#this is my favorite thing you've written seriously
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https://twitter.com/parkjmwins/status/1782358915939774874
Idk whether you will even answer this ask or will block me but this is exactly why JK had similar concept pics like Jimin. Jikookers made it to be romantic while Fandom made it to a joke 'JK always copy Jimin' (ofcourse). I've seen you making multiple posts about Jikook concept pics being match is a proof of them being a couple when in reality Hybe don't even take permission of original artist before using their ideas for another. One hybe label just got into trouble for copying newjeans and according to CEO min heejin it was BANG SHIHYUK who wanted to copy newjeans to create a second version of them through illit. And guess what he made sure illit gets 10x more success than newjeans, a 2 day song was already charting in different charts including hot 100. The same bang shihyuk who ignored every bit of Jimin's success but shamelessly copied his ideas and visions of concept pics for another favorite member. He shamelessly asks staffs to copy original ideas of artists who created them and use them for a cheap version of the said artist, Newjeans and Jimin are just examples.
Was it JK's fault ? Not necessarily but unlike rookie Illit he had power and capability to make his own decisions and use his own visions instead of doing what he was asked to do by the staff (his words) but he didn't and sat comfortably while using another person's hardwork. If you still think those similarities were because they were couple then idk what to say because in that logic Newjeans girls and Illit girls are dating.
Talk about TikTok generation ask.
Linking me to a tweet that has zero actual information and/or proper discussion, just stating a fact that isn't necessarily even a fact. Ignoring the full picture (like y'all do when it comes to Jikook as well, btw).
And I also find it so so funny how you are basically hanging your all on something that a very problematic figure within the Kpop industry is claiming, all to try and deflect from despicable behaviour she's being accused of, including using and revealing private info of Hybe idols obtained in illegal and despicable manors, perhaps including having to do with certain private info leaking of certain BTS members (including the one person that you so vehemently claim to love and stand in defense of).
You think that by sending me this link you are proving something?
You say that you read through my posts. Well, obviously you've missed those many posts I've written explaining how JM and JK being a couple can be deducted not from one action or one behaviour alone, but the combination of many many actions or behaviours. A puzzle built of not 10 or 50 or 100 pieces, but one built of so many many more.
I find it funny how with everything that has been going on with JM and JK you guys are still at this.
We're back to JK copying JM.
Like seriously.
Like even if the whole NJ Illit thing was true there was some kind of a comparison to be made with these two men.
Like JK, who's album concept is 180 degrees different than JM's doesn't have stylists at his beck and call to create a concept that isn't a full on copy of JM's. Right down to the studs and colours and minutiae details of some of the outfits.
Like if he did copy JM, that same scorned poor JM (that's how you guys love to portray him, as a damsel in distress awaiting you to swoop in and save him) CHOSE to fly to NY to be with JK and spend Silver day there with him, travel with him multiple times and spend his entire 18 months in the army with that awful copy cat JK.
Your ask tells me that you have zero understanding in human interactions and relationships. JM saying time and time again, JOKING time and time again, about JK copying him, it's a tease but also something that he LOVES. How he inspires JK, how JK perceives him as his catalyst.
But this here, the photo concepts and the whole of JK's wardrobe while promoting, claiming it's all about copying JM is just bull crap. This was planned. And it was planned by the two of them. It's not a coincidence that JM happens to wear the bottom part of a two piece outfit months before JK wears the top part of the same exact outfit.
And if we are talking about copying, is it the concept he's copying or is he so far gone that he's literally copying down to the smallest of details?
Like seriously. You think that's about copying JM?
Or because it worked for JM so he thinks it will work for him? Literally same hairstyle rocking as JM had in Face? Cause why not use a concept that works? Seriously? JK's all "I should do this cause it worked for JM so it will work for me"?
Was that what he was thinking when he rocked a highlight of JM's hair colour over the years? That the colour works for JM so I should have a strand of that colour in my hair as well, copying his success? Is that the theory you're working with?
Or when JK wore the same jacket as JM on Valentines day, you know, in a clip that JM himself records and uploads, that JK also copying JM?
Babe, this isn't just about the concept pics either. And it's not just about Face and Seven or Golden. Wearing the actual same black leather or leather-like pants just because he couldn't find any other pants? That level of copying? Or perhaps it wasn't about copying and more about mirroring.
About "You are me I am you", which they have been screaming at the top of their lungs for years now!!!
It amazes me how you have zero issue in taking an over decade long complex super close relationship (no matter how you perceive it they are super close) and simplifying it into "JK copied JM's concept because JM's concept worked for him", or to even compare whatever went on with JK and JM and those similarities to a claim made (by a disgruntled and caught red handed employee of Hybe) about one new GG copying concepts and whatever from a GG that's been around for 2 years now. No connection between them. No long term relationships between the groups. One group supposedly copying from another. Yeah, definitely the comparison needed to be made between that and Jikook's behaviours or decision making.
How infantile of you.
Oh and that paragraph of yours at the end. Laughable really.
Like I already said, go compare 2 GGs in two different companies to 2 men that have been close for over 10 years now. And let's also disregard the long history of those two doing the similar and same outfit (during official shoots, performances etc, or during their free time) thing and look at this one single concept.
Probably styled (funny how the styling seems to be similar for years now on many occasions, and just with the two of them)
Not styled.
These are just examples of MANY MORE instances.
Oh, and I suggest you go read this post too. Not mine, but recently written and oh so relevant to the conversation.
I can't help but wonder how different your pov would have been if one of those two young men was a female. Just thought I would throw that in here too.
But I gotta give you an A for persistence. You guys, you never give up, do you? No matter what JK and JM will throw at you, you will find a way to twist it around to fit your narratives. I guess you also think that JM was forced into enlistment with JK, ah? And their trips together and the content that will drop, also forced on him? I guess him saying otherwise isn't enough to convince you guys either, right? I love the way how you guys are so intrenched in your belief of victimhood that you don't even listen to what JM himself tells you. You love him so much that basically call him a liar. Good for yous I guess.
So, to clarify my answer to you, just in case it wasn't as clear as day already...
You do you, cause nothing I tell you, or show you, or you know what? Nothing that even JM himself will tell you or show you will satisfy you. Because you are living in a self built fantasy of what and who JM is and what and who those that surround him are, all to fit that narrative of yours in which he needs you guys as his saviours and knights in shining armour to swoop in and save him from the big bad JK.
One more thing.
JM's Face was a masterpiece.
We all agree on that. JK included.
He adores JM, he's his no. 1 fan and he's been showing us this throughout 2023.
JK is not a person that would callously copy a concept used by a bandmate just because it succeeded for his bandmate and might work for him too.
Let alone from JM.
His person.
Not even if, as you put it, he was told to do so by the powers at be (which yeah, he'd tell to go shove it up their asses if they ever did 'tell' him to do that btw, and they wouldn't do it anyway seeing that they know that would be his exact reaction).
So, no.
That is my answer to you.
Just a whole big fat NOPE.
No to copying. And surprisingly no to blocking you.
Yet.
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Pre-apocalypse!Negan x Reader (Negan is y/n's art teacher & also owns a tattoo shop).
Warnings: THIS IS THE FILTHIEST THING I'VE WRITTEN SO FAR and it's just going to get filthier from here on. smut, forbidden love, age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 38), angst, oral (female receiving), lots of sexual tension, slow burnnnn.(there's an actual plot this time), vaginal sex, public sex, breeding, slight daddy kink
Summary: After graduating and leaving behind the man she fell for but couldn't have, y/n decides to get a tattoo that reminds her of him. And he gives it to her.
A/n: ugh, this had me in my feels. A "hard to get" teacher Negan. basically you're negan's former student and he gives you a tattoo and things.. well - just read it.
"Well damn. I don't mean to be sentimental, but I have seriously enjoyed teaching you little shits. I hope you can take what you've learned and apply it to something. Be creative. Oh, and.. don't think about hitting me up on Instagram after this because I don't do social media. That shit is toxic. Remember that, kids."
The bell cuts Negan off before he can finish his inspirational speech. He's always had such a way with words.. should have been an English teacher instead.
Most of the students rush out like the room is on fire, with the exception of a few annoying girls that think he'll jump their bones now that school is out.
"So, Mr. Smith, since you don't have social media, can I get your number at least?" I cringe as she twirls her hair around her finger and her friends giggle obnoxiously behind her.
"Girls. Behave for once. A tip for college? Don't flirt with your professors." He warns while motioning them out the door.
I suddenly realize that my ass has been glued to my seat this entire time and I'm the only one still here. I quickly get up and throw my backpack over one shoulder. He stares at me from the doorway but I just look down as I walk towards him.
"Bye Mr. Smith."
"Nice try. Sit down." He shuts his door and walks back into the room pointing towards my chair for me to sit.
"Mr. Smith, y/n?" He mocks. "Seriously?"
I never call him that. He's always been Negan to me.
I've known him for 4 years now. He's the only art teacher at Alexandria High, and even though I have no interest in art, I've taken his class every year because I do have an interest.. in him.
What he doesn't know is that I've been making mental notes everyday for the past four years about all his interests, personal life, hobbies, you name it.
He loves the color red - because it's the only color expo marker he writes in.
His favorite lunch is two cigarettes and coke zero. I hate that he smokes.
He stopped coaching baseball last year because he said he didn't have time anymore. But I think it's actually because he's never cared for it to begin with.
He had a wife, but she passed away. Some kind of cancer. She's still his computer wallpaper, which tells me he still hasn't moved on even though it was six years ago. My heart hurts for him.
He wasn't lying - he doesn't have social media....I would have found it.
He sits at another student's desk right next to mine with his body facing me.
"You gonna tell me why the hell you look like your best fucking friend just died?"
I stare at the floor next to his shoes and try to think about anything other than fact that I'm never going to see him again.
"Look at me."
I slowly lift my eyes to his and can't stop the tear that escapes the second I see his face.
"Ah, shit." His expression turns serious when he notices my tears. "Look, kid. I -"
"Stop calling me kid." I snap.
He chuckles. "Hate to break it to ya y/n, but you are very much a kid in my eyes, which is why this thing -" he motions his hand towards me. "this.. crush you have on me - has to end today."
My eyes widen as I stare at him speechless. He seriously did not just assume I have a crush on him.
"Did you jus - You seriously think just because a few stupid girls want to get in your pants, it means everyone does?" I scoff. "Unbelievable. You're my teacher. I don't have a crush on you."
He laughs as if we both know I'm lying - which I am.
"Alright, I'm sorry I called you a kid. Now, you wanna tell me what's wrong?"
"It's just I - I'm gonna miss you." I instantly regret saying it.
He nods and looks at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"I'm sorry. I - I'm just gonna go." I get up to leave, leaving my heart with him. My stomach twists in a knot when I realize he isn't getting up to stop me.
Why would he?
Once I'm in the hall, I turn to take one last look at him. He's bent over with his hands through his hair as if his best friend just died.
Negan's POV:
That fucking girl. In my twelve years of teaching, I've never cared about a student like I do her. I care about all of my students, but goddamn it, she's had me wrapped around her finger for longer than I'm comfortable to admit - And I never will.
She fucking sucks at hiding her feelings. I knew from the first day she walked into my class that she wanted to jump on my dick. Hell, every girl does. But other girls bat their fake eyelashes at me and tell me how they feel. Y/n.. she's.. obsessed with me.
She thinks I didn't notice her doodling my name in her notebook with little hearts. Or that I don't hear her whispering to her friends about the dreams she has about me. Or how she stares at me during lectures like she's on a different planet.
And if that's not enough, the girl hates art. Yet she's chosen it as her elective every single year. She has straight A's in every class, but doesn't even try in mine.
And yet.. my dumb ass still passed her with an A.
Maybe because I'm obsessed with her too.
Back to Y/n's POV:
I cried on the way home that day.
While everyone else celebrated school ending with a party, I stayed in my room and cried while looking at his photo in the yearbook.
While everyone walked across the stage at graduation, my diploma came in the mail and I stayed home holding Negan's lucky baseball bat that he gave me last year.
My last day of junior year, I stayed after school to help Negan clean out his classroom so he could move into a bigger art room. That was the year he quit coaching. I replay the memory in my head more often than I should..
"Why do you have this bat just sitting in the corner?"
"It brings me good luck. I hit a home run every game my senior year with that bat."
"Your senior year? This bat is that old?!"
"Watch it, kid." He rolls his eyes and throws some folders in a bin.
"Hmm." I study the bat. "I could use some luck."
"Keep it."
I look at him confused. "But... it's your-"
"I want you to have it." He cuts me off.
"Are - Are you sure?"
He sighs frustrated. "Do you not want it?"
"Well, I mean, I do but -"
"Then stop being stubborn and take it."
Ever since that day, his bat has been leaned up against the wall by my bed as a constant reminder of the man I want but can never have.
After a few weeks of feeling sorry for myself, my best friend tried convincing me to do something for myself since my birthday was coming up.
"Y/n, you should.. get your nails done, go buy some new clothes, do.. something. But you need to get out of that room. It's... depressing."
"I think I want a tattoo."
"Oh, okay, yeah. That's a good idea. What are you wanting to get?" She asks from the other end of the phone.
"I dunno." My eyes drift towards the bat. "Something meaningful."
The next day...
Lucille's
The tattoo shop sign reads. I swing the door open, excited for the first time in a month. The sound of tattoo guns and rock music fills the lobby.
"Hey, welcome to Lucille's. Do you have an idea of what you'd like or do you want to see some of our work?" The woman on the other side of the counter pulls out a binder.
"Oh, no, I think I know what I want already." I smile and pull up the picture on my phone before showing her.
"Okay, we can do that. Shouldn't take too long either. An hour tops. I can actually take you now in room 3." The so-called "rooms" aren't actually rooms, but rather closed off sections with tall walls on each side. From where I'm standing, I can't see the people in the tattoo chair, but I can see the top of the tattoo artists' heads if I stand on my tippy-toes.
She leads me to room 3 and I sit in the chair while she gets out the instruments.
"This your first tattoo?"
"Yeah, kinda nervous."
She smiles. "I'd tell you not to worry, but, sorry babe. It's gonna hurt."
I appreciate her honesty and just smile back at her.
"So, where do we want it?" she holds the printed off picture off of the tattoo I want.
I lean back in the chair, putting my legs up, so I'm laying down. I lift my shirt up right above my belly button and slightly pull my shorts down, revealing my pubic bone. "Right here." I point to the left side of where my panty line would be but lower.
After I confirm the placement, she presses the needle to my skin and I bite my bottom lip at the sudden pain that radiates throughout my hip.
"Breathe, babe. You got this."
After a couple seconds, she turns in her chair to load more ink into the gun.
"Y/n?" I hear from the entrance behind me.
I know that voice without turning to look. My eyes widen and the girl tattooing me looks at him.
"Hey boss, you two know each other?" She looks between the two of us.
I look back at him and see him nod at her. "I'll finish her up, Ruby. Thanks." He takes the tattoo gun from her and sits in her chair when she gets up to leave. The scent of leather and cigarettes fills the small room and I realize how much I missed it.
He pauses when he looks down at my skin and I can't tell if he's staring because of my tattoo of choice or because I'm almost completely exposed. If I didn't just shave, half of my pubic hair would be on display to him.
The way he's looking at my skin wakes the butterflies in my stomach and I have to mentally tell myself not to clench my legs together. He looks up at me through heavy eyelids and for the first time in four years, I'm unable to read him. I can't tell if he's disappointed, mad... or turned on...?
He looks back at the tattoo and shakes his head, sighing.
Okay, it's definitely a look of disappointment.
"You realize I have to finish this now that she's already started it, right?" He studies the lines already permanently marked in my skin. The faint purple lines of where the sticker was placed give away the complete outline of what the tattoo will be. "There's still time to change it though."
"What? What do you mean.. change it? I want this one."
"No." Is all he says and my eyes widen in shock at him.
"You can't tell me what to do Negan. I'm an adult, and I'm getting it."
"Why?" He snaps, frustration dripping from his tone.
He looks into my eyes for the first time since he's been in the room and the butterflies in my stomach have now gone wild.
"Because I... I want a piece of you with me always."
He closes his eyes and drops his head. My eyes start to water but I hold them back the best I can.
"Y/n." He shakes his head but to my surprise, he hesitantly places his left hand on my thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the spot I've imagined him touching a million times. The feel of his rough fingers on my bare skin ignites a flame in me I didn't know existed and all I do is stare at his hand.
"Relax." He rolls his eyes and starts the gun. He leans down closer and begins tattooing me.
I have to bite back the moan threatening to escape my lips. With Ruby.. it hurt. But with Negan, it.. almost feels good.
He glances up at me as if he can hear my thoughts and then goes back to gliding a straight line of ink across my skin.
The next few moments are spent in silence, with nothing but the sounds of the tattoo gun and music playing in the distance.
"Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna need these off so I can get to you better." He gestures at my shorts.
My eyes widen but I nod and slide them off, barely breathing now that I'm laying in front of Negan in just my underwear. The way his jaw ticks when he sees that I'm wearing red lace panties doesn't go unnoticed. His favorite color.
He places his hand back on my leg, this time with his fingers completely against my inner thigh. I slightly part my legs without thinking and he pauses to glance at me before continuing with the tattoo.
If he moved his finger half an inch upwards, he would be touching me.
"I never knew you worked at a tattoo shop." I break the silence, hoping to get my mind off his hand.
He chuckles. "I own it, darlin'. And there's a lot you don't know about me."
Another long pause happens before he speaks first this time.
"Why did you take art, y/n?"
"Uh.. I dunno, because I liked it."
He huffs out a laugh. "You liked it... or me?"
I shrug. "Both."
His face turns serious again and he stops the tattoo gun. "All done."
He backs away and motions for me to stand up and look in the mirror in the corner. I stand in front of it, but don't even notice my tattoo because my eyes catch Negan in the mirror staring at my ass. These panties don't leave much to the imagination and my cheeks redden at how much I'm exposed to him.
He suddenly looks up and makes eye contact with me in the mirror. His eyes are darker than usual and filled with lust.
"Come here." He demands and I obey, walking towards him.
Once I'm standing in front of him, he lifts his hands to grab my hips. My belly button is eye level to him and I look down, watching him intensely. His thumbs dig into my hips and he looks at the tattoo.
"Do you like it?" I ask him.
He ignores me and it makes my heart break a little more. "Lay back down, y/n." He gets up to pull the curtain over the entrance of the room.
I do as he says and he comes back, placing a clear tape bandage over the fresh tattoo.
He looks as if he's deep in thought before suddenly sliding his hands underneath my thighs and pulling me closer to him. He pushes my leg aside and rests my other foot in his lap until my legs are completely spread apart in front of him.
"You want me to touch you, y/n? Is that what you want?"
"Yes.."
"Tell me what you want, baby."
"Your mouth."
He chuckles darkly and kisses the inside of my thigh before sliding his fingers under my panties and ripping them apart.
He shoves them in the back of his jean pocket and wraps his arms around my thighs, holding my stomach down with his hands and leaning his head down closer.
"Look at this pretty pussy, baby. So wet for me you're glistening."
His eyes look up at me right before he licks me and my head falls back with pleasure.
He stops suddenly. "Eyes on me, darlin'. How many times have you imagined me between your legs? You're going to watch me eat this pussy, y/n."
I nod, looking at him and he continues. The sound of other people talking in the distance makes my senses even more heightened.
He licks me again, pressing his tongue into me harder this time. He moans as he stops at my clit and gently sucks it into his mouth. I moan and watch him as he looks like he's eating the best meal he's ever had.
"You taste even better than I imagined, baby."
"You.. imagined it?"
"Baby. You aren't the only one who daydreams in class." He says before dipping his tongue deep inside me.
He switches back and forth between licking me and sucking me until my moans get louder and faster.
"Negan, I'm gonna.."
"I know baby, give it to me." He rubs me with his tongue faster until I'm coming apart. His hand quickly covers my mouth and I cry out into his hand.
"Fuck, doll." He groans and adjusts himself through his jeans. "This pussy is about to make me cum in my pants like I'm a fucking teenager again."
"Negan.." I say out of breath. "I wanna touch you. Please."
He stands and picks up my shorts, but not before I see the huge bulge in his pants. He helps me put my shorts on and I look at him confused when he doesn't say anything.
"Nega-"
"No, y/n."
My eyes water with tears as I stand to finish pulling my shorts up. "I - I don't understand."
"This can't happen, baby. I shouldn't have touched you."
I nod. "So that's it, Negan? You get what you want and that's it.. you're just.. done with me?"
"Are you fucking serious? You think I got what I wanted? I'm standing here with a hard-on that's gonna give me a giant case of blue balls. Any other man would throw you on this table and take you right here."
"Then why don't you?!"
"Because I fucking.. I care about you. You happy now? I fucking CARE ABOUT YOU, y/n. And I'm not going to break your heart."
I wipe a tear that runs down my cheek. "You already did." I grab my purse and rush out of the room, stopping in front of Ruby on the way out and pulling out some cash.
"I'm sorry hun." She says empathetically as if she heard everything that just happened.
I cry harder and lay the cash down before leaving and walking to my car. Before I can open my car door, Negan is grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him.
"Goddamn it, listen to me!"
I don't fight him, I just stare at him, noting the hurt in his eyes. My heart hurts and I suddenly feel guilty for making him feel any ounce of pain.
"Y/n.. look.."
"No." I cut him off. "Negan, I'm sorry. This is my fault.. I put you in this situation because I was selfish.. and delusional. I'm so sorry. I'll leave, and you won't have to hear from me or see me again."
He scoffs. "You think that's what I want? I guess you don't know me the way I thought you did."
Before I can say anything else, he crashes his lips to mine and kisses me so hard and but so softly at the same time. His fingers slip through my hair and his hand rests on the back of my neck as he deepens our kiss.
"You're gonna be the death of me, kid."
I bite his lip hard when he calls me kid and our kiss goes from passionate to animalistic. He presses himself flat against me with my back against my car and I feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. His lips travel to my neck and he bites me hard, right before kissing and sucking the sensitive spot.
That's definitely going to leave a mark.
"You have no clue what you do to me, baby." He says in between kisses. His voice is raspier and deeper than usual. "Do you have any idea how many times I've left work and had to rub one out at the thought of you? Hell, sometimes even at work."
I look around the parking lot. It's nighttime but we're still clearly visible in the lights.
"Look at me, y/n. Forget where we are and just focus on me baby." His hand slips into my shorts and it takes him no time to find my soaked entrance since my panties are currently in his back pocket.
"Negan.." I breathe.
He smiles against my lips. "Baby.. You sure this is what you want? Because once I've had you, you're mine."
I nod and he puts his mouth next to my ear.
"Take your shorts off. Now." He pulls his hand from my shorts and sucks my juices off his fingers.
"But, Negan, we're-"
"I said, now y/n. You want me so bad, you're gonna get me wherever and however I say. Now, take your fucking shorts off before I rip them too."
I hesitantly slide my shorts off while looking around again. There aren't any other cars in the parking lot other than a couple of his employees. All the customers left. There's a main road up ahead but we're far enough away where they wouldn't see us unless they we're staring really hard.
"Good girl. Now take my cock out, baby."
He leans his hands against my car on either side of me, trapping me in. I waste no time reaching for the button on his jeans and unzipping him before pulling out his hard, huge cock. It's bigger than I imagined.. a lot bigger. I don't know how that thing is going to even fit in me. He's so hard that the veins in his cock look like they are about to erupt and his tip is already dripping with precum.
I can't help but run my thumb over the tip to collect some and bring it to my mouth to taste him. His eyes darken with lust at the sight of me sucking his precum off my finger.
"Taste good, doll?"
I nod and he chuckles. "There's a lot more where that came from."
He grips the back of my thigh with his hand and pulls my right leg around his waist.
The feeling of his dick rubbing against my wet pussy is enough to make my knees weak. Literally. I almost collapse at the sensation of him rubbing the head against my opening, teasing me. He presses his body closer to me in attempt to hold me up.
"Fuck, look at this dripping pussy." He looks down between us, admiring the view of his cock teasing my wet slit. "It's about to be dripping with my cum in a few minutes.. You ready for me, baby?"
"Yes, please. I need you."
He enters me completely in one swift motion, not giving me anytime to adjust. My walls are stretched further than they've ever been and it feels like the tip of him is buried up to my stomach.
He doesn't move for a moment, but instead looks into my eyes with his cock all the way inside of me. "There you go, baby. Finally getting what you wanted after all these years and taking my dick like a champ."
"Negan.." I moan. "Please.. just fuck me."
He pulls out of me almost completely before slowly pushing himself back in, agonizingly slow. Our bodies are flush against each other and he kisses me again.
"Fuck, baby." He growls. "You. Feel. So. Fucking GOOD." He says between thrusts as my mouth falls open.
I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up and lean against him with my lips pressed against his neck. I take the opportunity to mark him back, grabbing his skin between my teeth and sucking hard. He moans so loud that I glance around to make sure no one heard him, but we're still alone.
His thrusts get harder and faster and the sounds coming from his sexy mouth are enough alone to make me cum.
"Look at me, y/n. I want to see your face when you cum all over my cock."
His hand that was on the car behind me slides between us, instantly finding my clit. He begins rubbing circles on it with his middle finger while thrusting his hips into me faster.
I look into his eyes while my arms are still wrapped around his shoulders tightly, keeping me in place. My fingers run through his dark hair and my breathing goes erratic as I feel myself come undone around him.
"You want me to fill you up, baby? You want daddy's cum?"
I nod quickly as tears run down my cheeks from the most intense orgasm I've ever had.
"FUCK, baby." He groans and slams his mouth against mine. I kiss him back as he rides out his orgasm.
He pulls out of me slowly and softly kisses my lips one more time. I go to put my shorts on and he stops me.
"Not so fast, doll." He gets down on his knees in front of me, pushing my legs apart in front of him. "Push daddy's cum out baby. Let me see it drip out of you."
I do as he says and the feeling of his warm seed running down my legs is almost enough to send me over the edge again.
"Look. At. THAT." He swipes up some of his cum from my leg onto his finger and stands back up but not before gently kissing my new tattoo.
I think I love this man.
He rubs his finger along my lips until my mouth opens for him. I suck his fingers clean and moan at the taste of him.
"Y/n." He pushes my hair behind my ear and looks at me seriously. "I meant it when I said I care about you."
"You care about all your students."
"Yeah, but I don't go sticking my dick in them." He smirks and takes my hand, leading me back into the shop.
The others must have already left when - when.. oh.. shit.
"Negan, do you think they saw us?!"
"Well darlin', I was fucking your brains out right next to the door, so I think it's probably safe to assume so." He grins and my eyes widen with horror.
"Do you not care?"
"What can they do, doll? Fire me?" He laughs and leads me to the back where his office is.
"What are we doing in here?"
"Getting matching tattoos, of course."
I stare at him, trying to register what he just said. "You're.. going to give yourself a tattoo?"
He chuckles and hands me a tattoo gun before taking off his shirt and sitting on the couch in the corner.
"No, doll, you are."
The Enddd.
Part 2 or nah?
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✿ Pick A Card ✿
✿ What Does Your Inner Child Think Of You? ✿
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✿ Pile 1 : Imagination , Chakra Clearing. ✿
Wow! This Pile so far is one of my favorites right off the back. Like seriously I RARELY ever pull out this elusive card and right off the bat.... blam! Haha what incredible energy we have here. So I'm hearing that your inner child is so stinking happy of the person that you've become. They love how you revel in the wondrous, mysterious, most beauteous power of your imagination, and let it whisk you away on a right-brained roomp through all things nonsensical, Suess plays Wonka style. To them, you're an off road adventurer, playing in the upside- down, glow-in-the-dark woods of posibility. There is no "no" here. Only "whoa!". And "flow". And "Holy moly, here we go!". (Hmmm maybe there was something in your brownies? c; ). Your inner child feels heard from you and is attentively hanging out with you feeling affirmed by every journey you set out to. I'm hearing "Your the best friend I could ever ask for." Omg pile 1 this is so effing sweet like seriously, they think you're such a cool, magical person. They wouldn't have it any other way! (:
✿ Advice From Your Inner Child ✿
Chakra Cleansing: Archangel Metatron: "Call upon me to clear and open your chakra's, using sacred geometric shapes. Your inner child want's to make sure that you are taking care of yourself and not over extending your energy ♡. Please make sure to cleanse your aura every once in a while. You can take a bath with essential oils, sage/paulo santo's your body and area, or do a salt water cleanse in a lake or beach. The water can be very cleansing and healing. As a native from Hawaii the beach would be my go to cleanse preference. (✿◠‿◠) 🌊
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✿ Pile 2 : Open Heartedness , Prioritize ✿
Wow pile 2 lemme give you a hug okay? 🫂 Seriously, you have been through some stuff. I'm picking up on heavy energy here. Your inner child is amazed at how unjaded you are. They have seen you go through some people who were absolute bummers. Did that experience make you salty in any way? Heck no. They see you as a strong warriror who always chooses to not let unhappy chapters make you into a monster. They appreciate that so much. If you let negative experiences turn you sour, then the jerks and bully's win. So you move on with an open and hopeful heart, if only because you hate losing to jerks. Pile 2 you are winners. 🏆💗 You kill people with kindness and don't let their bad energies mix in with your pure and thoughtful heart. Your inner child is so sweet, they tell me that they give you hugs and love that you are the person they have become. I'm hearing "We are misunderstood and not everyone will get us, but our hearts are always pure".
✿ Advice From Your Inner Child ✿
Prioritize: Archangel Metatron : "Focus on your highest priorities. I will help you get orginized and motivated". Pile 2, your inner child is amazed at how many ideas that you get from time to time. However, they want you to manifest your thoughts from the 4D and materialize them into the 3D. Proper planning and prioritzing will help you with that. Take out a sheet of paper, and start writing your goals, plans, anything that has to do with your future. They want to make sure that you at least have them written, so you can start "scripting" your dream life. If you don't know what scripting is, it's a form of manifestation that helps you with your ideal dream life. Try it out, it's free and does wonders. Your inner child wants to help you realize your power. I'm hearing your quite popular in the dream realm, you may have astral traveled before or have been looking into it. This is your sign to continue on that path. Congratulations pile 2! This is so far the longest pile that I've done so far. So many messages! ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ ♡
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✿ Pile 3 : Honouring Ideas , Clear Intentions ✿
Interesting indeed. This pile I'm hearing unlike pile 2, you are the type to go for your goals. Your Inner child is quite impressed with you! They love how many silly, serious, & whack a doodle ideas you come up with! Lmao, I'm hearing a specific scenario for every event in your life. What an amazing brain you have. This is my pile who always has their head stuck in a book, ears listening to a podcast, and an head full of wonder and ideas. When an idea comes to you, you honor it by doing your best to bringing it into being. You are a master manifestor. Ideas to you, are like children, and you proudly nuture them, knowing they'll grow and develop, and eventually make their way out into the world without ever really acknowledging how much time/money/love you shelled out for them. This is my piles who may be entrepreneurs. Seriously keep that ish up, you are definitely trend setters! Your inner child loves how smart and buisness minded you are. They are definitely proud of the person that you are and have become. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ♡
✿ Advice From Your Inner Child ✿
Crystal Clear Intentions: Archangel Michael : "Be clear about what you desire, and focus on in with unwavering faith". Pile 3, I'm hearing that any idea you have will be brought into fruition. How lucky! The gods are definitely in your favor when in comes to Manifesting. Please do not stop dreaming, all your dreams will surely come true with the right intentions. 🌌☁️✨️
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Who are your fav authors on here, why and what are your fav fics from them?
Anon, I don't think you're aware of the beast you've just unleashed!
So strap in cause this is going to be long.
Right off the bat, we have, @thefudge. I'm trying so hard not to sound like a deranged fangirl right now. But trust me when I say that I am OBSESSED with every single thing they write! I have read their fics SO SO many times and It's impossible to pick a single favorite one. So here are my top 5
Waiting for the barbarians
Within you is everything I am
I won't be these clothes I burn
His little dead wife
god complex
Honestly, guys go check out their work they have so many stories spanning countless fandoms. They're literally the ones that got me into Star Wars in the first place! @thefudge I SWEAR I'm not a crazy fangirl, I just really love your writing and works!!
@yandere-romanticaa goes without saying, I've been a HUGE fan of Ana's since literally forever. She was actually one of the Yandere blogs that inspired me to start writing on Tumblr. Again I can't pick just one of her works I love so here's a top 5 list
Wanna Be yours
Yandere! William Moriarty
Yandere! Miguel O'hara
Yandere! Nikolai #1 and #2
Yandere! Dazai comparisons
She writes for so many fandoms and updates very frequently. She's also such an amazing and fun person so hearing her stories is always a treat!! Love you lots bestie!!
@fragileheartbeats is another amazing author I love her frigid aesthetic and how it adds a layer of etherealness to all her stories. Her scenarios are magical and written in such a way they evoke such sweet feelings. Honestly reading her stories makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket with hot chocolate watching as the snow silently falls outside.
Cute little things that melt their hearts (jjk)
White Swan (jjk)
How it feels to be loved by them (jjk)
First kiss (jjk)
When they become dads (jjk)
These five are my TOP FAV works from her they're honestly so well-written and utterly adorable!! Guys I'm not kidding go follow her, she is literally my wify!!
@irresistible-revolution
I'm new to their work. BUT "A Coffin Made of Glass" is so beautifully written. It's dead dove yet so utterly bewitching. It takes place in the space between famous Star Wars scenes and gives a more in-depth view of the character's actions and sentiments.
@spacexseven, omg where do I even begin? Okay, so they just have such a natural way with words. Their stories flow SO smoothly it's honestly astonishing! They've written two Childe fics, "Broken Vows" and "Mandatory Obligations" that I'm wholly obsessed with. The dialogue they write also feels so natural and forthcoming, it's absolutely enticing!!
@rrairey another author whose work I've recently gotten into!! If you're a Sukuna fan then her blog is the place to go.
Love
Sukuna vs Plushie (a literal BANGER!!)
Gojo vs Plushie
Trust
Bracelet
Seriously, go check out her work!! The way she writes dialogue between the characters and the reader is so utterly perfect. It makes you feel as if you are right there saying those exact words. The scenarios (although) fictional feel so real thanks to her wonderful writing style.
@dear-yandere needs no introduction, she's a staple in the yandere community. Her stories always blend love and creepiness to a perfect extent. Can I take a moment to just appreciate how poetic and GORGEOUS all her stories are?? Like seriously!! "Almost god" is my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME!! And don't even get me started on "Cry for Me"!!
This turned out long I don't think anyone was expecting an essay. To be honest I consume more fanfics than published books nowadays so I guess it's a given to have such a long list.
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yancore#yandere#yandere aesthetic#genshin impact#star wars#jujutsu kaisen#yandere sukuna#sukuna x reader#gojo x reader#dio brando x reader#moriarty the patriot#fic recs#Johnny joestar x reader#jjba#geto x reader#geto suguru#anakin skywalker#ashoka tano#babrie#oppenheimer#j robert oppenheimer#bsd#yandere childe#childe x reader#dazai osamu#yandere dazai#yandere nikolai gogol#miguel o'hara
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how to be more creative?
Three Steps to Being More Creative
Step One: Filling Your Creative Well
You can't create something out of nothing. You need not just the right tools and medium, but also knowledge, ideas, and skills to help you know what to do with those tools and that medium.
Ideas come from the data that's already stored in our brains. That data comes from a variety of places: your day-to-day life, your life experiences, what you hear about others' day-to-day lives and experiences, your experiences with the people and places around you, etc. Any little thing your brain absorbs can become an idea.
So, the number one thing you need to do if you want to be more creative is to fill your head with ideas. I like to call this "filling your creative well," because it's all about filling up your brain with a variety of experiences, stories, and experiences so that you have someplace to draw from when you need ideas.
Guide: Filling Your Creative Well will walk you through how to do that.
Step Two: Learn to Take Creative Risks
Another important part of being more creative is learning to take creative risks. By trying a variety of creative endeavors, even if they're not something you think you'll be good at, and by trying new things in current creative endeavors, you can exercise and expand your creativity. For example, grab a friend or family member and head to one of those "paint and sip" places where they guide you through doing a painting. Alternatively, a lot of craft stores offer free and inexpensive classes that teach you how to do different crafts. You could also go on YouTube and learn how to do something you've never tried before, like origami, crocheting, or calligraphy. Even doing things like building and decorating homes in The Sims, decorating homes or your island in Animal Crossing, or any game where you get to exercise creative choice is a good way to try new things and take creative risks. For writing, try doing some writing prompts or participating in a writing challenge, like a six-word story contest or challenge yourself to turn a favorite song into an actual story (just for fun and personal use.) If you've never written fan-fiction before, try that! Or try writing a story in a genre you've always wanted to write but never have before. Even reading a book, watching a TV show or movie, or playing a game in a new genre can help expand your creative horizons.
Step Three: Let Go of a Need for Perfection
One of the biggest enemies of creativity is a feeling that everything you create needs to be perfect, and this is such an unfortunate thing because most things that require creativity are not things you're ever going to do perfect the first time. So if you can't get past this need to be perfect, you'll never be able to exercise and grow your creativity. So, don't be afraid to paint a bad painting, crochet an uneven scarf, fold a lopsided paper crane, or write a bad story. The point isn't to be perfect or even good. The point is to do it, because even bad art is good practice.
And... if you just wanted to know how to be more creative within a story you're writing, all of the above advice still stands. Fill your creative well, take creative risks, and let go of a need for perfection. ♥
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Hi! I really really love your blog and all the things you talk about! And as you've recently posted some good pieces about clones, I wanted to ask if you had a favourite clone?
But seriously, your posts are spectacular :)
Hey there! First of all thanks a whole bunch :D That post was originally written on August 28th 2021, so took a while to get it to a good spot, I'm so damn happy and grateful that people are responding to it!
In terms of my favorite clone... it's interesting because there's different angles to see that question from.
I absolutely adore the fandom's interpretation of Fox.
Rex and Cody are obvious great ones. Heavy is one I like a lot. Howzer looks badass as all hell.
But my original love was Alpha-17, the ARC trooper.
The sassiest clone of them all!
Like c'moooon Obi-Wan! Just let him make 2-3 teeny tiny assassinations.
Also I just found out that he trained Rex, in Legends, which is awesome!
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Secret Admirer pt. 2 || Seulgi
(PLEASE READ THE FIRST SECRET ADMIRER BEFORE READING THIS.. OR REREAD IF YOU NEED A REFRESHER ON THE STORYLINE !!)
♡ Member: Classmate*Seulgi x
Loser*Femreader
♡ Theme: ;)
♡ Warning: None
♡ Description: For months you've communicated with Seulgi by sending her secret admirer letters, but one day you decide to try taking things further between the two of you.
Word count: 4.6k
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Seulgi furrows her brows, tilting her head at you with confusion, but still accepts the paper.
Jittering teeth chatter behind your sealed lips and you fiddle with the stray threads hanging from the hem of your skirt as you anxiously watch Seulgi unfold the note. Once she finally reveals it to herself, scanning over the written words, it takes everything in you to not shut your eyes out of fear, clutching tighter onto the fabric of your skirt.
♡ Surprise! I hope you're satisfied. ♡
If so, WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?
ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ ♡
— XOXO, Candy ♡
Seulgi reads the note out lowly, just enough for you to hear, repeating herself as her mind soaks in and fully comprehends the words.
"Candy.." Seulgi mutters to herself again, slowly lifting her head and staring at you with an unreadable expression. Was it shock? Impressment? Disgust?
To make this interaction go by quicker before you melt into a puddle of shame from the overlapping feelings that continue to sting at you, you reveal Seulgi's Valentine's gifts from behind you and show them off to her. "I.. I got you this."
You pull out a bouquet and set it gently in her arms. "I honestly don't know what kind of flowers these are, but since I saw they were orange and know that your favorite color is orange I bought them for you." You then hand her a tiny gift basket. "I got you this panda bear because you had mentioned it was your favorite animal, and I tried to craft you this uh.. sort of bouquet of lollipops thing instead of giving you anything chocolate related since I remembered you said you weren't the hugest fan of it.. And then there's just some filler confetti down there at the bottom and uh.. yeah.. that's it.
I know it's not a lot, it's just all I could afford and— yeah.”
You pin your focus on anywhere but Seulgi's direction as she takes the basket from you. You grab onto the ends of your pigtails tightly, nervously glancing up to watch her examine your gifts, seeing her pull the stuffed panda out for a better look. She checks out the little orange bowtie detail you'd sewn on it and the custom orange cursive of her name you had embroidered into the bottom of the plushie's foot.
Seulgi looks up at you again in what looks like disbelief, her lips parted in a small 'o.' You squeeze your pigtails tighter, trying so hard not to avoid eye contact as you wait for what she'll say.
"You.. You're seriously Candy? You're the one who's been sending me the admirer letters all this time?"
Your body hairs stick up cold, hesitantly nodding your head in confirmation.
You're so uncertain by Seulgi. There's no telling what her next move could be, but as of what it seems like right now, all you can do is just prepare for the worst for the way her silence is speaking for her.
You ball your shaky fists to your side, squeezing your eyes shut, not able to look at her for any longer as the deafening silence continues on, and the longer it lasts—the longer of it allowing your negative thoughts to speak to you—the more of the war between you and your self-consciousness takes over, your mind unfortunately winning and now has you feeling like you've messed up, badly.
"Seulgi.. I'm so sor—"
At last out of fear, you try to apologize to Seulgi for clearly wasting her time, but to your utmost surprise, your muscles go tense, gasping sharply from the feeling of small arms tied around you as you're forced into a sudden hug.
Your eyes shoot open from the unexpected gesture and your mind runs to a panic when you look down to see Seulgi tightly wrapped around you. You don't know what to do. You continue to stand there frozen in place for what feels like hours until Seulgi eventually lets go of you.
You cover your burning cheeks, staring at Seulgi in embarrassment and confusion.
"Wha—? What was that for?" you ask nervously in a hush, your trembling voice barely audible for even you to hear.
Seulgi smiles, placing her gifts on the bench and pulls you in for another hug, holding you less tightly than before which allows your body to seek comfort of what feels like a homey warmth into the embrace this time.
"Thank you."
You freeze, the contact and scent of her so close to you, the warmness of her voice melting into your ear as she abruptly expresses her gratitude for you, giving you all kinds of jumbled-up feelings you weren't prepared to feel early this morning. "Thank you? A "Thank You?" For what?!" You reluctantly wrap your arms around Seulgi's lower back, hesitant and unsure if this action is appropriate despite her already hugging you twice now.
"Everything!" Seulgi pulls back, grazing her slender fingers down your arms and holds onto your hands, sealing them together by locking your fingers. She gazes at you with gentle eyes. "From the letters to all the thought you put into these gifts, even if you think it's not a lot, remembering all of these specific things about me—No one's ever done anything like this for me!
Like, the determination you have with how consistent you've been for the past months with writing and sending me these letters, the way you're so polite and nice and understanding with me and never fail to keep me engaged. I can always tell you're serious about what you say, and the fact you built up all of this courage to reveal yourself to me despite being this seemingly shy person tells me enough about you and I appreciate it so so much.
My friends don't even have my birthday fully locked in memory, yet, you still remembered from one conversation we had weeks ago that I don't prefer chocolate?!
I don't know.. it just makes me so happy knowing there's someone in this world with all this devotion and would actually waste the time out of their life to do all of these amazing things for me so honestly I don't think I could say thank you enough!"
Your mouth falls in shock.
You weren't expecting this reaction, at all.
She didn't even question anything or think twice about the fact that you, her confirmed secret admirer, are a girl. "I— wow.. so, uh.. do you just not care that I'm a girl?.. a girl that has a crush on you? I mean, you seemed so sure that I was a boy when talking with your friends yesterday— I mean—" You slap your hand over your mouth.
"Well, I can't really say I was expecting my secret admirer to end up being a girl.. but between you and me," she whispers in a playful tone, looking side to side and leans in closer to your ear, "I never minded the thought of it happening."
Your tense gaze at her softens just barely. "Wait.. so.. do you like girls?" you ask, quickly biting back your lip, already regretting if this is too personal of an ask.
"Well—" Seulgi squeezes your hands tighter, cutting herself off by biting her lip as she stares off in thought, looking as if she's almost uncertain about herself. You break the silence, asking her again quickly, a more greater question. "Do you like me? You know, feel any attraction?"
Seulgi looks back at you, more quiet than she was before. "I'd be lying if I said that I've ever been attracted to you because well.. we've never really talked. I don't see you often and if I do you're just so distanced away from anyone, so I've never really been given an opportunity if m being honest..
But, I can say that I can definitely see myself getting to know more about you in the future and see where things can lead to after that."
Seulgi latches her palm onto your cheek, her thumb and pointer finger gently nipping at your baby fat. "And you're just so cute! How could I not want to?"
You blush deeper at her teasing, failingly covering the lower half of your face to hide your sheepishness. "So, does this mean you'll be my Valentine?!" you ask her excitedly, your eyes gleaming when she answers with a single nod. "I would love to—"
You interrupt Seulgi before she can even complete her sentence, this time, you being the one who brings her into a tight bear hug, snuggling your head deeply into the crook of her neck, taking in her sweet scent and embracing the feeling of her body so close with yours. "Thank you! Thank you!" you squeal into her neck.
You pull back, looking away from her embarrassed from your sudden outburst, and scratch your arm. Seulgi smiles, glancing ahead of you, then reaches over to grab her gifts from the bench and looks back at you. "Come on, we should probably go inside before school starts." Seulgi holds her hand out, inviting yours to join hers. You giggle shyly, slowly creeping your hand over until it links with hers. Then you two walk off. "You know, I did these pigtails today just for you because you said it was your favorite hairstyle. How is it?"
Seulgi smiles as you two enter the double doors. "Adorable."
Your tiny mind can't believe that this is truly happening. Not only is Seulgi your valentine now, but she's proud about it, showing it off to the world as you two walk through the hallways hand in hand, although the peers around you probably wouldn't think twice about you two, most likely thinking you're just close friends like every other that's girl seen in this school holding hands with another girl.
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You couldn't remember a single thing your teacher mentioned in discussion during first period because all you could think about was wow—this is not a dream. You and Seulgi could potentially be girlfriends by the next few days, or weeks.. or months?.. yeah, you're still not too familiar with the idea of how quickly these relationship things begin and whatnot.
You barely even survived gym class; Seulgi letting you run with her during laps, standing next to her during stretches, and you doing horribly at trying not to be obvious when you'd admire the way her body coordinated in that now blessing of a uniform as she'd bend all around.
But you really knew the beginning of this relationship or bond thing between the two of you was going to be serious once Seulgi invited you to sit with her during lunch. No— forced you to sit with her and her clique, sitting you down right beside her and keeping you in close.
All eyes fell on you as the friend group looked at you, clearly confused as to why you were all of a sudden seated there with them today, and honestly were quite judging with their stares.
All that the staring made you want to do was hide, and you didn't even dare to try sparing any eye contact with these girls. "Who's she?" one of them curiously asked Seulgi, but the hidden tone in her voice sounded very uninvitingly of you being there.
"She's Y/N, one of my new friends!" Seulgi explained to her happily. "—Well, I've never seen you hang out with her," another girl chimed in, raising her eyebrow at the both of you, clearly trying to throw some sort of shade.
"Hence, why I said new friend. We got closer today," Seulgi clarified, her forced smile flashed brightly to mask the tinge of annoyance you noticed in her voice. She was starting to get irritated at all of her friends' judgment. You bit your lip awkwardly as you looked down at your lunch tray, already embarrassed by the thick atmosphere your presence alone just being there had already caused.
Before anyone could make any more comments about you, the girl sitting on the other side of Seulgi looked down, noticing the earlier gifts you had given sticking out from the opening of Seulgi's bag. "Oh my gosh, Seulgi! Who got you these? You have a valentine?!"
Immediately, the tension died down and you were already nothing but a lost topic as everyone leaned over the table to check out the gifts sitting alongside Seulgi. Seulgi waved for everyone to sit and calm down and pulled out the gifts so the girls could see better. "Yes, guys.. I do have a valentine!" Seulgi confirmed to them with a blush, rolling her eyes playfully and covering her mouth to hide her smug smile.
"Who is it?!" one friend demanded, the others murmuring around, wanting to know the same.
You quickly stole a glance over to Seulgi's direction, staring nervously as you wondered what she was going to say to them.
Seulgi shook her head at them. "I'm not telling you!"
"Come on! Why? Is he ugly or something?"
"No— of course not!" Seulgi defended. "You guys just don't need to know everything about my life," she told them jokingly, but behind the smile, it was obvious she was serious about her words.
All of her friends in unison sighed dramatically with a roll of their eyes. "Seriously? Come on! Just give us a hint! Is he from the football team?"
"No."
"Basketball?"
"No."
"Is he in our English language class?"
"No."
"Is he hot?"
"Yes."
"Do we know him?"
"Is he in here right now?—"
"—Okay guys stop. I'm telling you right now, you're not going to guess who he is! And no matter what you do or say I'm not going to tell you anything," Seulgi stated firmly.
"Okay whatever.. just know, we're still not going to stop bothering you about this until we find out who he is."
Seulgi sighed with a dry laugh, mixing in with her friends' ticklish laughter. The girls around continued to talk with and exchange Valentine's gossip with each other while Seulgi turned over to you, seeing how noticeably uncomfortable you had gotten as you stared down at your tray, not a single bite of your food eaten.
"Can you give me your phone for a sec?" Seulgi whispered to you. You looked up, uncertain of what she would possibly need it for, but nodded anyway and handed your unlocked phone to her.
Really, you were surprised in yourself at how quickly and easily you gave her your phone, not even thinking twice about all of the bad things she could've planned on doing with it.
Not too long after, she handed you back your phone while pulling out her own. You looked at her confused until you felt a vibration a few seconds later come from your phone. You glanced down, seeing a message notification from an unfamiliar contact.
[Seulgi]
| sorry about them.. they can be a handful to deal with sometimes haha
| also sorry for lying to them about us
| i know ur upset
| i've never told any of them that i find attraction in girls so i had to continue with the thought that my valentine was a guy
| it's nothing against you i promise :(
[You]
| I know.. I get it though :):
Seulgi frowned when she heard you exhale a sigh from beside her.
[Seulgi]
| yk i wish i could've given you something for valentines if i would've known it was you behind those notes
| i would've had something so cute for you!!!
[You]
| Oh, NO no it's fine! Really
| Just seeing you enjoy my gifts is perfect enough for me :D
[Seulgi]
| :) ♡
The corner of your lips reached your cheekbones as you smiled stupidly at your phone, blushing and your heart fluttering around as you read the messages, continuously scanning over the heart emoji she sent.
You turned to face Seulgi, shyly smiling at her while she smiled back. Your attention was brought back down once you felt the buzz of your phone again.
[Seulgi]
| you should probably eat before your food gets cold
[You]
| Oh yeah..
*hearted message*
*Contact name has been changed to
"Seulgi ♡♡♡"*
Seulgi giggled softly watching as you quickly stuffed a spoonful of rice in your mouth after placing your phone down.
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You walked to your locker at the end of the day with a joyful heart. For once, you didn't feel like you wanted to hide from the world, you were proud of yourself, strutting down the once terrifying hallways, feeling the most confident you never thought you could be.
Crazy how much Seulgi's effect can have on a person.
After grabbing your belongings you exited the building by yourself, like always, and walked down the concrete steps. While making your detour to the sidewalk, you heard your name from afar get called out which quickly stopped you. You warily turned around, startled by the sudden yell, but settled your nerves once you saw Seulgi standing by the tennis court frantically waving over for you. You could see her motion two fingers for you to come, so of course with your obedient heart, you hurriedly skipped over.
When standing in front of Seulgi, you shyly fidgeted with your fingers. "Hi.."
"Hey, Y/N! Sorry for stopping you at a busy moment like this, but I just wanted to finally give you a Valentine's gift!"
"Really?!" you gasped, glancing down at her arms and the ground, though seeing nothing. "You know, you didn't have to.. What is it?!"
"Close your eyes," she instructed and with no hesitation you did as she said, holding your hands out, expecting a physical item to end up in your possession, but something happened that you weren't expecting in the slightest. Something you had only ever daydreamed of happening.. You wanted to scream, hide, run away, but you managed for your body to accept it, feeling Seulgi's tender lips pressed against your cheek, her lipstick staining pink on you once she lifted back.
By this point, you couldn't control yourself anymore, your legs and hands were shaking violently and you had lost all ability to speak as your jaw hung open. You knew you looked like an idiot, and your face had to have been as red as a chili pepper by then, you could feel the heat emanating from your shaken body.
"S..Seulgi..." you struggled out, entirely caught off guard by her action and touched your cheeks, gently patting on the area where her lips once were.
Seulgi winked at you, finally walking off. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
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{One month later}
"I've never had a sleepover before," you admit quietly as you enter Seulgi's bedroom, looking around in awe, admiring the spacious room.
"Seriously? Never?!" Seulgi asks surprised, closing and locking the door behind her. You shake your head sadly and place your night bag near her bed.
"Well then," Seulgi starts, "I guess I'll just have to make this the best, most unforgettable sleepover you'll ever have!" She grabs you from the waist, pulling you in close to her side, and you bubble a coy laugh at the swift movement of her gesture, still not used to being this touchy with anyone. "So uh, what do people usually do at sleepovers? Is it like what the movies show?"
Seulgi shrugs. "I mean, guess they can be like that sometimes. You know, realistically it's usually more tamed down than the movies, but tonight we can just do what you want!"
"Oh, okay," you mumble with a nod, holding your thumb up.
"So, what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know.." you mumble awkwardly, "I guess we could watch a movie?.. People do that at sleepovers, right?" you suggest, your voice rising more high-pitched the more unsure you start to sound. Seulgi chuckles, seeing your lack of experience shine through. "Of course they do!" Seulgi turns on her TV and once on hands you the remote. "You can choose the movie."
"Oh uh, I'm not really that good at choosing stuff.." you mutter, hesitantly taking the remote.
"Don't worry, I'll watch whatever you put on!"
You nod with that and scroll through the catalog until you click on a random comedy movie that you thought was something Seulgi would enjoy. "Do you want anything to eat or snack on?" Seulgi asks as she turns off the light and gets ready to exit the room while you make yourself comfortable in her bed. You shake your head. "You sure?" She asks again and you nod reassuringly, although you are, in fact, hungry.
Seulgi arrives back as quickly as she exits the room, not wanting to leave her guest on her own for too long, and returns with a small carton of strawberry ice cream, your personal favorite, though she doesn't know.
Seulgi scoots next to you on the bed. "You readyy?" she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows playfully to spark your excitement. "Yup!" you reply, trying to mimic her brow movements to match her energy which only causes her to laugh more.
As the movie plays, you sneak glances over in Seulgi's direction from time to time, eying the ice cream, watching as the amount gradually gets smaller. Your glances don't go unnoticed once Seulgi notices your gaze in the corner of her eye and turns to you with a smirk. "Whatcha looking at?" she teases.
You quickly look away embarrassed and put your focus back on the movie, ignoring her question.
"You want some, don't you? Don't worry, you can have some if you'd like!" Seulgi holds her hand out, offering you the carton. You gladly take the ice cream, but once you pull out the spoon, you then realize it's the same spoon she'd been eating off of this entire time. Are you supposed to use it? Is this how friends share things at sleepovers? Did she just forget to give you a different spoon? You hold up the spoon, tilting your head at Seulgi.
"Oh sorry, did you want your own?"
Oh, so it was intentional.
You quickly shake your head at her. "Oh— uh.. no— no! It's good!" You use the used spoon to scoop up the ice cream and shakily place it in your mouth.
This is technically like a kiss, right, you thought. Did you just kiss Seulgi? Or maybe you're just thinking too much into it since you've never had any friends to live the experience of sharing food with before.
After swallowing your spoonful, Seulgi grabs the spoon from you, taking another scoop for herself.
For the next ten minutes of the movie, you and Seulgi take turns eating from the tub, somehow, during the middle of it, creating a sort of silent competition of who could successfully get the final scoop.
You won, afterward teasing and poking fun at Seulgi for being too slow. You two laughed it off, but as it calmed down, Seulgi just stared at you, silently, and continued to do so for a good couple of seconds. The longer she looked at you, the more you started to get self-conscious and ran back to your usual overthinking.
"What? What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask nervously, wondering if she'd been staring at excess ice cream stuck to the corners of your mouth or if what you had thought you both knew was an just innocent game had instead gotten her upset.
"Nothing, you're just really pretty."
What?
Your brain doesn't want to believe her words because after all, you probably do have leftover ice cream sitting on your face. Your hair's messily tied up, you still have on those big ass nerdy glasses.. you're literally wearing my little pony pajamas for goodness sake!
Overall in conclusion, right now you know you're just not attractive in the slightest bit, yet.. you just couldn't help yourself from blushing like a loser and covering your cheeks from the compliment.
Seulgi has called you "cute" and "adorable" many times during the last few weeks, and they definitely flattered you, yes, but this compliment was something new, something you never thought you'd hear from anyone's mouth seriously besides your mother. And in honesty, this was something your fragile mind had been needing to hear for a long time, especially in a moment like this where you're nothing but being and looking like your true self.
"N-No! You're pretty!— I mean— Aaggh!" You grab one of Seulgi's fluffy pillows and stuff your head into it, hiding your cherry-red face. Seulgi giggles at your reaction and leans in to hug you. "Stop, you're always so cute when you react like this!"
The force of her hug somehow manages to push you two down to your backs, her arms still wrapped around you and her leg slightly resting on top of yours. Seulgi pulls the pillow away, allowing your burning face to look at her, all flustered and shy of embarrassment. She smiles down at you and you giggle shyly, wanting to cover your face once more.
Soon, the embarrassment wears off, but now you and Seulgi just remain staring at each other silently. You don't even know why though, but you do know you sure don't want to look away. You can't. It's like there's a force keeping you like this.
Apparently, that force didn't want to just stop at eye contact because before you knew it, Seulgi's lips were pressed softly against yours.
Your foggy mind quickly wakes up, your eyes going wide as you look across at Seulgi whose eyes are shut closed, feeling deep into the kiss. You internally panic, not knowing how to react and look side to side now with so many new confusing thoughts and feelings as your lips mindlessly move in sync with hers.
Oh my gosh— your first kiss and it's with Seulgi.. Seulgi?!
You slightly squeal when you feel Seulgi's lips part and her tongue seek out to find yours. You don't what in the world to do, your virgin lips have never made out with anyone before, so you just try to copy what you feel her doing, mimicking the way her tongue rolls with yours while still looking around the dark room frantically. After a few seconds, you tense down and get used to this feeling, finally closing your eyes and allowing yourself to ease into the kiss.
You don't want this to stop, you want to taste the sweet strawberry coated all in her mouth some more, but after what feels like an eternity, yet somehow not long enough, you two softly pull back from the kiss, fluttering your eyes open and looking right into hers. You two can't even say anything to each other, Seulgi's face now blushing a deep red like yours.
As if it was possible, you were gaining even deeper feelings for Seulgi.. and with the way her eyes are admiring, you can tell she's starting to feel them too.
Without a second thought or word, you quickly dig into your pajama shorts pocket, pulling out a folded paper. You were going to give this to Seulgi the next day, having already made an entire plan beforehand for how you originally were going to use it, but after this kiss something clicked something in you, making you realize you had to do this action quickly because at this point, there was no room in your heart to wait any longer for something you so desperately desired.
Seulgi looks down, feeling the note placed in her hand, you continuing to stay silent.
You would normally be nervous at a moment like this, but the determination you feel drastically overweighs those feelings as you watch her unfold and read the note.
Will you be my G♡rlfr♡end, Kang Seulgi?
— Candy ♡
Seulgi looks at you with a blank expression, suddenly confusing you when she hops off the bed to pick up her school bag without saying a word. She sits back beside you, pulls out a pen, and takes the note.
You watch as she flips it over to the blank side and starts writing on it. Then with a smile, she hands it back to you.
It's about time you'd ask :)
— Candy's girlfriend
LOL hope you guys are satisfied with this ending sorry to keep you so suspenseful for so long
— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১
#red velvet#kpop imagines#red velvet imagines#seulgi#kang seulgi#seulgi imagines#kpop#wlw#seulgi x reader#seulgi red velvet#kpop fanfic#kpop gg#fem reader#fluff
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Annual Favorite Supernatural Fic Rec List of 2023:
I bookmarked 66 fics in 2023 (and read…a lot more than that), but only 9 were written/updated in this year of our lord. SMH we gotta pump out more content, friends. Seriously though, I’ve got several more 2023 fic reads in my Marked for Later, but some are still WIPs or I just haven’t gotten around to picking them up yet. I’m sure some (like the much-hyped Lighthouse Keeper AU where there is darkness by the talented quiettewandering [@wanderingcas on tumblr]) will end up on my Bookmarked favs…but, alas, they’ll just have to wait for the 2024 recap.
The list below is in no particular order, barring the first, which has joined the ranks of one-of-my-favorite-fics-ever:
A Cliff That Knew Too Many Tides by luulapants (@luulapants)
E, early series Dean/others, 94,508 words
Partial Summary:
A canon rewrite AU diverging from the events of Some Cruel Tide, in which a shifter disguised as his father used Dean's blind obedience to molest him. By the start of S1, Dean's relationship with his father is more strained, his devotion more intense, and his life consumed by the need to hide the parts of himself he is most ashamed of.
My words:
If you’ve been looking for a gay!Dean manifesto, you’ve found it. Obviously, the subject matter is dark: warnings for past childhood sexual abuse, internal and external homophobia, past suicide attempt, and traumatic outing. It is also beautiful and heart-wrenching and scratches the swollen, itchy, weeping rash on my heart in a way that only the balm of good Dean angst can.
Favorite part:
“I wasn’t acting out,” he blurted.
“What?”
“When I – I wasn’t trying to act out or anything.” Deacon’s presence hovered behind him like an aura, and Dean reminded himself, Don’t rock the boat. Don’t rock the boat.
Dad sighed. The line crackled, and Dean pictured him standing in a phone booth somewhere, probably huddled up against the cold. “Then what the hell would you call it?”
Dean tried out a few words in his head, imagining how they’d sound to Deacon. He ended up with, “I misunderstood. I thought I was supposed to.”
Asterism of an F-Series Ford Pick Up by disabled_dean (@disabled-dean)
M, Destiel, 17,408 words
Partial Summary:
When you've been to hell, desire is isolating and ugly.
Or: Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is exceptionally horny about it
My words:
The way Dean’s PTSD is described in this fic, like a slow, oozing poison that awakens the longer he and Cas travel together, is tantalizing and masterful. Ostensibly, this fic is about Dean and Cas road-tripping to a case. It’s actually about how you, a monster-hunter, can come to terms (or not) with your body and soul when you think you’ve become the very thing you’re spent your whole life hunting.
Favorite part:
"Like everything will be going fine and then all of a sudden I just. Can’t. I can't stand it. And the more fine everything is, the worse it gets and I feel-" he breaks off, eyes on his hands like they aren't his hands, thumb rubbing over and over the ring on his index finger, "It's like everyone else is living this normal fucking life and I'm still back in the pit."
Personal Space: The Final Frontier by botley
M, Destiel, Star Trek AU, WIP, 63,570 words
Partial summary
"Captain's Log, Stardate 10918.8. Captain Ellen Harvelle reporting, First Officer… Castiel… attending. After a month of bargaining with the Gehennian government, efforts to permit a search party within the Rack facilities still proved unsuccessful. Although Starfleet’s orders dictated we tuck tail and leave, I elected to disregard this decision and beam a rescue operations team down for the recovery of Lieutenant Commander Dean Winchester.”
My words:
This fic has been on my rec lists before. It’s still a WIP, but it very unexpectedly posted an update after a 3(?) year hiatus, so I’ll cling to hope until my fingernails leave a bloody, mauled mess. This is basically a Star Trek AU where our favorite Supernatural gang are fucking around in Starfleet instead of the Midwest. Fantastic stuff – worth the read even if it does remain unfinished.
Favorite line:
"Dean made a face. Castiel decided the man was hideous."
Receding by minkmix
T, early season gen, 38,729 words
Summary:
After a visit to an old, abandoned theme park in the desert, Sam begins to notice strange lapses in Dean's memory. As his brother starts to disappear before his eyes, Sam must rush to find an answer before there isn't anything left to save...
My words: A Lucky Charms fic if I’ve ever read one. Delicious, crunchy marshmallow goodness of some fantastic Dean!whump and panicked caretaker!Sam with the solid undercurrent of slightly sweetened amalgamized oat and corn cereal of a solid case fic. Yum.
Favorite part:
“Sammy?” Dean cut him off.
“W-What is it?”
“What’s Dad’s name?”
Sam’s chest heaved as he fought himself from sounding as stunned as he felt.
“John.”
Swan Upon Leda by kelsstiel (@kelstiel)
E, Destiel real-world AU, 174,096 words
Summary:
Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.
My words: A solid, old-fashioned romantic AU. It’s unpretentious, fluffy, heart-warming, authentic and the kind of could-have-been-a-novel goodness that makes up the heart and breadth of fanfiction. Warning for infant illness and death (not Jack).
Favorite part:
"I know they say there’s a chance, but I’ve just got this feeling .” She shook her head and looked down for a moment. She looked up again and took a deep breath as if steadying herself. “I wish I could see you grow up.”
five minutes to six by saintedcastiel (@saintedcastiel)
M, Destiel real-world AU, 23,383 words
Summary:
Castiel Novak has been the co-host of Good Morning, Lawrence! for a little over ten years when he stumbles across the story of a lifetime. But after a producer pulls the segment and tells him to forget it, Castiel begins to wonder who's really pulling the strings. Can he bring the truth to light while somehow managing to keep his co-host, and the man he loves, in the dark?
My words: Another Goddamn quality AU. This one is a little quippier and fast paced than the Hospital AU above, but it’s full of fantastic characterization and even a last-minute breaking and entering romp. Fun that’s perfect for the whole family!
Favorite part:
“Been asking you out all week.” Dean tells him, and Castiel realizes all at once he’s right.
“Oh my god.” Castiel laughs. “You have.”
This Is Not My Beautiful Wife by luckshiptoshore (@luckshiptoshore)
T, Destiel, one-shot, 4,755 words
Summary:
“Dean,” says the man again. “This isn’t real. You need to come with me, now.”
Dean’s been zoning out again. But he can’t escape the feeling that something’s very, very wrong … and wherever he goes, a strange man in a trench coat follows.
My words: You gotta love the Djinn dream trope. This one has everything you want in a caught-in-a-fake-reality-while-your-lover-pleads-for-you-to-return-to-the-waking-world story, plus an extra dash of on-point characterization and some truly imaginative scenarios for Dean’s alternate realities.
Favorite part:
“We could look into adoption,” says Cas. “If you’d like. Of course we could also simply take a child, but I think that’s frowned on."
we really shouldn't be doing this by LoversAntiquities (@tragidean)
E, Destiel, 17,138 words
Summary:
After Castiel goes missing for a week, Dean finds him in an abandoned cemetery in the middle of nowhere Kansas, suffering from a mysterious welt. Only, as the hours go on, the deeper the curse grows—and Dean finds more than he bargained for, namely on every surface he and Castiel can find.
My words: This is more straight-up (not straight) porn than I usual rec, but this is a fantastic take on the from-sex-to-love fic where everyone was already in love to begin with. There’s a hefty sprinkle of idiots-to-lovers and sex-curse. Also angst, which is my bread and butter.
Favorite line:
Castiel stares up at him, his eyes gone soft, hooded. Dean thumbs over his eyelid, just to watch it flutter shut. “I’m not solely interested in you for your hands, or your mouth. They are wonderful attributes, but I don’t long for them so much as I long for you.” He leans into Dean’s palm and kisses the center. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but it would take the death of the universe to get me to stop.”
Postpartum Prometheus by babbyspanch, saltslimes (@dragqueenpentheus @nifedick)
E, Destiel, technically mpreg, WIP, 18,959 words
Summary
Welcome to the Supernatural renaissance. Welcome to Castiel and the terrible naissance.
My words: warning for the fact that this is technically an mpreg fic even though Castiel is an angel and not really a man. Warning, also, because this is another WIP that hasn’t been updated since the beginning of the year, so I don’t know if it’ll be finished. Basically, Dean and Cas bump uglies to unexpected results. Cas kinda freaks without telling Dean he’s his baby daddy. He also yanks out his intestines so said baby can be nice and comfortable in there. Funny and angsty.
Favorite part:
“Are those—?”
“Yeah.” He waves his hand at the door again, starting to feel like one of those used car lot inflatable men, limbs akimbo. “A total murderer looking guy just bolted that way. And not like— the regular murderer-looking people who come in.”
“And he left his organs.” Dennis thinks a moment, and then shrugs, as if this isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever seen. He’s been working here longer than anyone Henry knows, maybe it isn’t. He opens his mouth and Henry can’t help hoping some miracle plan of action is going to fall out of it. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Um. What?”
“I don’t want to offend you.” He pauses, brows furrowed. He rolls Henry’s cup over in his hand. “What is a ‘FABINISTA’?”
Add your favorite written-in-2023 fics in the tags or a reblog!
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tattoo!artist Ellie's sketchbook
Part 1 | Part 2
Okay i headcannon that her journal is a fuckin mess (like mine)
like, random tattoo designs on one page, random things like ticket stubs and a business card of an ice cream place she liked and some sketches of you all on the same page
tis a fucking mess
you found it once, she was watching a movie with you on your couch, except it wasn't something she enjoyed but wanted to spend time with you
leading to you laying in her lap, watching a movie, while she used her sketchbook on the armrest to sketch "tattoo designs" she was sketching you
she couldn't help it!!! you just looked so fuckin adorable all comfy in her lap and giggling at the jokes in the movie even though you've heard them a thousand times before
after like, half an hour of holding it in, she finally nudges you off to go pee, you pout but let her leave and just sorta awkwardly sit there, fighting with yourself not to open the notebook that she bookmarked with her pencil
eventually you decide you'll just say that it got knocked over when she got up and quickly open it, careful to keep the pencil in the same place
the page you open to is filled with sketches of where she is, her feet on the foot rest in front of her with some dialogue she found funny on the TV in the background, the lil poster you have above the tv, and finally, you
she sketched your side profile, the way your hair is falling on her lap, a smaller sketch of her fingers in your hair, and your favorite, one of your hands clinging to her free one and kissing her knuckles
you looked through some of the other ones, trying your best to not drop the ticket stubs or random stuff she'd tucked into the journal
a few pages back, you found the reciept for the dinner on your first date, with a sketch of how you looked that day doodled on top of it
looking back a little further, she found the napkin you'd written your number on along with a sketch of the tattoo you'd come in to get, with a small note that said "basic" with an eye roll emoji
you laughed, thinking she couldn't get any cuter, but the second the door opened, you remembered she would kill you for this, you tuck the pencil in what you tHOUGHT was the right page and resumed your position on the cough, feigning innocence
ellie fuckin knows something is wrong when you're fidgeting, and it confirms it when she settles back with your head into her lap and she notices the pencil is on a different page
her face turns such a bright red, she couldn't be happier you didn't see it
clearing her throat, she asks you "so, did you like what you saw?"
"Yep, loving the movie from here els." you replied, praying she wasn't talking about the notebook
"Seriously? you didn't even look at the good pages." She pouted, quickly flipping through and showing you a few pages she was really proud of
it had some tattoo designs for you, a few sketchses of your face, a ticket stub from the first time you invited her to your place and she came by the subway, everything
it was gorgeous, she was gorgeous
though she didn't forgive you for sneaking through her things and tickled you till you apologized a hundred times over by kissing her, it still wasn't enough as she dragged you into the bedroom, notebook long forgotten
A/N: I had this idea yesterday when i was talking to someone about my sketchbook. anyway like 300 of y'all have seen this AU, one of you has to have some ideas for this? requestss?
#tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#the last of us#tlou 2#ellie#tlou fanfiction#myc's writings#the last of us 2#the last of us part 2
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Sandman fic recs for Underrated Characters and Ships: Lucienne Edition (part 1)
This is a non-exhuastive list of my personal favorite Lucienne-centric and Morphienne fics and series I've found so far. If you can think of any others I've forgotten don't hesitate to add on!
Okay first off: my friend @pratchettfan87 has written a lovely fic I'm helping beta where Lucienne and her comic counterpart meet and bond and you need to go read it rn You Are The Light That Guides the Way. It's also a great exploration of the events of Sandman from the perspective of both librarians. It's not complete but it's rapidly getting put together so pls go give her encouragement and feedback so you can keep seeing more if you want! I'm gonna try to roughly go in order from most to least nsfw as we go down. Part 2 will contain other ships like Gault x Lucienne and Calliope x Lucienne.
Gen fics
And the Darkness Hummed by @navigatorwrongway - one of my all time absolute favorite Lucienne fics in this fandom, period that delves into her backstory before she even met Dream and takes you on a Journey through her life and it's. Mwah. It's art
nosso amor (our love) by marveling_under_an_open_sky is an achingly tender exploration of Lucienne's trauma and her getting comforted for once.
For Morphienne
Literally everything @cosmictapestry (aka cosmicjourney on AO3) has ever written is an instant recommend from me. Seriously. I can't think of one single thing she's written I didn't like. Heed the tags, but if you're old enough to be interacting with the NSFW stuff and it's your thing, do yourself a favor and dive into their delicious Morphienne smut drabbles on tumblr and the longer stuff on AO3. Go do it right now. It can be emotional and painful but all very well written. And his We Divinity series is heartbreaking and beautiful and with all the characters spot-on and the writing poetry like you've never seen.
and take thee up thy nurse's fee by stellerssong, a selkie!Dream au with wonderful atmosphere
It's About Old Friends by JerseyDragons is sweet and funny and a spot on take on a queerplatonic/sort of romantic version of their dynamic.
Wingmanning for Fun and Profit by unseenbox - is an absolutely adorable look at a Morphienne love confession from Matthew's POV.
Jewel by @softest-punk is super lovely and sweet, pure quality fluff.
Stellerssong's red moon series is a really interesting werewolf au of not just Morphienne but also Corintheus. It's on a slow burn but it's definitely worth it imo.
Also stellerssong's OTHER series "through endless revisions" is just a fantastic take on Daniel!Dream adjusting to his new life and everyone who knew and loved him having to do the same, but the specifically Morphienne standouts are as follows: please come back and be (just a little bit), eutropic, a pillar I am upright , room for one more taste , and for just to suffer that hurt. All of these are well worth the read, most but room for one more taste have angst and smut involved as well as sharp writing and characterization. Seriously can't recommend these enough, these are some of the best of the lot and that's saying something.
Dreams Written in Sand by cunticuss very slow burn but lovely and feels very them.
Woolgathering by sunsorbit is ANOTHER slow burn series full of wonderful characterization and pining and includes the library as an observer and character in itself which I'm always a sucker for.
How Vibrant the Color by unnecessary - unfffff. This is peak poetic emotional therapy dream sex. One of my favorites.
Gold by MDWG aka the most tender sex imaginable.
Contrapposto by stuntmuppet - pure smut. My only complaint is how short it is.
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hi! love your blog. I was wondering if you have any fic recs? I’m especially looking for royjamiekeely but I’m flexible :) thank you!!
Hi! I have read a lot of the R/J/K tag, and gosh, there is seriously so much incredible stuff in there. It sort of depends on what kind of vibe you're going for, but here are a few* to get you started.
Note: many of these are rated M or E, so please check the actual warnings and ratings and summaries before reading :)
Start with author inlovewithnight and literally just read everything they've ever written, it is all completely brilliant and there is something for all tastes. My personal favorites are the blood in my mouth, I wish it was mine and they threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea, but do be aware those are definitely darker/heavier fics and heed the tags!!! (the first has quite bit of noncon [not between RJK] and the second involves physical abuse initiated by James Sr.). For a lighter option I recommend Follow the Hearts and You Can't Go Wrong which is a lovely future R/J/K fic about the end of Jamie's career
from there move along to @valonia47 (Ao3) and @belmottetower (Ao3) and Mixtape Star (Ao3) and also read everything they've written :) I wanted to single out favorites for you but how could I when it's all so very good?
our bodies touch and the angels cry by lennynards: R/J/K that starts out with Roy & Jamie having to stay within 10 feet of each other at all times after both accidentally drinking a weird tea Jane brewed up for Beard. Yes it sounds like a completely ridiculous premise but it is one of my favorite RJK fics ever, 12/10
In Colour series by lyricl: this one feels so very true to canon and it just gets them all so right, I don't know how else to describe it. It's not a complete series though and nobody has actually gotten together as of yet, fyi. They're all far too busy having a lot of complex (& horny) feelings about each other from afar.
This might be a long shot that's not quite what you're looking for but, For Now series by Wild Wren. It's actually mostly a Roy/Keeley series, and I started reading it on a whim because I literally ran out of new things to read in the R/J/K and Jamie tags at one point, lol. Then it ended up being some of my favorite fanfic of all time. It's Roy/Keeley but like, in a not normative and also very kinky way that does a great deep dive into their respective ~issues~. Also Wild Wren had them break up even before the show had them break up, and in a much better and far more detailed way, just saying!! Part 4 is pre-ot3 in the messiest possible way. What a brilliant series, I cannot recommend it enough.
Outgrow the shoes of expectations by @destinationtoast : Brilliant on the ot3 side of it and even better on the character study of each individual within the ot3. Sooo so good. I think about it all the time.
another box with a question mark by irishmizzy: going to be completely honest when I say I don't fully remember this one, but I do know it was very funny and excellent and it is also rated T which makes it different from a lot of the others on my list, so i wanted to include!! It is in my bookmarks and I'm going to be rereading it asap now :)
something that's so close by @ohlafraise : s3 outtake that is very funny and perfect and lovely and also happens to be rated T :) also check out one night upon the shore by the same author. It's Jamie/Keeley, but don't worry Roy's there in spirit. You'll see. That one is very much not T though, lol
by any other name by renecdote: Jamie accidentally wears a Kent jersey instead of his own jersey on the pitch and the internet thinks they're dating (spoiler: they are dating). Who cares if it's not realistic because it's so hilarious and wonderful, amen.
Oh Lord, You've Never Been so in Love by asexual-fandom-queen. I literally just read this one, it's hot off the presses and it is so sexy and tender and also just gets these three so very right. the perfect anecdote to the end of s3.
Anddd of course I have to self promo a little and recommend you Waterfalls (between seasons 1&2 canon divergence), The Full Picture (s3: Jamie attempting to parent-trap RoyKeeley while avoiding his feelings for both of them) and my new one Confetti (ot3 fluff where they celebrate Phoebe's favorite holidays)
*I said I'd give a few and then proceeded to be really long about it, but like, what else is new? For that reason I've tried to stick to strictly R/J/K fics, but if you'd like Roy/Jamie or gen fic/Jamie fic recs also let me know because I could totally make a whole separate post about those, lol.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️
anna this is so nice thank you so much for including me! 🥺❤️
this night (4,637 words, oneshot, complete)
what it's about: it's a modern, still-magic-but-not-quite-the-same-magic AU retelling of sirius's infamous werewolf prank. the whole thing transpires in just one night, told from different perspectives and happening in different parts of the same city.
why i love it: it's got everything i love writing (and reading tbh) about! angst, magical realism, modern au, pre-dating jily, blackevans, marauders dynamic, black brothers dynamic, found family (although currently on the rocks), and small glimpses of the different kinds of friendship that make up that found family (james and lily, james and sirius, remus and sirius, sirius and lily, remus and lily, james and remus, even peter). i liked the way the story came to me, too. like, not quite linear, but in this sort of shifting perspectives/styles kind of narration? i do sometimes reread it and think i could have done better piecing it together, but i'm also pretty proud of the way it is!
completely human (5,161 words, oneshot, complete)
what it's about: a modern magic superhero AU!
why i love it: same reasons as for this night, but this one's happier, with a conventional start-to-finish plot. like, if this night is a CW episode of a teen show, this one's a disney movie?
the one with the storm and all the texting (5,668 words, oneshot, complete)
what it's about: modern/coffee shop/university AU. sirius owns a coffee shop. james is a barista in it. lily frequents it. there is a big storm, and lily gets stranded with james in it. james freaks out in the group chat. (also worth noting: sirius is also very hot in this fic. like, think leather jacket, mystery novel, and motorbike lol.)
why i love it: it was very fun to write! i made myself laugh while writing it. which is rare.
maybe it was egos swinging (maybe it was her) (11,196 words, 2 parts, complete)
what it's about: hogwarts jily academic rivals AU! i wrote this one for @florenceafternoon, to whom i owe the prompt and the years this fic added to my life span.
why i love it: it was one of the easiest ones to write. fics like this one (the length, the plot, the style) usually take forever, but this one practically wrote itself? like, there were things i didn't plan that just came to me as i was writing them, and it just. all flowed and tied up nicely in the end, i think. this one's recent though, so i might change my mind about it, but so far i love it :)
seven things (19,017 words, 7 chapters, complete)
what it's about: modern muggle AU. they all attend a performing arts school. they're all in a play (sort of). lily sings. and acts. the marauders are also in a band.
why i love it: NOSTALGIA. lol. like, listen, this is really old, so the writing is... not the best, so please proceed with caution if you do check it out. but i love it because it's based on actual happy memories (aka my school life) and i had a lot of fun writing it! it's fluffy to a fault (like seriously someone's legit told me it's too sweet for them, so caution and all that), and perhaps corny also. but it'll always and forever be a happy corner in my house of jilys! :)
#jily#jily*#fic recs#THANK YOU SO MUCH ANNA#<3#sorry i blabbed a bit lol#bad day wall isn't here because it's not done yet!!!#but it's gonna climb up the charts for sure#time lapse also#apalapucian*
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Hi there! I've read a lot of ROTTMNT fics, and I mean. A LOT. But holy fuck The Neon Void is literally the most amazing thing I've ever read.
The pacing is FANTASTIC? I'm way too impatient for reveals to take so long in my own writing, the fact you've managed to make it last 20 chapters (so far)? INSANE. /POS.
The characterization is absolutely phenomenal, it genuinely feels like this is something that could have happened in canon. It FEELS like the characters in every sense, even with Leo being the way he is! Its genuinely amazing.
Not to mention the ANGST. Presumed death is my favorite trope ever, and the fact all of their grief feels so palpable? The way you described Raph's grief in one of the chapters stuck with me so much, I forget the exact wording but it was like "He couldn't be more grateful to have had Leo for a brother, or more proud of the fact he had been his big brother" I don't know something like that AND IT FELT LIKE A KNIFE TO THE CHEST. WONDERFULLY DONE.
AND THE TELEPORTATION THING- making true teleportation so difficult in such a smart way was such a great move. I LOVE that aspect so much.
I'm gonna cut this ramble off here before I further go off the rails, I just wanted to say this is my all time favorite fanfic EVER. Even long when this is over I expect myself to come back to reread it VERY often. You're doing an amazing job, and you're a really awesome writer!
Have a wonderful day! :D
SOB THANK U SO MUCH
But seriously, that means a lot ;w; I’m always worried that my pacing is too slow, or if I’m hitting the marks on the boys’ personalities. ESPECIALLY with Leo fighting between insane giggle fits and self-loathing. It's been a challenge for sure. The reassurance that it’s somewhat believable makes me incredibly happy ;w; The story beats of this fic are honestly new territory for me—so it means the WORLD to me that you took the time to let me know you like my silly story!!! Especially since this is the first fic I’ve ever published—it’s a huge relief knowing that people enjoy my brain worms LOL
Honestly the amount of positive feedback I’ve gotten just from my silly little fic has totally floored me. Everyone has been so sweet and so kind and honestly writing this fic has brought me so much joy and I’m so happy that it makes other people happy too ;w;
But like??? The fact you feel like it could be canon?? THAT IS SUCH A HIGH COMPLIMENT THANK YOU 😭😭😭 I will admit I am proud of the teleportation aspect, and while I have some other silly particle physics lessons planned I just hope it all makes sense to readers in the end ;w;
Thank you again so so so much ;w; I love big dramatic reveal fics too, so it’s been VERY painful for me to have made it this far without a reveal LMAO. Seriously, I can’t wait to get this silly guy written and moved out of my head to free up rent space for some fanfic READING again (I WILL get distracted if I let myself read other fics rn SOB) I’ll def have to check yours out too because it sounds DELICIOUS 🤤✨
#thank you again so much ;w;#TNV asks#pastel prattling#this was such a nice pick me up while struggling to polish this chapter#[do it for her meme but it's all my readers]#writing action is hard af but hopefully it sounds cool in the end lmao
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my curse: "Gee I wonder what my old buddy Nightcrawler's up to in 2024? hmm let's check around and see -"
"... why did i look why did i look why"
Seriously why does Marvel do this? I won't deny that Nightcrawler fans like to joke about the tail thing. For the kinkier ones, it's maybe not as much of a joke too. (But - it still is. Y'all know that right. Real people don't have tails. Anyway, you're welcome to make fun of this, as long as I eventually see some dudebro extra show up and ICly ask Colossus about his giant metal wang.)
Women hitting on Nightcrawler and being overtly sexual towards him in a way that would be pretty creepy IRL isn't a new thing in the comics. It's weird, but even though it reads as creepy, it's intended to show that despite looking like a gargoyle, Nightcrawler is hot and can attract girls and is totally an authentic superhero. It's complimentary creepiness 9_9 I don't take issue with that because that is superhero comics, everyone is horny all the time, and attraction is inexplicable. Basically it boils down to "I've got lips/ And I've got lips/ Let's get together and use those lips"
However. In the Draco, we got Jubilee, who was like 18 at the time, complimenting a naked and extremely distressed Nightcrawler on his, uh, junk. His reaction amounted to "..." Then a couple years ago, we got a... demonically possessed?? Illyana - whose age is a fucking mystery, she's not a teen anymore, probably Kitty's age, but anyway she's young - hitting on Nightcrawler as well. Once again he's brilliantly "..." about it. And now we've got this girl. I don't know how old she's meant to be, but she's written to sound like a young chatterbox - while being blonde and buxom and dressed like a Hooters waitress. "OH EM GEE" she spells out vocally??? Then exoticizes him, then asks him sexual questions???
There's definitely a way to comment on the invasiveness of fans who feel entitled to any detail no matter how personal about someone famous. But must it be through teenage girls you purposely drew to be hot and stupid? And I'm being generous by even suggesting that's what the intent here is. I think it's way more likely this is just another version of the "complimentary creepiness" shtick, only made more awful by the like twenty year age gap (I guess Crawler was aged down with everyone else but come on do any of us feel that's real in any sense). You get to lust after this girl while hating her simultaneously for being everything wrong with young women. Who is this for? They can't imagine it's for Nightcrawler's female fans. They can't be that obtuse. It's obviously for the boys.
So then the question is, what is there for the female fans? Because having female fans is kind of something Nightcrawler's known for. And any time something happens to a character - or a story - that the bros don't like, they blame the change on pandering to female fans. On feminism. On reverse sexism. But please someone sit down and explain to me how it's pandering to us female fans to write our favorite character like a tongue-tied himbo ("uh... um... uh..." wow crawler you smooth criminal! it's really obvious you've been a grown ass man since the 70s) while simultaneously insulting our entire gender as vapid nymphos?? Several times???
gosh. next time please just let crawler react by saying "sister you've got boundary issues and should be hitting on someone your own age goodbye." honestly this shit wasn't even cute when Claremont did it and he gets a pass on everything
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I need an assistant - Romanoff's Assistant
DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.
Summary: You find your dream job in a not-so-expected way.
Boss ! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant ! Reader
Warnings: none.
Natasha Romanoff's Masterlist RA Masterlist RA account Chapter I aesthetic
The morning started like any other, doing your skincare routine, going for a walk to your favorite coffee shop in the whole world, or well, at least in New York. With your beige coat, black dress pants and a white shirt. It's october, autumn is here, so the cold. You grabbed your handbag and your folder, say goodbye to Lena, your cat and start your way.
It's been a month since you graduated from uni in Psychology, so as you all may be thinking, yes, You're looking for a job.
You got in to The Barista, you've been coming here every day for about two years now, you'll see a student needs a lot of coffee and a quiet place to work, this is the ideal place.
"Y/N! Morning! the usual?" Kate asked you, she is a very special girl, always happy with a bright smile, you have known her since a year ago when she started working here, you became very close, you two go to get lunch or drinks together, fun fact, she loves to tease you even though you both know that you only share a beautiful friendship.
"Good morning, my favorite barista, yes please, I need your coffee." you wink at her, yes, you also like to tease her.
"I'm the only barista, of course I'm your favorite! Also, if you keep winking at me I'll start giving you free coffee every morning."
"Well, I think I'm going to keep doing it."
Kate moves to one side preparing your coffee to go, you have to go deliver your curriculum to some companies and studios that you have seen that need an assistant, yeah, you graduated in psychology, but first you have to make money to be able to have your own studio. Once you're called to pick up your drink, you hand Kate the money, but she tells you that's on the house, you thank her and continue your way to the front door. Distracted and without looking, you ended up bumping into a redhead making your folder with all your documents fall. Grateful that your coffee hasn't spilled, you see the woman in front of you bends down to pick up your things.
"I'm so sorry, let me help you." In your shorts twenty-one years on earth you have never seen a woman as beautiful as the one in front of me and for some reason you feel like you know her. You lock eyes as she stands up and hands you the papers, except for one. Your curriculum.
"Looking for a job, huh?" She says with raspy voice as she reads.
"Yeah, I was about to go deliver it."
"Well, I think today is your lucky day because, I need an assistant, Natasha Romanoff." And just like that your frozen in place, is this real? God, you seriously can't believe it. Since the beginning of your career you've been following her work, you have almost never seen photos just one, you think, that's why you feel strange about her, cause you do know who she is. Your dream was one day to be able to work with her.
"I can't believe it, I was about to drop off my resume at your company, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, it's nice to finally meet you"
"Finally?" she asks you, confused.
"Uhm yes, since the beginning of my career I have followed your work, your research, you are my role model." You said excitedly, she smiles at you and looks at the sheet again.
"Okay, let me see," her gaze dropped to the written paper "So, you're just graduated in psychology with a master's degree in child psychology, criminology, neuropsychology and mindfulness. Impressive." You can't help but smile, at the same time you play with the rings on my fingers, a sign of your nervousness. "If you wait for me to get my coffee we can go to my company together. I'm very interested in what you have to offer and I would like to give you a chance."
You can't believe anything that is happening to you, the feel that at any moment your alarm is going to ring or you're going to fall out of my bed is tickling in your brain.
"Yes, of course, I'll wait, thank you very much, Miss Romanoff." And with nothing more to say, she hands you the foil and goes to order her coffee. You listened to her order, coffee with almond milk, extra hot, without sugar and only the cup 70% full, you made a mental reminder, just in case.
She hands Kate the money plus a generous tip once she receives her coffee, turns back and walks towards you. You open the door for her to go out first, turn your head to Kate, who is with a thumbs up and a smile from ear to ear muttering 'good luck'. You laughed at her enthusiasm, sure she heard everything
You get out and walk to Miss Romanoff's side. Her Company is only two avenues away, you go in silence, enjoying your coffee. As you get closer you see her building, tall mirrored glass floor to celling with at least 20 floors, Romanoff's company.
You go ahead and open the door for her, again she murmurs a thank you and leads your way. You entered to the elevator and as you thought, this building has more than twenty floors, twenty seven to be exact. That's the number Miss Romanoff rings, her office. When it opens the doors you see a long glass desk, behind a shelf with several folders, suppose are her patients. Computer, notebook and ipad, agenda and pens, highlighters, post it, everything an assistant would need.
Glass panels surround her office that separate it from the other one, although you can not see through it, they are mirrored. She opens the door letting you in and closes it behind her, walks past you and sits at her large glass desk. Her office is minimalist. Excellent view towards central park, obviously, white sofa to one side, carpet under it, a small table in front and two armchairs. The furniture is white also the marble floor with shiny grayish tones without a trace of dust.
"Sit down, let's get started." She points to the chair in front of her desk. You sit and cross your legs, she scans you up and down until her eyes meet your, and you do no other than gulp, loud, Miss Romanoff smirks.
"Why do you want to work as an assistant and not as a psychologist?" She asks you and relaxes her posture by leaning back in her chair.
"I would like first to gain experience, gather all the knowledge I can to later develop myself better, I would like to open my own studio." You answer without hesitation, you're very clear about what you want.
"Why at Romanoff's company?"
"As I said before, Miss Romanoff, I admire you, I admire your work, I would like to be able to learn as many things as possible and gain skills in the field. I would like to contribute all my knowledge and be able to be your help whenever you need it, I will do anything yo ask me."
"Anything I ask for?" She quicks an eyebrow.
"Yes, Miss Romanoff." She asks you for your foil again and you handed it to her, as she reads better than she did in the café, you take your time to scan her. Red straight hair, plump lips and green eyes with large lashes, delicate eyebrows, define jawline that looks it could cut. Her face is perfect, magazine worthy. Her large neck, adorned with a white shirt, two buttons undone, matching black suit and heels of the same color. She smells like vainilla, so intoxicating, you sigh and she looks at you, feeling the burn in your cheecks, shit.
Her eyes go back to the letters in the paper. "I'm massive impressive, Miss Y/L/N." and looks at you again, "How old are you exactly?"
"Twenty-one, Miss Romanoff." Her eyes open wide, she thought you were older.
"You're twenty-one and you already graduated from college with four masters degrees, always top of your class, Harvard. You have such a potencial"
Now you can't believe what she's saying, it's what, 10am? And this day couldn't go any better.
"I need you to know that I don't usually do this, but my previous assistant quit and I need one now. You got the Job, Miss Y/L/N, I want you here monday at 8am, you have a week-test, one day late, one mistake and your gone. Understand?" well, it went better.
"Yes, Miss Romanoff." You nodded.
"Great." She stands up and leads you to your new office. When you tell Kate all this she's not going to believe it. When you wake up this morning you didn't think that you were going to be hired, by no one else than the most powerful women on this country, if not the continent, to work for her in the company you always dreamed, all this happened too fast.
Miss Romanoff starts to tell you what you have to do. As you thought, receive calls, schedule appointments with patients, organize her agenda, see upcoming events and trips, nothing pretty much than the usual things an assistant does. She scolds you to the elevator door and that's the last glimpse of her until Monday, what a good form to start the day.
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Interested in Writing But Can't Seem to Write
Anonymous asked: I've been interested in writing since I was a child. Used to be a bookworm. Whole chapter books in one night, completely addicted as a form of escapism. My first real dream job was to be an author - I decided this at around 11 maybe. No matter how many phases I've had, I always return to wanting to be an author.
I am 22 now. I have not written a single thing. I vaguely remember writing like, maybe 3 things at most. Incomplete works that I just had fun with. And this was before I even turned 14.
But in all those years of "loving writing and books" and "wanting to be an author" I did straight up nothing. Didn't even contribute to fanfics for the fandoms I was deeply obsessed with (I do remember trying once but wasn't into it). At some point reading was out of my life too.
I'm going to start here, because of these conflicting statements:
-- "I have not written a single thing."
-- "I vaguely remember writing like, maybe 3 things at most."
See the issue? ;) If you've written "maybe 3 things" you have written something. They may have been incomplete, and you may not even remember what you were, but that doesn't mean you should discount them. You have written. That experience is still in there somewhere.
One of my biggest pet peeves as a longtime writer is hearing newer writers refer to themselves as "aspiring writers." If you write, you're a writer. Period. It doesn't matter if you journal, write poetry, write fan-fiction, or wrote a middle-school round robin with friends where you all married your favorite K-Pop stars. You write. You're a writer. And, honestly, even if you're not actively writing right now, if you want to write--if you think about writing, are constantly jotting down story ideas and character names, and are eagerly gathering inspiration from all around you... guess what? You're still a writer.
Now I'm trying to take my interest in writing more seriously, but I just can't sit down and write. I'm good at storing notes and ideas and daydreaming what my stories are about, but nothing is ever produced. If I think about it I immediately lose interest - even if I am in fact still interested in writing and publishing? I'm very confused by my behaviour and I wonder if it's normal.
What you're experiencing isn't unusual. In fact, most writers experience it from time to time, though usually it happens at points further into the writing journey and not right at the start. But I still wouldn't call that "abnormal." It happens.
There are a hundred-million reasons why it happens, and the only way to figure out why it's happening for you right now is to do some soul-searching. At your age, I think a prime suspect would be that you're in the jumping off point for your adult life. This can be a tumultuous time for a variety of reasons, and your focus and energy may be naturally geared toward the things that help you explore and settle into this new phase of life. Even beyond that, if you have have a demanding job (including being a parent or caregiver), are going to school or studying for job-related tests/classes, or have a lot going on right now (multiple projects, lots of travel, lots of appointments and social commitments, etc.)--your focus and energy is probably running thin as it is, so finding a way to funnel what's left into writing is going to take some finesse. And that's if this is even the right time for it, which I'll get to later on.
Writing Stress = Writing Avoidance
One of the most mind-blowing things I've learned about writing is that writing avoidance often comes down to writing feeling stressful for whatever reason. If you're putting a lot of pressure on yourself to write, write a certain amount, meet goals or deadlines, that translates to stress. It makes writing stressful, and the problem with that is evolution has wired our brains to avoid things that are stressful. At its most basic level, stress is a response to danger--you hear a lion roar in the distance, it causes you stress, you turn and run in the opposite direction. Stress triggers the "fight or flight response," a defense mechanism that protects us from the impending danger. With writing, "fight" shows up as self-criticism. "Flight" shows up as avoidance.
So, if you find that you want to write but are avoiding it, it's worth considering if you're avoiding it because it feels stressful to you. If so, there are things you can do to de-stress writing. For one thing, let go of the notion that you have to write any particular thing or amount in order to be a writer. Set yourself a bare minimum writing goal to reach every day... like writing for 10 minutes. That can be any writing--journaling, writing prompts, working on a story, fleshing out story ideas, fluffy fan-fiction, poetry, writing down a favorite memory, doing a book or movie review, anything. Try to do it every day, but don't beat yourself up if you sit down and aren't able to write anything, don't write a lot, or never sit down at all. Just try, every day, do your best. Also, try setting up a writing routine that you do every day when you sit down for that little writing session. Try to pick the same or similar time each day, do a little meditation or stretch beforehand, put on some soft music or light a candle, get your favorite drink or small snack. If you do this almost every day, what you'll start to find is that the writing happens more and more easily. Eventually you'll be spend more and more time doing it.
Why can I say I'm interested in writing when I don't write at all?
I'm interested in traveling to England but I haven't yet and have no current plans to. Does that mean I'm not allowed to say I'm interested in traveling to England?
Being interested in something doesn't mean you have to do that thing right now or you can't say you're interested in it.
And even if you can't write right now for whatever reason, there are still plenty of writerly things you CAN do. Following writing blogs and vlogs is a good start. You can listen to writing podcasts and read writing craft books. You can keep a notebook full of plot and character ideas, setting inspiration, favorite quotes, interesting words, and overheard bits of dialogue. You can watch TV shows and movies (and read books, which includes listening to audiiobooks!) You don't even have to do these things all the time or everyday. Just periodically, when you can. It all goes into your creative well and will be there to draw from when you are able to write.
One final word...
You do not have to be in a hurry to be a writer or to be a published writer. The average age of first-time publication is mid-30s. I was mid-40s. Jane Austen was 35. Toni Morrison was 40. J.R.R. Tolkien was 45. Richard Adams was 52. Annie Proulx was 57. Laura Ingalls Wilder was 65. National Book Award winner Harriet Doerr was 74. Poet Sarah Yerkes started writing poetry at 97 and was published at 101.
So, be interested in writing. Own that interest. Figure out if and how writing fits into your life right now. If it doesn't, do the other things. Fill your creative well so it will be ready when writing does fit into your life. ♥
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