I meant to post this yesterday, considering I had it written out then, but I got distracted with other things. So, I’m sorry for that, Anon! But I hope this is what you were looking for!
Enjoy!
Sawamura Daichi: kisses like he has a point to make. Every tongue touch and lip bite definitely has something behind it. And he absolutely has to use his hands when he’s kissing; they’re in their hair, at their neck, or pulling their hips tighter against his. And it starts deep and intense, there’s no buildup, it’s already there.
Sugawara Koushi: omg, I’m sticking with my headcanons of this boy being a little shit and can totally see him purposely keeping it slow. Like, he knows they’re itching to deepen and heat things up, but he slows them down and draws everything out until they’re burning! They’ll absolutely feel him smiling as he hums against their mouth.
Azumane Asahi: his kisses totally start out sweet, just small pecks and giggles. But with each touch of their mouths it gets a little bit more and more heated. His hands remain at their hips which he massages his thumbs into and he definitely takes small breaks between intense kisses just to stare into their eyes. And you better bet Eskimo kisses are mixed in there as well.
Ennoshita Chikara: oh, I can totally see this boy being into sucking? Like, in the middle of having their tongue in his mouth, he just pulls away in the slightest to give it a gentle suck. Or their lip sucked in between his teeth! And he smiles each time he does it. They should return the gesture, because it absolutely pulls the greatest groan from him!
Tanaka Ryuunosuke: aw, I can see him asking for permission the very first time they decide to make out! And he’s so freaking sweet about everything! It starts with gentle kisses at the tip of their nose or the edge of their mouth and it doesn’t take too long before he’s absolutely losing himself in them. He completely melts against them too, he’d do anything for them!
Nishinoya Yuu: he’s a wanderer, for sure! Once things get really heated he just can’t help himself anymore, he needs more of them. His head dips and he’s kissing at their jaw, their neck, and sucking at their earlobe! All they need to do is tell him where they want to be kissed and he won’t hesitate to give it to them. And he totally gets this determined look on his face that slowly takes over; he’s always serious when it comes to them.
Hinata Shouyou: again, I’m picturing the first time he experiences a makeout and I just picture this bright ray of sunshine just so determined to do everything right. He starts out too stiff and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he feels like he’s putting them in the wrong place and everything! Just be patient and let the sweet thing figure it out and he’ll just make your night!
Kageyama Tobio: lol, I love thinking about this boy going in all confident in what he’s doing and they end up bumping foreheads or he knocks his teeth against their lip. It totally throws him off and he gets all red, but he slowly eases back into it. Starting out with soft kisses instead and quickly working his way into a more heated situation. And he’s a complete tongue guy, so get ready for that!
Yamaguchi Tadashi: this sweet boy is totally one hundred percent confident in his kissing. I don’t know where he learned it from, but he definitely knows how to do it all. He’s got the right amount of tongue, lips nibbling, and pace to get them melting against him. Which is just his favorite thing, because he loves to wrap his arms around them and just hold them as close to him as he can!
Tsukishima Kei: okay, so imagine this kid just acting as though it’s no big deal, right? And he starts the kiss by teasing them about how excited or worked up they are. But then, maybe not even halfway through, he’s the one that is completely losing himself. His breath hitches when they move their tongue that way or he shivers when they bite at his lower lip. This baby is putty in their hands!
Can this be NSFW? Noya, Iwazumi and Tendou realize thier s/o have a biting kink? And thier s/o is super embarassed about it.
This is a GOOD ASK, nonny. I had fun with this one! Hope you enjoy 🙂
~Admin Alyx
Noya:
Noya pounded into you, soft grunts escaping him with each thrust. He was always a tiger in bed, but after a win he was downright primal, insatiable, and you loved it. He gripped your hand, pressing it into the sheets. His face contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open.
“Shit, ____. So good,” he moaned.
You could tell he was close as his rhythm began to stutter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. He dropped his head to your shoulder with a low groan.
“Fuck, babe. Not gonna last. Can’t–”
You rolled your hips in tandem with his, letting him sink deeper with each staccato thrust. He turned his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck to keep himself quiet.
The sudden, sharp pain shocked a gasp from your lips, trailing into a high-pitched whimper; the sensation shooting through you combined with Noya’s brutal rhythm was enough to drive you over the edge, your legs clamping around his hips, back arching off the bed as you came so hard you saw stars.
It took only a few more rough thrusts before Noya found his release as well, biting down hard as he spilled himself into the condom.
It took several moments for both of you to catch your breath, but then Noya was lifting his head with a grin, tracing the bruise blossoming on your neck with a gentle touch.
“You liked that,” he said. “Kinky, ____.”
You spluttered, your cheeks flushing red as you remembered the sounds that had come from your mouth.
“I–I mean–” you stammered, scrambling for excuses but coming up empty. Noya silenced you with a kiss, hands coming up to cup your cheeks.
“Shh,” he said with a bright grin. “It’s hot. Don’t be embarrassed, ‘kay?”
You nodded, reassured by his words, even though your blush refused to recede.
Iwaizumi:
You smiled when you heard the keys in the door signalling that Iwaizumi was home. You called out a “Welcome home” once you heard the door open, but he was unusually quiet. You heard him trudge over, and then he slumped over the back of the sofa where you were sitting, wrapping his arms around your neck.
“Aww, babe,” you said, your hand reaching up to stroke through his hair. “Rough day?”
He let out a noncommittal grunt, nuzzling against your neck. His breath tickled against your skin as he let out a deep sigh. Then, with a low hum almost like a growl, the energy surrounding him changed, and he switched from soft nuzzles to open-mouthed kisses against your neck.
“Need you,” he said, his voice low and rough. The urge to lean into his touch and let him take what he needed was overwhelming, but–your computer still sat in your lap, a reminder of the amount of work you had to do.
“Hajime, I’m working,” you protested.
“Please,” he said, breath hot against your neck. He took your earlobe between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug.
You froze, your breath hitching in your chest. Iwaizumi picked up on your reaction like a dog on the scent. You could feel his grin against your neck as he nosed at the tender skin there, letting out a slow breath that made you shiver.
“What was that, _____?”
“Nothing,” you said, a touch too quickly.
“Clearly,” Iwaizumi said, sounding far too smug. You could still feel his breath hot on your skin as he hovered just above your neck. The anticipation was heady, waiting for what he’d do next.
The first slow drag of his teeth against your neck made you gasp.
“You want me to, don’t you?” Iwaizumi said. “You want me to leave bruises on that pretty skin. You want me to mark you.”
You couldn’t help it. You whimpered. Your face flamed red, and part of you wanted to hide in your hands, but you didn’t dare move.
“You wanna put that computer away now, _____?”
You nodded hastily, desire winning out over your embarrassment. Besides, you knew Iwaizumi would never hold it against you.
Tendou:
You loved Tendou. You really did.
But right now, you kind of hated him.
He was working his way up your legs at a glacial pace, as if determined to kiss every mole and freckle you had. He left kitten licks against the inside of your knee, nuzzled against that ticklish spot on your inner thigh, and generally laved attention everywhere except where you wanted it.
“Satori,” you groaned, and you could feel him grin in response against the inside of your thigh.
“What is it, ____?”
“You know exactly what it is, you fucking tease.”
“Rude, ____-kun. You should at least ask nicely!”
“C’mon, babe. Get on with it,” you said. He had you so worked up you were practically aching for it, and your patience was wearing thin.
“Tsk, tsk,” Tendou chided. “Didn’t say please!”
“Satori–”
“Bad children who don’t say please should be punished, don’t you think?” Tendou crooned, looking up at you through his lashes.
“Satori, I swear to god, if you don’t–”
You were cut off as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh and bit down, hard.
The noise that escaped you barely sounded human, and it was in an octave you hadn’t even known you were capable of. Heat rushed to your face as the realization set in, and you hesitantly looked down to see Tendou’s reaction.
He was staring at you wide-eyed, something akin to glee spreading across his features. “Ohh?” he said with a grin. “What’s this?”
“Sacchan, please,” you whined, practically writhing against the sheets.
“Very interesting indeed,” Tendou said with a smirk, moving to your other thigh and dragging his lips across your skin. Your breath hitched at the first brush of teeth, and Tendou grinned. “What to do with this discovery?”
“Please, Satori,” you said, past caring that you were begging. “Gods, please.”
Tendou chuckled.
“Well, you did say please.”
These were great!
How about a scenario of Yūki Tetsuya’s girlfriend comforting him after the loss that cost him going on to Nationals? Angst to fluff maybe? Thank you!
These are sad memories *weep* my third years… Admittedly, I am 100% Ryou, and Miya, but I miss Tetsu’s unintentional hilarity…
Yuki Tetsuya
The guilt and pain sat heavily within him. If he’d
just been able to hit a little better, been quicker to grab outs, inspired his
team just that much more, they might have won. He should have said
something to Sawamura, to calm him down, because it was obvious to everyone
that the first year’s shoulders were tight. But he’d left that sort of
thing to Miyuki who surely knew better than he did…And now his high school career was over. Cut short
before it could really flourish.Regret was a bitter pill to swallow, though not entirely
unfamiliar. It wasn’t the first time, but, he supposed, it would be the
last time. In high school at least.He felt the worst for his teammates. They had looked
to him to lead them, to make the difference, to bring runners home. And
he’d failed even in that…“Tetsu…”
Yuki looked up, not really paying attention to his
surroundings as he wandered around the school grounds a little aimlessly.
He was basically killing time. It would be summer vacation starting
tomorrow, and for the first time, he wouldn’t have to present himself at
practice every day during holidays. That thought alone caused a lancing
pain to spread through his chest.He realized faintly that he hadn’t seen you since before the
game yesterday. This was pretty unusual, since you were always the first to
greet him after a game. But then, he’d been solely concerned with his
devastated teammates and getting them ushered to the bus and back to
school. And then he’d helped Jun move, and everything had been sullen and
silent. There hadn’t been any time for you.He looked at you now, your eyes soft and kind, and his
throat burned. You understood, if not directly, then in general, and you
got him better than anyone else. He felt lost, unable to control the
devastation of the loss, but also unable to let it out. He had to be
strong. He was the captain.Though, he wasn’t anymore, was he?
When your arms opened, he went right to you. He
circled his arms around your waist in response, burying his face against your
neck in attempt block out the world and the harsh reality of never making
Koshien in his entire three years. Your scent was comforting and your
skin warm and Yuki used these things to focus himself, to leech the strength he
felt had fled him.Your hand moved over his head, your other arm tight about
his shoulders, and for that moment he thought maybe things would be okay.
Not everything was over – high school, maybe, but there was more baseball in
his future for sure. And he still had you, his beautiful, wonderful
girlfriend who had stood by him through never ending training and barely being
able to see him.“I’m sorry,” you murmured into his hair. “I know it
doesn’t feel like it, but you played amazing.”It didn’t feel like it, but you were probably more objective
than he was at that moment. Yuki grunted, unable to find the correct
words to express himself, but knowing you would understand all the same.“There’s only a few minutes of lunch left… but would you
like to hang out after school? I’ll buy you soba?” You said softly, still
holding him.Yuki sighed, tightening his embrace. He was supposed
be going to practice, but there was no practice anymore, and if he had to do
something else, spending time with you would definitely top the list.
“Okay.”“Good,” you smiled, pulling back a bit to press a kiss to
his head. “I’ll listen if you want to talk.”Yuki blinked slowly, hesitant to release you, because the
pain wasn’t so bad when you were in his arms. “Thank you, ____-chan.”
My heart burns!!! You capture the emotions so well!! Thank you for this somber but beautiful piece, so very well done!
I want to know what happened from the time Momoi arrived at the inn until she jumped out of that 2nd floor balcony? Make it as hair-rising as possible please, maybe she came to the boys’ room and watched them all sleeping while she’s already being possessed or something? Thank you!!
Anon is referring to this post!
-Neon
Staring at the little slip of paper, Momoi read the address on it for what had to be the umpteenth time that hour. According to all the signs she’d passed by and all the placards stating the building numbers, she had the right place. Her eyes scanned the dingy, decaying walls on the outside of the inn, noting that the paint had begun to peel off in large chunks that slapped against the wall with each blow of wind. The wood looked as if it were rotting, little bugs that just had to be termites crawling through crevices.
“This looks nothing like what I’d pictured,” she murmured to herself.
The lights that illuminated the porch flickered, giving an ominous glow to the already darkened area. Glancing down at the screen of her phone, Momoi checked the time; she was already a few hours late. If she was lucky, the boys would already be asleep and she could easily sneak into her own room without them being none the wiser.
The front door to the inn creaked like it hadn’t been opened in years. Judging by the dust that kicked up simply from her entering, Momoi could only guess that the place saw very little business. She found it odd that Akashi chose a place like this for their training getaway.
“Hello?” Momoi called out at the front desk, ringing the little bell that sat on the counter and listening as it echoed. “I have a reservation under Akashi?”
When, even after five minutes, nobody answered, she took it upon herself to find where the boys were staying herself. Under her breath, Momoi grumbled about what little help she was getting settling in to such a run down place, blaming its appearance and lack of life on the bad service they provided.
Her shoes clacked against the wooden floor as she walked herself up the stairs. Shoulders aching from carrying a backpack filled to the brim with all the clothes and supplies she’d need for the trip, Momoi looked forward to finally settling down into a bed. As she walked down the upstairs hall, she made note of the paintings that decorated the walls. They all seemed to be of flowers, some in bouquets and others in vases, all of them looking as if they had been painted ages ago.
So distracted by the paintings, Momoi hadn’t even realized she’d been walking through the hall for quite a while. “Geez, how big is this place?” Glancing behind her, she looked back the way she had came.
The stairwell was only a few feet behind her.
Something kin to a tingling sensation ran along her spine as she turned fully to look back toward the way she had came. That couldn’t be right. She had been walking for what had to be close to five minutes, constantly moving past paintings and making progress down the hall. Not a single floorboard had looked the same. Yet, she was only a few feet away from where she had originally began.
“Big sister, what are you doing?”
Momoi whipped around, having not expected the voice. Looking down the hall, she saw nobody in front of her; everything was just as void of life as it had been when she originally looked down the hallway. An eerie feeling overtook her and, against her better judgement, Momoi decided to hold off on finding the boys and settle herself into the nearest empty room she could find. She could deal with the inn keeper in the morning.
Luckily the first door she tried is unlocked and, upon opening it, she realized that nobody seemed to be living inside. Closing the door quickly behind her, she dumped her bag onto the floor and made her way to the window. The smell of dust is tickled her nose as she walked through the room, so shoving the window open as wide as she could get it allowed her to breath in a little more fresh air. From her room, she could see the front of the inn where she had been standing earlier.
“Great view,” she muttered sarcastically to herself, noting the gray fog that had began to settle in the air.
Moving away from the window, she sat down on the only bed in the room and puleds her legs up onto the mattress. The stress of whether or not she’d make it to the inn on time was finally taking its toll on her and, with heavy eyelids, she let sleep overcome her before she could even think about texting any of the boys her current location.
It’s a few hours later when Momoi wakes with a start, her body going rigid as her eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed. Her eyes scanned the little room she’s in, finding it strange that they hadn’t adjusted to the abnormal darkness that seemed to blanket the small space.
“Is anybody there?”
It had been laughter that woke her up; or, at least that’s what she had thought it was. The same voice that had spoken to her back in the hall had woken her up, its laughter sounding like bells tinkling in the wind. Thinking it had been only her imagination, Momoi glanced back to her open window and noted the sun just peaking out from the horizon.
“Why is it still so dark?”
Momoi stood from her bed, naked feet touching the cold flooring and causing a chill to spread throughout her body. She walked over to the window, wondering if years worth of dust was really prohibiting the sun from entering her room. Before she could closer than a foot to the window, a loud bang on her door resounded through the room and startled her. Momoi jumped as she whirled around to face her door, wide eyes taking note that it was still as closed as she had left it earlier than night.
“What are you looking at big sister?”
Her eyes snapped down to the floor, immediately going to the dark space under her bed. There, she saw two eyes, brighter than normal and absolutely shining through the darkness. A hand crept out from under the bed frame, followed by a second one only a moment later.
“I want to see, too.”
Momoi was aware of the scream before she felt it ripping through her throat. She stumbled backward as whatever was under the bed rushed out at her, scuttling around on all fours like some sort of animal. She felt the back of her head smash through the thin glass of the window and felt gravity pulling her downward as she fell backward. Whatever had been under her bed grabbed at her ankle, leaving three deep gouges in her skin before letting go completely. Momoi fell.
And then she slept.
Creepy!!!
Don’t be hesitate to try new ideas for your writing :D, I know I may be late but I wanted to give my fav KNB writer a positive message letting them know that there writing is wonderful and there doing a good job at, and if you are ever felling down with a writers block don’t be afraid to ask me for ideas.
You’re not late, thank you for taking the time to send me a message, I really appreciate it! And I’ll definitely keep your offer in mind 🙂
kissing kise all day kind of scenario?
First of the Valentine’s / love asks! Enjoy! – Admin Jade
Kise’s eyelids flutter, sleep slowly eluding him as he becomes cognitive of a presence over his body. Cracking open one eye, he lets show a small smile, sleep still tugging at the recesses of his conscious but being driven ever back by the revealing of your face hovered above him, lips pursed to pepper him with kisses from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose finally landing on his lips. He moves to deepen it but you’re already moving to the right, landing little teasing pecks across one cheek then the other.
With a grin to match your playful attitude, you announce, “Breakfast is ready. I gotta go, don’t be late, m-kay?”
“Yeah,” he responds, voice a bit raspy from lack of use for the last eight hours.
His eyes follow you from his prone position and he smiles a bit wider when you blow him a kiss over your shoulder.
The morning flies in a flurry of contract reading and signing. By the time noon rolls around, he’s tired, starving and feeling like Godzilla has been traipsing around in his brain. But it seems to melt away as you enter his dressing room, smile on your face and lunch in your hands.
“Seems you had a busy morning,” you comment, drawing takeout from his favorite place down the street. The food is still hot but he’s hungry for something else. As you turn, he’s there, planting eager lips upon your own. With gentle but firm pressure he gets you to yield, parting your lips enough to gain a taste of you and the latte you’d finished on your way to the studio.
With gentle pressure of your own, you push against his chest. “Ryouta, we only have twenty minutes and the food’ll get cold. You need to eat to keep your strength up.”
He pouts which earns him one more chaste kiss before you settled upon the floor by the table and begin digging in. He sighs, following your lead, and though he still pouts for lack of kisses, he’s grateful for the calories.
“Welcome home, sweetie,” you call from the kitchen as he returns to your shared apartment. It smells divine, the scent of ginger and other spices he can’t identify wafting around the small room. “How did the rest-ah!” Your words end abruptly as his strong hands whirl you around and press you to the counter, arms caging you in and his mouth latching to your neck. “Ryou..ta,” you gasp, lacing your fingers through his golden tresses.
“Can’t….wait…”he groans, lifting under your ass to plant you in a better position to ravage your mouth, “need…you.” You hum appreciation against his lips, the vibration felt all the way to his toes.
Deftly he gathers you in his arm, flicks off the burner and lands on the couch with you straddled over his lap, all done without ever breaking the kiss.
“You owe me a day’s worth of kisses.” His voice is low, full of need.
“Just kisses?” you ask, coyly.
He grins up at you, eyes gaining more shine. “For now.” Then there’s no more talking, just the feel of you pressed to him, his hands roaming your body and his lips and tongue working you over until you beg him for more.
🍙 I ❤️❤️❤️❤️ YOUR WORK!! And you’ll always have my support! Please don’t push yourself too much; you’ve worked hard on writing for us, and I always enjoy them! Splendid! All love and positive vibes going your way! Wishing you all the best in every single thing you do, alright? ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
Oh thank you so much nonnie! You are the sweetest and I really, really, really appreciate you taking the time to reach out to me.
Sometimes I’m reluctant to share how I’m feeling because I don’t want to sound like I’m whining or being manipulative to get validation. But it’s nice to know I’m not alone (solidarity from other creators) and that readers appreciate my work (such as yourself).
So thank you, thank you, thank you, for being supportive and wonderful and encouraging.
aomine scenario when his wife cries after he comes home from work because she missed him (he just left her for several hours to go to work but still she’s pregnant and has mood swings lol) she wants to cuddle and wants him to rubbing her tummy? ah thanks
Yay cuddles! Posting this makes me feel better about the Aomine angst I wrote for a later ask today~
Aomine Daiki
“Are you kidding me?” Aomine growled the moment he stepped
through the door and you came flying at him, your face awash in tears.He tried to remind himself that this was a side effect of
the hormones, that you weren’t really this needy and clingy, that he
just had to be patient with you. He didn’t want to think about how you
would react to being snapped at. Thus, even though he was tired and a
little cranky, he set down his things and took you into his arms.“Daiki…” You murmured, pressing your face into his chest as
your arms cinched around his waist. “I’m sorry… I Just-everything-”Aomine clicked his tongue, cutting you off. “Never
mind that,” he said, voice a little impatient. “You got pregnancy brain
or some shit right? You’re the one carrying our brat, the least I could
do is listen to you bawl.”The offhand comments broke your teary hysteria. You
snorted, shoulders shaking with laughter that seemed to come out of
nowhere. “Don’t call our baby a brat, you jerk,” you complained, lifting
your head to present your face for a kiss.Aomine obliged, bending to kiss you softly. “It’s your
kid, course it’s gonna be a brat.”You burst into giggles, your eyes clearing completely.
“Yeah right! You mean it’s your kid. You’re the brat here.”Relieved that you seemed to be doing better already, Aomine
gave you a haughty look. “You married me, what does that say?”Your expression turned soft, and Aomine felt something in
his gut twist, just like it always did when you looked at him like that.
He loved when you did, but it always made him feel embarrassed and had his ears
burning. Every time.“Don’t look at me like that,” he grunted, lips twisting.
You were unaffected by his grump and smiled. “Cuddle
with me? Baby needs his daddy.”Truthfully, he was hungry and wanted to take a shower, but
it wasn’t like he could actually say no to you. You were going through a
lot of pain and suffering to bring his kid into the world and he loved you for
it. It was a small price to pay.Stooping a little, he swung you up into his arms and
wandered into the living room. You squeaked, blushing a little, which
made him laugh. It was good he could still get these kinds of faces out
of you, despite years of being together. “D-Daiki! I’m heavy…”“Oya?” He replied in a drawl. “News to me.”
Your flush darkened and he grinned, even as he set you both
down on the couch. Positioning you between his knees with your back
against his chest, he picked up the remote and turned on the tv, flipping it to
some stupid game show he knew you liked. Then, setting his chin on your
shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you and placed his hands over your swollen
belly.The baby kicked heavily against his hands and Aomine felt
something settle deep inside him. “Mn, maybe it’s mine after all.”
I died, this is sooooo cute AND you kept him so in character! Well, done!
OMG. when I first started out writing, I felt the same way! You see other people have more notes and such as you, and it just.. it not only inspires but makes you feel like you’re copying?? but the truth is, you’re not.. You’ll get your own style, and people will love it as much as others. I believe in you Jade <3
Yeah, part of it is that for sure as I mentioned in my reply to Emma, but more than that it’s a feeling that I’m stagnating, that I’m writing the same thing over and over and over without growth.
It’s hard to explain.
I’ve tried paying attention as I read other’s writing that I admire to make note of WHAT it is I like about it and why, considering how I can incorporate some of it into my own work without copying.
I think I read somewhere there’s no such thing as a truly original idea, that everything comes from something to some degree. I’m probably botching it but you get my drift. We’re influenced by everything around us, including the content we consume, and that ignites our own ideas to produce more content and so on.
I think what I miss the most is having such a LOVE of an idea, of a story, the thrill and excitement and seeing where it’ll go and just tearing loose on my computer, typing until my fingers hurt because the words HAVE to come out.
I’m not sure how to get back to that point, but what I do know is I want to keep writing, even if it’s difficult for me right now.
I appreciate your encouragement and solidarity. I know I’m not alone in how I feel but knowing and hearing/seeing are two different things so I appreciate you exposing your own insecurities to help me with mine.
Just remember that there’s no pressure. You have readers for a reason. We like your work because of what you do. If we didn’t, we’d be reading something else. Ya dig? It’s ok jade. We love ya and we have faith in you and are always here to help
Thanks so much for the pep talk Emma, I really appreciate it. And everything you said is true. I know a lot of the anxiety I feel is self inflicted and that in itself can be so frustrating but it’s part of growing up and moving forward (lessons I’m still learning even in my adult life lol).
I guess I more was feeling like, I’m not satisfied with my work but felt like I didn’t know how to improve it, like, what do I think I need to do to be happy with it?
But I really like your idea of sprint writing. I mean, that’s how I used to write all the time, I would just write out exactly what I wanted and fixed it later but now I find myself analyzing it as I go, comparing it to other things I’ve read and just hating it before I’m even done.
Also, I noticed that I get anxiety over fleshing out an idea because there’s just so much work involved but what if nobody cares? I know for sure part of my reluctance to work hard on a piece does come from lack of feedback. It sounds petty, but it’s the truth and if I can’t be honest with myself about that I’ll never move forward.
That’s why I loved the reminder I reblogged the other day that I need to fall in love with my own story so much that I don’t CARE if no one else ever reads it. And that’s the next step for me, I think, is latching firmly onto a few ideas I’ve had kicking around and just freaking write them.
Thanks again for your kind words and taking the time to reach out with them. It means a lot to me and is one more reason for me to keep trying and not give up.
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