#Don’t worry I’m still sfw writer
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I wrote something that an sfw writer shouldn’t about A*e x Honey x T*ey and Im not posting it-
#Don’t worry I’m still sfw writer#But I wrote the inevitable and unavoidable filth-#honey.cries#treyuuace#ace x honey x trey
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You Are Such A Distraction
--genre + trope: FLUFF omg, sfw
--pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader
--word count: 0.6k
--summary: you can't help that you're boyfriend, peter, is just so deliciously cute when he works.
--warnings: kissing, so much fluff, teasing.
--gif credits: @peterparkcr
There was nothing like seeing Peter work on something he’s passionate about. You’re sure you could sit on the couch for a lifetime if it meant watching his hands meticulously work on his craft. Sure, it’s not knitting or building a puzzle, but it was far more complicated than that. Mixing different chemicals into a glass, he sticks his tongue out as he quickly studies his notes one more time. He’s made web fluid hundreds of times, but he still looks at the notes he’s had since high school.
You just couldn’t stop staring at him, it’s the way his shoulder muscles move as he lifts his arm, his laser-sharp focus, and especially the way his hands are moving to create the thing that saves so many lives every night. You must’ve zoned out a little bit because you completely missed the movement of Peter looking over at you. His voice startles you a little as he begins to speak, “Watcha lookin’ at, bug?”
Your eyes quickly meet his as you feel a warmth spread to your cheeks, “Oh! Uh-nothing. You’re just…a little distracting.”
His hands stop moving as he hears your confession. You become much more entertaining than his web fluid, completely disregarding his current project to walk towards you on the loveseat. “You think I’m distracting?” he teases.
You can’t say anything, your voice is suddenly useless.
“Tell me more,” he adds.
You clear your throat before continuing, “You know.” You didn’t want to tell him still, too embarrassed that you were caught ogling your boyfriend.
“No,” he continues to tease, “I don’t actually. Tell me.”
Still flustered, you rise from the couch with a grin on your face, trying to escape the situation entirely. As you stand, you feel a warm hand grab yours. You turn to face Peter’s sickly sweet doe eyes. “Hey, wait,” he kisses the top of your hand, “what’s on your mind, bug?”
Guiding you back to sit close to him, you finally speak your mind, “I’m just…You’re just so cute when you work.”
A cocky smile finds its way onto Peter’s features, “Aw, you think I’m cute?”
His face is suddenly very close to yours as he tries to rub it in. Pushing his face away you look at him, “Yeah, you’re annoying too.”
“Woah! I thought I was cute,” he looks at you offended, “What happened to that?”
A giggle leaves you as you lift your hand to hold the side of his face. Peter leans in as he expects a kiss, to which he is quickly interrupted by your voice, “Oh, you are, don’t worry,” you start, “you’re annoying too, bug.”
He leans back with one sharp motion. A pained look twists his face as he brings his hand to his chest as if you’ve actually hurt him, “Ouch! That was pretty low.”
“Mhm, sure it did,” you respond sarcastically, pulling him in for the kiss he’s been aching for this entire time. It’s sweet, but incredibly short as Peter pulls away abruptly.
“I thought I was annoying?” a smug expression written on his face, still within inches of yours.
Your eyes are still focused on his lips, clearly yearning for his touch, “Shhhhh.”
Pulling him back in for another kiss, he finally complies, giving into your touch to kiss you properly this time.
--this is just something sweet, because it's only wednesday and im so tired already. my ask/inbox is open...so send me some ideas for future fics, or if you just wanna talk i'm all ears! please support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!!!! ok, bye ily <333.
#andrew garfield peter parker#peter parker#peter parker x reader#marvel#fluff#spiderman#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!peter parker#tasm!peter imagine
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this blog is now archived !! find my MASTERLIST here !!
hi guys, and here’s a long overdue post that i wanted to take the time to make after collecting as many screenshots as i can for a lot of rumors that i think need to be addressed. before i do that, i wanted to apologize to all of my mutuals who ended up wrongfully harassed in their inboxes for simply knowing me—the irony of this issue being about bullying all the while people on this app have been simultaneously being genuinely awful to other writers who have zero involvement has been ridiculous.
i would’ve made this post sooner, but december was very busy—as you all know, i’ve been working with two separate companies for my capstone projects, and i had final presentations with boards to worry about. and then a cruise which was fun, but i was offline. now that i’ve finally had time to enjoy my break and collect my thoughts, i’d like to voice my own side to the discourse i’m sure you’ve all seen posted by @/garoujo, who is now @/gojoath.
first and foremost, i’ve been on tumblr for almost 4 years now, and while i may not have the brightest moments on here (no one will be spot-free in that amount of time), i’d like to think that if i actually went out of my way to vicious or bully people, this would’ve come to people’s attention a lot sooner. i’ve had a relatively large following across all 6 of my blogs in my time here, and while i don’t like to get into the metrics of my blogs, the reason i point this out is because i have willingly started my blog over 6 times. 3 of these were sfw blogs under my nickname tee, another 2 of which were my previous nsfw blogs under a different alias, and saetoru which is the current one, where i finally decided to combine my sfw and nsfw writing into one space. i just wanted to bring that up because i had quite a habit of leaving and restarting blogs before this one, and had i been obsessed with outperforming other writers in terms of follower counts, i would not have left the previous ones as often as i did.
that being said, i’ll also go through a timeline of events and how they’ve snowballed into an issue that is not as one-sided as most of you might think. i’ve been mutuals with emmie since my first blog, and i’d been mutuals with her through most of her blogs as well. we’ve never really had issues until her last blog @/garoujo, which she’d started after deactivating @/atsymu due to discourse regarding racism accusations. the reason why we had a falling out was because i felt that there were a series of odd coincidences that felt slightly purposeful, but i was still questioning whether or not i was looking too deeply into it to actually point any of it out.
admittedly, when i saw her first set of banners, i felt our layouts were a slight bit similar, but i really didn’t mind too much because i had been planning to change my banners anyway because i was bored of them. so i took that as an opportunity to do so. it just so happened that within a day or two of every time i changed my banners, hers would be changed too—i never said i owned the color gray, and i even fully acknowledge that the last two sets of banners, at first glance, wouldn’t be a red flag. because, like i said, i was more uncomfortable with the pattern of coincidences than the actual layouts. then i switched to my instagram theme, and not long after, i noticed her add instagram story visuals to her navi. again, no one ever said instagram was my original idea, and that no one else could use it, but it was an unsettling feeling having the same moot continuously make changes around the same time as you, and changes that are different enough that you can’t exactly point out an issue, but slightly similar enough that you can’t exactly ignore the slight oddness.
coincidentally, the same day, another blog (who i will not name bc they’re not very active anymore and are also not very relevant to this story) made the same theme as me and i was a bit peeved because this same blog is someone who has copied a few other things from me and a handful of other moots, so i made a subpost on my moots-only personal blog at the time. keep in mind, i made this post fully aware that emmie was on this blog because i didn’t intend for that post to seem like it was about her. but she reached out to me, and i explained to her the situation, and i even provided the relevant screenshots to show my points. i still considered her a decently good friend at the time, and even with the slightly off feelings, i was still adamant about brushing them off and considering them coincidences that perhaps i was being a bit too critical of.
it wasn’t until i woke up a few hours later after changing my theme and going to bed that i noticed she’d then fully switched to the insta theme. again, instagram is an app used by millions and, at one point, was a very popular theme used amongst most people on this app. i’m not entitled enough to believe i was the first person to do it, but like i said. there are just off vibes most of us will not help but feel when a series of coincidences continue to happen back to back to back by the same person.
there were, amongst these things, a number of other small touches that made me feel off. most of them i don’t remember by now or have screenshots of, so i won’t bother to go into all of them, but for reference, one example i’d also like to point out that i’d had the phrase “you’ve reached the hanmas” in my inbox when she was still on @/atsymu, and sometime after, her sfw blog @/loveatsu had the phrase “you’ve reached the miyas.” small things like this are not things i make an issue over and am more than capable of brushing aside, but like i have said and will continue to push firmly is that i felt there were multiple instances of emmie, in particular, making small tweaks to her blog shortly after me that made me feel were not all coincidentally similar. the issue was never themes or thinking i am the first or only person to do something a certain way, the issue has always been me countless times feeling that one particular individual is exhibiting a behavior that is persistent and uncomfortable no matter how minuscule the instances may be. maybe they were really just unfortunate coincidences that happened with poor timing, or maybe they weren’t. but i stand by the fact that anyone in my shoes would be valid to question the timing of each of these events over and over again.
i would also like to bring up kinktober (though this happened a while after the rest of what i will get into) because this was the first public discourse that emmie and i got into due to an anon’s claims of similarities between our posts. i had received an anon who told me “i think someone copied your kinktober masterlist” which i answered to ask if they could let me know who. they had come back to say it was garoujo, and i did not reply to the ask, instead, i made a post to vaguely tell the anon that i appreciate them letting me know, but i will just leave it be and continue on with my kinktober regardless of emmie’s mlist. i do think there were some vague similarities, but honestly not enough to really question it, so i figured a confrontation or issue was not necessary. a while later, several moots had messaged me to let me know they had received anonymous asks saying to “block @/garoujo she copied @/sakusins and she’ll copy you too” (or something along those lines, i don’t remember exactly.) i myself was very confused (and upset) by the situation because i did not, and still would not, want to be publicly name-dropped in other people’s inboxes over issues that do not involve them. unfortunately, it led to some not-very-kind asks to both of us, and while i am sorry she had to deal with that, it is not an apology from a sense of culpability. that situation was, and still is, entirely out of my control. i would not have seen the masterlist unless the anon had mentioned it, and i did not take part in having people send asks about her to other writers. especially not in a manner that was pretty much social suicide for me as well.
(this is a poorly made collage i know lol but i hit the picture limit bear with me here.)
i would also like to point out that i am not the only individual who has had issues with emmie and feels she had copied them. although i cannot disclose urls (they have been blocked out for privacy reasons) here are a few conversations i have had with my own mutuals, and i would wager there are more people whom i haven’t talked to who also feel this way. they might be small enough instances that sparking issues over them was not worth it to all of these people, therefore she has never heard from people herself about this issue, but the point does still stand that this claim about emmie is not one i alone make, and is one that i have heard countless times before. her never being approached by these individuals for the sake of peace doesn’t erase that they have been, and are, upset by these events, and it’s a habit that she seems to continually partake in. i would also like to link this post where she has been called out by another writer while she was still atsymu, which was posted while we were still friends. i’ve actually had a discussion with emmie about that post, and at the time, i had quickly skimmed the post and felt it was perhaps a reach, but after my own experiences, i went back to reread the post and considered perhaps there was validity to it, and that this might not be a one time occurrence. plagiarism in manners such as this will always have conflicting opinions, and it is hard to sometimes tell if something is a coincidence, a popular and overused idea, or something that has actually been copied. my point is that a number of people have all felt that perhaps there is a good chance this was not an accident, and please consider that so many instances of people feeling this way might suggest that there is a certain degree of validity to the claim.
at the beginning of all of this, when the masterlist banners had first started bothering me, i was upset, and i chose to vent to an ex-moot of mine who most of you would recognize as munsonsins. abby has deactivated a long while ago, but she’s relevant to this because i had chosen to vent to her at the time, and this is more or less what later caused this situation to escalate. at the time of venting to her, i knew she wasn’t mutuals with emmie because, as you can see, she’d told me as such.
one thing i would like to point out is that there were a handful of people i had vented to about my frustrations with emmie, but one thing i had always been mindful of was ensuring these were a) individuals who i considered close friends and not just random individuals, and b) were not friends or moots with emmie in the event that i accidentally made people who she cared about think lesser of her. had abby been mutuals with emmie, i would not have shared my feelings, and once again, i was not loose-lipped enough to just tell anyone because they’d listen. i told abby in particular because i had felt we were sufficiently close individuals who talked one-on-one and were able to vent to each other. a bit after i vented to her, though, she befriended emmie, which i had no such issues with because abby was/is her own person and is an adult who can interact freely and befriend whoever she wanted/wants to.
not long after that, on the night before eid (this detail is relevant in the future) an ex moot of mine @/kazuwhora reached out to me. if you guys remember, there was a discourse last year that was all over dash about how writers on this app should be open to criticism. a lot of people (including me and kc) were upset by that sentiment—which is still valid. please don’t give constructive criticism to writers without their explicit permission !! but regardless, kc sent me a screenshot of a mutual of mine who had posted their opinion on this discourse, and their point was clearly that while constructive criticism is important in some aspects, writers do not have to be subject to receiving it should they not want to. unfortunately, i felt as if kc misunderstood what this individual was trying to say, and i was trying to explain it to her, but we got into a small argument over how we interpreted the post. i felt some of the things she was saying about this individual were inappropriate, and i had made it clear that i was very fond of this person, and it made me uncomfortable to be having this discussion. regardless of whether she saw my interpretation of the post or not, i wanted to drop the discussion, especially because it was the night before eid. eid is the one holiday i celebrate, and there are traditions i quite enjoy the night before, and i didn’t want them to be spoiled with a poor mood over a silly argument. unfortunately, she wasn’t very willing to drop the topic, and it ended up making me upset. so i posted this screenshot to my moots only personal from the conversation that consisted of my messages only and said, “tonight i had to explain what a debate is.” it was petty, perhaps, but very harmless, seeing as there was no context given and no names/pfps to indicate who the person was.
truthfully, i had vented separately to cat, eris, and abby about this argument because i was friends with the three of them at the time, but needless to say, venting to your friends about arguments is a universal action, and i believe it is something all of us have partaken in.
eventually, i decided to softblock emmie because i felt it would be more comfortable for me on my blog to do so. after a bit, i was informed of a subpost that seemed like it couldn’t be about anyone other than me—to make things clear, emmie subposting me was not my concern. i did not hold it against her because she is more than entitled to have her own feelings and vents on her own blog, but the thing that did concern me was that it seemed slightly evident that she was aware of my feelings when i had never explicitly had a conversation with her. it made me question who would tell her, and as you may have guessed, the only person with whom i had shared my concerns who could also be in contact with emmie was abby.
at the time, eris had also voiced concerns that they had trusted abby with the ending of the plot for the diluc series they were planning, and coincidentally, one of abby’s friends had posted a fic idea eerily similar to their concept, to which abby had been commenting and reblogging more brainstormed ideas under. all of these ideas were very close to the plans eris had for their series plot, and understandably, they felt that it was not a mere coincidence that their entire plot was being brainstormed on dash by a person who was fully aware of their outline. i’d voiced my concerns with believing that abby may have also been sharing things i trusted her with, and as a result we both had made a few vague subposts that we liked from each other—a petty behavior, i will admit, but not something that i think is very out of the norm for a lot of people on this app. sometimes, we all just want to vent out our frustrations, and because we all more or less use tumblr as an outlet, these can sometimes be vaguely taken to dash. it’s not something that is ideally recommended (i’ve learned the hard way) but it’s also ?? not exactly something that only i’m guilty of, or is even a rare behavior. i think to shoot down one person for this behavior is quite frankly hypocritical. again, subposting isn’t a habit i would like to push as mature but it’s something i’d like to point out is very normal in this community, and is not something only i take part in. beyond that, i take to ensuring that whenever i do, i’m not explicitly exposing who i’m talking about in order to keep them out of unnecessary issues.
after this conversation with eris, it kind of solidified in my mind that i did not want to trust abby with any more personal vents, or information, and i had ultimately decided to soft block her too. i had also decided to take the opportunity to softblock kc as well because i figured i might as well just remove individuals who i felt made me uncomfortable. this is, again, my right to do so to curate my own space. not long after, cat, eris, and i had been softblocked/hardblocked by a number of moots, and we were a bit confused, until cat ended up having a conversation with kc. many accusations were made about all three of us, more specifically, about me to kc by abby because the two of them had been discussing that they’d both been softblocked by me recently.
the list of accusations we were told of is as follows:
me, cat, and eris have a “burn book” where we “blacklist people.” it’s important to note that every time this discourse resurfaces (this is now the fourth time), the “burn book” has fundamentally changed in its composition—it has changed from a discord server “burn book”, to a google doc “burn book”, to the current rumor that it was an entire blog that was used as a “burn book.” it is consistently changed to fit whatever narrative is trying to be pushed, and regardless, the rumor itself is entirely untrue and has been addressed multiple times. cat has had a tumblr theme, a collab theme, and a server theme all dedicated to the film mean girls. she simply had a channel that was to share the urls of minors to block for interacting with nsfw works, or people who were anti-dark content—this is something that i have seen in all servers i’ve been in during my time on tumblr, and is not a new concept for many of you either. it’s simply a precaution a lot of servers take to warn writers about potential minors to block, and potential anti-dark content harassers. the name of this channel happened to be “the burn book” because it was a mean girls themed server, so the name just fit. nowhere in this channel were other writers in the community “blacklisted” or spoken negatively of, and here are the screenshots of the channel. this was simply something abby had twisted in order to paint us negatively. here is the link to cat’s post addressing it for proof and explanation (i run out of pictures or i would include them myself.)
abby also claimed that i was using this channel to talk poorly about kc and a handful of other moots. this is also false bc this server had several strangers (as it was cat’s server and i didn’t know all her moots), but it also had several of kc’s mutuals/friends in this server as well. i’m not so dense as to talk poorly about other writers publicly in a server, let alone a server i know has people who are friends with kc
now, this next part, emmie has conveniently painted out to be about me, as i apparently harassed and blacklisted people for liking itto from genshin impact, but i have been playing genshin for over a year on this app, and quite a large number of you are my own followers who see my rambles and my writing and i don’t have to explain that i have never written for itto, nor explicitly expressed an interest in him apart from perhaps one or two posts from back when i did his story quest. i never had, and still to this day, have no interest in the character itto. i’ve skipped his banner, i plan to skip his upcoming banners should they come, and i have never written for him, nor do i plan to write for him. this issue with itto is between eris and another individual, and i do not have the details to this, as i was new friends with eris at the time, and i’m no longer friends with eris as of current time. quite frankly, even if i knew the details, i wouldn’t go out of my way to share them because it has nothing to do with me. plain and simple.
as you can see, there were a number of rumors spread here to kc by abby, and as you can see, all of which led me to seem quite vicious in character. i’ve provided, to the best of my ability, screenshots and receipts of why each of these is quite drastically out of context and far from true to what abby has claimed.
i did in fact, after these events confront abby because i was genuinely appalled by the way she knowingly and purposely twisted things conveniently to villainize me. she expressed that she was upset and paranoid by the subposts that she figured were about her once i’d soft blocked her, so i apologized for the posts. she had conversations with both me and cat about the rumors she’d started, and she also apologized for them to both me and cat.
the rumors that emmie has claimed about me in her post, which she conveniently provided no evidence of, are all rumors that are more or less a result of my differences with abby and kc. unfortunately, despite cat trying her best to explain to kc the falseness of most of these rumors, she didn’t really believe them—which is her business. to each their own. i’m sure if i had been in kc’s shoes and in one night, someone i had considered a friend had been painted to do a series of nasty things behind my back, i also would not know what’s true and untrue, and she is entitled to piecing together what she believes is her truth. what’s not fair, however, is for emmie to have no involvement/understanding of these events apart from a twisted narrative she heard from one person and dog pile them into her claims of my behavior to further paint me as a villain. emmie is more than entitled to have her beliefs on my character based on her own experiences, which she has provided her own evidence of, but simply slapping an “and i heard she also….” does not necessarily make claims true, and is very manipulatively thrown into the post to add a list of things that make my character questionable to further validate her point.
not only this, but she has made a point to openly admit that she and her friends have collectively mocked me for my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, who they have apparently labeled as my “fake” boyfriend that i used to get attention on this app. quite plainly, i get enough attention on my blog that i don’t need a fake boyfriend to amp that up. but furthermore, i am a south asian, muslim individual. my parents are immigrants with very strict religious and cultural beliefs that i feel are very restricting at times, and though i love my family, i struggle with my identity quite a bit as i live in a very western culture that clashes quite a bit with my cultural norms. i do not get to freely explore my sexuality or even romantic life in general, unlike some of you. my parents have been kept in the dark about my relationship because them knowing about it is something that could quite literally create a rift between us, and i find it very insulting and almost suspicious that a white girl is making a mockery of my cultural struggles and my personal life. many of you are either desi or muslim or simply children of strict immigrant parents with quite stubborn traditional views. i’m sure plenty of you understand where i’m coming from when i say that i have to keep my relationship hidden from the majority of the people around me. tumblr is the one place i can anonymously share bits and pieces of my life without worrying about if it will literally cost me my relationship with my parents, so sometimes i may have overshared silly or pointless things, but that is because it’s my own way of being able to express myself and my relationship the way i have always wanted to. apart from that, dragging and making a joke out of someone’s personal life is quite unnecessary in this case. the issue is about tumblr discourse, and i find it very hypocritical that i am being labeled a bully when people, more specifically a white and privileged individual, is plain and simple mocking and poking fun at my personal life and situation that i have no control of. that is my piece on that. whether some of you believe i had a partner or not is not my business, nor do i have to go out of my way to show you evidence of my personal life. what i will say, however, is that there are a handful of close friends i have on this app who are involved in my personal life and have seen evidence of my love life through pictures and private stories on social media. quite frankly, these are the only individuals who i have to justify the validity of my personal life to, and it’s honestly quite violating for someone to stoop to dragging someone’s outside life into issues about tumblr. i extend a very genuine fuck you to every single one of you that have ridiculed my personal relationship and just know that you are extremely bold to consider yourselves above bullying when this is the type of behavior you admit to engaging in. individuals with complex familial relationships, and identity struggles between cultural norms, their ethnicities, and the western world are not your playground to make a joke out of. some of us have very real struggles, such as not being able to pursue careers in favor of arranged marriages, not being able to pursue actual relationships that mean something to us due to a lack of familial approval, being forced to bear children at young ages due to familial pressure, and so on. they are not laughing matters, and are a part of my reality. and before some of you get started—yes, it really is that serious. i have struggled my entire life with having white girls poke fun and tease at my cultural norms, and i refuse to allow another white and privileged individual who already has a record of racially related discourse walk away with once more poking fun at my personal struggles and not be called out for it. i hope you had a good, long, satisfying laugh emmie.
onto my next points based on claims @/anantaru has made about me. the main thing i’d like to really point out here is that anantaru and i have never, not even once, interacted to the extent of my knowledge. they claim that cat and i cannot stand it when people cross us in numbers and that we go through people’s likes in order to find minors and blank blogs to explain all the notes. a) i am very bad at checking for minors and blanks in my own notes, so this is not even a logical approach on my end, but b) this claim is made because cat made this post under the tags of a post going around last year that asked to hear unpopular ficblr opinions.
what cat means to articulate here is that sometimes, when she is scrolling on dash and interacting with moots and their shit/talk-posts, she peeks at profiles she sees in the notes and has happened to catch minors lurking. cat, firstly, has never followed anantaru, so they are not a “victim” to cat glancing at their likes, but secondly, this is not nearly as psychotic as it’s painted out to be. cat is not, and was not, jealous of other blog's notes. quite plainly, she’s not exactly a tiny blog either, and she’s only stumbled upon minors in the talks-posts of moots, including me. shit-posts/talks-posts are easy to notice minors lurking on, and while most people recognize that it’s quite impossible to catch every minor and ageless blog in writing posts with numerous notes, a simple shit-post on dash is more simple, and her unpopular opinion was simply that blogs that grow rapidly need to be better about catching those minors because they are susceptible to having more of them lurking. it’s a really harmless sentiment, and she’s gently reminded me as well on more than one occasion to be more responsible about my habit of being lazy when scouting for minors in my interactions.
this is not out of jealousy, nor is it some sick and twisted habit she has to “explain” why people get more notes than she might get. it’s also out of a place of concern for her own content ?? i myself and plenty of other large blogs reblog from mutuals, and they are well within their right to be concerned that perhaps minors are lurking on our pages and interacting with works we reblog from our mutuals. cat has voiced this concern to me before, also out of goodwill and simple concern for my content, her content, and minors in general. there is simply no need to twist it into her viciously looking down upon large blogs and their notes counts and claiming they’re “only because they don’t block minors.” admittedly, though, i do need to be better about catching minors, and i have always appreciated her trying to keep me in the habit of being responsible about it. more importantly, it was a small passing comment under a post of unpopular opinions, a lot of them were hot takes, and this is hardly a serious one to get so heated over.
i’d also like to point out that anantaru has claimed we blocked them for being a gatekeeper and because we’re jealous of their notes. 💀. a) i am very grateful and very happy with the level of interaction i get on my writing, as more people than i imagine leave me countless comments and reblogs. i have never had an issue with comparing my interaction with that of other writers because i have always been abundantly content with the interaction i get. i have no other comment on this other than cat and i blocked anantaru at the same time because we happened to see a post of theirs reblogged onto our dash that made a joke that we felt was a bit insensitive to/alluded to SA—i’m sure it wasn’t meant to be taken that way, but it made us uncomfortable regardless. while we are both dark content supporters, and i myself have read more than one fic that includes noncon in particular, it doesn’t mean we have to like/enjoy everything related to it and we simply decided to block them. i’m not going to bring this post up bc it’s simply not important. they are an adult who is more than entitled to make jokes on their blog and cat and i do not have to like them !! we simply did what we were well within our rights to do, and that’s blocking them.
there’s more they go on to say about receiving hate asks and that apparently it’s because of our “group of friends.” cat and i don’t have a group of friends. i don’t have any group chats with her besides the one with her boyfriend because i get along with him sometimes as well, and we used to play genshin together a lot when i was in low ar. not that i have to explain my friendships here, but i quite literally do not have a group of people to “send after” anantaru because people are well aware of my close friends, who i text with my personal phone number. i’ve posted silly screenshots of convos on my blog multiple times, and none of these friends overlap because i do not have a “group” of friends, just individual friends who i talk to one on one. cat is not friends with my other friends, and my other friends are not friends with her. there are no inner circles that conspire together to send anyone hate because i “tell them to.” and if there are screenshots of me explicitly encouraging someone to send hate on anon, i would love to see it. if i had sent my anons after anantaru, it would have to be a public post, and i’m sure if there were a post of such nature, it would have been brought to light by now. they have also claimed they were given multiple urls of mine to block. i only have ONE writing blog, @/saetoru, and the only other two that are still up are archived blogs @/hanmine and @/katsuphilia, which are side blogs attached to saetoru and have been inactive for several months. there are however, multiple individuals on this app who also go by the name “tee,” and perhaps we have unfortunately been mixed up as the same person, but the only blog i have is saetoru, so there is no other active blog they have blocked me from that belonged to me and was able to harass them.
not only that, but anantaru has claimed that one person off anon sent them hate with a kaeya url which they insinuate to be me. once again, you are all more than aware of my history of urls, and many of you have all been here to see them. i’ve never once had a kaeya url, nor have i ever been particularly interested in kaeya outside of a small number of posts on a rare occasion. my genshin favorites have always been characters from sumeru and, at one point diluc, and once again i don’t have to ?? explain my selfships to you all ?? but literally, i have nothing to do with a kaeya blog or kaeya account, and im unsure why it’s being thrown into my name. quite frankly, i’m not sure what their moot has told them we have said about them, but the only conversations cat and i have ever had about anantaru was that one about the noncon joke, and that’s it. outside of that, there is literally no evidence of us speaking about this person because it simply doesn’t exist.
i implore you all to, instead of starting public discourse over things you hear, confirm them first. had anantaru reached out to me or cat and expressed that they are upset that we are supposedly spreading false rumors about them gatekeeping, then whatever misunderstanding it might have been could have been cleared. i would like to also point out that it is not above bullying when you simply dump numerous accusations that you have heard through half whispers from moots and provide 0 evidence for them. i am perfectly aware of why emmie may consider herself to have issues with me, but i have never had an encounter with anantaru, and truthfully, i’ve never actually even read their writing before. my main (and pretty much only) experience with them is seeing the joke i saw reblogged onto my dash, and as i stated earlier, the only thing i did for that was block and move one.
and lastly, the other point i’d like to make is that numerous blogs who i have been objectively very kind to have come out to take the opportunity to stomp on my character and reputation. for example, tumblr user @/osaemu, who used to follow me and interact with me quite often. i have always been excited to interact with her because she was really supportive of my gojo writing, and at one point, i had a small area of concern with her using the same exact title as me for a gojo fic. below are screenshots of our conversation regarding the titles.
i am quite confident that this is a very polite interaction, and i was very clear that i didn’t think that her writing elements, including gojo’s parent dynamics and his dynamics with the reader, were copied or even something that i felt she needed to change. i pointed them out as a way of indicating that between these parallels and between the fact that i know she reads my rb! gojo series, i find it difficult to believe that our fic titles being exactly the same is a coincidence, and it made me uncomfortable—my concern was not how she wrote gojo’s parents or his dynamic with reader. i never accused her of stealing ideas that were mine alone to use, all i simply wanted to do was shed light on the fact that based on these parallels, i figured the names being the same was a touch difficult for me to brush aside as a chance similarity. i was very clear to outline that i know these dynamics and themes in writing are generic, and that people can pull inspo from them because i have done the same thing. my only concern was the title, which i politely asked her to change, and she agreed. case closed. i have been, again objectively, quite kind to osaemu, and i had no intentions of blocking her like a moot had suggested because i felt it was a very silly issue to block over since she was very lovely to me.
i did, however, block her because she posted one-paragraph posts with multiple characters tagged. that’s not a crime on her end, and i’m certainly not here to police her posts in the tags, but as me and plenty of other people on this app have voiced multiple times, it is a bit irritating and feels like spam to see posts of these kinds in the tags so i blocked her. this is a very popular opinion and i refuse to be considered problematic for it. i am not here to police what constitutes an appropriate post to tag x reader tags on, and while i have made posts simply sharing my opinion on what i feel should and should not be tagged, osaemu is more than welcome to post whatever she feels she would like to into the tags. i do, however, block anyone who i come across who makes those kinds of posts because i simply don’t like them, and i don’t like seeing them. i don’t owe an explanation for why i block anyone, but seeing as i have been painted as some bitch for doing so, here is my reasoning. quite a lot of people agree on this sentiment, and to each their own, but i don’t enjoy seeing those posts. i did also unblock her at one point, as she mentioned. this is simply because a mutual of mine had voiced that they felt someone had copied the concept of their drabble, and i was helping them word a message to send, so i went back to this exact conversation to look back on what i said because it was a similar situation. as you know, blocking someone hides their dms from your dm list, so i had intended to temporarily unblock her just to see how i worded my message to help formulate a message for a mutual. there were no screenshots sent, i simply wanted to jog my memory of my points, that’s all. i did forget to block her again for a bit but eventually did, and that’s the extent of our interactions. i don’t recall posts telling people that i condone sending anons with death threats like she has claimed, and if she could point out the particular posts i have made where i encourage people to send anon death threats on my behalf, i would be more than happy to clear them up, or address them.
i have admittedly, on a few occasions said in my responses to anon hate itself, the phrase “kys” out of frustration, and there are i’m sure conflicting opinions on that, but i do not regularly use this phrase in my vocabulary. i have been on the receiving end of graphic sexual and violent asks in my inbox regarding me, my teenage sister, and my mother, during my time on here, and sometimes out of frustration i have said less than dignified things, but this is not a constant behavior, and frankly, i think once people make graphic, violent, and inappropriate comments about my 16 year old sister, saying “kys” in response is not the greater of the two evils. it is a tad bit hypocritical to expect benevolence from me to an anonymous hate ask just because there is “another person” at the end of the screen when they have not extended the same sentiment to me.
all of that being said, jumping on the trend to trample on someone while you have the opportunity to because you’re bitter they blocked you is also no better than bullying. apart from blocking osaemu, I have taken careful steps to always be respectful to her due to the very kind comments she’s left on my writing. leaving nice comments on my writing is deeply appreciated and welcome, but that doesn’t mean i have to subject myself to seeing posts i do not want to see on my dash on my phone. i pay for the phone bill, so i will cater my phone to show me what i want to see, and if that includes blocking a few people, i am allowed to do that !! i should not have to apologize for or be crucified for blocking someone and their feelings being hurt over it.
not only this, but several of you have somehow started a rumor that i am 26 or even pushing 30. that’s nowhere close to the truth. i’m 21, soon to be 22, and i have stated multiple times i am an undergraduate college student. of course, there is no timeline to college, and people of all ages complete their undergrad degrees, but i have made it a point to vent about my concerns numerous times that i am very stressed about taking extra classes every semester to compensate for changing my major late because i want to graduate on time. my graduation year is 2024 (as would make sense seeing as i will be 22 years old), and if you don’t believe me, i have celebrated my bday on april 12th of every year this blog has been active. you’re more than welcome to check my archive to see if that’s true, and for further reference, here is a picture i have sent to mods of servers i am in to be accepted. (note that my url used to be hanmas before saetoru.)
although there is no shame in being 26 or pushing 30, the reason why i wanted to address this is that i wanted to point out that yet another rumor has been fiercely pushed on my name and has been believed to be the truth. no one has to walk away from reading this post assuming that i’m a saint and i have never done anything wrong or that i have been faultless in differences i’ve had with other people. but a lot, if not all, of these claims are exaggerated with 0 evidence, and people have just run with claiming them as true. i physically cannot deny a large majority of these rumors with evidence or screenshots because half of them are made by people i have never interacted with or talked to, and i cannot produce evidence for interactions that never happened. i have seen blank, burner blogs post stories of their experiences with me, one in particular that claims i dm’d them to tell them their hanma fic was breathtaking before i harassed them about their theme, boyfriend, and parents. a) i do not dm anyone to compliment their fics because i am simply too shy to do that. i would have only reblogged the fic with comments if i enjoyed it. b) again, there is no evidence on their part, and i cannot dispel this story with evidence of my own because evidence of conversations that never took place does not exist. and c) i would like to think i do not come across as dense enough to attack someone in their dm’s viciously about their boyfriend and parents openly with my account, where they could easily spread the proof around if it had actually happened. i am not responsible for people’s internet literacy, and if people believe every story that is shared with not even a small piece of proof that it took place, i cannot do anything besides simply urge you all to formulate your opinions based on what you see, not based on what you hear.
i would also like to end things off with an apology to all of you—mainly because there was no reason for so many of you to be dragged into something that did not involve you and also because there are very disturbing and important issues going on right now in real-time in the world that are affecting a lot of people. i never want to be involved in something that takes attention off of important discussions such as genocide, and while many of you like to claim i am deflecting, i think it is quite telling that some people have posted nothing about something this important but have made multiple posts regarding discourse. i did not feel it was appropriate at that time to focus on discourse, and i still do not think so, but i wanted to leave off with my own statement.
i would also like to apologize if i have ever come across as unkind during an experience with me; it is never my intention to be that way purposely. i have a habit of being petty sometimes and can be a bit short-tempered, and it’s something i work on. with as large of a following as i have, sometimes it’s better not to say anything at all than say it—however vaguely it might be. i hope some of you who also have larger followings keep that in mind so that you can avoid discourse erupting into something grand scale. please vent to people you trust and be wary of having a habit to subpost. but mainly, please remember that people trusting you with their feelings and troubles is not something you should take pride in spreading. there is nothing to be proud of about sharing people's private socials, urls, and conversations. while i am not always able to keep my temper under wraps, and while i have had my fair share of petty moments, i, to the best of my ability, have always made sure that i don’t come across as intentionally cruel or mean, nor have i purposely broken someone’s trust. sometimes i have retaliated back a bit fiercely, but i stand by the fact that i never purposely chased or drove anyone off, mocked or belittled them, or sent people over to dislike/hate them. i have at times vented to those who i believe are people i can trust, sure—but this is something we as people are all guilty of. there’s no way any of us can hold one person more accountable than others for partaking in closeted conversations that are never meant to get back to people and hurt them.
i genuinely loved, and still love, writing very much, and i have always appreciated every ask, every reblog, and every comment. writing is a hobby i am greatly passionate about, and it’s always a hobby i was very excited to share with people on here because i don’t get to share it with people irl. i don’t willingly tell people irl that i enjoy making elaborate plots about anime characters, and i have always been very excited to share that hobby with you all, whether you are a reader or writer. i’ve read fanfiction for a very long time before i ever decided to try my hand at writing it, and i would never want to knock other people down simply because they “surpassed” me. i enjoy finding writers to read from, especially those who write better than me, because they are where i draw the most inspiration and motivation from. the moots i look up to most are moots who are in my opinion, far stronger writers than me, and moots who i always firmly believe deserve much more reach than i do on their stories because they’re far more fleshed out and in-depth than anything i can produce. and i am proud of them !! and even those of you who feel you are stuck not getting as much reach as you would hope, i am proud also of all of you for picking up a google doc or pen and writing and trying, whether you choose to share it or not. i will always strongly encourage you all to try your hand at writing if you have ever considered it because i have genuinely built such a better sense of self-esteem when being able to incorporate pieces of myself in my stories and express parts of who i am—i think some of you might really enjoy the catharsis that writing brings, and if you ever debate on trying it out, please do !! you might become really passionate about it.
anyway, this post is abysmally long. none of it is to clear my name in hopes that i will be “un-canceled” (LOL) because i have decided saetoru is long overdue to be put to rest. i hope you can all, at the very least, allow other writers some peace and stop harassing them in their inboxes for knowing me (because that is also bullying and very ironic of you), and i hope you all got some sort of understanding of where i am coming from. if you think poorly of me, that’s okay. i have an opinion of myself, and the close people who surround me, that i am confident in, and while i may not have always handled things in the brightest of manners, i am well aware of what my intentions have always been.
i’m deeply grateful to all 41k of you, and thank you for reading my works and allowing me to write for you !! thank you for all the very, very kind asks that i never got a chance to fully answer each one of, and thank you especially for all the supportive comments and love on the writing i’ve posted. they might be silly fics you read once and moved on from, but they’re all pieces of me, my life, and things that are important to me, and as cringe and cheesy as it sounds, it means quite literally everything to me when people read them and take away something from them.
also, as a parting gift, i will be posting the nerd gojo, ex-convict geto, and a marriage rb! gojo fic to my ao3 (also saetoru) for those of you who have been patiently awaiting those wips to enjoy. please (a little more patiently) keep your eyes peeled for those <3 i will no longer be posting or active on saetoru, and in the event that i keep writing, it will be posted on my ao3, so you all will know where to find me !!
so for the last time, i love you my little runts !! wishing you all the best, and goodbye to my lil saetoru bestees.
mwah !!
— tee <3
ps. i also have turned off reblogs for this post and limited replies to people i follow only. a lot of you will jump to say that it’s simply because i am “hiding,” but it is solely because i have said my piece and i intend to move on. thank you and have a lovely day shawtee ✌🏽
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Olá, adoro suas histórias, meu escritor favorito, queria solicitar alguns proxies×leitores quando ficarem com ciúmes, tipo sfw e nsfw, se não for incômodo, desculpe
TRANSLATION: “Hello, I love your stories, my favorite writer, I wanted to request some proxies×readers when they get jealous, like sfw and nsfw, if it's not bothersome, sorry”
Ola amor! I don’t speak Portuguese unfortunately so I hope google translate did its job correctly! I’m so glad you like my work and requests aren’t bothersome at all! 🖤
THE PROXIES WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS
TIM:
Tim gets more insecure when he’s jealous rather than Masky
He’d probably put his hand on your waist protectively when he feels like someone is showing off a little too much or their words are getting risky
Just small acts of protectiveness from him and quick glances to you to make sure you’re alright and they’re not bothering you
If you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s advances he won’t hesitate to step in and tell them to fuck off
He walks a fine line between himself and Masky when he has to step in
But as soon as he gets a punch in it’s like a light switch that flipped. Immediately having Masky front. It’s something about violence that makes it flip
But if you look like you’re enjoying their advances he’ll be absolutely heartbroken. He’d stay by your side until you got back home then immediately hole up in his room or go for a long walk
Either way you won’t be seeing him for a while. It’ll be until you confront him about his odd behavior that he avoids you
BRIAN:
Silent upset. You can see it on his face that he’s irritated with their attempts to flirt with you. His eyebrows furrowed and fire beginning to burn in his eyes
He won’t let anyone take you and he knows if you tried to leave he’ll only bring you back. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get irritated when they try to flirt with you when they see you’re obviously taken
Another protective hand on the waist kind of guy
If he truly feels like they’ve gone too far he might step up to them, not to the level that Hoodie would but still rather agressive
Unlike Tim, Brian can get a few punches in and still stay in control of himself but he doesn’t like to get violent when he’s not working
Will absolutely find the person flirting with you later and beat them to a slow painful death with his pipe. Or if he’s feeling generous he’ll shoot them quick
Gives you the silent treatment for a while if he could see you were enjoying the advances made by the other person
He’ll have a serious talk with you when he’s finished being silent. Even then he’s not much of a talker when it comes to the conversation
MASKY:
Loses his shit. Immediately lunges at the person and throws them to the ground.
In an instant he’s on top of them choking them out, probably slamming their head against the ground while he’s at it
They’d be lucky to be alive when he’s done with them
When they’re taken care of he’ll pick you up and take you home
(NSFW) When y’all get home he’s fucking you so you know you’re all he cares about
Possessive as fuuuuck
HOODIE:
Will stand behind you as they try to start flirting with you and he’ll silently pull up his hoodie to show the gun in his waistband.
Hopefully they get the hint and fuck off
But if they don’t he’d gently take your hand and bring you outside while he goes back in and takes care of the person
He doesn’t like you to see him get so violent 🫠
“TICCI” TOBY:
Feral. There’s two routes this man will take and it completely depends on how he’s feeling that day
First route is if its been a rough day he’ll absolutely lose it when it’s almost warranted. Screaming shouting and making a scene
He’d probably punch them if they touched you at all
Will absolutely find them and kill them later too
But if it’s been a decent day he’ll grab your wrist (harder than he thought) and drag you home
You’ll ask him why he freaked out and he’ll be completely honest, telling you exactly why.
He was worried you’d want someone more normal than him, he wanted to show you he loved you and he can protect you
#creepypasta#marble hornets#creepypasta requests#creepypasta headcannons#creepypasta hcs#marble hornets headcanons#masky marble hornets#hoodie marble hornets#brian thomas#tim wright#ticci toby#toby rodgers#creepypasta proxies#headcannons#anon ask#asks open
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love’s lethal bouquet
concept: in which the floral shop boss is in love with you—and isn’t a human.
—momster
—a/n: well i havent posted in ages because of how bad my writers block was :( and i’m vvvvv iffy about this one. this is much more subtle and tamer than my usual too, but at least its something for the valentine’s day?
anyway, ima try and tackle a commission i owe next so please take care yall<3
—tw / tags: gn reader, implied drugging intention, implied teratophilia, implied exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.
—featured character(s): the floral shop boss / plant monster (implied)
Valentine's Day proves to be one of the busiest days at the floral shop where you work. Breathing in the heady floral scents that permeate the store, you find yourself in continuous motion, assembling bouquets of pink roses, carnations, violets, and every red flower known to man into the van. With your back straining from the constant lifting, you absently listen to the gentle voice of your boss reassuring an irritated customer about their belated delivery—
and you wince.
Although you should be in a rush taking care of the deliveries, you tiptoe inside the back of the shop to avoid interrupting your boss—
But he merely hangs up the phone upon seeing your flustered face.
“S, sorry—” You begin.
He shakes his head with a gentle smile playing on his thinly bearded lips and says, “Don’t worry about it, love.”
The way he addresses you as ‘love’ used to bother you. It always seemed so…formal, old-fashioned, but coming from him—your boss—he somehow makes it work without needing to force the romantic undertone. Perhaps it is because he is on the older side and being a foreigner in this little town of yours.
The town lies deep within the trench of an endless forest, and you wonder how your boss had found his way here.
His arrival several years ago stirred many gossips about him, with him keeping his lips sealed about his past, but everyone slowly warmed up to him. His succulent blooms, never seen before even in the gardening magazines, certainly helped. Now, your boss is a familiar face among the townspeople, with very few not knowing who he is. And, of course, his handsome and charming demeanor won the hearts of many too.
“But I would’ve made the deliveries on time if I didn’t eat brea—” you try.
His piercing green eyes soften as you nervously fixing your rolled sleeves. You halt when he suddenly leans in.
“Boss—?” You rasp at the new weights on your shoulders, trying to pay no mind to the strange dark strains on his thick fingers.
The way he held you was almost…fond—
And he pushes you outside to the doorway. “Go finish the deliveries, won’t you?”
“Really?” You huff, trying to ignore the red tinge to your cheeks and the heavy thumping of your heart.
Your boss smiles that damnable handsome smile of his and pats you on your head, saying, “Get to it. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can give you your little Valentine’s Day bonuses for working so hard.”
While giving his employees gifts during holidays and special events is not new to your boss, you still perk up in eagerness and reward him with the biggest smile you can muster. As you dart away with a confident promise to complete the deliveries, he watches you scurry to the van, inhaling sharply,
“Soon.”
Your boss murmurs, rubbing his knuckle with his other hand—as if to hide the sudden green spot on it. Tiny vines emerge briefly, before he rubs them away and pivots back to his cash register where his impatient customers have started to queue. Flashing them with a dazzling smile to reassure frustrated customers with a wordless apology, your boss absently peers over to his office.
There, on his desk, is the special bouquet he prepared for you and only you.
Imagining you burying your face into the fragrant cluster of your favorite flowers, oblivious to the true intention of its purpose, the toxic drugging qualities meant to lure you into his arms—into his ivies and his binds of vines and creepers—had him biting back a shudder. Restraining himself before the antsy crowd, your boss rings up a customer with an invisible countdown ticking in his head.
A countdown to have you.
The blooms nearby writhe and shudder, with most dismissing it as mere breezes from the air conditioner.
It was not.
—end…?
#my writing#monster's writing. 👹#yandere#yandere imagine#yandere imagines#tetrophilia#exophilia#reader insert#long post#unedited#sfw#concept#gn reader#implied drugging intention#plant monster#floral shop boss#[[idk what to tag him lol]]#short#valentine's day
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Natiii hiii
If your requests are open, is it alright if I request a part 2 of the platonic sibling headcanons for your favourite Ikevamp boys? Where they find out that reader, their precious beloved little sibling, is actually in love with/dating Dazai. I think it would be hilarious xD
Take your time, and remember to put your own health first! ❤
Hi hoooo, Silveeeer! (if you don’t get it, you don’t get it; and it means I’m really old)
Platonic relationships are so cute! Half of them would die if the reader dated anyone, to be honest, HAISUEHSAUIEHSAUIEA. But oooohhh, it was fun to imagine my dearest Isaac! 🤍
I'm sorry it took so long and I hope you liked it! 🤍
gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them starts to date Dazai | Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon
Tags: minor spoilers for Dazai’s route; platonic relationships; sibling-like bond; teeny-tiny suggestive parts for Mozart, Jean, and Theo and Vincent (but still sfw, don’t worry!)
Notes: kind of a part 2 of this post, where gn!reader has a sibling-like relationship with them.
Isaac
“I’m dating Dazai.” — Do you hate him? He feels like you do now.
He was never overprotective or one to pry into your business, but he felt like he should tell you something about it. You are his dearest younger sibling, after all.
He won’t try to separate you not exactly. He just wants to make sure you’re okay — stop glaring at him!
He will ask for Napoleon’s help to have a talk with Dazai. Napoleon is there just giving moral support because he has nothing against the writer. Isaac is in such distress after this talk, he probably got some gray hair. Dazai teased him, and Napoleon didn’t help.
He will tell you about this and every other time Dazai teased him or pulled some kind of prank on him. Might he remind you it was Dazai who gave him wine and said it was juice at the last banquet?
He can finally have a proper talk with Dazai — without being embarrassed or teased — a few weeks later. He can see now that Dazai really cares for you, and his teasing has lessened (but didn’t stop; it never stops).
Just remember your brother is a contrarian, okay? He’ll complain and grimace when he sees you two kissing, but he’ll help you out if Dazai ever tries to avoid you again. He really hopes you two stay together forever; he wants to see you happy.
Now stop bringing him apples every day with the excuse that you’re taking care of your family, Dazai!
No, Dazai, he doesn’t need someone too! Stop trying to set him up with random people!
Mozart
“Dazai asked me out and I said yes.” — “Pfff, no, you didn’t.”
And it’s not because it’s Dazai. It’s because you’re dating. That’s it.
Overprotective brother activated successfully. Every breath you take, every step you take, he’ll be watching you.
Seriously, he’s watching you two like a hawk. You thought Theo had brother issues? Pff! He won’t leave you alone. Or he’ll try to not leave you alone, but Dazai is too cunning and he always finds a way to evade Mozart and take you with him. Your brother might be fuming by now.
He doesn’t even try to talk with Dazai; he just knows he’s not worthy of you. No one is.
You end up having ‘the talk’ with Mozart. Does he remember when he was having a composer’s block, and Dazai helped? That’s how you start your list of “why Dazai is the safest vampire you could date”. You end the list playfully asking if he’d prefer if you dated any of the other writers, like Arthur, and you swear his eyes twitch with only the thought of it.
He tries to keep his pettiness in check for you. Keyword: try. Spoiler alert: he’s not good at it.
He never sees bite marks on your neck, so he thinks everything is okay and still… decent. He freaks out when Arthur points out that Dazai might be biting you on other parts of your body that don’t show when you’re fully dressed. You want to kill Arthur, while Dazai is just giving that closed-eyes smile of his.
Congrats, overprotective brother is back again at full force.
Jean
“I’m dating Dazai.” — “Alright.”
Chill brother ftw!
Sweet, clueless, and innocent brother doesn’t see anything wrong with your relationship.
He’ll just make sure this is what you want and that you’re really happy. He doesn’t need much assurance. He trusts you, and he knows you never lie to him.
He doesn’t have a problem with Dazai, so why should he be worried?
However, he will miss spending more time with you in the beginning of your relationship. So Dazai makes sure to include him in your plans sometimes. He might even help you teach Jean how to write and read. (This is too wholesome to imagine)
Jean doesn’t even know what ‘the talk’ is. The roles are reversed: Dazai ends up having it with him, and you’re freaking out. It ends well though; it seems your new boyfriend didn’t say anything weird. This time.
His only problem might be if he sees you two leaving the same room in the morning. He won’t think much of it until Arthur makes some comment about it. And now Jean thinks you two need to get married. Congrats and thank you, Arthur.
Arthur
“Dazai asked me to date him.” — “Oh, hell no!” — “Oh, hell yes!”
Anyone but him! Seriously! If you don’t want any of the other residents, he can introduce you to someone! He has some acquaintances downtown... That’s when you hit his arm and glare at him. Okay, message received.
He won’t have ‘the talk’ with Dazai, he can’t stand the idea of having this conversation with Dazai.
Again, are you sure you don’t want someone else? If you want a writer, even Shakespeare could be acceptable… You hit him again. Fine! Shakespeare wasn’t acceptable either anyway; he was just desperate.
Dazai doesn’t tease Arthur, so your brother will bring up the times Dazai teased you, like that time you two got stuck downtown because of the rain.
And you bring up the times Dazai helped you, or when he tried to cheer you up. You even list all the times he tried to help him, and Arthur was rude to him.
Touché.
Canonly, he wants to see you breaking Dazai’s masks. So he might accept your relationship just so he can see it and finally be able to read him. Spoiler alert: he still can’t read Dazai, and it drives the sore loser him crazy sometimes.
But you can, so he has to shut his mouth and support you. He’ll be happy for you, eventually.
Theo and Vincent
“I’m dating Dazai.” — “You’ve got the worst taste in men.” — “Oh, congrats! Can we all have lunch together sometime?”
Guess who said what.
Vincent is really happy for you! He already knows Dazai, so he doesn’t need to make sure he is a nice person for you.
Theo is not happy for the exact same reason: he knows Dazai.
He protects you like he protects Vincent and sometimes even more because you are younger. Did you know Dazai goes to the casino? What else does he do downtown? Do you know? Do you seriously trust him?
You have to throw back at Theo that he goes to the pub with Arthur all the time. What does he do there? Why does he only come back in the morning? … Okay, he got it.
Theo promises that he’ll try to contain his brother issues if you’re too upset with him. He doesn’t promise he’ll succeed. Vincent is gladly there to scold him every time.
Vincent will ask if two can pose together for a new painting, while Theo will glare and curse a lot. It’s a lovely painting that you hang in your bedroom.
They’ll both be mad if you shed a single tear because of the writer. Dazai better run, and he better run fast because an angry Vincent is even worse than an angry Theo.
“Sleeping with Dazai is one step removed from sleeping with Arthur.” (he actually says it in Dazai’s route) WAIT. You haven’t slept together yet, have you? HAVE YOU? Vincent had to drag him out of the dining room because Dazai gave that signature smile of his and said, “Oh my, I can’t remember.”
(Imagine Theo lashing out, and Vincent just goes, “Calm down, they just slept together! What’s wrong with sleeping?”)
Theo will try to find a way to have ‘the talk’ with Dazai without you and Vincent knowing. It’ll turn out surprisingly fine, and he starts to trust Dazai a little more. A little.
Arthur is talking about the bite marks not being visible when you’re fully dressed again, just so he can see his best friend losing his mind. Vincent doesn’t understand what’s the problem; he thinks it’s in your arms or some innocent place. God bless this angel.
Theo is back at glaring and cursing.
Napoleon
“Dazai asked me out.” — “Alright, have fun.”
Chill brother ftw! #2
He knows Dazai and he has nothing against him.
He trusts you and your decisions, so he won’t pry or be an overprotective brother mode.
He taught you self-defense and he knows you’ll come to him if you need something anyway.
He will talk to Dazai, but it won’t be exactly ‘the talk’. He just wants to make sure he’s not just killing time with you, even though that’s not something he believes the writer would do… But he’s gotta make sure. It was nice, like friends chatting to catch up on their lives, y’know?
If Dazai runs away from you like he does on his route before you start dating, he will not be pleased. But he will try to help you out, if you ask.
If a single tear is seen in your eyes, you bet he throws the chill-brother-state-of-mind out of the highest window of the mansion along with Dazai.
Seriously, he won’t freak out about your relationship, and he won’t do anything unless you ask him to. He really just wants you to be happy.
He’ll try to read Dazai’s books. Gotta support family.
(Can we imagine him ruffling your hair and then ruffling Dazai’s hair? Okay, sorry…)
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hey guys
real talk for a minute so pls read on in regards to the blog
Due to issues of my own (trust me, yall didn’t do anything wrong) I will be making this an inactive account.
don’t worry, I’m not deleting the blog. Nor am I going to shut it down. I just won’t be writing anything new for it. I’m leaving everything as-is, but I will be closing ask box. No new requests will be taken or written from this point forward.
to everyone who’s requests I’ve continuously been putting off for one reason or another, I am sorry. I thought I could do it, and I apologise for getting any hopes up. There are plenty of other writers whom I would be more than happy to recommend—wonderful people with skills that are truly admirable.
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Black Swan/ d.r.w pt. 5
part 4
Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader
Word Count: 6383
Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS SFW, HOWEVER OTHERS MAY NOT BE! another one of those dreams, extremely descriptive details of a car accident, panic attack, alludes to depression, period talk, body image issues, soft caregiving danny, lots of crying, the most painful fluff
A/N: sorry it’s been over a month… i think i’ve finally figured out the storyline and hope to update more frequently! thank you to everyone who helped me out of the writers block for this piece! also made a playlist (finally)
black swan playlist (x)
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“Y/N? Where are you?”
You try to open your eyes in response to the oddly familiar voice as it grows louder from you ignoring it. You’re finally able to work your eyes open and take in your surroundings. You’re sitting on a scratchy grey carpet in your notorious tiny black dress, back against the cold wall. You look around to see you’re in a bedroom before it dawns on you the exact setting.
“Y/N? I’m not kidding, where are you? Are you okay? Helloooo? Answer me, Y/N.” You feel waves of sound rumbling in your hand, you look down to see you’re on a phone call.
Ryan🤞🏻💛
3:33
Ryan? What is going on?
“No. I-I’m at Savannah’s. I need you to get me. Please?”
Fuck. Reliving the night of the accident.
“Yeah, of course. Can you send me your location?”
You watch as your hands that don’t feel like your own fumble to share your location. You’ve relived this moment so many times before, but you’d never been able to change the outcome no matter what you did.
“Stay on the phone with me so I know you’re okay.”
Not again. This happens every time. Why can’t I change it? Why can’t I hang up?
“Okay, hurry? I’m scared, Ryan.”
No. No. No.
“I know, buddy. It says 20 minutes, I’ll be there in 10. Don’t move and don’t hang up.”
Each time that god forsaken word leaves your lips you wish it were you instead of him. Your mind continuously forces you to relive the guilt that’s been eating away at you for years. The one place you could save him but you’d never been able to.
“Stop! Stop you fucking idiot!” Ryan’s voice fades out as the sound of car horns and crashing vehicles echo around the room.
“Ryan? Ryan, are you okay?” You try to scream over the blaring horns, only to receive a faint answer that you’re still not entirely sure you hadn’t made up.
“Tell mom I love her.” His voice sounds as if his lungs are drowning, choking on his own blood as it fills them.
“What’s happening? Answer me! What the fuck, Ryan?” Your questions are shortly answered by deafening sirens wailing in the background.
After trying for so long to wake up, you feel your eyes open, but your surroundings are nothing but a black slate. You look around only to be met with nothing but darkness and the sound of water dripping into a puddle.
Not again.
An illuminated figure starts to approach you from the darkness, this time in no form you recognize. It begins humming a tune you’ve never heard as it approaches you. Its stride is struggled, each step dragging as it approaches you.
“Follow him, for he is the light.” It reaches a hand out to you with an orb in it, speaking in a distorted yet familiar voice.
“What is this? Who are you?” You try to scream, but the air in your lungs feels limited.
“He is the light, let him guide you to peace. He is the key.”
The orb is released into your lap, leaving a searing sensation against your thighs. You try to scream. Out of pain or for help, you’re unsure, perhaps both.
“Shh, s’okay. I’m right here. I have you.” A voice echoes through the abyss.
It’s him.
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“Shh, s’okay. I’m right here. I have you.” Danny kneels next to your bed, cradling you in his arms.
You feel his thumb gently graze your cheek until you’re finally able to open your eyes. He looks so worried, so scared.
“Danny?” You reach a hand out to touch his face, making sure he’s real.
“Morning, beautiful. I- are you okay? What happened?” He places his hand over yours.
“Nightmare. I don’t wanna talk about it yet.” Tears rush down your face mixing with the salty sweat coating your cold skin.
“It’s okay, when you’re ready.” He wipes the tears from your cheek. “I’m right here for you, always.”
You let go of him to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Your meeting?” You question.
“It’s only 7:45, I wanted to bring you breakfast before you left for work.” He gestures up to your dresser to the iced coffee and white paper bag. “Wanted to see you.”
“Thank you.” You stand up from the bed, allowing yourself to fall into his arms.
“Baby, you’re so cold.” Danny rubs his palms up and down your arms in attempts to warm your skin. “C’mon let's get you in the shower.”
Danny picks you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your head falling into the space between his shoulder and neck. His hands are supporting your weight right under your thighs, his thumbs rubbing up and down your skin. You close your eyes and take in his embrace, the scent of his cologne on his skin and the hair products holding his curls together. You tighten your limbs around him, wanting him closer to you. His hold on you tightens in response, only letting go when he sits you on the lid to the toilet. Danny cups your face and places a kiss on your lips before hesitantly pulling away. He leans over and starts the shower, turning the handle almost on the hottest temperature. The bathroom starts to fill up with steam in turn warming your skin. Danny saunters off to grab your clothes, returning a few minutes later with an outfit suitable for work.
“Do you want help?” He asks as he places your clothes on the counter.
“N-no. I got it, I think.” You move your tired arms to meet the bottom of your shirt.
“Okay. I’m gonna go feed Menchi and clean up a little. If you need me, call for me. I’m right here.” He gives you one more kiss before leaving the bathroom.
He leaves the door cracked as he exits, making it so you can hear one another. You step into the shower and everything comes crashing down onto you. Every pent up emotion over the last couple of years hits you like a truck. The heat of the water starts to become overwhelming, your body growing numb under the temperature. You rest your back against the harsh cold of the tile wall which only makes you feel worse. Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill with tears again, the once deafening sound of water hitting the floor fading into muffled nothing as you slide to the bottom of the tub. Guilt. Shame. Sadness. It all washes over you as you pull your knees to your chest, sobbing into the reddened skin. Between sobs you hear footsteps approach the door, followed by a knock on the frame.
“Y/N? You okay?” Danny quietly asks through the crack, only allowing himself past the threshold when he’s met with sobbing in place of a verbal answer.
You watch through the curtain as his broad figure gets closer to the tub. His fingers gently tug the curtain back enough for him to check on you.
“Baby…” His voice trails off, facial expression growing sad.
He continues to look at you, but you can’t tell in what way. Shame? Shock? You start to cry harder at the idea of his silent thoughts.
“No, no, no. Baby, don’t cry. Please? Tell me what you need.”
Worry. He’s worried. Scared, maybe?
“You. I-I need you.” You answer through hitched breaths.
No other thought crosses his mind, you need him and that’s all he had to hear. He climbs in fully clothed and sits next to you under the hot water, pulling you into his chest.
“Shh, it’s okay, I got you. Breathe with me. Can you breathe with me?”
You nod and start to follow the cadence of his breath.
“I’m here, but you gotta talk to me. I can’t help you if you lock me out.” He runs his fingers through your soaking wet hair.
You lean into his touch allowing the comfort of his presence to soothe you. How could someone show so much love and compassion for someone like you? For someone so broken and hopeless? All you can do is get worked up again.
“Baby, you gotta talk to me. I need to know what’s going on in there.” He places a kiss on your forehead.
“It’s all my fault.” The tears work up again.
“Breathe, baby. What do you think’s your fault?” Danny rests his palm against your cheek. “What’s got my girl like this?”
All you can do is cry, it’s all your brain knows how to do when it comes to Ryan. Danny’s hold on you grows tighter as he tries calming you down, your weak body jerking in his arms.
“I h-had a dream- nightmare about Ryan again. I keep reliving it, Danny. I-I can’t save him.” You continue to fall apart in his embrace.
“Y/N…” He’s lost for words, stumbling over his tongue trying to find the ones you might need to hear.
“I-I told him to hurry up. And he got hurt trying to save me. Why does everyone get hurt trying to help me? What if you get hurt because you’re always so worried about helping me? Fixing me?” The words spill out of your mouth before you can stop them.
Danny pulls you to sit on his lap facing him. You wince at the wet denim against your bare skin. He pushes your soaked hair out of your eyes and you can finally see him. He looks hurt.
“I wish you could see what I do when I look at you.” His palms slide down your arms until his fingers find yours, perfectly locking them together. “You’re not broken, just a little hurt. I wanna help you, but you gotta let me.”
“It’s not your responsibility to take care of me, Danny. I should be able to do it on my own. I just don’t get why it’s so hard.”
“You’re right. It’s not my responsibility.” He pauses long enough for your heart to sink. “But as your boyfriend, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. So that’s what I’ll do. Just, please? Let me take care of my girl?”
Reminds you of your first date, too drunk to get dressed and even more so to remember any of it at all. You weren’t fortunate enough to forget this time, soaking in the reality. You nod and let your head fall, pressing your forehead against his, fingers still intertwined.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll take the day for just us, okay?”
“I can’t miss work, a-and your meeting. Jake said not to be late, I can’t imagine missing it would be better.”
“Fuck Jake. He can yell at me for it but he would do the same thing for his girlfriend.” He helps you stand up on your feet.
“I still can’t miss work, I’ll get in so much trouble.”
“I’ll handle it, it’ll all be alright. Just take as long as you want in here, okay? I’m taking these off and stealing something from your room.” He gestures to his now soaked outfit.
He peels the wet clothes off his skin and halfway wrings them out, tossing them into the sink as he grabs a towel. You hear his footsteps into your bedroom followed by drawers opening. Next his pacing through the kitchen and the sound of his phone ringing.
~~~~~~~~~DANNY’S POV~~~~~~~~~
“Hey, Jake. I’m not coming today, Y/N’s going through something and she needs me.”
“No excuses, you knew about this meeting before you knew about her.”
“You’re an asshole, aaand I’m not coming. You’d do the same for yours.”
“I advise you to rethink your little situation if you plan on letting her continue getting in the way of your job, Daniel. Don’t let it happen again.”
He hangs up before you can, doing you a favor at this point. You slowly creep up to the door to check on her before calling the daycare.
“Sweetheart, you okay?” You ask quietly so as not to startle her.
“Yeah, finishing up.” Her voice sounds so delicate, but so in pain. She’s hurting and you don’t know how to help her.
You take a second to watch her silhouette behind the curtain as she rinses the soap off her body. For years you’d feared domestication, watching your brothers fall in love never thinking you’d do the same. But here you were, missing a meeting about your new album and upcoming tour for a girl you’d give the world for.
Fuck. What am I gonna do with her when I’m on tour?
You snap out of your lovelust daze and quickly dial up Little Sunshine Academy.
“Good morning, Danny!” Laura’s voice rings through the other end.
You have to admit you were a little embarrassed that she already recognized your number, but you couldn’t help yourself to check up on Y/N even when you weren’t talking.
“Laura! Bad news, Y/N isn’t feeling well today, she’s not gonna be coming in.”
Silence, followed by a deep inhale before she speaks.
“Okay… This will have to count as a mark. I hate to give these, especially so early on, but failure to call in with significant notice is against our policy. The day starts soon and we’ll be short staffed. Thank you for the call, Mr. Wagner.”
Ouch, professionalism hurts.
The phone clicks before you can beg her to not give Y/N a mark. That’s two for two of people who’ve hung up on you today for the same reason. You hear the water turn off and the sound of her wet feet padding across the tile floor. Suddenly nothing matters again, just her. You fight the urge to go to her, instead opting to give her some space. The door opens and she shuffles out of the bathroom wearing just the much larger t-shirt and her underwear, wet hair sticking to the sides of her face. She looks so soft, so domesticated, you can’t help but to stare at her. You can’t help but to be so in love.
~~~~~~~~~~~Y/N’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~
He’s just standing at the end of the hall staring at you. You feel like a deer in headlights.
“Did I do something…?” Your voice is shaky, on the verge of tears yet again.
Why the fuck am I so emotional?
“No, baby, no. I just missed you. Did you eat your breakfast yet?” He starts walking towards you with his arms open.
“No, I feel sick. Can’t eat.” You shuffle towards him to close the distance, falling into his arms again.
Tears threaten your lash line once more as your head rests in the dip of Danny’s chest. You bury your face into him, trying to muffle your crying. Your head is pounding from all the sobbing, but you can’t stop.
“Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to do something today? Just me and you?” Danny asks as he pulls you closer. “I was thinking maybe a picnic?”
“I’m sleepy…” You mumbled into his chest.
“That’s okay. We can sleep, baby.” He places a kiss on the top of your head.
“Well, can we maybe go after?”
“We’ll see how you’re doing. Where do you wanna nap?”
You start to walk towards the living room and notice a new blanket across the back of the couch. You point to it and look at Danny suggesting he had something to do with its appearance.
“Oh, yeah. I found it the other day and thought you’d like it.” He looks at you nervously. “I-uh, you never told me your favorite color but you radiate yellow, so I hope I’m at least close.”
You’d never thought to mention your favorite color because the truth is, you never had a favorite. You phased through favorite colors like the moon, never on one for too long before changing. But at this moment, you’re growing a newfound love for yellow. The color that reminded him of you would now forever remind you of him. To find yellow in anything would mean finding a piece of him everywhere you go.
“Yellow is my favorite. I love it, thank you.”
Danny lets out a sigh of relief and walks over to the couch. He lays down, stretching his body out across the cushions as he reaches to pull you on top of him. You try to keep your weight off of him but he notices as soon as he reaches for the blanket. Your lack of breathing and poor effort to lean on your knees give you away entirely.
“You can lay down, you know.”
“Sorry, I just- I don’t want to crush you.”
“Woman, if you don’t lay down on me I’ll crush you.”
You let your body weight lay across him entirely, resting your head in the dip of his chest as he tosses the blanket over the both of you. You snake your arms around his torso to hug him close as you slowly drift away to the beat of his heart.
~~~~~~~~~DANNY’S POV~~~~~~~~~
You wrap your arms around her back and hold her as close as you can. Unsure of how much sleep she’d gotten last night, you’re positive almost if not all of it was a nightmare. You’re not tired, but it is painfully obvious she was exhausted, and the least you can do is be there for her. You could play a game on your phone, try to sleep, anything to make the time pass by faster, but you don’t. Ever since you’d met her, you’d found ways to make the minutes go by slower. You were always the one to keep occupied until the last second, but you’d finally found comfort in your wake knowing somewhere, somehow she’d be there. She had perfectly filled every gap in your life. You had no real way of explaining her, no words could ever scratch the surface. The best way to describe her is yellow, which you’d decided after talking about her for hours with Josh. A conversation that led you to realize Josh was also in fact a yellow person.
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“I can’t put it into words, she’s just so…” You stutter over thoughts.
“So, put it into colors!” Josh’s voice rings through the phone, sounds as if he’s here.
“What does that even mean, Josh?”
“Tell me what she reminds you of.”
“Sunshine. She’s warm and inviting. A beacon of light. I don’t know? I feel safe around her, like I’ve known her forever.”
“She sounds pretty yellow to me.”
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Your mind starts to wonder what colors everyone else would be. Jake’s red. Rational, passionate and a strong leader. Jake thinks everything through, probably too much at times, vigilant and sure to not mess up. Ever. Sammy would be green. Patient, caring and encouraging. Your best friend in the entire world, he’s always supporting you no matter how batshit crazy the idea may be at times. Josh and Y/N are yellow, granted for different reasons. Josh has always been the person to keep you going when you felt like giving up. He’s always offered his own mix of support and understanding, your personal rock. Y/N? She’s the kind of person that brings happiness to your life. Every moment spent with her, no matter how mundane, has always been extraordinary. She’d never once mentioned her favorite color, and all of her belongings are an equal amount of each, not one seemingly more favored than another. You can’t help but to associate yellow with her. Every time you come across yellow, she’s all you think of, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Yellow would always be her color, taking her everywhere you go. Even if she wasn’t physically with you, she’d be with you in the sun, the only thing you could use to describe her.
Her. What am I gonna do with her when I’m gone? I don’t even think I can go that long without her. What if she keeps having nightmares? Fuck. Jake is not gonna be happy about this, but I have to take her. She just started a new job, it would be selfish to ask her to take time off. How would she pay rent? I could always ask her to move in with me. Fuck, it’s way too soon for that. Tour doesn’t start for a little, I might actually be able to pull this off.
Your mind starts racing a million miles per hour, your heart following it. You calm yourself down so she can continue sleeping, avoiding your heart blowing out of your chest. You lay awake, unable to fall asleep even if you wanted to. You don’t want to miss a single second that could be spent looking at her doing anything else. The heat and weight of her must have lulled you to sleep because the next thing you know you’re being woken up by her trying to wiggle out of your arms.
“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I have to pee really bad.” Her eyes are puffy from crying, but god she still looks so gorgeous.
“It’s okay, here.” You sigh and let your arms fall to your sides, freeing her from your grasp.
You help her stand up, her body seeming much less weak from when you laid down. You watch her as she slowly walks towards the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her legs are covered in sleep marks and her hair is in every direction. You still can’t help but think this is when she’s the most beautiful. You sit up on the couch and click your phone on to show the time. It’s 12:12, and you have a ton of missed calls and texts from the boys.
Missed call Josh✨🎭 (4)
Josh✨🎭
Where are you?
9:13AM
Josh✨🎭
Jake’s pissed.
9:37AM
Josh✨🎭
If you don’t answer by 1, I’m coming over there.
12:29PM
Missed call Sammy🐛🎹 (2)
Sammy🐛🎹
Jake’s mad, what did you do…?
9:35AM
Sammy🐛🎹
Earth to Daniel??
10:57AM
Missed call Jake🔥🎸
Jake🔥🎸
I’m sorry for being a dick. Please let me know both of you are okay.
12:32PM
You respond to each of them, letting them know you and Y/N are okay. You hated not showing up, but what you hated more was the thought that Jake might have had a point about the meeting. How could he say she’s getting in the way? He was wrong for what he said, but that would be a discussion, or more of an argument, for another day. Today’s about Y/N, nothing else matters. You push yourself up from the couch and fold up the yellow blanket, tossing it over the back before walking towards the hallway to Y/N’s bedroom.
“I’m going to your room, okay?” You say as you pass the bathroom, she left the door cracked but you avoid peering in.
“Okay, I’m almost done.”
You walk in and fix up her bed before sitting on it, her sweet scent filling the space around you. You look around and see tiny pictures she’d tucked in around the edges of her mirror. Pictures of her and Ryan from all different ages, most notable, a Polaroid of them on their first day of senior year. The most important school year of anyone’s life that would become her recurring living nightmare.
~~~~~~~~~~~Y/N’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~
“Fuck.” You mumble to yourself, shuffling through the drawers and cabinets, hoping to find a stray tampon.
Explains why I’m so fucking emotional.
Between your new birth control and all the added stress of moving, you hadn’t gotten a period in months. By the grace of god you find a tampon tucked in a tiny travel case you’d packed for the trip down to Tennessee. Everything hurts, your back, head, hips, breasts, all of it. You feel sensitive in every meaning of the word, physically and emotionally. Once you’re situated, you wash your hands and splash cool water on your face, trying to bring down the puffiness. You pad into your bedroom and plop onto the bed next to Danny, face down with your feet dangling off the edge.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, rubbing his hand in circles along the exposed part of your lower back.
“Pain. Got my period.” You groan into your sheets. “But I’ll be fine. Can we have the picnic now?”
“Baby, if you hurt we can stay here.”
“I wanna go on a picnic.” You roll over under his touch allowing his hand to lay on your lower belly.
“If that’s what you want, then I’ll take you on a picnic.”
“Actually?”
“Yes, actually.” He giggles.
Our thing.
“Can we bring our blanket? The yellow one?”
“Of course, beautiful. Why don’t you get dressed? I’m gonna run home and get everything together.” He gets up and walks towards your door to leave. “I love you, I’ll be right back. Try to eat a little for me?”
“I will. I love you, too.” You jump up to give him a kiss before he leaves.
Hesitantly you reach into the white bag on your dresser, grabbing out the bagel he’d bought for you. You peel it apart and force down the thinner half, leaving the top cream cheese side up on a napkin, washing it down with the now not-so-iced coffee. Everything bagel with vegetable cream cheese, your new favorite. Well, you thought, but as you attempted to take on the other half, your tastebuds decided it was the worst thing you’d ever had. Feeling sick to your stomach again, you settle on contentment with the smaller half of a bagel. It would be good enough for Danny, and it definitely was good enough for you. You walk over and shuffle through your closet, looking for something relatively nice to wear. You indecisively flip through the hangers in your closet until your fingers stop at a long lavender sundress with an embroidered floral pattern alongside the edges. Perfect for the outing and weather, you grab it off the hanger and pull it over your head, running your hands down the fabric to flatten it out. You stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself, being anything but pleased with the way your body looks in the dress. You start to tear up at how you look for all the wrong reasons.
“Maybe once I do my hair?” You mumble to yourself.
You grab your brush and start at the ends, working up to your roots, being extra careful not to disturb your tender head from crying. Taking another look, you start to cry again.
Jesus fuck. Will I ever stop crying? What the fuck?
You lay back on your bed facing the ceiling as the salty streams leave your eyes and drip into your ears. Your eyes fall heavy and you fight to keep them open, but yet again you lose another battle as you start to fall asleep. You’re not out long enough to form a dream, at least not one worth remembering, before Danny comes in and wakes you up.
“I got everything in the Je- oh…” He quiets down and walks to your side, placing a hand on your knee and gently shaking you. “Afternoon, you look so beautiful. ” He kneels down next to you as you sit up, placing your hand on his.
“Hi, my baby. Sorry I fell asleep, I just-”
“No, no, no. No more apologies, it’s okay. If you’re still up for the picnic, we can take a nap in the meadow. I think you’ll like it a lot.”
You nod and he places a kiss on your knee before standing up, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the house. He grabs the blanket on the way through. Danny lays the seat back and covers you with the blanket and instructs you to nap, so you do. You curl into the fetal position facing him and he reaches over to intertwine your fingers with his, placing them on your knee. The ride was quiet, he didn’t have any music playing, just the sound of the wind blowing through the windows. The scent of the closing summer fills the space around you, perfectly mixing with Danny’s scent. He smells like bergamot and green apples, like home. More specifically his home, but any space he occupied was home enough. You’re quickly lulled to sleep by your surroundings.
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The salty breeze blows across your sun kissed cheeks, blowing your hair in every direction. You look across the vast ocean, watching the waves roll and crash into nothing as the sun sets on the horizon. You feel arms around you, Danny’s arms, pulling you into the comfort of his chest as he places a kiss to your jawline.
“My love,” He whispers in your ear before pulling away, allowing the wind to chill your exposed back.
As you turn around to face him, everything dissipates and you slowly come to your senses.
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“My love, we’re here.” Danny gently caresses your cheek with his hand, tucking the face framing strands of hair behind your ear.
You groan as you stretch your legs out and look around your surroundings. A huge meadow filled with various flowers and tall grasses, surrounded by trees in exception of one standing ever so proudly in the middle. The tree reminds you of Danny, broad and strong, providing perfect shelter. You’re lost for words at the sight of such beautiful scenery.
“Do you like it? Can’t remember how I found it, but whenever I need to clear my head, this is where I go.”
“I love it…” You choke through the words, trying not to get emotional but inevitably failing.
Tears start to form in your eyes once again at the thought of him bringing you here. Somewhere so intimately his, and he trusted bringing you here.
“You alright?” He asks in response to a sniffle you failed to muffle.
“Yeah, sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying so much.” Your voice is timid and shaky as you wipe the tears from your eyes with the palms of your hands.
“What did I tell you?”
“No more apologies?”
“No more apologies.”
“Okay, I promise.” You reach your pinky out to him.
“Actually?” He wraps his pinky around yours and pulls it to his chest, right above his heart. You can feel his pulse slowly increase the longer he looks in your eyes.
“Yes, actually.” You return the motion, pulling your hands against your heart.
Danny finally let’s go, accepting you simply never would if he’d let you. He gets out of the Jeep and opens the back driver’s side door, gathering everything into his arms before making his way over to open your door.
“Let me help!” You try to reach for something, anything to help lessen his load.
“Nope! It’s all me, baby.” He pulls his arms away from you, preventing you from grabbing anything out of his hold.
You stretch your arms out to make up the distance between the two of you and gently tickle your fingers against his ribs.
“Not ticklish.”
“Liar! I will find out where you’re ticklish.”
“Ooooh, I am shaking in my boots.”
Once you’re at the tree, Danny finally lets you take the blanket from his arms to lay down. You unfold the blanket and lay it down on the soft grass, plopping down onto it once you’re content with its position. Danny sits down across from you, placing the totebag he’d packed lunch into between the two of you. He pulls out two baggies, each with a sandwich in it, a tupperware with pretzel sticks, a couple oranges and two bottles of water.
“Turkey, right?” He asks, motioning a bag to you.
“You remembered?”
He ordered a turkey club at lunch for you that one time, you made a passing comment about how good it was and he remembered?
“Guess so. You seemed to like it at the cafe, so I was hoping, especially since they’re both turkey.”
“Hm.” You hum, biting into the sandwich. “And the pretzel sticks?”
“Bag of ‘em usually on your counter.”
“Creeper. Taking notes?” You tease.
“So, how’s my kitchen look from the bathroom?”
“ONE TIME.” You defend.
“Twice.” Danny corrects.
“Okay, twice times.”
“Twice times.” He says it as if he’s solidifying the statement, not picking on your slip up.
“Shut.”
He giggles and opens the tupperware with pretzel sticks, setting them in the middle more towards you. Your appetite has grown more since calming down and getting more rest. The two of you sit in silence, consuming the food he carefully and thoughtfully prepared to share with you.
“Orange?” He asks, tossing it towards you, seemingly knowing your answer.
Never one with a good hand-eye coordination, the orange lands in your lap. You pick it up and roll it in your palm as Danny starts to peel his. You watch him pull back the peel, followed by him getting all of the white stuff off.
“Can you peel mine? I don’t know how.” You nervously ask.
“Yeah, of course. Give.” He reaches his hand out and you let your orange roll from your palm to his.
He hands you his peeled orange, leaving both of his hands free to peel yours. You watch as he digs his thumb into the skin and strategically pulls back the peel, finishing the job off by removing all of the white bits. You offer him back his orange and reach for yours.
“What’re you doing?” He laughs.
“Giving you your orange?”
“Baby, they’re the same.”
“Well, yes but no.” You stammer.
He raises an eyebrow at you.
“Like, this one was yours and you peeled mine.”
“No, yeah, right. Well how about this?” He splits his in half and hands you one. “Now you can give me half of that one.”
You peel apart his orange and give him his half.
“Now it’s the same.” You smile, separating your halves into quarters and then smaller.
“Some of you and some of me, right?”
“Right.”
Comfortable silence fills the space between the two of you as you each eat your orange slices, sharing a metaphorical piece of one another. You slowly eat each piece of the orange, taking in every detail of it, the taste, texture, scent, finding comfort in knowing Danny’s experiencing the same as you. The sun warms your cheeks, making your skin physically feel how you feel on the inside right now. Warm. Content. Hoping he’s feeling the same, you finish the last piece of your orange, the half that’s actually his, at the same time as he does.
“Want any more?” Danny tips the container of pretzels towards you.
You shake your head and he snaps the lid back on the tupperware, storing it back in the totebag before tossing the bag onto a corner of the blanket. He lays down on the blanket, tucking one arm behind his head and laying the other out flat, signaling you to lay down with him. You flatten your dress out as you lay next to him, pressing the front of your body into his side. You lay your left arm over his torso and run your fingers in the grass just on the other side of the blanket. There’s not much distance between the blanket and the tree, but just enough for some grass and flowers to peek through.
“Toes?”
“Huh?” He asks, confused.
“Are your toes ticklish?”
“Guess you’ll find out one day.”
He brings his free hand to your hair, running his fingers through your semi-tangled locks.
“You know, I’ll always give you half, if you want.”
“What?” You whisper.
“The orange. I’ll always give you half. Hell, I’d let you have the whole thing if you wanted.”
“But then it wouldn’t be the same.”
“I know, but if you ever wanted.”
“Actually?”
“Yes, actually.”
“You can always have your half, I wanna keep it the same.”
Danny hums and removes his hand from your hair. You hear him plucking something from the ground behind you, moments later being met with the return of his hand. You look to the side and see a yellow buttercup tucked between his index and thumb, watching as he tucks it behind your ear. His hand leaves and returns a few times as he places more flowers in various spots in your hair. You decide to do the same, plucking any yellow flower you can find and tucking them perfectly between his curls. His hand finds a home against the center of your back, fingers tracing tiny circles over your spine. You reach your arm a little further to feel the trunk of the tree, tracing your fingers in the shape of a heart against the rough bark. Danny moves his hand from your back to grab his keys from his pocket.
“Are we leaving?” You choke up again.
Why am I crying?
“No, not leaving.” He grasps a key between his fingers and presses it into the tree, etching a heart into the bark.
After he perfectly rounds each edge, he scratches both of your initials in the center of the heart. You drag your fingers over the fresh marks, a piece of the both of you permanently engraved into the tree. His tree. You’re reminded again how this space is, or was, so intimately Danny’s, and he’d willingly, selflessly, invitingly made it yours as much his.
“I love you, Sunshine.” He sleepily speaks in almost a whisper.
Sunshine.
“I love you most.”
His hand has found its home on your back again, this time with more weight behind it. You rest your head above his heart, listening to the sound of his heart settle to the steady beat it does when he sleeps. You, for the first time today, find yourself unable to fall asleep. So instead you’ll lay here, in his space, and soak up his presence. Take in the world around you for all she has to offer in the arms of him. Let him guide you to peace. From this moment on, you decide to let him continue doing exactly that.
part 6 (1/2)
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Happy New Year! The CLJ prompt meme is open and ready for business. It's finally time to submit your prompts and get creating!
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About the Author
My names Mazi, but you can call me whatever. I was raised in a multi language household so English sometimes blurs for me if you can’t tell- don’t feel bad pointing out grammar or spelling mistakes. I use grammarly but i’m so used to having a real person to edit my stuff lol. I was convinced I was a lesbian my whole life but have a bf now so i’m confident in my ability to write mxf and fxf. I am going to get more comfortable with mxm though so I can make male!reader versions of my fics more realistically so everyone can thirst here.
I am a writer by nature (which means y’all can clown me when I post unedited things). I actually hate writing in second person and it’s my weak point (hence the blog). I am in university for history so I like to think I can write with a passable rate of literacy but I smoke weed and then post these bitches soooo. As I have a specialized field of study which means I am regularly working on actual journals and articles but I promise I will still try to post semi often.
Requests
Okay now the important part, how can you guys send requests to me or just thirst!!! I’m really using this as a fun way to help my writing get better. Some ground rules:
Ask box is not open rn but will be!! Submit anything within my guidelines listed below!!! I can not promise everything will be a full fledged fic but you’re 100% getting at least a little drabble essay. NSFW and SFW welcome
If you wanna attach like aesthetic pics / music to your request so I can fit the vibe you want better feel free
I will write for most characters though it may take me a few tries to try and characterize the person right.
I will probably end up being mostly a smut blog bc that’s what everyone wants but i’m still really interested in writing slice of life, fluff, or even angst (I am a sucker for happy endings though).
I’m more interested in na’vi x na’vi (or avatar) but I probably wouldn’t be opposed to na’vi x human every once and while. Just worried about portraying something like that accurately / safely possible anatomically.
I’m very interested in maybe world building the canon world of Avatar based on historical / anthropological facts I’m familiar with on Earth so ppl who request questions about life on Pandora or what living as a Na’vi is like for me to write about are getting a big kiss on the head
Important Rules
Ageless blogs and minors don’t interact with me i’ll block you lmao
I am comfortable with darker topics and kinks but I’m not interested in writing anything illegal or dangerous. Knife play, sure. Things like vore and shit? Absolutely not I will kink shame here. This is not a safe place.
Though i’m interested in the 2009 Avatar i will write for WOW characters as well
I’m begging y’all to not send me the same shit you send everyone else I see the same people asking for the same three scenarios
I put research into my fics so pls be patient with my postings, on top of that like I said I have an actual job I have to write for so be patient with my fried little brain
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Thank you! I'd be happy to request! I'd love a story with Mina Ashido x gn!reader (platonic if that's alright). Reader hasn't got a good sense of fashion, though they've always admired Mina for her expressiveness. Reader asks Mina for fashion advice, and Mina is delighted to help out. Is something like that okay?
PAIRING: Mina Ashido x Gender!Neutral Reader
NOTE: Yes this is so cute!! Sorry this took so long 💔 I had writers block for a good minute lol but hopefully that’s over with!
CW: fluff, platonic, SFW, gender neutral reader, reader’s a little insecure but is trying
Sometimes you found yourself envious of Mina.
She was always confident, had no hard times making friends, and had a fashion sense- something that you severely lacked. Living in the dorms and being around your classmates made that very obvious.
You wanted to be like Mina in a sense. You didn’t want to keep being holed in your room, avoiding going out with them. You didn’t want to keep missing game nights because you were worried what they would say about your outfit. You wanted to have fun too.
You wanted to express yourself freely and be comfortable in your own skin like the others were.
And you knew the one person that could help.
“Fashion advice?”
“Yeah.” You sheepishly answered, looking everywhere but at Mina. “My wardrobe is a little…outdated, to say the least. But I don’t know how to exactly fix it. And I know that you have a really great fashion sense so I was wondering if you could…help me?”
You would have continued rambling but you felt hands pace up with your own before you could.
“Of course I would love to help!” You swear that you saw literal sparkles in her eyes. “I have so many ideas on what we could do. I saw something the cutest outfit the other day that I think would look perfect on you-”
Mina’s excitement outshone your own right now, as she was already thinking of new things for you to try. When she let out a gasp, you were starting to get a little worried.
“We can go shopping!” She squealed. You didn’t have a chance to even respond before you were pulled out of her room and rushed down the hallway.
“We can’t waste any time- I know the first place we can go to!”
—
You looked different.
The outfit Mina had you try was…nice. Really nice. Like hard to take your eyes off of yourself nice. All of the outfits she had you try on was stunning- and it was hard to believe that the person in the mirror was you.
“Sooooo- what do you think?”
“I love it!” Mina’s excitement was contagious, and it was hard to wipe the smile off of your face. It was a breath of fresh air to see yourself like this. It felt refreshing- you finally felt comfortable.
“Good- me too! I love the way the colors pop against your skin, and the way they bring your eyes out too. This one we have to leave with.”
“You said that for the last 3 outfits.”
“Because they all look so good on you duh- and they’re on sale! No way we’re we gonna pass on this.” Mina grabbed the bundle of clothes hanging on the dressing room door. “Meet me at the register when you’re ready!”
You don’t know how much time passed at the mall, but by the time you both were leaving the sun was beginning to set. The total surprisingly wasn’t that bad, and you both walked out with plenty of bags in each hand. But you felt light- it felt empowering. You can’t remember how long it’s been since you felt like this.
“Thanks again for tagging along, Mina. I really do appreciate it.”
“Of course! Shopping is my forte so it was never an issue. Besides, you seemed kinda down lately so I’m glad this was able to help you feel better.”
That made you stop in your tracks. She noticed? You wanted to lie and try to play it off, but all you could do was stumble over your words.
“It’s not hard to notice when you’re cooped in your room 24/7.”
Which was…true. She wasn’t wrong. You still felt a bit embarrassed though. Mina didn’t let you linger on your thoughts, skirting in front of you. She gently called your name.
“You don’t have to be alone all the time. We’re all here for you- I’m here for you. There’s nothing wrong with you either.”
“I…I know Mina.” You knew she was telling the truth, but your mind made it hard to believe them. But, today was the first step in making that change. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to be more confident. “I know.”
“You had fun today right?”
You nodded, it’s been a while since you smiled so much.
“So let’s keep hanging out then- today doesn’t have to be the only day we do this either. I’m always open to shopping, and we could always do more stuff in the common room with everyone. I just don’t want you to think you’re alone because you’re not.”
“I really want that too.”
Your words were sincere, and while it would take baby steps, you were ready for the new changes that would start to make yourself look- and feel better too.
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please check this post before sending in any requests!!
this post will be updated to reflect the state of my requests at any given time — such as event based inbox closures, new boundaries and so on.
all relevant links/information can be found below the cut!
are my requests open?
only for one fandom!!!
(that fandom being hazbin hotel)
general requests will reopen at the start of may
my current preferred fandom/obsession is listed in my bio, but i’m accepting requests for all of my fandoms
basic stuff / context
i only write for the fandoms found here
i do accept fandom suggestions (and list them here) but suggestions don’t guarantee that i will end up writing for them — that is dependent on me enjoying the content itself (obviously hahaha)
i do not write oc x character stuff, this is a reader insert only blog
i will not accept mass sent *detailed*!requests — or, in other words, if you’ve sent the exact same request to multiple writers and i notice then i’ll delete your request outright (this doesn’t apply to general stuff like alphabets, dating hcs, general smut hcs, etc.)
i will not accept requests that you spam send to me (e.g. sending the same ask for the same character three or more times) — if you’re worried about me receiving your request, ask me about it instead
i write for basically anything that isn’t: child birth (fluff or angst) and, urination or scat fetish, foot fetish, pregnancy and/or lactation kink, tickling kink, or anything involving kids, animals, or corpses (smut)
this is my main writing blog but i do have side blogs for sapphic, slasher and baynton boy content — though i’m most active here
who do i write for?
any / all characters from my available fandoms with one exception
that exception is that i am no longer accepting requests for hunter from toh — any posts going up are from before this boundary was established
if you’re requesting something that involves smut
state the reader’s gender and/or sex (they do not need to match but will be assumed to if you only list ‘male’ or ‘female’)
state the characters you want (and the fandom if they have an extremely common name)
state that you’re 18 or over either in your ask itself (if on anon) or somewhere visible in your profile (if not on anon) — this applies to headcanon requests as well
note : the above point about gender does not apply to headcanons as i am very easily able to keep them neutral — but you can specify a gender/sex for hc pieces if you’d like
regarding horror/slasher fandoms
for these fandoms i only write for a few small selection of characters — all of which are listed in my horror film masterlist (which you can access through the ‘my fandoms’ page — linked in the second section of this post)
regarding aus for wh
if an au was created by a minor then i will not be accepting nsfw requests for it
if the creator of an au stated that they don’t want any nsfw content being created for their au then i will not be accepting any nsfw requests for it
i will only accept nsfw requests for these aus if the following criteria is met:
the creator of that au is an adult
the creator has stated that they are okay with tagged nsfw content being created for their au
you have proof that both of these requirements are met (screenshots or links ideally — don’t tag any creators in my posts haha)
anything that deviates from the above (such as rf or lovesick) will not be open for any nsfw content requests — though, of course, i will still be accepting sfw requests for those aus so long as nothing breaks the known/stated boundaries of the og creators.
regarding indie fandoms
if a creator has expressed distinct discomfort with nsfw content being created for their creation(s) then i will only be writing sfw stuff for that fandom
if a creator is under the age of 18 then i will only be writing sfw stuff for that fandom
i can only uphold these boundaries if i am aware of them but there are cases where i haven’t been able to access/was unaware of a creator’s social media presence and stated boundaries. this doubly applies if the above information has only been stated on apps/platforms that i cannot access (bird app & clock app). please let me know if an indie creator fits either of the above criteria so that i can adjust my request boundaries accordingly.
frequently asked questions
(Q) do you write for character hcs (e.g. trans!character)? -> (A) yep! as long as you specify then i’m happy to include it
(Q) will you write for caregiver/little scenarios/hcs? -> (A) yep! as long as it doesn’t break any of my boundaries (linked further up this page) then i will accept your request
got any questions?
send them my way!
i’m always happy to clear up any confusion or misinterpretation that may spring up from my posts
as long as you’re polite, i’ll be polite lol
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Hansel / [ He/Him ] / Part of : @ensnet
Masterlist Below !!
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Welcome to my writing blog !!
I mainly write self-inserts / x readers and everything will be SFW !!
[ I will always add TWs / CWs at the top of all my writings when necessary so don’t worry !! ]
As a hobbyist writer, my writing schedule might be a bit inconsistent as it depends on how inspired I get and the amount of free time I have. Please bear with me for that... orz
At the moment, I’m really into Ensemble Stars so you can expect a lot of writing for that !!
As a KnightsP, I'm also gonna write about Knights the most but I can also write about other units !! :) I’m still not too well informed about the other characters so please forgive me if they come off as a bit OOC o(-(
Other than that, I’m also a massive VOCALOID fan so don't be surprised if some of my writings were inspired by VOCALOID songs :D
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Knights
All :
Knights as shimeji buddies !!
Knights and their S/O as Ghost Hunters
Royal!Knights & their Knight!S/O
Izumi Sena :
Izumi with a Ghost!Reader who just wants to help !!
I'm Here for You [ Leo / Mika ]
Leo Tsukinaga :
Leo with a Composer!S/O that excitedly rambles about his songs
I like you, I love you !!
Operation : De-stresso !! [ Poly with Mika ]
I'm Here for You [ Izumi / Mika ]
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Valkyrie
All :
Valkyrie as shimeji buddies !!
Artistic Sanctuary
Mika Kagehira :
Operation : De-stresso !! [ Poly with Leo ]
Santa Mayhem
I'm Here for You [ Izumi / Leo ]
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Switch
All :
Switch as shimeji buddies !!
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Alkaloid
All :
Alkaloid as shimeji buddies !!
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Others
Shimeji buddies in your other consoles
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writer’s block… but i have scenarios…
i either
A) have writer’s block or
B) no motivation at write or maybeeee
C) too tired to write bc my schedule is starting to get nice, long and full… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
but i have small scenarios... plz take and do whatever you please
i’ll label each one with the character, fandom and the works and i’m in a ✨vehicle✨ so forgive if my words are fucked.. i’m not going back and editing later
cake means NSFW and strawberry means SFW
now.. enjoy
🍓Fire Force; Shrina Kusakabe
so yk when he was carrying Sister Iris? i feel like one day you’d ask him if he could do the same to you, and he would and if you give the say so he’d start flying around with you…. until you guys get in trouble
if you live in the 7th jurisdiction, i can see the twins snitching on you two over it and he’d get in so much trouble because Beni completely babies you
🍓My Hero; Eijiro Kirishima
so what he sees as a date, him and the gang playing games, one in the others lap, and he’s just chill, squishing your thighs and pudgy tummy. he’s got this whole way of speaking without his mouth, hardening his finger and writing morse code
he also has a habit of betting you instead of money whenever he makes bets with denki or bakugou, but ONLY when he knows he’s gonna win
🍰same
so like this might be a lil but still
you like to sit on his lap, perched right on his lovely pelvis, you don’t do anything you just admire him with this little smile on your face… then sometimes his lil scar will catch your eye and you just sit like that, nothing sexual it’s just how you connect with him
🍓 My Hero; Denki Kaminari
he has a habit of staying up when he’s stressed or not in a positive mood and when that happens he eats. like it doesn’t matter what he just eats, so one time he’s going to get instant ramen and he just sees you in the fridge trying to make a sandwich.
🍓 Genshin; Hu Tao
she has either chicken scratch or flawless hand writing
like it’s pure unwired ass when she’s stressed the fuck out but when she calm and happy her writing looks like a beautiful computer font
🍓 Genshin; Childe/Thoma
these idiot forget to drink water
Thoma does it bc he genuinely forgets to when he’s in work mode so you gotta tap him and tell him to drink some
Childe does it bc he think he doesn’t need it bc… stupid and arrogant reasons, he drinks tea, coffee and other drinks and says ‘it’s made with water’
🍰 Genshin;Zhongli
Ok so like when he get mad, he won’t show it, but he spoils you. Full shopping spree(yes i know this man is kinda dumb with his fiancés but it’s bc he’s a god and never had to worry abt it, he’s gonna easily get the hang of stocks and bonds and other shit) he gets your nails done, new makeup, new clothes of all sorts, but when you get home and you try to get anything out he lifts you over his shoulder and carrie’s you to the bed and he… mmmm.. just ravages you, ofc he doesn’t take it took far unless his in a mood and decides to be a complete god- i have an idea now
🍰 My Hero; Aizawa
HE DOESNT LIKE PETPLAY i just have a lil voice screaming it to me
butttt once time you bought this choker with a heart shaped bell and you flicked it. it’s just,,, peaked him yk? and you just haddd to be such a stupid lil brat and when he went to pull it, it did something to you. you usually wear chokers and he will pull on them but this is different
🍓genshin; Thoma
so the lacquerware place (it’s by the alchemy table) would def have Kamisato as one of their top customers. Thoma is always buying nail lacquer for you and sometimes Ayaka if she likes it. he’ll paint your nails himself and make sure they are Perfect.
🍓genshin/Fire Force; Diona/Hinata+Hikage
so imagine them having a favorite thing like knitting or some shit and they legit force you to model for them, like pull you around the city, saying ‘i made this and it’s awesome bc Y/N is wearing it!’
🍰Haikyuu/Kenma
mic usage. he’d make you wear the headset and absolutely destroy your insides while his friends get to listen.
here’s some more content of me!
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Hi!
I just wanted to say how much I loved (and still love lol) the all that glitters is not gold series. I stumbled upon it one day when looking for ateez fics to read while sitting for long hours at work. It’s definitely one of my favorites that I’ve read. I love that it’s sfw, so I can literally read it anytime I want to without having the worry of someone looking over my shoulder to see what I’m reading. I’m also just not into sfw in general and it was so refreshing finding someone who writes sfw fics, when, most of the time, I only see nsfw content when I look in the ateez fic tag. So, I just want to say thank you for all that you do, and I’ll be eagerly waiting for the next chapter!!
(P.s. *whispers* I’m also a writer too and would love to collaborate about ideas if you want to!)
heyyy!
glad to hear you enjoyed natgig and that it was able to give you some entertainment during some long work hours! means a lot to me <3
but i totally get what you mean about sfw! while i personally do enjoy reading nsfw, writing it is something that i’ve personally just never had much of an interest in. i’ve definitely felt a bit of pressure in the past regarding it, because a lot of readers won’t read something unless it has smut (which absolutely no judgement, read what you want to read and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise lmao) but it’s really nice to see people enjoying it because it’s sfw and not in spite of it.
thank you sm for the kind words!🤍 and absolutely, if you ever want to talk shop from one writer to another, just hit me up. dms or asks are always open☺️
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooouuuuhh hihi its darlingnon♡♡ LOVE LOVE THE KANAME FIC YOU WROTE.. THANK YOU SO MUCH.. you did do the idea the justice it needed and wrote kaname well (as far as id say)、hes just a cute little guy really and. hes perfect. and so is your fic 😭 for one that had NO proofreading?? it was pretty spot on、and dont recall seeing any mistakes in it even... your writing was so so cute. when i read you mostly wrote nsfw stuff (not a bother、obviously) i thought it wouldn't be as detailed and as it ended up being !! with all the nice explanations of the scenes、the lights、the feelings in the air ^^ it was all so so great to read
enough on the writing、you did follow my ideas well so dont worry !! kaname still thinking he'd be so slick and all but in reality is just a little guy with a mind bridled with mess is so real and true.. i dont think he'd change much anyway so :") ;; the idea of everyday dates with him was ideal and i didnt even think of it. of course we'd want to talk everyday with our old best friend after seeing him again after so long! the personality you portrayed for the reader was also close enough to mine in a way、i feel、so even with the little teasing and all it felt so personal and nice in a way to me AND I KNOW YOU COULDVE HAD NO IDEA OF THIS BUT AHH 😭💖💖💖 and the confession part where he stopped us mid way to say it instead.. and the kiss... it was all and all so so perfect really :") i couldnt have asked for a better fic than this. it was also so much longer than i expected! i really wish i could write EVEN MORE to show my utmost gratitude towards this but genuinely im out of words、feel like i wrote too much at the same time as well ;; thanks once again anddd i cant wait for the other kaname fic as well!!! salutations to the other kaname requester ♡♡
also side note、im happy to have been your first anon as well 😢🤞
OH MY GODDD i nearly cried at this,, this is the sweetest ask i’ve ever received CRYING SM RN THANK YOU 😭❤️
i’m glad that i captured kaname’s personality well. considering what we know of his personality and the fact that the coma has affected him for so long i wasn’t sure if his attitude would change, so i kept up with a few things here and there and tried to write his dialogue that wasn’t too OOC considering the situation!
and the fact that your personality is similar to y/n’s is so funny AHDJDJD i won’t lie and say i inserted a few things about my personality in there. extrovert (y/n) x introvert (kaname) is my favourite trope out there
unfortunately i mixed up the names in my head and there actually isn’t another kaname request rn 😭 most of my reqs so far are actually tsumugi!
thank you so much for your kind words, and don’t worry about the ask being too long it truly made me smile so so much!!
(and by the way, i completely understand the main-nsfw-writer-thing,, while i do mainly write it on this account i LOVE writing sfw stuff, i love love love fluff and angst actually,,!!)
thank you darlingnon ❤️
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