years and decades into your marriage with satoru he still treats you with the utmost love and care just like back in the day when he was still chasing after you. when you first started dating his hand would shake slightly when holding yours. those big hands of his trying to adjust the strength of his grip around your hand, carefully calculating how to hold you good enough without squeezing too hard but still firm enough so you won’t ever slip away. years and decades into your marriage he still holds you like that. his hands don’t shake anymore but his grip is still as tenderly solid. you know there’s no way out of his hand.

years and decades into your marriage he still spoils you just like in the beginning, even more in fact. gifts, vacations all over the globe, dates in luxury restaurants, renting the entire cinema hall for just the two of you—he still wants to impress you just like back in the day (and show off a little, too). but little things like long morning cuddles, hand feeding you breakfast in bed, washing your hair, drying it for you afterward, pillow talks at night — those are all tiny rituals that you two built over time but even years and decades into your marriage he sticks to them religiously every day.

you ask him one night, during a pillow talk, how come he’s still like this, even after all the years. his answer is spoken in a low voice, with a little bit sleep in it — “because i love you”, he pauses. but you know there’s more to come, so you keep silent and listen — “and because i want to spoil you so rotten you can’t ever live without me”

what about vampirehutner!gojo with vamprie!reader?? like you're forced to marry each other to calm down your respective sides, both of you despising each other the moment you meet.

you two barely speak, never see each other even when you're finally forced to live at his (rather large) estate, huffing whenever you pass by. it's awful and you hate it, but you know you have to stick by it. at least for the next year or so.

you never eat dinner with him, partly due to the fact that the humans think that vampires just don't consume anything other than blood, so you're basically either in your room, sleeping, or walking around the estate, wishing the hours would go by faster.

and it's hard to hate him as much as you've been conditioned to. gojo's so nice to his servants, so understanding with his men. if you didn't see him getting prepared to go on hunts (animal ones), you would have almost forgotten who he was to begin with.

and you miss the way he looks at you, the rare moments he gets to. eyes crinkling around the edges when he watches you in the garden, smelling the flowers he had planted before you came, shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts. but he stares at your face, your canines, and feels his face turn beet red, shying away in embarrassment because he could still hear his mothers words saying how gruesome vampires were. she never warned him that they could be so pretty.

it all comes to a heed when his men fail to bring back any animals, your blood supply empty for the following days until they could go hunting again.

"use me," your 'husband' mutters, eyes not meeting yours as he sits on his dining table, all the men gone from the room as he told them to leave.

"what?" you almost snap, confused, searching his face to find any traces of humor.

"use me," he cranes his neck, giving you space in between his legs as he spreads them even further, "you need to drink, so use me."

and when you step between him, your teeth sinking down into his soft skin, it's never the same again. his blood is part of you, and whether you like it or not, you become interlinked in a way those silly human wedding bands never could.

geto suguru who never stops talking about you. he is a composed man but his ear perk up at the slightest mention of you or the things you like. you plagued his mind. he is always down the street thinking about what you'd be doing. all those desserts that he used to despise, have soon started getting comfortable on his taste buds just because you liked it. he didn't even notice how your habits started infecting him too. but a little change was nice. you are the only thing igniting the flame of his will to live when he himself is sabotaging the little fire, blowing it away.

the two girls he is raising ask him for your picture. he is shunned for a second but the shock merges into a smile. he whips out his phone and hands them to the girls.

"that's her. my wife."

"but...these are the pictures of the sky." they look at him with a confused expression only to find a tear roll down his eye.

"yes. isn't she beautiful? i hope she's doing fine there." they don't know how to reply except to tear up themselves.

"i hope i get to meet her. but with all that i've done in this life, i am sure i am going to hell." he looks up at the sky, the clouds dispersed and sunrays peeking. "although, it's fine. loving her was heaven on earth anyways."

i know it’s been said before, but it bears repeating: a big, big part of maintaining your confidence & self esteem as a creator is fully embracing the concept of “you don’t have to be good like them.  you can be good like you.”

for example, i’m not someone who’s particularly good at coming up with complex, elaborate plots or incredibly unique ideas.  it’s just not how i choose to write.  and it would be easy for me to look at someone with an elaborate, super unique plot & decide that because i don’t write like that, i’m not a good writer.  after all, unique plots are good, and my writing lacks those, so my writing must not be good, right?  well, no, actually.  i just have different strengths, like taking a simple premise & digging super deep into its emotional depths.  that’s what i do well & it isn’t any better or worse than people who do elaborate world building or come up with really creative and unexpected plots.

your writing is never going to be all things to all people.  it just isn’t.  inevitably, you’ll have to make creative choices that favor certain aspects of writing over others.  there is truly no getting around that & it’s honestly a good thing, because it means you’ve developed your own style.  but you’ll always encounter other creators who posses strengths that you don’t.  it doesn’t mean one is better than the other or that your writing isn’t good enough. 

comparing yourself like that would be like taking a piece of pizza & a cupcake & going “oh no, that cupcake is so sweet & my pizza isn’t sweet at all.” or “gosh, the garlic crust on that pizza is delicious and my cupcake doesn’t have ANY garlic.”  obviously your pizza isn’t sweet.  obviously your cupcake doesn’t have garlic.  a food can’t have every single delicious flavor at once.  the cupcake is good like a cupcake.  the pizza is good like a pizza.  so you don’t have to be good like them.  you can be good like you.

Let it wash away.

DEAR FANFICTION WRITERS

Thanks for existing

People worrying if their fic is too self indulgent like....... that is the point of fanfiction. You are supposed to indulge . Every fic is self indulgent

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

"Self insert characters are cringe"

Bro I'm trying to survive capitalism with maladaptive daydreaming. Leave me alone.

it's okay if you're not on a rec list

it's okay if you don't have 1000 followers

it's okay if you haven't written as much as you wanted to this year

it's okay if you doubt yourself

it's okay to want more attention

it's okay if you're too shy to share your work

you are valued. you are here. you are important.

there's at least one person out there who recognizes you and looks forward to what you have to say.

you belong.

Gojo is a very loyal man. He doesn't even look at the mannequins . He makes sure every woman that comes across him knows he is married to you / your boyfriend. If those women still try to pursue him he cuts contact with them

Satoru makes sure that you know that you're the only woman in his life. He is a one woman man. He knows how most women desire him and he knows how it makes you insecure even if you don't show it. So whenever Satoru meets any woman he makes sure that she knows that he is married or has a girlfriend. If they still don't take a hint he'd literally flaunt his wedding ring in their face and say " I have a wife who is lot more prettier , smarter and stronger than you. You don't have a chance against her so stay away "

He doesn't care if he offends or hurts them. Only you deserve his love and he will make sure that he never ever gives you a chance to question his love

a reminder to myself & everyone that the number of notes does not reflect the quality of your writing

Ahem-

heeppy hoolida

can you . . . can you imagine nanami kento (32) shirtless on a boat? his skin is sun kissed, his cheeks are a rosy pink, the bottoms of his pants are folded up.

you’re half naked — only a skirt covers your bottom, you’ve discarded your bikini top — and watch as he takes control of your quaint boat. send him sultry smiles, sip on your beverage, throw your head back when he eats you out under the sun.

I just think suguru is a very, very good kisser. and like... so soft.

and I'm not just talking about his lips, I'm talking about everything. like the way his fingertips caress your cheek before he holds your face. the way he smiles as he leans into the kiss. the way he lets out this little sigh after the first taste and the low moan that escapes him when you part your lips for him. the way he slides his tongue inside, just a little, enough to make your fingers curl against the sleeves of his sweater. the way his long hair feels on your skin when you wrap your arms around his neck. the way he pulls away from the kiss only to rest his forehead against yours. the way he closes his eyes as he breathes in your scent. the way his breath falls on your lips when he whispers "you don't know how long I've been wanting to touch you like this" before he dives in to kiss you again, sounding like he's so fucking relieved and happy to be in your arms.

everything is soft.

gojo gets so scary when people interrupt his already extremely limited time with you. you cant see the look on his face as he still has you tucked tight into him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, but that doesn't matter because you can physically feel the shift in the air. it leaves your hair standing up on end, a cold shiver racing down your spine. its easy for you to forget that gojo satoru is gojo satoru. the honored one and all that means and he does that on purpose. makes himself as non-threatening as possible with you. like a wolf coaxing a lamb closer and closer with the promise of warmth, of safety, of companionship. but in that moment, with whoever it is still knocking furiously on the door, you see the wolf for what it is. a starving predator with too-sharp teeth and no natural competitors. and its scary. but what can be done now that he already has you in his grasp?