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dira333 · 3 months

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Date Nights - Aizawa Shouta

From the Date Night Series - Tagging @alienaiver

Edit: You need to have this visual while reading

“Are you ready to go?”

Shouta looks up from his desk. He’d been so close to resting his head on it, to giving his tired eyes some much-needed rest.

Your smile is warm and inviting. And it makes something tingle in the back of his brain, something he’d been trying to remember all week.

“Oh no,” he groans softly, “I forgot our date.”

Your smile doesn’t falter.

“I heard about your day from Hizashi,” your voice does not carry any resentment yet his heart is thundering in his chest.

God, he’d been so anxious about it, had been pondering where to go and what to do for hours, how could he forget?

“Let me just get a coffee real quick and we’ll be good to go,” Shouta insists. He’ll also need at least five minutes in a bathroom and a spare change of clothes. He knows he looks more like a homeless person than anything else right now and he probably smells like it too.

“No need,” you wave him off. His heart stutters to a halt.

Please don’t cancel, Shouta thinks, just as you reach out and take his hand. Your fingers are warm against his own cold ones, bad circulation be damned.

“I asked you out, so of course I planned the date. Come on, we don’t want to miss anything.”

“But coffee-” He manages, his heart pitter-pattering away as he follows you down the hallways of the school.

They are deserted, thankfully. As much as he loves the feel of your hand in his, he couldn’t bear it if anyone saw.

Your car is a lime-green monstrosity. You smile sheepishly when he stares at it.

“I like bright colors,” you shrug, “And I’ve never lost my car in a car park since I’ve bought it.”

He can’t argue against that. The seats are soft and he can feel himself slipping, almost falling asleep against the window. When he jerks away, adamant to at least look awake if he’s not looking like much else, he finds your hand resting on his knee. His mouth runs dry. Can he? Is he supposed to?

He puts his hand on yours and you turn to smile at him before looking back at the road.

It’s a quiet ride. Somewhere in the organized chaos of his brain, he jots down that you don’t listen to music while you drive. It’s a welcome change from sharing rides with Hizashi.

“We’re here.” You park in front of an apartment complex. “Come on up.”

Your keys jingle in your hand as you walk in front of him, up the stairs and down a hallway. You open the door that has your name on it.

His heart thunders traitorously. Did you bring him to your place for your first date? Why?

His mouth won’t let him form words, so he follows you silently, his mind racing ahead.

It’s only when he’s slipped out of his shoes and pulled on the bunny slippers you’ve placed for him, that he makes sene of what’s going on.

In the middle of your living room is a fort of pillows and blankets, big enough to house All Might in his muscle form if he wanted to.

Shouta stops and stares. You do flourish your arms. “Tada! Do you want something to drink first? I thought it was a good idea because you honestly always look like you don’t get enough rest and it’s important to take care of each other’s needs in a relationship and I asked you out so-”

It’s the first time he’s heard you rambling today and the familiar sound soothes his nerves a little. At least you’re nervous too.

He steps forward, boldened by your own actions, and kisses you.

You sink into it right away, arms thrown around him to pull him even closer.

When you pull back first, he can’t help but chase after you, to sink further into your embrace as you giggle with your face pressed against his neck.

“I’ll make you something to drink, okay?” You whisper, face still hidden away. “Make yourself comfortable.”

He wakes up hours later, throat perched, head in your lap.

You’re reading something on a tablet, one hand free to drag itself through his hair in a motion that could put him back to sleep again.

“So, about a second date…” You ask when you stop at his place in the morning so that he can get a fresh set of clothes before work. You’re not looking at him but your hands are squeezing the steering wheel, telling him how nervous you are.

He leans over and kisses you, pouring all his feelings into the gesture.

“There’s a bookstore in my neighborhood,” he offers, “We could go there after school. Today shouldn’t be as draining and even if, I want to go with you.”

Your smile could light up the world. It certainly lights up his.

“Ready to go?” Shouta’s patting himself down as he asks. He’s got his keyes, his pain medication, his phone is fully charged and his wallet’s there too.

You’re still on the Couch, petting Muffin. The old tabby is purring so loud he can hear it from the entryway.

“For what?” You ask, a little distracted by Muffin trying to chew on your fingertips.

“We’ve got a Date, honey. Why did you think Deku picked up Eri?”

“Because he wants to spend time with her?” You pull Muffin from your lap and deposit her on a pillow, kissing her head when she mews.

You yawn as you walk over, don’t cover your mouth in favor of brushing the pet hair from your legs.

“What kind of date?” You ask as you pull close and kiss him, snuggle into his embrace.

“There’s this new Bookshop a few blocks down. I walked past it a few times when I went to the park with Eri and it looked promising.”

“Really?” You furrow your brows. “How do I not know about it? I’ve never seen one when I go to the park with her.”

“That’s because we take a different route. More cats, less foot traffic.” He kisses your cheek and pushes you toward the bedroom.

“Five minutes, you need a different sweater. I won’t go out with you looking like this.”

You stick your tongue out at him, but comply.

When you come back, he can’t help the laugh bubbling in his throat. You’re wearing a Ganriki Neko sweater in purple and turquoise over a purple skirt and turquoise tights, an outfit he’s seen last at one of Hizashi’s costume parties.

“How do I look?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Like I need sunglasses to take you in,” He jokes.

The walk to the bookstore is short and quiet. You’ve been distracted lately,

Maybe it’s the new Class you’ve got or Eri’s recurring nightmares, but he’d been planning a date like this for a while now. Taking a break just hasn’t gotten easier now that they’re parents.

“Pspsps,” He leans down to feed a snack to the little black kitten that Eri has fallen in love with. It’s well groomed and clearly belongs to someone, but it loves coming over to say hi.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Shouta declares the moment you step into the store. It’s lovely, not entirely rebuilt, but rather renovated, giving the old, darkened wood some new life.

You nod and wander around, peeking at the shelves in search of something that tickles your interest. He finds you in the non-fiction aisle not much later, deeply invested in a cookbook.

“This has everything,” you explain. “How to eat during your pregnancy or if you want to increase the chances as well as how to feed children of different ages.”

“Okay? How are the recipes though? We’ve got plenty of cookbooks at home we don’t use.”

“True,” you grumble. It’s your least favorite thing about him, how he tends to stop you from impulse buying. He offers you your drink before you can dwell on that any longer.

“For you, sugar with a side of coffee.”

“Har Har.” You mock laugh before taking a sip of the concoction, furrowing your brows a little. “It tastes a little off,” you claim. “Did you ask for something from the menu?”

“No, I gave them your special recipe. Sorry, do you want something different?”

“No, it’s fine. They probably made it for the first time this way.” You take another sip and your brows relax. “I’m just a little weird today.”

“I’m a little weird everyday,” he offers and you lean into him, heavy, warm and familiar.

“Let’s take a look around, shall we?” He grabs your free hand with his, swings them around as he pulls you forward. There’s plenty to see and soon enough, his arms grow loaded with books. The newest edition of the manga Hitoshi reads, a signed biography of a Hero Hizashi’s still very enthusiastic about, bookmarks and a little Neko Nightlight for Eri, the list goes on.

“I need to sit down for a bit,” Shouta exclaims when you turn back towards the non-fiction again. “You can find me at the children’s books.”

“Okay.” You get on your tiptoes and kiss his stubble. “I won’t take long.”

Shouta’s halfway through a book about a little mole looking for a home when you come back. He’s accustomed to the sound of your footsteps, even if they come a little more hesitant, like now.

You’ve got one book in your arms, the title hidden as it’s pressed against your stomach.

There’s a shy smile on your face as you turn it around to show him the cover.

“How to be Pregnant for Dummies.”

He reads it and reads it again. The news take a moment to seep into his brain but when it does, he almost takes down the book display with how fast he jumps from his seat.

“No way!”

“SHHH!” Someone shushes him from the front. Shouta doesn’t care.

You’re smiling, eyes a little teary.

“Since when do you know?”

“I got the results today, but I missed my period so I’ve had a hunch for a week or so. It’s still pretty early.” You giggle when he peppers kisses all over your face, making it almost impossible for you to keep talking.

“Sorry, I was a little bit in my head the last few days.”

“It’s okay. It’s big news.”

“Hm. How do we tell Eri? And Hitoshi? And-”

Shouta turns around and pulls a book from the pile he wants to buy.

“Little Neko got a sibling?” You ask, a little dumbfounded. “How did you know?”

His smile is a little sheepish. He can never lie to you.

“I didn’t. But the Neko was cute.”

You laugh at that, pull him closer. It reminds him of their first second date.

Of cuddling in a corner at the bookstore, away from prying eyes.

Some things will never change, even with a metal leg and a new life on the way.

“Where do you wanna go next?” He asks when the books are paid for, hanging off his right arm as you lean onto his left.

You blink up at him, eyes still a little red-rimmed from all the happy tears.

“When’s Eri coming home?”

“Two hours, maybe. Do you wanna go home and cuddle?”

You ponder that for a second, your hands warm on his.

“Let’s get ice cream,” you decide, a wide smile on your face. “And when we get back, we can make a fort!”

Shouta pulls you close, presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

“I love you.”

“Mhm,” You grin up at him. “I love you more.”

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 9 months

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Accidental Confessions

REQUEST: I FINALLY THOUGHT OF MY REQUEST May I request Azul, Jade and Riddle getting high because of mushrooms for some unknown reason and confessing to a gn reader bc their ability to stay composed just went completely out the window? It's more of a fluff/crack idea I came up with, sorry if it's not too clear @thehollowwriter

SUMMARY: When the usually cool and composed guys accidentally confess due to... Some interesting foods. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: Mushrooms (need I say anything else), maybe OOC, Jade and Floyd and Azul shenanigans, they may act like they're under the influence of drugs (no actual drugs in the story though!!), these poor guys (please give them hugs), Ace is chaos A/N: Me, trying to make sure I get everything right: *types in Google* "what happens when you get high" on my school computer Don't do drugs guys :D (I would've said kids but I'm like 96% sure that most of the people reading my fics are in fact older than me) I love how I finished this a while ago and then was like "I'm gonna add a bit more to the end" and it was only like a paragraph- Azul is my favorite, you can see from how much I write for him </3 Also I love fluff and crack, I enjoy writing it the most! Feel free to send more requests like these <3

Azul Ashengrotto

You know, Azul should have known better.

Jade always went out and got some mushrooms on his hikes, and he seemed pretty confident that he knew the different types of mushrooms.

But one single mistake - a mushroom similar enough to a perfectly fine edible one - and now he felt woozy.

Great.

It wasn't an unpleasant experience - he felt happy in that dreamy way, where you weren't able to comprehend much. But he knew this was bad.

What if he got addicted? That would ruin all his plans for his future. He needed to have a clear head.

He really should've been resting, but unfortunately, Floyd had ran off (most likely so he didn't have to be near the mushrooms). Due to that, Mostro Lounge needed an extra pair of hands.

So when he saw you, he immediately was on guard as much as he could be. Who knows what he could let slip when you were so close, and his thinking wasn't at its best…

He tried to avoid you, but unfortunately (again? Why were so many bad things happening to him today?) you sat at the table closest to him.

He had to go up to you and take your order. Your sweet smile almost made him melt, a soft flush on his cheeks as he just nodded quietly, jotting your order down.

You thought it was odd - Azul was usually the type to chat people up, try to get as much of a profit in as possible - but today was different. It made you a bit worried, honestly.

As you asked if he was all right, Azul's eyes widened.

His mind went blank, and the only words that left his lips were, "Sorry, you were just really cute, and I-" He froze as he realized the words he said, trying to backtrack, but he couldn't think right. "I mean, I just thought your smile was- you- I-" He shook his head slightly. "Forget it," he said, hands shaking slightly out of embarrassment as he turned and walked away.

As Jade had been watching and listening to the interaction, he quickly made your order before handing it to Azul (who had been hoping for some rest behind the counter before seeing you). Jade was saying something about how Azul really needed to be quicker with processing orders - Azul was pretty sure that Jade knew about his feelings toward the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm.

Azul sighed softly before trudging back to you, the food and drink you ordered held in a tray. "There you go."

As you inquired about what his previous words had been about, he saw the teasing glint in your eyes.

Did you know?

"It was nothing- I just like you a-" A slip of the tongue. Damn it. He hadn't meant to say that. He quickly backed away before almost sprinting to the VIP Room, his cheeks flushed a bright red. He almost ran into the doorframe though (which Jade may or may not have taken a picture of).

Bonus:

"I told you that Azul likes you a lot." Jade smiled, a small glint of his teeth showing. "Did you plan this?" "Jade might've given Azul an unusual mushroom~" That sing-songy voice had to be Floyd's. "I knew it." You rolled your eyes a little. "That was cute, though. Although your method might have been a little mean. Poor Azul." "You can go talk to him after you enjoy your meal." Jade smiled at you. "And Floyd, you haven't had anything to eat. Perhaps you would like one of the mushroom soups I've made?" "No- I've had enough of your mushrooms." A soft whine came out of the other tweel's lips. "But maybe Koebi-chan wants some?" "Thanks for the offer, but I probably should go to Azul as soon as possible." You laughed softly. "There's no telling what's happening to him right now, after all."

Jade Leech

Jade had a heavy mishap on his hands. He had gone a bit overboard with picking his mushrooms, and then Floyd had gone and messed with his careful labeling.

And then he didn't check the contents and labels thoroughly before he put them into a little snack for himself.

So now here he was, stumbling to Ramshackle Dorm for no reason in particular.

It was a wonder how he hadn't stumbled off the path, what with the hallucinations he was seeing.

He stumbled inside (luckily the door wasn't locked), quickly moving to your room.

At first you thought he was Floyd due to how off he was acting. But nope, that was definitely Jade.

"Jade?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at the male. "What are you doing here?"

"I love youuuuu." Well, that was a surprise.

Now you were really wondering if this wasn't Floyd. It sounded like something he would say.

As the tall male draped himself over you, you awkwardly tried to get both of you comfortable on the small chair. It was no use, however, as you toppled off of your chair and onto the ground.

You let out a soft huff, staring up at Jade who had fallen on top of you. How fun…

He seemed to have fallen asleep, relaxed on top of you. Well, at least he didn't seem to have gotten hurt.

You awkwardly patted his hair as you gave up trying to move. The floor was uncomfortable… But you could bear it, you didn't want to stop looking at Jade's sleeping face.

Riddle Rosehearts

Ace, the prankster he was, had put in an insane amount of sugar in some cookies he was making. He had then given the cookies to Riddle.

The unsuspecting Riddle had accepted the cookies, feeling a bit confused. Why was Ace making cookies…? No matter.

He was starting to eat some of the cookies when you had been brought to the Heartslabyul dorm (totally not by force).

You were also confused, and for good reason. Ace was saying something about pranking his housewarden, but to be honest? What reason did he have for calling you here?

You were pretty sure it was just so Ace didn't get punished. He didn't want to keep getting in trouble, after all. Though, the rational thought would be to not prank Riddle at all… But oh well.

"Hey, Riddle," you said, feeling a bit uncertain. You smiled a little at the male.

"Oh- hi, kantokusei." The red-haired male blinked at you, looking confused.

"Yeah, so- Ace dragged me here? I don't really know why, but-"

He paused for a heartbeat before replying. "I don't know why he brought you here either." He sighed softly, shaking his head.

"Well…" You shrugged awkwardly. "Are those cookies any good?" You gestured vaguely towards the plate in front of him.

"They're too sweet." Riddle frowned a little. "Ace has no delicacy in doing these things, he thinks more is always better."

You let out a soft laugh. "Sounds like him." Just as you reached for a cookie, his hand brushed past yours.

He froze, cheeks flushing adorably. All the sugar in his system was making his heart race and not be focused on what he was thinking.

Before he could even question it, he grabbed your hands. "…I like you a lot." he got out before freezing yet again, hands still holding yours. Why had he said that?

Little did either of you know, Ace was wheezing behind the closed door. He had put in a small little potion, nothing major, that caused a person to say what they felt to the person they liked. He had gotten it from Azul, and it clearly had worked.

The deal had been worth it to get blackmail on his housewarden. Now, if only he could somehow use this to get rid of Riddle as housewarden and all of his strict rules… That would be great. Maybe he could even actually win?

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EVEN IT'S A LIE !

epilogue.

[ a / n ; i finished! who would've thought. ]

series masterlist. | previous.

— two years later !

after having to deal with the baggage from ao'nung, the past couple of years had been nothing short of focusing on yourself. with the help of your friends, you were able to find yourself again, assuring yourself you'd never let a man dictate the way you felt about yourself ever again.

of course, avoiding ao'nung when you go to the same university is nearly impossible. you see each other in passing every few months or so, trying your best to limit any sort of contact with each other.

you'd grown closer with rotxo, with him being a better friend to you than you ever could have expected. it's strange, how well you're able to avoid ao'nung when your best friends with the two people closest to him.

still, the limited contact keeps the damage to a minimum.

because you'd be lying if you said you didn't think of him from time to time, the three words he claimed to be nothing but the truth. and how you were deceived into feeling the same.

but you're content, and over time you'd started to find yourself again. making it a weekly thing to just go out on your own, to your favorite cafe for some alone time.

so when you walk in, the last thing you expect to see is ao'nung's face behind the counter, an apron tied around his figure.

you feel your throat go dry when his eyes widen, and he tries to keep as professional as he can, clearing his throat before speaking up. "what can i get for you today?"

"uhm," you stutter, blinking multiple times before bringing yourself back to reality. it's more than a shock, seeing him in a place that was supposed to bring you peace, and now is making your head spin in such a way it makes you forget your usual order. "just a iced chai, please."

"you wanna take a muffin with that?"

you're surprised as the question slips out his mouth. you've always liked to pair your drink with some sort of muffin over the years, a small detail you definitely didn't expect him to remember.

"uh, yes please. how about a-"

"blueberry." he says quietly and in sync with you as he jots it down casually. you don't understand how he seems to be so nonchalant over this, like the interaction isn't so out of the blue for him.

you both stand there silently as he finishes up the order, and you pay, your eyes meeting after. and when they do, it's like you could fall into him all over again. his eyes are like the ocean, waves so dangerous yet you can't help but want to jump in. you have to pull your gaze away, breaking you both out the trance.

"look, i'm- i'm really sorry," he breathes out, and taking this as an opportunity as nobody else is in line behind you, and the cafe is experiencing its dead hour. "i know it was years ago, but i was an asshole. really. and i just- i've worked on myself, and i've had time to reflect, and i still can't believe i did what i did."

you smile at the sincerity of his voice, and you can do nothing but believe him. it's true, he's grown as a person in the past years and so have you. you can practically see how he's matured, carrying himself with a calm sense of confidence, different from the cockiness that once was.

"it's alright, really," you assure, nodding as you're finally able to hold a civil conversation after all this time. "i mean- we're both really different people now. we've grown, and learned, and it's water under the bridge, honestly. and i know it might not mean much," i chuckle. "but i was finally able to bring myself to forgive you."

"it's a lot," he admits, smiling back at you with a certain sweetness behind it. "it's everything. really." he assures, and this time, you're sure he means it.

after a few smiling moments you glance down, deciding to take a leap.

"would you like to join me? maybe for just a bit, i know you're working. but.. just as friends."

because despite what ao'nung did to you, there's always a soft spot for him in your heart. always a part of you that will know him, no matter how much he changes. and maybe you don't realize it either, but it's just the same for him.

his smile grows even wider at the invitation, and you can feel your heart swell at the sight.

"i'd love to."

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wambsgansshoelaces · 4 months

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oooo maybe headcanons about dating the succession girlies? like shiv, tabby, willa maybe even sandi if you like her (nobody else seems to). Or just anything involving any female characters I feel like there’s so little for lesbians out there lol 💜 I love your writing and I think it’s so sweet how happy you are to receive requests and always thanking your anons

I love women so I’m very happy I got this request

and I do love getting requests- it means people enjoy my writing and that makes me feel good about myself. #traumadump but I don’t really have any friends so I get really happy when people interact positively with me. and without anons like you, I can’t have these happy moments. so all the kisses and hugs for you 🫂

thank you so much for requesting <33 please feel free to leave all the lesbian brainrot in my ask box- im a self anointed unlabeled princess and both want to chew on jeremy allen white’s biceps and be cradled (and honestly just looked at) by sarah snook (and various other concerning things with various other people)

please enjoy and let me know what you think x

how you meet (wlw)

Shiv

ᝰ you’re in the bathroom at a restaurant trying to get something out of your eye

ᝰ it’s actually aggravating

ᝰ you’re beginning to cry

ᝰ “hey, are you okay?”

ᝰ you forget about whatever the fuck is in your eye when you look at her

ᝰ she’s gorgeous

ᝰ ethereally so

ᝰ you know you’re going to dream of her tonight

ᝰ so much so that all you say is “eyeball”, your voice cracking

ᝰ “oh, god, yeah. let me see?”

ᝰ you turn so that your body is facing hers

ᝰ she cups your cheek with one hand, using the other to pull down your lower eyelid

ᝰ “i think it’s an eyelash,” she murmurs

ᝰ you spend a bit rolling your eye around trying to push it

ᝰ eventually you do, along with a fat ass tear

ᝰ she wipes it away with her thumb

ᝰ “thank you…”

ᝰ she gives you a smile in response

ᝰ and then she’s gone

ᝰ you’re kicking yourself honestly

ᝰ you should’ve gotten her number

ᝰ you get yourself together in front of the mirror

ᝰ but before you push the door open, it opens on it’s own

ᝰ *she opens it

ᝰ “um, i just wanted to ask, could i get your number?”

ᝰ “please, it’s yours.”

Tabitha

ᝰ you’re out shopping at an outlet mall

ᝰ it’s january, it’s still freezing cold, you don’t have enough sweaters

ᝰ you browse the racks, truly bored out of your mind

ᝰ you like shopping, yeah, but only with someone else

ᝰ and you didn’t have anyone else

ᝰ it’s been lonely

ᝰ you’re stuck between two sweaters, the same price, right under your budget

ᝰ you kind of just hold them in front of you and stare at them

ᝰ “the pink would be so cute on you,” she says

ᝰ when you turn, it’s like heaven and earth collide

ᝰ her hair, her eyes, just her face

ᝰ your heart’s twisting around like you’d stuck it in a washing machine

ᝰ “you think so?”

ᝰ “compliments your undertones.” she takes the sleeve of the pink sweater, her eyes skitting over it appreciatively

ᝰ you hold the other one out at her

ᝰ “this one brings out your eyes.”

ᝰ she looks you up and down, smile playing at her lips

ᝰ you’re pretty sure you fall for her then

ᝰ she takes the sweater from you, grinning now

ᝰ “i’m tabitha. there’s this pretty dress i want to see you try on.”

ᝰ you spend the next three hours shopping together

ᝰ you just can’t bring yourself to leave her

ᝰ you stick to each other like glue

ᝰ you share a pretzel in the food court

ᝰ before she leaves, she asks for a pen from one of the vendors

ᝰ she jots her number across your palm

ᝰ the entire time she’s walking away, she’s looking back at you

ᝰ she’s mouthing ‘call me’

Willa

ᝰ your headphones are on, ambient sounds playing

ᝰ you’re sitting in a secluded nook of your local barnes and noble, reading a new book

ᝰ you’re in your own world

ᝰ you can only vaguely hear what’s going on around you

ᝰ you can kind of hear someone talking

ᝰ so you take a headphone ear off, looking up

ᝰ good god

ᝰ she’s just so pretty

ᝰ so delicately beautiful

ᝰ the way she looks at you?

ᝰ “um, excuse me, do you know where the romance is?”

ᝰ “oh, yeah, of course. want me to take you?”

ᝰ you gather your stuff and lead her away

ᝰ “what’re you reading?” she asks curiously.

ᝰ you show her, and you’re both giddily chattering now

ᝰ “what have you read from here?” you ask after a bit, gesturing at the romance shelves

ᝰ “i haven’t read a good romance in ages. i can’t even remember.”

ᝰ “jane austen?”

ᝰ “jane austen!”

ᝰ you’re both giggling

ᝰ “do you have goodreads?”

ᝰ “yes, can i please add you?”

ᝰ you exchange goodreads

ᝰ then numbers

ᝰ she gently grips your forearm, grinning wildly

ᝰ “oh my god, this is so exciting!”

ᝰ you laugh, agreeing

ᝰ “i’m willa, by the way.”

ᝰ “i’m really happy i’ve met you, willa.”

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batterygarden · 2 years

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More Aki bf headcannons

prev aki hcs & m.list

cw: gn!reader sfw but no minors on my page pls

If you’re ever overwhelmed.. Aki is your list maker. He always does it without you noticing—he’ll be like “okay can you repeat all the things you have to get done today one more time…” then he’s ripping a page off his cutesy little fridge notepad when you’re finished talking and it has all of your goals written in a bulleted list. He’ll go through it with you one more time to see which things he can help with.

Your appointment maker too. And he’ll go to the doctor with you if you’re nervous, holding your hand when you’re talking to people (No matter the appointment or procedure you will force this man to stay in the room; there is no boundaries there)

He’ll be sitting there clarifying your symptoms for you when the doctor misinterprets things.

He loves looking at you. This should go without saying—he thinks you’re beautiful and he loves you, but he watches you like it’s his job.

He doesn’t need entertainment, he doesn’t need something to keep him busy while you’re doing other things—it’s enough for him to just observe you, studying your every movement with a look of content concentration on his face.

He’s just so interested in how you do things—mostly mundane, everyday tasks. He’s conscious of the fact that he can’t view you objectively anymore when the grip of a pencil between your fingers seems endearing and the way you wiggle your arms into shirt sleeves in the morning captivates him more than any movie could. Your careful movements while cooking, the faces you make when you brush your teeth, the way you pick fuzz off clothes—Aki is the one to study it all.

He’s certain he could fill a library with all the little details he’s noticed, and if one already existed he knows he’d spend every waking minute inside, studying more.

Aki is the man to claim to not want any pets till you come home with one someday. He’d be sooo grumpy towards you that evening, holding the little furry baby in his arms and staring at it like a mother stares at her newborn child before pausing to glare at you like “I did not okay this >:(“

Of course he becomes an instant helicopter dad, taking a billion pictures of the animal, documenting its growth, buying it endless toys and treats.

He ends up spoiling this lil guy way more than you too.

“He can have a little whipped cream you fucking dictator!”

He sneezes so loudly probably and you always side eye him and he’s like “sorry for sneezing??? Do you want an apology??”

He’s a lawfully evil notes app user. Fucking breaking it out when no one’s looking and writing about a questionable thing someone did to talk to you about it later. He takes general notes on people too, writing their birthdays so he doesn’t forget and casually jotting down gift ideas when someone mentions their interests. He’s well within his rights to do all this but to you it feels unfair—like he’s always bringing extra study materials to tests you have to go in blind for.

“No one’s stopping you from taking notes too. It’s honestly really helpful.” “I’m not gonna stoop to analyzing strangers on my phone, weirdo!”

Is annoyed at the fact you don’t know how to pirate things. “A torte?” “A torrent!” He looks at you like you just asked a kindergarten level math question. “You need to know this, it’s important. So once you’ve found a magnet link..”

he treats you like a fucking baby if you’re ever under the influence and he’s not.

He’ll buckle you in while driving—holding no trust for your drunk brain.

“Aki noo I can buckle myself!” He glares at you for a second then continues to do it for you but more slowly.

When you remember that your sober self left a pomegranate in the fridge, you have immediate intentions to cut into that thing but the knife is out of your hand before you can even blink.

Aki shakes his head while he slices it for you on a cutting board, muttering under his breath about saving money on hospital bills.

Social gatherings with Aki are great, but your favorite part is always getting back home so you can deconstruct the evening. Aki is a grade A gossip I swear, he will bring up all the points you were thinking and more. He LIVES for your cozy nights in pajamas, discussing your friends’ relationship drama and your coworker’s affair.

He is such a considerate person to live with. He often wakes up before you for work but he’s always tip-toeing around in the mornings not to wake you, shutting cabinets so quietly and taking out pans all slow and careful. He’ll usually leave some of whatever breakfast he made in a Tupperware for you when you finally do awaken, making note of it on his handy fridge sticky notes, always with an added “have a good day, pretty” and a messy lil heart.

This man has mild anxiety I say!! Especially with sleeping, he can’t do it the same if he isn’t touching you—he needs to know you’re safe and okay next to him.

He also appreciates your frequent texts about nothing in particular for this reason, it keeps him reassured that everything’s okay.

Speaking of texting, Aki acts like the little memes and videos you send are dumb and his sense of humor is above them, but he secretly finds you SO hilarious.

Like he chuckles when he’s by himself just thinking of some of the stupid things you’ve sent him.

One time he saved a reaction pic you sent, never telling you how funny he found it, and sent it to Denji when it worked perfectly in their text conversation like 3 months later. Only the meme was so old by that point that it made him look out of touch :/

You remind him of it every time you show him a tweet or something and he doesn’t laugh or react, saying he’ll probably save it and send it to people later in secret.

If there’s errors no there isn’t <3

I was also given a request for these geared towards shy reader,, hopefully I post that tmrw

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teezertales · 1 year

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knock it off // choi jongho

pairing: choi jongho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 1.7k note: this might be a series of one shots if you guys like it

It was the worst day of the month. The day you could never predict, and always dreaded.

Grades for your department were out today.

Also, your department rank.

With which you would find out who won this time:

You?

Or Choi Jongho?

For as long as you could remember, you held top grades all throughout school. You were the ideal student; studious, diligent, responsible. Never did you miss a deadline, fail to complete a project, bomb a test, or even get a grade below a B. You likened it to your meticulous study habits that you’d perfected over time, something you were quite proud of. After all, things like this didn’t just come to anyone with no hard work.

Unless ‘anyone’ is Choi Jongho.

His very existence drove you insane, because he was everything you were not. Lazy, irresponsible, carefree. You’d never seen him open a textbook, or even jot down a single note. Writing down due dates? Forget it. You didn’t think he had ever put a modicum of effort into anything in his life.

And yet…

“Oh–Y/N! Did you see?”

That voice stopped you in your tracks in the library and you closed your eyes, fists clenching as you let out a slow breath to the count of three in your head. You turned around to find Jongho behind you, the department’s rankings in his hand. Playing it cool you raised a brow, tilting your head.

“Top again, like last month. I was sure it would be you this time,” he said with what seemed like a genuine frown for you on his features. Then the smirk you knew to follow curled the corners of his lips upward.

Jackass.

He knew how hard you had worked and shoved it in your face–almost quite literally–as he held the rankings out toward you.

You tried to hide your irritation, jaw clenched as you scanned the document.

Half a point.

He beat you by half a point.

Again.

Anger rose within you and it must have been obvious the way Jongho’s smile spread wide and he chuckled, lowering the page. “Better luck next month, I guess. What was it you said to me? ‘Hard work pays off, you’ll see’?” He tilted his head at you, brows knit while he stroked his chin.

“Knock it off, Jongho. Before I knock that grin off your stupid face,” you warned, shoving past him with your shoulder.

His laughter followed you as did he as you stalked off into the stacks. “Aw, come on, Y/N. Loosen up, maybe you’d finally beat me if you relaxed a little, huh?” He was pushing your buttons now and he knew it. Giving him any kind of reaction would just mean that he won. But it was getting harder and harder to keep walking and ignore him. You had been so sure that you had him beat this time around, so to see evidence to the contrary–you weren’t thinking straight.

So you stopped walking abruptly, which caused Jongho to bump into your back before stumbling backwards a step. You whirled tightly towards him, your brow set in a firm frown. “I don’t get it, Jongho. You sit on your ass and do nothing, you never study, never stress, couldn’t plan your way out of a cardboard box, and yet no matter how hard I try, I keep coming in second to you. What’s your secret, huh? Are you cheating? Paying someone to do your work for you?”

You were on a roll, chest rising with adrenaline-fueled breaths. Jongho noticed how serious you were about this, his smile dying into a frown before turning into a cold irritation. “Really? Y’know, I ignore your nagging when it comes to studying and working hard because honestly, the results speak for themselves. Despite how incredibly annoying you can be. But you’re really going to accuse me of cheating? Not only that but paying someone to do my work for me?”

You turned and stalked off deeper into the stacks as he spoke, rage burning beneath the surface. He followed you, still going, his anger growing with each step you took away from him.

“Are you really so full of yourself you think the only way someone could be smarter than you is by paying someone else?”

That hurt and it made you stop in your tracks, white-knuckling your fists at your sides.

“Answer me, Y/N,” Jongho barked as his hand grabbed your upper arm, whirling you to face him.

“Full of myself!?” you retorted loudly, library be damned.

Jongho’s eyes flared as if to tell you to quiet down. You continued, your voice a harsh whisper.

“If anyone here is full of themselves it’s you, Choi Jongho. You know how hard I work, and yet you just rub it in my face when all my time and effort is proven wasted when you score higher than me. You even go out of your way to flaunt how you spend all the time I use to study.

“And you have the nerve to call me annoying? When all you do is goof off in class, interrupt the professor, and generally give no fucks about the class when others are trying to pay attention? Give me a break.”

You spat your words like they were poison in your mouth, breathing harder with each sentence as you finally let out all of the things you’d been thinking for weeks. Something in Jongho’s face had changed, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. He looked angry, which pissed you off.

He had no right to be angry with you.

You opened your mouth to continue ranting but before you could, Jongho’s hands were on your shoulders pushing your back into the nearest bookshelf. He was looking down at you, his own chest rising and falling. Some emotion akin to anger seemed set in his features as he looked down at you. You were both angry it seemed, staring at each other like they were the most hated person in your world.

Time seemed to freeze.

There you both were, arguing in the stacks and now Jongho had your back to the shelves. Jongho wasn’t sure what he had done either. He had been listening to you, getting more irritated with each word and then he had moved. He stared daggers at you beneath him, breathing hard. Then his eyes seemed to change. Anger turned to something like hunger.

You were no stranger to this change, either. With him this close, you could smell his cologne and it wrapped around your senses, dulling the sharp edges of your anger into a smoldering heat. You were keenly aware of how your heart hammered in your chest, how you could feel his breath against your cheek.

Then, the tension snapped.

Jongho’s lips were on yours in an instant, the kiss crushing and stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs. His body pressed yours into the shelves, one arm planted beside your head as his other hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in. Anger transformed into passion in an instant, your arms lifting to wrap around the back of his neck as your lips returned his fervent touch.

The fire was burning you both from the inside out, the silence around the two of you filling with escaped breaths and the sounds of desperate kisses. His grip tightened in your hair at the nape of your neck and pulled your head back making you gasp, his lips trailing down your jaw and to your neck. A groan rolled from his chest, the arm beside your head sliding down to grip your waist with bruising force. Your hips rolled into his in response to the possessive touch.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he breathed against your neck, marking the spot he spoke with a flick of his tongue.

Those words snapped you out of whatever lustful haze you had been under and you suddenly realized what you were doing.

You shoved Jongho away so quickly it took him by surprise.

What you saw when you got space between you–his blown wide gaze, red lips from how hard he had been kissing you, hair disheveled from your fingers having just been locked in his strands–confused you as you stood there with panting breaths.

“Y/N, wh–”

“Don’t. Jongho, don’t.”

You stopped him abruptly, holding up a hand as your eyes closed and your other pinched the bridge of your nose. What had just happened? What did he mean he’d always wanted to do this? He hated you as much as you hated him, didn’t he?

So what had you two just done?

Jongho stared at you in confusion, it taking a bit more time for him to snap out of whatever spell you’d both just been under. But as he did, he took a step back, dragging a hand down his face. Shit. He should have kept his mouth shut. He’d always enjoyed teasing you, seeing the way your nose scrunched when you were angry or how you’d purse your lips when you were irritated. At first, he had just been bullying you. There had been nothing more or less behind it.

But over time, he’d grown to like you.

And the more you nagged him, the more his feelings grew.

Seeing you so upset this time, and hearing what you’d said. It had hit a nerve in him.

He was upset at himself, for going too far this time. If it were only teasing, he didn’t think anything of it. But you seemed really hurt. He didn’t think you truly hated him, but when you’d spoken your mind, he began to realize he may have been wrong.

Pinning you against the stacks wasn’t a conscious decision he’d made. His body moved on its own. Seeing that hurt look on your face, he wanted to make you feel better and hurt whoever had caused it until he realized it was himself.

And then he kissed you.

He’d really fucked up.

Now wasn’t the time to apologize. He’d caught you off guard and while it felt like the feeling was mutual, he didn’t want to push you. You were still hurt, after all.

“I’ve got to go,” you said curtly, adjusting your backpack on your shoulder as you pushed past him like earlier.

“Y/N, wait–”

But you had already walked out of the stacks with quick steps, disappearing around the corner.

Anything to escape the way he made butterflies take flight in your chest.

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blutopaz15 · 10 months

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rayllum week 2023: first kiss (again)

rated t

continued from part 1: flowers

He probably doesn’t want to kiss her, and honestly…it’s okay.

She doesn’t blame him.

Spending her birthday like this—giggling together over each of their silly little traditions, feeling Callum’s lips on her cheek and his breath on her neck, being here in his arms at all—is more than she should hope for anyway, Rayla thinks.

She swallows down the obnoxiously ungrateful prickling wetness stinging her eyes. She should be glad, she tells herself, that he’s holding her like this, long past the limits of any normal hug. She should be satisfied swaying in place with him, like they’d done at that party back at the castle such a long time ago.

She should be happy that he wants her here at all.

She’d left him, she’d hurt him, and he was still here, all wrapped up around her… and that should be enough, she thinks. She should be thankful, not standing here in the world’s longest hug, still wishing for more.

She is thankful…and he should know.

She scarcely more than whispers the words, reluctant to end the silence in case it ends his embrace too.

Callum just shrugs, though, with a nonchalant, hushed answer—like it’s two years ago and holding on to her so tightly is still the most normal, most natural thing in the world—and she can’t help how she sinks just a little further into him, shifting her weight into his shoulders…and, yeah.

This is enough.

Or…at least it ought to be.

She sighs happily anyway, though, breathing in deep against his collar, wanting to be sure he gets every last layer to her gratitude: “I wasn’t sure if you even remembered.”

“Wait, what?” he says, hands at her elbows, and her heart drops for just a second as he pushes her away…before she sees the mixed-up look on his face. He’s…confused, and maybe amused?, she thinks, and the furrow to his brow reads as pity, too. “You thought I’d forgotten your birthday?”

That’s definite and distinct disbelief, she’s sure, and Callum steps away completely then, finding his sketchbook on one of the tables behind them and immediately flipping through. Rayla follows him, and watches as he opens up to a page she hasn’t seen in a long while…that’s even more full-up than she recalls. It’d been just the one sketch of their knit-together hands that she remembers him drawing that night on the ambler…but the same page is covered in more of the same now. He points, though, to the words scrawled all over the spaces between the pictures, which is what she’s meant to see, she realizes, recognizing the answers to all those questions that’d barely kept their lips apart that night in the desert.

purple

Moonberry Surprise (???)

Just me and Ez…

July 31st (16th birthday soon!!!)

“Even if I did forget—”

She follows his tapping fingertip to the end of the list he must have jotted down between the desert and the Spire, heart twisting and thumping in her chest.

“I wouldn’t, though,” he adds, keeping the same smile he’d had looking at these old pages when he blinks over to her. “I wouldn’t forget.”

Rayla bites her lip, hoping there’s not offense she hadn’t meant beneath his reassurances. Telling herself that—that he’d forgotten—had been a bandage, really, for doubts way deeper than any scatterbrained distraction could be, and knowing now that none of her worrying had been warranted anyway…

“Right,” she agrees, looking back down at all their interwoven fingers in his book before admitting the rest. “I guess…thinking you forgot—or that you were too busy to remember—was better than the alternative. I thought maybe…you might be too mad about your birthday to want anything to do with mine.”

Callum’s smile has fallen away when she looks back at him, the candlelight dancing in his eyes now a gentle, low glow instead…and he reaches for her elbow again.

“Oh, Rayla, no, I—” he starts, withdrawing as he amends his answer…but before she can shrink back to match, he’s found his way to her hands again. “I mean, yes, I’m upset still, but…I’m not mad, not like I was, I promise. That’d just make everything worse. I care about you, Rayla—”

His fingers slip lightly around hers, and then they’re face-to-face again, eye-to-eye, practically nose-to-nose, and it’d be so nice if they could just…

“—and I don’t want to hurt you.”

But this is enough, Rayla reminds herself.

She left him. She hurt him.

“I never wanted to hurt you either, Callum,” she starts, those annoying tears burning in her eyes again. “I—”

—but before she can go on, over the same things that she can’t seem to say enough, Callum’s hand squeezes tight around hers.

“I know,” he says, voice as strong as his grip, then slipping to a lower soothing sound. “I know. Look, Rayla…I want to fix—”

Callum pulls their linked hands up between them…and again, she has to stop wishing for more—his lips on her knuckles, his fingers on her face—

“—this. Our…thing. Whatever it is.”

Somehow his lips are closer when he lowers their hands again, and he’s smiling, and—

—and she wants that too.

So badly.

“It’s…whatever you want it to be, Callum,” she answers, speedily, certain of every word. “Whatever you want, I’ll be here, okay? If you need more time, even if you never get there again…I just missed you, Callum. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I couldn’t—”

There’s no time for her eyes to flutter shut or her tongue to wet her lips or her breath to fall against his cheek before he crashes into her just like before—his arms locked around her waist, his heartbeat against her chest—

…his lips soft and gentle and sweet.

“If you’re here…” Callum breathes between them, eyes asking as much as his mouth.

She nods, breathless, fingertips flexing in his scarf.

“I’m here.”

“Then, I’m there.”

…and that’s enough.

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #YEET #wanted to get this out before sdcc and SUCCESS #fluff and feels you know the drill <3 #rayllum's bad vibes rodeo #rayllum week 2023

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darlingkirstein · 8 days

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can I ask how you go about developing your stories/plot? I think coming up with an idea is (semi) easy because ✨vibes✨ but how to you actually turn that into a story? there's so much (character, backstory, plot, arcs, etc.)

I'm anxious to know how it is your going about developing home beckons the wanderer. Are you using any sort of method? I can't see you using a "point a to point b" method. It feels more complicated.

I know what I want to write but developing that is daunting. (In general and time wise)

Are you at all getting impatient with the development of your stories? Sometimes I forget a story can't just instantly be entirely plotted within the span of a week.

I apologize if this was too invasive, feel free not to answer, but if you do, I greatly appreciate it <3 take care love

it's not invasive at all!!!! these are all super great questions — and i hope my answers can be helpful and ease some fears!! and ofc, always feel free to ask more questions if you have them! :) i'll include some screenshots from my planning documents because i am a visual person so maybe you are too and that'll help :)

every story is different for me, and some are far more demanding and complicated than others. but, generally, it's outline, outline, outline. i have never been able to just write without having an outline backing up, unless it was for a one-shot or something more simple. another tool i have found extremely helpful and honestly essential for me is discussing my barebones ideas with others and watching them grow with the combined brain power behind it. if you have people in your corner supporting your ideas, let them help you!

so, for developing a story, start with your major idea. then, just start coming up with little ideas, anything, doesn't need to be in order. discuss with your friends, whatever helps! write those ideas down somewhere. i personally use a combination of my notes app, google docs, and the app notion to organize my thoughts.

notion tends to be where i start — i'll jot down little ideas i have, basic stuff needed to kickstart the rest. here's an example for the cult au:

google docs tends to be where i flesh whatever i did in notion out and have it more accessible. here's an example from thespian's coquetry:

for me personally, i have recently started spending a lot of energy into the development of the story/background before writing it. that also tends to be why i take forever to update/publish. let me get into the four things you specifically mentioned! characters, plot, backstory, arcs.

characters: stories depend on characters, and they need to feel real and have the capability to connect with the reader! i myself sometimes struggle with feeling like i don't do a well enough job with this. the main thing here is motivation — what drives this character, what is their goal/purpose, what makes them do whatever they are doing for the story? this goes hand in hand with their personality and their actions, so deciding what motivates them is important! this also ties into their backstory, so yeah it's important! their motivation will progress the story and explain their every action, so start there!

i can reference hbtw here actually, because it may be the story of mine where the character motivations are clearest — eren is motivated to go home to his family again, while mikasa is motivated to sustain herself financially by taking eren on their little quest. these motivations kickstart the plot and are essential to how it'll progress.

tldr; start with motivation, build from there, go to personality, hobbies, interests, quirks, etc.

backstory: this can be two things! either it's the actual world-building itself or its individual character backstories. since you're particularly interested in hbtw, I'll reference its development!

this story has been an absolute beast in terms of backstory/world-building development. this is why i say my process is dependent on the story, because this one is very involved and time-consuming. this is the place where you'll need to be the most patient if you're writing anything with a complicated world to develop. i am attempting to make hbtw as original as possible, so that involves a lot of building from scratch. right now, with the help of @strscrossed, i am working on the development of the eight regions in eldevane — this involves geography, economics, people, religion, history, and more. for example, i developed a history of eldevane's rulers and major historical events because, even though the story takes place decades later, i wanted to lay down a strong foundation to make the world feel real. this story is kinda stuck in world-building hell right now because i want most of that finished before proceeding because of how much eremika will be directly interacting with the world and its little intricacies. this is a daunting process, and its time-consuming! more on the frustration later.

basically, overall, my method for backstory development is to take it one step at a time and go slowly. there are also a lot of great resources for developing the world! http://arcadia.net/Cruinne/DnD/Articles/worldbuilding.html#language — this is an extremely (maybe overkill) detailed list of world-building things to consider in fantasy/sci-fi/etc. settings. the details matter, basically! also, consider your favorite medias and look at all the details there that feel small and inconsequential but develop the world and make it what it is. same with characters. what do you find interesting about this character's backstory? it is no danger to study fiction that you consider to be great? if you love it, you can learn from it :))

arcs: gonna do this first because it leads into the next bullet point. when you're starting to develop the plot, what helps me personally is putting a little shape to the plot, dividing it into crucial sections that are encompassed by one major plot point/resolution. if you divide your story into chunks, it may make development easier. for thespian's coquetry, i divided the story into three 'acts' and an epilogue to divide the plot more evenly in my head and make it less overwhelming.

this way, i'm able to break things down — when i think of a new plot point, i sift it between the three parts; where does it fit most? this makes placement of things less overwhelming, because it'll at least be confined to act i, ii, or iii. so decide these major headings and i find it'll help you compartmentalize things more accessibly.

plot: this is where its tricky for me. i have the exact same problem with every single multi-chapter story that i write; i know the beginning, and i know the ending, but it's everything in between that is muddled and less clear.

so, if you're me, you imagine the start, then (or oftentimes first) you imagine the ending — now, what has to happen between those two points for the ending to feel earned? what plot points will draw the characters closer to this pre-destined conclusion? most important in this is conflict. what conflicts happen to drive the plot? there will more than likely be multiple answers. there will be the overarching conflict/challenge (the dangerous journey of taking eren back home in hbtw is the overarching challenge) — but there will also be mini-challenges that serve the big one overhead. this can be inter-character conflict, quarrels, fights, disagreements, etc., but it can also be more external — challenges in their journey, little roadblocks that must be overcome to progress the story and maintain interest. there is only so long that a story can sustain itself without some degree of conflict; if things are smooth sailing forever, what's the point? if eren and mikasa's journey to eren's family happened without bumps along the way, sure it might be cute and wholesome, but it's not interesting, and the beautiful thing about stories is how they can interest and ensnare the reader's attention.

so, create little conflicts, big ones and important ones, and smaller ones more readily resolved. conflict drives the story. i think if there's one thing to take away from this total yap session of mine, it's that. seek conflict, and you'll find a plot.

please let me know if you have any questions or want me to clarify anything about everything i just said!!! i know it's a lot!! but i wanna be super helpful for your story!

now, you're absolutely right about hbtw being a very non-linear process. most, if not all, of my stories are developed like that. you develop as the inspiration takes you — i have been jumping between developing backstory/world-building which has bled into plot point development. it's one big system that works together — figuring out one thing often leads to another eureka moment in another aspect. me and stella developed the religious ceremony for eren's home region and that bled right into the story.

to answer your last question, ABSOLUTELY. i'm a very impatient person in all aspect of life, but i find it so frustrating when the ideas in my head cannot be immediately translated onto page. i was at first trying to rush through hbtw world-building before i was starting to burn myself out and realized that doing that was counterproductive and a total inspiration killer. this has been a very big challenge for me with all my stories. i'm rather meticulous, and i need to know the details and everything before starting, but sometimes i just want to be done with the planning and plotting so i can start. it's a perfectly normal feeling (or, i hope it is LOL)! you're eager to get your story somewhere, and you feel like there's an invisible wall that you keep banging your head against. i know that feeling well! writing can be an exhausting process, but it's the end result, finishing a story/chapter and sharing it with the world that feels very rewarding.

my overall tips for story development:

be patient and go slow — stories deserve nourishment, not ham-fisted neglect! your story deserves the time it needs to flourish!

jot down every idea you have. every single one. even if you're not sure you'll use it — better to have and not need then to need and not have. you really never know!

it's okay to go out of order! don't force yourself into a linear path if that doesn't feel right — it's never felt right to me! develop in whatever order you need to develop.

lean on your friends if they're willing! i probably would've given up on a lot of my stories already if not for my friends. (special shoutout to @random-millennial, @likesunsetorange, @strscrossed, @sinigangsta-ao3, @karizard-ao3, and others for always being willing to help me/listen.)

use online writing resources! there's so many articles and reddit posts (feels shameful to recommend reddit) and such with experienced writers happy to share their experiences and provide advice!

model after media you enjoy — can be books, movies, shows, manga, whatever!! figure out what you think the creators/authors/screenwriters did well and consider emulating it. you obviously like it for a reason! everyone gets inspired by someone else. don't feel like you're not a 'real writer/artist' because you reached out for resources or inspiration. you are real, and you're doing it!

HAVE FUN!!!! i'm a hypocrite because i often take all this way too seriously and get easily frustrated but promise, it's more fulfilling when you're really having fun doing it :))

i hope some of this was helpful!!!! apologies for the total yap session, i know this might be sorta overwhelming??? hope not! like i said, feel free to reach out with more questions, and i'd love to help you out individually if you'd be interested! all love and best wishes on the development of your story — manifesting nothing but success your way, and thank you for trusting me to help!

#darlingkirstein asks #medieval au #storytelling #my writing #writing process #fic writing

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biscuitdragonwithastick · 5 months

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A Wizards Way of Loving Sex, chapter continuation

So, with that last anon, I shared that I lost motivation to continue the work but wanted to post my ideas for what I wanted to do if I continued it. I don't know if I ever will, but I feel likes it worth it to post my ideas some where. Either as catharsis for my readers. Or as a way to jot down ideas and come back to later when I inevitably forget about them (Jot down your ideas folks! There's always a chance you'll regret it later. Ask me how I know)

For my tumblr only's A Wizards Way of Loving Sex (found here) was my way of writing out some of my weirder sex magic smut without having to make new characters every time I wanted to write about sex magic (on a side note, I don't know if y'all noticed but I love the fantasy genre.). The problem I've come across now is that, I'm now stuck with this character and their backstory I've given them. And since I'm such a sucker for worldbuilding I need everything to be consistent and in character and what not.

The first chapter was establishing worldbuilding: Wizards are a profession defined by being the top researcher of "something". Our main character, Marco Etrenity, decided that his "something" was sex. Across all cultures and strangeness, he wants to prove that sex is not only worth studying but also worth teaching and publishing about.

The chapters I wrote, I was very horny and honestly just wanted to write some ball impregnation and human cow transformation.

My only rule during writing was that Marco has to be left able minded and unchanged (detransformed) by the end of a chapter.

As for how I was going to continue the work...

Next chapter, plant/tentacles. A highly beloved smut trope that I wanted to indulge myself in just as well. A venus fly trap like creature in the agricultural studies department is in need of "reproductive help" and the teachers enlist him to get the job done.

He jots down as many notes as he can while falling under the effects of the plants fragrant nectar. The whole reason he was given this task was due to fragrance, not only signaling the plant was in need of relief but would enrapture anyone close enough to take a whiff.

The scent takes over his mind and body as he allows himself to be swallowed by the plant. A tentacle pushes into his mouth to be fed more of the delectable sweetness and Marco lets himself be positioned for proper breeding.

He's no longer able to see. The plant has him completely enclosed inside itself and can only feel the many small tentacles push inside his hole. They feel around inside, pressing down on his prostate, and make him cum lamely. He doesn't care about cumming at the moment. The fog over his mind makes him compliant to whatever the plant wants.

Once he's deemed ready, a bigger, thicker tentacles breeches his hole and shoves itself deep inside. The ovipositor doesn't waste time to fuck him and pours in more nectar before the overwhelming weight of it seeds rush within him. Marco can only feel his belly stretch and ache around the seed pods being crammed inside. But he can't help but love every minute of it.

After the plant is done, it spits him out, naked, in a honey glazed goo. Some professors are there to take him to his office to deal the seeds on his own. But one stays behind to help him out :3

Well fuck.

Now I want to actually write this. I was planning on writing the rest of "story" I had planned, but now...

Hmph.

#God damn you anon (affectionate)#monster breeding #monsterfucker #terato #eggpreg #ovipositor #cnc k!nk #mpreg #plant fucking #biscuit ao3 talk #not actually mad I just didn't have any intention of writing more and now look at me #maybe I should try this for some of my other fics🧐

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mediocre-quill-ink · 11 months

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Sarcasm

Gavin × reader enemies to lovers pt 1

Content: lots of swearing, two (2) furby references, a little violence, gender neutral pronouns, but use of "good girl" in one part. Connor is readers' best friend, reader is also a hot head, cringe come backs, I don't know how police work works.

Gavins fucking smirk

A shit eating grin spread across Gavins face as he laughed about whatever he and his friend were talking about, whatever it was it was funny enough for gavin to slam his hand against the table a couple of times too. God can he be quiet for one fucking second?

My jaw clenched looking at him.

Gavin fucking Reed. The office shit head. Honestly, what can't I say about him. Loud, rude, perverted, and generally just safety hazard. He walks around like he owns the fucking place and dosnt give two shits about people. Partners coming and going like a rotating door, I can only imagine why.

His friend, I often forget her name, gives him a smile before what looks like warm goodbyes followed by her walking out of the break room. I've never really gotten to know her. At first glance, she looks like a decent person, maybe even someone I'd hang out with, but if she's such chums with Gavin, then I can't imagine how she must be like. As his smile faded, he took a final sip of coffee, paper cup crushing in his hand shortly after before he finally tries to throw the trash in the metal garbage basket. He misses.

I couldn't help but let a snicker slip between my lips. he suddenly turned his attention to me, eyes narrowing. His expression hardens almost immediately as he walks over to pick up the crumpled up paper coffee cup and drop it in the trash. "Fucking great shot." I whispered to myself, suppressing a smile as I looked back at my work, trying to focus on the case in front of me.

The computer displayed a file about a recent robbery, a man decided to rob his friends home because he didn't pay him back. Not only did he break and enter to get his money back, but he stole various other items from the house. Mostly items of value like jewelry but also strange random stuff like packs of gum and a furby? In all honesty, I couldn't blame him, but it was strange non the less.

I pulled out my note pad, jotting down important details, occasionally throwing in my own theories for motivation.

My pencil skid across the paper as something heavy bumped into my desk. I quickly looked up to be met with narrow brown eyes "y/n." Gavin spat. "Reed." I shot back

He pressed his palm onto my desk, trying to take a more relaxed pose, though he still looked ridged. "wanna tell me what you were laughing at?" He demanded rather than questioned. A small smile cracked on my face again, thinking about it. I quickly forced it to disappear. "Oh, nothing. you're a star shooter, maybe even have a chance on the NBA. Though... you would have to be a bit taller." I quipped, the smile I was suppressing slipping back on my face. The palm that sat relaxed on my desk tightened, fingers flexed in uncomfortable forms. "You think you're so fucking smart-"

"not really. Just better."

His tongue stabbed his cheek, looking around the room with a fake impressed face. "Oh! Oh, you think you're better?" Gavin snickered quietly, looking at whoever was walking by as he spoke."They think they are better than me! Ooo!"

My lip curled in disgust. Absolutely childish. I fought off, rolling my eyes to no success. "Well then, tell me how. How are you better?" I opened my mouth to speak, but then he cut me off. "Go on, tell me. How." My brows frowed for a second before breathing in to speak, and he once again cut me off. "How?" I squinted at him slightly, opening my mouth, and he did it again. "Go on. say something." His eyes held a knowing look, a smile slowly creeping on his face. I just stared at him, jaw clenched, a warm rage shooting through my veans. He nodded slowly. "That's what I thought." He whispered. Tapping my desk, and gave me that fucking. Smile. "Eat shit, Reed." I spat. He clicked his tongue at me and winked. "Aww, love you too." He hummed sarcastically. Finally walking away, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.

My head began to sting as a sudden headache washed over me. All the focus I had on my case disappeared, placing my hands on my head, I sucked in a deep breath, the pain taking over my skull. I pulled open a drawer at my desk, looking for my mini bottle of aspirin. Rummaging my hand around, I realized to my dismay that I ran out two weeks ago and I forgot to get a new one. Fuck. I shot a glance at gavins desk, he sat relaxed, scrolling on his phone, feet propped up on his desk, one foot tapping to a nonexistent rythem. The headache grew worse, a small groan escaping my lips.

I flenched as a hand rested on my shoulder. I quickly spun around, in doing so, ripping the hand off me,to see Connor, looking down at me with a soft expression. "Sorry to disturb you, detective l/n. I just came to check on you. I noticed your stress levels were higher than normal, are you alright?" He quirked his head slightly. I let out a low sigh, out of relief and frustration. "Yeah, I just- Gavins being... Gavin." I mumbled. "I think he gave me a fucked head ache, too." Connor nodded, his gaze falling over to Gavins desk. "What did he do this time?" He asked calmly. I groaned at the fresh memory. "He was being an immature brat." Connor hummed in response "ah so nothing new." He shot me a soft smile. I huffed a laugh in response. "Nothing new." I agreed, small smile spending across my lips.

Hours passed, and I finally finished my work, getting ready to leave. I grabbed my things, sliding my phone and other items on my pockets. A sense of relief washed over me when i realized my head ache finally disappeared.

I walked over to Connors desk, and he was already prepared to leave, patiently standing as he waited for Hank to gather his things. "Wanna do anything today, Connor?" I asked, pulling out my phone to look for any local events happening. Connor and I usually hang out every Thursday, something we sorted out once Connor deviated. He said it made him feel more human, and i loved hanging out with him, so who am i to deny him such luxurys. "I was hoping we could go to a bar. I haven't had a drink in a while, and I've been craving a nice cocktail." I offered. "Maybe. I thought it'd be fun to attend a dog show. There's an event happening in an hour just a few miles away." Connor stated.

A smile cracked on my face. "Decisions, decisions." I tisked, slipping my phone back in my pocket. "How about we go to the dog show and then the bar?" I offered. The android nodded in agreement. "we can do that." I nodded back, then turned to Hank. "wanna join us?" Hank shook his head, flicking his hand in dismissal. "No, you kids have fun. I just wanna sit around my house today." I sat my fists on my hips and replied,"Not even for the bar?" At that hank let out an almost frustrated sigh. "I'd love to, but Connor made me promise I'd cut back on drinking."

I glanced over at connor for a moment, who stayed neutral before looking back at Hank. "Huh. Well, I'm proud you're sticking to that, see you later, Hank." I replied, waving to Hank as I started to leave. "I'm only doing it cause connor will never shut up about it. Don't be so proud." He grumbled, patting down his pants for keys. "Mmm hmm, bye hank!" I called again, exiting the department.

Connor sat with perfect posture in the plastic fold out chair next to mine. The auditorium was filled with bustling voices, most excited for the upcoming dog show but behind us I could hear some whispering voices.

"Are they with an android?"

"Do you think they are dating it?"

"Wouldn't surprise me. Everyone's doing it now a days."

"I know, what has humanity come to?"

I tensed at the hushed gossiping behind us, glancing over at connor. He returned a confused look. I shrugged, baffled, not knowing what to say. We weren't dating, never have, and I didn't really have plans to, connor and I were nothing more than good friends, but even if we were, I didn't see the big deal. "Are you alright?" Connor muttered, leaning in slightly. I nodded, glancing around briefly. "I'm fine, are you fine?" He gave a single nod, smiling softly. "I hear enough anti-android speech, I'm fine." My jaw dropped slightly. "That response doesn't comfort me, connor." I breathed. He leaned back into his seat, nodding over to me. "I'm fine. If you want to talk about it, we can do that after the show." I sighed, bringing my attention back to the bordered off center of the gymnasium. A woman appeared with a microphone in her hand, introducing the show.

"Hello everyone ! Welcome to the..."

As she spoke, I replied to connor, "No, it's alright, we don't have to."

"Yes! Thank you!" I groaned, taking a sip from my martini. Connor and I were deep in conversation. "The bull territor should have won! It was so obedient! And so cute! And- and- it's tricks were so well done and timed and ... dude, I'm so mad." Connor nodded in agreement. "I'm very upset as well. Either the bull territor or the corgi." He was leaning against the bar counter, I always felt awkward taking connor to bars and restaurants because he couldn't eat. I often felt rude because of it. I've caught myself offering my own drink or meal to him and then immediately becoming intensely embarrassed.

"The corgi? I mean, she was good, but that husky, rot willer thing was better." Connor shook his head in disagreement "no he wasn't! His routine was sloppy!" My eyes widened."Sloppy?? It was graceful! And adorable!"

Before I could finish my thoughts, a new objective came to mind. I sighed. "I'll be back, I gotta go take a piss." I grumbled. Connor just nodded in response. I quickly hopped off the bar stool, walking past the arrangement of dining tables filled with people eating greasy burgers and dry chicken fingers, squeezing behind patrons playing pool under warm yellow lights. Suddenly, I was knocked back, spinning around. I bumped into someone leaving the men's restroom. Forcing a startled yelp out of me. "Oh my god! I'm sorry, are you okay?" I turned around, disoriented to see a familiar pair of brown eyes staring back at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Gavin asked anger and shock laced into his voice. My eyes widened. No fucking way. "I'd ask you the same thing." He stepped closer to me, tilting his head slightly "I was trying to relax and have a good fucking time until you showed up." I stared at connor, a sudden wave of fear stinging in my chest. I can deal with Gavin on my own, but Connor has told me about the awful shit he's tried on him. I don't want to know what kind of scene Gavin would cause if he knew he was here. He noticed my split attention and followed my gaze, looking at the android, idely sitting on the bar stool with patience. "And you brought the fucking plastic prick? God, I knew you were lonely, but I at least expected you to hire a hooker or something, not bring the human shaped furby."

My blood turned to fire, fist clenching tight to my thigh. "Reed, you're so noxious, not even a furby could talk to you, and they are one of the most basic robotic toys." He rolled his eyes. "That's the best you could come up with?" He hissed, almost smiling. "I don't need to be clever when you're the biggest joke in the whole bar." At that, his face went red, he snached my wrist, pulling me so close I could feel his breath on my face, he smelled of cigarettes. "Got any more little quips?" His grip was tight around my wrist, eyes boring into me.

My breath began to shake. He was always a ball of rage, but this was the first time he got physical with me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my courage. He simply hummed, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "That's right, quiet." He lulled. A sudden warmth spread across his cheeks, my heart skipping a beat. He was so close, so warm... No. No! I can't think that shit about Gavin. He's Gavin fucking reed!

His messy hair hung over his face slightly, framing his features in a way I never really observed. His eyes as intimidating as they were were also gorgeous, hot coffee colors burning holes in my face. His lips were... Was he kind of... handsome?

My vision went white

My hand stung with sudden force. As I opened my eyes, vision clear, I just realized I slapped him. His face will plastered with shock, a red mark quickly appearing on his cheek. The outline of my hand singed into his stubbled face. Once I realized what I've done, Gavins' expression started to change. What ever shock he had melted away into something more unsettling. His brows arched, nose crinkled, teeth slightly bared. "You bastard!" He quickly realed back his arm and I braced for impact, moving my hands up to cover my face.

And waited

The impact never came. I opened my eyes to see Connor standing next to gavin now, a firm grip on his wrist. Gavins hand was curled into a fist. "I would advise you dont do that." Connor stated firmly, his expression hardened.

Gavins jaw clenched, nostrils flaired and used his other arm to sock Connor in his stomach. Connor flenched, wavering slightly as his knees buckled. Not falling, but his stance was no longer ferm enough to hold onto Gavin.

He quickly snapped back to me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and yanking me twords him. His breath was hot against my skin. "Get. out." Was all he stated. My breath began to tremble, and he shoved me back with force, pointing at the door. "And take that aluminum peice of shit with you!" I could feel myself shaking. Not just from fear but from rage. I clenched my fist, taking in deep breaths, and walked over to connor, grabbing his arm. "Come on, the human sewage is starting to make me nauseous."

I could feel all eyes on me as i dragged connor out of the restaurant, whispers and mutters, filling the air. a wave of heat washed over me, embarrassment pricking at my neck. Among the eyes and disembodied voices, one set stuck out to me. An almost burning sensation on the back of my head, I knew it was Gavin watching with pride as I ran away. Running away like I always do. Why can I never finish the fight? A single voice, though the muddied whispers, stuck out to me. "That's right, walk away like a good girl."

Connor, now caught up with my pace, pushed open the glass door in front of us. I could feel my face turn warm from rage. I wanted to turn around and sprint at Gavin and knock his teeth out with full force. But Connor simply tugged at my arm, swaying me enough to follow him out the bar.

I stepped out, a mix of shame, rage, and a new sense of... aroused confusion all pummeling at my stomach. As I turned around, looking into the restaurant for a final time and all the way in the back I could see gavin standing with his arms crossed, wearing that fucking smirk.

Pt 2

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh gavin #gavin reed #gavin reed x reader #gavin reed x oc #gavin reed enimes to lovers #enimes to lovers #dbh fanfiction #gavin x reader dbh

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theladyoracle · 7 months

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✧ General Creepypasta Headcanons ✧

𖦹⭒°｡⋆𖦹 The Lady Oracle's AU 𖦹⋆°｡⭒𖦹

Featuring: The Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack

a/n: Just jotting down some of the general headcanons that have been piling up in my notes app! Honestly it's so much that its starting to lag down the note LOL!

Also I take requests so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE shoot them into my ask box!

cw/tw: mention of murder (obvi), mention of torture, mention of vomiting, implications of 'incidents', implications of cannibalism

The Slenderman/The Operator

10ft tall...and then some

He/Him/It

Goes by both Slenderman and the Operator. The only difference is that he makes his Proxies only address him as the Operator. Denizens (lower ranking creeps, I'll make another post about this probably for my au...) are allowed to address him as either. This is to make sure that the Proxies don't get 'too friendly' with him

Seldom cares about anything going on between the people who live in the manor unless it directly affects him. Will actually get so annoyed if people bother him with petty problems or drama. He only cares about his things, his home, and his business

Is basically a dirty, evil capitalist landlord

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss fr fr /hj

Is very supernaturally inclined. Reads books, casts spells, and brews potions. Is very knowledgeable of other realms, creatures, and magicks

Is very secretive with everyone in the Slender Woods. For all they know; he is the strongest, most powerful entity there is in the woods and they should fear him. This is how Slenderman likes to keep things

Out of touch with humanity, but sometimes its really funny! He will forget that humans need food to survive, and finds it 'inconvenient' that they need air to breathe...okay maybe its only funny to me

He finds some human things charming! Like fashion - he has a tie for every occasion and always wants to look presentable. He also loves a good riddle

Thrives with paperwork. Literally has a contract for every Proxy and Denizen. Loves structure

Will call the Denizens his 'children' at times....but will seldom ever call his Proxies his children. Proxies are regarded more as property or dogs than they are people

Jeff the Killer

Denizen (at age 21)

Is 29 years old

He/Him/His

5'10 with wide shoulders, a thin waist, and moderate muscle mass

I headcanon Jeff to be half Korean (on his mother's side) I believe this due to the traditional pronunciation of Liu's name

Loves using a knife as his primary murder method because its intimate - he truly considers it to be an art

Is close with BEN. He sees BEN as like a younger sibling (similar to Liu.) So he spends a lot of time barging into BEN's room (much to his distaste) and annoys the fuck out of him. I think he does this because he's pretty lonely too but doesn't want to admit it...

Before his psychotic break, he was obsessed with other famous serial killers. His other hobbies before murdering his parents include: manifestos, torture methods, and anatomy

Is a total metal head - doesn't listen to anything except for alternative music

Will totally ask you to "name 3 songs" if you're wearing a band t-shirt (even if he doesn't know the band...)

Owns a tattoo gun! Is really fucking bad at giving tattoos.....

BEN Drowned

Denizen

He/Him/His

I think of BEN as a sort of shapeshifter. Taking inspiration from the game Majora's Mask, I like to think that BEN is able to change his "skin" to however he wants to appear, but has a default form that gradually changes (so for example depending on who he chooses for a victim, he can portray himself as a 12 year old boy, a teenager, or even older) but his default form is one that can age as though he never drowned as a boy

This isn't just limited to age - he can use this to look as freaky as he wants. Usually this is just to make himself look more uncanny for his victims

I don't think BEN in my AU is the ghost of Ben Lawman (the boy who drowned) I think that Ben Lawman's essence was twisted and possessed by something inherently evil during his death

When he was found in the woods, the Slenderman saw the wicked potential that this new entity possessed and offered him a deal

Probably like 5'5"-5'6"

Skinny, like really skinny - despite how much he eats

BEN is a total incel :/

Frequent Discord, Reddit, and Twitch user

Despite the Slenderman giving him the incredible gift to age as if he never died, he is still so fucking immature. it's like dealing with a child

He always seems annoyed when anyone comes to talk with him. He takes everything as an attack and has the crudest, most annoying, immature sense of humor

He has to be bribed to do LITERALLY ANYTHING

His room smells like dirty socks and vape juice

Literal definition of "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM I'M PLAYING MINECRAFT"

Jane the Killer

Denizen

28 years old

Latina

Lesbian

She/her/hers

5'7" . Soft hourglass-shaped build with strong thighs and legs!

She is a woman of science and logic, and is overall just a very intellectual woman - lowkey kind of nerdy, it's sweet if you get to know her

Comes across as 'no nonsense' to newbies and people who don't know her well, but she's secretly very sarcastic and clever! She has the realest conversations, and is a powerful ally to have

There are a lot of rumors about her in the manor, because she seems to be the Slenderman's favorite

Oftentimes is doing a lot of household errands or chores for the Slenderman as part of her contract

Helps compile mission files for targets (sometimes helps with research, but mostly puts them together and then serves the assignments underneath resident doors)

Does the interrogations and initiation processes for new recruits to the manor (asks them questions to build their contract, shows them around, etc)

Quick-witted and sarcastic - doesn't let anyone talk shit to her. Literally no misogynistic comment goes by unchecked. She absolutely tears into the creeps that come at her

Has an absolute adoration for old horror films, true crime, and investigation shows

She loves solving mysteries or puzzles. Brain teasers and riddles are totally her thing! But...is like way too good at it. I mean, she can guess the answer to any riddle first or second try, and she's ALWAYS guessing the ending of movies within the first fifteen minutes. It kind of takes the fun out of everything

Usually likes to spend her down time alone. She feels like the 'mom' of the mansion otherwise (and hates when she feels like that)

Eyeless Jack

5'11" with a slim yet muscular build

25 years old

He/Him/His/They/Them

EJ is exceptionally intelligent - both in creative problem solving and just in general with his anatomical knowledge

He's is so quiet in everything he does. Sometimes this is comforting and sometimes its creepy. He's silent. He types quietly, he wraps wounds quietly, he cleans quietly....kind of just a strong and silent type kind of dude

He is the only resident of the manor that the other creeps feel safe and comfortable getting care from, because he actually keeps a sterile and clean environment while he performs operations

KIND OF RANDOM! But I think his parents were total hippies (literal cultists)

I like to think he was a vegetarian before the incident :'(

His skin looks super ashy gray but it's actually super smooth - he moisturizes all the time in attempts to get his radiant glowy skin back but it never really works with his dark gray skin

Has to wear eye masks to bed so that the ooze doesn't get all over his pillows and sheets. Usually he doesn't care if it drips on him or his clothes, but hates when he wakes up and it's all over his face

Cannot eat anything besides human organs without vomiting - and HATES vomiting. Like he's developed somewhat of a fear of it now...especially how it looks when it comes up

That's just about it for now! Thanks byyyeeee~!

xoxo -Oracle

#creepypasta #creepypastafandom #theladyoracle #theladyoracleau #creepypasta au #slenderverse #creepypasta headcanons #creepypastahc

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compacflt · 1 year

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my apologies if this is too simple or juvenile or personal a question but HOW did you become such a proficient writer? and do you have any tips or pointers to keep in mind? i know you must do a lot of reading and a lot of writing, but your skill is just incredible to me. your prose!! your cadence!! when we get around to talking about it is genuinely one of the best things i've ever read and i'd eat it if i could!!!

this ask was so sweet thank you!! rly made my day when i needed a boost. Hope you don’t mind i took a couple days to think about it cause no one’s ever asked me for writing advice before

idk how i became a “proficient” writer bc I really don’t write that much. something about my fic gave me brainworms and i went into overdrive but that’s…not my usual MO. which is why it’s weird for me too. admittedly i am studying english/creative writing as my second major at uni, but i haven’t learned anything in any of my classes you couldn’t learn by just reading and writing on your own. honestly i should’ve stuck with my IR major instead, i find structured cw classes a complete waste of time. but here are some little tips i thought of that would’ve helped ME:

This is more a “do as I say not as I do” because I’m really bad at habits like this, but keep a diary. You can write about the big events (went to the store, did homework, got laid etc.) but that’s boring—focus on the details (watched someone at west side market throw a glass bottle of olives at a rat, broke a pen and permanently stained my dorm desk and won’t get my deposit back which pissed me off because I move out in a week, this guy’s breath smelled like lemon pledge and it made me wonder if he drank window cleaner before kissing me etc.). Real life is really interesting! How can you write about interesting real life in an interesting way? It’s a good way to practice. You don’t have to do a big reflection at the end of the day or anything. It’s okay to jot down something you saw & then immediately forget about it. It’s the act of figuring out how to translate life into words that’s important

If you type, learn how to type FAST. This is just my experience, but I think typing faster makes your cadence, clause length, dialogue, IDEAS flow better/more naturally. We think in words/sentences, not letters.

This is a super lame tip that’ll make you roll your eyes, but read poetry. Poetry is all about how words/ideas/images sound and interact with each other. Don’t get hung up on one poet—im not really recommending any for precisely this reason—read poetry you love (for me, Ada Limón, Jack Kerouac, Frank O’Hara, ghazals etc) AND read poetry you hate (for me, Rupi Kaur, Emily Dickinson, Whitman, etc)! Read all genres you can get your hands on. (I think there are like “great poetry anthologies” you can find for free online if u don’t know where to start. Also you can’t go wrong with subscribing to/reading a variety magazine like the NYer. It’s pretentious but it exposes you to all kinds of weird topics, ways of writing about them, etc.) Figure out how certain combinations of words and punctuations make you FEEL, and why, and why the writer chose (or not) to make you feel that way. Figure out which literary sounds you like and which ones you don’t. For me, i figured out that I REALLY like alliteration, comma splices, zeugmas, the rule of three, and

“he’s [verb]ing again… yeah compacflt’s characters are [verb]ing again… big shocker”

If you have an idea for a piece, figure out what it is you really want to get out of it—to say something? to experiment with a different style? to see your fav characters do something? to have fun?—and then figure out how, on a technical level, you should write to match that goal (this is where the poetry training comes in handy). If you’re just writing to have fun, don’t listen to any writing advice (incl. mine), because most of it is bullshit and over-generalized and will make you feel bad about yourself. Just take the advice that you think will work for what YOURE trying to write.

But if you’re writing to explore some political idea, then you should think about HOW to best write about that idea. What would be a convincing story/allegory/scene to engage with this idea vs. not convincing. I talk on this blog all the time about how disappointed I am that my very-adult-grown-up attempt to deal with the dynamic of “immovable internalized homophobia vs unstoppable falling in love anyway” is rendered a little childish/immature by some pretty unconvincing plot points like the characters buying a house together—I really should have considered how that plot point would interact with the characterizations I’d built already (hint: poorly). You can think of writing as kind of a military structure if that helps—you have strategy on the overarching campaign (plot/character growth/allegory/theme) level, the battle (scene that advances the above) level, and the tactical (sentence-level construction/syntax/wording) level. They all have to work together. If a scene is failing to properly engage with the idea you’re trying to convey, you’re losing a battle that will weaken the overarching campaign. Same thing if you choose a weird word in a sentence/write in a style or tone that’s weirdly out of place with your idea—it makes your engagement with the theme/idea less convincing. just try to be purposeful and consider your strategy on all levels of your work as you’re writing it!! At the very least it’ll make editing easier lol.

But then again when I read my own writing from just a couple months ago I cringe out of my skin, so like—just also accept that it’s a process and we’re all just making it up as we go along. Be proud of being embarrassed of your old work, because it means you’re growing. Own that shit. When I finished writing WWGATTAI i thought it was the best thing I’d ever written, and maybe it was. But since the day I finished working on it, it’s the worst thing I’ve written since then. That’s a great feeling. Not to be like writing grindset obviously bc it’s supposed to be fun—but if what you want is to get better at writing, the strategy is to WRITE a whole bunch of shit, and then own your embarrassment about how much you’ve grown since you started. And know you’re still always growing and learning. there should never be any “goals” where skills are concerned 👍🏽

#fake it till u make it #the good part about fiction is all you’re really doing is makin shit up #no rules!!!#fiction is just trying to sell a lie right #so it’s all on a sliding scale of convincability (at least that’s how i judge fiction)#and figuring out how to convince people of your lie is where the art is #anyway.#not top gun #asks #writing tips #idk how to tag this #also i love ao3 because trying to get published traditionally genuinely made me hate writing/MY writing #i have indeed had the cliche 100+ form rejection letters experience #unfortunately writing is also one of those things where you can see it as a competition so easily #(admittedly a small part of why i don’t read other TG fics—i don’t wanna read people doing it better than me😭)#BUT you tailor your experience to have a healthy life. it’s not a competition if you don’t make it one. put yourself first

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reyescarlos · 11 months

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posting this mostly to remind myself that im actually capable of writing, even if i have been having a difficult time with it as of late. anywho, here's some of the college exes fic~

Carlos steps into the diner and gives his name to the young woman at the counter. She turns away to go and grab his order. Left alone, Carlos looks around absentmindedly, his heart slamming against his chest as he spots an all too familiar face.

Much like the first time he ever saw TK, Carlos is treated to a view of his profile. It’s only a partial glimpse and yet it’s enough to make his insides come alive.

TK runs a hand through his hair. It leaves the strands a bit disheveled. Carlos can feel his traitorous heart swoop at the sight.

The cashier returns, handing him his bag and wishing him a good day.

Carlos falters. He could leave right now without saying a word and not change a single thing between them. TK looks deep in thought as he writes in a notebook. Whatever it must be, TK is focused as he jots down his words.

Curiosity gets the best of him; Carlos can’t help but to study him for a moment. He wonders what it is that TK’s working on.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s been curious about TK since the day they ran into each other at the farmer’s market.

From the moment he saw TK’s face fall after his hesitation, Carlos has been wanting to make amends. Running into him now, yet another accident, feels a lot like the universe giving him a second chance to get this right.

TK looks up and his eyes land on Carlos immediately, as if he could sense himself being watched. The man’s eyes widen a bit, his shoulders seeming to tense at once. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, an animal worried it has now become prey.

Carlos offers a small wave, gauging TK’s willingness to see him now and hoping to reassure him. TK, even from this distance, looks panicked, but he waves back.

It makes Carlos’ heart sink a bit. He supposes this is to be expected, but the last thing he wants is for things to be awkward or strained between them. To be the reason TK feels that way.

Nonetheless, Carlos takes it as an opening and crosses the diner to him. TK closes the book he’d been writing in and as Carlos draws nearer, he sees that it’s a leather-bound journal.

Carlos gets settled into the seat across from TK and is instantly transported through time.

It’s impossible to shake the feeling of deja vu. This reminds Carlos so much of the first time he and TK ever hung out. He wishes for the buffer of Paul and Nancy to help settle the nerves taking over him now.

Back then, TK was virtually a mystery. Now he knows him in ways he’ll never be able to forget.

“Hi,” TK greets tentatively.

“Hey,” Carlos says back. Suddenly all words are seemingly wiped clean from his mind, leaving him to sit in a silence so pronounced, it’s all-consuming.

He looks around before focusing back on TK.

“Is this okay?” he asks, frowning a bit. “I mean…I know you invited me for coffee the other day, but…”

TK nods. “It’s alright. I shouldn’t have pushed things. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that or to make you uncomfortable. I’m really sorry about that.”

Carlos’ brows furrow.

“You didn’t. Honestly, I was just caught off guard.”

TK seems to consider this for a moment and nods again. Silence falls between them and Carlos wishes he could figure out the right combination of words to get them past this point.

A waitress comes over to their table with a pot of coffee in her hand.

“Refill?” she asks TK.

He nods and looks up at her.

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

She fills his cup and looks between Carlos’ takeout and him.

“And you, dear?”

Carlos shakes his head. “I’m all set, but thank you.”

She smiles at the two of them before heading off and plunging them back into awkward silence.

TK’s hands cup his mug, his shoulders hunching.

“I don’t even know where to start,” TK says slowly. “I’ve thought of little else over the last five years. I thought I knew what I’d want to say to you if I ever got the chance. I must’ve pictured it about a million times. But now that you’re actually here…,” he trails off.

Carlos can’t help but to notice how difficult it seems for TK to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. It breaks his heart. There used to be a time when it seemed like TK could never look away.

tagging: @sunshinestrand @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @maxbegone

#wip wednesday #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #userthai #usernicholas #tusersonia #usersteen #kimmy writes

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plutoswritingplanet · 2 years

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Release (Jake Lockley x Female!Reader)

a/n: didn’t proof-read that, ya’ll know that Holychild song? yeah, that’s basically it

Warnings: Dub-Con, just straight up filth, manipulation, semi-public-bathroom-donging

Summary: Steven has been acting strangely today, but when you decide to confront him about it, things escalate (in your favor...or do they?)

- D'you need any help with that, love?

A familiar tone of voice startles you enough to completely lose any semblance of balance you'd previously had. The red plastic bucket perched on your hip slips past your grasp, and clatters to the floor, various cleaning supplies flying out. You swear under your nose and bend down to pick up your scattered stuff, throwing a gray rug into the offending bucket with an annoyed huff.

- I didn't... - your voice comes out raw and utterly venomous.

The man, who was responsible for this whole mess, laughed quietly from above, before joining you on the floor. You gave him a quick, angry look and immediately couldn't shake a weird feeling, that something was not exactly right. He held your eyes a bit longer than you were used to, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pressed tight. He looked like Steven, sure, but at the same time, he didn't...

- Didn't know you are that much of a scaredy-cat - Steven muses, putting a plastic container of a floor cleaning product into the bucket.

Your eyebrow raises at the quip, but instead of saying something extremely clever, you stick out your tongue. Steven has been a dear friend of yours for quite some time, introducing himself as the gift shop seller a while back. After that, you both would spend your breaks together. He would talk about Ancient Egypt, a subject he was clearly passionate about. And you would pass him some pastries off-charge. That, and you get to stare at his handsome face while he talked.

You weren't exactly sure when this crush has started, only that you've slowly grown attached to those little talks of yours. Soon after, you started to notice the way his dark eyes would light up, whenever you'd ask a question, it didn't matter if it was truly inquisitive, or just plain stupid. He answered all of them without as much as a blink of an eye. Then, there were his lips. His stupid lips that curved up so sweetly, when he saw you walking towards him with almost-illegal sandwiches, you've managed to sneak out of the cafe. Oh, and you'd be a fool to forget those wonderful hands, sorting through piles of educational booklets at a lightning speed. Slender fingers gliding across the pages, making your head swim with the most delicious ideas.

That is, until you'd remember yourself, and mentally slap across the face.

Steven was your friend. One, that, to your knowledge, harbored no romantic feelings towards you whatsoever. And so, you'd bottle up your frustrations, and join him on the breaks with a tight-lipped smile.

- Oh, don't look so mad, sweets - he chuckles, sliding the bucket into his own hands, before you even think of reaching for it yourself - See, I'm helping you clean up, gotta mean something.

It's the voice, you conclude. He sounds different, like he's lowering his tone artificially. You've spent quite some time listening to him talk at lenght, which is why this sudden difference really stood out to you.

You both stand up, knees cracking as you do. Steven watches you puff out your apron with a small smirk, that looks somewhat foreign on his sweet face, but you decide not to question it for now. Just like you decide to ignore the sudden shift in his accent, making it sound like a bad, American parody, of how British people talk. You jot all of that down to exhaustion after a long day at work. With a shrug and a wave, you lead him towards the staff room of the cafe.

He follows silently, ducking slightly when shoving aside the beaded curtain of the entrance.

The room is so messy, it's honestly embarrassing, but neither you, nor the other workers have found the strength to tidy it up before closing it for the night.

- Where should I put this? - his voice sounds different as well, lower and gravely, it sends a slight shiver running up your back.

You crane your neck back to look at him. He's leaning on the door frame, some of the beaded threads fall over his shoulder. His eyebrows quirk up when he notices you looking, a bigger smirk playing around on his lips, and you nearly do a double take, because this expression is just so not-Steven-ish.

- The - you swallow hard, and swear he watches your throat move - The chair, just chug it somewhere, will you...

Turning your head rather quickly, you listen as the plastic bucket hits the floor somewhere. With trembling fingertips, you start to fiddle with the knot tying your apron on your back. Your nails scrape the coarse fabric, as you dig into the ribbon. Then, suddenly, you gasp, as another set of calloused fingers joins you. You can't find the courage to turn back and look at him, as the presence of his larger frame looms over you. His warm breath tickles the stray hair at the top of your neck, the feeling making you sway in place, as you let your eyelids flutter shut.

You have no idea where this newly found confidence came from, but your mind was running wild with too many possibilities, to truly question this situation. That is, until you felt the apron loosen, and fall from your waist. White fabric pooled around your feet, and you stared dumbfounded at it for a moment, completely lost in the unlikeliness of this situation.

- Y'know - he drawled in a way that reminded you of an old-timey Hollywood movie - You have a really pretty neck...

A sudden flood of flushed panic washes over you, and with a jerk you grab your tote bag from the nearby chair, and rush towards the exit, clearly refusing to even look at the man. The apron lays abandoned, partially stuffed under the small space between the floor and the counter.

- Do you need some help locking up the stand? - you call over to him and try the best you can to ignore the low chuckle he lets out.

The beaded curtain hits you in the face, as you all but run out of the staff room. He follows, naturally, with a relaxed pace and a knowing smirk.

- I'm actually done for today - you can hear the smile in his voice.

Both of you enter the main hall of the Museum, where finally, you stop. A deep breath later you're turning around to face him, and yet again are struck with this looming feeling that you're looking at a completely foreign person. Steven stands a couple of paces before you, arms crossed on his chest, his body leaning nonchalantly on one leg. There is this energy swarmig around him in waves you've never experienced before. It feels like he has undergone some kind of transformation before arriving here today.

- You're acting very strange - you murmur, finally voicing your concern.

To that, he immediately straightens up, a flash of concern coming over his features, but dissapearing almost as fast as it came. His body shifts, shoulders slouching over ever so slightly. You catch it all, the change, eyebrows raising pointedly.

- I don't know, what do you mean? - there it is again, that weird parody of an accent.

It makes you laugh in confusion and mirror his previous stance by crossing your arms and leaning slightly back.

- Is this, like, a bit you're doing? - you chuckle, giving him a once over - I mean that accent is ridiculous, you sound like Keanu Reeves in that one Dracula movie. All "paaardon my intruuusion" - you laugh, giving an overly-dramatic reenactment.

- Again, don't know what you mean - he mutters, taking a step back.

Oblivious, you walk up to him, looking up at his red face. You've never seen Steven this flustered, and you've seen him blush before. This time, his entire face goes beetroot red, even the tips of his ears are flaming up. You notice his eyes shifting around, dark and endless, they jump from the floor, to the walls, to the ceiling, finally landing on your smiling face.

- Honestly, what is this? - you reach up to touch his forehead, pressing the outside of your palm to his skin, as if cheking for fever - It's like you're a different...

The rest of the sentence dies down on your lips, as Steven reaches for your hand, fingers encircling your wrist in a tight hold. You freeze, finally getting a closer look at him, at the way his jaw clenches, the upturned corners of his mouth, the wild eyes.

- ...person...

He smiles, teeth on full display, something Steven never did.

- Now, are you that smart, or am I just that fucking awful at acting, carino? - the man, who was Steven just moments ago, leans in, his breath fanning over the soft skin of your wrist.

At first, it's confusion, plain and simple. Yu're staring up at the man in front of you, wide eyed and shaking. No way this was true, how could this even be possible. You've known Steven for such a long time, and he never mentioned having a twin. A kind of creepy, kind of hot twin.

- Who are you?

The man smiles, exposing his straight, white teeth. His smile has a bit of a sinister curve to it, one, that makes your stomach tighten in anticipation.

- It's a bit complicated, but for now... My name is Jake - the man bows his head slightly.

- Where's Steven? - your eyebrows scrunch together, the muscles of your arm working under your skin, trying to wrench yourself out of his grasp.

- Oh, he's out there somewhere - Jake waves his free hand around his head, and your confusion continues to grow. - I just...

He sighs deeply, frowning slightly, as he pulls on your hand, making you step closer. Then, his head dips down, like he's about to share some terrible secret with you, and in a way, he does.

- I just couldn't keep listening to him fumble around you - the man explains, his dark eyes captivating yours in an intense stare - He would just fidget and fidget, and do nothing, even though we could all see clearly, he wanted to ask you out.

- Wait, he did? - despite the strangeness of the situation, you can't help but ask, blood immediately flowing up to your face.

- That and so much more, corazón. You have no idea, what is going on in this... - his hand comes up, pulling at the curly strands of his hair - This nerd-head of his.

You're going to pass out, you're sure of it. Everything is too hot, you can feel your chest expanding and contracting with every breath you fight for. He smells of Steven's cologne and cigarette smoke, which should've been a dead giveaway that something is wrong. Steven doesn't smoke.

- Marc would never help out, he's still hung up about that Layla of his - the man mutters, words coming out rushed and frantic, like he couldn't quite keep up with his brain. - But I could do something. I wanted to do something.

He leans impossibly close, those dark eyes of his flickering briefly to you parted lips. You start to hold in your breath, but before Jake can close the distance, you jerk back abruptly.

- Wait, hold on a minute! - finally, you take a long step back, tugging at your wrist with enough force to make him let you go - Who is Marc, what the fuck is going on?

Jake puts his hands up in an expression of surrender, trying to pacify you, as you throw an angry look his way. Then, he sighs, rolls his eyes and you want to scream at this patronizing gesture.

- Do you know what DID is?

Oh.

Suddenly it all clicks into place, a wave of realisation crashing over you. Yeah, you know about DID. It was one of the interesting things that appeared on your 3am raid on Wikipedia. Random facts, collected through half-concious research. Multiple personalities, alters, trauma, all that shabang. With a shuddering breath, you look up at the man you though you knew.

- Are you protecting Steven? - your voice is quiet and uncertain.

Jake blinks a couple of times, before shrugging nonchalantly. You can see his hands form fists at his sides, making your heart jump.

- I don't know who is who - he explains, finally letting go of the British accent - All I know is that Steven is too much of a wuss to ask you, so I will.

Your breath catches in your throat, as he takes two long strides towards you.

- Do you want to fuck in the bathroom?

- What?

- I said...

- No, no don't - you wave your hands in front of your mortified face - Don't say that again.

The man smirks, trying to catch your eye contact.

- Why not? - you know a teasing tone when you hear it, and this is deffinitely one.

- Because it's embarrassing! - you whisper-scream, finally looking up.

The moment your eyes meet, everything seems to stop. Jake's expression changes slightly, from the ever-present smirk, to a fond smile, one, that makes butterflies have a seizure in your stomach. Slowly, as if giving you an escape route, should you need it, he raises his hand towards your face, fingertips sliding from your jaw, up to your cheekbone, and then back down. His thumb gently swipes at your lower lip, pressing slightly to expose your white bottom teeth.

You're pretty sure you're going to die of heatstroke, if this keeps up any longer. His eyes catch yours in a swallowing gaze, and you jump right in without a second thought, the deep waves of chocolate enveloping you completely. It's getting harder to breathe, your chest rises and falls rapidly, heart beating wildly, so hard, you can almost feel it slamming against your ribs.

- It wouldn't be fair to Steven - you try to reason, voice weak and breathy.

- From what I can tell, Steven is equally excited - Jake laughs quietly, eyes flickering quickly between your eyes and your parted lips.

His hand leaves your face in favor of sliding down the front of your neck, fingertips grazing your skin, creating delicious shivers in their wake. Now you can truly feel it, the coil tightening rapidly in the pit of your stomach. That one gesture wakes something fiery in you, and your whole body sways in tandem to Jake's touches, which finally reach your waist. Delicately, as if testing the waters, he spreads his hand on your upper thigh, dragging your flowy skirt up ever so slightly.

- But - he stops, eyebrows scrunching together, as he looks you square in the eyes - If we are going to do this, I need to hear you say, that you want this.

Your teeth catch on your bottom lip, a gesture he immediately notices, and swallows with his eyes. There are several thoughts filled with worry running across your mind, but it all goes down a mental drain, the moment you feel his thumb carressing small circles into the flesh of your thigh.

- Is Steven truly okay with this? - you ask, holding onto crumbs of reason.

- I could let him front, but I think he actually prefers it to happen this way - Jake smiles, showing off two rows of perfectly white teeth.

- Fucking hell - is all you manage to say, before nodding once, then twice, then three times, before finally taking a long breath in - Yeah, okay yeah, let's do it, let's fuck in the fucking bathroom.

Jake actually snorts a laugh at that sudden vulgarity, but you choose to ignore the spark in his eyes for your health's sake. Emboldened by the worries you chose to throw away, your hand finds Jake's, prying it from your thigh and lacing your fingers together. He follows you without a word, as you lead him towards the guest bathrooms, hidden behind heavy-looking, ornate doors.

The inside is basked in a warm light, the stalls are all closed, and Jake makes a run through all of them, knocking on every single door. You watch his eager moves with amusement. Finally, he turns to you and nearly trips on himself, when trying to get to you. There is darkness in his eyes you would've never anticipated, when he finally reaches you, hands immediately flying towards you hips.

- I've been waiting for this moment, for a very long time, gatito - is all the warning you get, before he dives down, lips smashing into yours at a bruising pace.

There is no sweet and gentle in this kiss, only hunger, deep and unrelenting. Your hands fly up to his shoulders and chest, trying to find balance, as Jake starts to push up on you with his entire body. There is a telltale feeling of something hardening quickly against your leg, and the realization, that you've managed to make this man fold in such short time makes you moan into his mouth with delight.

His hands travel up, one of his big palms giving your left breast a small squeeze. Then, in record pace, Jake slides his hands to the meat of your thighs, grabbing a hold of them, and yanking you up onto the sink with surprising ease. You squeal at the sudden feeling of being lifted, before your ass hits the cool, marble counter. There are sinks on both sides your body, and the mirror behind you is almost touching your back.

Finally, when you think you're going to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Jake tears himself from your lips, giving them a parting bite and a scandalous lick of his tongue. Then, he sinks further, teeth scraping the skin of your throat. You're shivering under his touch, as he goes further down, kissing your collar bone and the space between your breasts. Then, in an unexpected show of tenderness, he presses a kiss to the tops of both of your breasts, peakig from under the dress.

- You're so sweet - he mumbles - So sweet I could just eat you up.

Your skirt is slid up, until it pools right under your stomach, and for a second Jake freezes, staring rather obviously at your underwear, which by this time has become a small mess in its own right.

- But, we don't have that much time - he sighs, and it almost sounds regretful.

- We don't? - if your mind was in it's right place, you would've found the whine pathetic, alas, all you could really focus on at the moment, were Jake's hands, kneading your thighs and spreading them further apart.

- We don't- he concludes, shooting a quick look towards the bathroom door.

To be quite honest, you don't even get the chance to feel disappointed, as Jake suddenly stands to his full height. One arm encircles your waist and forcefully slides you forward, while the other has a small fight with your underwear, trying to push it aside. You yelp, head falling onto the man's shoulder, when his fingers finally reach their goal, swiping at your bundle of nerves.

The first contact nearly makes you jump, and Jake wastes no time, as he immediately grinds his palm onto your clit, his long fingers searching for the entrance.

- So tight - he huffs a laugh into your hair, and the gruff sound of his voice sends delicious shivers up your back.

Your hips jolt in place, as he enters two fingers into you, palm still grinding on your nerves, like his life depended on it. The pace he sets isn't the fastest, but it surely is hard. It's not long before he pulls a long moan out of you, accented by the obscene sound of his fingers pumping into you.

- I-fuck! - you curse under your breath, when he curls his digits into you, hitting a spot you almost forgot existed - Jake, shit, oh my god!

- Yeah? - he sounds almost as out of breath as you are - You wanna cum?

It's tempting to say yes, so very tempting. The coil in your belly is tightening by the second, but there is a part of you, that still wants more.

- On - his fingers curl again, and your words are interrupted by a high squeal - On your cock, Jake, please fuck me.

He pulls out so quick it's jarring. Doesn't even bother to wipe his glistening hand, instead it flies straight to the belt, unbuckling it in record time.

- The lady gets what the lady wants - he laughs to himself - Turn around and bend over.

- What?

His only answer comes in forcefully sliding you off the sink and manhandling you into his preferred position. Soon, you're looking at your own face, hair tousled, cheeks red and eyes glistening. He stands behind you, his figure towering over your frame. He braces one of your legs up on the sink, and after an awkward pause, where he gives an appreciative nod at your exposed pussy, you felt him nudge your entrance.

You held your breath and closed your eyes, but nothing happened. When you cracked one eye open, you could see in the mirror's reflection. You give him confused, and frankly annoyed look.

- Are sure? - he asks seriously, bith hands gripping your hips tightly.

The question actually startles you, making you sway your ass in front of him, in a clear display of impatience.

- Wha-?! Yes! Fucking yes, Jake, Jesus Chriiiiioh-! - your voice drifts into a sharp moan, as he enters you in one sharp thrust.

- Shit - he curses behind you, and for just a second you catch a glimpse of his furrowed brows and tight lips, before all thoughts disappear from your head.

The pace he sets is punishing. Every thrust makes you jump on the marble counter, your head rests on the mirror, where it starts to fog over, because of your ragged breaths. Jake's hands grab at everything they can. Your shoulders, your bouncing tits, your hair, your bruised hips.

Your stomach starts to tighten with every move. Jake seemingly senses your approaching peak, molding himself over your body, so his right arm can easily slide between you and the counter. Suddenly, you're being lifted ever so slightly, forced to look at reflection of the mess you have become. He's close to, if his stuttering rythmn is anything to go by.

Finally, his fingers fond your throbbing clit, and with an intensity of a man on a mission, he begins to rub quick circles. There is no sound coming out of your mouth anymore, the pleasure knocking the wind out of hour lungs.

Your nails scrape the marble counter, as the band in your gut snaps. A high-pitched cry escaped your lips, echoing through the empty bathroom. Your body spasms around him, and the pulsating heat causes Jake to moan into your ear. His thrusts become shallow and crushing, and soon after he's cumming as well. He's grunting lowly into your ear and your eyes snap open, to see his face twisted in pleasure. He looks beautiful, as his thighs begin to shake, and you feel hot liquid on the inside of your thigh.

The both of you stay like that for a second, regaining your composure. His ragged breaths tickle your oversensitive skin. Slowly, like he's handling a small porcelain doll, he slides out of you, hands giving your back muscles something that might've resembeld a massage, if you both weren't so completely out of it. Then, after a shorl while, you feel him try to clean you up to the best of his capacity, using, what you deeply hope was a handkerchief.

- Are you alright? - he asks, bending down to slide your underwear up your legs.

- Mhmmm - is all you can say, not trusting your voice completely.

Finally, with a groan, you unfold yourself from your bended position, Jake helping you regain your balance, as he leans down to press quick kisses along your shoulders. You let yourself enjoy the feeling of being cared for, as he steps around you and starts to put your hair into place, starts to straighten your clothes. The last thing you would've expected after this whole ordeal, was aftercare in a museum bathroom. And yet, here you were, melting into his gentle touches.

- You were amazing, sweetheart - he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you hair - But I have to go now.

For a moment, you think he means literally walking out of the bathroom, but soon after, his whole body becomes rigid, eyes rolling to the back of his head, as a strong shiver runs through him. Then, as if a magic spell has been lifted, a familiar lopsided smile falls onto his features, and his eyes regain the gentleness they have been missing all day.

Steven is back, your Steven is back, and suddenly your face grows red. Has he seen it all? Will he say something? Anxiety runs through you in waves.

- Y/N - he looks at you, then around the place, his eyebrows furrowing slightly - WHy are we in the bathroom?

- What?

Cold sweat climbs down your back, as you watch confusion and utter obliviousness paint Steven's features. Your throat closes, as words refuse to form in your mind, the realization of what just happened hitting you like a bus.

- Did you close the cafe already? - Steven asks, starting to make his way towards the door - We can wait for the bus together, if you want?

With a sharp intake of breath, you shake yourself out of the initial shock. Then, as if on autopilot, you let Steven lead you out of the bathroom, following like you always did. There is a pinprick of anger, brewing under your skin, as you watch his back intently, knowing somewhere in there, hidden in Steven's psyche, sits Jake.

That motherfucker.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #steven grant #my writing #moon knight #cross posted on ao3 #jake's an asshole im sorry i didnt make the rules #also the dracula reference is in fact a dracula daily reference as well so ya know

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