents forever ago, from before their messy breakup and the fights and the Djinn. From when they were still happy. Sure, they were both smiling, Jay's arm wrapped around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, but...

Were they ever really happy? Or was Jay just too scared to admit that something wasn't right?

He clutched the photograph in his hands, watching as the wooden frame started to crack under the pressure. Maybe it was just because he grew up poor, but the cost of his escape had been too steep; it should've never been her.

It never should have been her.

But it was, and there was nothing he could about it now. The best he could do was hope and pray that his plan to rescue her wouldn't fall through, because he was running out of prayers.

It worked, and the price for that had been steep too. Would the heavy costs and the sacrifices ever end?

Years passed, and against his better judgement Jay thought that maybe it would.

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall

Was it night? He couldn't tell anymore. Slipping in and out of sleep was confusing, to say the least, and he had no idea how long he had spent laying down on this uncomfortable couch before someone would be lulling him back to sleep. Mr. Sandman must be taking pity on him.

And you're not here To get me through it all

But Nya was here; he could hear her voice, whispering to him in soft tones with gentle words, kissing his cheek and then his lips and playing with his hair and trying everything she knew to try and get him back to sleep.

Was he going crazy? Again?

First Master, it really was just like the ship all over again. He didn't remember the voices being able to touch him, though. That part was new. Oh well.

Gotta enjoy a nice dream while it lasts, right?

Why did someone start sobbing when he said that out loud?

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay loved that she loved him, cared for him, trusted him, and he trusted her with his life and his soul. Knowing that she was there at his side always helped him get through the days; he was sure that he wouldn't still be here if something had ever happened to her. They were two halves of the same piece; maybe they didn't quite fit together all the way, but there was nothing they wouldn't do to make it work, that Jay wouldn't do to make it work.

So really, she had to stop doing stupid self-sacrificing shit. But he guessed that he wasn't really one to talk.

But becoming the sea?

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

She was never coming back around. Jay stood outside of the lighthouse, looking out across the ocean and watching as the tides flowed in and out, taking in the rocks just off-shore and the small rip-currents jaggedly cutting through the calm surface of the water.

Jay turned around, feeling the breeze start to blow his jacket into his back. Shutting his eyes, he let his element buzz around him, crackling and fizzing and popping The darkness was something familiar; he knew what to expect when he shut his eyes for too long, and he needed the familiarity no matter how traumatic the origins were. Without hesitating he let himself fall backwards into the surf, the cold water making him freeze up instantly as it washed over his face and into his nose.

He suppressed the natural urge to fight and get his face out of the water.

What was the point when she wouldn't be there to tell him how stupid he was being? To say that he should've worn a thicker jacket, to dry his clothes, to snuggle with him in the bed until he could finally feel his fingers and play with her hair?

For now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay wrote the same words over and over at least once a night. He didn't know why he was fixating so hard on them but he couldn't stop, and even now as his hands were trembling and his hair was dripping seawater onto the pages he was writing the same seven lines again. There was no one there to kiss his cheek and offer him tea and to laugh at how his hair looked like he had been dunked in a mop bucket.

He should've just stayed in the goddamn ocean.

But now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

For some reason, Jay cut out the first two lines eventually. After a while, it just got a little redundant to keep saying that the day would go away and be replaced by the night; at least, that was his best guess for why one day he started writing three lines instead of seven. He read them over and over, again and again, feeling the bitterness and the anger and the sadness consume him from the inside out, and Jay knew that Nya would not recognize the man standing on the beach if she ever decided to walk back onto land one day.

But she never would, and Jay would never get used to the loss that spread through his chest like a disease, a cancer that there was no way to treat.

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Bitter- Eddie's version

You finally get a text back and it's just your mom

It's like when you just broke up and they play your song

And I hate that I can tell that someone's probably in my shoes

Eddie knew the second he let the break up happen he was going to regret it. He was going to regret letting himself leave.

He doesn't know why, but when his phone went off he hoped it was her. It never was. And he knew that she would never text him again.

He hates being at the bar, tongue down a random girl's throat, and the familiar melody of their song starts to play. Filling his body with regret and ruining any good mood he was working on.

She was a dream girl. Eddie fought off countless men in bars for her attention. She had men at her feet wherever she turned. And now that Eddie wasn't there to claim her, he can just imagine how fast he got replaced. How easy it was for her to put someone in his old shoes.

But he did it to himself

I know she thinkin' that she found herself a winner

I know you fucked her on the counter

Right before you cooked her dinner, yeah

Against his better judgement, he still stalked her social media.

And the day she first posted a photo with Steve Harrington, his heart shattered. Holding his phone in his lonely California home. Scrolling through where their old pictures used to be, now deleted. More room for Steve to fill.

He laughed to himself, of course it was Steve she'd move on with. She probably thought she found herself a huge winner with him. That he was better than Eddie in every way possible.

He hated that his brain imagined her and Steve fucking on the kitchen counter, probably in the new home they would buy together. Making dinner together but getting too carried away with each other. Taking each other in a heavy and desperate mess before the oven even preheated. He can just imagine Steve's cocky smirk when she falls apart. Doing all the things she likes, the things Eddie knew by heart.

That you threw out all our furniture and pictures

I bet you sugarcoat the truth

I bet you're real sweet with her, yeah

Hear about your new life and the brand new you

Heard you got a new job but I heard you moved

Eddie scrolled through his Instagram, a new photo of them popping up, in front of a small house. Their new house, together. She got the big promotion she's been working for. Spending the money on her new life with Steve.

Eddie remembered when they picked out furniture for their apartment. The same furniture he refused to take with him when he left. Leaving her to do whatever she wanted with it. Now he bets she threw it all out. Not having one piece of Eddie Munson around.

Sitting on a couch that had no memories of her but yet she still wouldn't leave his head.

He scoffed thinking about how happy they probably are. Coffee in the morning after lazy morning sex. Steve's probably so sweet, sugarcoating everything so nothing hurts her heart. He's probably romantic, breakfast in bed on the weekends.

It's like

I don't wanna hear it, don't wanna hear about you

It's like

I don't give a fuck (yeah, I do)

Eddie wanted to strangle every time he brought up Steve and her when he came to visit.

Telling him all about the engagement and how he's the best man. Saying shit about how Steve's never been so in love.

Eddie didn't want to hear it and he couldn't hear it. He made one horrible mistake and every day since it somehow got worse. He was constantly reminded of who he left behind and what he left behind.

He knew he was in magazines. Photos of him leaving bars with new girls. And he knew she'd seen it. That was probably her final push to have him leave her mind forever.

Eddie didn't give a fuck about their wedding or their happy ending

But yet, he kinda did

You're still in my head, but

You're not in my bed, now

I'm bitter

Eddie couldn't stand the way his head still made his body reach for her. Reminded instantly the space next to him is empty.

She lives in his head every day. Almost like she's still there. If he thinks hard enough he can feel her

But she's not in his bed. She's in one with Steve

So he got drunk, feeling sorry for himself and pissed for his mistakes, he texted her

"I'm bitter"

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no-shxme · 2 months

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since ive had people asking about it, here's

an overview of my writing process:

its very long (but split into 4 sections) so i will be posting it below the read-more. i fr threw up all over the post and it covers my writing process specifically. because i write unreliable narration >> canonic characters, etc this will prolly not be as useful for like, idk, crack fic writers or whatever else. basically this is what works for me. it might not work for you, but feel free to peruse, im sure no 2 writer's processes are exactly the same. (AND THATS COOL)

Step 1: The Idea & Start

usually my fic starts with a single scene/mood/line, and the whole fic is started around that. (for ex: my fic Teeth started bc of 1 set of lines that we haven't even gotten to yet. [sob]) this also helps me be more motivated, as i become pretty desperate to get that scene/mood/etc written. (as i write i often find new goalposts to write to, which helps keep me motivated, yeah)

occasionally i will write out an initial drabble (like 1 or 2 paragraphs) set in the story idea i have, just to see if i like whatever's going on before i commit.

before i start i decide my setting or at least whatever parts of the setting are relevant. (i wont go into it here bc that's not exactly process.) then i'm game to start.

i've heard a lot of writers struggle with starting a fic and ending it. starting a fic isn't usually a problem for me but if i don't like how the beginning is looking it's usually because i've started it too far away from relevant plot. i don't want to write too much beginning set up, so my solution is always to delete what i have and restart the scene closer to when something happens.

(for ex: when writing everything that went wrong over the summer, the story started earlier and was going to have kayn discover rhaast at the end of the first chapter. but halfway through i decided it was bad. i didnt want to reveal too much and it was kinda boring, became a slog of wordlbuilding. i hated it so i deleted it and instead we meet rhaast in literally the second paragraph.)

imo if you are having trouble with starting stories, literally just throw yourself into the action, its the best way to jog a stuck start. move up the timeline, make things move faster. ask yourself if you really need all the space before the action happens. this method also be used on other scenes, not just beginnings.

it's generally a good idea to figure out what the minimum amount of time you need to complete your story. (this plot that takes place over three weeks, can it be done in three days instead?) but i dont always do that for fanfiction, more my personal writing. fanfiction can be loose and slimy, thats okay. i'm not gonna stress myself over it like i do with my book lol. for me fanfiction is like a vacation. since the characters are already established i can be free to experiment stylistically and try new things.

Step 2: The Writing (The Slog)

(The longest section of this post)

I actually have SO many notes for my writing process so this will be all over the place.

Whenever I write ANYTHING my goals are the following:

keep things concise, without crazy exposition or information overloads.

to me writing is kinda like a puzzle, or a combination lock. i have a line or thought and i just continuously swap words around in my head or on a doc until something clicks. my goal is not just something that fits, it's something that fits BEST. (i am not always successful at this.) so yeah sometimes a line sounds good, but how do i make it sound BETTER. i am always thinking about lines. all the time. i am always turning a scene in my head trying to find the best angle. im literally doing it right now.

this is a stylistic choice that might not apply to everyone, but i love writing unreliable narrators and therefore always write them. in fanfiction i like trying to keep the characters close to their canon personalities, so a lot of the following advice is through that lens.

WHEN IT COMES TO PLOT:

by the time i write my first scene i usually have an idea of the ending. i'm not too terribly focused on it but i definitely prefer to know it. its just something i have to reach eventually. usually little plot ideas will start sprouting up like checkpoints between the start and the end, and then it's just the matter of figuring out how to bridge the gaps between them. one of my favorite tricks i like to use for longer or difficult plots is work backwards. (i call it Keyframing)

(for ex: let's say i'm writing a story about a knight who marries a dragon, but i can't figure out how the hell that's gonna happen. an easy way to come up with ideas is think: what's 1 thing that has to happen between the start goal (there's a knight) and the ending (married to a dragon)? it could be something simple. the knight has to get to the dragon's lair before he can get married. okay, great, there's another plot checkpoint. now what's 1 thing that has to happen between the start and getting to the lair? and also what's 1 thing that has to happen between getting to the lair and getting married?

as you keep adding 1 thing to the plot between points, it basically writes itself, or gives you a very good list of things that HAVE to happen in order to progress the story. then you can add embellishments and tweak it, but its a good method i use for avoiding over-complicated plot. periodically i also ask myself: can this be simplified further?

in cases where i don't have an ending in mind (about 35% of the time) i let my characters drive the plot. this is very easy because i write unreliable, character focused narration. all i think is: ok what're they gonna do. how would they do xyz. hows this affect them. i'll also think about my end goal for the character as it slowly develops and ask myself if it's realistic for them. i don't write crack so if it's something a character won't do then i just won't write it. i'll figure out some other goal or method to achieve the same effect, even if the scrapped idea is cute. :C the end result is usually a more convincing character. (once again this is literally just how i write ff. you DONT have to write like this) in many cases the goal is fine but the method isn't, so i have to rethink how the character realistically reaches that goal. (this was very much the case in my fic, One Promise)

WHEN IT COMES TO WRITER'S BLOCK:

here's my methods for getting over writer's block in no particular order:

taking a break. (or a nap)

reading poetry (this helps bc i try to write poetic) or just read, if im in a pickle.

changing location. (if you write on your phone/laptop. just go somewhere else)

delete the scene and restart from a diff angle. (not advised tbh. i dont think this is a good method, even if it works for me. im only listing it bc its something i do.)

to a lesser degree: changing the font, listening to music i would never listen to normally. or not listening to music at all.

walking around in circles talking to myself about whatever line im chewing on. :/

Okay now im just gonna list a mixed bag of shit that pertains to my literal writing process:

i use google docs because i like to write on my phone and my tablet. i will write in bed before sleeping or in the car. ill write wherever. occasionally i will also use scrivener on my pc for writing assistance. or ms paint. (dont make me go into it)

i almost always try to write what the CHARACTER sees or experiences, versus what a narrator would see. (for example, in my fic Teeth, sett's ears are mentioned a lot. it's because talon keeps noticing them.) this is super important in my writing as it also serves meaning and makes things more concise. oh a character is an artist? so they might notice the technique in a painting. versus the same painting viewed by a carpenter, who might focus more on describing the picture frame. i have specific thoughts on (confident) character voice/unreliable narration, but this post is long lol. if anyone wants to hear it lemme know.

for the most part i only try to describe what's necessary. im not trying to introduce too many characters BY NAME or too many places or too much detailed description-dumping, unless im trying to hide something. ESPECIALLY IN FAN FICTION. one thing i keep in mind is that the reader will fill in the gap. like i could write 'a kitchen with green walls and one window' and boom you already have an idea of what the kitchen could look like. i could write a character using a stove and different readers might imagine that stove in two different places, as pertaining to their imaginary kitchen. that's fine. as long as the location of the stove is unimportant then i dont need to describe it. basically if it's not Vital to my vision then i often don't bother writing it. (this also allows me to push themes and sneak things, but this post is too long)

often while i write im thinking ahead, so ill start noting future lines/plot ideas to use at the bottom of the document so i dont forget them. if it's a long fic my lines-to-be-used will be like, pages long lol.

JUST WRITE. I JUST WRITE. sometimes its slop, that okay. i try to write every single day.

whenever i return to a wip i reread it to get in the Groove.

as i write i sometimes make comments (in google docs) on some words that i know are placeholders. like i'll write a sentence and think: i need to change that word, but im too in the flow to do that now, so i just make a quick note so i dont miss it when editing. i have shorthand for it too, like for example, WC stands for 'word choice' and REP stands for 'too much repetition.' sometimes im lazy and dont do this ._.

speaking of repetition, one of my lil tricks is to start a list of repetitive words as i write. i will often throw in the names of characters, and some common pitfall words for me (words that i have a tendency to use too often). this is helpful for....

Step 3: The Editing

okay first i take a break. the length often depends on how long the fic is. if its a shortie then i just play a game or 2 of league or smth. i must banish the story from my brain.

when i come back i give it a read over and edit whatever issues i see, reword, blah blah. i also use Ctrl + F with my list of repetitive words! this way i can clearly see problem areas where i've used the same word too close together. i will also Ctrl + F grammar missteps, namely double spaces, double periods, and double commas.

for word choice ideas i use wordhippo :3c sometimes i recognize that a line needs to cook so ill come back to it.

i also do character checks where needed. (Would they REALLY do that?) at this point i can identify a problem area pretty easily so i dont do it that much anymore.

then as my final editing step i read the whole thing aloud. this step is so important that i never skip it, even on long ass docs. reading it aloud to myself is vital. when i read it aloud i can actually test the dialogue and see cadence issues and random mistakes that i never catch anywhere else. for longer stories this is done chapter by chapter as finished, which is,,, thank god lol.

if im unsure about a story then i'll let it ferment for a while (days, weeks) before i come back and edit, just to make sure im not crazy or smth.

Step 4: The Posting

i post in ao3's rich text format, so it keeps some of the formatting. then i hit PREVIEW and then i hit EDIT again. bc ao3 is finicky about italics and will add weird ugly spaces bc of that. so to get rid of them i use my CTRL + F method again to check for space + periods (literally a space then a period), space + commas, double spaces (again), etc. i also center those *** things that people use as scene breaks bc they're never centered. takes like 5 minutes.

then i post and try not to feel immediately awful lol.

anyway that's my writing process. this ended up super fucking long holy shit. sorry i like, rambled and blabbed. i try to be thorough. there's a lot more that i can talk about not pertaining to the process itself but like, yeahhhh. thanks if you read all this, hopefully its not terribly boring.

#shx note #writing advice #i dont even know #fanfiction

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dreamtydraw · 3 months

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hiya!!

first of all, absolutely adore your new pfp! it's so cute!! (*^-^)

second of all, my sorry I couldn't answer after my last ask, but I really hope you'll feel better soon! (>.<) feel hugged dreamty!!

we're kinda in the same boat, tho. I'm not feeling too great myself atm (*´-`)

anyway, lots of love!! <3

~🌿

Djdidi hi plant anon !

Know that the silly dog gif is suppose to be a 30 sec animation i’ll have to finish for this week so i’ll soon post them ( this is my fav animation of the semester)

Thanks for the new pfp ! Second time someone mentionned and funny enough it’s from this set of 3 stickers i made for my school holliday market.

I add them to stickers package of people I know or people who made big purchases ehehe

Tons of love to you plant, I hope you’ll feel better soon.

Now answering the rest of the ask I’ll drop the update about my mood under there because it’s not pretty.

I’ll admit i am not doing well this days.

I can’t say why exactly i’m feeling bad, I always had up and down mood and some down mood really makes me feel low.

I know that it’s not based on anything factual but i can’t help but feel hated or judged. Everything that i say or show in front of more than one person is doubted by my own brain. I have to force myself to not delete everything that i type because i feel awful.

If i tried to put words on it, i hope that it’s not true despite knowing i dont’ have any real reason but i just feel like a pathetic person who is annoying and who’s presecence is a nuisance. Anyone who say the contrary is saying it out of pity and if I try to say that i’m sad it’s for attention because why the heck should i say that ? It’s not like I’m important or anything i must have a huge ego.

I’m doing a lot of things wrongs, I feel awful for taking so much time doing my packages or doing my homeworks.

I know it’s temporary and it will go aways because it always goes away at some point so i just try to live with it until it fades and I can go back on doing alright.

Right now only thing that helps me keep my head distracted is working on my game or being forced to go to class because going out at least force me to take care of how i look and all.

This is a big vent post and i’m really sorry about it but i can’t post on insta without feeling bad, i don’t have the strenght to text my friends without feeling bad and tumblr is the only place i managed to show sign of life with minimal feeling of being worthless.

It may be worrying to read all that but like i said it will go away but i just don’t like going trough it, i’ll be better in a few days it’s alright.

Anyway, thanks for reading and tons of love. I’m trying to work on some exclusive valentine days stickers but i don’t think i’ll be in time for it.

#plant anon #anon ask #dreamty’s ramble #ask answer #tw vent

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drawthething · 9 months

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Welcome to DTT's gallery of useless text posts because I'm in the post-exam mood and bored!Today we shall discuss about:

"Obvious ways to NOT get scammed when opening commissions"

Now if you're a smart and capable human who's already so good at being an adult then you might not need these advices. But if you're kinda gullible and young and eat instant noodles for dinner sometimes like me, this post might be for you!

1. "You're up for commissions? DM me!"

See, these jerks probably follow the #commission tag on insta to find their easy target. You have the comm sheet right there clear as daylight and they STILL ask this thing in your post's comments. And they don't even want to DM you, YOU DM THEM! Absolutely horrible commission etiquette! I think it's best to ignore these comments even if you're not sure about their intentions.

2. Random acc with 2 posts and 200+ followers casually walks up to your DMs and says: "Will you draw my pet for 200$??"

Suuuper basic tactics for scammers to initiate their hustle. They're just soooo basic and soooo boring they can't come up with anything else for you to draw they HAVE to be like "I don't give a damn about what you usually do or what weird fandom hyperfixation pills you're on but here's an easy-to come-up-with art idea!". And a fricking fortune for pets portraits?? Come on.

Yes, check the account too if you smell something fishy. Even if it's profile is an innocent old looking lady who seems really rude at texting for some reasons, it's worth being cautious about.

3. "Aww man something's wrong with your PayPal link, can you send me your email name instead?"

Now of course I'm not saying everyone who wants a pet drawing is a scammer. If you're still unsure or see nothing suspicious about the client, feel free to continue the conversation!

But oh noooo, every damn time they seem to have some fricking issue with your PayPal link! They DEMAND to know your email! Or offer to send the payment in some really vague foreign way. Alrighty, no big deal yet, it's not like they want to know your Roblox password or GG search history right? Let's see what might happen next!

4. Nope, no payment sent, but oooo, new email! So fun, let's check!

BAM! An "official" mail from PayPal. Some weird issue occurred and *inserts bullcrap explanation* now you have to like, send them back 500$ out of nowhere! Wait, what?!

Calm down, don't do anything yet (even if the "client" is so rudely pressuring you cuz you 'own' them cash now) Go through everything as thorough like it's your life crisis and notice that this email has an embarrassing typo! Perhaps... this is not a PayPal mail? Well no crap! You know exactly who sent it you silly goose! Plus these losers do be using ugly ass fonts amirite? Smh.

5. They're so obviously not interested in your art

Some of these bastards are just so vague about what they want for their art, you know? Instead of going on and on about the details, like do they want it coloured or not, what the artstyle is, yada yada bla bla bla, all they're excited about is getting to the payment part! The fun part of the hustle, yayyyy!! Oh and they're oddly rude and distant in the way they talk sometimes. Unacceptable even for scammers! If you want my money at least be nice!

6. So what do you do with these guys?

Block, delete, report and run!! And if you're still mad at them for lying to you, don't forget to tell those mfs to get a life instead of trying to scam someone who already knows how to make terrible financial decisions!! (it's me, I'm someone)

Pls remember though, don't jump to conclusions early yet. Now you don't want to accidentally block an innocent respectful person, do you? Trust your instincts!

Aaaaand that's all I have! Thank you for reading this nonsense, you truly are a delight! Please be safe, be cautious and be a decent human being who don't try to scam people!

Love ♥️

#just casually bitterly revealing my lore while looking out for other art folks over here #i'm actually surprised to find out that these happen so often to other artists too #and i encountered with my fourth scammer on insta last week sooo #disclaimer i have never lost money because of these scammers before #but yes those bastards have paid visits to my DMs kinda often for some reasons #i should make a calendar for them that'd be fun #commissions

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sanemisstalker · 9 months

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Hey guys vent post up and coming lol //// little life update. Nothing extreme just wanted to like, speak for a moment.

I had like, an 4-8k douma fanfic that tumblr deleted so, I'm a little miffed (I greatly dislike tumblrs drafts) but its kind of fine because it was super self destructive and probably no good for internet consumption (I go to him when I'm sad, arguably to a harmful degree. It was really hot though) but it was really well written so that kinda blows.

Um, two, I will get to your requests, I swear! I have a ton of drafts saved for a couple of different asks (looking at you, lesbian in my inbox that really wants me to write mitsuri porn). All of ur asks r really good, and I giggle and kick my feet everytime i read one.

My temporary no writing is because my ex boyfriend is over, and if I'm on my phone he'll feel ignored (I am still chronically in love with him even if he's emotionally negligent, so the past three days have honestly just been torture because of like... everything about him) so I have tried to only write during the night time, but I'm usually so worn out by then that I will just knock out before I get the chance to finish anything.

You will probably get birthday smut from me around my actual birthday- idk who yet. We'll have to see. In a very douma mood rn though.

Every bit of emotional reprieve for my situation with my ex was in that fanfiction (I spent 6 hours writing it this morning before I slept, but I'm trying to have a good birthday party and not start it by crying over something so small, it is what it is). My actual birthday is later in the week but college starts back then so-

If things get a little slow that's why. I am a working college student, sanemisstalker lore drop ig. I literally only want to write demon slayer smut though, considering it's the only thing bringing me joy rn, but hey, most of us have a 9-5. I have to feed my 3 kids (my roomates)

Also, I just got into jjk (the pacing is a mess) and i really want to fuck this guy so do with that what you will. He's sexy. Mad sexy. So I might start writing for jjk? No promises.

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quirkwizard · 1 year

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Do you have any quirks that could be useful for solving crimes? Like investigating crime scenes finding suspects etc. I kinda wish the story covered pro-heroes roles in investigations

I was considering just pointing towards "Look Around", since that is perfect for this, but I have plenty of other options. For the sake of this, I'm not going to be including any Quirks that can give the user all the information they need. If the user can see the future, read minds, or lie detection, that's just cheating. I'll give a small shout out to all the bug Quirks since all of those would be good for this as well.

Disc Set: As you may imagine, have untraceable listening devices and cameras wherever the user needs them would be help when it comes to gathering evidence. What's better is that you could still use it as evidence by playing it on a DVD player.

Library: Considering how many investigations requiring a revolving door of research and information, it'd help a lot to cut out the middle man and have the user essentially download and delete whatever knowledge they do or don't need in seconds.

Cigar: With how stressful investigation work can be, having something that can calm the user down and help them refocus on the task at hand would help a lot with the pressure. Plus it gets massive bonus points for fitting the image of the grisly investigator.

Deep Think: This one is too perfect not to include. It's a great version of that classic Eureka moment in a lot of detective stories when the investigator starts putting everything together from all of the detective work they did before hand.

Feel Around: This would work great with finding evidence. Walking into a room and mapping out everything inside of it could work to find all sorts of details that would go unnoticed to most people, like hidden rooms or weapons.

Ambiance: You know how in videogames, they'll highlight certain details to make sure the player sees them? It's like that. Seriously, there would be so many things the user could find out being see electromagnetic fields.

Mood Ping: This works best for a lot of the people work investigators need to do. Knowing when people are trying to hide something or react a certain information or accusations would help a lot without overshadowing any skill they may need.

Eyeful: With how many details would be missed to the naked eye, having a new way of looking at things could help find certain clues that may have gone overlocked. With the amount of vision modes the user has access to, they wouldn't miss much. And you could easily capitalize off the idea of being a private eye.

Hypothesize: Besides the style points for having a detective's cork board inside their brain, it's great for keeping track all the information that comes their way and help them form connections between them. And I mean, what are investigators if not theorists who get paid for their ramblings?

Self Help: Investigators really need to wear a lot of different hats depending on how they want to go about with their jobs. Being able to pull on different versions of themselves could help a lot in the day to day workings, especially when working with people, dealing with new situations, or talking out details of a case.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Original Quirk

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youthinkofacoolname · 8 months

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Hi there! You know how a few weeks back you explained how to add CC to The Sims 4? Yeah, that kinda ruined my life I'm obessed now help was super helpful and surprisingly easy! You're totally right that it makes the game so much better.

I was wondering if you can share some of your fave ones, or if you know websites that have particularly good content to add. I found some great stuff here on tumblr but hey, why not ask for some recs? ✨

Hey! I'm so glad I was able to drag you into my addiction help! Here's some mods that I think are essential for my game that you might like too! (putting it under a read more for convienence to all those uninterested)

^Vicky has a ton of great mods but the ones that change traits, such as 100 base game traits and More CAS traits, plus Better CAS Randomization are literal game changers and I can no longer play without them

^Another great modder but especially for "My x" stuff, that stuff adds realism (like a better memory system) but also small visual details, like a blush when flirty or eyebags when exhausted. They're small details but I personally like it when my sim's eyes get teary when they're sad

^If you're planning on decorating your house at all (although you don't have to cause there are some gorgeous houses on mod sites and the gallery) this is a must. Idk why EA decided that mirrors can't be moved up and down but it's dumb move

^This one is great for adding more realism for weddings. It gives you options such as "Shop for ring" "Sign prenup" and "Shop for dresses". Now they don't really do anything (the mod will send your engaged sim and their partner off the lot for a while and they come back with a mood buff) but I think it adds a nice touch for story telling purposes and is probably the most fun part of planning a wedding

^LittleMsSam is another modder who is absolutely great, these are a bunch of her smaller mods,. There's a ton of them and not all of them might not be needed but I reccomend looking through them because there are some that are life changers (like famous sims gain followers automatically, which makes staying famous way easier)

^This is the most important mod on my list. I don't know if it bothers you as much as it bothers me but I hate it when I tell my sim to go to another room (whether to use the bathroom or check on their baby) and they pause to sniff the the air or to point out a mess, this mod basically makes it so that they do those things while still walking to save time. As much as I love all these mods, this one is probably the best

^This one is really good if you're planning on adding toddlers to your family because it gives you more items that can level up their skills (which can be really hard, esp without a wabbit tablet/their parents are busy)

^Me personally I prefer the method of moving NPCs into my house and then killing them when it comes to making money but if you prefer to make money the conventional way this mod adds more jobs your sims can do

https://twitter.com/PandaSamaSims4

I've decided I'm just gonna reccomended Pandasama because they also make a ton of really great mods

~~I'm gonna reblog with some of my favorite occult mods because I'm running out of space~~

#a lot of these add small things for realism #personally for it's the small things that add the storyline that matter #*me *to

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hi flora! i loveeee your new theme! it's so so pretty and u did so well on the icon ^ anyways i wanted to ask for like, more info of finn in ur actress dr?? im so smitten for finn ajsnsa and i just wanted to know more abt him

- 🏩 nonnie

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑. ✧ ˚ ༘ ゛

hiii there my pretty pretty nonie! tysm i'm so so happy you like it darl <3 and ofc!! i love talking about finn obv i'm smitten for him too [ dreamy sigh ] i think i also received an ask about finn from @timotheesl0ve but accidentally deleted it and forgot about it so :/ this post might be a lil diff from my other ones ^^ includes some text msgs and scenarios from my dr

♡. okay, jesus, where do i even begin?? finn is a tall, lanky, chaotic, super loud, force of nature

when i first met him, he was kinda awkward— like fidgeting and stuff, stuttered out a "hey, i'm finn" "oh i know" "oh.. well then" was not really how i wanted to kick off our friendship

♡. once he warms up enough, he's super goofy and playful. also really sweet!! :c he told me i looked pretty and that he was a huge fan of my show, and i never blushed as hard as i did that afternoon i swear

and the thing about him, he knows damn well what he's doing. the tiny smirk that crept up on his face when he saw my cheeks redden definitely told me so

♡. whatever confidence and charm he has in real life is totally amplified at work! i wouldn't say that finn is a perfectionist, because there are definitely a shit ton of moments where he's lazy and chill, but when he does something, he puts his whole finn - ussy into it yk what i mean?? you can tell that he really enjoys what he does and works hard for it, and it pays off bc the shit he makes turns out so so so good!!

♡. one thing i like about finn is that he's honest, makes it so much easier to communicate tbh ^^ he's straight up about everything, doesn't like to beat around the bush he's super genuine and sincere and i find it so akaioqjdjwfujd he's so perfect :ccc

♡. adding to the last one, he's also sometimes too honest.. like in a spontaneous oversharing kinda way...

bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 25 ] — flor flora florie floorwax

🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 28 ] — what do you wajt its 11pm finn

bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 29 ] — bird outside my window c:

bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 29 ] — also i really need to pee

🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 32 ] — good for oyu wolfhard

🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 32 ] — goodnight.

♡. love love loves!! vintage aesthetics! when discussing movie night in our gc he has to suggest at least one old chick flick. has tons and tons of playlists just filled with 80s music. also loves taking polaroids and low quality videos with like the grain that makes it look super old

^^ which is why finn was super hyped about the take on me cover he did with calpurnia. wouldn't stop talking my ear off about it for weeks and i honestly didn't mind. the dreamy look in his doe eyes when he talks about something he's passionate about is to die for

♡. super touch starved. doesn't initiate anything super touchy - feely at first but trust me, he enjoys it very much. he loves having his hand held. says it makes him feel grounded and safe. also loves when people play with his hair!! isn't afraid to ask for affection but will bite me if i question it

"lili can you play with my hair?" he mumbled once, face smushed into one of my velvet cushions

me being me, i just couldn't pass the opportunity for at least a little bit of teasing over my friend's little request "awww, puppy wants pets? you need me to play with your hair hmmm?"

"..." "..haha, do you still want—" "good fucking bye >:c" i almost died from laughter watching his tall figure retreating to my kitchen to eat all my banana bread as payback

♡. moody moody boy. one moment he's bouncing off the walls and joking around and having the time of his life, then he reads one hate comment or remembers something that he didn't want to remember and his mood goes super duper sour :c

like if he's upset he won't be rude or snappy but he'll definitely be super quiet and really really dry. ( his annoyed voice is kinda h— ) if he's upset by something someone did, he's not one for confrontation at first, but he's gonna make so many jabs and sarcastic remarks

♡. super sentimental lil man. he loves to take pictures and short clips, and basically document everything going on 'just for the sake of it'. i think this mainly comes from the fact that our friend group consists of a lot of vloggers. finn likes keeping memories stored in a safe place where he can edit them and make them look all pretty just for him and his friends to look back on and laugh, and i find it so so endearing

♡. okay but like despite the whole mysterious, almost like untouchable kinda aura he emits because of his thick lashes and half - lidded eyes, he's just a boy. a boy who still makes 'your mom' jokes and finds farting funny. a boy who completely bursts my eardrums with a rickroll everytime he joins discord vc. a boy who went skating with me down the street while yelling "THEY SEE ME ROLLING—" and i love him so much. he's my best friend <3

#⠀💭 ۫⠀love letters.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ 𓈒 #🏩 — nonnie ♡︎#꒰⠀file : actress dr⠀꒱#bambi!#might make a part 2 because i love talking about finn smsm hes so great #( and so handsome )#shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shiftblr #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #storytimes.

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