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[spaceessiren]

Noise Complaints (pt. 2)

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x AFAB! reader

Word count: 4k (was originally 8k but i felt i went overboard so i shortened it LOL)

Summary: Steamy shower sex w logie

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), size kink, reader is shorter than logan, reader has hair, hair pulling, biting, scratching, oral sex (m receiving), fingering

a/n: hi!! this is a continuation of my last fic, you dont need to read it but i feel like this one would make much more sense if u read the other one first. as i said last time i am new to writing fanfic, especially smut, so respectful, constructive criticism is always appreciated! if i left out any warnings or made any errors pls lmk! thank u!! hope u enjoy :) read pt. 1 here

He continues up the stairs with you in his arms, holding you against his firm chest and keeping you from escaping. Giving into his much stronger grip, you wrap a hand around one of his biceps and squeeze the flexed muscle.

“Hmm… I like these. So strong, Lo.” You smirk up at him. You look up at him from where he holds you against his chest with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. He chuckles as he feels your hand around his bicep, and carries you down the hallway towards the bathroom, his strides longer and stronger as he holds you with ease.

“Yeah, Darlin'? You like my arms? Strong enough to lift you up like you weigh nothin', huh?” He looks down at you as you look up at him, seeing the way you were biting your bottom lip and humming at the sight.

“Love how strong you are, Lo. You should pick me up more often…” You trail off and wink at him. He smirks and shakes his head in mock disbelief at you

“Oh, should I? Just so you have an excuse to feel me up, yeah? That why you love it so much?” He teases with a raised eyebrow as he steps through the doorway into his en-suite bathroom. You bat your eyelashes and squeeze his arms again, giggling. He smiles at your laugh, the feeling of you squeezing his arms again makes him hum lowly in response.

“Yeah, princess, I think that’s why you love it so much. But don’t you worry, you can feel me up whenever you want.” He says lowly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

You flush at his words and feel him place you against the counter in the bathroom and he turns to turn the shower on. Letting the water run to let it heat up, he turns again and faces you. He leans over you, his arms on either side of you as he starts nibbling and sucking on your neck again. He stays like that for a few minutes, listening to your soft hums as he continues to nip and lick at your skin, wanting to leave you marked up and bruised as a sign to the world that you were his.

You push against him, whining playfully. “Logan… How am I ever gonna cover these? Everyone’s gonna know what they’re from.” He chuckles against your skin and hums in response, continuing to suck on the skin gently, leaving a hickey.

“Hmmm, I know. Tha’s the point, Darlin’. Want everyone to know you’re mine.” He pulls away, pausing to admire his handiwork on your neck. You groan and throw your head back, giving in to the feeling of his plush lips against your skin.

“M’ yours, Lo” You whimper.

A low, possessive growl rumbles from his chest.

“You’re mine, Darlin’. ‘M gonna make sure every person in this whole fuckin’ town knows it.” You moan lightly and push him away to hop off the counter. You take the hem of your shirt in your hands to pull it over your head. You then reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the ground. You unbutton your pants and pull them down over your thighs along with your scanty underwear.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower, babe,” you say turning to face the glass doors of the shower. You turn back to look at him over your shoulder to give him a seductive smile, “You coming?”

He was completely distracted by you undressing in front of him, his eyes roaming and taking in your body as each piece of clothing came off. He was silent, completely and utterly entranced by the sight of you naked in front of him. Your smile over your shoulder at him snapped me out of it, my eyes meeting yours and seeing the heat and desire behind them*

“Mmm, yeah Darlin’, I’m coming. I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

You giggle and turn back away from him, stepping onto the cool tile of the shower floor and ducking your head under the water. You glance over at Logan and see him peeling his shirt up and over his head, his dogtags jingling around his neck from the movement. He unbuttons his jeans and slides them off along with his boxers before stepping into the shower with you under the warm water.

Your eyes trail over his body, entranced by the sculpted muscles. You run your hands over his pecs and abs, your sight following the lines of his abdomen, down the ‘v’ of his hips and the patch of hair trailing lower and lower as your gaze rests on the site of his cock standing at attention. You bite your lip and clench your thighs together.

“Shit Logan…” you trail off at the sight of his length, much bigger than you had imagined.

He lets out a low rumble as your hands roamed over his chest and pecs, his abs flexing as your touch sent sparks of heat through him.

“Like what you see, hm?” He teases. You gaze up at him, breaking eye contact with his cock to glance between his eyes nervously.

“God Lo- I could feel you were big earlier but I didn’t think you were gonna be this big”

Pride flares in his chest at your words. He smirks down at you mischievously and grips your hips in his hands, pulling you against his body and holding you there tightly.

“How big did you expect me to be, Princess?” Your breath hitches at the feeling of his big hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Knew you were gonna be big but fuck—Don’t know if it’s gonna fit.” He lets out another hum of satisfaction at your reaction, slowly sliding his hands up your body and to your shoulders. He leans down low so his lips are next to your ear, his tone low and gruff.

“You want to find out?”

You moan at his words and pull him down for a chaste kiss.

“Yes,” You whimper against his lips, the feeling of his stubble scratching against your skin providing a delicious burn. “Wanna feel you Logan…”

He lowers his face to meet yours, lips colliding in a passionate but slow kiss. You can feel yourself growing more and more needy, the heat in your core growing the longer his body was pressed to yours. He deepens the kiss, his skillful tongue running over yours in almost a frenzy. He grips your hip tight with one hand while the other reaches behind you to grab at one of your asscheeks.

You whimper against his lips as you run your hands down the plane of his built chest and abdomen. You teasingly scratch your nails against the ridges of his abs as your trail your fingers lower, feeling his breath hitch slightly at the pleasure-pain of your nails scraping against his skin. You let out a groan once you reach his length, feeling it hot and heavy in your palm as you start a slow pace of stroking him.

“Tell me what you like Lo…. Wanna make you feel good”

At your words, he reaches one hand down to cover yours, gripping his cock tighter and setting a faster pace. He breaks away from the kiss for a moment, panting against your lips. His head drops against the cool tile of the shower wall, a moan rippling from his throat.

“Fu-uck baby” he encourages, “just like that Darlin’... don’t stop...”

You step closer to him to wrap your unoccupied arm around his neck to pull him down slightly. You plant gentle teasing kisses to the column of his throat, licking and sucking to elicit more of his sounds. His length pulses in your hand as you pump him, slowly increasing the pace as he pants against your shoulder. His hips buck into your closed fist as you swipe your thumb over his tip to collect the precome that gathers there, paying a bit more attention to his swollen head on a particular flick of your wrist. You smirk against his neck, loving how you were making him unravel from just your hand.

“Feel good baby?” He just groans, his head becoming fuzzy from the pleasure. Running your thumb across the ridge of his tip, continuing to pump him at the pace he set, you can’t help but bite your lip and cross your legs a little tighter, trying to gain some friction to alleviate the slick pooling between your thighs. You unravel your other arm from around his neck and reach down to cup him, moaning lightly at the small involuntary thrusts of his hips at your actions.

“Shit- Darlin’— you keep doing that and I ain’t gonna last long.” He groans lowly, his head falling back against the shower wall again. He’s doing all he can to hold on, not wanting to bust again before even making it inside you. You grin against the skin of his neck knowing you’re making him fall apart in your hands. You duck your head and continue your trail of kisses over his chest and down his abdomen, licking and nipping as you go until you’re kneeling in front of him, still keeping a steady rhythm with your hand.

“Wanna taste you, Lo”

“Christ, Princess- look at you, so fuckin’ pretty f’me.” His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded as he stares down at you kneeling in front of him, nearly unraveling at the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes. “Yeah baby, you can taste- go on,”

You dart your tongue out to lick teasingly at his tip, moaning at the salty taste hitting your tongue. You look up at him as you place wet, open mouthed kisses from his base to his tip, running your hands over his thighs and hips at the same time. He lets out a hiss at the contact of your wet, hot tongue running against his throbbing cock, fighting the urge to grab your head and slam you down until your nose hits his base.  He’s completely powerless against you, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep himself upright, his knees almost buckling at your skillful mouth.

“Fuck baby, so fuckin’ good,” He pants, “Knew you’d be good with that pretty mouth of yours”

You continue leaving kisses and kitten licks all around his length, watching him grow more and more desperate above you. You take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around him before closing your lips and sucking. You take him as deep into your mouth as you can, gagging slightly at the feeling of his cock bulging against the back of your throat.

The sounds leaving him become more desperate and guttural than before, gasping and gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continue working him with your mouth. He looks down at you on your knees in front of him, bucking into your mouth further at the sight of your looking up at him. You reach a hand out to cup him again, massaging his sack while you pump him at a fast pace and your mouth works skillfully around his length.

His head falls back again as he lets out a groan, feeling himself grow closer and closer. Needing to be inside you before he comes down your throat, he grips your hair tight in his fist, pulling you off of him and guiding you up to your full height. You give him a confused look before he grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips to yours. His movements are messy, heated and animalistic as he nips at your lips and his teeth clash against yours messily. He slides his hands down your back, grabbing the plush of your ass in his hands and squeezing before breaking away slightly to pant against your lips.

“As much as I love that fucking mouth baby,” He pants, his chest heaving, “Need to fuck you—need’a feel you squeezin’ me” You moan at his filthy words, clenching around nothing in an attempt to sooth the ache in your core.

“Logan… need you s-so bad. Please….” One of your hands resting against his chest reaches up slightly to grab his dogtags and pull him against you again, lips meeting in a frenzied kiss. One of his hands trails from your ass along your waist, teasing his fingertips against your lower stomach and down to the crease of your thigh. His fingers ghost lower, the pad of his thumb pressing lightly against your swollen clit. You gasp at the contact, finally relieving some of the ache between your legs. He teases two of his fingers lower, swiping through your folds, feeling the slick that gathered at your entrance. He groans at the feeling of your wetness against his fingers, loving how needy you were for him. He had barely touched you yet and you were already soaked.

“All this for me, sweetheart?” He smirks against your lips, feeling your back arch at his touch he dips his fingers into your entrance while his thumb lazily strokes your clit.

“Please, Logan,”

You groan and throw your head back as his fingers slowly tease you with his light touches. He ducks his head to kiss up and down your neck while his other hand massages your breast. His chest rumbles with a low hum, his tongue tracing along your neck, wanting to leave marks and wanting to show the world that you were his.

“So fuckin’ wet for me baby, shit— feel so good already”

You whimper at the praise, loving the filthy words coming from his mouth. His fingers dipping deeper into you makes your breath hitch. He pumps his fingers at a lazy pace, making you whine and whimper against him desperately. He tweaks one of your nipples between his fingers, and quickly ducks his head to flick his tongue against the sensitive buds. Whines and whimpers continue to leave you as he pumps his fingers faster inside you, feeling yourself grow more desperate for your release.

“More… need more, please Lo—"

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me. Gotta use your words f’me baby”

“Want your fingers …faster please” You barely recognize the words coming from your mouth as he turns you into a babbling mess from his touch. The feeling of his fingers dipping into you and curling against that spot deep inside makes you buck your hips and moan.

He continues to leave kisses and marks on your neck, while his fingers start moving faster, wanting you to feel as good as possible. His thumb returns to your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to have you arching and whining against his chest.

“I got you, Darlin’. Jus’ keep making those sounds for me, tell me how good it feels.” His voice is low and gravelly as he talks you through his actions. His voice, his arms, his fingers, his everything feels suffocating as he brings you closer to the edge. You clench around his fingers at a particular thrust, hitting the spot that has your head spinning and your eyes shutting tightly from the pleasure. He chuckles, low and teasing in your ear, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

“There she is. Right there, huh baby?”

“Yes-s Logan! God, so fucking good,” you’re nearly screaming at this point, the heat in your core growing stronger and tighter as he continues rubbing against your clit and pumping his fingers deep in your soaking cunt.

“Say my fuckin’ name, Darlin’, “ He growls into your ear, licking the shell and biting your earlobe. “Want everyone to know who makes you feel this good”

"Shit—Logan!” you throw your head back and moan loudly at his hot breath against your neck. He moves his free hand up to hold you against him tighter as he thrusts his fingers faster and harder, needing you to come undone for him.

“Doin’ so good. You’re almost there, baby. Make a mess f’me.”

You claw at his shoulders, the pleasure overwhelming as your release grows closer and closer. His praise sends bolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You can feel him pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace, his thumb still on your clit, sending your body into overdrive as your orgasm creeps closer. Your climax washes over you in waves, and you have to lean against his chest to keep you upright. Clenching tightly around his fingers, your thighs shake with the force of your release

“Fuck Logan- so fucking good… holy shit” You pant against his chest and he rubs soothing circles on your back, grounding you.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder, needing to be against any part of you that he can. Coming down from your high, you grasp his wrist in your hand and pull it from between your legs, guiding his hand to your mouth. You dart your tongue out to taste yourself on his fingers, giggling at his shocked expression. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open as he watches you, mesmerized.

You pop his fingers from your mouth and sigh, “Want you to fuck me Lo… “

He wraps his arms around the back of your thighs, bending slightly to reach you. His biceps flex against you as he hoists you up so your legs wrap around his waist. You yelp slightly, not expecting to be lifted off the ground. He turns to press your back against the wall, his hips meeting yours with the way he holds you against him.

“You want me to take you like this?” Your head thumps lightly against the wall as you throw it back in a moan at his words. You can feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance as he rocks against you.

“God—yes, give it to me… cant wait … need you like this right now, Lo,”

“So needy for me,” he groans against your neck, pulling himself up to slot his lips against yours in a heated kiss. “Fuckin’ take it then baby.”

You nearly scream as you feel him sheath himself inside your slick heat in one quick thrust. Your eyes well with tears as he stretches you, clawing at his shoulders while he stills inside of you, letting you adjust to his thickness

“Fuck! S-so big-“ you moan.

“Fuuuck, Sweetheart, feel so good around me. So fuckin’ tight f’me” he groans against your lips, nipping at the bottom one before kissing you again. You clench tightly around him, thighs shaking lightly from the overwhelming feeling of him inside. The burn from the stretch slowly dissipates and you feel yourself needing more.

“Y-you can move lo,” you mewl, relishing in the feeling of him sliding out until just the fat tip of his cock was kissing your entrance, your head tilts back and you moan wantonly. He pulls almost all the way out, and teases you with his tip, and just as you were about to whine, he slams back inside with a forceful thrust, nearly knocking the breath from your chest.

He drills into you at a brutal pace, his huge hands splayed against your thighs and ass, tugging you closer with every thrust. Your arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as he growls against your neck at the twinge of pain. One of your hands threads through his hair and you pull at it, forcing his head back so that you can lick and nip at the sensitive skin of his neck. Another animalistic moan leaves his throat as you pull his locks, only driving him to thrust into you harder.

“Logan! Oh fuck—" You feel the head of his cock brush your cervix with each thrust, driving you insane. You cry out when he trails a hand between your bodies to thumb at your sensitive nub

“Feels good doesn’t it? Tell me how good I make you feel baby, say my fuckin name.” he growls, his breathing comes out as ragged gasps as he thrusts into your tight, wet, heat. The steam from the hot water only adding to the intensity of your rendezvous.

“Shit—oh fuck, Logan! G-God, so good!” you’re crying into the crook of his neck, tears pool in your waterline at the immense amount of pleasure, his thrusts not letting up. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, pulling you up a little bit higher on his waist. You clench around him as he hits your sweet spot over and over with this new angle.

“There! Shit—gonn-ah! Gonna cum—!” He feels you grind down onto his length, meeting his thrusts. Your cunt gripping him with force as he pounds into you, bringing you closer to the edge of your release.

“You gonna come for me? You close, Darlin’?” he rasps, his hips beginning to falter as he nears his own climax.

You nod your head, not able to speak with the band of pleasure in your core winding tighter and tighter with each forceful buck of his hips into you.

“C’mon Princess, come for me. Come on my cock baby” he grunts as his thrusts become sloppy and ragged. “Fuck—I’m close Darlin’”

“Come with me Lo. Want you to come inside..” you breathe into his ear, nibbling his earlobe and licking a stripe down the expanse of his neck before sinking your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder.

“Want me to come in you, Darlin’? You wan’ me to fill you up?” His filthy words almost send you over the edge. You shiver against him and clench hard around his length, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Shit!” you pant, “Fuck yes Logan… fill me up- Fuck! Make me yours—"

Your third orgasm crashes over you, no less intense than the previous two. It lights you up from the inside out. Your vision goes hazy as you clench around his thick cock. You moan against him as you feel his length twitch inside you and thick ropes of his release paint your insides. Your legs tremble with the force of your release, and you scream his name, not caring who might hear. He continues to thrust into you slowly, riding out your orgasms together.

He groans deeply, taking him a moment to collect himself before he pulls you away from the wall. Your body is spent and your legs feel like mush, so he holds you upright as your knees buckle under your weight.

You drop your head against his shoulder as he continues holding you up, feeling his length softening inside you as you both try to catch your breath.

“Holy…. shit… “You breathe, still panting against his chest.

A chuckle rumbles in his chest as you rest your head against his pecs, gently running his fingers through your damp hair and tilting your head to look up at him. He kisses you with a newfound tenderness, he’s gentle and kind, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.

“Mmm, yeah…. We might get some noise complaints….”

[gennabi]

lovesick

simeon x gn!reader • 1.6k

romantic; fluff, very (??) suggestive

[ with the power of intoxication and sleep deprivation, you bare your feelings to each other (not quite directly) , ft. lucifer , i dont write this long usually so sorry if its ass (constructive criticism are welcomed!) ] @stanfordpines-kinnie here it is ( ´∀`)/~~

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Your eyelashes flutter blearily as you drag yourself across the floor. The night is eerily quiet. At this time, you should at most be hearing the random clicks coming from Leviathan's room. Or the sweet humming of Asmodeus's voice when he takes his late night bath. You shut your eyes, a yawn threatening to rise up your throat. To no one's surprise, you let out yet another for the umpteenth time in the past hour.

Maybe drinking milk or reading something from the library would help. It truly is a bother when you cannot sleep no matter how sluggish your body is turning into. You descend the stairs. Faint thumps resounding through the hallway.

Creak.

There's someone else up at this hour? You make your way to the source: The kitchen. Is it Beelzebub? Classic. The lean shadow enters your vision first, whoever is in there not bothering to turn on the the lights, and you could confidently deduce even in this half concious state that it is definitely not the buff Avatar of Gluttony.

A familiar mop of black hair turns to you, red irises giving you a lookover before he closes the cabinet. Your gaze lands to the three bottles in his hand. Alcohol. Right.

"Couldn't sleep?" Lucifer's deep and smooth voice tugs you back to reality, a soft smile playing on his lips. You shake your head. He exhales, the sound amused while his free hand reaches to gently pat your hair down into a slightly neater form. "Care for some company then?"

When Lucifer brought you to his room, you weren't expecting another figure. And certainly not someone from Purgatory Hall. There's a flush to his dark skin, eyes blinking slow and draggy then widening when you emerge from behind the door. His limbs are stretched long above the width of the small deep red chair; His head and arms craned at a weird angle on one armrest with his legs dangled on the other. More liquor sits on the table nearby, empty.

Simeon's mouth forms an 'o' before he hiccups, "My lamb! You're here." He straightens his back, about to stand before Lucifer's fingers gently apply a pressure on his shoulders down, the angel's form easily following the motion and sprawling like lava back to the chair. The demon sets down the Demonus bottles from his hand to the table. Walks past to the record player on the other side of the room. A comfortable silence passes as he slids out more of his vinyl collection, fingers padding and rustling between them.

You crouch down to Simeon, a grin on your face as he mirrors your expression. Reaching out, your hand combs through his hair and he hums a beautiful sound. His eyelids droop time to time from your ministrations before you murmur. "Sorry for bothering you and Lucifer's bonding time. I didn't know you'd be here."

The angel's smile turns softer, almost innocent-like as he lets out another hiccup. He bashfully meets your gaze. "You're not.. a bother.."

Your heart melts. But that's always it when it comes to Simeon. Sweet face and even sweeter words. You think he's not exactly this way with everyone— No, you remember he hasn't always been this open. Hiding behind a set of vague words, saying yet not quite spelling what resides close in his heart.

You hear another small grunt, warm fingers enveloping yours as he drags your palm down across the slope of his cheek. Stopping somewhere around his chin and jaw. Eyes closing with unsurprising ease. Warm lips brush against your fingers. You suck in a breath. Dart out a tongue to wet your lips. His voice comes out low and strained. Like what he's about to tell you is a big secret. Waiting for a second to pass by before he actually says what he wants to. A static runs up your skin when he push his lips further onto the pads of your digits, solid. A concious decision. "You could never bother me."

Simeon's eyelashes flutter open, eyes searching yours. Your chest tightens. It gets hard to look away. You don't want to look away. One beat. Then two. You swipe a thumb across his lips. Languid and trembling, like you're the one who has been drinking and not the one in front of you who only parts his lips at the motion. His teeth grazes your skin then he's looking at you. All unwavering and deadly silent. The sharp canines start to sink down—

"Feel free to stay however long you like."

Lucifer's voice snaps you harshly to the reality, your hand pulled back just as fast before he walks your way. The eldest doesn't question your position in front of his companion, the latter fixing his gaze on the cool demon pouring the alcohol into two glasses. Lucifer offers you one and you receive it, gulping down the liquid in one shot.

The back of your throat burns. And in a pathetic attempt to recompose yourself, you feed the fire in your stomach. Swallow another glass and another. Hour and hour and hour after another. Listening to the same tracks repeating in the background. Until you deem it enough, which comes in the form of Lucifer snatching the bottle from you, his eyebrows pinched together unpleasantly.

You have half a mind to start an argument with him, a finger already pointing to his direction. But he's far too quick, far too inhuman, a hand on your back and guiding you stubbornly through the door. You feel the pressure against his palm grows as it reaches your side and it isn't until he pries you away that you realize you've been clinging to dear life to Simeon. It's futile however when the angel drags you back towards his side, and you would have no qualms about sticking like glue yet again. Lucifer tries and tries again until he eventually gives up, escorting you towards your bedroom.

When you arrive at the door, he shakes his head again, words pouring out of his mouth in an alarmingly extended period of time. You nod blankly. Something about 'drinking moderately' and 'good sleeping habits' you confidently would not recall in the morning after. He finally leaves you when you echo back his good night wish, and you're left watching his back until you feel a squeeze to your middle.

Simeon. Bringing your attention back to him, you send him a lazy smile. This time he doesn't respond. Light blue eyes tracing your face with an intensity too loud for you to ignore. More time pass in thick silence. Your expression drops, face muscles morphing into a look of uncertainty. Of flickering gaze and pursing lips. Of being honest or being too out of your system. Or maybe both.

So when he finally moves first, you don't waste a second. Heaving in relief as you disjointedly push and twist the doorknob. He's closing in on you. Twist. Push. Twist. Twist. Push. How hard can a doorknob even be—? Push. Twist. Push—

The door clicks. Your hands reach forward to tug him crushed onto you. A soft exhale leaves your lips when you connect them with his. You stay within the sensation: Of his warm breaths full of Demonus, of his eyes catching your gaze in equal haze, of the sudden nibble on your lips. The next thing you feel is a hand cupping your jaw and Simeon devours you. Pushing and pushing further as if he could kiss the very soul inside you. Hands helplessly roaming on your hips, up to the underside of your chest, further to your neck, to any where he could place them.

You moan beneath him when you feel your back pressing against the door. Can't help but squirm when you look at him. Blue eyes staring straight at you. Sinking the image of your expressions to the back of his mind. He tilts his head, pressing insistently on your lips. Brazenly, he twists on the hem of your top and slide his hand underneath. His fingers leave a trail of shivers against your warm skin. You gasp. Bunching your fingers on his cloth out of the lack of air.

The angel doesn't seem to take hint, or ignores it entirely. Swoops further into your lips to explore your mouth, teeth clashing and all, his tongue expertly curling against every wet surface. Your cheeks flush. Mind fogging into a white blank. And it's only then that he releases you, pulling a small distance away. He giggles. He's not even guilty about it.

Hot.

Your hands clumsily land to his waist. In nervousness or anticipation, you're not exactly sure. And you don't exactly care. That prickling electric running up your skin, sweat starting to pool beneath your palms. When he pushes back onto you, you push back onto his mouth with equal force. With his hand cupping one side of your face and the other kneading your back, your fingers courageously squeeze his hips. Then to his skin in kind.

His skin is oh so very warm and you realize the opposite is true to him when he pulls back with a scrunched face, a curse whispered under his breath. He listens to you chuckle and then your fingers are tracing the soft lines on his stomach, a certain glimmer to that bewitching eyes of yours. They're hypnotizing at least, commanding at most. The digits slowly, slowly, and slowly, crawl up his chest. Just when he thinks you're about to move further, you slide down your palm instead and remove your touch from his body. Instead, your hand hovers over a button of his pants, thumb picking at the circle shaped item.

And you're staring at him with that damned smirk. You're cruel. You're so very cruel.

You know very well he could never say no to you.

a/n: cockblocked 🫵 kidding. sorry . idk how to write smut. (im a coward ik 🤕)

[unionizedwizard]

by far my main criticism about dawntrail is how uncannily nice everyone and everything is. i'm the #1 slower path/smallest stakes/fun cultural discovery narrative fan, but my problem is that they didn't seem to scale the conflict sources accordingly? they literally had to drop giant monsters on top of the characters' heads TWICE to give them an opportunity to act all heroic and cool when the narrative itself had constructed a (very good and nuanced) conflict in the first place, as a way to avoid actually addressing it and magically solving everything—the hostile yok huy faction being attacked by a giant bird right before worqor zormor (so that wuk lamat could save the day), and the rroneek reaver attacking the hhetsarro tribe (so that koana could save the day and also his own conflictual feelings about his cultural heritage out of NOWHERE). this is NOT how you do storytelling especially not when the seeds for inner/interpersonal conflict were right there??

everything gets resolved nicely, the cowboy town moneylander was actually nice and you dont have to pay him back riiiight now if you don't feel like it and he definitely doesnt charge interest rates (??) (sir how are you staying in business.). the exploitative bosses were not actually that bad and anyway everyone wants what's best for the company :) the decades-long war between the mamool ja and the xbr'aal was solved with one (1) feast and slavery was ended with one (1) round of negociations. don't worry about it 👍

like, you can't write a whole storyline about multicultural societies (especially YOUNG societies) without showing the uglier, more realistic aspects of it all; there has got to be tensions, more or less warranted by history, more or less addressed over the course of the story, you HAVE to have annoying, selfish, racist or conservative characters who don't get to change completely overtime—why are the yok huy genuinely and seemingly universally ashamed of their past as slavers and colonizers when it ended less than a century ago? that's not how it *WORKS*! why are the pelupelu genuinely good merchants and not even trying to establish a kind of capitalist mafia empire or something? why isnt there any CONFLICT??? WHY IS EVERYONE SO NICE ALL THE TIME!!!!! you can't have sappy well-intentioned speeches about the power of friendship when the worst set-back you've experienced is having to fight a giant bird that came out of nowhere, come ON

and don't get me started on gulool ja LMAO what the fuck is wrong with this kid why does he talk like a therapist while being (checks notes) like 8 and one of the most traumatized children in the entire game. COMMIT, damn it

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Eyes Dont Lie (Part 3)

Jason Todd X Fem!Reader

Eyes Dont Lie Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: English isn’t my first language so there will be errors; I haven’t read a dc comic so all my info comes from other fics and google so the characters may be OOC (tips to make them less OCC will be highly thankful for), I don’t know anything about golf so sorry if something is wrong lol.

I decided to change the format. Please do tell me if you all prefer Headcanons or something like this, and if you do, should I do the same for the earlier ones? I do hope y’all enjoy my meh writing, I'm open to constructive criticism.

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The decision to make himself stay occupied so he doesn’t think of the situation has bitten his ass in the end. Now he was desperate to see you and to explain how he didn’t have a relationship with Roy besides being friends and Lian being his niece.

It was a cold night in the streets of Bludhaven, Jason was currently cursing under his mask as he finished another mission, this one was to help Nightwing with some gangs that were causing trouble in Bludhaven and were starting to expand to Gotham.

Usually, he is good at multitasking, but he learned the bad way that thinking about you while doing something else was a big error. Some goons had managed to land some hits on him, but thankfully he got his shit together and finished the mission without major injuries. Still, he needs to fix all this mess of the perspective you have of his relationship status …and his current injuries. He thinks he has a bruised rib….

“Jay, why don’t you stay here?” He and Dick were already in Dick's apartment, where he stayed while they did the mission, but he was ready to leave for a variety of…reasons. One being that he can't take another phone call from his brother and his girlfriend.

“I'm not staying another second here” Jason grabs his bag, and a grunt escapes his lips. He knows Dick heard it, but it doesn’t stop him from grabbing his bike keys.

“I should call social services, that poor rib is pleading for help…or should I call the pretty teacher?” Jason lets go of the keys and turns to look at Dick, his rib crying because of the sharp turn. He still looks at him with a ‘you're crazy’ look. “Dude, it's really obvious that you like her. It's fascinating how you barely had a decent talk with her and you go already all dumb around her.”  Dick crosses his arms and smirks when Jason leaves his bag on the couch. An urge to wipe the smirk off his brother's face consumes Jason.

“I do not go all dumb around her.” Jason glares at Dick.

“You do”

“I don’t!”

“You do!”

And like every sibling, they fight on the living room rug until one, Dick, hits the other one, Jason, on the nose and panics when he sees a bit of blood coming down. “Don’t tell, Alfred.” He says without thinking, almost like muscle memory. “I'll give you my desert for a week”

“Three weeks”

“Two weeks”

“…deal” Jason wipes his nose with the back of his hand. Later in the night, they both sit side by side on the floor watching the TV, some run of an old cartoon they watched as kids while eating leftover pizza. “Is it really that obvious?” Jason side-eyes his brother.

“Well, no, but I'm your brother so I noticed it.” Dick shrugs. “Recently you have been careless in missions, up in your head most of the time, and since it began after Lian birthday party I just put one and one together.” Dick looks at Jason and sees him already looking at him. “What? Tim isn’t the only detective in the family”

Jason rolls his eyes. “So…how do i…” Jason clears his throat. “How do I show her I'm not in a…relationship?” Jason mumbles and when Dick starts laughing, he instantly regrets it. He should just have had google it.

“Oh man, I forgot that she thinks you're with Roy.” Dick laughs even more, and Jason punches his arm.

“Forget I asked you anything!” Jason goes to stand up and Dick pulls him back to sit.

“NO! NO! You already did. Sit down and let your big brother help you” Dick was having the time of his life with this. Jason wondered what he had done wrong in his life for him to have such an older brother.

 “Send her flowers, girls love that.” Jason nods, maybe the Dickhead can have a decent idea. “OH! The note can say: If being beautiful was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!” Dick avoids the pillow being thrown at him. “Or was your father an alien? Because there's nothing else like you on Earth”

“Please tell me you didn’t use that shit with Kori” Jason looks at him in disbelief as Dick just nods with a stupid smile on his face. Forget it, he is stupid.

By the next day, Jason was back in Gotham and vowed not to stay at Dick's place ever again. He was walking on Gotham streets to arrive at the destination in his GPS. He turns it off when he enters the door of the flower shop, Dick idea wasn’t that bad but no way he will let Dick know that. He walks around the shop scratching his head. Flowers were out of his knowledge, but he knew roses were not it. They are too cliché and overrated.

“Need any help, sir?” An emplyee approaches Jason noticing him glaring at the petunias.

Jason clears his throat. “Huh yeah… I want flowers for um..a friend” He looks at more flowers refusing to look at the employee. Maybe this was a bad idea, he shouldn’t have come, curse Dick and his stupid advice.

“A ‘friend’ of course, do you know what type of flower they like?” Jason shakes his head and the woman sighs. “Okay…favorite color?” Jason thinks a bit. “She doesn’t have one, she likes every color…currently the one on the top is…pink” Jason makes a mental note of buying Lian some chocolate ice cream for that bit of information.

“I can work with that” The employee walks around the shop grabbing flowers that Jason hasn’t seen in his life, less know the names of, but he has to admit they look pretty together in a bouquet. He pays for the flowers and leaves for Lian school.

Jason had managed to convince Roy to let him pick up Lian after what happened the last time he did. Roy didn’t buy the excuse Jason gave him, but hey? Who is he to say no to? It meant free time to go see the cute girl in the flower shop.

He cleans his hands against his jeans as he walks toward your classroom. Some parents were walking with their kids down the hall, so he wasn’t late this time. He knocked on the door before opening the classroom door and saw Lian playing with the kids that were still there, she seemed to be too engrossed in her game, so he decided to talk with you first. Jason’s watch could detect his abnormal heart rate the moment his eyes landed on you. You are at your desk looking at some papers a bit oblivious to his entrance, he notices the broken bell attached to the door, so he walks up closer to you with the bouquet in front of him. “Good evening, Miss (Y/N)” You look up at him and Jason can feel his cheeks heating up a bit, shit is he blushing?

“Oh, good evening, Mr. Todd” You smile at him, not mining the flowers since it was common for dads to sometimes pick up their kids with flowers. You find it cute since not even your parents have ever gifted you flowers. “Lian is currently playing Uno, so I don't think is wise to pick her up before the round ends so you free to wait”

“Great! I mean yeah, that's true.” Jason clears his throat an awkward silent moment between you two.

“Those are some pretty flowers, Lian will love them.” You try to erase the silent moment.

“They are for you” Jason mumbled and now he was certain that he was blushing, he hadn’t felt his cheeks and neck so hot before.

“For me?” You blink confused. Is he flirting? No way, he is in a relationship. Is he thanking you for coming to Lian birthday? Yeah, that seems more like it.

Even as you look confused at him, Jason can notice your eyes shining as he mentioned the flowers being for you and he finds it hella cute. He moves the flowers to your hands and beelines to Lian not caring for the Uno game. He grabs her and her things and leaves the classroom even faster than the corporate parents.

You remain at your desk, but now with a bouquet in your hands and a soft heating sensation on your cheeks. Later at the end of the day, you're discussing what happened with your friends

“I mean the thought of the flowers being a thank-you gift is out of the window.” One of your friends comments through the phone. “Parents don’t gift flowers to the teacher of their kids unless they want problems with their partners”

“Then the only reasonable explanation is that he wants to cheat on Roy with you.” The other one speaks up, not really helping to calm your thoughts.

“Or you got it wrong from the beginning and they aren’t together, and he just wants a piece of the pretty teacher” The last of your friends wiggles her eyebrows.

“Either way, do not break your brain on it. Just enjoy that you got some free pretty flowers” One of your friends noticed your uneasiness.

“Yeah, because that man you have is shit even at the bare minimum.” The other one mumbles thinking the phone won't pick it up earning a scold from the others.

You take it as a sign to leave the call and do it. Your friends are right, maybe you're overthinking it and just have to enjoy the flowers. So, you take them out of the bouquet and place them in a glass cup, maybe you'll buy a vase for them. After a relaxing bath and repassing your classes for the next day your boyfriend arrives.

“Hey, baby.” Your boyfriend says without even looking at you and turning on the TV. “You don’t mind me watching the game, right?” You don’t answer, he was already sitting on your graded papers, too focused on the guy holding the golf stick. You have been together for years now, some have even asked when the wedding was going to happen. A reasonable question after six years of dating the same person, but you hated the question. Maybe it was the look on his face when he said “soon” Is like he forgets that you know the signs he makes when he lies.

You look at him and for some reason, your eyes divert to the flowers, he doesn’t notice them even when they are beside the TV. A flash of a thought passes, maybe the reason is that you fear that he will pop on one knee and ask the big question…Do you actually want to marry him?

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i'm super shy. i'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time, and i wanna tell you but i'm super shy (part 1)

⋆❀ — includes: alhaitham, cyno, kaeya, wanderer x gn! reader, fem! reader with cyno [only mention of the word miss in cyno, im sorry i didn't find another word]

⋆❀ — summary: he can't seem to let your mind alone and you want to make a move but you are super shy

⋆❀ — content: fluff, gn! reader (mention of skirts, makeup, and lipgloss with wanderer) pinning, one-sided attraction, not really one-sided attraction, pet names (kaeya calls you angel) a lot of pinning (you are super shy dah) little embarrassment, in the end it works. protective master diluc, you work at angel's share and he is a good boss, kaeya and diluc banter, nilou bestie, she is a sweetheart and wants the best for you.

⋆❀ — a/n: i swear that this song doesn't let my mind alone, so I have to do it. every constructive criticism is accepted, and if you comment, it is appreciated. maybe tell me your favorite.

⋆❀ — part 1 | part 2 [diluc, heizou, thoma, xiao]

I'm super shy, super shy But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine I'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time I wanna tell you but I'm super shy, super shy

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚cyno

days at the akademiya always held a certain rhythm - classes, debates, conferences, homeworks, readings, and writings - you thought that you had become accustomed by now. but in the last days, it was all in the background, to a single presence that lingers in your head. him. you had only seen the general mahamatra in the corridors, but it seems like he was established in your mind all the time. you mulled over the idea of talking to him, but the simple idea made you nervous, the tought of being in front of him made you feel so shy.

walking through the crowded akademiya corridors, as you are headed to the exit, your path is intercepted. standing before you is the general mahamatra, and as your eyes meet his gaze, your toughts momentarily falter, your mind swirling with sensations, leaving you slightly disoriented. he begins to speak, but his words blend into a distant hum and you mind struggles to fully grasp the situation. Cyno looks at you, his intense eyes piercing you "miss?".

the realization that he's addressing you seems to catch you. He notices how your lips part slowly, and in a soft voice that betrays your nervousness, you utter, "i'm... sorry, can you... repeat that?", a low voice and a soft color that starts to warm your face. cyno observes you his eyes fierce and unwavering "don't worry, miss" but his voice is soft and almost calming "its and investigation, i just want to inquire you about a teacher and some peers of you" even his tone was soothing it was fill with autority.

cyno is looking at you with so much intensity. he observes you as you part your lips to respond, but as words dont come out, you quickly change to a nod. his perceptive gaze, noting how your eyes fall on him to quickly divert them to another place. "alright, miss, come with me." he gives you a last look, noticing your nervous and shy state. with silence, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the oficce.

the questions flow swiftly but cyno its observant on you, notices the stolen glances you cast in his direction, only to avert your eyes almost immediately, whether to the floor or an invisible point on the wall. to the slow, enchanting blink of your eyes and the gleam they hold. he catches the subtle parting of your lips and the way your breath catches wheen he addresses you as "miss" or by your name.

after that day, whatever he is at the akademiya, he can help but get his attention caught by you. by the way your gaze lingers on him as he stroddes through the corridors, the silly way your divert your eyes if he helps to catch you looking. and the occasionally sweet shy smiles you grace to him. he's far from oblivious to the attention you direct his way. he is intrigued. and now he knows now the nervousness in your first encounter it was not fear.

it was the end of the day, you gather your belongings, preparing to head out, as you make the way to the exit, someone interrups your steps, you gaze lifts and cyno is looking at you, his gaze intense and perceptive looking at you "miss". he looks at you as you start clutching the strap of your backpack, and your eyes shift downward, how you bite to lip before you talk "general mahamatra," voice softly almost timid "do you have more questions? need more information?" you voice lingers as he hums.

"just one question miss," his eyes fixated on your face, looking how you look at him quickly and shyly. "would you consider joining me for a dinner or a cup of coffee?. a warm smile graces the general lips as he observes your surprise, your lips slightly parting in a mixture of astonishment and words that seem to elude you, lost for words, you offer a nod of excitement. cute, its the word in his mind. as he take your arm delicately a playful glint shines in his eyes "shall we go for that coffee? perhaps we can brew something brew-tiful"

And I wanna go out with you Where you wanna go? Find a lil' spot, just sit and talk Looking pretty, follow me You and I side by side

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ wanderer

the first time you saw wanderer was just purely by chance, you had deviated from your usual path, seeking a break from your routine, and that's when you spotted him. it was just a single moment, just a single second, but time seemed to stand still, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. it was so absurd, a cliche, you didn't believe in love at first sign, so you chalked it up to just a passing crush.

yet the next day, you found yourself walking back on that same path, telling yourself it was a refreshing change. and there he was again. and perhaps there was something more to it. the path became your daily journey, and more often than not, he was there, and you couldn't deny how your heart would skip a beat when you saw him, how the little stolen glances turned into lingering gazes. you knew you should talk to him, say something but every time he was near there was a hold on you. it felt as if he had a unique power to invoke an overwhelming sense of shyness within you.

just as your shyness is hindering you from initiating a conversation, you better try to capture his attention. day after day, you put extra effort into your appearance, trying to look the most pretty that you can all in bid to catch his eye. you feel that you are making a fool of yourself, a more alluring perfume, lips glossy, eyelashes curled, and the clothes day by day a little more reaviling,

and even though you are not aware of it, wanderer is fully conscious of your attempts and intentions. he notices all the effor you put into trying to catch his attention; its rather pathetic, the extra care in your appearance, the skirts that seem to get shorter by the day, its laughable and entertaining. And oh, those shy, needy glances you made only add to the comedic effect to him. so he won't make it easy for you. he doesn't intervene, he doesn't acknowledge it, he wonders how much longer you can go if he tells the true he is a little facinated

as days pass by, you decide to make an attempt to initiate a conversation with him, maybe even invite him for or simply just say hi. but as you set out on your regular path, nothing seems right. you find yourself running behind schedule, the wind is wreaking havoc messing with your appearance, and the words you planed don't feel correct and are unwilling to stick with you. and as you spoot him your nervousness surges, causing you to reconsider your decision. plan b involves handing him a letter, yet as you get close, you repent and yearn to escape. even afraid you look up. wanderer looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion, making you look to the ground again.

as if he had reached his limit, wanderer lets out an exasperated sigh and strides toward you "what on teyvat are you up to?" his tone tinged with a blend of incredulity and amusement, you could feel you cheeks start to burn, looking for something for say but lost on words. caught between wanting to explain and wishing you could simply disappear.

he let out a chuckle. he begins to gatter al your things, finally he helps you back onto your feet, his touch gentle yet commanding, and you can't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in his presence. you seem almost afraid to look at him. he regards you with a mix of exhaustion and amusement "if you thought i hadn't noticed your efforts, you are more dumb that i tought" he remarks, his lips curving into a condescending smile.

but before you can respond, wanderer's hand catches your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. his words come with a sense of resignation. "agh, let's go," he says, his tone softened as he releases your chin. "I'll take you on that date you seem so desperate to have, whether you like it or not." his hand moves to grip your arm though gentle, his hold was firm to indicate that there is no turning back "I'll take you on that date you seem so desperate to have, whether you like it or not."

You don't even know my name, do ya? You don't even know my name, do ya-a? More than anyone You don't even know my name, do ya

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚kaeya

the nights at angel's share were typically bustling with activity. you moved gracefully around the bar, tending to customers with your usual warm smile. trays of drinks came and went, and your friendly, slightly flirtatious charm seemed to be a hit with most patrons. however, when it came to kaeya, everything changed. a nervous shyness seemed to envelop you whenever he entered the bar. you were well aware of his reputation; kaeya alberich, the charismatic cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, was known for his suave words and flirtatious mannerisms. and despite knowing, you found yourself falling for his charms.

and it seems that you can't help it. each time you have to interact with him, a mixture of weakness and uncertainty welled up within you. his confident demeanor, those alluring eyes, and the way he effortlessly commanded attention were truly captivating, Yet, amidst the flutter of your heart, a pang of doubt tugged at your thoughts. "You don't even know my name, do you?" you mused inwardly, yoy can evade the toughts, does he even know your name? Or does he see you merely as the waitress of the bar?

this night was not different, as you attend the patrons during the night, giving sweet smiles and small laughs, you found yourself occasionally stealing glances in kaeyas direction, and with each little look, your heart beat a little faster. it happened every time he orders a drink or engages in casual conversation. he was so alluring, the way he was leaning casually against the bar, his easy smile and his witty remarks, and you can help but offer him shy smiles as you attend him and fulfill his request.

"here you go, all ready, captain," you manage to say with a shy smile, placing his order on the counter and trying to avoid looking to his eyes. "thank you, dear," he responds, his voice smooth and appreciative. you take your leave but just as you are about to turn away, his voice reaches stooping you.

"wait, dear," he says, his voice soft and inviting, his gaze is fixed on you, and a playful glint sparks in his eyes as he continues, "care to take a little break and join me? how about we share a drink together? i promise i won't bite... much." your heart skips a beat at his invitation, you glance at him, momentarily lost of words. kaeya looks at you, his eyes with a glint of amusement and something more. you stutter a little in the beginning "umm i, you, amm captain kaeya" you start, voice soft and timid "i appreciate your offer, really, but im actually working right now. and master diluc would scold me if he found me sitting and drinking with a patron"

kaeya laught softly. he leaned casually against the bar, his posture relaxed, but his eyes held a mischievous glint. "Ah, master Diluc," he began, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm "always the responsabile one, isn't he?. he rolled his eyes dramatically, the corners of his lips tugging into an amused smile "but, you know, my dear, he can be quite buzkill sometimes" the casual banter between the brothers was know, and you couldn't help but chuckle at kaeya words.

however, as Kaeya's gaze settled on you, his expression softened, and the playful tone gave way to something more genuine. "but you know," he said, his voice quieter now, "i think even he can't argue with the fact that an angel like you deserves a little break now and then."

as you grasp his words, the air seems to shift around you, and your heartbeat quickened. "angel," you repeat softly in bewilderment, as if you were trying to grasp the meaning and understand why he would refer to you in that way. kaeya lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes holding yours as he leaned closer to you "yes, angel," he repetead softly "isn't that what you are?" you found yourself momentarily lost in his gaze "i come here quite often, and each time I see you," he continued, his voice like a whisper meant only for you, "you make even a rowdy tavern feel like a sanctuary, angel." and you couldn't help but be entranced by the way he looked at you,"an angel blessing us all here in angel's share," he concludes, in that moment all was a blur your eyes enchanted by his gaze

"kaeya i ask you kindly to please don't disturb my workers and let them do their job," dilucs voice broke the enchanting moment, his tone a mix of annoyance, warning, and command. kaeya's demeanor shifted as he looked at Diluc, a playful and innocent expression crossing his features. "oh, diluc, i'm just making sure my angel is fine," he quipped, his tone light and teasing. diluc's gaze narrowed with a touch of exasperation. "Kaeya, I think they are perfectly capable—" "everything is okay, master diluc," you interrupted, your voice soft and shy as you didn't quite know where to look amidst the sudden attention.

diluc's gaze softened, and he nodded once before turning his attention back to the bar. the brief exchange left you feeling flustered, your heart still racing from kaeya's earlier words. you dared to steal a glance at Kaeya, who was still watching you with that same playful twinkle in his eyes, and a gentle smile tugging at his lips. his voice carrying a sense of intimacy amidst the bustling bar. "it seems duty calls for now, my angel, but rest assured, I meant every word I said."

kaeyas tone softness as he continues "and i will be here making sure my angel is alright, umm? his words enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth. he leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that only you can hear amidst the ambient noise. "And you know, I'd love to get to know more about the angel who graces Angel's Share. Maybe over a drink sometime?"

I'm usually pretty talkative, what's wrong with me? I don't like that Something odd about you Yeah, you're special and you know it You're the top, babe

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ alhaitam

the grand bazar bustle as ever, the vibrant streets, and the cacophony of the shouts of the vendors, serves as a background echo of your mind as you strolled through it. your body tire from the theater and dance rehearsals, yet you mind keep wandering towards him. he had come to watch the play a few days ago, invited by nilou. it was exasperating that you couldn't pinpoint when you started feeling this way about him. he was just special. he was captivating, and those eyes—there was no logical explanation, just a simple truth: he was undeniably handsome, and a single glance from him was enough to make your heart skip.

you couldn't shake off the strange feeling. he held a grip on your subconscious. his presence lingered, even when he wasn't around. and butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the more thought of him. nilou would often nag you, pressuring you to take a step forward. she said that he should consider himself priviliged and fortounate that someone as charming, sociable, outgoing, beautiful and smart, as you had taken notice of him.

but she was mistaken. a lot. there was something unique about him. the grand scribe, with a commanding precense and an aura that carried a hint of severity and a touch of intimidation. yes there was just something about him.

so when you hear nilous voice calling you over and you approached her, the bustling surroundings seemed to fade into insignificance. he stands there by her side. his eyes, those turquoise eyes with a rubi vein, the world around you sems to fade as he holds your gaze. nilous words hung in the air. but your mind was preoccupied to comprehend alhaithams presence in front of you. as she introduce you, and talk more. the exchange between the two of them seeme distant and muffled, fading into the background, leaving you struggling to grasp the specifics of their conversation.

you catch brief things like your name, dance, books, and something about academic interest. she's talking about you. nilou is talking about you, and a spark of panic jolts you out of your daze "they have such an interesting view in dance and arts! things i wouldn't even tought, they say something about ummm. how it was? arts and dance as a place to human construction and projection, i think those were their words. they could talk to you more about it sometime! i find it much more fascinating than some things from the academy." nilou's words would have carried on, but the distant voice of mr. zubayr interrupted, "excuse me, I have some matters to attend to, but I'll leave you two. we'll talk later." as nilou excuse herself. alhaitham eyes linger on you, his gaze penetrating.

you turn your attention back to him. your gaze meeting his eyes. a moment of silence before he speaks, "so, dance as a platform for human construction and projection?, that's quite a unique topic? care to elaborate?. you feel a mixture of surprise and flustered nerves. why must he look at you with such intensity. normally, you're quite talkative, but his presence has an uncanny way of rendering you speechless. "it's not really a serious research topic," you begin, your voice coming out softer than you intended. you clear your throat and look at him, your eyes meeting his briefly before you quickly glance away, your cheeks warming with a faint blush. "it's just... something personal, not professional."

alhaitam's gaze remained fixed on you, his intense scrutiny seemingly dissecting every facet of your being. he had been aware of you before, the graceful dance of the zubyar theater, enchanting and lively almost like a fairy. while the world of the arts held not fascination to him you were quite intriguing by you. and he could see trough your so adorable reactions to him. his lip curled into a faint smile, a playful glint in his eyes that you seem to lost "personal, hmm" he muses, his voice carrying a teasing hint as he leans closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Those tend to be the most intriguing, don't they?" the warm of his breath sends you shiver and his proximity is leaving you breathless

as his gaze unravel your reactions, he cant help but admit, you are indeed quite a distraction - such a pretty distraction. "it's just, umm, i belive in dance as more than moment, is more of a expression for the human i think you respond, your words slightly stumbling in your nervousness "its just something im curious about..."

"curiosity is a valuable trait" he remarks and you eyes look at him "let's take this conversation to a more suitable setting," his voice resonating with a confident command. without waiting for your response, he gestures for you to follow him, as he starts walking, his confident demeanor makes it clear that he fully expects you to accompany him. so you follow him.

the silence between you as you walk is almost comfortable, his eyes stole little glances of you, a hint of amusementent in his eyes, as he seems to relish in your nervousness it's as if he finds solace in the fact that you're a bit flustered in his presence.

ost in your thoughts, you suddenly find yourself stumbling, a gasp escaping your lips, before you know it. his arms swoop in to catch you. your body instinctively presses against his, the warmth of his proximity seeping through your senses. "you're a bit clumsy for a dancer," his voice carrying a hint of amusement. your gaze meets his, a mixture of embarrassment and lovesickness in your eyes. and a subtle change in his eyes darkening "or perhaps it's just an excuse? A way to get closer to me?".

a mixture of embarrassment and something else coursing through your veins. "perhaps there's a hint of truth in that," you reply, a timid smile gracing your lips.

⋆❀ — a/n: this is the first part, or best say the stories of the first characters. weinting some of this was so dificult i am looking at you sumeru boys. in the new part i will doing xiao, heizou, thoma and diluc, i hope it's ready tomorrow or before.

[oda-cipresi]

For the first time in a long time, I decided to write something again. I apologize for any typos and grammar mistakes, but English is not my first language. I hope you guys like it! (also the ending is kinda rushed so I do apologise for that)

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated🫶

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: I dont think there are any. Maybe bruises?

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RZ!Michael Myers x GN!Reader

If somebody had told me that I'd be getting my working experience as a psychology student in Smith's Grove, under Dr. Samuel Loomis' wing, I would laugh at their face. But here I am, standing with Loomis in front of 6'9 mountian of man whose face is covered by an orange mask, not knowing whether I'm petrified or amazed by his sheer size.

"Mx. (L/N), this is Michael. You will be helping me around with him and take notes while doing so. This will be a great working experience, and I'm sure you will have little to no problem, considering your school did praise you and your knowledge." Loomis tells me. I can only nod, still in shock.

"Right..." I say in an unsure voice.

"Michael, this is (y/n) (l/n), a psychology student from (school). They will be here for some time to get their working experience." Loomis introduces me to Michael. Give a small wave and a smile. Michael stays silent, observing my every move, his stare feeling like he is looking at the deepest, darkest parts of my soul.

I shift from one leg to another, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. I glance at Loomis, "is he always staring so much?" I ask him, worried if there is something wrong, but he then reassures me that this is normal for his behaviour, especially with new people. I can only nod in response.

"This is a copy of his files and your schedule. You can go to the back where you can leave your stuff in a locker and meet me here in... let's say 15 minutes, okay?" Loomis explains to me and hands me a binder with Michael's files and my schedule. I nod and go to the lockers to leave my coat and other things that I won't need there.

Once I return, I gently knock on the door and enter. "Ah, (y/n), please take a seat here," Loomis tells me and points to the chair that is on the side of the table. I sit down, put my notes on the table, and start listening to their conversation (although it is pretty much one-sided), taking notes on Michael's body language and the questions Loomis asks him.

I take notes while observing the ever so stoic Michael Myers. The only part of him that moved was when he occasionally tilted his head while he was looking at me. As I took notes and the doctor continued to try to talk to Michael, I was startled when Michael slowly reached out his arm, his fingertips just gently touching my shoulder. I freeze and look at Loomis, panicking internally.

"Just stay calm, (y/n)," Loomis said while keeping an eye on Michael. I know that he couldn't do anything to me since he was still chained to the chair, but the unsettling feeling was still there.

Michael was still touching my shoulder and the material of my shirt. He looked like a curious child.

Loomis was calm and collected while I was panicking silently. Michael's hand slowly slid from my shoulder to my forearm, where he pulled on the sleeve and slowly pulled my arm closer to him. He observed my hand and arm, looking at every spot, every line, every scar, the way my jewellery decorated my wrist and fingers.

The doctor still looked calm and with a slight hit if worry in gus eyes. Michael was still studying my hand, looking at it closely. A chill ran down my spine.

Dr. Loomis suddenly chuckled softly, "He seems to like your hand," I look at him, "Really? What gave you that impression?" I say, slightly irritated that he isn't helping me. Michael's grip then tightens, and it's starting to hurt. I try to pull away, but his grip is too strong on my arm. "A little help here, maybe?" Loomis only chuckles and tells me to stay calm. "This is the first time in 15 years I ever saw Michael be this interested in someone this much."

Michael's grip is starting to hurt more and more. as his grip on my hand thightens, He is still looking at my hand up close, studying the patterns and imperfections. The pain is significantly increasing, and i feel like he is about to break my bone. Loomis finally decided to step in, "Michael, let go off of their arm," Michael doesn't listen to him and squeezes even more. I decided to hit the table with my other hand, which startled Michael and made him let go off of my arm, which gave me the chance to move my chair further away from him.

Dr. Loomis suddenly laughed loudly, his calm demeanour completely changing, "There we go! That's the reaction I wanted! He actually reacted to what you did!" I look at loomis and then at Michael, who was staring ahead, seemingly frozen. I then look at his arms, which are resting on the table, his muscles slightly twitching.

His body was responding in anger to the fact that I hit the table and made a loud noise. His eyes were filled with anger and some sort of...disappointment?

I looked at my arm and noticed a big bruise forming where he had squeezed my arm.

Loomis then looks at his watch and notices that it's already 17:45, "I think that would be enough for today... (y/n), dearie, could you grab me his harness(?) and help me put it on him and take him to his room?" I only nod and help him put the harness on Michael. I cuffed his wrists and fastened the harness while Loomis cuffed his ankles. While I was cuffing his wrists, Michael made a grunting sound of displeasure, still angy at my actions. I flinch at the sound and look at him, his piercing blue eyes burning into my soul.

Once Loomis and I put the harness on Michael, we took him to his room. He was walking very slowly, stumbling slightly once in a while due to the chains around his ankles. While we were walking, Michael still had his glare set on me, looking at my every move. We finally got to his cell and took off the harness. I looked around his room and saw masks upon masks filling uo the walls and table. I go to pick one up, but Loomis stops me, saying that he doesn't like it when people touch them. Me and Loomis then walk out of his cell and lock it behind us. Michael was standing directly in front of the door, glaring at me through the tiny window thats on them. I can feel a shiver going through my body, and I finally walk away, feeling confused about this whole situation.

[onlyjaeyun]

alright, i'm gonna address this ask once and then just not respond to anything else, even the asks supporting me bc im a little exhausted and on the verge of losing motivation so i dont wanna trigger it by going back and forth with people. yet this does not mean i dont deeply appreciate everyone's sweet messages. means the world to me to know you all have my back like this, so thank you so much 🤍

once and for all: this is fiction. fiction, meant for adults hence the MDNI/18+ in my bio, basically plastered all over my blog.

every character ive created so far is just that. a character. and i need some of you guys to understand that this is what (fan)fiction is about. the smoking, the family trauma, the lack of self awareness, their sexual activities and coping mechanisms, everything regarding and about my characters was created by me and most of the time intentionally.

one thing that also needs to be clear is that you can't just run around policing grown people in their asks talking about such significant issues and throwing around accusations like that because not only is it deeply offensive but it's also very, very dangerous. you misunderstood my post and assumed i'd use sex and sexual intimacy to have him make up for his wrongdoings when that is NOT what i said at all. just please be careful the next time because i understand where you came from but i did not deserve that.

what i also wanna address is the part with me having "impressionable readers" because this is very important to me as a smut writer.

i have set clear boundaries that i do not want any minors on my blog, point blank. now, we all know they're still around. is that my responsibility? no. am i supposed to give a fuck about people who are apparently old enough to consciously read trigger/content warnings and continue to read my work? fuck no. is it my job to educate those impressionable people that they shouldn't read smth if they can't differentiate fiction from reality. NO.

that's all im gonna say to this because yes, there are impressionable readers out there but that is NOT my responsibility.

im tired of people constantly policing me and the things i write when im a grown woman who knows exactly what she's doing. if you hate CH!sunghoon so much and are so uncomfortable with his progress, then don't read it.

saying this for everyone yet again:

if you do NOT like a writer's work, you do NOT have to READ it.

this is tumblr. i write things for FUN. i publish them for you guys to read for FREE. i dont owe anybody shit. im so, so sorry if this makes some of you angry or upset now but at the end of the day it's the truth. this is my blog and my writing and i will do whatever the fuck i want and unfortunately you have no choice but to live with it.

i appreciate constructive criticism but i will not and never in the future let anyone be so mean to me and accuse me of things when you usually just see and read and hear what you want and make up your own version of the story when it's so, so far away from the truth.

pls do not attack the nonie bc i know this is the result of a misunderstanding but it was a good opportunity for me to address the whole impressionable reader situation.

if you can't differentiate fiction from reality that's your problem, stop making it mine.

thank you so much for everything, nothing but love 🧸🩷🎀

[aurumalatus]

I may be a bittt late on this but coming from the ”idk kinich lore but still read turnfire” anon i COMPLETELY AGREE on the fanfic author engagments bit you wrote, and thats coming from one of those people who is entirely js a reader.

A big reason i even sent that Ask in the first place was bc i was like “wow this is a rlly funny thing that happened to me involving this writer and i think id be funny if they knew that” bc i hadnt rlly interacted with u that much aside from likes before. But i do recognize why some people may be cautious to give actual feedback to someones writing aside from those thumbs up you mentioned, bc a lot of authors dont rlly mention that they want feedback, obviously the engage ment bit (reblogs, comments, etc) are a given that should be given to works you enjoy, but a lot of readers that arent writers are cautious of giving feedback in fear of it getting taken as just critizing them. Not saying that there arent people just giving random advice for no reason ofc but coming from the readers pov its understandable why they may be hestitant to interact when ive seen so many people send genuinely kind heartes messages and get flamed for it or it being responded while hostility. Obviously this doesnt apply to everyone but it seems to be apart of the reason why people may be hesitant to give actual feedback on a work that isnt js “👍”

Mb im rambling thats js my 2￠ and not everyones ganna agree with what i said ofc bc this isnt some universial truth but js my thoughts on it

i can definitely see both sides, which is why i was very specific in saying it’s not my PERSONAL issue, rather something i see in others a lot.

and honestly anon, i’m gonna hit you with another hot take lol. i think it’s okay for writers to only want positive feedback. like, i think it’s okay for people to just post their shit and not want criticism, even constructive criticism. i think it’s okay for people to just want to hear “i love this fic and i’d love to see it continue” or “i loved the part where you wrote xyz”. because at the end of the day, we are fanfic writers. this isn’t our day job. it’s a hobby. i think it’s okay to only want to associate positive feelings with your hobby. i know thats a VERY hot take for some people though

and again, i know some fanfic writers ask for it, which is also fine as it is their preference! i just think for me personally, i want to leave writers to do what they want, and if its not for me, i’ll just simply not read.

like, i also write on ao3. and i’ve seen people bookmark my fics before giving like RATINGS like literally “4/10. this fic wasn’t good idk why it has so many hits” and like!! as a writer that doesn’t feel good lol!!! do i think they aren’t allowed to think negative things about my fic? ofc not. do i think they could keep it to themselves? yes!

i think the real problem for me is the silent readers who don’t ever express anything about a fic except a like, and then when that fic stops updating/gets discontinued, they suddenly come out in FULL FORCE. like use that passion while it’s still ongoing girl!! help them keep it going!!! don’t wait until it’s gone 😭

[ask-unpleasant]

hey chat sorry for the month of inactivity. i was unmotivated to do anything with this blog

but then i looked at some of the art on here and realized that i just lost my love for the character designs. so you know how we're gonna fix that? we're redesigning some characters bayybeeee 😈

starting with the man the myth the legend, here is UNPLEZZIE 2.0

he's probably the only one i had genuine problems with other than not being very aesthetically pleasing. he seemed too boring, his proportions were always a bit wonky, and the way he became more and more simple the more i drew him dumbed him down to just...awkward.

for this redesign, i kept all the features that made him my unpleasant. the only really signature thing i changed was his hair, sorry not sorry he had to fire his barber. i changed his scars to be far less opaque as to not clutter him up (which was the main reason i left them out most of the time), the only drawback is that i'm no longer just scribbling them in with a brush, they're actual geometry, so i cut back on the arms just for my own sake. also his tail now looks (and acts) like an actual docked tail.

next is the QSWX GVCTXMG AMXLSYX VIEPPC FIMRK GVCTXMG GLEVEGXIV SJ XLI CIEV, here is CREEPY 2.0

creepy was probably my least favorite character to draw. its head shape with the hair that always ends off screen, the 4 arms, the lack of any real way to move visible, it has always been a mess of a character. don't get me wrong, creepy is my second favorite character to write for (beaten only by neuro), i love its personality and its inflection, i just never got the chance to show that because i hated drawing it so much.

so for the redesign, i've basically reimagined it. its face hair now has an actual definitive ending, it has a more unique shape, and is just much more expunged-friendly in my opinion. it looks even more like its mom now...

next is this one, i thought she was american. here's PARANORMAL 2.0

i'm gonna be totally honest i have no idea what i was doing when designing para for the first time. that outfit was 100% subconsciously stolen from some other character i can't think of right now. it also really just didn't fit her character at all. also i dont know why i gave her boobs???? what????

anyways for the redesign she's basically a whole new design now. i wanted to play with some shape language. also, para always had a sort of inhuman quality to me, despite her personality, so i've given her inverted eyes and some animalistic features. i guess it adds irony or something, i dunno.

and finally, the moment GERIATRIC CAT you've all been waiting for, UNNERVING 2.0

in truth nervy's design is my favorite. the only gripe i had is the lack of legs, like with creepy. also i had to give her one of the same pride flag ass gradient as the rest so she'd fit in with the rest. other than all that i love her she is perfect just the way she is with minor adjustments

that's all the redesigns done!! i only did these 4 because stabby is not mine to redesign and NEURO is perfect just the way it is. feel free to give me any constructive criticism for these redesigns, i can always tweak em a bit. also the more stripy gradients wont a pattern that follows the contours of the body but rather just unmoving plaid always. i hope this lengthy yap sesh contributed something to something, maybe gave some insight into my characters.

and if you got this far i put a public discord server link in the intro post. you dont gotta ask anymore. dont tell anyone....shhh....*lovingly puts my finger on your lips* *smirks* *bolts away* *gets hit by truck* *instantly fatal*

[androcola]

"i dont understand why you think there are rules to writing" *proceeds to give rules for writing*. lmao dumb fuck.

i actually truly despise to be "that" person, like i would never invoke this in any other context but like. i took the ACT in high school 5 times and there was not a single time i did not get a 36 (highest score) on the English/grammar section. i retook it again last year for fun and once again got a 100% score. anyways all this to say that i know "'"proper""" grammar more than any motherfucker here. and i can tell u for a fact ur fic was good in that aspect. the few grammar "mistakes" you made were actually completely ignorable. if someone found it distracting to the point of sending you anon hate, it is something they were purposefully looking for in order to get mad at. they decided to go hate on you and then went looking for justification for that hate in your work.

also the whole "crazy that theres ppl coming out of the woodworks to praise you" umm who? fic writers r like, historically underrated in fandom. who is coming out of the woodworks? like ur straight up seeking out artists whose work is specifically underrated and then bullying those artists? hello? the fuck lol. this alone proves theyre just using buzzwords that they think will upset you lol.

anyways please keep writing bc ur work is genuinely really warm and unique and i really love the humanity you give your characters. and i love seeing how you expand on them and create new little things to heighten them. your work really adds to how i think about them in my mind as well because it is just so fitting. please do not think this person's words matter one bit and please continue with your stuff, both your writing and your visual art. because its actually really wonderful and i do mean that genuinely.

YAY NICIES !!!!! honestly like I don't have any aspirations to become a full time writer or make my online presence to be a writer. I am literally Such a casual writer so obviously I'm not gonna be a grammar genius. I probably could've taken them more seriously if they weren't also throwing Personal insults at me. that just goes to show that they weren't here to constructively criticize, they were here just to tear me down. calling me stupid and saying that no one likes me kinda has nothing to do with my writing at all so idk what the point of all that was. id really really love for them to come off anon and show me their whole portfolio since they have the audacity

[sku-nk]

For someone who runs a blog dedicated to writing fanfics, you're writing isn't the best. You only bother with punctuation and proper grammar when you're writing, but it should be all the time. "Not even tripping lol," you said. That's no way for an author to speak.

The first thing you wrote was promising, and I was excited for an addition to the few Sam Carpenter writers we have. It was decent, though I couldn't get much of Sam's personality from it. The next two fanfictions you wrote let me down. (one simply because I don't care for Tara much) Perhaps that's why I prefer it to you're lastest, in which you do write Sam with more personality.

My main issue with it is that you give Sam a casual, boyfriend-ish sort of vibe. That's nothing like they way she'd behave. I have hope that whatever you post next is up to par, though that hope is fading as I type.

-An unsatisfied reader who hopes to educate you with their constructive criticism

alright so first read through i can already see an error in your spelling. youre using the incorrect your/you're (which in this case would correctly be 'your'). this docks about ten points from your overall grade. it's a common mistake, but for someone sending a hate message about my grammar you should know better.

continuing my read it all looks relatively decent (aside from the fact that youre completely ignorant to some people preferring to text and chat like they speak) until i get to your silly little side note about disliking tara, which you make using parentheses. when you end a sentence with anything in parentheses, the correct move would be to put the period after it. on top of that, you continue to use the incorrect your/you're. minus ten points for each.

i noticed that in the last paragraph, you wrote 'they' instead of 'the'. minus ten.

your signature does need a bit more work, its not nearly as legible as it should be. it seems like it says something it obviously doesnt. it looks as though it says 'An unsatisfied reader who hopes to educate you with their constructive criticism.' we both know thats untrue, though, and it should read, 'A coward hiding under the anonymous button hoping to disguise their hate as constructive criticism.' that takes away about 25 points since your name is the bare minimum and you fucked that up.

your hate message gets an overall grade of 35%

-skunk, who urges you to get a fucking life and write your own shit if you dont like it

[maxxzon]

hi! if you come across this post, ignore my user. i made it a long time ago, and it of course will not change.

short story of this: its clogging the tags, very sorry, but i’m asking if people can give constructed prompts because i write, but never finish.

i dont post my writings because i make hiccups and i’m insecure about them, but i might try to start on ao3 so i can get constructive criticism. i really need it. i have 253 unfinished stories in my notes and i need motivation to want to do them and not feel like i’m rambling on.

my asking is if you’ve read this far, give me prompts to write! i like writing wolfstar a lot, and i’d like to expand my writing out to other ships and characters. ive done many wolfstar raises harry because they are the only characters i read and have picked up on trait wise.

thanks! i will write anything. angst, to fluff, to smut. if you suggest a smut prompt please dont go unhygienic or violent 😭

[aalikane88]

So im in search of a couple of fic readers to review a story for me. This fic is wildly outside of my comfort zone (in terms of writing, its just up wheelhouse in terms of reading 😉) and im a little concerned it might not be received well because of the subject matter.

This is a CheNonoFord fic in the rookie fandom. (Lucy/Tim/Noah Foster). Its d/s. (Dom, switch, and sub) and involves pushing someone through a trauma to try and help them. The fic mentions rape, but not in explicit detail (though the consensual sex is), human trafficking, and the rape and murder of children. They are brought up repeatedly throughout the fic, but its never described or shown beyond a simple retelling of events (one paragraph). Every rape/murder happens before the story even begins and theres no flashbacks and none of the main characters carried out the atrocities.

Im looking for someone who will not judge, but will give constructive criticism afterwards because like i said, this is like nothing ive ever written before and im a little concerned how it might be received. Basically i need a confidence boost that its not as bad (plot and writing) as im afraid others might think. Without it, this might never see the light of day.

If it was any other fandom, id likely not be as concerned, but the rookie is different in that theres a much smaller percentage of Dead dove style fics in this fandom than any others ive been in and ive seen some drama because a fandom newbie read something they didnt like and started calling fic writers sick and twisted names and insults because they dont know the first rule of fanfic is: dont like dont read. If you have experience in some of the less lawful good fandoms, even better.

If the premise intrigues you and youd like to see an advance copy of the book and are willing to give constructive criticism and wont judge... please message me.

I should have a rough draft ready by the end of the weekend. It will probably be about 20k+ words.

Please, thank you, and happy reading.

[butterrdream]

I'm sorry but I just can't get behind the way you write Reborn. He feels OOC and I cant picture him in any of the posts you have shared. most of your characters dont fit well into the series and I cant picture them having the relationships with the canon characters that you described. Pls don't be offended this is constructive criticism. I would suggest adjusting how they are written. Try working off some tropes and adding more to your characters to give them more edge. for example I cant picture Reborn falling for a kind gentle girl like Apple. He should be with someone a little more badass imo again pls don't be offended this is just some feedback to help you improve your story

Hello!

I am going to answer this under the assumption that you genuinely mean well and sent this with good intentions. However, please know for future reference most people would not take kindly to receiving constructive criticism unprompted. While I personally am always open to feedback, giving feedback and constructive critique comes with specific etiquette. A lot of which I feel were ignored when this ask was sent. So please do keep that in mind for the future especially if you are to message any others.

Onto the ask itself. Please know if at anytime you don't like what I am writing, or you don't agree with it you are free to unfollow or even block me! I promise you no one is holding you down forcing you to see my content! Therefor it is totally fine if you don't agree with the way I write Reborn and it doesn't appeal to you! If you would like to come back and talk about specifically what it is you don't agree with I am always open to that (I just like talking about Reborn hehe) as long as you're okay with a proper back and forth. As for the parts specifically regarding my OCs. Please know that currently what you're seeing is only about 1/4th of their full story. Even less than that actually. That is why I kindly ask you hold off any strong judgments or assumptions about them until more information about them is revealed (and if you decide you still don't like them after that's totally fine! /gen). As such I am also not currently looking for advice on how to change them as I am quite satisfied with how most of their development and story arcs go.

The last thing I'll address is your comment saying "I cant picture Reborn falling for a kind gentle girl like Apple". You are 100% allowed to have your own opinion however, I completely disagree with this. We are shown constantly Reborn being fond of kinder people (Nana, Yuni, and Kyoko are just a few examples). Reborn even goes out of his way to remind Tsuna to never lose that kindness and good heart he has no matter what he is forced to overcome in the future. It is an undeniable canon fact that kindness is a trait Reborn very much respects and treasures. This is not even to say it applies to Apple specifically. It's just that as a statement Reborn not being able to fall for someone who is kind or gentle is something I disagree with. You're free to disagree or think otherwise but, seeing what we see in canon from Reborn and his relationship with others, that is simply not even a thought I can entertain. Again, if you don't like my ship or the way I write it you are free to unfollow or even create your own! However, I will not be changing the way I write mine and their current dynamic to become more appealing to others. I am quite satisfied with the way it currently is and how it develops.

This is all I will say on this matter for now. Again anon please do keep what I said in mind before you send anymore asks like these.

[buildingblockstwintelepathy]

To young writers... Like Me!

I get it. It can be hard to keep writing sometimes. But I have some tips to keep you going!

Create reminders on your phone or other electronic device to help you remember to write

Only write if you find it fun. If you are my age, you probably dont need a job yet, and if you do, writing isnt going to make you money as fast as you will want it to. Remember to always have fun with your writing

Create a storyline or plot that interests you. For Pete's sake, people! You dont have to write about something you dont want to, even if everyone else in the world tells you that you should. Likely, there are a few people who will read your book, become obsessed with it, and tell others!

Don't stress. This may seem like a 'what do you even mean by that?' Statment, but writing sounds so much better when you aren't stressing while you write. Let the words come from your heart and brain. Don't listen to the clock (until its bedtime, of course!) Or your calendar. And don't let your friends worry you.

Listen to constructive criticism. This, however, does not mean to let people bother you and tell you that your work is horrible. Every piece of writing is special in it's own way, and even if it sounds stupid to you, it might be really funny for someone else. Give your writing a chance. Which leads me into my next topic...

Never give up. I know that this may not seem very helpful, but they are the words that have been keeping me going. I hope that they can keep you going too.

I hope this post was helpful! Remember, Never give up.