Reading A Good Ass Fanfic Up Until It Said Something That Just Makes You Want To Stop Reading

Reading my own fanfiction is basically just a rollercoaster of emotional whiplash.

20% of the time: “Hold on. I wrote this? This is fire. This is emotionally devastating in the best way. This scene is dripping with tension. I’m a literary perfectionist. Someone give me a book deal.”

80% of the time: “Straight to jail. Immediate prison. Why is everyone’s breath hitching?. I used the word ‘gaze’ three times in one paragraph like I was possessed. Did I think 'his eyes darkened' was profound? Why is everyone clenching their jaws? Why is someone whispering 'their name like a prayer' again?? No one talks like this. What is this dialogue. Why are there so many weird metaphors and em-dashes…”

being an x reader writer and trying to be inclusive of all readers makes me overthink so much like should i write about you having smth with milk in it? no no what if the reader is lactose-intolerant. about the reader being the big spoon? noo what if they wanna be cuddled like a little spoon. about fingers through your hair? noooo what if the person reading it is bald

I will never get over this little laugh in asbr,My drippy beautiful amazing gloruis hot sexy beautiful handsome gorgeous powerful king they could never make me hate you wou,I will always glaze him 😛😛.

ok but like

why

why is

why is wonder of u kinda hot

LIKE HEAR ME OUT-

THE OUTFIT, THE VOICE IN ASBR, THE DESIGN, THE DAPPERNESS, THE SNARK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'M A MONSTERFUCKER OK DON'T JUDGE ME

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

there's no greater pain than being perfectionist, and writer with ADHD (bonus points if you're people pleaser and or english isn't your first language)

me: I write for myself, not validation

also me after posting a fic *refreshes ao3 every five minutes*

(two things can be true)

I DON’T WANT SMUT I WANT FLUFF OR SOME GOOD ASS ANGST GOD DAMN IT

Chat, Is it wrong to be in love with British Apple?(APPle(from reverse 1999) x reader.)

Notes:This is reposted from ao3, reader gender is what ever you want, english isn't my first language.

Warnings: suggestive content, lot of biting, bad writing, OOC? Not sure, dom reader.

Summary:A short story, where you finally accept your feelings and admit, that you're in love with an apple, a charming and adorable one, who also feel the same.

You hate yourself.

You don’t actually believe it.

You’re in love with a fucking apple. And no, it’s not a joke. You wish it was, though—kind of. You have nothing against arcanists; it’s just unusual and strange to catch feelings for a fruit. Especially if you’re human. You feel a little ashamed.

But you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t have a choice. That voice. That personality. You also suspect that Apple feels the same way about you. And he hasn’t confessed because he knows he has no chance with someone as gorgeous as you.

But he does, actually.

When you first met Apple in the suitcase and had a nice, friendly conversation, you complimented his British accent. You couldn’t see it, but you’re sure he blushed when you praised him.

“I enjoyed talking with you, Apple. I love your accent! It’s very soothing and smooth. I could listen to you for hours and never get bored.”

Honestly, it felt more like flirting than a simple compliment.

“Tha-thank you. This apple also loved the conversation. Y-you look very nice.”

He stuttered while trying to return the kind words.

Ever since that moment, you noticed Apple was more affectionate with you than with other humans and arcanists. For example, he gives you small candies at random times, or he always looks at you if you’re nearby. Always. Even without eyes, you can feel his glasses pointed in your direction. He does other small things too, subtle little actions meant to make you happy. They’re tiny gestures—but precious ones. Seeing you smile is more than enough to make Apple melt.

But after Regulus teased him, he learned how to hide this affection from others.

“Oh! I noticed how you’re treating [First Name]. You’d better tell them before someone else does!” Regulus whispered to Apple while you were busy with something else, pretending not to hear.

Apple quickly covered her mouth using his tiny hands. You couldn’t hear him, but from the tone of his voice, he sounded incredibly flustered. When he moved his hand away, a smirk spread across Regulus’s face as she caught your gaze.

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One day, When everyone was either in their room or out the suitcase, Apple finally decided, That it's now or never, Floating in front your door, He raised this hand and turn it into a fist, He hesitated and rethink this choice before knocking your door.

"Who?" You questioned from the other side of the wooden door.

"It's me!" He answered with confidence, But he also sounds a little nervous.

"Apple! Come in." You knowledge this visit, He opened the door a little bit, and he looked at your room, it seems very clean, and he saw you sitting in your chair, working with something in the table, you turned your attention from your work to Apple.

"Do you need anything? I'm always happy to meet you! Or do you want to talk? Let me bring you-"

"Actually, this Apple need to speak with you about something very important" He cut you off before you offer your tea.

"Hm? Yes of course, Is something bothering you my friend? I have never heard you so serious before" You muttered and raised your eyebrows, he got closer to your face and mumbled.

"I...i... i am in love with you.." With voice mixed with honey and flowers, he confessed, And floated away from you, waiting for your reaction, waiting for you to say no and ew with voice filled with disgust.

Instead, your eyes widened and your mouth was open, shocked, but there wasn't any look of rejection in your face, after few seconds, a grin creeped up in your face looking at Apple shaking form, Waiting for your response.

"I also love you. " Even if you said you hate yourself and wished it was a joke, you didn't hate Apple, you just wished that he could be human so you can do more inmates contact with each other, and nobody will quistions you, but you will try and make it work.

"Yo-you do?!" Yea, that's it, he will explode before you could even kiss him, Is that even possible.

"Are you sure??" He asked again, Completely confused, he hope this wasn't a cruel joke.

"Did i sutter?" You got closer to him, and start gently caressing this red, bright skin using the tip of your fingers.

"Uh oh! Well uhm, Are you going to kiss this apple?"

"If you wish so. " he let you grabbing him, putting him closer to your mouth.

"Please be gentle! " he chirped, you let out a hum and removed this glasses.

You let out your tongue before slowly dragging it over his skin, he let out a whimper, it was a small noise yet it was full of need and desire. After you finished licking him, you nibbled a little in this skin, he was trying to muffle this voice, but he moaned as you gently marked him.

"This feels so painful yet so good.." he whined. You didn't deepen your bites, you tried to make it as soft as possible.

"You taste so, so sweet." you purred as he finally gave up and started making more noises, more groaning and moaning.

"If only this apple has body. "He kept speaking as you were tasting, absorbing and savoring the flavor.

"Hey, I'm pleased enough with you begin an apple"

"I hope nobody will notice me tomorrow..." he muttered with voice full of shame, After you finally finished with him.

"I love you forever" he said again, with admiration this time.

A huge smile appeared in your face before answering.

"I love you too, and i will always love you"

I wish I never did this