could we get a hawks x reader where he gives us a feather to wear as a necklace or something and we touch his feather while he's away and get him all worked up 👀
hawks x gn!reader - mha smau
"touching his feather while he's at work"
⚠️MDNI this one is very suggestive⚠️
Hope this is what was wanted! everyone please send smau asks I’m out of ideas meaning there is a HIGH chance I will do your idea
How many drafts should you go through before deciding your novel is ready?
There's no specific (official) number, but to create a foundation that ensures you don't burn out quickly, overwork yourself, and get tired of your work, I'll say four. It's the same number I use for my students since most of them have other engagements outside writing that take up a copious amount of their time.
1. Initial or Zero Draft:
This draft is also called the 'just write' draft. Focus on putting that idea down. As the creative juices flow, let it all out. Don't worry about perfection or coherence; the goal is to capture your raw ideas and get the story out of your head and onto the page.
2. Second Draft:
This is the plot draft. Read through what you have written to see if every detail you added was meant to be. Here, you focus on the structure of your story. Ensure that the plot makes sense, the pacing is right, and there are no major plot holes. This is where you might add, remove, or rearrange scenes to improve the overall flow of the narrative.
3. Third Draft:
Character development draft. In this stage, you look deeper into your characters. Make sure their motivations, backgrounds, and arcs are well-defined and consistent. Flesh out their personalities and relationships, ensuring they are compelling and believable. This is also a good time to refine dialogue and make sure it sounds natural and true to each character. That's for this drafting stage.
4. Fourth Draft:
Grammar and punctuation draft. This is the polishing stage. Focus on correcting grammatical errors, punctuation, and spelling mistakes. Pay attention to sentence structure, word choice, and overall readability. This draft is about making your manuscript as clean and professional as possible.
Keep in mind that the goal is to define what completion means for each draft. Once you reach the goal, take a break and return to it for the next drafting stage.
Some writers pay people to carry out some of the drafting stages for them, so if you fall into that category, you might have fewer drafting stages to handle yourself!
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy- the sequel - Select from the following and send a pairing
I : Holding hands under the table, or otherwise hidden from view
II : Brushing their hair
III : Offering them their jacket in the cold/rain
IV : Comforting them after a shock
V : Listening to their heartbeat
VI : Wiping away their tears
VII : Kissing their hand
VIII : Stargazing/Cloud watching together
IX : Listening to the same piece of music
X : Coaxing them to eat or drink something
XI : Trading affectionate insults
XII : Tucking their hair behind their ear
XIII : Holding on to each other in a crowd
XIV : Helping them dress or undress
XV : Watching them sleep
XVI : Singing them a lullaby
XVII : Comforting them after a nightmare
XVIII : Stroking their cheek
XIX : Pressing their foreheads together
XX : Falling asleep in their lap
XXI : Preparing a meal together
XXII : Sharing the same cigarette or drink
XXIII : Tucking them in to bed
Can you write Mason x reader where they spend the whole day together in Dallas and at the end of the day he makes a post on insta? Thank youu so much!!
–Around Town, Mason Thames
summary: Mason, your best friend, takes you out all day going to brunch, the aquarium, and an ice cream shop (with weird flavors..) It was the best day you’ve had in a while. Mason takes you home, stopping you from leaving as he has something to tell you.
warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, ignore the faces in the insta post and pretend it’s mason and you 😭, cursing, kissing
word count: 1.7k
A/N: Hi guys! sorry i’ve been gone forever! School has been.. interesting and you know how september/october goes with the situationships.. Anyways. I’ve been getting sick like every other week and school has been piling up (writing this AS i’m sick rn) but i’ll try to answer yalls requests! love you guys <3
master list & requests
You hear a honk outside your house as you rush out the door and lock it. Mason was picking you up to go out, "I'm taking you out today no questions 🥸" is what he texted you at ten in the morning.
He knew you woke up late, so he just spam called you until you woke up. (It took twenty minutes, a lot of calls, and six texts) So obviously you woke up late, you waking up around 10:20, him arriving at your house at 10:45.
Yeah, you just threw on an outfit.
"I'm comin'!" You yelled at him, laughing as you see him get out of the running car. Did he grow taller or was it just you?
He came around to the passenger side and opened the door for you, "Hey, sleepyhead." He snickered.
"Yeah, yeah." You smiled at him and he pulled you into an unexpected side hug. You hugged him back, examining the keychain on his pants. It had his keys, a lego batman figure, and a black rabbit Fuggler, holding a heart. The soft small plushie, that you got him.
"Hey, you're wearing the fuggler I got you. It really does look like you." Your cheeks turning a slight red. You got it for him about a week ago when you were at walmart. It reminded you of him, so obviously you bought it.
"'Course, i'm wearing it. You got it for me." He smiles, signaling for you to get in the car. His words made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you blushed more.
You smile and sit in the passenger seat, him closing the door and entering the car as you both buckle up. "So what are the plans for today, Mr. Thames?"
"Well," He glances at his mirrors and places an arm on your seat, looking behind to back up. "It's a surprise. First is brunch though, since I know you just woke up."
You were so nervous. He was basically taking you out on a date. "Yeah, you woke me up." You joke, "Is it obvious I didn't have that much time to get ready?" You ask as you look into the mirror and fix your hair quickly.
He stops at a red light, looking you up and down while smiling, "No, I think you look pretty."
•
You both walk into a place called Beau's Cafe. Mason said that they had pumpkin spice lattes and that they had the best sandwiches in Dallas.
You ordered avocado toast and eggs with a pumpkin spice latte while he ordered a croissant sandwich and crispy potatoes with an iced coffee. You both need caffeine to live..
"That'll be 36.89. Cash or card?" The cashier said. I started to pull out my wallet but Mason had already paid.
"Mason Thames." I turn to him, a smile on his face.
"What my amazing, beautiful, talented best friend?" He said, chuckling. You can't lie, your heart skipped a beat when he said best friend. You wanted to be more than just his friend. His words made you smile as you walked to your table.
"I'm paying next time." You declared.
"Whatever you say," He placed his hands up, surrendering.
You two mostly ate in peace, sharing food and talking about the latest movies coming out, Mason's shenanigans on set, and your hobbies.
He finished his food before you and he went to the bathroom. For some reason he left his nightwing themed wallet on the table. You had such a good idea. You took his wallet and put it in your purse.
You finished your food before he came back and took your drink to go. He came back, smiling when he saw you and took his iced coffee.
"You ready to go to the next place?" He asked, opening the door for you.
You thanked him, wondering about what the next place could be. "Yeah, just thinking about what you could've planned."
"I think you'll like it." He smiled and guided you away from the car, a confused look on your face. "We can walk."
You look around, seeing a huge aquarium, a walmart, and a subway. Wait, an aquarium? You've been talking about going to one for weeks!
"Are you freaking kidding me?" You say excitedly, jumping up and down while hugging Mason. "The aquarium? Oh my gosh-"
"No, we're going to subway." He jokes as you both cross the street. You jokingly push him and he almost trips on the curb, laughing.
You walk into the aquarium, gawking at the size of the tanks. There was a life size shark statue that looked like jaws with a souvenir shop next to it.
Too entranced in the scenery, Mason grabs your hand and guides you to the front desk. "Hi, two tickets please."
He goes to reach for his wallet, panicking slightly before looking at you with that look. You pull out yours, paying for the tickets.
"What? It's my treat." I smiled, taking the tickets. "Shark section first, or?"
You both went to the shark section first and when you got in there, your heart almost stopped. A huge tank filled up the room with sharks swimming about.
This was everything you dreamed of. You hadn’t been to an aquarium since you were young and this was just so much better than you imagined. (And you were here with your cru- best friend.)
You walked up to the tanks and pointed at the sharks, looking back at Mason. You saw him taking pictures of you with a huge smile on his face.
“What’re doing?” You ask, laughing slightly.
He walks up next to you, “Just admiring the scenery.”
You both went all around the aquarium, taking photos and admiring how the creatures went on with their life. You read probably every piece of information written near the tanks and Mason didn’t complain once. He just stared at you with that look and a large smile on his face.
You both went to the souvenir shop and he bought you a shark plushie (after he stole his wallet back), since you loved them so much.
After you were done with the aquarium, it was late, your feet hurt, and you were hungry. You both walked out of the Aquarium, glancing at one another.
“Ice cream?” You both say at the same time. He leads you to a new ice cream shop that just opened and apparently it has funky flavors.
“Oh, you weren’t lying.” You stand, hands in your pockets as you stare at the weird menu. Some of the flavors were just.. ew. They did have butterbeer ice cream, but you just weren’t feeling it. You wanted to try out one of the flavors.
“I’ll have..” You thought, examining the menu again, “pizza ice cream. Just one scoop.”
“I’ll have the ghost pepper.” You glanced at him.
“Mason.” You try to hold in your laugh, “There’s no way.”
“What? I’m good with spice.” He shrugs and pays once again.
Five minutes later, he was coughing outside, groaning, “It’s too spicy, oh my god i’m gonna die-“
You were just trying not to laugh, rubbing his back. “I’m gonna try mine,” You said, taking a cautious bite of yours. The artificial flavor immediately hit and you go to the trash can spitting it out. “Oh god! What the hell-“
You looked around for a place with drinks, spotting Great American Cookies. Only the best dessert place ever.
“Mason, let’s go to the cookie place. They have drinks and we can get some cookies for later.” You offer, throwing both of the horrible ice cream cups away, making a ‘blah’ sound.
“Yea– yea, sounds good, yeah.” He coughs once again. You look at him and his face is red, eyes watering.
“Mace, was it that bad?” You let out a small giggle, wiping a spare tear away as you both walk to the cookie place.
“Yes! Oh god, I swear they had little chunks of ghost pepper in that. If I don’t get a drink soon I think I might die,” He says, ruffling your hair.
“Hey!” You elbow him lightly as you both giggle.
You both head into the place, and order a few cookies with two waters. He wanted diet coke, but that would only make the spice worse.
You both were in the car while listening to high school musical 2 music, his favorite. You both sang, eating cookies and talking about things. Somehow, you both got to the topic of dates.
“Yes! I swear i’m not lying,” You say. You told him that one time you went on a date and the guy told you to pay. Not even splitting the bill, he just expected the woman to pay.
“There’s no way, are people really that dumb? You always pay for the woman.” He shook his head and finished a cookie.
I nodded my head, “What about you? Any weird dates or crushes you have?” You finished the last cookie and took a sip of water.
“No, not really.” He says, going slightly red.
“Come on, there has to be someone you like.” You turn to him. You don’t know why you were doing this, you just wanted to know if he liked you, or someone.
“Yeah, I guess there is someone.” He admits, turning to you. He doesn’t say anything for a bit, Everyday from high school musical two playing.
“Who is it?” You question, whispering. He glances at your lips as you both lean towards one another slightly.
“You.” Everything around you fades as you just focus on him. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you were sure you were as red as a tomato.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nods. He was so nervous, you could tell by him shaking his leg.
“Well, what if I told you I have a crush too.” You smile at him. All the weight was off your shoulders just knowing that he likes you.
“Mhm?” He grins and leans in closer, “Who?”
“You.” You admit, placing your arms around his neck. You both giggle, “Can I kiss you?” He whispers and asks.
“Of course you can.” You both smile into the gentle kiss as he places a hand on your cheek, you tasting a slight flavor of sugar.
He deepens the kiss as his thumb caresses your cheek. You taste a hint of spice and pull back, the flavor surprising you.
“Oh god, you weren’t lying, that shit is spicy.” You cough and he laughs loudly, handing you the water.
“I told you!”
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caption: a day with one of the best people ❤️ and YES I got ghost pepper ice cream and it was really bad
comments:
yourusername thanks mace!! loved spending this day with you 🩷
masonthames ❤️ :)
user17 wait.. are they dating OMG
user2 I LOVE THEM I SHIP
user92 I need that plushie so bad I fear
user5 HE TOOK HER OUT??? TO AN AQUARIUM?? AND THEN ICE CREAM?? GOALS 😭😭
I’m in pain and emotional af rn and highkey need caring wanderer x reader while reader is on their period🥲💜 I love your writing so much btw😭💜 only write this if you’re comfortable with it! If not, just ignore it! Thank you!!😭💜
wanderer x reader; fluff, reader is afab but no pronouns are used
cw: none
“You’re acting awfully strange today. Where’s all that insufferable cheeriness gone?”
Wanderer peels your sweat-soaked covers off your body, tsking as you turn your bleary gaze towards him. His words barely register; you’re too preoccupied with the pain that currently feels like it’s tearing open your stomach.
He recoils the second he sees your state: curled around a cat plushie, already-cool heating bottle pushed between your legs like that would help in the slightest, trembling and groaning with every tiny movement. A flash of fear crosses his face, which he tries to push down with a sneer.
“What is this? Were you really careless enough to get an infection?”
He says the word ‘infection’ like he’s disgusted by it, like it’s somehow your fault, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten in the blanket he’s holding.
“What..? It’s.. it’s cramps, Wanderer. I’m on my period.”
He lets out a sharp exhale, dropping the blanket back onto you. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? It’s not on my calendar. Are you early?”
You huff. Of course he kept a calendar. Your boyfriend was weirdly conscious about your health; you weren’t quite sure why.
“I didn’t think it would matter..”
He scoffs, and before you can say anything he whirls on you and leaves the room. You’re confused for a moment, but another wave of pain redirects your attention, and you pull the plushie closer in hopes of pushing it away.
He comes back in about half an hour, and you’re arisen by the smell of steamed rice. In his hand he holds a little bowl of tea-steeped rice, carefully arranged in the shape of a flower. On the top is some pickled plum, giving the whole dish an impression of a bloom. Under his arm he holds a box of chocolates- he hates them, personally, but he always makes sure to buy you some for cases like these. Finally, he also has a heating pad- thicker than the bottle you were holding, and actually likely to last.
“Sit up.” He says, leaving no room for argument, and you do.
He places the bowl in your lap, all while making sure none of the tea spills out the sides as you do. Then, he hands you a spoon.
You pout. “Feed me?”
He scoffs, but he takes the spoon and scoops some of the rice up nonetheless. It’s steaming slightly as it meets your lips, and it warms your whole body as it goes down.
You finish the food, and two bars of chocolate, and then Wanderer takes the old heating bottle and swaps it with the heating pad. He also coaxes you into taking two painkillers with a glass of water he brought.
Finally, when the pain subsides, you’re left snuggling into the plushie with a soft noise of contentment, the pain in your stomach finally somewhat manageable. Wanderer sighs slightly at the sight, before lifting up the blanket and finding his space by your side.
Your hands wrap around his waist immediately, the plushie forgotten.
“I’m surprised you’re so doting, Wanderer.”
“Don’t bother mentioning it.” He flushes, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
