#but they don't wanna accpet it

[confusedkittensposts]

You know how when sometimes you read or listen to a small information and suddenly a bunch of things makes sense, that what happened when I learned the fandom tore into Misha for making a joke about how Castiel can do better than Dean

[robin374]

ROBIN HIHIHIHI, THINK FAST

*throws u silly HCS ideas yet again aggressively*

SOOO I KINDA GOT ATTACHED TO OUR ASSHOLE OF AN ANGEL, ADAM SO I WAS THINKING:

Adam x Sweet angel reader

basically reader is the most sweet person u can encounter, like always complementing Adam, giving him hand made gifts and etc, and then theres Adam.

wanna know how this dynamic will go

luv ya

"ᏖᏂᏋᏒᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏗᏒᏋ, ᏕᏬᎶᏗᏒ ᏖᎥᏖᏕ!"

Character: Adam x reader (Romantic)

Notes: I'M BACK, I've finally finished my exams YIPPIE

Summary: Reader is a sweetheart and Adam somehow falls in love with them.

I'm pretty sure that he's always trying to make you angry in some way. For example, he will be trying to annoy you all the time, and you will answer him with a sweet smile asking him if he's happy that day because he seems more enegertic.

We all know that he sometimes says really morally questionable things, so whenever you hear him say those things you will hit the back of his head and scold him.

At first he thought that your kind and sweet nature was a sign of weakness, because well, he's always around Lute and the Exorcist angels. However, when he saw you ruining someone's day with just a smile and two sarcastic but bold phrases, all those negative thoughts about you dissapeared. Now you have a supportive angel behind you everytime you argue with someone. And with supportive I mean that he's flipping the other angel off while saying "That's right, bitch!" or "You tell ém, sugar tits!"

Yeah, he's pretty obvious with his crush on you, and he's not ashamed. He told Lute about it, she was bit confused at first, like... She's sure that your blood is pure sugar, how could he fall in love with you? You're the total opposite. But, she was happy that Adam found someone after the events with Lillith and Eve...

He's a bit insecure of those events, I mean, he's afraid that Lucifer goes to heaven and steal you away from him. Then, he realizes that you don't even know about the exterminations. He won't tell you, and if you were at the council when Charlie tried to talk to Heaven's leaders. He will be very afraid that you turn against him, that you see him as a monster. Of course, you don't want to accpet that he's been killing souls, even if they are in Hell, they don't desever to die permanentely.

He tried to apologize telling you that those souls desever it, they were in hell for a reason, right? You told him that as long as he didn't kill any children or people who didn't really deseve it, you would let him go down to Hell. If not, you would tell Sera and even God about it and forbid him to go to Hell.

Before the extermination he wanted to talk to you in private. "I want to tell you something, sweetcheeks." You looked at him with a smile. "I... Sorry, you..." For the first time in centuries he was at a loss of words. So, he decided to kiss your lips. It was a bit aggressive at first, but when you softly put your hands in his cheeks his tensed up body loosened a bit. When you separated, you looked at golden eyes, which were looking at you softly. You caressed his cheek, you knew that Hell was going to fight back in that extermination, you knew that he was in danger. "Just don't die, please." You whispered. "I won't die, sugar. I'm Adam, the Adam, the original dick! They can't kill me." He said while hugging you. The, he put his helmet on and flew off to Hell. You gave Lute a gaze that asked her to protect him.

What you didn't expect was to see Lute without an arm. You rapidly rushed to her and started to treat her wounds. While you were stitching up her arm, she took something from a bag. It was a halo similar to Adam's. Suddenly you felt a knot in your throat, was he dead? The look that Lute gave you told you everything. "I tried... But... I'm so sorry..."

You took his halo and put it next to your heart. Tears were falling from your eyes, Lute didn't know what to do, should she comfort you? Should she walk away? Call someone? She just decided to stand behind you waiting for you to say something Now, you had mixed feeling about Hell, you were sure that souls could be redeemed and that extermination was wrong. But how could you fully believe them when they killed your lover?

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Nine: Leon S. Kennedy (DI) + Orgasm Denial

The State of the Union is tonight, and President Graham has invited Leon. That said, the invite also allowed Leon to plus one someone. Of course, he picks his darling wife.

Of course, since you are going to meet the president, Leon sets out a few rules for you. "Remember sweetheart I need you to not be a brat tonight." "What I'm never a brat!" You preatically scream. Theres a look that Leon ends up giving you when you finally open your eyes.

It says. 'Careful with what you say next honey'. You shrink down into the seat. "I'm asking you to listen to me and stay by my side tonight. I don't want to have to go looking for you." Leon says, it's not many rules.

One: stay by leon's side all night long

Two: Don't embrass him or yourself in front of any of the goverment officals.

Three: You aren't allowed more then three drinks, because Leon knows how you get. You're a little bit of a lite weight when it comes to liquer.

The second you get to the gala it's hard not to stray away from Leons side. Where the event is being held is not the white house, but in some musuem where the scupltors are glowing in LED lights and have you wishing that you could go read about them.

You're introduced to so many people by the end of the first hour your cheeks hurt from smiling, and you're already on your second glass of champange.

"Slow down sweetheart." Leon warns you, but you know the rules. You get one more drink, and that's it. So if you know the rules then why are your arms pinned above your head with Leon hovering over you.

Dress discarded onto the floor. Leons eyes are dark as he plays with your harden nipples. Your legs are strapped to the bed posts on each side, and your cunt is exposed to the cold apartment air around you.

You're soaking the fabric beneath you, but Leon seems not to care. his grip on your hand had been strong enough to leave the imprint of his wedding band into your own fingers.

You hadn't meant to be so clusmy but all of the sudden your dress was under your feet, and your were tumbling into the president of the united states. Your had apoligesd profusely, and he had accpetted without anger or anything else behind his soft smile as he helped you up from the floor, but then there was Leon. A curt smile on his face as he ushered the both of you out of the event, and back home.

His hips thurst with a constant flow. He's just barely reaching the spot that you want him. Pratically mewling at him to fuck you harder. When Leon pulls out complete. Leaving you a withering mess underneath him.

"Please Leon!!" You beg him. "I wanna cum please let me cum!" You beg again and again and again. Tears are rolling down your face as you realize that this is your punishment for making a fool of yourself at the event.

"I told you sweetness that you needed to be good. Not being brat also included not acting like a fool around the fucking president." He says as he thrust back into your tight, wet cunt. The sounds of your wet cunt bounce around the walls around you as your orgams reaches you once again.

Your legs start to shake, your breathing starts to get harder and more shallow. Bitting your bottom lip to hold back your moans earns you a tight hold around your neck and your eyes snap open to look at your handsome husband.

"Don't you dare hold back your moans for me baby girl. I'm the only one here that gets to hold anything back tonight." He says through a grunt and again slips out of your cunt

Slapping his hard cock agasint your sensitive clit. "I get to tell youwhen you can cum all over my cock baby. So you can keep begging all you want but it won't matter. You aren't cumming til I'm satiisfed that you've learned your lesson." He grunts as he slips back into your warm walls.

Completed on: 09/13/24

Posted on: 10/09/24

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 29

Third POV

It's Sunday. Eboni has spent her weekend trapped in EJ's Infirmary with Jeff by her side almost 24/7. The teen wants to address this, but she knows he'll just brush it off. She questions why he struggles to vocalize how he cares for her. In her mind, it isn't as difficult since his actions speak for him.

In honesty, she finds the killer being reluctant to voice his emotions kinda cute. Though she'll never admit that out loud. Her eye is healed enough for her to open it. Her cut lip is healed while the bruise on her cheek is fading. Her ribs still ache as well as her ankle, but nothing is broken- so she can manage. Her hand, though, is going to take the longest to heal. The serum is enough to lessen how large the cut is, but it's still going to require more stitching.

On the plus size, Eboni has gotten a chance to get to know EJ and BEN. They don't seem too bad, but BEN is a bit of a perv that's on drugs. If he offers Eboni another mystery pill, she swears to throw him into a tub full of ice-cold water - other than that, he's a good buddy to smoke weed with.

She finds EJ interesting. His knowledge within the medical field is a bit surprising until he opens up on how he became what he is. It's a bit disheartening that slenderman played a part in it, though, but he holds no grudges.

Right now, both Eboni and BEN are playing mario Cart on one of EJ's medical monitors. BEN, of course, hacked it so it can display the screen on his switch. The two have had three races, BEN winning all of them - Eboni in last place every time.

Eboni grabs her pillow, hitting the glitching demon multiple times upside his head. "The third fucking time!? And these maps are complete ass!"

"Ack! Aye! It's not my fault you suck at this shit! I thought you were a streamer!"

"In my free time, when I'm bored. I don't play Nintendo games, you elf!"

"What games do you play?"

"Shooting games - like Call of duty. It's fun pissing those gamer freaks off." She grins.

"Ugh- fine. I'll put one of those games in. What else do you play?"

"Cookin' momma and any just dance game."

BEN laughs, "Really? Just dance? Cookin momma? Those games are ridiculous!"

Eboni raised a brow, "so your saying that they're so bad you can beat me at them?"

"Hell yeah, I can - wanna bet?"

Eboni holds out her hand, the creature shaking it as she proudly says, "DEAL!"

Jeff and EJ sit back in one of the few chairs in the room, watching the two play. Jeff's attention is mostly on Eboni, not knowing that he's smiling rather softly towards her. These pass days, Jeff allows himself to accpet a number of things. The first is his overwhelming feelings for Eboni. Something about her - something within her - keeps drawing him in - making him want much more.

Nothing, and no one has been able to hold his attention almost constantly. His attention span is pretty short. It doesn't take the killer much to become bored rather quickly, but with Eboni, he doesn't face that issue. He seems to find out something new about her every day. Her attitude and feisty nature always make things more entertaining.

After spending two days with her, it still isn't enough. He doesn't want her to leave his side - not even for a second. He never thought he'll be this clingy. But after seeing her so bruised and hurt, a strong, overpowering sense of needing to protect what's his took over him completely. Jeff doesn't care what anyone says, nor how others look at her within the mansion. All he cares about, all he wants is for Eboni to be safe & feel safe.

EJ glances at Jeff, grinning a bit. "She really has you whipped, huh?" He teases, elbowing his shoulder playfully.

Jeff eyes harden, scoffing while shaking his head. "As if."

"Come on Jeff. It's written all over your face." EJ grins, glancing at Eboni. "She's really something. I see why you fell hard."

"I didn't fall for that fuckin' bi-"

"Sprout bullshit all you want. Everyone knows how you feel." The cannibal shrugs, giving the smiling killer a knowing look.

Jeff sighs heavily, leaning back in his chair as he watches Eboni begin to play just dance with BEN. "Whatever....how did yours make you feel?" He asks hesitantly, knowing how sensitive this topic is for EJ.

He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. "She was my world. She gave me this high that I've never felt before, my addictive drug."

"Have you ever...felt this overwhelming feeling to protect her? The thought of any other guy looking at her pisses you off?"

EJ can't help but chuckle. "Sometimes yeah, but you're far more possessive than I ever was. You never seem to leave Eboni alone - not that she minds."

"I..." Jeff doesn't know what else to say. EJ is right as he is most of the time.

"She gives you this sense of control that you've never had, even before being dragged into this mansion. It levels you- but no worries, you're still a crazy mother fucker." He said, patting his shoulder.

The smiling killer doesn't shrug his hand off this time. The eyeless cannibal is right - the desire to have complete control over something, anything, and Eboni gives him that. Giving him complete control over her life. The idea of having someone to control has always been appealing, thrilling even.

Sure, Nina could've filled that role, but she wouldn't have lasted, and her existence irks him. Throwing away such a good life - a life he sometimes wishes he had. Sure, he had a mother and a father, even a little brother, but it wasn't stable - he was never stable.

A cheer breaks him from his thoughts, Eboni performing a rather sensual victory dance while BEN lays on the floor - exhausted. Eboni completely floored BEN in cookin momma, just dance, and even a few shooting games. Even with all the cheat codes BEN gathered, he couldn't beat raw talent.

Eboni bends down, holding her hand out and giving BEN a mocking pitied look. "Switch, please."

Accepting defeat, he snaps his fingers as his Nintendo Switch system appears in her hands. With a giddy smile, she skips over to Jeff, showing off what she won. "I beat the game, demon!" She cheers gleefully.

Jeff stands, patting the top of her head. "Good job, princess."

"What the fuck man! You know how much I love that thing and your praising her!?"

Jeff grins, flipping BEN off as he moves onto Eboni's medical bed. "Go cry about it."

"Asshat!" He shouts before zapping away.

EJ laughs, standing from his chair. "Slenderman is requesting me. I'll be back to do one more check-up on her."

Jeff nods, watching the cannibal leave. He smiles at Eboni, patting his thigh. The teen eagerly jumps onto the bed, moving to sit in between his legs. The killer wraps his arms around her waist, sighing in contentment while Eboni messes around with her new Switch to fit her taste.

"Gonna open up about that little episode you had?" He questions, watching her fingers still against the joysticks.

There has been this unspoken air between the two. Most of it is regarding what took place Friday, the other being their feelings for one another that neither of them are ready to discuss any time soon. Eboni tenses a bit, leaning her head up to look at Jeff.

"I don't..." The topic of her parents has always been a sensitive one. But maybe it's time she forces herself to talk about it.

"If you do, I'll give you a reward." He whispers to her, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs against her hips.

Eboni gulps nervously, lowering her head as she takes a deep breath. "O-Okay..." she whispers, beginning her story.

It's Christmas Eve. Jacob, Eboni's father's family, has invited him to spend Christmas with them. It was surprising considering they've grown apart the moment Jacob proposed to his wife, Yasmine.

His family fought and never accepted Yasmina, which made no sense considering how sweet and loving the woman was. Unfortunately, she has no family of her own except for her husband and daughter - which played a role in Jacob's family disliking her.

However, both are individually successful. Jacob is a world-renowned martial artist, owning several self-defense studios across the United States. Yasmina is a world-renowned chef and retired gymnastics coach. They've paved the way for their eight year old daughter to have an amazing future.

The family is currently driving to Jacob's family home, which happens to be a huge mansion. Yasmine isn't looking forward to this trip, but Eboni is. The young child couldn't wait to see her aunt that she misses and loves so much. Yasmine was looking forward to seeing Jacob's older sister, though. The woman is the only one she gets along with - the only one she trusts.

"Honey, I told you we should've left before the snow storm gotten closer." Yasmine sighs.

"Yeah, yeah - I get it, woman. You were right." Jacob said, rolling his eyes playfully, which earns him a light smack on his arm.

"Oh, don't start! It's just the snow os picking up. The weather report also said to be mindful of black ice. Maybe we should find a motel and -"

"I've been driving since I was sixteen years old. I'm 30 babe, this storm is child's play."

Eboni giggles, playing with her stuffed rabbit, glances out of her window - gasping at the snow. "Ish so pretty and white! Lookie look!"

"I see, sweetie. It's very beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as my little princess."

Eboni giggles, squeezing her rabbit close to her chest. Swinging her feet at her father's words. "Momma is prettier!"

"Oh, Eboni, stop -"

"Mhm. Both of you are my gorgeous girls. Aaaaall mine." Jacob smiles, moving to place his hand on Yasmine thigh.

After an hour or so, Jacob notices this black van with tinted windows following them. At every turn, every stop light - the van is right behind them, tailgating them. Yasmine has noticed too but hasn't voiced her concerns, not wanting to scare her daughter.

Jacob and Yasmine share a knowing look as they hold each others hands. Jacob begins speeding through the snowstorm, running red lights and making a few sharp turns. Unfortunately, the black is still hot on their tail.

"Momma? Papa? Why is the car going so fast? Ish little scary..." she pouts, gripping her rabbit plush even tighter.

"No reason, sweetie! Daddy is just trying to get there as fast as he can since the storm is getting worse. We might get stranded in the middle of the road if he doesn't hurry." Yasmine explains as calmly as she could.

Eboni notices the two holding their hands and the worried expressions on their faces. Eboni reaches forward, placing her hand over her parents - feeling a sense of comfort now.

The comfort fades the moment Jacob loses control over the car after sliding on a large patch of black ice. The man keeps his composer, turning the wheel in the opposite direction - gaining control rather quickly. He smiles, looking at his wife then at his daughter.

"You guys oka-"

SKREEEEEEEET- BANG!

A sixteen wheeler comes crashing head-on into the family. The front of the car is completely destory, and Eboni's parents crushed. Eboni's eyes widen at the sight, screaming at the top of her lungs- crying out for her parents to speak, pleading with them to let her know that they're alright. Eboni was struggling to keep consciousness, suffering extreme internal bleeding. The last sight of her loving parents being their mangled corpses.

"The poor girl. Her father's family wants nothing to do with her..."

"Losing your parents. What kind of Christmas gift is that?"

Eboni slowly opens her eyes, blinking them a few times to adjust to the brightness of the hospital room. She tries to sit up, whimpering at the pain she feels all over her body.

"Oh no, no! You mustn't move, sweetheart. You have to rest." The nurse said, gently lowering the child back down.

"Momma...papa? Where are...momma and Papa?" Eboni questions, her voice horse. The child was stuck in a coma for a week.

The two nurses share a heartbreaking look. The first nurse slowly shakes her head. "Um... sweetheart, they aren't here right now."

"Wh...what? But momma and papa are hurt! Hospitals heal people! So they should be ok...momma and Papa are ok..right?" She questions, lips quivering. The poor child didn't want to believe the horrifying images of her parents being real. The doctors can just piece them back together. They're miracle workers just like her father taught her.

The nurses stay quiet, not sure how to comfort the child while trying to keep the heartbreaking truth from her.

"Then Tete? Where's Eboni's Tete?" The eight year old questions, referring to her auntie.

The nurses remain silent again, confirming the child's suspicions. Her parents are gone. They weren't coming back. The doctors couldn't fix them. No one could bring them back. Her other family, her aunt, has completely left her to endure this new painful reality alone.

"No... NO MOMMA! PAPA! EBONI IS AWAKE! SHE'S OK, SO YOU SHOULD BE OK!" she screams, forcing herself to sit up - the child slipping into hysterics.

The nurses begin to panic, phoning for the doctor to come. Once there, he orders the nurses to hold the child down.

"But she's just a kid!" The second tries to reason.

"And she'll injure herself further in this state! We have to sedate her!" He explains, pulling out a rather large needle filled with cheer liquid.

Eboni sees this and screams at the top of her lungs, the same gut-wrenching scream as before. She trashes around, the nurses having no choice but to force the child down and strap her in place. The doctor sighs, walking over and forces the needle into a vein within the child's arm - slowly pushing the liquid into her.

Quickly, Eboni begins to calm down heavy tears streaming down her face. From that day forward, the young child's world - that was full of happiness and love - will become a life full of hellish experiences, solitude, and a chain of endless abuse.

[sams-venting]

I wish biased actually cared about what they say they do cause they keep spreading stuff thats just not at all true if the people who send them confessions had actually known what they're talking about and they always just assume its the same people who make these things but we dont know for sure who makes these things unless it says or theres proof! and none of them seem to have any proof for sure they know who it is! or they ignore what it says cause they wanna think its someone else cause they dont like them- until then its just speculation and throwing names at stuff and ending up spreading wrong information and dragging people into drama again! i just want the drama to stop! And the anons keep throwing around words that just don't seem to apply or the meaning is lost/skewed like its tiktok to get a reaction. like stalking is serious! my sister had a stalker and this isnt what stalkers do! stalking is really serious and sometimes i wish people knew what it was actually like when they throw that word around cause seeing my sister go through that and when it got bad the stalker started trying to contact me too to get to her before the police dealt with him but i dont wish stalking on anyone its really scary. dont like people all you want! but why do they need to keep bringing them into everything just so they can make more drama? its not fun to have to be negative about people all the time

And I hate that it just keeps bring up old drama and ignoring actual problems and victims. They say they care about minors but they keep posting lies about what minors are saying about what they experienced and keep allowing minors to be namedropped and people to doubt their truth. They even posted an anon about not dragging minors into drama but they keep posting asks that namedrop or vague about them! and it doesnt seem fair their rule about talking about them cause its not like this is their actual blog. Namedropping doesnt do anything to them like it does with others cause no one knows who runs biased! Its not fair that people can talk bad about people all the time there but others cant say they dont like it without losing their right to not be named in posts about them- especially if the posts are making stuff up or lying or purposefully leaving things out to make the person look bad. or they lose their right because they interacted with something once that biased doesnt like even if the person doesnt agree with it so they also decide they arent worth protecting from harrassment. Its not fair and its really sad to see its still happening and just ignores victims of all these situations that have been coming out and ones that arent even related to the original harrassment biased was accpeting confessions for. none of the confession blogs feel safe cause they keep vaguing stuff or spreading wrong stuff and I just want people to actually care about the victims who have actually had bad stuff happen to them online

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[tommyriddlez]

Question for ya, how the fuck do I make it any clearer that I have no feelings or emotion or care for people that are not significant to me? Hell I condone murder and most of the evil oddities of the world and have made it known multiple times and thought my friend was cool with it but they're mad about it bc apparently it's finally clicking in I truly do not give a single flying fuck for 99% of the human race. I don't just not like the human race I truly fucking hate it.

I like this person in my life and they're amazing and I don't wanna let them go but if they aren't gonna be my friend and accpet me for who I am and complain about me down to the very last disorder I have bc it effects how I am what's the point of even trying bc I'm so tired of dealing with shit like this.

simple, you don't have to, just abandon this current personality that cares what anyone including the previously mentioned person thinks, and stop bothering yourself with it

[lis4ux]

Heya

Is there any way possible you could write me a fanfiction that is from a fandom that u don't know- I just wanna cheer my friend up and she is obsessed. The tv show is Waterloo Road and She is obsessed with the character Preston Walters but doesn't want any romance in her fanfiction. she was ranting to me about her ideal fic and i was like ooh i should make it but then remembered i cant write if my life depended on it. I would appreciate this so much if you would accpet my request and if you do i will go further to explain what exactly she would like thank thank thank you

I cannot express how honored I am that you would think of me to write something for your friend. Unfortunately, I have never watched so much as a trailer of Waterloo Road. I'm from the united states and don't get to the BBC network often. I am also stretched pretty thin with the works I am currently doing and planning another fic, so because of those reasons, I must decline.

Thank you so much for thinking of me though!

And never be afraid to write! Give it a go, you may be better at it then you think and I'm sure your friend would love it all the same❤️

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

Im submitting these like an offering bc he's so amazing and perfect that I find it harder to describe him in words, so accpet these arties instead!! (You don't have to if you don't wanna btw!!)

Awwww thank you so much for sharing all this Hero art with us! SO CUTE!! 🥺💙 Your Bossman Hero drawings are really fun too, and the hearts floating around him in the first artwork are everything!!

We also absolutely agree with you that Hero is amazing and perfect in a way that is hard to describe in words, and we always love to see others showing their appreciation for him as well so thank you so much for that!

Keep up the good work and Hero enthusiasm, and please take care of yourself (it's what Hero would want)! 💙

[cinnamostar]

Hiii 👋🫶

I thought this would be a better way insted of commenting probably three parts 😅

Soooo this is about your newest chapter "Five dates to fall in love" :)

III LOVED THIS CHAPTER SOOO MUCH!!! 🫶🫶

Hyunjin's introspection on his actions and insecurities made him so relatable. I don't see him as a bad person, just someone tangled up in self-destruction, hurting others in the process. Yet, I find him relatable and approachable. Ofc this doesn't mean there shouldn't be consequences.

Another thing I wanted to mention: Your writing is a masterpiece—it's vivid, almost poetic. That sentence about guilt settling in his stomach was phenomenal ("The guilt that made its home in his stomach began to rumble, the bitter taste of it overpowering his sense [...]")! Reading it, I could practically see and feel his emotions (even while I was on work :D). Your storytelling creates such a immersive experience.

Now, back to the story—the market scene was super adorable, and their interactions were just delightful. The ending, though, that was the highlight for me. Reader struggeling between their anger and kindness felt so real.

I loved how reader reflected afterward and was like: "I can't place my emotions second." "There have to be consequences." (my word choices are a bit plain - I hope you get what I mean)

I mean - Reader doesn't have to be mean to him, but I'm so thrilled they prioritized their emotions and hurt over brushing it aside.

Even though I understand Hyunjin's perspective and believe in his remorse, it doesnt erase reader's pain. And that's why I appreciate how they stood up for themselves. It's not about being mean, but acknowledging and asserting their feelings. Your depiction of emotions is spot on.

In conclusion, I just want to express my admiration for your writing—it captures emotions in a way that feels incredibly relatable. I'm genuinely enjoying every bit of this story. Thanks a bunch for sharing your talent! 🫶🫶

I hope you are doing well & have a great dayy!! 🫶

OH MY GOSH HELLO :')!!! this is perhaps the sweetest message i've ever gotten abt my writing and it absolutely made my day, thank you so much <333

im so happy to hear it didn't come off as me trying to pin hyunjin as the bad guy in the story - i was worried it would feel that way with the beginning portion, but i also feel like its important to show that the reader isn't wrong in their emotions, and they also have a support system in place. that's also why later in the story i did my best to focus on hyunjin's own internal struggle with the situation because while what he did was extremely hurtful, he is still capable of recognizing his wrongs and can still feel guilty for it. and its not an easy change for him either! theres also the struggle of him accpeting this as truth now, which is hard when he has been living under another version of reality for two years! he's still human at the end of the day

i wanted the market scene to be exactly that, just a demonstration of the awkwardness of their relationship now, but as well showing that they can be friends despite everything that has happened. my issue with a lot of enemies to lovers stories is how easily the reader accepts the love interest back,,,, and i dont wanna do that because the reader's hurt still matters and one shouldn't throw their feelings aside bc someone else made a mistake and realized it. :o but still! i think it takes a lot of grace to be able to treat someone kindly after all that, so thats also why i added that layer of turmoil for hyunjin to struggle with LOL

my goal is just to show the depth of each of their emotions and perspectives! at the end of the day, theyre both good people trying their best in this silly mess theyre in

THANK U SM FOR YOUR COMPLIMENTS TOO ;w; this absolutely made my week and im sosoososos happy that i was able to portray everything properly!! THANK U I LOVE U AND I HOPE U HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY+WEEKEND <333 mwah

[rairaiku]

HIIIII!!!!

I'm Rairaiku for short is raku or riku!! She/they

I DON'T LIKE TO SHOW MY AGE for real. I just don't wanna say it becuase of the past trauma from people.yeah..

I accept request!! For every request fanfic you can ask art to put at or not! I will give credit to they request hope i can make friend with ya'll

Fanfic avaible:

Obey me

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin impact

A3!

Love Unholyc

Tears of Themis

Hetalia

Mystic Messengers

FNAF

Rules for the fanfic

1.No Minor Characthers to ship with adults

2.I will accept nsfw.

3.To request you may PUT their fandom

4.I can accpet fandom that i don't write.

5.If you request i will accept.

6.Have fun to read.. hehe..

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hey! I need some help if you don’t mind.

I’ve been seriously struggling with writers block and I’ve just been feeling like everything I write is shit.

It might have something to do with my creative writing class and having to write stuff for actual assignments and a grade and I’m really fucking terrible with deadlines so I feel like my work never lives up to its full potential so it’s really getting me down.

On my alternate account, I started writing but I only have the first part posted and it hasn’t been updated in around a year or more. I want to start writing for it so badly especially after someone commented that they want more, but I’m stuck in this slump. I also entered a bunch of collabs and I never finished or posted them and I’ve felt like a shitty horrible person ever since so I feel even less inclined to write even though I really wanna write and finish them.

And on top of school, I haven’t had enough time (or given myself enough time) to write at all.

I’m really stressed and scared because writing fan fiction really means a lot to me and I hate feeling so unpassionate about something I love and used to be so freaking passionate about.

Do you have any advice? Have you ever felt like this? What do you do when you get writers block or in a slump?

I’m sorry for the long message but this has been tearing me apart for weeks.❤️

I'm really sorry to hear you're going through that but I'm afraid I can't be of much help. Of course I've gone through multiple writing blocks, some lasting months but I don't really have good advice.

I think there are two ways of dealing with it: either you just don't try to force it and let it run its course until you become motivated/passionate again or you just write even if you don't like it because it's way easier to go back and keep refining the work you made rather than starting from scratch.

The second method is what I use most often. I just write whatever shitty draft comes to mind then I keep reviewing it and adding and altering thing. Each time i review it gets easier and better.

As for the work not living up to your expectations, I used to struggle with that a lot too but I just became so busy with work and other things and I had to face the fact that either I accpet the work for what it is or I don't post at all. Fanfiction is not my job and if I spent inordinate amounts of energy and time to perfect it, it would only harm me in the end because it would take away time out of my actual work and life. Besides, it's a hobby and hobbies are meant to be fun, not make you feel bad and guilty. I personally don't enter into any collabs and only do requests etc if I make it absolutely clear that there is no guarantee that I will actually follow through with it because I know it would only make me feel miserable if I don't.

The class is probably the reason things are going so bad for you so maybe when it's over you'll feel better and start enjoying writing again. I too am kind of going through this because of my work and other obligations so I have been writing very little and it upsets me because I really wanna update yamqn but I keep reminding myself that it's just a fanfic and while I love it and enjoy it, my real life comes first and I'll get to it when I get to it. I even warned readers multiple times that the chapters won't be as long or as good as previous chapters because I simply don't have the luxury to waste time and effort on it anymore and I and them are just gonna have to accept that since writing is not my actual job

[ravenspeakmuses]

"Willow's good at that, telling it like it is," he says, a smiles comes over his lips, its just hard to contain it when She's the topic. "Well, then...?" He shakes his head, he didn't want to be an ass, he had to be understanding, Tyler was going trough a lot, it was probably hard to accpet, "If we're all telling you the same, do you think we've all collective gonne insane?" He make sure he tone wasn't sounding judgemental or harsh, he was just trying to understand what was going on in Tylers mind. "They shouldn't be, no. But then how do you explain all this?" He sighs, "I don't know if I should tell you... You seem to be having a hard time and I don't wanna overwhelme you... Its something the demon said."

Tyler ran a hand through his hair slightly, as he sighed. "Well it's not like anyone is quite around here. Willow told me mostly. But I've heard it from others as well." Tyler said as he picked at the cuff of his shirt. Tyler shook his head slightly as he looked down at the table. "It's more than insane, Avery. It shouldn't even be happening. Demons, werewolves. They aren't real." Tyler said as he looked back to Avery. "What are you talking about? What's been happening for a long time?"

[robin374]

hello! I wanted to request some headcanons for the mercs (if yo don't wanna write for the nine of them it could be only heavy, medic, pyro & sniper)

So, I don't know if you've seen Gnomeo & Juliet? If you haven't, in the first movie there's a beautiful scene when they both met without knowing they're from the different colour and the iconic song with it is "hello hello" with lady gaga and Elton John.

SO, I made this introduction to request the (RED mercs) meeting the reader (fem, if possible) without knowing she's from the BLU team, and basically with the trope "love at first sight" and how it continues is really up to you!!

Sorry for bothering and thank you in advance, ♡♡

Love at first sight

Characters: Heavy, Pyro & Sniper

Notes: Romantic and lots of fluff. Edit: I FORGOT MEDIC SORRY

It's funny because the first time you saw eachother was at a forest fire. Suprisingly they didn't start it. They were having a walk around and saw a blinding light, it had a lot of different colours and there were bubbles everywhere.

Seeing that it was a entertaining scenery to see, they decided to get a closer look to the 'party'. For him, people around were laughing and dancing, they joined happily to the dances.

However, in reality, people were running away from the fire and coughing and crying. Strange, right?

You got caught between two logs of burnt trees. You were already accpeting your destiny when they appeared laughing while looking at you. You frowned, were they laughing at you? Or were they just happy to see that you were alive?

None of that, they were just laughing because in his pyrovision, you were caught against your will by an evil dragon. They were the knight that could save, this was their moment to prove you that they were worthy of your hand.

They easily took the logs out and took you bridal style out of the fire. You were so confused and felt so much pain that you didn't have any choice that to let them do whatever they were thinking about. They saved you live after all.

The next time you saw each other was in the battlefield, and instead of burning you to bits, they hugged you and 'saved' you from your own teammates. Now, everytime you see them in battlefield they keep scolding you for hanging out with such dangerous people. You should be more careful!

This happened on the only day that he decided to go out to town. He never leaves the base, only for important missions that Miss Pauling gives him. However, he decided to take a look at the town's library. He had been wanting to read something these days, but he didn't find time for it. Now that it was ceasefire day, he decided to go and see if there was something interesting.

You, on the other hand, went to the library to see if they had finally brought the book you have been wanting for weeks. You always asked the librarian but he was an old grumpy and mean man. You still think that he should adopt a cat or something, that would definitely make him happier.

You walked straight to the aisle where the book should be. Then, you saw it. Finally! You could read one of Dostoyevsky's books. However, the moment you reached out for the book, another hand went to take it too. It much bigger than yours, almost biger than the book. You looked at the man that was next to you. You two didn't say anything, until he talked. He asked you if you enjoyed Russian literature, you answered him a smile, and tld him that you had been wanting to read some of the recommended books.

"Shh!" The old man interrumpted the conversation that you two were having, Heavy guided you out of the library and told you that he would let you some of his books. He never let anyone his books, mostly Medic, but it was because they shared their books. He felt something warm in his cold little heart, the same feeling he felt whenever he was with his gun Sasha.

The next time you saw each other in battlefield. You had been launched up to the sky by Pyro and now you were falling in high speed towards him. He wasn't aware of that though, he was too occupied eating a sandwich to recover from a fight with the enemy Demoman. You screamed you were going to take advantage of the force you were having thanks to gravity and strike his head with your melee weapon. He finally noticed this and took a step to the side making you fall face first to the floor. After the dust cloud dissapeared, he took you from the ankle and lifted you. "Hi..." You innocently smiled while shaking you hand. "You read Heavy's book?" He asked you, still not processing that you were an enemy. You nodded, and made a comment about the book. Then, he took out his shotgun and threatened you with it. "There's one of you teammates near us, just play along."

Now the two of you have a sandwich break every battlefield.

He doesn't usually talk to strangers that are suspiciously in the road. But the moment he saw you with your mountain bike broken he didn't think much about it.

"You okay?" He asked you while he lowered the window. You looked at him, a man in a van. He surely wasn't dangerous, right? "Yes... My bike broke when I was returning home... Shit-ass bike..." You murmured. He laughed and got out of his van. "Let me help you." He said while taking the bike, it sure was broken. The wheel was punctured and the breaks were torn out. He put the bike inside the van and drove you to your home, which casually was near Teufort.

He nervously offered to accompany you to the bike workshop. The thing is that he didn't know that you had your own little workshop in your home. So, as a thank you you invited him to a cafe.

The next time you saw him was when you were returning from a mission that Miss Pauling gave you. You were still in your BLU uniform and was entering you base, until someone shoot you next to you foot, you looked up to see where it came from. Someone whistled and you saw Sniper in the RED base's roof. He left his rifle to the side and greeted you with his hand. You greeted him back and made a mental note to give him a visit next battle.

[prijune]

Happy birthday you're a year older congratulations! Your cake this year is a lovely anxieties of the future cake with a dread of failure filling topped with feelings of inadequacy and sprinkles :D

[rentalgoose]

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[hollowscreekmuses]

"They do. Especially when someone is hurting someone you care about," Avery wasn't someone who like violence, (despite being currently a raging wolf) but he was for sure protective that way, when it come to friends and family. "Yeah I--I don't know what I was thinking!" He sighs running a hand trough his hair, "I guess I was... Restless?" Being locked up wasn't easy it was starting to drive him insane, so he did something stupid. Lesson learned. "Right. So go out with friends?" He nods, "I guess that could work..." He thinks about it, maybe it he has Jesse there, or Tyler or any of his closest friends they could pull him out of the rage, yeah. "I want to," there's no hesitation there, "No matter how hard I have to work, I want to do it. I just don't want to keep going like this. So... Out of control."

"No, I didn't..." Avery looks over at her, as the conversation with Logan comes to his mind, he wonders if as a born Wolf She thinks he's being overly dramatic or even... Harsh calling it a curse, to him is the wrose thing that happened so far, but probably not to her, "Sorry--if... I'm being overly dramatic about this. I didn't mean to sound rude its just---someone told me recently there's no point in hating who you are, and she's right. And you are too, maybe sometime soon I'll feel better about all this, I'll accpet alll there is to accpet about being a Wolf, but right now its just... Too much," he looks over at her, She seems like She understands, like She wasn't out here judging and that was good. "Yeah, its sucks but--I don't wanna risk it, I'd rather... Die myself , you know?" And this was honest, between him and his family he'd always chose their safety first. "So you've done this before? Take in the... Stay puppies?" He smirks some, thats the expressions he's been hearing, as a new Wolf he was a puppy. Smilling as She swing their hands, She really did seem excited with the idea. "You mean how I become a Wolf?" He ask, he wouldn't have a problem telling her. Maybe it would help her understand a little bit better why he was having such a hard time.

"The claws are necessary sometimes," she gave an approving nod on the information about his father. Sounded like a good man-- they both did. Maybe they raised Avery to be a decent person? It was too soon to tell for sure just yet, but so far... An overreaction from a newly turned wolf wasn't enough to condemn the man, for sure. "Yes, you should have known better," Neylani gave him a sharper look, though it was brief, if only to impart that she did agree it was foolish of him to have come out-- alone-- when he had no true control of himself yet. "In the future, you should really try not to go anywhere by yourself until you feel like you've got a better grasp of things. It's better if you have someone there, they can be a distraction from the anger and diffuse you quicker." Neylani sighed herself, nodding. "I know, it can be a lot," she agreed, "but I can tell you, if you put in the work... It will get easier."

It always kind of stung, to hear when others referred to the werewolf condition as a 'curse'-- she was born this way, it was all she'd ever known. And truly, she hadn't ever considered it as one before. Definitely a pain in the ass, sure, but a curse? That was harsh. "Well," she hedged a moment, "right now, seeing as how it's so new, you can't see it as anything but a liability. It's not something you asked for, I imagine." She was just assuming here, since he was struggling with it so much. Those that actually asked for the bite, generally had a better time transitioning into the all of the changes because they knew what to expect, they knew what they were asking for. "But maybe you'll come to see it differently once you've made connection with your inner wolf," she ventured fairly. "That's a good choice-- it's better for them, and you, if you keep some distance for now." Avery's fathers really had given him some wisdom, he was hard on himself. He may not have made all of the best decisions, but his heart was certainly in the right place. Ney smiled, this time with some excitement. "It would be my pleasure! It's been a moment since I had someone under my tutelage," she eagerly swung their hands a bit as they walked. "Can I ask how it all happened? Probably best to start there so I know what I'm dealing with."