#i really really really appreciate it but i can't focus on anything else 😭😭😭

[midnight--sadness]

the waist™ 👀 i'm sick of him 🙄😤

[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 she ignored my letter!

pairing: james potter x f!reader

➥ In which, James writes you a love letter and hides it into your luggage carrying your clothes, not knowing he put it in a pocket you never open.

Warnings: angst, fluff, james pov, this inspired by awae (aka the best show ever)

a/n: heyyy... i had sm fun writing this, can't wait to write the rest of this bc i literally LOVE anne with an e and this is inspired by it ofc!!!! anyways, im barely writing now..smh, its cause im reading manacled and its literally heart breaking... im also editing on ae and its so hard so im slowly learning😭 but i want to finish this mini series by next week!!

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James had liked you for a while now. He wasn’t quite sure when it started—maybe it was the way you laughed at his jokes, always the loudest in the room. Or perhaps it was when he’d catch you staring at him, your gaze lingering just a bit too long, thinking he was too distracted to notice.

With the Christmas holidays fast approaching, James knew he had to make a move. He had to let you know how he felt. If you didn’t feel the same, maybe the time apart over the holiday would make it less awkward. But he couldn’t let another term slip by in silence.

Knowing your love for all things old-fashioned, James decided there was no better way to confess his feelings than through a handwritten letter. It felt personal, genuine—something you’d appreciate. But writing it turned out to be harder than he imagined.

He’d written and discarded at least a dozen drafts, each one crumpled and tossed aside in frustration. Finally, after half an hour of agonizing over the perfect words, he settled on this version. It was short, straightforward, and sincere:

Dear, (Y/N)

I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete idiot. I’ve tried a hundred times, and every single attempt has been worse than the last. So here’s the truth—I’m hopelessly in love with you.

You’ve probably guessed I’m not great at being subtle. But what I’ve never been able to say outright is how much you mean to me. The way you laugh, the way your nose scrunches when you’re concentrating—Merlin, you make it impossible to focus on anything else. I want you to know that you’ve made me braver, happier, better. If you don’t feel the same, that’s okay—I just needed to get this off my chest.

Yours, James

He sighed deeply, folding the letter carefully before slipping it into an envelope. Your name was written on the front in his slightly shaky handwriting. Taking a steadying breath, he tucked it into the inside pocket of his robes. He’d leave it somewhere you’d find it tomorrow, just before you both left for the holidays.

As he lay awake that night, James tried to figure out the best way to deliver the letter. Should he hand it to you directly? No, that was too nerve-wracking—he’d probably end up babbling like an idiot. Maybe he could slip it into your bag and avoid the risk of witnessing your reaction.

The morning was crisp, the kind of cold that painted your cheeks red and sent little clouds of breath swirling in the air. On the platform, the train sat waiting, puffing out plumes of steam that mingled with the frosty air. It was alive with the sound of students saying goodbye and dragging their luggage over the cobblestones.

James walked beside you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was doing his best to appear casual, though every step he took felt heavier with the weight of the letter in his robe.

“Let me take that for you,” he blurted suddenly, nodding toward your luggage.

You blinked, surprised by the offer, but your lips curved into a warm smile. “Oh, thanks, James. That’s really sweet of you.”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but his ears turned a telltale shade of pink at your words. “What kind of bloke would I be if I didn’t help you out?” he mumbled, his voice tinged with nervous humor.

The two of you chatted as you strolled toward the train. You told him about your plans for the holidays—how you were excited to see your family, how your mum always made far too much food, and how you couldn’t wait to decorate the tree. James listened intently, nodding and laughing at all the right moments, even as his mind raced ahead to the task at hand.

Then, his opportunity came.

You turned away for a brief moment, waving at one of your friends across the platform. James acted quickly, pulling the envelope from his pocket and slipping it into the outermost compartment of your bag. His fingers brushed the fabric for only a second, but it felt like an eternity.

His heart was hammering so loudly he was certain it could be heard over the clamor of the platform. He straightened up just as you turned back to him, completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

“Thanks again for carrying that,” you said with a smile, your eyes meeting his.

James gave a small, lopsided grin and shifted your bag on his shoulder. “Anytime,” he replied, his voice steady despite the storm of nerves swirling inside him.

As the train’s whistle blew, signaling it was time to board, James knew there was no turning back now. All he could do was wait—and hope that when you found the letter, you’d read it and understand the words that had taken him so long to say.

It had been days since you’d left for the holidays, and James still hadn’t heard from you. Each passing day only worsened the sinking feeling in his chest.

Did you not feel the same? Did you hate him for ruining the friendship? Or worse, were you so disgusted by his confession that you couldn’t even bear to send him a letter saying so?

By Christmas morning, the knot of worry in James’s stomach had become unbearable. He’d stopped pacing and pretending not to care. He spent the early hours staring at the window, waiting for an owl that seemed as though it would never come.

But then, just as the first rays of sunlight streamed through his frosted window, he saw it—a familiar owl perched outside, clutching a small envelope in its talons. His heart leapt with a desperate flicker of hope. Maybe you’d only just found the letter. Maybe you’d taken your time because you wanted to write something perfect.

James hurried to open the window, shivering as the cold air rushed in. The owl extended its leg, allowing him to untie the letter. “Thanks, mate,” James murmured, absently offering the owl a treat before it flew off into the winter sky.

His fingers trembled as he opened the envelope, eager to see your handwriting. But his heart sank the moment he read the first line.

“Happy Christmas, James!”

No mention of his letter. No response to his confession. Just a short, cheerful note wishing him a wonderful holiday and apologizing for not writing sooner. You explained that things had been hectic at home and promised to catch up with him soon.

James felt his chest tighten, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The hope he’d been clinging to was slipping through his fingers.

You’d ignored his letter.

You’d chosen to act as though he’d never written it at all, as if he’d never poured his heart out on that piece of parchment.

James scoffed, his grip on the letter tightening. Fine, he thought bitterly. If you were going to pretend his confession didn’t exist, he could do the same.

He shoved the letter onto his desk, glaring at it as if it were the source of his frustration. Deep down, though, he knew the truth: he didn’t want to ignore you. He wanted to write back, to ask if you’d found the letter, to make sure you weren’t upset with him.

But pride was a stubborn thing, and James Potter wasn’t about to let his vulnerability show again—not now.

As the snow fell softly outside his window, James sat in silence, staring at the letter and wondering if he’d made a mistake by ever writing to you in the first place.

When it was time to return to Hogwarts, James made no effort to find you. Normally, he’d scan the platform, pretending it was a coincidence whenever his eyes landed on you. This time, he couldn’t bring himself to look.

He saw you anyway, just briefly—standing near your family, your face lit up with that familiar smile. His heart leaped in his chest, and his legs almost betrayed him, ready to stride over and say something, anything. But he stopped himself.

Instead, James turned sharply, mumbling a quick goodbye to his parents before heading onto the train. He didn’t want to see you—not now.

The walk through the train felt heavier than usual. He knew exactly where his friends would be—the same compartment they’d claimed since their first year—but it felt like an eternity to get there. When he finally slid open the door, the familiar faces of Sirius, Remus, and Peter greeted him.

“Oi, Prongs!” Sirius called cheerfully, but his grin faltered when James slumped onto the seat next to Peter with a loud huff.

James leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. He could feel Sirius’s gaze on him, curious and probing.

“What’s got your wand in a knot?” Sirius asked, unable to resist.

“Don’t.” James’s voice was sharp, firm. It was rare for him to be in a foul mood, let alone snappish.

Sirius raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I won’t say a word.”

The tension in the compartment was palpable. The train rattled on, and the usual chatter of the four friends was noticeably absent. Sirius kept stealing glances at James, who sat brooding, arms crossed. Peter fidgeted nervously, while Remus flipped through a book, clearly uncomfortable with the silence.

Finally, about an hour into the ride, James broke.

“She ignored my letter.” His voice was low, bitter, but it shattered the quiet like a hex.

The others exchanged looks before Peter spoke hesitantly. “She really ignored it?”

“Yes, Peter,” James snapped, his tone sharp enough to make Peter flinch. Realizing what he’d done, James sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” Peter mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Maybe she didn’t see it,” Remus offered, his tone calm and rational. “What if it got lost in her luggage? Or someone else found it and hid it? Maybe you gave her another piece of parchment? There’s always a chance—”

“Moony, no.” James cut him off, his voice strained. “I double-checked. It was the right letter, in the right spot. And who doesn’t check their trunk full of clothes over the holiday?”

“Maybe she doesn’t,” Sirius said with a shrug, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, women can be unpredictable. Maybe she’s got a secret stash for random letters in her trunk.”

“No, she checks,” James said with certainty. “I’ve slipped plenty of things into her luggage before, and she’s always found them. She just doesn’t fancy me back.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, but he forced a small, bitter smile. “And it’s fine. I’ll get over it. I always do, right?”

The compartment fell silent again, the weight of James’s words sinking in.

Sirius leaned forward, a flicker of frustration in his eyes. “It’s not fine, James. If she didn’t fancy you back, that’s one thing. But ignoring you? That’s—”

“Don’t,” James interrupted quietly, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Don’t make it worse, Padfoot.”

Sirius bit back a retort and leaned back in his seat, muttering under his breath.

The rest of the ride passed more comfortably, but the shadow of James’s disappointment lingered. His friends cracked jokes and told stories, trying to lift his spirits, but even when he laughed, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Deep down, James wondered if he’d ever stop wishing that you’d read his letter and felt the same way.

Hours later, everyone had gathered in the Great Hall. The enchanted ceiling reflected the dusky evening sky, and the buzz of students catching up after the holiday filled the room. Normally, James would sit with Sirius to his left, you to his right, and Remus and Peter across from him. It was a familiar arrangement, one you’d fallen into without question.

But tonight, James broke the routine.

He subtly nudged Peter into the spot on his right before sitting down, leaving the space where you’d usually sit conspicuously empty.

You walked in a moment later, scanning the Gryffindor table until you spotted your usual group. But when you approached, your steps faltered. Peter sat where you always did, looking apologetic but saying nothing.

Your eyes darted to James, silently questioning him, but he avoided your gaze, his attention fixed stubbornly on his plate.

Confused, you looked to Remus for an explanation. Out of all the Marauders, he was the one you trusted most to give you a straight answer. But Remus only shrugged, his expression carefully neutral, though the twitch at the corner of his mouth hinted at discomfort.

You scoffed, your chest tightening. First, James ignored you all through the holiday, and now he didn’t even want to sit near you? Fine. If he wanted to sulk like a child, you weren’t going to beg for his attention.

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked further down the table, sliding into a seat beside your other group of friends. You forced yourself to laugh at their jokes and join in their chatter, but your mind kept wandering back to James.

At the Gryffindor table, James’s eyes flicked toward you more often than he’d admit. Every time he saw you laughing with your friends, his stomach twisted.

“Why is she acting like I’m the one in the wrong?” James muttered under his breath, jabbing at a piece of roast potato with his fork.

“Maybe because you’re acting like a prat?” Sirius replied, his tone laced with amusement as he leaned closer.

James shot him a glare.

“Look, Prongs,” Sirius continued, dropping the teasing. “She doesn’t know what’s going on. You didn’t even give her a chance to explain, and now you’re sulking like a first-year who lost his chocolate frog cards.”

“Explain what? She ignored my letter, Padfoot. What’s there to explain?” James hissed, though his tone lacked its usual conviction.

Remus sighed, setting down his goblet. “Did it ever cross your mind that maybe she doesn’t even know what letter you’re talking about?”

James froze, his fork hovering mid-air.

“Just talk to her, mate,” Sirius said, giving James a nudge. “Or don’t. But if you keep this up, you’re only making it worse—for both of you.”

James huffed, slumping back in his seat. The truth was, he didn’t know if he had it in him to face you just yet.

From across the hall, you caught the way James’s shoulders sagged, and for a brief moment, you considered walking over. But pride held you in place. If James wanted to act like this, fine. Two could play that game.

You and James hadn’t spoken in what felt like weeks. The once effortless connection you shared had been replaced with an awkward silence that weighed heavily on you. It wasn’t just James—it felt like the whole group of Marauders had grown distant, their usual antics and inside jokes missing their spark when you were around.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d done something to upset him. But what? You racked your brain for answers, replaying every interaction from the past few months. James had always been one of your closest friends—why was he acting so strange?

Charms class was the hardest part of it all. You always sat beside James, sharing notes, exchanging whispers, and stifling laughs when Professor Flitwick wasn’t looking. Now, you sat in the same spot, the chair next to you glaringly empty.

You tried to focus on the professor’s instructions, but your thoughts were louder than his voice. Scribbling aimlessly in your notebook, you hardly noticed when someone approached your desk.

“Are you alright?”

Startled, you looked up to see a boy with a blue-and-bronze tie standing beside you. His face was vaguely familiar—you’d seen him around in class but had never spoken to him.

“Yeah—yes, I’m fine,” you stammered, blinking in confusion. Why was he talking to you?

He gave a polite, slightly amused smile. “Well, can you move your stuff? I’m sitting here now. We’re partners for the project.”

“Oh!” Heat rose to your cheeks as you hurriedly shoved your books to one side. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize.”

“No worries,” he said, settling into the chair beside you. “I figured you weren’t paying attention—no offense. But I was, so I’ll explain what Professor Flitwick said.”

You managed a small smile, relieved by his casual tone. “Thanks. That’s… helpful.”

While he began outlining the project details, your focus wavered, glancing at James out of the corner of your eye. He was across the room, seated next to a loud and enthusiastic partner who seemed to be trying desperately to get his attention. But James wasn’t listening.

His gaze was fixed on you.

There was a flicker of something in his expression—jealousy, maybe? Regret? Whatever it was, it made your stomach twist.

You quickly turned your attention back to your new partner, nodding along to his explanation, even if you weren’t entirely listening. You felt James’s eyes on you the entire time, but you refused to look back.

Across the room, James’s jaw clenched. His partner waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oi, Potter! Are you even listening?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure,” James muttered, though his eyes drifted back to you moments later.

He hated this—seeing someone else sitting beside you, making you smile when that used to be his seat, his job. But he didn’t know how to fix it. The letter. The silence. The way he’d avoided you. It all felt too big now, too messy to undo.

Still, James couldn’t stop watching you, his heart sinking further with every laugh you shared with your new partner.

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i would not survive wayne manor if i had to stare into dick's y/n blue orbs everyday

stop looking at me with those eyes! (again &. again mini drabble)

ft. post-kidnapped reader w/ yandere batfam shitpost

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thank u for sending this oh my god, i need to write about this!!! i absolutely love your art style for the reader, they're so handsome i'm crying and laughing 😭😭😭 and it's true!!! i will also die if i look at the entire family's eyes as a filipino who has never once stared at a foreigner's eyes because it's just so bright huhu.

unfortunately for your case though, your refusal to look straight at them just translates to extra unwanted counseling sessions with the family in one of the large expanses of the living rooms housing the available members for a meeting. it's a whole gathering where you're the center of attention.

and it's not only dick involved, it's also all the other blue-eyed bastards and an additional glowering, pair of green ones which shines the brightest of them all— and if not for cass and duke's dark colored peepers, you might've truly passed away because it's no joke that their eyes glint under the light passing through locked windows, especially when the sun is at its highest peak and hits at just the right angles to glisten.

not only have you no physical escape, but their obsessed stares never leave your form too, devouring and locking you whole in your place and claustrophobic to the chains of their bright-orbed gaze.

"(name), dear, as much as you don't wish for me to address the issue; it's becoming an unhealthy habit that you refuse to maintain eye contact with the family. it doesn't help that your heart palpitates, you perspire more often, and you make excuses to run to a different room when you do. what's wrong?"

you don't even have to look up from staring at your lap (as if you want to, hah!) to know it's your father's voice directed at you. it's a unique tremor that reverberates across the room and commands attention from all corners; yet when he speaks to you, it's coated with an unhealthily sweet reverence that seems completely foreign to someone who has never once spoken to him until now.

"u-uhm..." stuttering, you bite your lip, drowning in your own self-preservation that had you ignoring dick's stealthy steps to your seated body on the couch, only for his fingers to carefully graze on your chin, snapping you out of your attention yet being too late as he lifts your head up, forcing to stare at his wide-blown eyes.

they're unnaturally bright today, shining more than the beaches in those private islands bruce owns, it's even more terrifying that he's staring at you.

"it's unfair too... baby bird, that it's me you avoid the most," he groans, it grates at your ears but it was better to focus on your other senses if you wish to control the ever-living fear of miley cyrus' blue eyes burned right into your retina, now associated with dick's emboldened ones. his palms find its way to either side of your head, cradling it side to side, the contact forced you to continue staring ahead of him. and no matter how much you resort to blanking out, the intensity of his baby blue eyes forfeits you to focus on anything else.

yet it's the gentle graze on your side that encourages you to speak your mind, you really hate how infantilizing this entire scene feels, and comical that they're - dick - is taking your excuses too seriously.

"ah... well—" how do you explain that you're shit at eye-contact because, first, and can't deal with their luminescent stares pinning you down to your spot, brighter than diamonds and emerald crystals, second?

"everyone's just too... you know. i- i really can't explain without it sounding... uhm..."

"too overwhelming? too what? akhi/akhti? it has been years since we last took you in, and you've been perfectly communicating with us until now. what has changed? has that rebel, todd, dare to make another deal with you again which involves refusing to properly communicate with us? with me? because if he did—"

damian's voice slithers with conviction, condemnation and possessive threats that strike fear into your heart with every venom-laced word. if not for his head nuzzling into the shadows of your neck, the dichotomy of dialogue and action, you would've been convinced he's out to kill you instead.

yet the same gremlin muttering insults is your little brother who takes the entire space beside you on the velvety couch, rendering you completely cornered by his expecting glare. except now, unlike the mental torment he subjected to you, his green-eye gaze glimmers with concealed adoration you've learned to discern, he's always been a heckler for your attention; the tan hands wrapped around your waist in a snuggle tightens, not too tight that it deprives you of oxygen, but demands your answers instead.

like father, like son. as the saying goes. always finding solutions with unwanted affection. couldn't even push them away without them interpreting your actions as rebellion which only results in more uncomfortable competitions on who gets to cuddle you for longer.

and wait, no, they didn't take you in, bullshit! they basically kidnapped you. it's only that you've grown accustomed to dealing with them individually and as a group, but because they've been more lenient with technology, providing you access to wifi with supervised search results, you stumbled across one of , which not-so faintly reminds you of them.

your past traumas of them replaced with jaded motivation to survive and tolerate the ever living plague in your life you call your family.

bruce did advise you to associate them with positive things instead as a first step to your adjusting phase, and miley cyrus' anthropoidal, not-quite human stare isn't negative in any way, yet it's also by no means negative, if not unsettling— which leads you to a common ground, a common affiliation which helps you cope with the fear that they might harm you and isolate you with loneliness even further; forgetting your presence once again.

learning to love them was hard, so relating them to anything comical was way easier on the still-heavy burden in your heart which yearns for freedom burned off through countless of escape attempts, the grief of your mother's death now decades worth, and just the shock of it all that they're still interested in you until now that hasn't worn off still, despite the years passing by quicker than blowing off a candle-light.

still, everyone retains their gaze on you, never once breaking contact with your form as if you're capable of escaping their grasp. you try to look down, but to no avail, dick was too invested in hogging your head all to himself and nuzzling it in his toned stomach, whilst damian refuses to separate from his ever tightening hold which renders you unable to full grasp your thoughts and speak.

god-damned hypocrites.

"holy shit..." it's tim who broke off the silence, muttering under his breath in disbelief whilst his hand fiddles with the modded tablet bruce had given you as a christmas gift. his lanky finfers continue scrolling eyes fixated on the scene before him, every expression illuminated by the faint glow of your tablet's screen. the most visible feature, gazing at him through whichever was left of your vision unobstructed by dick's body; was of course, his widening blue eyes, as it seems like he'd hit jackpot with his appalled reactions.

it seems like he found the exact same picture.

would it be a bad thing now if you'd run away from the room once they all collectively hone in on the image before them? or is it too risky of a task?

honestly, with just how routine your life must be right now, you'd prefer to run, to feel the air run through your hair, to bask in the sun washing your body in its warmth.

maybe to find unbidden joy in another game of cat and mouse, or it may be another one of your excuses to avoid those piercing eyes once more if even by just a mere fraction.

or maybe you could stay for now, because is it just you, or did you actually succeed in traumatizing them for once instead of you?

[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | 8.5

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1.5k

—chapter content/warnings: this is a few days post-symposium so san x oc are pretty much a thing by now lol, one-sided feelings 😭, nothing else rly!!

"What, why?" San laughs. "No, let's go get lunch. On me."

"San." Zara furrows her brows at him, crossing her arms in dispute.

"Seriously."

"I'm the one who asked you to meet, shouldn't I be paying?"

"Not really." He laughs. "Besides, I don't have anything going on until after lunch. Unless.. you're busy?"

"No. I'm not." San smiles and nods towards one of the cafés nearby.

"Okay, so let's go." 

"You don't need to meet anyone for once?" She jokes.

"Nah. Well, you, now." Zara playfully rolls her eyes and follows alongside of him. It had been a couple of days post-symposium, and Zara had received some emails regarding potential tours of her lab space, especially from donors. She had sought advice from the rest of the group, but she wanted to meet with San to get a little bit more info on his experience. 

And he had provided her with more help than she could've asked for.

The rest, although insightful, gave her advice— going along the lines of 'just be yourself!' or 'elaborate on your work, you should be gold!' But, San managed to take his time with her and gave her specific scenarios. Specific what-not-to-do's and what-to-do's, adding in a sprinkle of personalities and focus points from the foundations that reached out based on his own experience. He even gave her more tips on how to present her lab while it's still a work in progress with the one postdoc and grad student she has.

She really appreciated it, and she couldn't help but feel a little more attracted to the man San had shown to be. He was always helpful and incredibly sweet from the beginning, but with someone who has a packed schedule day in and day out— she couldn't help but be grateful for the extra time he carved out for her. It hadn't been their first meeting, obviously. This had been one of a few since she started; mainly meetings to check in and see how things were going. But, Zara appreciated every single one because she knew San had a busy schedule.

Yet, he still carved out time for her.

And maybe she was being a little too optimistic—after all, most meetings had been about her. She knows a few things about San, like his parents and what they've been up to. She knows that he enjoys watching all sports with the guys, likes dabbling in golf and random hobbies with them and hanging out at each other's homes. She knows that Iseul was his ex-wife, but it was such a known fact around campus she couldn't say it was a San fact only she knew. She knows him mainly from a colleague perspective; she knows about his work and awards. Other than that, she doesn't know much. San might know a little more about her than she does with him and that's because she put it out there hoping he'd feel more comfortable to on his end.

Oh well.

When they reach the café, San scans the menu next to Zara, while Zara can't seem to help but glaze over his figure. He's wearing a brown button up with the sleeves rolled up halfway. Jeans. Chucks. Zara can faintly smell his cologne from where she stands. She's a bit past his shoulder in height, right by his jaw perhaps. They've got a good height difference, bearing that she's in these boots with a 1.5-inch heel.

"Zara?" He cocks his head to the side when he finds her spaced out, eyes now roaming around the café.

"Hm?" She hums.

"I was asking if you knew what you wanted." He smiles and she can't help but softly smile, too.

"I'm just gonna get the tuna melt."

"That's all?"

"And the peach iced tea, please." He chuckles.

"I got you."

"I'm gonna go save us that table." She points over to a free booth that just popped open, and San nods. She breaks free from him after he asks one last time if she wanted anything else, giving him that smile of hers before walking away and settling down at the table. She pulls out her phone and scrolls through new emails, answering a select few until San plops down in front of her. He slides the beeper and their drinks onto the middle of the table, pulling out his phone to scroll through his own notifications.

you: [sends selfie]

you: me today lol

San subtly smiles and quickly texts back, trying his best not to be too pre-occupied while with his colleague.

san: prettiest i know. 😍

"So." Zara sips on her peach iced tea. "How are things going in the lab?"

"Uh, it's been good! Everyone's busy per usual. I've got a postdoc actively working on his paper, and he's been getting a lot of good results with my rotation student."

"Sunwoo?" San nods. "Who's your rotation student?"

"Y/N. She's been great."

"Oh! That's good to hear."

"Yeah, everyone seems to be moving in a good direction. Guess I'm doing something right after all." She giggles. 

"Quit talking all that nonsense, you know you're good at what you do."

"Am I?" San smirks before sipping on his drink, and it makes her blush. 

"Stop." The food comes at this moment, and San is gently sliding over her plate before grabbing his. She thanks him one last time for treating her to lunch before they dig in and talk about upcoming school events, conferences and talks— particularly NAS coming up. At some point, his phone on the table dings and Zara watches how San's eyes light up before he locks his phone and returns his attention back to her. To pivot from work for a little [and to try and pry], Zara takes a sip of her tea again before changing the subject. "So. Anyway. Any plans for the weekend?" She rests her chin on her palm, looking at him while she waits for him to respond. 

San can see the way she looks at him, and it reminds him of the way you look at him. But, of course, it means a lot to San when you do it; it only makes him feel bad when Zara does it. Zara hasn't outright said she had feelings for him, but it's been pretty clear since the get. And he knows having Mingi and his friends in her ear, pushing the idea of them getting together doesn't help. Maybe one day he'll get the opportunity to talk to her and tell her the truth— that he truthfully believed they were good this way, as good friends, colleagues. He does respect her, and he does appreciate her company as a friend. 

He's not gonna lie and say his heart doesn't belong somewhere else because it does. All he wants is you.

"I've got some plans, yeah." Is all San says, which kinda makes Zara nervous as to why he's being so vague about it.

"With what? Are you seeing a special someone?" She teases.

"Uh." He laughs it off. "Just hanging out is all. What about you?" He doesn't say much because he doesn't wanna give things away and let people connect the dots. Zara nods slowly, almost like she's trying to read his body language carefully.

"Hm, I see." Her heart drops because the way San answered is enough to tell her yes, he is seeing someone special. "I'm just gonna visit my parents."

"Oh, that'll be nice! Speaking of, I should visit mine soon."

"You should." She tosses her napkin onto the plate before setting it aside. "All done?"

"Mhm." She looks at his plate, which is also cleared off. "Packed afternoon?"

"A bit, nothing too bad. What about you?"

"I'm done after 3pm. I'll be heading out early for once."

"That's good, take advantage of it." His phone dings again and he takes a minute to read it, a small smile building at the corner of his lips before locking his phone again. He gathers their trash and stands, preparing to return the dirty dishes with his cup in hand. "Ready? I can walk you back to your building."

"You sure?" San nods.

"All good."

"Thank you, San. For lunch and for meeting with me today. Your advice was super helpful."

"Of course, any time." Zara's heart warms at the way he waits for her and walks alongside of her on the way out of the café. He holds the door open and lets her walk out first, slowly trailing by her side as they make their way back to her building.

She's unsure of what to do with her feelings for him, especially after today. It's obvious he's seeing someone, at least starting to. Building up to it. He saw the stars in his eyes whenever his phone dinged and he read those messages. Those stars weren't there when he returned his attention to her. All she saw were his big, brown eyes, but they weren't full of the stars, the galaxies, the sun, the moon. They were empty. No feeling, no excitement. Not the same as the way she would look at him. 

She wondered how it would feel to be on the receiving end of San's starry eyes.

She wondered who was on the receiving end of San's starry eyes.

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[rootsofdread]

you can't handle the uber instinct of my uber autism, observe

i love your writing so much i've been binging them until i've caught up with everything 😭 it's sooooo good i wanna save it and read it whenever i feel bored

if possible could i request hcs with danny, wesker, leon and ada with a gn!reader who often unknowingly rambles about their interests despite any circumstances?

truly we are all autistic about dbd (<- also autistic about dbd)

anddd thank you so so much!! i'm so glad you enjoy my writing that much! <33

Leon S. Kennedy:

Leon honestly admires your ability to enjoy any situation by talking about the things you like. It lifts his spirits, too, to see you so carefree and enjoying the moment. Even if the killer is a few feet away and you two are hiding in a locker.

You’re great at helping kill time while doing generators like this, always having something to say and something to chat about. It can be boring doing generators, especially if the killer is busy with someone else, so having someone to talk to is nice.

He may not really know what you’re talking about — he doesn’t know much about a lot of things, he never really had the time to be reading about different things before being taken due to his job — but he enjoys learning new things from someone as passionate as you. You make it fun.

When you realize you've been rambling to him and apologizes, he tells you that you don't need to. He appreciates the company and the conversation you provide, even if you don't realize it.

Ada Wong:

Ada may seem like she’s not paying attention, and sometimes she may be devoting a little extra focus to looking out for the killer, but she always is paying attention to you. She’s just a little aloof and has trouble getting along with others, but she loves you and listens to you even if it may not look like it.

She enjoys the “background noise” you provide while you two work on generators. By focusing on your words more than the work, you help her a lot by relieving the pressure of getting it right. And she’s grateful for that.

You quell her nerves by whispering to her when the two of you hide. The adrenaline tells her that she should tell you to keep quiet so you’re not found — but her love for you compels her to do the opposite. You being so carefree helps her calm down in stressful moments.

She never wants you to feel like you shouldn’t talk about things you enjoy. She tells you that you never need to apologize for rambling, that she enjoys it, and she asks you to keep going if you’d like to. She’s soothed by the sound of your voice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny absolutely loves you being such a chatterbox. Information is his bread and butter, and knowing more about you and what you like is one of his most favorite things. So he happily lets you talk whenever you like, even if he’s attempting to sneak around with Night Shroud. He just reminds you to whisper and let him do his work.

He’s surprised when you even try to strike up a conversation about your interests while on the hook. Doesn’t that hurt? But he shrugs and decides to let you continue. Who is he to stop you after all — and there’s no rules that say you can’t talk while on hook. He just hopes you don’t accidentally give him away.

Truth be told, he probably already knows a lot about what you enjoy. That's his job, after all. He still lets you talk, though, of course — he would never deny you that. And he just loves listening to you, and surprising you by knowing precisely what you're going on about.

He thinks it's adorable when you realize how much you've been talking and get embarrassed. He always encourages you to go on and keep talking, he's riveted, he would love to hear more, please.

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Wesker always loves learning, and believe it or not, he probably doesn’t know much about what you’re rambling about. He doesn’t have the time to waste on silly mortal things, you know, so chances are he wouldn’t already know anything about it. And if he’s nothing else, Wesker is a seeker of knowledge.

He finds it amusing you’ll always seek him out during trials to talk to him. And he always pays attention to you when you do, even while he’s trying to hunt down the other survivors. He finds it especially amusing when you run to catch up to him after he rushes to slam someone into a wall.

He tells you to hold on for a second when he carries someone off to a hook. When he returns to you, he tells you that you may continue. He needs to be focused to hook someone and doesn’t want you thinking he’s not paying attention to you.

Every time you apologize for rambling, he insists that you continue. He won’t have you feeling ashamed for enjoying yourself. You deserve to know that your rambling isn’t an issue and that he always has time for you, much more than seven minutes.

[prettyboykatsuki]

if its not too tmi, the guide to making your girl cum might still be useful 😭 my gf and i are both in our first relationship and any help would be welcome

i have so many asks fdjslk?? abt this. like no bullshit at all maybe fifteen. but sure 👍🏾 note i am no sex expert or really anyone u should listen to but you know. i get okay reviews

first things first - the most important thing is learning to communicate with your partner. ik u have heard that many times but every body is different and if you can take instructions well, making someone cum is much easier. like. people say it all the time for good reason but just focus on listening more than anything else

also im using woman / she + her but this advice applies to any afab people who are not currently talking T👍🏾 testosterone changes some stuff so i'd give diff advice on some parts abt touching n stuff

learning how to take an apply what ur told is truly like 99% of the game

for women in particularly - u should probably carve out a chunk of time. most women need at least 15 minutes if it's with a partner (often more) and if it's your first time tg it's good to take each other apart and get comfortable

also somewhat obvious but you absolutely cannot forgo foreplay. truly cannot be overstated but u can't. lol

if share the same parts, u are already at somewhat of an advantage as you have some ideas on where to touch etc. neck and chest are always safe bets, and so is inner thigh etc. deep kissing is always also a safe bet. don't overthink it too much, just do your best to communicate both appreciation and attraction

foreplay also starts before getting naked being genuine. undressing someone or showing sensual affection is your friend. ik this sounds corny but its very genuine advice lol

a lot of foreplay is both to build arousal but also getting someone out of their head. a lot of women in particular tend to get really hung up on various aspects of the process. if you can effectively get them out of that mindspace, you're already on your own way

sometimes dirty talk is good and dirty talk does not need to be crass - making sensual small talk can go a long way. praising how she looks or feels, showing your enthusiasm by telling you're looking forward to making her feel good.

thank you is also always safe in that process. thank you for letting me touch you, thank you for trusting me to make you feel good etc. and if you're not feeling confident - it does the same job as something more dirty lol

here is some more specific stuff 👍🏾

a lot of getting 2 know someone sexually is figuring out various sensitivities and pressure. generally speaking, women tend to lean one way or the other when it comes to pressure on different areas of the body for foreplay.

(usually of course, there is some mix of both - but at least in my experience there is more general lean one way vs another)

some people prefer softer touches and caressing and some people prefer more deep pressure and groping. always start on on the soft end and move towards the other slowly.

YOU WILL WANT TO LEARN INDIRECT VS DIRECT PLEASURE. ON YOUR PARTNER AND WHAT THEY PREFER !!!

some parts of a womans body are too sensitive to be touched directly, and they may highly prefer indirect contact as their choice of pleasure. if a womans clit is too sensitive, you might want to stimulate the area just around or underneath instead of directly touching their clit. use their clitoral hood as a buffer essentially.

the clit itself firms up but it's an entire area inside of your body. and what's exposed is just one nerve. its why touching or rubbing the sides can still make effective foreplay because internally the clit has a whole body etc

the hardest part about clitoral stimulation is reading reactions. but the clit will respond to pleasure physically most of the time. try things deliberately, and time your tongue or fingers in a way that lets you gauge their reaction

if someone is feeling good - you'll usually get a very faint throb. you have to look for it to notice it sometimes, but the intensity of that throbbing is what will tell you. clits are similar to dicks in that way

same thing goes for nipples usually. plenty of people like it being touched or sucked directly (again it is all abt sensitivity and pressure) - but it's common for the area to be too sensitive.

touching around, through / over the fabric of their top (this works better with non-silky materials / stuff with no slip), and underneath can also do the job. if the nipples are sensitive to the point of being unpleasurable - the swell underneath the boobs is often a good place to show affection. u can try running your fingers underneath to cup and squeeze instead. or just

the no slip thing is because rougher fabric give nice friction. being touched through cotton feels different from silk. its more hit or miss in my experience

im going to break down the advice about actual fucking into three parts so bear with me .

the most important thing for ALL of this is fucking consistency. listen to me im being so serious. when you hit a rhythm do not stop. ESPECIALLY if she tells you not too.

oral: this one is tricky because there's truly not a universally good way of eating pussy. it's like... four of the above skills wrapped in one skill. so even if i wanted to school you in i don't think i could lol

my best advice is to remember the above about pressure and sensitive and start slow. stimulate the surrounding areas with your tongue, do a lot of teasing. if she's too embarrassed to tell you things verbally, this will usually push her to showing you at least. if she bucks up against you that's a good sign to give a little more pressure.

building pressure is important here. she will feel pretty much every part of your tongue, so make sure you are careful and listen to what she says or does. when you find the rhythm to lick, it's normally safe to suck on her clit (from light pressure to deeper pressure like before)

you will know when you're hitting the right everything because it will start to pulse in your mouth and she will squirm more. when you're there, stay there and don't move unless you're going to die. learn to breathe through your nose lol

FOR PENETRATION THERE IS TWO THINGS. and most time you will still want to pair with clit stimulation but rmb 2 ask.

fingering: the vagina is one of those things that is very hit or miss. with fingering in particular. for most women, it feels better to have another person do it. and it's best combined with clitoral stimulation so it can often be a two-handed affair or used as a sidepiece to oral.

the most pleasure will be felt around the actual opening and against the gspot. the opening has a lot more sensitive which is why the thrusting motion feels good. the g-spot can also feel good, but keep in mind that a gspot orgasm is internal and can feel especially intense. so just be prepared for what reaction you might get and maybe getting pee-d on. or squirted on. or both.

finding the g-spot isn't complicated, it will feel a little textured and have a little more give. with enough arousal it will also be swollen and easier to find.. you will hear a lot about the come hither motion, but what you're actually doing is rubbing along the upper walls.

again, everyone is different but honestly - i've had good luck combining a thrusting motion with the rubbing motion. use your wrist to move so you don't get tired. you can pick what fingers to use but middle and pointer is go to, so you can angle your palm against their clit (in the instance you are just using your hands).

FOR SEX TOY PENETRATION:

dildos: if i tried to explain how the strap works we would simply be here all day, so i will be talking about the dildo as a separate appendage used with your hands and not as part of a strap-on. strap sex is too much of a science lmao

almost all of the time - using a dildo is trying to create the same stimulation as above with gspot pressure, but that's not the only way. there are several angles and those angles hit different things, so it's worth experimenting with this. but for internal orgasm and using dildos - you want to understand comfort and friction.

lube is your friend, but too much slip can make it feel like nothing so build up the lube slowly. some resistance can feel pleasurable and is often ideal. with dildo, you also want to keep in mind the rigidity and maybe buy a toy together. a dildo can be too hard or too soft depending on what it's made with

internal orgasms rely a lot on muscle tension and angling, as well as pace. everyone is different and there is once again no universal way but your best bet is a rhythmic, pushing up motion. if you're using a dildo on your partner, i recommend put a pillow underneath their spine for easier angling.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, REMEMBER ALL ORGASMS ARE TENSION RELEASE.

you need to build tension to release it and keep tension to cum. the need for steadiness and rhythm comes from that. if you're wanting to make someone orgasm, some physical tension can really help - so asking your partner to grab your hair and hold onto your wrist can be helpful. giving their muscles something to flex and hold can redirect focus and help with intimacy so let her pull your hair or dig her nails in your back or grab your wrist. it will actually get u closer to the orgasm

remember most of all though to have fun and feel good together. sex isn't a performance, it's a mutual act of pleasure. too much pressure will kill your boner. good luck 🫡

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Writer interview tag

Tagged by @wisteria-lodge

I fear this would be a bit of a boring interview since I only have 1 published work on ao3 (so I'll include unpublished fic wips for some of the questions)

How many works do you have on ao3? 1 (and another 100+ unposted, unpolished wips 😭)

What's your total AO3 word count? 87,813 (Just on the 1 fic)

Your top 5 stories by kudos?

I only have the one: A Matter of Chance

Do you respond to comments? I try to. I don't always, but sometimes I'll sit down and just answer a lot of them in one go. Even when I don't respond, know that I read and appreciate each and every one, yes, including the ones that are just a string of hearts — I love getting the ao3 comment emails.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? I only posted one fic which is unfinished as of this moment. The endings for all my wips are either happy or bittersweet. I don't tend to write tragedies, but I do love me a bittersweet ending.

There is a pretty angsty wip I abandoned where Harry ends up in Azkaban at the end of GoF that is pretty angsty all the way through, It's more of a psychological horror story, so the ending there is not super happy, but it doesn't end in tragedy either. So, that.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? As I said, the one posted fic isn't done and I tend to write happy endings, but if we're talking unfinished abandoned wips, then probably the Gen one of Harry traveling back to the 1970s and most of the war is avoided.

Do you write crossovers? Not really. I tried to write a few, but I always find that they shift the focus too much from the story I want to tell. I found two old wips of attempted crossovers in my docs and neither of them passed the 1k words.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Not on the fic, no.

Do you write smut? I cannot write smut for the life of me. I tried, but I can't do it. I can write the prelude to smut, the after-smut stuff, but the smut itself — my brain just won't do it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't belive so.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I have a beta (the same one for everything, she does not have a tumblr, but she has an ao3) who reads over what I write and helps with editing and brainstorming sometimes, but, I'm the only one writing my stories.

What's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? Most of them, unfortunately. I used to be pretty bad at finishing things, but if I had to pick one unpublished, never-to-be-finished fic it's one of the first fics I ever tried to write. It's a Gravity Falls fic, taking place a few years after the show, with a whole mystery I made up and everything. I tried rewriting it a bunch of times but I never got past the 20k words mark, so it'll probably never happen. Even if I like a lot of the bits I wrote there.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and pacing.

I know I'm good with getting how characters speak, their little mannerisms and (in the case of HP) witty remarks like the books have. And I love writing dialogue. As for pacing, I used to not be great at it, but I've gotten many compliments about it and I think I'm pretty good now at sensing when a scene should end, or how many scenes should be between events and such.

What are your writing weaknesses? Describing characters. Like, I can do it, but I'm never sure what i need to describe and what I don't. Often I just forget to write a description altogether, and then when I edit, I go: "oh, damn, I didn't describe what this guy looks like anywhere," so yeah. Like, I can do it, I just consciously balance how I describe characters in ways I don't do when I describe literally anything else.

Also, past-perfect my behated (my beta is constantly correcting me when I use past-simple/past-progressive instead of past-perfect).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Like, when you gotta you gotta, I guess, it all depends on execution. I never really had to do it myself but I know I don't mind it when reading if a translation is given at the end notes of the chapter the dialogue is in.

Personally, unless I really need the actual words in the other language there for some reason I'd probably do something like: "'[some sentence in English]' he said in French" or "he muttered something in Spanish under his breath" if the POV character doesn't understand the language. But, that's just my preference for writing for my sake and for clarity 🤷‍♀️

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Ehhh... I usually write for whichever fandoms I feel like writing (I have like two Gravity Falls wips form, like, 2016, haunting me) and I've been on a pretty consistent HP roll in the past years. I think I have one Batman comics wip somewhere, but it's pretty old. I would like to post more fics in general in the future honestly, but I want to finish A Matter of Chance first, so they'll have to wait.

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And I have no idea who to tag, unfortunately, so really, anyone is welcome to this writer interview 😊

[putschki1969]

Hello Puts!

I don't think I have seen you share your thoughts about Keiko's latest single. I personally really enjoy this release and I am curious how you feel about it?

Ugh, yeah, you got me there🫣I've been uncharacteristically quiet about Keiko's 「夕闇のうた」. Quite frankly, I've just not had enough positive things to say to warrant a proper review😭. As most of you probably know, I do not get any pleasure from lingering on stuff I don't particularly like, I simply move on and prefer to focus on things I actually enjoy. But hey, since you asked, I might as well write up a few things that have been going through my mind.

Disclaimer: Needless to say, this is all just my personal opinion. I am by no means an expert on music or singing, I am just a fan who is very invested in my girls but due to having a very specific taste, not everything works for me but of course that doesn't mean that it won't work for anyone else.

Let's start with the single's A-Side 「夕闇のうた/Yūyami no Uta」. It's not like I hate the song or anything, objectively it's a decent track, I just can't really get into it. There are some songs and melodies that immediately resonate with me, others grow on me over time and then there are some I need to hear performed live to properly appreciate them. In this case, none of these options apply unfortunately. We got our very first snippet way back at the end of November and to be honest, that didn't do much for me which already kinda tempered my excitement. Ever since then the song has had time to marinate but I haven't been able to warm up to it. Even the live performance at last year's Kaji Fes didn't have a noteworthy effect on me. My last hope was hearing the full studio version but my reaction was once again rather lukewarm. The visuals of the PV helped a bit to get me into a good mood for the song but ultimately, I was pretty much underwhelmed. And the worst thing is, I struggle to pinpoint what exactly is bothering me about the song. One thing I am definitely not a fan of is the overly rushed and repetitive drum-beat in the verses, for some reason I feel like it clashes a bit with Keiko's singing and cheapens the overall vibe of the song but that could just be my personal impression. I prefer a good build-up to a chorus and I don't think we are getting it here. Speaking of the chorus, the structure of the chorus doesn't work for me or maybe it's the melody (lack thereof?) that doesn't appeal to me? Not sure exactly but it's not giving me what I would have liked. The first part starting with "inori" is pretty generic and then we get a sort of crescendo for "utau/fureru" which feels oddly out of place, especially when it transitions right into the scat singing. Maybe there is too much different stuff going on or it's all happening too fast but it doesn't have the impact on me which it probably should have. I am usually a big fan of Keiko's scat singing, I mean, her yay- yay-yay part in YK's "vanity" or Kalafina's "Door" regularly gives me an eargasm so why the hell does it leave me so unimpressed in "Yūyami no Uta"???!!! I guess it's more of a combination of the melodic arrangement and the accompanying scatting which makes songs like "vanity" or "Door" so much more epic for me....? As for the bridge, it's okay I suppose. In her interviews, Keiko has mentioned multiple times how her progress as a vocalist has made it possible to tackle all these high parts and that just a few years ago, Yuki Kajiura would have assigned Yuriko Kaida or one of her other chorus singers to sing those sections. Keiko's higher registers are a hit and miss for me, sometimes they work, other times not so much. Here she sounds perfectly fine and I fully understand why YK would feel confident to let Keiko handle this on her own. But again, the whole part is just meh and by now I am convinced that it is because the song doesn't have a sufficiently nice melody to provide a good base for Keiko's singing.

I want to continue with 「夕闇のうた Special Edit ver.」 because I honestly feel like we have been robbed of something really good here. Whoever decided to bypass this in favour of the normal version should really start questioning their life choices. I am not saying that this version is perfect (we don't even get all that much to form an opinion on it) but from what I hear, it is superior in many ways and would have worked better as an ending (edit: apparently, it has actually been used as ED on the 3rd ep). That gorgeous strings intro alone takes the song to a whole new level, making it so much more melodic. And the somewhat obtrusive drums feel way more toned down here since they are introduced at a later point of the song to create more of a proper build-up towards the chorus. The chorus itself is pretty much the same from what I can tell but I wonder what the bridge and the remainder of the verses would have sounded like in this style. The ending verse of the song also works a lot better for this special edit, wish they had included all of it starting from "itoshii" and then concluded it with another strings section.

Now all that's left to talk about is the single's B-Side, 「燈命/Tōmei」. This song is a big no-go for me so I'll keep it short. The composition, arrangement and lyrics were all done by Saku who has previously worked with Keiko on "Ray" (Lantana), "Sakura wo Goran" (dew) and "YOUR" (CUTLERY). He was only in charge of the arrangement for"Sakura wo Goran" but out of those three songs, "Tōmei" feels closest to this one in terms of vibe and overall blandness. I've come to enjoy "YOUR" quite a bit (even if I am not so happy with some of Keiko's higher notes) and "Ray" is decent too but my entire body outright rejects songs like "Sakura wo Goran" and "Tōmei". Sorry🙈I don't even know what else to say. I listened to it and immediately was like, nope, next one please.

Phew, this turned out longer than expected. I feel shabby for going on and on about all the stuff I didn't like but oh well, what's done is done. Moving on...

[rengokuology]

Hey!! I love your writing smmm, I was wondering if you could please do a romantic lexi howard x fem!reader fluff, with a reader that has a very similar personality to lexi like both of them are quiet and observers, but the reader is shorter 😭, and like maybe its a cold and rainy day outside so it’s lexi and the reader being all cute and cuddly to stay warm (if they do little spoon and big spoon, little spoon reader??) Only if you feel comfortable though ofcc! I really love your writing btww, and your like all about me is so cool and pretty and your interests are like really amazing! 😭🫶

PITTER PATTER OF THE GLASS. . .

LEXI HOWARD x FEM! READER

WARNINGS, sweet-tooth fluff ( I LOVE SWEET-TOOTH FLUFF AT TIMES— )

DEAR REQUESTER, thank you sm for compliment!! i try rlly hard with being honest about myself and with writing so i appreciate the compliments <33 /p! btw, if you don’t like how it is written or anything, let me know know so i can redo it or you can send in another request!!

there was no doubt that (reader) and lexi were very similar in many ways.

with the things they both enjoy, their hobbies, etc. but the thing that the couple are mostly similar in is your personalities. . .

quiet, intelligent, caring, kind, hard-working, etc. you get the gist! both (reader) and lexi are basically introverts at a party and in the corner, just being silent and semi-social, while every other extroverted person is partying.

there was one difference that people noticed most about the two was the height difference and that's not a bad thing! (reader)'s friends and lexi still love her no matter what height she is.

but besides that, they both are very hard-working when it comes to things they do.

lexi, with her play she's writing that she absolutely loves.

(reader), with her unbearable school project that she absolutely hates.

and at one point, she can't focus anymore and just shuts her binder that had her project in it, starting to get a headache from the schoolwork and a bit cold since the air conditioner in lexi's house was broken until monday.

"are you ok?" lexi asked, turning away from her computer to look at her with curiosity and concern.

"yeah, i'm just getting sick of this project." (reader) reassured her, looking at her and having a small smile.

"ok, just let me know if you need anything." lexi told her as (reader) nodded, lexi now turning back to her computer and typing more.

she yawned and stretched a little, getting a bit tired from the schoolwork and getting a bit too cold for comfort. she relaxed on the pillow, leaning on it as she silently listened to the pitter patters from the rain landing on the glass. however, she couldn't relax to the noise when she was constantly getting goosebumps on her skin.

she sighed and turned her head to lexi, her tired and now, slightly bored, eyes staring at lexi.

"can we cuddle for a little bit? i'm getting cold."

lexi turned her head to (reader), stopping her typing for a minute and nodded at her. she placed her computer somewhere else for a minute so (reader) could get in front of her and so lexi could wrap her arms around her. . . plus, lexi's brain was almost wanting for a break.

it became common for the couple to cuddle in private when they got bored and such and (reader) was almost always the little spoon. did the two care though? nope! they both accepted it with opening arms.

lexi's arms were wrapped on top (reader)'s waist as (reader) leaned her back onto her chest, lexi grabbing a blanket and covering it over (reader) so they both didn't get very cold.

now the couple just sat in silence, listening to the rain's pitter patter on the glass window as lexi gently held (reader) and her gladly accepting it.

the pitter patters continued on the window as the two sucked in the warmth and comfort, looking at the window in bored yet peace they both held. and then suddenly, (reader) said,

"hey, lex."

"yeah?"

"i love you."

lexi sat in silence for a few seconds before kissing the top of (reader)'s head.

"i love you too."

AUTHORS NOTE, hello, requester!! thanks so much for requesting and again, if you want another request done because you didn’t like it, let me know and again, thank you for the compliments!!

[steeltwigz]

marshmallow kiss lore?

Waitttt like my headcanons on how Marshmallow II kisses in general? Or like specific lore abt my drawings OF Marshmallow kissing??? I'll do headcanons IG but don't b afraid to send another ask specifying what you wanted if this isnt right bcuz I loveeeee talking abt marshmallow ii ^_^

I think her lips would b rlly soft bcuz of being a marshmallow, and when she kisses her gfs they can taste sugar for a little bit. Same for if they kiss Apple they would taste very faint apple. Bow doesn't have this bcuz she's a ghost and also not food, but if she tries to kiss them in ghost form their lips will get cold for a bit and maybe a bit tingly bcuz of being phased through. So she can't technically kiss them, but she kind of can too?

Marshmallow is always rlly rlly cold, but the mansion is so old that it doesn't really have good insulation or heating that she's grown rlly attached to being very cuddly w Apple who I think would b very warm in contrast. Becuz of this, and like also cuz they're just In Love Also, Marsh rlly like kissing Apple. I think Apple initiated more often at first bcuz she's less self-conscious abt these things than Marsh is, but now Marsh likes to give Apple little kisses and pecks all the time. Apple has this cute reaction where she always giggles and pushes Marsh away playfully bcuz she gets so bashful even tho they've kissed each other millions of times before. Apple is very careful w Marsh becuz of Marsh's being so soft and squishy. Even if she hugs Marsh tightly, she's always careful to lessen the pressure so that it won't take long for Marsh to reshape herself, and she tries not to grip too tightly. I think Marsh likes pushing Apple around and being kind of mean, in like a light-hearted just kind of annoying for fun way, and she does things like that when they kiss too. Trailing her hands along Apple's body to make her flustered or biting Apple's lip when she isn't expecting it, in the name of Fun! Apple gets embarrassed and it usually ends or at least pauses their cuddle session out of Apple being petty but she also gets rlly rlly flustered and Marsh thinks it's rlly cute and worth it lolll

Bow tries to kiss Marshmallow, but if she doesn't focus enough she can't make herself physical enough to do anything except make Marsh's lips cold. Bow likes to save her energy to gnaw on Marshmallow (her fluff stays dented for a little while, but will go back to normal in time so it's harmless. Probably doesn't really feel like much!!). Bow would do this to Apple too if she could, but it's harder cuz Apple is so solid. Instead Bow likes to annoy her by flying around and messing with her leaf and stem. Bow can't do much else to physically affect her girlfriends so she has to take what she can get. When Bow possesses Apple sometimes she spends her time corporeal just to kiss Marsh, and hold her and cuddle and what-have-you, but they've both kind of been waiting to be together for a longgg time (in my headcanon I think they started having crushes on each other in season 1!) so they can get a bitttt.... Too focused on each other and leave Apple without control for a while, whoops!! Bow likes biting, and Marsh is very bite-able which is still true even when Bow is in Apple's body. Apple doesn't like it bcuz she doesn't wanna hurt Marsh, so she and Bow can tend to get into arguments abt it OFTEN, and usually while in the middle of cuddling Marshmallow 😭 poor girl... Her gfs are STUPID. Uhmmm and Bow has to work Up to corporeality, the first time she tries to kiss Marsh she gets too excited and overwhelmed from all the emotions and also being Physical again. She runs away from the situation and then stays alone in her room out of sheer embarrassment for a few days after, and then they slowly work up to making out on the couch like they've always dreamed of. They have to start with things like hand holding and sitting next to each other and altho Bow appreciates it, it also makes her feel a little silly and immature, but it's worth it.

I don't think Apple would willingly bite Marsh, but I think she must wonder what it'd be like, as a food object herself who can't rlly b gnawed the same way. I also like to think Bow is kind of a flirt but that it's all just a huge act to make her look cool in front of her gfs, and she drops it the second one of them flirts back cuz she gets too bashful to think of a response. OH and sometimes Bow will possess Marsh so she can kiss Apple and know what That feels like, except Apple takes this as a challenge to prove that she's better at kissing than Marshmallow, and gets a lil offended when Bow doesn't get so flustered she runs away for days. Bow doesn't like possessing Marsh as much bcuz Bow is so cold as a ghost and Marsh is cold too so it's very chilly to possess her, she likes possessing Apple better becuz Apple is so nice and warm.

Dough isn't rlly one of the polycule, but I think out of friendship and camaraderie he can get kisses on the cheek. I think he's mostly confused and doesn't rlly care, but at least partially likes to be included and appreciated. He kind of just goes "uhm.. Ew.." and wipes his cheek off and flies away. It's more of a familial thing, or for Marsh poking fun at him

Okayyyy that's all I got for noww hope this is what you meant by Marshmallow kiss lore I'm so sorry if it wasnt but in my defense I'm well known for my charming stupidity

[jesi-jess]

Advice on Selling Digital Comics?📚

I am not saying I am doing comics now or anytime soon, more so I am looking into some options of doing so and would just like the information if I decided to try it when I can. Clip studio is really great for comic making on that front and I'd be really curious in exploring the features it gives.

A lot more under the cut, it's a long post but I'd really love if people looked it over and helped me out! Reblogs are much appreciated and thank you for those that share and help!😭💖✨

Some of my thoughts with it:

Pages will be a A4 comic page style in left to right reading format, no physicals/prints will be thought for and supported (as in I won't make physicals myself or allow selling from others, but I will be fine with private prints for yourself and friends. I just can't guarantee the comic will be up to printing standards!).

Comics would range in Fandom and Original on topics in SFW to NSFW (non-sexual and sexual), so it needs to be a place that allows all of that. I work around various stuff and like exploring topics in my works, I don't want to be stuck to a SFW or NSFW only side of things.

They would be coming out in full with a pdf and png formats, not a 'by chapter' release. Would be mostly a 1 shot or Dojin styled comics but who knows if I end up liking it a lot, I might do multi-chapters, etc.

I was thinking of prices ranging from 5$ to 30$ counting on the length and style of comic (monotone lower, color higher).

Would like being able to pay for the comics to have multiple available options (card, paypal, etc). This is low priority but preferred.

My first thought was Itchio, cause of the light page customization along with it. But before I am sold on using that I wanted to ask around for advice from others that maybe do it too?

Some sites I won't be using though; - Nothing Subscriber Based (patron and the likes) - Gumroad - Webtoon (not meant for that format)

Also how hard is it to post and maintain more than one place to buy for low energy people? I'd like to hear from other people how that goes (and how tasking it can be). Kofi and Etsy were on my mind, but more looking at Itchio right now. And of course I am open to looking at anything else people recommend!

On a last note, how would peps feel about buying high resolution of artworks like the idea of an artbook but just the png and gif files instead of a pdf? I was pondering the idea along with comics though not sure if I should even try posting old art now or wait for just this year and go forward from there. Also should I focus purely on fanart or all of it? I'd be find doing a package deal or something, just thought it'd be fun as well.

I would not include commissions, adopts/customs, and gift art of original characters ever. Only works with my characters in it or is fanart!

[eshithepetty]

don't feel the need to reply to this but THANK YOU so much for your ritsu meta, i always love reading when you post and even if i don't always agree 100% you have such amazing and insightful meta about mp100, especially ritsu. like ritsu as a character resonated with me SO MUCH and i could see myself in him and i actually like that he snapped because of all the pressure and loneliness he was under, because it felt so realistic to me. and i really do think that even if it's lighthearted, the fandom DOES mischaracterize him a lot and that he's not just emo or angsty or violent, and it's really depressing to see people depict ritsu as like... depressed, jealous, making stupid decisions, mean, etc ALL the time. it honestly gets super frustrating... i guess i just want to say that i really appreciate when people do take the time to analyze his character and see his good traits, and that i am really grateful to you for like, continuing to treat every mp100 character with respect

Yesss,,, you're so right anon actually. Every character in mp100 gets flanderized by the fandom from time to time, that will just happen with fandoms, and with mp100 it's an especially easy issue to fall into because... like. As that one post by scribe said, mp100's characters work on contradictions, and people aren't usually well versed in working with that. but with Ritsu, it does seem to paint him in a rather negative light, huh? Those aspects of his character do exist, but it does get frustrating when, as I've said before, they're the only ones people focus on to a surface level. I'm not gonna be the most coherent rn cause I hadn't been able to sleep all night (not related to anything, my sleep schedule's just fucked lmao), but I really feel you anon on that. I see a lot of myself and my sibling in Ritsu (and Mob), and so I guess that's why it sometimes hurts for me too - to see people dismissing him as just 'angry' and 'irrational', to see his struggles boiled down to him just being dramatic. I'm not gonna get into it, and I'm aware this is my own personal baggage to work through, but yeah.

I will say, though, I find the comments about how silly it is for Ritsu to be angsting over people 'complimenting him' especially funny 😭 bro you dont even know how much people lauding you over your sibling while you both are actually in extreme distress and can't actually communicate enough to help each other can fuck you up lmao

Anyways!!! Thank you for that last comment as well <33 I'm not a very funny person, or a very active part of the fandom, or someone who does well in forging connections and being entertaining, but I do try my best to always understand these characters and express how I feel about them. That's my way of having fun with shows ig, I really like diving deep into these things and having discussions with people and losing my mind over little funny guys (my friends on discord will be able to attest to this, based on how many inane rambles they've been subjected to. Hi Kegan and Saj if u happen to read this hdhsjhehe) So thank you for sending this ask as well, and allowing me to talk some more :)

I should be preparing for school now, though, so I'll end it here. Hope you have a good day/night anon, as well as everyone else reading this <3

[official-cvntified-gay]

Okay, HEAR ME OUT-

CEO Alcina (becuz its pretty hot) and Reader is a employee of hers and is just a babbling mess around her, becomes an absolute klutz and can't do anything right when she's near 😭😭

Idk i just thought it'll be a pretty cute idea lol, i don't have anything else to add so work your magic babes

Anyways, thanks so much and love your work lots much!!!💞💞💞

Focus (on me)

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: I just wanna say I appreciate you and everyone who likes, comments, reblogs, and requests, y'all deserve some good fu- let me not go there but really, thank you so much I really appreciate it especially now I'm coming back to writing<3

The luxurious halls of Dimitrescu Enterprises were as grand as ever, but today, they seemed to stretch on forever as you made your way to Alcina’s office. Your heartbeat echoed louder than the sharp clack of your heels, betraying your nerves.

There was no hiding it—you were an absolute disaster around Alcina Dimitrescu, and it had been that way since your first day at the company. She was the kind of woman who commanded the attention of everyone in the room with her sheer presence. But when it came to you, it was more than her imposing height or her cool, authoritative demeanor that set you off. The effect she had on you was intense, overwhelming, and intimate in ways you could barely begin to understand.

Your breath hitched at the mere thought of being near her, and that wasn’t helping the situation. You had to focus, keep calm. But focusing was becoming more and more difficult with every passing day, especially when Alcina seemed to relish your awkwardness.

A few weeks ago, you had an early morning coffee run for the team. Balancing too many cups at once, you made your way through the building, hoping to avoid any mishaps. But of course, Alcina stepped into the elevator just as the doors were closing.

You froze instantly, the air thick with the scent of her perfume—a heady mix of something expensive and intoxicating. The tension in the small space skyrocketed the moment her eyes fell on you.

"Good morning," Alcina greeted, her voice as smooth as velvet, those piercing eyes locking onto yours.

“M-Morning!” you squeaked, your palms immediately beginning to sweat. Your grip on the tray of coffees slipped, and before you could stop it, one cup tilted just slightly enough for hot liquid to spill over the side.

Panic gripped you as the coffee splashed onto her polished shoes. You gasped, bending down immediately with a clumsy, desperate apology. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t—”

"Stop," Alcina said, her voice a gentle but commanding rumble. She wasn’t upset; in fact, the small, amused quirk of her lips told you she might even find your frantic behavior entertaining. "Leave it. No need to fuss."

You knelt there, staring up at her for a second too long before scrambling to stand. "I didn’t mean—" you started, but words failed you. Alcina tilted her head slightly, observing you with that unreadable gaze of hers, which only made your heart pound harder.

“I should be more careful next time,” you muttered under your breath, so embarrassed you could barely see straight.

"I imagine you have a hard time focusing when I’m near," Alcina said, her voice low and teasing. You blinked, unsure whether you had heard her right. But the smile that flickered across her lips as she stepped out of the elevator confirmed it. She knew exactly what she was doing to you, and she enjoyed it.

Your second major misstep happened during an all-hands meeting. You had spent hours perfecting the slides, mentally rehearsing the data points you needed to highlight. It was a big opportunity, and you had convinced yourself that this time—this time—you wouldn’t crumble.

And then, Alcina walked in.

Her presence at the back of the room was impossible to ignore. She didn’t say a word, but you could feel her eyes on you as you started your presentation. The entire room seemed to fade into the background until there was nothing but the two of you.

“…And as you can see from the numbers,” you said, your voice faltering when you glanced in her direction. Alcina’s gaze was steady, unyielding, making you forget what you were supposed to say next. You tried to pick up where you left off, but your hands were shaking, and the remote slipped from your fingers, clattering loudly to the floor.

The room went silent. Your face flushed with embarrassment as you quickly stooped to pick it up, but by the time you stood again, you had completely lost your place.

“I-I’m sorry, I… um…” You couldn’t even look at Alcina now, though you were sure she was still watching you with that same quiet amusement. Somehow, you managed to get through the rest of the presentation, though you were sure you hadn’t made a single coherent point.

Afterward, as the room emptied, Alcina passed by you. She didn’t stop, but she murmured just loud enough for you to hear, “Flustered again, I see. You should learn to control that.”

The warmth in her tone made your stomach flip. She didn’t just notice how affected you were by her—she relished it.

After weeks of fumbling around Alcina, you started overthinking every interaction. You convinced yourself she had picked up on your feelings, that she knew how easily she could twist you into knots with just a glance. But what if she was toying with you? Or worse—what if she thought you were incompetent?

The anxiety gnawed at you constantly. Whenever her name appeared in an email, your stomach churned. Your work performance started to suffer because you couldn’t think about anything other than her. It wasn’t just her beauty or her confidence—it was the way she made you feel so small and yet so seen all at once.

One evening, long after everyone else had gone home, you were still at your desk, trying to focus on the stack of work in front of you. But all you could think about was Alcina. Your mind replayed every awkward moment, every word she’d ever said to you. The frustration built until you had to stand up, pacing the room to clear your head.

What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t avoid her forever.

Then your phone buzzed. You picked it up, heart pounding when you saw the notification: a meeting request from Alcina.

Subject: Discussion

Time: Tomorrow, 10 AM

Location: My office

Your stomach dropped. You stared at the screen for several moments, overthinking every possible reason she could want to see you. Did she finally get tired of your nervousness around her? Was she going to confront you about your embarrassing behavior? Were you being fired?

The questions spiraled in your mind all night and well into the next day. By the time 10 AM rolled around, you were a nervous wreck.

You knocked lightly on Alcina’s office door, your palms slick with sweat. You had barely slept, and your anxiety was at an all-time high. When her smooth voice called, “Enter,” you took a deep breath, stepping inside with your heart lodged in your throat.

The office was as grand as ever, filled with rich mahogany furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the room in soft light. Alcina sat behind her desk, her dark eyes immediately locking onto you as you entered.

You felt your legs tremble slightly as you approached, trying to keep your voice steady. “You wanted to see me, Ms. Dimitrescu?”

“Sit,” she commanded softly, and you obeyed, nearly tripping over your own feet. Alcina’s lips twitched, but she didn’t say anything about your clumsiness.

The silence stretched on as she watched you, her eyes drinking in every nervous twitch, every fidget of your hands. She leaned back in her chair, exuding effortless power, and you could hardly breathe under her gaze.

“I’ve noticed something,” she finally said, her voice low and smooth, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “You’ve been… distracted.”

Your heart raced faster. “D-Distracted?” you stammered. “I-I didn’t mean to be, Ms. Dimitrescu. I—”

She raised a hand, and you immediately fell silent. Alcina stood, circling her desk with deliberate steps. Your throat tightened as she approached, towering over you as she stopped just inches away.

“Do you know what I think?” she asked, her voice dropping to a near whisper. She leaned in, her breath ghosting across your ear. “I think you’ve been distracted by me.”

Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t stop yourself from nodding slightly. Her proximity, the way her voice seemed to wrap around you—it was too much.

She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. “You’re always so flustered when I’m near. It’s endearing, but also…” She paused, her fingers lightly grazing your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “I wonder how much of your focus I could take if I really tried.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing in your throat. Every nerve in your body was on high alert, her touch sending electricity through you.

“Alcina…” you whispered, barely able to form the word.

Her eyes darkened at the sound of her name on your lips. She smirked, leaning closer until her lips were just inches from yours. "Yes, draga mea?"

Your head was spinning. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe with her so close. Her presence overwhelmed you, filling every inch of your consciousness.

“I… I can’t…” you managed to stammer, but you didn’t know what you were even trying to say. You were helpless under her gaze, completely at her mercy.

“I know,” Alcina purred. “That’s why I enjoy it so much.”

Before you could respond, she tilted your face up further and pressed her lips softly to your forehead, the intimate gesture enough to make your breathcatch in your throat. The softness of her lips against your skin contrasted sharply with the tension coiling in the air between you. It was overwhelming—the weight of her presence, the deliberate way she touched you, knowing exactly how it would unravel you.

Alcina lingered there, her lips still grazing your forehead as if savoring the moment. Then, slowly, she pulled back, but not far enough to break the connection. Her eyes were locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart stutter.

“Focus, darling,” she whispered, her voice sending shivers down your spine. “I need all of your attention.”

You blinked, your mind struggling to catch up. All of your attention? As if she didn’t already have it completely. But this wasn’t about work anymore; you could feel it in the air—the shift, the dangerous edge to her words.

“I—I’m trying,” you managed to say, your voice a mere breath, barely audible. But it was the truth. You were trying—trying to focus on anything other than the warmth of her touch, the way her scent enveloped you, the magnetic pull that seemed to draw you closer to her despite the voice in the back of your mind screaming at you to regain some semblance of control.

Alcina’s smirk widened, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of your jaw, igniting a fire beneath your skin. “Try harder,” she said softly, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “I think you can do better than this.”

The challenge in her voice set your pulse racing, but you didn’t know how to respond. How could you? You were completely out of your depth, drowning in the sea of her dominance and allure.

“I—I don’t know how,” you whispered, your eyes searching hers, desperate for something to ground you. But all you found was that smoldering intensity, a promise of something far more consuming than you could handle.

Alcina chuckled again, the sound low and sultry. “Oh, darling,” she purred, her hand slipping down to cup your chin, holding you firmly in place. “I think you do.”

Your breath hitched as she leaned in even closer, her lips hovering just inches from yours. The air between you crackled with tension, and for a moment, you thought she might kiss you. But she didn’t. Instead, she hovered there, teasing, her warm breath fanning over your lips.

“What is it, hm?” she whispered, her voice a velvet caress. “What is it that you want, draga mea? Say it.”

You swallowed hard, your heart thundering in your chest. You knew what you wanted, but the words felt too dangerous, too heavy to speak out loud. Still, under her gaze, you couldn’t lie. You couldn’t hide.

“I want… you,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, but the truth of it hit you like a tidal wave.

Alcina’s eyes darkened at your confession, a slow, predatory smile curling at the corners of her lips. “That’s what I thought,” she murmured, her thumb still tracing the outline of your lips. “You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?”

You nodded, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. “I didn’t think—”

She silenced you with a finger pressed to your lips, her touch light but commanding. “Hush,” she said softly, her gaze never leaving yours. “I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.”

The weight of her words settled over you like a thick fog, and in that moment, you realized there was no going back. You were hers now, caught in her web, and she knew it.

Alcina’s hand slid from your chin down to your neck, her fingers curling lightly around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of who held the power here. Her other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat radiating from her body, the soft brush of her gown against your skin.

“Focus,” she whispered again, her lips so close to yours that you could almost taste her. “All of me… or nothing at all.”

With that, she closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both fierce and slow, deliberate in its intensity. It was as if time stopped, the world outside her office fading into nothing as her lips moved against yours, her hand tightening just slightly around your neck.

You melted into her, any semblance of resistance crumbling as she deepened the kiss, her dominance overwhelming yet intoxicating. Every touch, every breath, every movement was designed to claim you, to consume you completely, and you let her.

When she finally pulled back, you were breathless, your mind spinning as you tried to ground yourself in the aftermath of her kiss. Alcina smiled, her thumb brushing your swollen lips as she tilted your chin up to meet her gaze once again.

“Good,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. “Now, draga mea… I have your full attention.”

And there was no denying it. She had all of you—mind, body, and soul.

[hard-core-super-star]

“explain” why I liked your fic is too strong, I tried lmao.

but I think I've come to a conclusion!! Keyword: think. I think the subtle way you framed past relationships as a problem and how that naturally affects the characters but they get around these problems together and Kate is willing to help R even if they don't exactly say it out loud, like, they may have talked about it at some point before but not at that moment. they know each other well and seem to know each other's minds, which leads to connection and nonverbal communication about the topic in a smooth way that works for their development and the story itself. I think that's why I like your fics in general, there's always a “problem” even if it's not something big, but it reflects on the characters' dynamics and although others fics have the same formula, you seem to make it all flow naturally with the amount of information necessary, not too massive and not too “dry”. Literally that thing about sharing information in a mysterious way kajsksjwja. okay, I see it and you're right, I'll try not to collapse.

ALSO- This is

NOT

what it seems!! WHY you're making me dirty??? I already apologized for the aquaman thing 😭 (yeah, it's really obvious in your writing lmao. I usually read a lot of angst, fluff, a sincere romance, anything, but if you take one of those things and put it with a well-written and developed smut and mix in a blender I go feral because it's simply *chef's kiss*)

– 🌟

your first "explanation" was more than enough to make me all mushy and now you're giving me another one??? with even more details??? i- i think it's my turn to turn into a literal star because how am i supposed to function now? no one's ever analyzed my writing like this so forgive me for being a mess, idk how to act anymore 🥺

i am once again attempting to pull myself together to not look like a total fool. unfortunately, it's not working because how tf did you manage to see through my writing and into my mind??? like yeah. i can't come up with anything to say because you've absolutely got it. i don't always outright state what the conflict is but i always try to show it in the interactions, which is probably why red belt [and now for your love] remains one of my favorite [and dare i say best 👀] fics. the focus remains on the characters [mainly kate because i can't help it] and their feelings, both spoken and unspoken. [i think i just restated everything you said but i tried to expand on your thoughts]

ALSO, i'm not doing anything, you're the one who only listed smut fics, what else am i supposed to do with that information? [i didn't say it above but thank you for all the nice things you've said about my writing. i get very into my own head about everything i write, especially my smut fics, so i really appreciate it. i also always worry i'm info-dumping in most of my fics so you saying it all flows naturally means a lot]

[yandere-daze]

I wonder what yandere Kohaku would be like 🤔

I’d like headcanons of that :)

Sure thing!! I´m super excited to write for my favorite pink blorbo, honestly it´s about time that I finally wrote some yandere headcanons for him ^^

Still crying about the fact that I couldn´t get this card btw, it´s so beautiful! But sadly all my orbs were gone because of Mika😭 I swear that was a targeted attack from happyele

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, jealousy, murder , possessiveness, stalking (brief mention, implied)

General Yandere! Kohaku headcanons

Kohaku grew up very sheltered so I wouldn´t be surprised if he has zero experience with love. All he knows about being in love is what he picked up from the internet - the best place to learn important things about life, obviously

Because of this, Kohaku wouldn´t realize his feelings for you for the longest time, nor would he notice that he felt way too intensely for you than what was considered normal

Sometime after meeting you, Kohaku would notice that he starts to feel strange whenever you're around. He feels his heartbeat speed up and he gets nervous when he feels your gaze on him. At the same time, your presence and attention make him so indescribably happy that he can't seem to focus on anything else except your gentle smile directed at him!

He´s usually very sharp-tongued but with you, Kohaku can´t seem to utter even a single harsh word. The thought of you feeling worse about yourself because of something he said is horrifying to him!

As I said, Kohaku grew up completely sheltered, so he really has no idea what these strange feelings mean. Why does he feel so different whenever he is spending time with you?

Deciding that asking his unit mates isn't an option ( god forbid asking Rinne about this, he would rather die!), he goes to ask Aira for advice

After listening to him rant, Aira brightens up and tells him that he must be in love!

Kohaku is shocked but after looking up advice on the internet, he assumes that it must be true. The internet never lies! He's in love with you!

It starts off innocent enough, he likes being in your presence and gets a bit flustered when talking to you. It´s very unlike him and it´s also very noticeable because his cheeks have such a cute pink flush to them whenever you praise him in any way. No doubt he would have harshly scolded anyone else that tried to tease him, but not you. He might complain a bit if you keep it up because he´s so embarrassed but he doesn´t really mean it. He doesn´t want you to stop

 He also gives mean glares to anyone he deems too close to you for comfort. Can´t they see that you´re busy with him and go away? He doesn´t hesitate to show his displeasure, either by verbally lashing out at the offending party or by quietly asking you if you could move to somewhere else where you wouldn´t be interrupted

But it´s really nothing to worry about, Kohaku is just being a bit childish of course! Young love can just be so troublesome sometimes so don´t think about it too much when he starts to get a little bit possessive

But it noticeably gets worse. Much worse

Harsh remarks soon turn into insults. Insults soon turn into actual threats against all the people that constantly swarm around and bother you

Kohaku knows that the world is a bad place and so he feels like he has to protect you from it at all costs. He´s willing to do almost anything for the people he cares about and you, as his dearly beloved, are his top priority. He has to make absolutely sure that nothing happens to you

Which is why I think Kohaku is one of the few yanderes that would murder without any guilt over what they are doing. While others might be scared or horrified because of what they had just done, Kohaku feels no remorse

They had it coming for messing with you, all he did was deliver a swift judgment and get rid of a troublesome person that no one would miss anyway

He doesn´t tell you that he does this, preferring to act in the shadows, but he certainly wouldn´t hide the fact that he is glad that they are gone

Oh, you think it´s horrible that someone so close to you died? Well, they were a bad person anyway so who cares?

He genuinely thinks that this is the right thing to do, that he needs to get rid of anyone that he deems a threat to you and your safety. Kohaku outright refuses to admit that his violent jealousy might have also played a part in his killings and specifically who he went after. He thinks himself way too mature for something like that

If you end up being scared because so many of your friends and people close to keep getting found dead, then Kohaku is more than willing to act as a bodyguard for you. It gives him an excuse to be close to you without secretly following you around town, and you´ll start to see him as strong and reliable, someone that can protect you no matter what happens!

Can´t you see just how much he cares about you? How much he loves you? How he would do absolutely anything for you?

He´ll prove himself, even if it means having to get rid of the competition one by one

[theresthesnitch]

Hey!  So I just found your amazing work and end up binge-reading some of your Wolfstar fics. I couldn't not write you!

Some honorable mentions:

Dusk…. Whyyyyy?! Just tell me why! It hurted so much! I mean, it's beautifully written, and the way you portray all the pain the family get through, the second chapter where you show little by little as Sirius "losses his mind"… and then Remus… Oh god, you made me cry!!!! But don't get me wrong, it's already on the favorite list!

Then I read some happy ones, because I have a weak heart and need some comfort! eheheh 

Sal y pimenta - I laughed so hard! Really on point the Spanish parts.

Give me a sign - ugh yeaaaaas I loved the deaf Remus and genderfluid Sirius. And them being both wizards, and Sirius learning to sign for his/their soulmate 😭😭

Summer Boys - Muggle Remus??? I didn't know I needed this!

"You saved my life, Remus. At eight years old, when you found me in this park, you saved my life. You can’t get rid of me that easily.  I will find you again.” 

I'm out of words! Straight to favorites list ❤

Do you intend to finish Give me a sign and Summer Boys? 😊

And unfortunately today I have to pretend I'm a grown up and can't read more fics 😭 Just wanted to let you know that your work is appreciated! 💖 have a nice day 😘

Ah, thanks so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed these! This ask has me all giddy. 🥰

Give me a Sign and Summer Boys will absolutely be finished. The plan is for both of them to have 3 chapters each, and I’m hopin to get them wrapped up soon.

If I can be so bold, here’s some recs for where to go next (after you’re done being a grown up, for course):

What We Do To Get By is the one I just finished. It’s angsty, start to finish, but I love this version of wolfstar.

Lonely (but not alone) is a modern magic AU I’m writing with @aqua-myosotis. It’s a Sirius raises Harry, Remus raises Teddy fic. Still a WIP, but the next chapter is hopefully coming son. 🤞

Nights on the Knight Bus is a meet-ugly AU where Remus works on the Knight Bus and Sirius is looking for somewhere to sleep for few nights until James gets home after running away from Grimmauld place. It’s really just PWP, but it’s fun.

Under the Right Moon is an angsty get together fic that focus’s on Remus’s non-linear recovery from trauma. Some heavy TW in the tags, so make sure to check that if you need to.

Baby Harry’s BIG News is Wolfstar babysitting Harry, and it’s just funny and sweet.

If you come back for more (or if anyone else wants) let me know if you’re interested in anything other than wolfstar. I’ve got a ton of Jily, Wolfstarbucks, Moonchaser, or Wolfstar+extras if you’re interested in any of that.