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btw if you’re kink shaming people, I hope you know that every single person who reblogs this post and I are shaming you
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“I read this fic you recommended. I read it because of you” is a love language
i wish it was socially acceptable to make your bomboclaat characters say some fuck-ass sigma tiktok lines and people enjoyed it. or just the narration in general. like let my writing lowkirkenuinely be one with my brainrotted soul. bomboclat.
She can love you, understand you, and still decide she can’t do this anymore.
Suggested reading: Why A Good Vocabulary Is Important For Writers
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a big valentine's day mess. (CRYBABY!READER x SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY)
smoke should be coming out of his ears, the way he's feeling right now. body stiff as bark. vulture-like gaze on your softest features. 'everything makes you bloody weak!'
your body jolts softly with his roaring tone, yet the tears don't stall for a second. 'there's nothing wrong showing emotion, ghost!' you roar back. 'and there's nothing weak about crying!'
he's growling softly. of course there is, he's thinking. look at yourself.
fists clenched at your sides, you're moving to him gently, but fiery. 'maybe if you opened up your heart a little you wouldn't be so cruel! and you'd be much happier!' you hiccup, more tears falling down your cheeks. 'I love you and I love my teddy bear and the chocolates and the roses and this freakin' hot tub! and those swans and rose petals on the bed! so what if I cry when I'm happy?! I've got the right! it's Valentine's Day and I got my most special valentine!' you sob.
Sometimes I think I write fanfic for my future self, because I tend to revisit old fandoms, and whenever I do (or also when I get into a new one) the best feeling for me is finding a fanfic that’s already there and turns out to be exactly what I was looking for.
I love this
