#they are the reason i forced myself to write when it felt like a chore

[starchaserdreams]

Erm, hello!

I am an aspiring writer. I have these stories in my head that I love and want to write about. But when I try, it's the absolute worst shit I've ever seen in my life.

Sorry, what I'm trying to ask is, any tips for younger writers who have no idea what they're doing...?

Hi! I have no idea what I'm doing ever, but I'll try to answer as best as I can. I'll start with generic advice, then say what works for me specifically. Sorry this got so long.

We're all kind of fumbling through life. The writing habits that I have have come from three sources:

a) hearing what other people do and building from them. I'm always in one writers group or another (currently I'm in a local writers group, and I'm regularly involved with two different NaNoWriMo groups in November, one locally and one virtually) and I've picked up a lot from them

b) a metric fuckton of trial and error. Because while part (a) is great some of the time, most of the things that work for other people don't work for me. I can't set a strict schedule at the same time everyday. I can't edit for a long time after I write.

c) NaNoWriMo (see link) helped me SO MUCH. I don't think everything can be written that way, but in terms of getting a handle on your own voice, preventing yourself from stopping to edit, and letting the story flow on its own, NaNo is amazing. It's a great starting point. Editing can come later, once the words are done on the page.

If you're unfamiliar, it's a (totally free) event that happens in November every year where everyone tries to write 50,000 words of a brand new novel in the span of one month. That's 1,667 words per day, so there isn't much time to stop and edit as you go. You just keep going. It's a competition against yourself rather than anyone else, to see if you can accomplish the task. It's also a community based event, so you can commiserate with other writers about the bad and celebrate with them about the good.

They have smaller events in April and July, but to really get the feel of it, November is when it's a party (or a rollercoaster, either way). I went to write-ins in cafes, bars, grocery stores, on the subway, etc. The event is a whole vibe, and now they have in person events again (they paused for covid). If you want to stay virtual, they have that too!

And as for what works for me:

1.

This most certainly wouldn't work for everyone, but it's my current strategy:

I think best when I'm in motion. By far. So most of my storyboarding I do while walking or driving, and I dictate into the notes app on my phone.

I do most of my dialogue this way too, because speaking it out loud makes it feel more like a conversation and more natural. I won't dictate the narration, but I'll include action tags. So it comes out like "Anthony: *flings door open, eyes wide* what in blazes are you doing??" (I add punctuation later)

Then when I get home, I often have several thousand words of notes to work from. My notes file for my last fic was 30k words, almost all of which had been dictated. It's a lot. It might sound daunting.

But it was done while out for a walk or drive, so it felt easy and effortless. And then when it came time to actually write, I got 48,000 words of a first draft done in 8 days (about 15k of which was just copy pasted from the outline. The whole time it felt like cheating and using guidelines to write the actual story, but it was all my original work, just done at different times.

2.

Keep writing as an exciting treat rather than a chore.

I've started to create little writers retreats for myself. My friends and I rented an AirBnB for two nights this winter, where the entire goal was reading and writing. Sure there was sitting around the fire talking and eating good food, but we built it up so that the writing was the exciting part. It worked SO WELL. We did writing activities together too, not just staring at a word doc. We did character studies and made little AUs to imagine our characters in.

A friend and I took a six hour road trip for another writers retreat too. We spent the 12 hours (RT) in the car talking about our stories and characters. We'd started with dozens of prompts so we'd have enough material, and we never ran out. Then we took rest stops at gas stations and restaurants and did little 15 minute writing sprints. It really got me fired up. I wrote 6,000 words over the two days of that retreat!

Keeping writing fun can be big things (my sister and I did a writers retreat like that in Hawaii) or little things (I always treat myself to a donut and a coffee on Sunday mornings and then have a leisurely morning in the cafe writing).

I can't say if any of this will work for you, because I can't even say whether it'll still work for *me* in a few years. But I hope it's food for thought!

Anyway this is like one million words long so sorry about that, hope it was interesting.

#psa for nanowrimo #thats what this felt like #but i cannot speak highly enough of that organizations work #they are the reason i forced myself to write when it felt like a chore #and the reason i remembered i love it #nanowrimo #writing #habits #i have a lot to say on this subject obviously so sorry i said all of it #fanfiction #creative writing #writing goals #just writer things #also that line from anthony isnt real but i wanna work it into assumptions my regency novel #new writers on tumblr #young writers #millennial writer #creative process #novel #storyboarding #dialogue #thinking beat in motion #i feel like thats an adhd thing but i could be making that up

[taegularities]

i mean this in the nicest way possible because i truly love you, but i wish writers in general wouldnt try to force reader engagement. i often reply with feedback, but at the end of the day, you should be writing because you want to, not because you want validation. i dont know if its just me who feels this way, but when writers constantly mention needing feedback or they wont write/will stop writing a popular series, it feels like a threat. i dont want reading to feel like a chore, where i need to constantly be validating my favorites so they dont get taken away from me. i love you and your writing and i wish my likes were enough. sometimes i, as a reader, dont feel like engaging/leaving notes. sometimes i just want to read and move forward. i feel like many writers have turned appreciative comments from readers into an obligation.

again in no way is this meant to be hateful towards you, i feel like this can apply to many of my favs. i just needed to get it off my chest and hopefully assure you that we like your writing, even if there's less engagement. if you disagree with any of my points, please tell me/ask me to clarify. i dont want to hurt your feelings and i would love to hear from the writer's side!

hiii! no worries, thank you so much for being respectful and wanting to hear my opinion, as well. i know some people let these things out in the rudest manner possible, so i appreciate that <3

so, the reason i haven't been writing atm is because i lack the time and energy to write :') this year has been crazyyyy busy, so i just don't get to it anymore – and since i've been away/less present for a while, i guess i also drifted away from tumblr, too, and then felt like people might've forgotten about taegularities, and then i wasn't sure if the effort would still be worth it (i get insecure at times, but that's a me-problem). now, the reason i (and many other writers) have this worry is bc writing requires an insane amount of energy and brainpower – when i tell you that so many of us actually slave over just a scene or even a paragraph for ages 😭 (example: the last cmi update was far shorter than what i usually drop, but it took me days to just edit one scene). we ache to write all the time, but life also gets in our way – i barely get time to sit down and work on my fics these days… so when i do get time, i want to put it out there into the world and then see the reactions, too… i write for myself, ofc, but for you guys, too, so i can share that joy; or else i'd keep the fics in my docs, right?

and in that sense, when we write something in the rare free time that we get and that we hope others will love just as much as we do, we do seek some sense of validation, even if that sounds odd. it's like – imagine you studied for a test for like 2 weeks, but then don't get the results you hoped for (which might be a weird example, but effort-wise, it's similar, even if fics don't affect writers' lives in that sense). i know there are many who just write and don't care for feedback (even tho i've seen even those who say this be sad about reader engagement which – very valid), but i think that most who expose their soul and heart like this, do want to see people enjoying it/speaking about it/hyping it up. every creator, be it in the movie, music or art industry, loves to see reactions! and think about it – most writers get so genuinely excited when someone sends an ask that doesn't say more than "i loved this so much!! you're such a good writer!!" which is insane?! like, i know that i do – i get so happy and remember these comments 5ever, and it's a 2 sentence review as opposed to thousands of words. the effort here is unbalanced, but we still love it so much. and you don't need to write an essay, you never never do!! i swear, it's always enough to even get a few words or sentences <3 which, in the end, isn't a lot to ask for, you know?

i'm not saying i will stop writing my series. i would stop if it got 0 reactions OR if my life stood in its way too much; i'll keep loving what i write and write out of joy, no doubt. and tbh, i don't care about notes either. like, i remember "ruin you" getting way less notes than cmi but GOSH we had so much fun back then bc of the interaction and the craze made me so happy hahaha and yeah that's what it's essentially about – community. does that make sense? it's tumblr where likes don't make a post circulate – reblogs do, so yeah, unfortunately, likes are not enough :( i wish they were. i totally get what you mean, though. even feedback shouldn't be an obligation, but if you truly like somebody's work, it never hurts to send a tiny message. it really means the world to us when something we adore and are so proud of – creating art, sharing our heart, wanting everybody to see this love – is met with so much joy. and it's fics, you know – we love love love writing, but it's something that can be read. and we want people to read it and we're legit sitting there like "👀 and?? aaaand?" lol it's so nice to know when someone truly appreciates something… ofc you don't have to comment on my stuff, but i promise feedback makes a difference. it's why so many do leave :/ i hope that made sense!! once again, thank you for being respectful!! i love you, too, and am truly grateful that you're here and enjoying my stuff!! <3

#oof that got so lonkgdjkdajg #pls no one hate on this tho it's just my opinion!! i know everyone handles fic-writing differently #notes for rid 🌹 #anon

[theflyingfeeling]

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tl;dr: I want to open fic requests for December but I'm scared 🤧

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ugh I always feel so self-conscious about talking about my fics because I feel like I'm always talking about (my) fics or (my) fic ideas, and the mean part of my brain is constantly trying to convince me that everyone is sick of that already and think I'm an attention seeker (which I swear I'm not 😭 having said that, I want to clarify that I'm not implying I think anyone who talks about their fics is an attention seeker! it's more about me expecting everyone to hate me specifically for constantly talking about mine 🤡)

in addition, I'm scared of everyone getting bored of all the Olli/Allu talk on my blog as well (apart from the lovely people who send me Olli/Allu related asks almost daily, I love you all so much 🥺💕) and that people think I'm incapable of talking about anything else (which is not the case, even if I do spend a worryingly lot of time thinking about these two nerds 😂)

oof, so now that I've gotten all that mandatory self-depracating talk out of the way: I really want to try and create an Olli/Allu prompt fic challenge for myself for December 😭

yes I knooooowwww there are already at least two fandom events for December and I could just participate in those and I'm sorry for being greedy and attention-seeky but...I kinda want to make my own 🥺 because I'd like to make it prompt-based, because I think that would be fun 🥺 a word-prompt maybe, or a situation-prompt, perhaps from a list of prompts I've compiled myself to make sure I can handle it, because I'm still traumatized by how horribly I failed with the super adorable Valentine's Day prompts last winter, because my brain just wasn't braining the way I needed it to brain 😭 for this reason I'm also considering just coming up with my own prompts, because I swear I could come up with 24 different fic ideas in one sitting with little to no problem, but on the other hand, getting requests is also super fun... 😩

also, if I was to open requests, I feel like I'd have to do more than Olli/Allu, because I understand it's not everyone's OTP (actually I don't but you do you lol (jk)), and I do want to write other pairings as well, but some pairings inspire me more than others, and recently I've felt like I've been inspired by Olli/Allu only, and maybe Joel/Joonas occasionally

another two-bladed issue is that while I feel like requests would perhaps make me more motivated to write, there's also a very likely chance they might start to feel like a chore, because when I'm not motivated, I simply can't force myself to write for the sake of fulfilling a request 🥲 that's just not how I work, no matter how much I wish I could. and I absolutely don't want to go through all the guilt and crying buckets for not fulfilling requests like I did earlier this year. I know I'm not quite as miserable now as I was then, so maybe I could bribe my brain to brain the way I need it to brain this time around, but the risk I'd be taking is just too terrifying 😭

so anyone who writes a ton of fics on request: you guys are my fucking heroes and I don't understand how you do it, can you spare a tip or two for a poor brainless fic-writer who's only able to write when the stars are in the exact right position? 🥺 and no, saying stuff like "you don't have to fulfil every request you get, that's completely alright and your readers will understand" will NOT do, because hellooooooooo of course I'll feel unnecessarily guilty about not fulfilling prompts even if there's no good reason for me to do so, don't you know me at all?! 😭😭😭😭😭 of course I know that my sweet, amazing, loving, world-deserving readers will be unreasonably understanding and not hold it against me if I did end up failing to fulfil their requests, but I'd still feel terrible about it, and there's nothing anyone could say or do about it I'm afraid 🤧

(I'd also be more than happy to collaborate with other content-creators for this but 1) there are already two fandom events for December, 2) I'm sort of only interested in writing Olli/Allu myself and making the whole challenge just about them would seem a tad circle-jerky and I'd hate to exclude anyone, and 3) not enough braincells to carry out a whole entire fandom event by myself)

so if anyone has any suggestions or ideas or tips regarding what kind of (perhaps) prompt-based fic challenge I could do without scaring myself shitless, I'd like to hear from you, totally alright if not though < feel free to ignore I promise I understand 🥺

#trigger warning: an unnecessary amount of self-deprecating talk lol ✌️ #i know i'm overdoing it i know i know i knooowwww but look. it's a form of self-defence okay :-: #if i hurt myself first no one else has to okay? and that way i have control over it #even though literally everyone i interact with on here has been nothing but sweet to me? 😭 #but sadly you never know who might be lurking and just waiting to break you to pieces #so self-deprecating talk is a way for me to show y'all that there's no need for you to do that #because none of you will ever think of me as lowly as i think of myself 💅 #this is unrelated to what's behind the cut btw lol #this is just something i wanted to say in case someone wonders why i keep constantly talking myself down 😂 #there's a reason why i'm like this and i'm working on it 🤧 #but yeah. i'd love to hear from literally anyone 😭 #fellow fic-writers and olli/allu enthusiast do interact 🥺👉👈

[cacodemonmania]

Review - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Big spoilers ahead!

Unlike my Normal People review, which I wrote a few weeks after I'd actually finished reading it, this review is nice and fresh as I finished the book about four minutes ago. I'm choosing to do my review by book, rather than the whole series, for four reasons.

I like doing reviews fresh. It helps to convey the actual thoughts I had when finishing/reading the book. Also, I have a lot to say (whoops!).

Unfortunately, I watched the movies before I read the book(s) and I have a sneaking feeling that I will not like the later books as much.

I have a hard time distinguishing between books in a series after I've read them. All the events kind of blur together. Not super helpful as reviews go.

I'm trying to keep my activity streak going. Consistency is my weakness and I have a tendency to disappear from Tumblr for months at a time. Here's to holding ourselves to stuff! (Hopefully) This is also a good way to force myself to read more.

My first concrete thought is that my heart is breaking at the end scene. The way that Peeta was so oblivious to Katniss playing it up for camera and all. Poor guy had no idea. Also, how can anyone ship Katniss and Gale? I don't mean that in a rude way, it's just kind of baffling after the amount of times Katniss said her feelings for him weren't romantic.

I thought the movies were relatively loyal to the books. Several scenes and plot lines were near exact and that's hard to do! I appreciate it, especially the details (i.e. Katniss holding the red rose as they ride in on the chariots). I do feel like they took a lot of emotion out of it, particularly Katniss. She seems a little lifeless and numb to everything in the movies, which I'd assumed was kind of just her default for going through a traumatic event like that, but after reading the books she is much livelier. Her narration, emotions, and feelings as everything is going on really sold me for how much I enjoyed the book. However, I respect the choices of the people involved in the filmmaking (because they are, in fact, good films) and perhaps that is a stylistic choice.

Katniss' narration, emotions, and reactions were all (for me) spot on. I felt like she was a real person who was aware of herself and developed over the course of the book due to the things that she was going through. Her narration was personal without sounding monologue-y, and I really enjoyed reading it. I always feel the need to acknowledge when the general feel of the writing or narration is well done because that can kill a book and make it unbearable or a chore to read.

I love the characters. They're well thought out, three dimensional, and the way that Katniss views and interacts with them is very realistic. In my mind this particularly applies to the stylist assistants, Haymitch, and Peeta. Katniss tries so hard not to judge the stylists, even though they are the very embodiment of what she dislikes about the games (i.e. their frilliness and comments, especially right after she's won). Because it's not really their fault, and she knows that they're people. She is very humane and empathetic which I think I see in myself. It's nice to see it reflected, especially in a main character. Especially in a main character who is seen as ruthless or lethal or dangerous. Her violence has motivation and she does all of the things, including killings, for real reasons. That's such an important, unique, significant thing about this book for me. Fantasy and dystopia often try to make strong (cough female cough) main characters who are badass and assassins and whatever (which is cool!! I love badass women!! I'm making a different point here), but their motivations are often lacking or cold or vague. They kill a hundred men for revenge over their slain little sister, but there is no connection to their little sister. They don't think about their little sister apart from "REVENGE!". We don't see a bond between them. I don't know, Katniss is just real and how she experiences and feels things is too. Woah! Bit of a detour we took there. Let's get back on track. Haymitch is probably someone who has been discussed a thousand times (pure vibe speculation). It's interesting to see him go from a drunk, no care, jerk to someone Katniss relies on and cares for. (cough three dimensional cough) It's also cool to see Katniss realize that and realize that the reason he's an alcoholic is due to what the Capital has put him through. Peeta. Oh, Peeta. The way Katniss views Peeta is kind of funny. She talks about how hard he is to predict, how mysterious, how strategic, when he's just a teenage boy in love. She's always trying to figure out his secret, ulterior motives and it's just that he likes her.

I have a lot of thoughts but I think many of them are ranging into hard to put into words and mostly just general feelings territory which is never nice to try and explain. Plus, I've talked a lot already. I realize, editing this, that these aren't really "reviews" so much as a dumping of my major thoughts and feelings. Maybe I should rename the series. Thoughts?

I would recommend reading this book! (You probably have already)

See you for Catching Fire :,)

#the hunger games #hunger games #suzanne collins #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #booklr #book review #I gave this book five stars because I couldn't really think of anything I'd change honestly #Also as I'm tagging this some tags are popping up that are concerning #I realize I should expect that in large fandoms but it still managed to surprise me

[vacantgodling]

I have a burning question for you. One we all need answers to (only if you want to feel free to let this ask rot in your askbox for eternity you have my permission.)

is donut wip alive

KAT!!! i’m happy to see ya :’)

technically speaking donut wip & the entirety of the liminal space series as a whole are still alive! (i’m not a huge fan of killing off my wips i usually just shelve them indefinitely until i circle back to the idea) — couple of reasons it’s shelved rn tho

1. paramour brainrot >>>>>>>> like seriously this wip has made me insane idk what magical combination of tropes and ideas i managed to spark like 2 years ago but i have never been this abnormal about a wip ever i think lol. so a lot of my wips have been sidelined in favor of my Child.

2. i got Super Stuck. not just regular stuck where you get writers block for a bit then move on no, i mean Super Stuck as in i was stuck on donut wip chapter 15 i think for like a year and a half before i finally said “i cannot force myself to write more in this draft i have to take a break” so i stepped back from it and the series in general to figure out what was going on with me and my brain. and i think really what it came down to is at that time it wasn’t fun for me to write? it felt very much like a chore—despite all of its horror it seemed “safer” to write. it was the thing people were expecting out of me and i felt like i was writing more to fulfill expectations than to actually write this story because i enjoy it. AND I DO ENJOY IT!! that’s the crazy thing. i really like this story and the nuance i allowed to grow into it when it literally started as me being “fuck it write a horror novel just to finish something and don’t care about the characters” but i care about them so much now etc etc.

but because i don’t do well when i feel forced it just sucked the joy out of it for me. paramour in comparison, has never felt forced. it’s always exciting and stimulating to my brain because it is a wip that is so very Me all over it. and i wanted donut wip to have that same feel but i gotta give it more time. maybe i’ll try doing the outline to writing method that i’ve been doing and working for paramour so i can avoid getting stuck again.

however, i did actually rewrite donut wip’s chapter 1 proper back in may of this year—i wanted to see if i could come back to it and make myself write it Forreal and i could! i did! and i’m really happy with it! which is exciting! and as a treat you (and anyone else who reads this full nonsense ramble or remembers donut wip from eons ago) can read that revamped first chapter—first official piece of donut wip writing i’ve ever really posted. just cuz like tbh it means a lot to me that you care about that story weh ;3; and remember—

so without any more waffling: here is chapter one, uncensored from spoilers so u get drawn into the mystery 👀

Chapter One

I groaned when my guitar string snapped again for the third time today, the discordant twang echoing in my large dorm, up to the rafters. I heard Andres laugh from Tiffany’s bed.

“Oh yeah, making faces at it will help.”

“Fuck off.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Toss me…” I waggled my pointer finger towards a stack of boxes between Tiffany’s bed and my desk. Opened and dangerously leaning was a box of replacement guitar strings, near empty and I’d only bought them a few months ago. “… Those.” Andres didn’t move though. I groaned again.

“Andre!” I snapped my finger and my voice at him. “Strings!”

“I’m not a dog. Besides, you’ve been at this for three hours. When are you finally gonna give up for the day and spend some time with your bestie?” He put emphasis on the word, but the trill of his voice was playful. “Hmm. I have been buggin‘ on this part a bit.” I pretended to think, tapping my thumb against my cheek. He seemed hopeful. I caved and laughed aloud. “Later!” I giggled at his groan. “I wanna make sure this melody’s flowin’ right before I break. Then we can play Spyro or whatever else ya wanna do.” Seeing as he couldn’t be bothered to give me my strings, I got up myself and toed my way through the mess that was steadily building up on the floor between the beds. I snatched up the box before Andres could knock it over with his outstretched foot.

“Oh, you watch it mister.”

“Sooooory.” He dragged out, but his grin told me he wasn’t sorry. I flipped him off, then flopped back down on my bed, quickly setting to work on restringing. More of them had begun snapping lately as I composed, but I chalked it up to stress. Finals wore me down this semester, more than they had in our first year, but it was bittersweet that they were over now. This year went by so fast, it’s like I blinked and it was December again. Beside me on the bed my bright yellow phone buzzed.

“Who’s that?” Andres asked. I flipped it open to look at the message.

from: vivi

Are you sure you want to stay for winter break?

from: vivi

Dad wanted me to ask again.

I tossed my phone back on the bed.

“Just my sister!” I said cheerfully. “Doing dad’s errands again. I told him I didn’t want to deal with him and Miss Borsche.” I wrinkled my nose. “He’s been buggin’ her to get me to come with them since I told him no.”

“Come with them… where?”

“Oh usually dad goes on some sorta cruise or vacation for the holidays. But, he never invites Vi. So I never go.”

“Why doesn’t he invite her?” The question was posed nonchalantly, and I looked over at Andres, who was looking down at his smartphone.

I’d venture to say that we’d become near best friends now after the past year and a half of knowing each other, yet there was still a lot we didn’t know about each other. I knew he had siblings, but not their names, and he knew about Juvia, but not anything more than that. I knew his family wasn’t rich but they worked extra to push him through school. He knew that mine was, but I had loans out the ass. We played guessing games every now and again—to get to know each other. But whenever there was some real-life line we went to cross in our blossoming friendship, he was always open and I always hesitated. It’s just how it were.

“She…” I tilted my head back and forth a bit. “It’s a bit complicated, I reckon.”

“Then take your time telling me. I’m not rushing you.” Our eyes caught, and he gave me a tiny smile that I couldn’t not return back. But things fell quiet after that, and I turned back to my strings.

Winter break was here, and the freedom that came with it curled around our slowly emptying building like the fresh blanket of snow that dusted our sleepy little college town. On the telly earlier, there were talks about a blizzard rolling in sometime between today and tomorrow. The snow for now was peaceful, and inviting. It crowned even my windowsill when I woke up this morning, and even if I wasn’t with Juvia in person, the holiday buzz still felt strong in the air.

A rap on the door drew me out of my thoughts.

”It’s open!” I called. The handle clicked then pushed open a crack, just enough for someone to poke their head in.

“Kelley.” Andres acknowledged the second I breathed out “Joaquin!” Our R.A regarded us with a lazy smile, and my eyes traced the curve of his handsome mouth. A flush of heat shivered through my body, and I darted my eyes away when they met mine.

“How are you two holding up here? Your folks coming soon?”

“Negativo.” Andres leaned back on Tiffany’s pillow, stretching one leg out into the air. I heard something pop and I made a face. “They’re back home and I don’t have enough money for a plane ticket there. So I’m staying.” Joaquin nodded easily, then he turned to me again. “Julissa?”

“Just Juls is okay!” I said quickly. I coughed. “Um, no, I’m also staying. If that’s alright?”

“No rules against it.” Joaquin flashed me a smile. “I was checking to see who’s still going to be here so I can send a final count to the director.”

“Is it just gonna be us?” Andres asked.

“No, there’s,” Joaquin paused to pop open the door a little further, and leaned against the wall. He counted on his fingers. “The three of us. Then, Daisy Kennedy, on the third floor. René Edwards, down the hall and….” He looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember. “Ah, Saul…Carson, I believe. Top floor.”

“Didn’t know you had someone named Saul on your floor.” I said, looking over to Andres. He snorted. “Me either. Aside from my roommates, I only really talk to you Juls.”

“You’re such a loner.” I teased, as though I was any better. Andres chucked Tiffany’s pillow at me.

“Hey!”

“Actually Kelley?” Andres started. I threw the pillow back and nailed him in the torso, making him choke on his next words. Joaquin’s quiet huff of a laugh distracted me for two seconds—enough for me to let my guard down. Andres jumped from Tiffany’s bed to mine and grabbed me in a headlock.

“Andre!” I shrieked, but he was merciless. His freehand dug into my side and began to tickle at my sides. It wasn’t long before I was howling with laughter, trying to desperately shove him off me. Amused, Joaquin waited patiently with his arms folded loosely over his chest.

Andres finally relented and let me go and I kicked his shin for good measure. “God, I can’t breathe.” I wheezed. Andres laughed jovially, then turned back to Joaquin. “I was going to ask if we had to stay in our dorms while we were here?”

“Well,” He looked between Andres and I, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think you need my permission, you’re both adults.” I felt heat swarm my dark cheeks and next to me Andres sputtered. “It’s nothing like that!” He snapped. “I just mean, I got a leak in my room and Juls offered to let me crash here. I just don’t know if the break protocol is different than during the school year.”

“A leak?” Joaquin frowned, reaching for his phone. It was similar to Andres’s, clear and sleek. He tapped a few buttons. “From the roof?”

“Yeah. I woke up this morning to snow dripping down my face.” Andres shrugged. “I don’t know how long the leak has been there, it’s been pretty dry this year. But I don’t want to deal with it, it’s literally right above my bed.”

“Like I said, you don’t really need my permission to stay wherever you’d like. But thanks for telling me, I just scheduled a maintenance request.” Joaquin tucked his phone back into his tight jeans. “Should be a few days but it should be fixed.”

“If it wasn’t snowing, I’d get up there and do it myself.” I hit Andres with my hand lightly. “That’s dangerous.”

“Wouldn’t want you falling off.” Joaquin hummed. “Now that I would be held responsible for.”

“Are you staying too, Joaquin?” I asked. Andres elbowed me. “He just said that. Earth to Juls, get your mind out of the gutter.”

“It wasn’t there in the— Oh, I hate you!” Andres and I began squabbling again and from the door Joaquin laughed. “I’ll leave you all to it!”

“Thanks for coming by!” I called after him as he moved from the doorway. Before I turned fully back to Andres, from the corner of my eye, I saw… something follow after Joaquin. I couldn’t get a good enough look at it, but what I did see looked like a cream colored tail.

#s: donut wip #ren writing #spoilers ig #thank u for asking again sorry this is a RAMBLE but i hope if u read the chapter it’s worth it

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Hi again. I asked Tabby something similar but I wanted to get your advice too. I started my own blog and I feel like my master list is not nearly full enough and it’s something I worry about. However, I know if I force it, it will be trash, since part of the reason I started it was to work on my writing skills. So I guess my question is, what gets your creativity flowing? Also do you ever make yourself write, or do you just let it come to you?

-🌗

Hi, sweet 🌗honestly the best advice I can give you is to not force anything — doing so tends to have the opposite effect and put you in a rut that’s harder to get out of. Your masterlist will build up over time and it doesn’t matter how long that takes — the main thing is that you’re enjoying what you’re writing and you find it fulfilling. As for what gets my creativity flowing, personally my biggest is mantra is that I have to consume to create. Books, tv, films, music, art — all of it evokes feelings in me that inspire me create. Don’t be scared to borrow ideas from other things — everyone does it!

I’ve been trying really hard not to force myself to write, because I don’t want writing to start to feel like a chore. What I will do, however, is try to get myself into creative zones that may push me to write. However, if I’m not feeling it, I won’t do it. Waiting for it to come to you is totally fine — it’s better to write a quality piece when you’re inspired than to produce a not so good piece because you felt pressured to 💕

Hope this helps, love! ♥️

#ask #about writing

[hanjisick]

Hello!!💗 How are you? Hope you are doing just fine. Sooo i don't really know how your ships work so i am sorry if i made you uncomfortable and if the request's are closed then you can always just delete it i wouldn't mind. Also i apologize if this is too long and for any spelling mistakes english is not my first langauge.

• I am a russian female, my height is about 1.61 cm, weight about 51 kg, brown curly/wavy medium kinda hair, big brown eyes with long and thick lashes (people say that they can see planets in them which is very weird because idk), i have a griffin tattoo on the botton side of my left leg and as much as my figure is very feminine i work out so i pack some mucles and a six pack. Usually my skin is very pale and snowy but in the summer it turns into a honey like toned skin and i have a few beauty marks.

• I am an istp, usually people don't come and talk to me because i always look like i would kill someone (and i would) but in the end i just really care about the people i love. Very very shy and polite around people and strangers but i get very extravorted around people that i am comfotable with. I have a very hard time judging people and i am always able to understed their side of the story and how they feel even if i didn't went through the same thing they did. I can read people's mood just by looking into their eyes most of the time. Very very dark sense of humor for no reason (and a very broken one too). I perefer to listen then talk because it makes me happy that people trust me enough to tell me random/deep stuff about themselves.

• I really love video games and P.S (mostly fighting games like tekken or god of war), used to play a piano, i draw quit a lot (mostly people and it's just sketching), sing, very good at sports, used to pole dance, and i have some experiense with judo and thai boxing (fights and breaking people's bones but we don't talk about that), if i watch tv it's just national geografic wild/HD, i absolutely love reading books and watching movies (mostly action and comedy sometimes horror too).

• I don't like being controlled and forced to either do something or choose between something. I would rather stay at home but if the person i care about would want to go outside i can't say no because as long as i am with them i am happy. I have like only two friends other then my cat and barley talk to one of them though my social battery is very low and i like to be alone when theres an opportunity most of the time.

• I speak 8 langauges, absolutely love animals but cats are my favorite, i have never being babied before and prefer to take care of others, theres like 5% chance i will find someone unattractive, another reason why i don't talk to people anymore is because i am afraid they will use me because i was being nice to them. I had horrible depression for almost 4 years when i was 11/10 and no one catched up on that until a phone call with a teacher that i had, alot of nightmeres and illusions, i harmed myself too (still have scars) everyday and had to take a pill and go to a therapist but now i am okay and happy (but still never felt genuine happines). I have a habbit of playing with a ring on my finger that i always wear, already at a young age i was very independet (5 or 6 years old maybe) already knew how to cook and do house chores and i didn't grow up with the most normal family i was mostly a daddies girl never had a mother figure (we were strangers living under the same roof) and an 8 years older sister who always pushed me away until she begin dating her now husbend and i have a baby nephew.

• I have all the love langauges but the biggest two are quality time and physical touch.

Again i apologize if it's too long, made you uncomfortable and for spelling mistakes.

I really love your writing's but don't forget to take care of yourself and i hope you will have a good day/night!!~💕💗💞

i ship you with…

jisung!

your intimidating aura shook something inside of him. he would immediately need to know more about you and would be willing to do anything to get your attention.

he found it adorable how similar you actually were to him. both of you would be shy around eachother, only to gradually become louder until the two of you were always a giggling, fun mess together.

jisung would love nothing more than to spend his days by your side, tracing your tattoo in awe as he talked about absolutely anything that came to his mind.

but nothing sold him more than the fact that you both loved to watch national geographic, always down to binge episodes over a bowl of popcorn and cuddles.

he would love to help you relive the inner child experiences that you never had. if jisung is good at anything, it’s making others feel safe and loved.

yandere jisung

you enjoy being alone most of the time? say goodbye to that. you wouldn’t be able to pry the boy off of you, no matter how strong you are.

the only person you would have to deal with is jisung however, since he would be happy to do anything in order to stay home with you all day and all night with you and your cats.

he is absolutely enthralled with all of your hobbies and talents. video games? he would love to play with you, but he was also content with simply laying on your lap and watching the game. your sketches? they’re all hidden in a drawer for him to look through. singing? he would beg to hear you, to sing along with you, anything— but only he was allowed to hear your angelic voice.

but be careful talking about your experiences and family— all it takes is a mention that you dislike someone and jisung will immediately have them taken care of. learning about your past has only made him more possessive and protective over you, and he’s willing to do absolutely anything to make sure that nobody hurts you ever again.

#please don’t ever apologize for making your request long #all it does is make your response longer because you give me more to work with #skz #stray kids #ship requests #stray kids ships #skz ships

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi again! Last time I asked smth (pretty recently), you typed me as ISTP 9w8. But I wcrually wanted to give you more info, and maybe get you insight on a possible type? When I was younger - ages 13-15 - I was typed as ENFP 2w3 (tritype 269/279). However, since it's been a few years and I've matured a bit (plus I, admittedly, struggle to trust my own judgement and I've drifted away from the group that typed me) I was hoping for some insight? <- this would suggest a strong 6w7 influence more than 2

[...] -This wasn't actually the first point that came to mind, but it feels the most important because it feels like it might be Fi-leaning? That would be that when it comes to self-representation in any form (writing, art), I don't like half-assing it. I mean, occasionally I'll add little flares to characters that are meant to represent "me", but even then, they're frequently just "exaggerations" of traits I gave. (i.e., a character I made who is a performer for her community - I'm nowhere near that, I've never performed on a stage. [...] <- do you self-insert into all your stories? Sometimes that is Fi, but I also know an ISTP who has to identify with all her characters.

I also often put said characters in life circumstances similar to my own, giving them similar backstories, etc <- this could indicate some Si (drawing upon my own life for storytelling)

-I struggle a lot with "organization" and "cleanliness" in general, mostly because as long as my environment is littered with actual dirt or trash I don't see much of point to intense organization. If I can find what I need at some point (even if I find a bit later than expected), it's fine. However, in those rare moments I work up the sudden motivation to rework things (usually when I'm putting something off or can't find smth better to do), I take great pride in it. But it's small things, like my room, doing menial chores on time, or just other small things other people (esp. my mom) seem really good with naturally. <- this could indicate low/or inferior Te (I neglect this and don't care, but it makes me feel proud to do it sometimes)

I also, to be blunt, don't see many of the Te leadership qualities in myself, as I don't enjoy bossing people around without reason. <- bluntness can be either high T or low T. This also rules out core 2 for you, since 2s know how other people "should" be doing things and are quite forceful in inserting themselves into their lives.

Maybe also low sp? <- maybe, yes

-Said reasons usually pertain to feeling attacked or overwhelmed. I consider myself rejection-sensitive, so sometimes it's from feeling unwanted or uneasy about "being liked" (despite believing a very "f-ck you haters" attitude, and also believing if what someone does/believes doesn't hurt people, we shouldn't judge them for those things). <- this sounds like attachment, so it may be more evidence for 6. (caring a ton about whether people like you, and adopting a f-ck off attitude as compensation for insecurities). But yes, "if what they are doing doesn't hurt people, it's none of my business" indicates high Fi.

-I have, what I've come to realize, is a notable dislike towards pessimistic attitudes towards humanity and the future (whilst also having strange feelings about individuals). Like, as a collective, I crave for progress, the betterment, and overall happiness of humanity - and I find it extremely annoying when people say things like "people can't/don't change". We can change, everyone can! And we'll some people won't, that doesn't mean you should discard the collective. <- this is honestly your best argument for NFP. Idealism, anger at "reality," annoyance at negativity, others' refusal to believe others can grow and change and improve themselves.

However, in the same vein, I...struggle to really connect with individuals, at least when emotions aren't involved. And don't misunderstand - I've realized that I felt so conflicted because despite feeling a disconnect, I still found myself enjoying talking to and discussing things with people I barely know - I can be friendly. But where a lot of people would consider that friendship, I don't - at least, not fully. I feel like to truly be friends with someone, you need an emotional bond. Or at least, that's what I find most comfortable. <- a strong social instinct within the Enneagram type / feeler stuff.

-A lot of my general interests are more abstract/spiritual in nature. Spiritual topics (astrology, numerology, tarot), typology, psychology - however, obviously sensing people can have these interests. So I wanted more perspective - I enjoy these things because they not only help give me a sense of identity (selfish, I know, but I like labeling myself - it helps me feel like I "know" myself), but also make it easier for me to "get" people. I feel like it's easiest for me to connect with people when I'm talking about these topics (once I work up the courage too, anyway >//>). I also just enjoy knowing how these things affect people's worldview and reality, as I want to understand as many people as I can as I want to be respectful. <- general N interests, yeah.

-I have mixed feelings towards change and the future in general. On one hand, I crave positive change, like seeing others and myself improve, and eagerly await a good future. <- strong N

However (due to a LOT of external factors), I also have great anxiety - worrying I won't make it. Generally, I avoid thinking about the future for this reason - this especially applies to things like higher education. I hate the question "so what about college?" because I don't wanna say "I don't wanna go". I'd love to go! But that's so much money and so much time paying it off, that it doesn't seem worth it, because then I'll be stuck in debt. Things like that give me anxiety, yknow? Practical matters is where I've felt insecure for a while. <- this isn't sp-blindness, but it could prove low/inferior Si, yes.

-I feel like I'm very odd socially. Like, I know I said I'm an introvert, but I really, really enjoy socializing. At least, in the goofy, fun way. When I can just hyperactive, over-the-top, and generally just go "off the rails" is when I'm happiest socially. I love saying off-the-walls stuff, making silly noises and confusing people (all in good fun!) Teasing and being mean is practically a love language. Of course, this demeanor is also a part of a big insecurity too, though - that I'm too much to handle. I seem to flip between trying to make myself trying to be nice, palatable, and polite and then back to over-the-top, excitable, and quirky/intense. At times, the former will end up turning into intense hurt when I feel ignored/like people don't care (rejection sensitivity).

This sounds like ENFP 6w7 with a strong 7 wing (fun, loud, humor, draw attention > insecurity, am I too loud?, I need to be nice!).

-I feel in general I might be SP-blind? The most recent example is when I waited a week to go to the doctor's for a pain I kept having because I was nervous about going in and just wanted it to "go away on it's own", but I'm also just not the best with daily tasks and "self-care". I don't really keep track of important things - like my monthly cycle, last time I showered, what I eat in a day - but moreover, I just have a poor relationship with my boundaries. I only recently (upon request of my partner, past few months) have been trying to get more in-touch with my boundaries. Part of it for me is that I don't know where a lot of my boundaries are, and that in general I only know something makes me uncomfortable once it happens a lot of the time. <- I would say so/sp and inferior Si. The latter stuff is very common in ENPs (neglect of their physical body, of remembering stuff, etc) with or without strong sp. Only knowing if something makes you uncomfortable once it happens is Ne over Fi.

ENFP 6w7 / 692 so/sp, IMO.

#question #mbti #enneagram

[kairinds]

alright since it’s almost been a year since i last posted, i thought i’d explain some things.

first, i’m just on hiatus. i eventually do want to write here again soon, i just don’t know when and i think the reason for that is because writing on this blog started to feel like a chore and i hated that so i just stopped trying to force myself to post stuff. i think this all kinda stemmed from people wanting a part 2 for simplify but whenever i asked if there’s anything anyone would like to see, i got nothing. and i mean that’s okay but i just hoped that if people wanted that so badly they’d at least tell me why etc. and then i realized that i didn’t want a part 2 and there’s that so no more pressure which is great. idk things just felt off to me and i avoided checking this blog for a while

second, i was just way too busy at the time. my 12-hour hospital shifts were kicking my ass and i was exhausted and stressed all the time which affected my creativity. luckily, i have a way better work schedule now and i’ve been catching up on sleep and my health lol

third, i think i kind of moved on from the vampire diaries and the originals for a while which is understandable since i barely had time for a lot of things.

so yeah, there’s an explanation that i wanted to share with y’all. there was just too much pressure on me last year (and a good bit of this year) and i just had to take a step back and focus on other things but i do want to start writing here again. whenever i feel like i’m ready. thank y’all for the support and everything!

[tridentqueen]

I don’t want to give rise to anything now but have you ever felt completely burnt out? (Asking for aadd specifically but also in general). Like, I will have everything about a story planned out but I just can’t finish anything. Either I loose the motivation to write for that story or I just don’t know how to continue writing/ don’t have it in me to do so. And that happens when I'm around maybe 20k max. Embarrassing. You are nearing 300k (!!) and still going strong, I admire that hahah. Do you think you'll be able to continue giving us chapters till you finish this beast or do you feel like you need a break soon?

Pls if you have tips on how to avoid feeling burnt out or lose motivation and how to not take forever to continue a stroy, tell me 😩.

I normaly don’t read wips that may be left unfinished, I mostly read complete storys so I can be sure it does not include things I may not like (like a sad ending or sth) and I also just enjoy reading something with an actual ending. So I do get why people may get frustrated when I just abandon a fic, especially because its not 'life getting in the way' but just my lack of motivation. But I am sad too (very sad!!) when I notice writing a certain fic is not as fun anymore and feels more like a chore. I haven’t posted anything since almost a year because I have not managed to finish one single work, and I wanted to start posting my fics only if they are complete.

Very sorry for my rambling, I really really hope that you are gonna have fun writing aadd until the end! Love you 😗

Hi! First, nothing to apologize for! ♥️

I have absolutely felt burnt out both in general and writing aatdd, so you are not alone! And it’s not embarrassing at all to get to 20k and not be feeling it anymore. It happens!

One thing I remind myself when I get tired of working on the fic is “I’m not bored of the idea, I’m bored of this chapter.” And I’m sure you and any other writer can relate - some scenes/parts are just more fun to work on than others. When I do feel like I need a break, I take one! I either work on another idea or spend the evening doing something else. Sometimes you just need to not think about it.

Another thing that keeps me motivated is interaction from readers. It feels good to know people are enjoying my work, that people are waiting for me to update, and they’re excited to read a new chapter. I totally get that you don’t want to post until you’re finished, but getting nice comments really does provide motivation! I have a backlog of chapters (which is how I’m able to update so consistently), and I would recommend that for a lot of different reasons.

A good piece of writing advice I once received was “put it on the back burner, but don’t let it get cold.” Have you recently revisited a few of your fics? Sometimes time away can work wonders and you find that the idea excites you all over again.

For feeling like you don’t know how to continue, whenever that happens I skip the scene that’s giving me trouble rather than force myself to write something. That can help a lot, as well!

All that being said, you are never obligated to finish a work if you just fall out of love with the idea or have a lack motivation.

Did this help at all? I feel like my answer is a bit rambling.

#asks

[aggold15hi01]

Life update-24th February 2023 (Updated and edited on 27th February 2023) [Part 1]

Author's note: This life update is entirely based on the writer's own personal point of views in life plus the views in this post here are entirely reflected based on the writer's own personal experience in real life.

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse and depression

My personal blog: https://realpaulaleah4everwrites05.blogspot.com/

My Twitter: https://twitter.com/Goallisha

Hello again,

I am so sorry for the long overdue wait as you can tell/ know that I hadn't gotten the proper time to truly do this life update as you know/ can tell I have been feeling very exhausted and yet I hadn't been feeling very productive nor I have been feeling motivated to do something ever since the move to the new house at the Cyber Success back in late November 2022 and already; I am not feeling way too good ever since the move unfortunately.

Plus I am so sorry that if I am currently unable to presently do any new writing projects at this time of the moment as you know the level of my creativity has been feeling at an all time low and honestly: I am still feeling very unhappy with my very own life to be honest.

Also; I never thought I truthfully say this but . . . to me; this year alone is going to very deep and depressive year for me ever since I hadn't been feeling way too good lately as I am struggling with the lack of motivation which I only notice it now followed by how am I feeling intensely burned out from life in general especially nowadays it does feels like a chore you are having the urge of obligation to simply just do it and less of an every day task you would do it and I am not feeling truthfully happy about it to be honest.

For those of you who had been checking my Tumblr blog; I had made a post that I promise to made a life update post however ever since I hadn't been feeling like mentally well  in my own life lately additionally I hadn't been feeling very productive lately nor I am feeling the motivation to do something ever since I have been feeling mentally fatigued (I would like an intense level I am now experiencing it mentally.) from the move yet having the lack of motivation plus the homesickness feeling has been making me feeling much more worse than how I usually am additionally I am not feeling very good lately as you may  acknowledge the fact on how I hadn't been feeling very productive nor I did had the motivation to do something despite how both of my parents in real life does very much love the brand new; spacious and an expensive house except dejectedly I did felt as if I am feeling as if I am living in a hotel without the services of what usually hotels does (Talking here about the usual services which you can normally find it in many different hotels obviously--room services; house keeping: the reception check-in; check out: etc.) plus you know; I am not truthfully feeling very happy about how do I have to move out very quickly to the brand new house plus having to force myself to live in a bedroom where does feels more like an actual hotel room than an actual place where you can call it “home” especially when you are forced to truly adapt to a brand new environment where you are not familiar with at all yet having to get used to a brand new schedule by forcing yourself to relive the trauma by having to go through the part by having to wake up so early in the early hours of the morning as this is one of the reason why I had decided not to truthfully make a proper decision to go to either a college or a university to truly re-live the traumatic part where I did had gone through before back when I used to go to a private school back in Kuala Lumpur.

#My writing #my own writing #my own words #my own creation #my own thoughts #personal #personal life update #life update #real life stuff #my own post

[blueroan-equestrian]

Little Lamb

Requested. You can make a drug with a reader who lives in his village. Perhaps he realizes he needs a wife and then finds the reader. If you could do this with a housewife and innocence kink, that would be great.

Just wanted to say you have completely made my day. Absolutely tickled pink I got a request. Absolutely bubbly.

Warning various type of sex loss of virginity on wedding night

Hopefully you like it my phone glitched and I lost some of it but I tried to write it back

Druigs POV

I could feel the stares of my people as I have loosened my reigns on their minds. Of course this was something I was expecting as I loosened up and allowed a little free will within reason. But what I didn’t anticipate was the loud thoughts of where my wife was or why I didn’t have one. The older ladies wondered this the loudest, followed up with thoughts of pairing me up with their granddaughters. But I was their leader, their peace keeper, that was my sole purpose, I didn’t think I could have a relationship without violating the bonds I had for my people. And if I married I would have to let her free… in a sense. Couldn’t force someone to marry me and couldn’t have them under any other mind control as it would have to be completely under their free will. Could I even risk that? What if they turned out like the other violent people from which they came?

Your pov

I was tasked with harvesting the shampoo from the shampoo ginger. I pulled each bulb down so that I could squeeze the awapuhi ginger’s liquid into my large vase. I fill up my vase and I unfortunately over filled it as I was barely able to get it back to the village let alone take it around to distribute. But as luck would have it, Druig, our villages head, walked over and picked it up like it weighed nothing. “Here let me get that”. I blushed furiously and felt like a school girl as his deep voice did something to me. He smirks as if he can hear my innermost thoughts, “Where to? Lead the way.”

He followed me to each cabin and helped me fill the empty jars that were left out. He patiently waited for me to find and unwind each top and helped me carefully fill each jar. Once done he hands me the vase and I can’t stop the blush that rises to my cheeks. “Thank you for helping me, I didn’t realize how heavy it was going to be.”

He smirks with his hands now shoved into his pockets, “Not a problem, pretty lady.”

I let out an embarrassingly girlish giggle. My face had to be red so I did the only thing I could think of which was to scurry off to my cabin and hide.

Druig’s pov

I walked about, observing the work being done. When I see a young woman struggling to carry a vase I make my way on over. “Here let me get that.” I say as I easily lift the vase from her hands. She blushed and I can hear her conflicting thoughts which was cute. She was turned on by my voice but scolded herself for having such a thought. I smirked, “Where to? Lead the way.”

She led me around avoiding my gaze, while I shamelessly drinking in her beauty. When the vase was empty I handed it back and she smiled, “Thank you for helping me, I didn’t realize how heavy it was going to be.”

I hold back a chuckle and say “Not a problem, pretty lady.” She giggled girlishly and scurried quickly away in embarrassment. But it did something to me and I knew I was going to need more but first I was going to cut any control I had over her. I wanted to make sure it was really her. I closed my eyes and cut off my thread to her. Deciding to “accidentally” bump into her during her daily chores on a more regular basis.

At night I dreamed of her on the floor scrubbing when I come home from supervising the work around the compound. She would see me and chuckle “take off your shoes, I don’t want you tracking mud all over my clean floor!” I would apologize and go to clean myself up but she would follow me, joining me in the shower helping me get clean till she would down on her knees. She would look up at me through her long, thick lashes, before she would lick my cock from the tip to the base before kissing her way back to my tip, licking it before taking it into her mouth allowing me to fuck myself into her mouth until I cum.

Your pov

I work around the village doing my normal chores but lately I’ve developed a bit of a shadow. Druig, slowly became more and more present in my life always making me blush. He seemed to enjoy pushing boundaries.

One night he just got down on one and asked me to marry him. “But you don’t even know me, not really.”

He smirks, “Yes I do, little lamb.” He stands a breath away. “If I even touch you in the slightest of ways you blush. You like to cook but you’re not really good at it. Don’t worry I will always eat whatever you cook. You contribute to the village and never expect anything back. So, be my wife, stand by my side. Run my house.”

I nodded and we were married the same day. Here we don’t have big extravagant parties we just gather together and offer congratulations to the new couple.

It’s easy to move what little I have into Druig’s cabin. I tidied up and am surprised by a shirtless husband less than an inch away. “Little lamb, care to join me in the shower?”

I pinched my brows together, confused. “Shower?” Like the rest of the compound didn’t have showers. He rubs up against me and I can feel his length is hard. “Oh… um alright… I haven’t before…”

“That’s alright little lamb. You will learn.” He chuckles as he brushed his fingers against my cheeks.

I blushed and bit my lip, “Well it is important that I learn to take care of my husband’s needs. Why don’t you tell me what to do.”

He hummed pleased, going to pet back my hair, “My, what a good girl. Come with me I already warmed up the water.” He took my hand in his and led me into the nicest bathroom on the compound. He looks at me expectantly, and says, “Do you need help undressing?”

I shake my head, “No.” With shaky hands I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to the ground. I pulled off my bandanna from my hair. I looked at him looking for some sort of approval and he jesters for me to remove my under garments. I shyly move to remove the rest of my clothes and stand bear in front of him.

He removed the rest of his clothes revealing his long thick cock standing at attention and opened the shower door, “Ladies first.” I walked in and the water felt amazing I moaned and he smirks pushing me against the wall. He kisses at my neck and took a handful of my breast and the other reached down began to play with my opening. “Come on lamb it won’t bite. Touch me.” He moaned in my ear.

I run my hand from his shoulder down his stomach to grip his erection. My pumps on his cock matched his fingers strumming a bundle of nerves. He was moaning as much as I was but stopped our hands. I looked up at him confused and he says, “I promise this time I’ll be gentle. I’ll try to keep it from being too uncomfortable.”

I nodded and he took ahold of my thighs and lifted me up, spreading me open. He kisses me and slowly pushes into me. Though he was slowly, it was a tight fit and a painful intrusion as he broke through my barriers till he bottomed out. He moaned but didn’t move. I could tell how much he was holding back. Soon he began to grind against me helping me relax and loosen up. When I give him a nod and he begins to thrust easily into me. He reached down and began to rub circles on that same bundle of nerves leaving me a shaking screaming mess. He kissed my neck pumping in and out chasing his own bliss. His hips stuttered, and he cried out as a thick hot feeling filled me up. He slowly lowered me down as he pulled out. We finished our shower and then we went to his bed and crawled under the covers and snuggled up.

Part 2

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[honeymilkk00]

Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch

yooooo so my first post on tumblr,,, kinda scary but here goes nothing. if the characters are too ooc i apologise but it’s because this is my first time writing a haikyuu one shot. also i’m fucking obsessed with angst to comfort hmu with some good ones (hopefully i haven’t read them). also pleaseeeee this isn’t an attack on the reader, you all are so fucking gorgeous. i’m trying to write this angst with my personal insecurities in mind so it can be more realistic. remember to drink water and eat 3 meals a day.

characters:

-tanaka

-ushijima

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Tanaka

Recently, you had noticed a strain in your and Tanaka’s relationship. Of course, you were always pretty self-conscious in the relationship- he always hung out with Kiyoko when he went to practise and spoke about her like she was a goddess.

That didn’t mean you didn’t like Kiyoko. In fact, you looked up to her a lot, heeding her advice every time she spoke to you. But, who wouldn’t be insecure? Kiyoko was everything you were not. She was smart, she was pretty, she was organised, and she had a great personality to go with it. Sometimes, you’d sit thinking that maybe Tanaka would be happier with her. 

And today was one of those days. It was lunch and, as usual, Tanaka was at practise. You didn’t mind and grew pretty accustomed to it, often sitting to the side of the sports hall, watching and cheering. You were happy that your boyfriend had such a deep interest in something. 

As you sat next to the coach, taking small bites out of an apple, you noticed Tanaka’s wondering gaze. Following his eyes, you frowned slightly when you noticed him staring at Kiyoko with a small blush on his face. An uneasy feeling in your gut made you stop eating, just watching. When Tanaka walked over to her and tucked her hair behind her ear after helping her pick up spare balls, you felt bile rise in your throat. Suffocating. It felt like suffocating as you watched your boyfriend touch and blush around your friend whilst right in front of you. 

Biting your lip nervously, you packed away your lunch and stood up. There was still 10 minutes left of lunch. If Tanaka asked, you could’ve dismissed it as simply wanting to get to class early. Nodding to Coach Ukai and Daichi, you swiftly exited the sports hall and walked to your next lesson.

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Somehow, you had avoided Tanaka for the rest of the day. You knew you were probably overreacting, but the way he looked at her with such a loving gaze made you feel sick. He didn’t even look at you with that much compassion, and you were his girlfriend. 

So, you slung your backpack over your shoulders and made your way home. Normally, you would walk with your boyfriend, but not today. It was silent without Tanaka making small comments here and there and laughing. Insecure thoughts filled your mind, and, with no one to distract you from them, you listened.

You listened to every single thought that crossed your mind.

Why were you not pretty enough?

Why did Tanaka love Kiyoko more than he loved you?

Why were you so petty?

Why were you running away instead of talking to him?

Why were you not good enough?

You swallowed the bile that slowly rose in your throat and looked down at your hands that clenched together.

Just get over it. You can’t be better than her. 

A hand placed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. Swiftly, you head diverted to look at whoever touched you right in the eyes. 

Shit.

“Hey, you’ve been ignoring me since lunch. Did something happen? Why are you walking home without me?” Tanaka let go of your shoulder and raised a curious brow at you.

You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

Forcing a smile, you looked down at your hands instead of his gaze-his piercing gaze that left you weak and helpless. “Nothing is wrong,” you started, pausing for a second to recollect your thoughts. “I just wanted to get to class quickly after lunch... And I was walking home by myself because I have a lot of homework to do.” You lied smoothly, but of course, Tanaka saw through it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Tanaka sighed and tilted his head, “are you going to tell your boyfriend the truth or continue to lie straight to my face? We’re partners- a team- you’re meant to trust me and communicate. Wasn’t it you who said that was important?” His voice gradually got louder with every sentence, his patience wearing thin. 

You looked back at him and opened your mouth, before closing it. Of course, trust and communication is key in relationships but... Your eyes glanced up at Tanaka. Opening your mouth again, you spoke, “It’s just...” You started and licked your lips, taking a deep breath, “You seem to be close with Kiyoko. Very close..” You whispered the last bit, but he still caught it. 

Clenching his fists, Tanaka frowned, “well excuse me, but she’s been my friend longer than I’ve dated you. I don’t see why it’s an issues now.” His voice was firm and loud, making you shrink into yourself.

“I get that, I do. But you can’t just get all close like blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear when you’re in a relationship.” You tried to reason with him. Yes, you know they were friends longer than you and Tanaka had been in a relationship and you respected that. That was why you never mentioned anything before. 

Tanaka made a ‘tch’ sound and took in a deep breath, glaring down at you. Like this, he looked like an alpha- strong, in charge, dominant. In normal circumstances, you might’ve blushed or even squirmed, but in this situation, all you felt was your fight or flight impulse going crazy. “Well I’m sorry, but just because you’re insecure about yourself doesn’t mean you can be a selfish bitch! Grow up (Y/n)!”

That was what made you snap.

“Excuse me!? Tanaka, you told me to communicate and so I did, but when I do my opinions and feelings are immediately shut down!? I’m not saying you can’t be friends with Kiyoko! You can! Just please don’t keep touching her intimately because it makes me think you’d rather be with her!” You shouted back.

Letting out a deep growl, Tanaka leaned over you with a menacing glare and quickly lifted his hand, which made you flinch violently and close your eyes tightly, lifting you arms to shield yourself. 

Snapping out of his rage, Tanaka’s eyes widened.

You flinched. You flinched at him.

Did you seriously think he was going to hit you? 

Taking a shaky breath, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, which made you flinch more and slowly open your eyes to look into his. Your eyes held nothing but pure fear. You couldn’t help it- Tanaka was big, strong and intimidating. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“Please don’t look at me like that, baby.. I’m sorry.. I’ll never hit you.” Tanaka whispered softly and pulled you in for a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that..” He murmured lightly.

Shakily, you took a breath, letting your tears slip down your cheeks. “Ngh.. ‘M sorry I annoyed you Tana...” You whispered softly, crying into his shoulder. “’M just... Scared. Kiyoko is beautiful and has the best personality and I’m just... Me.” You admitted, finally calming down when you realised that Tanaka would never ever hurt you, no matter how much you angered him.

Tanaka’s eyes softened and he gently stroke your hair. “Exactly. You’re you. That’s why I love you, baby.” He whispered gently and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Slowly, you leaned into his touch more, “Okay...”

Tanaka sighed gently, “I didn’t realise I was being too touchy with her, but I’ll stop for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled weakly back.

“Icecream?” He asked.

“Please.”

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Ushijima

You always knew volleyball was his passion. It was his everything, and you respected that. 

Still though, when you became his girlfriend, you thought that maybe you’d at least tie with volleyball in importance. However, you soon realised three months into the relationship that what you believed didn’t seem to be the case. In fact, it seemed as if you were more of a chore for Ushijima than something he enjoyed spending his time on. 

Eventually, it all got too much.

You watched him practise from the side-lines, frowning since he barely even glanced at you, let alone said hello. Of course, you didn’t mind. He was focused on practising, so it would make sense if he didn’t acknowledge you.

Ushijima paused his practise to get a small drink and you took this opportunity to encourage him and drop off his lunch since he had a tendency to forget his. “Ushi, you’re doing so-” You started, but was soon cut off by your blunt lover.

“(Y/N), can’t you see I’m focusing right now? I’ll talk later, but right now volleyball is all that matters. You’re irrelevant right now.” He retorted swiftly, before shrugging you off and going back to practise his spikes. 

Biting your lip slightly, you swallowed thickly and looked down at your feet in shame. Those words hurt, even if they weren’t the most aggressive. Maybe he did only see you as a burden. The thought made you shiver and deepen your frown. The last thing you wanted was to hold your boyfriend back, even if it hurt you. Taking one last glance at Ushijima, you set his lunch down by his bottle and turned away, hiding the tears in your eyes by looking at the ground. 

It felt as if someone was squeezing your heart in your chest, and a lump soon formed in your throat. You choked on a sob and headed home, turning off your phone completely. 

Once you had reached the comfort of your house, you collapsed on your bed and sobbed silently into a pillow, curling tightly into a small ball. 

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You were unsure as to how long you had been crying for, but you soon awoke from a slumber when you felt the bed dip and a large arm wrap around your waist. Biting your lip, you turned your head to come face to face with Ushiwaka. “Ushi...” You whispered quietly.

“My love, you have been crying. Your eyes are red and puffy.” He stated and frowned lightly. “What happened?” The male gently brushed his thumb against your hip, caressing it tenderly.

Tensing up, you sat up and pushed his hand away lightly. “Ushijima..” You started and looked down, clenching your fists together. “Is volleyball really that important to you..?” You whispered out, barely loud enough for him to hear.

The brute frowned and also sat up, narrowing his eyes slightly, “(Y/N), why are you so annoyed over my passion?” He asked and let out a scoff. “What, are you jealous of a ball? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” Ushijima’s voice raised slightly, but he soon shut up when he noticed you flinch and sink deeper into the bed. 

You avoided eye contact from your lover and gripped the sheets tightly in your hand, “’M sorry..” You whispered out as tears filled your vision. “Maybe I am being ridiculous.. I just think that...” You choked on a sob. “That you’d be better off with someone else. All I seem to do is hold you back from doing what you love. ‘M just a pain..” Hurt filled your voice and you swallowed thickly.

Ushijima’s eyes widened slightly and he frowned, gently taking your hands into his large ones. “Darling... You are all I want. I am sorry if those comments I said earlier made you feel insecure, but I truly do care for you. You are the only person I want in my life.” Gently, he placed his forehead on yours and kissed away your tears. “You are anything but a pain, my love.”

Looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, you smiled lightly and pressed your lips against his delicately. “You’re forgiven, Ushi..”

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

For the requests?: frankie saying "I'm seducing my wife" in response to "what are you doing" from reader. Only he's being very serious, not playful, and it catches reader of guard.

Love your writing!

Thank you so much, kind anon!

I'm in a weird headspace today so this is what comes to me, I hope you like it.

Seduction

Frankie x overweight reader

Warnings: Shit mood, body issues, adult acne, talk about rough sex (no actual sex)

Words: 699

Some days were just shit.

You had grown to accept it. You knew you had a good life, you had an amazing husband who loved you like crazy, a job, your health, et cetera. Still, some days you were still burdened with heavy thoughts. Like today, when for some reason you just felt like shit when you woke up. Your overweight body felt fat, figureless, and unattractive. Your skin was breaking out and it didn't matter how much you resisted society's idea of beauty: pushing 40 and having acne like a 14-year-old sucked so hard.

Frankie noticed your mood, of course, and you didn't want to share your woes with him. He'd just kiss you, tell you that you were beautiful, and you didn't want to hear that today. You just wanted to wallow in your self-pity, and hopefully feel better tomorrow. So you just told Frankie that you were tired, didn't sleep well, had a bad day.

"I just need to be by myself tonight, okay?" you begged him when he told you he could cancel his night out with the guys. You could tell from how his lips formed a thin, horizontal line that he didn't like your plea.

"I don't mind staying in. Can't you let me help you, baby?"

"Please, I just want to pout by myself, Frankie," you insisted. "Go see the guys. I'll feel better tomorrow morning. It's not you, I promise."

He accepted eventually and left the house. You spent your night doing chores (better get them out of the way while you were in a bad mood, you figured), avoiding mirrors, and you are balancing your check book when Frankie came home.

"Hi." He stops by the door to your office. You reply in kind, looking up from the desk, lit up in the otherwise dark office.

"I didn't hear your truck."

"Will dropped me. I had one too many to drive."

You nod, and return to your chore. Frankie hovers by the door for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"You feeling any better?"

You shrug and make a meh sound.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, then walks away. You hear him go to the bathroom, and then you don't pay any more attention to him. As soon as you're done with your check book, you can go to bed.

You're bent over the desk when Frankie returns from the bathroom. He walks up to your chair and puts his broad, warm palm over your neck.

"I'm almost done," you mumble, not looking up. Frankie grunts something, then grabs the back of your desk chair and turns it around. You give a startled squeal and glare up at him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm seducing my wife." Frankie stares at you with dark intent in his eyes, taking you completely by surprise. You expect his face to crack in a mischievous grin, but it doesn't. He seizes you by one wrist and pulls you up so quickly and with such force that it sends you crashing into him. He claims your lips immediately and you taste the alcohol on him. It's not too much, however, he's not drunk, but just tipsy enough to be horny.

A familiar, warm pull begins to spread in the pit of your stomach, but it's not quite enough to conquer over the feeling of discomfort in your own body.

"Frankie..." Your protest is as pitiful as the tiny mewl of a newborn kitten. He tears his mouth from yours and crowds you against the desk. His hand slides down to cup your sex through your sweatpants, firm without being rough. He drops his mouth to your ear.

"Tell me you don't want me, and I won't bother you anymore," he breathes, and his low barytone vibrates throughout your body.

It doesn't take more to make you snap. You whine and put your hand over his, pressing his palm against the apex of your thighs. You want him, you always want him, and tonight you want him to rail this weird mood out of you.

"Better fuck me blind, baby," you tell him, and he bares his teeth in a smile which could only be called predatory.

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[writeblrfantasy]

lila's 2021 writing wrapped!! (i don't use spotify and i felt a little left out lmao) this has been my best and favorite year for writing, and i want to go over what i've written this year as well as tell yall what i have planned for next year. though we know thats very subject to change, since i can't stick to projects for shit and new ideas pop up like weeds.

projects i finished this year:

gold king, blue king (86k) the book i wrote and finished so i could query! i also did all the research/put together the querying materials this year. super, super proud of myself for that. it's very hard to keep going, but i'm trying.

a council of golden swords (96k) a book i had a sudden idea for while doing chores and decided to drop everything and commit. three months later, it was done as one of my proudest projects. this includes the in book short cyril's hell, which to this day is one of my favorite pieces i've ever written.

the order trilogy: order of the sun (72k), order of the ice (82k), and order of the phantom (81k) i wrote all three of these in about two months and it might be my proudest achievement of the year. i hit new personal bests for word counts in a day (my new record is now 11k!, and i wrote 25k in one weekend) and i learned so much about my process. just another project that proved nothing is beyond my reach.

when the witches call (112k and counting) am still editing this but i count it since i wrote 60k of it for nano. i know with more work i can make it exactly what i dream it is in my head, but i'm so proud of where it's at right now anyway.

brenin (44k) which i have been trying to finish for two years. i finished this literally in the first days of january but i'm still very proud.

i want it to be you, (23k) the camp nano project i honestly forgot about until now lmao

i also edited my first completed novel the ruby savior (113k) which included tense and style changes, and am halfway through editing the second and third books of that series up to my current standards

other things i wrote this year:

30k of of blood drawn, the third book in the revolution of nimath. also came up with the ideas and plot for those six books.

shorts for the adventures of the existential three (bailed on that but it's fine)

10k of queen artura and the knights of arrinshire, the queer king arthur retelling i've been trying to write for two years

11k of a game of golden wind, the wlw fantasy sports rivalry novel set in the acogs universe. very excited to eventually get back to this!!

a 6k short for the death of seret ashling, which i also kinda bailed on. endlessly proud of this too.

various thousands of words for the last three eingard series books

projects for next year:

edgelia and other poetry, a wlw tragedy inspired by the song of achilles and @aelenko's he called me finch

as the sea horn blares, a mlm romance with a side of crime family plot in which a traumatized crime boss falls in love with his therapist

the daughter of esla, book 5 of the eingard series. realllly hoping to finish at least one tes book next year. it's been a year and a half since i finished the 4th book, and i really want to see this series through.

queen artura

whatever else buckwild ideas hit me!

a massive, MASSIVE thank you to @magic-is-something-we-create for being the best friend one could have, fundamentally changing the way i create for the better, drawing my freakin characters like WHAT, listening to my endless fandom and writing rambles, reading my books, letting me read your book, and the everyday conversations. i love you dearly <3

another huge shoutout to @aelenko for answering all my querying questions and being an incredible force in the writing community, and for being partly the reason EAOP exists. your projects are incredible and you are endlessly inspiring. thank you <3

other huge thanks go to: @ashen-crest @47crayons @ettawritesnstudies @ren-c-leyn @worldbuildng @faithfire and so many more for supporting me as i write, loving my projects, and being wonderful pillars in writeblr yourselves. i love everyone in my little writeblr family so much. i am also about to hit 2 years on this hellsite, so i might have to do Something for that

speaking of, i also hit 1000 followers this year, and i just hit 1300 like yesterday, so thank you all so much for supporting me and reading my stuff!!

i talk about what i read this year under the cut, if you're interested in that!

this year i read (only including the ones i really loved):

pax's absolutely stunning book firebreathers, now one of my favorite books

the stormlight archive, which easily made it into my top 10 books ever

the first mistborn book

any way the wind blows by rainbow rowell, the incredible and mindblowing end to one of my favorite trilogies

one last stop by casey mcquiston, which had everything i loved about rwrb and was wonderful

rule of wolves by leigh bardugo

return of the thief by meghan whalen turner, the final book in my tied for favorite series ever. it was an incredible, tear jerking end

blood of elves, which met expectations in all the weirdest ways

empress of salt and fortune & when the tiger came down the mountain by nghi vo, a wonderful queer read!!

if you made it this far, lol hi! i also caved and made an spn sideblog this year, @devastatingly-handsome-friend if there are any spn friends here who want to follow! i don't have anything there yet, but eventually i will get around to writing fic and reblogging stuff. just been a bit busy <3

#writeblr #wtf do i tag this #writing #fantasy writeblr #my writing #?

[hypmicdaydreams]

Hi!! Can I request for how hifumi and his s/o would spend the day when stuck at home in a snowstorm? Thank you ❣️

Ohh cute!! It's been so cold here lately too as well as snowy, so I absolutely loved writing these myself! It fit the vibe and all. They may be a bit long/all over the place, but regardless I still hope you enjoy anon 💕 Thanks for the request!

stuck home amidst a snowstorm w/ hifumi

-pairing: hifumi izanami x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

snowstorms, albeit usually rather mild, weren’t all too rare of an occurrence over there in shinjuku, happening every few years or so

and yet, when you rolled out of bed that morning, trudging your feet along as you tiredly got ready, you hadn’t quite expected to find an emergency warning on your phone, calling for strong winds and high snow accumulation that day so it was best to stay indoors

it was strange to have a snow day it seemed like, especially in the middle of the week of all days, but you didn’t complain much, getting back into bed immediately and snuggling against your already warm boyfriend. it had been freezing those few moments you were away from the comfort of the blankets after all, and you wanted nothing more than to warm up and fall back asleep with hifumi right by your side

breakfast was pretty much the same as usual, though there was quite the late start, which was unusual given the morning bird hifumi was. on his days off (that is to say, when he wasn’t spending all night at the host club), he rose with the sun and set with it you learned, living with him for a while now

though perhaps it tasted much better today for some reason. whether it was because the warmth of your guys’ shared home while the bitter coldness of the storm raged outside or the fact that you guys were able to eat and spend a day inside together, the food tasted much more delicious, though that isn’t to say that hifumi’s cooking was lackluster by any means

honestly, i can see the boredom striking a bit early, probably after breakfast since there didn’t seem to be much to do

hifumi usually liked to do the chores around the place pretty early in the day, and if you were out running errands or were at work (hifumi had a night job after all), then he’d do so alone. it’s not like he minded though, given that hifumi had a strange fondness for doing housework. it was certainly peaceful in a sense

since you were stuck inside with him, however, you did try to do some of the chores, as much as hifumi insisted that you not

“aw honey, it’s your day off! you don’t get this often, right?” he’d ask, then lead you to the couch, forcing you to sit down and get comfy. “let me do the chores!”

would surely pout if you insisted otherwise and tried to get up. he didn’t really like seeing you overexert yourself when you were supposed to be resting, even if it was just chores

he liked doing them by himself anyway, especially since he had his own system and way of doing things

(i can see him eventually giving in if you were relentless, though he’d certainly be pouting throughout and perhaps just a touch nitpicky)

the day is certainly spent together

hifumi can be a bit clingy at times, i like to think, especially now that he had the time to spend with you alone. it wasn’t often the two of you had a slow, domestic day, so he certainly takes advantage of that!

cuddles you nonstop it seemed like, always by your side, beaming and exclaiming just how warm and comfy you were compared to the bitter cold weather outside

he simply wants to indulge in the warmth and homey feel of the apartment with you now that it certainly felt like a home. even if the day was spent doing nothing, hifumi didn’t mind, as long as you were there alongside him

feel like the two of you would have a cooking date of sort as well; for instance, cooking dinner together then sitting down and eating it

it’s not like the two of you could go out anyway, and besides, since the two of you were trapped inside, having a cute little date seemed like such a fun way to pass the time while the snow outside raged

the kitchen, once more, was hifumi’s domain, so it does take some convincing to let you help him out, a bit pouty when you insist. he did personally love making meals for you, to pour his heart out into a meal and watch the joy on your face when you at them. it was so rewarding!

but at the same time, i do think he’d let help out, simply excited at the fact the two of you were doing something together, as small as the kitchen may be

ah, but he does help you through each step, giving exact directions and even comforting you if you managed to mess up

“aw, you’re not supposed to do it like that!” he’d exclaim, coming up from behind you unprompted, his back on yours, holding your hand as he shows you how to correctly chop the vegetables or so

and the way he was no unfazed! not taking into account just how close the two of you were right now. you were practically flustered, able to feel his body heat, smell his scent, able to hear your own heartbeat in your ears, and my how fast it was beating!

even after living with him for a while now, he always managed to catch you off-guard, well, in the best way possible. hifumi simply had some sort of strange effect on you, the butterflies always flaring each time he does something so suddenly, though admittedly, you didn’t mind all too much

yet, here hifumi was, acting as if nothing had happened, which was in typical hifumi fashion i suppose

“oh, you’re so warm!” he’d tease, smiling all innocent like despite knowing full well what had caused such a response. “you get so easily flustered honey!” which only does so more

(it was a neverending loop actually)

dinner goes the same way as breakfast and lunch, though perhaps the meal has a slight off taste to it depending on your own experiences (i mean, you may not be that good of a cook, compared to hifumi at the very least)

but to hifumi, he does think that it tastes much better, even if you have a disgusted look on your face, disappointed at your own lack of skills

i mean, the fact that this meal was made together, within the vicinity of the kitchen, to hifumi, that meant that it’d taste much better, or at least feel so

everything felt better if you guys did it together after all, and given that it wasn’t too often you guys cooked dinner and enjoyed it at the same time, eating within each other’s company. ah, he did wish you guys could do so every day, however

night comes early with the winter season and all, and after dinner is spent cuddling up in blankets together, perhaps enjoying a warm drink as well. the temperature did suddenly drop, the snow falling with much more intensity, and the large heavy blankets that were stored in the closet were meant for this occasion 

though with the warmth of the full stomach, the blanket, and each other, it was difficult to not doze off. the heaviness of the blanket and the warmth and scent of hifumi made it so of course

but when you did fall asleep, resting on hifumi himself, he certainly felt his heart do leaps, a smile coming on. ah, you were so cute! sleeping on him, tired from the cold winter weather

you certainly deserved your rest after all

hifumi, as energetic as he seemed at times, surely had the fatigue catch up to him as well

he couldn’t help it! it was so warm and heavy underneath those blankets; sleep overcame him easily

but, y’know, sleeping on the couch, you resting on him, was somewhat comfortable, he had to admit

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