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#46 with luke
“Stop being a fucking prick”
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Milo’s birth had been the best kept secret of Michigan.
You honestly thought Mackie would’ve spilled the beans at one point.
You were cautious when Ethan left to play in Jersey. With Luke having left the year prior and Milo being a couple months old now, you waited for the
how come you had my baby and I didn’t know? text.
It never came.
So, you carried on with life. You were close to graduating and looking for a job. Not having a job after graduation wasn’t an option at this point, being a mom was expensive.
“Hey, you wanna go watch the Red Wings Devils game this Saturday? Eddy says that he can get us tickets” Mark asked, shouting through the house.
“I’m down but we’ll have to take Milo because his babysitter is out of town”
“Eddy also said ‘tell her she better bring Milo because I miss him’” you laughed, always one step ahead.
At almost a year old, the little boy was beginning to develop noticeable features from his parents. He had Luke’s hair and nose while he had your eyes. He hadn’t fully developed a smile yet but the way he gave his gummy half smiles with a certain slant you knew they’d be just like Luke’s.
Dressed up in his Devils jersey, a gift from Ethan when he left. Milo had been to so many hockey games in his short little life, being a common spectator at Yost.
While Luke wasn’t in the picture you still wanted to bring those certain aspects of him around Milo. You took him to hockey games, you celebrated certain Jewish holidays with him (after a lot of googling). People thought it strange, you hadn’t told Luke by choice but wanted to keep him around.
Your reasoning sounded stupid to some but others understood where you were coming from. Luke broke up with you after loosing out again at Frozen Four.
The devils organization were there in Tampa. Luke had signed before he even got out of his jersey.
He told you it wouldn’t work, how you were going to be too far apart and that he wanted to experience life as a rookie in New Jersey with a fresh start.
You planned to tell him that night, you were pregnant. You never got the chance. Instead, you nodded and wished him well in Jersey.
You then didn’t tell anyone for months until you were all leaving for the summer and you bid your goodbyes very tearfully. You weren’t sure what would happen next year, if you’d ever be back in Michigan with your friends.
You told them, they dragged it out of you and you made them promise to not tell Luke.
It was awfully quiet at the lake house that summer.
Everyone had brought their partners and Luke was alone for the first time in years, he felt lonely. He missed you. He screwed up.
“Have you got his bag? His ear defenders? Oh did I pack snacks? What about-“
“You gotta calm down, what’s up with you?” Mark stopped you, taking milo out of your arms and looking at you bordering on tears.
“This is the first time I’m gonna see him Mark, I thought I could do it-“
“You can! Luke knows nothing about Milo and I’m sure he won’t even notice us there. I’m right here with you”
His words of encouragement calmed you, nodding in agreement and making your way to the car.
It was a busy night and Milo was loving all of the attention he was getting from random people that passed, all waving and smiling at him.
“C’mon buddy let’s go find Ethan and get your first NHL puck” Mark announced, taking him from your arms and walking down the stairs to ice level.
You watched people skate by that you recognized; Jack and Dawson both from your visits to Jersey with Luke, a few Red wings players who had been in contact with Mark over the year with the team showing interest in signing him come graduation.
Eventually you found #73.
“Look Milo, who’s that?!” You pointed and his eyes followed to Eddy who had stopped right infront of you.
His eyes lit up, babbling and slapping the glass in front of him at his uncle.
“Hey buddy I missed you!” Ethan shouted, smiling down at him.
You were too consumed in the people around you, you hadn’t noticed a certain defenseman watching from the crease in utter disbelief.
Luke’s heart broke. You had moved on, with his old teammate and friend and now you even had a baby.
Jack skated into his little brother, almost knocking him over “Yo, what’s up with you? Move!”
Luke just pointed ahead of him and Jack’s mouth fell open when he saw it “Holy shit!”
Luke just pushed away from his brother, shaking his head and making his way back to the locker room.
When the game started Milo fell asleep leaving you and Mark to enjoy. Sometime after the second period started he began crying softly and you decided to take him on a walk around in an attempt to calm him again.
“I’ll be back” you whispered to mark.
“Sure you don’t want me to take him?”
“Nah I’ve got it, text me if anything exciting happens and if Eddy gets in a fight film it”
You were bouncing up the stairs, Milo starting to hush now smiling up at you “Hi cheeky boy, you’re just tired huh?”
Just before you could exit to the concourse you heard your name being called, turning to see The Hughes.
oh shit.
“Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Madison, Jack’s girlfriend said while standing up from her seat to hug you “How have you been?! You have a baby now?”
You felt overwhelmed, a flush landing across your cheeks “Yeah, yeah I know it’s been a while!”
“He’s so cute! Hi little man” she cooed, her finger swiping across his cheek while he smiled a gummy smile.
You looked over at the rest of the family, they looked conflicted and your heart was racing.
“I should be going-“
“Luke’s hair was that light when he was that age, it’ll get darker” Ellen said, looking straight at you.
You’d been caught.
You bit your lip “I didn’t-“
“We’re here now, no point causing a scene for something we can’t change. You’ve got my number sweetheart call me when you get back to Ann Arbor and we’ll talk” she was always so good at getting her point across.
You nodded with a slight smile “Do you want to hold him?”
You could see their eyes light up “Please?” “Of course”
Milo groaned when he lost contact of you but soon situated nicely in his grandma’s arms while she doted over him.
Madison hugged you tightly now your arms were free and mumbled in your ear “You’re so strong for doing this alone”
Down in the locker room in the second break Luke was fuming. Since seeing you all he saw was red.
When everyone had filed out back onto the ice Ethan pulled Luke back “What’s wrong with you dude?”
“What’s wrong with me?! You knew Mark and Y/N had a baby and you never fucking told me!”
Ethan looked confused “Mark and Y/N? Milo isn’t Mark’s son you moron! Is that what you’re so upset about? You’ve been missing easy passes because of that?!”
“Because of that?!” Luke mocked him
“Yes it’s because of that! How would you feel?!”
Ethan chuckled humourlessly “You left her Hughesy don’t get it twisted”
“You don’t get it!”
“Oh I get it plenty, you’re jealous now you think she’s moved on with someone else! Milo isn’t Mark’s son you dipshit he’s yours! He’s almost one and he loves hockey, his mom is really fucking awesome and his dad? Well he’s a giant fucking loser”
Luke stuttered a response but came up empty.
“She’s out there, with your kid right now and you have every opportunity to make things right. Now stop being a fucking prick and sort it out but first we have a game to win”
Luke didn’t reply, just nodding and headed out the door to the bench.
Luke’s parents hadn’t wanted to let go of Milo, soaking up all of the time they had with him and you let them because who were you to stop it. After all, you’d deprived them of their grandson for months.
The game ended with a devils OT win, you were ecstatic for Ethan and nervous to see Luke. There was no hiding it anymore.
The hallway outside the locker room felt claustrophobic while you waited, staring down at your sleeping boy.
Ethan came out first, giving you a hug and mumbling “He knows, I told him and I’m sorry but he needed to know”
You nodded, a non verbal agreement that it was ok.
Luke was one of the last out, side by side with his brother.
He looked around for you almost instantly, shoulders physically relaxing when he saw you there. His eyes flickered between you and the baby.
“Go, go see her” Jack pushed him. The whole family watching him stumble over to you.
“Hi Lu”
“Hey”
You were both visibly nervous, taking it upon yourself to break the tension you asked “you want to hold him? Your mom said it’s the best cuddles she’s had”.
He chuckled, nodding and you handed the small body over. You watched him closely snuggle closer into Luke’s chest in his sleep.
Luke laughed softly and when you looked at him you saw the tears that lined his eyes and a watery smile to add “He’s so-“
“Perfect?” “Yeah”
The two of you had your moment, being mom and dad for a few seconds until the family interrupted. Uncle Jack claiming his stakes to meet the little one.
The two of you stepped back for a minute watching them all coo over him. Luke’s arm slinging over your shoulders to pull you in under his arm.
Your head dropped onto his shoulder “Lu I’m so sorry I kept him from you”
He shook his head lightly “It’s done now, let’s just go forward not back. Come back to the hotel with me, we’ll talk about everything”
“Everything?” “I want to fix it all, you and I too”
“I’d like that, I don’t think we’re getting him back anytime soon though” you joked.
“More time with you? I’m not complaining”
Later that night you were asleep in his arms on the hotel bed, Milo asleep in a travel cot next to you and Luke felt happy for the first time in a very long time.
Next morning the family had woken up to a text in the family group chat.
Quinn Hughes: what the fuck is this I’m hearing about having a nephew? Was someone gonna tell me? Jack who did you knock up?!
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Hi y'all ! I just finished my most recent Steddie fic. If you have any headcanons or requests feel free to drop an ask ! Im always a slut for Steddie
AO3 full fic under the cut
Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.
Crazy, if you asked most guys.
Not that Edith gave a fuck about what they all thought. Not when she finally had him. The man of her dreams. The one who's had her heart for as long as she could remember.
Steve.
Her Stevie.
The beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous man who bridal carried her out of literal hell. Who bulldozed over any doctor unwilling to treat her and threw his father's name around even though he hated the very thought of using that power. Who nursed her back to health and refused to sneak a peek when helping her in and out of the tub (what a wonderful, fucking frustrating thought).
Who got along with her Uncle Wayne, sitting and watching the game with him, sharing a beer and laughing in commiseration.
And the day they finally got together. He'd set up a beautiful picnic in the woods behind his house, path lit up with twinkling fairy lights and her favorite foods laid out on a soft blanket. Steve had even fucking dressed up as her favorite Lord of the Rings man and recited Arwen's vows to her.
How could she not jump his bones then and there? (And what a bone indeed.)
Edith was already planning their wedding, something non-traditional, maybe a ripped up wedding dress, adorned with chains and sparkling blood-red jewels. Steve would look so handsome in a deep red vest and black tie.
(And maybe they were young, but when you almost fucking die for ungrateful small-town assholes, who gives a fuck)
Her Steve never made her feel lesser—like a trailer trash washout everyone said she was. He believed in her, defended her every time. Even bringing out his nail studded bat to deal with Carver's old goons.
With all the love and care and cherishing he gave her, how could Edith ever think about letting him go?
And all the love Steve gave her? She gave back just as much. Supporting him when he needed, when his head hurt too much, became too dark, swirling with negativity that didn't belong in his beautiful head. Stood up for him when the kids took it too far (they had no right to make fun of his grades or how long it may take him to process some stuff when he had literal brain damage-) And the way Steve looked at her every time she did it.
It broke her heart.
He deserved so much more than he'd been given. And Edith would be the one to give it all to him.
And yeah, Edith saw how other women would look at her boyfriend. How they'd try to flirt and bash their pretty little eyes at him.
(Oh, Edith certainly wanted to bash something.)
But Her Stevie never looked their way, never even gave them a passing glance. His eyes were always on Edith, alight with adoration and love (and lust that sent shivers down her spine and heat between her thighs).
And Steve was so fucking sweet all the goddamn time.
Chivalry may be dead, but Steve Harrington was bringing back a revival.
He held doors opened, helped with overflowing books and papers. He even stopped bullies from going after Edith's little sheepies and Robin's band friends. Hell, he'd lend out pencils if he could remember to bring extra (Billy Hargrove was lucky he was fucking dead, and Byers was on thin ice). No, with his soft, floppy hair, down-turned puppy dog eyes, and reformed heart of gold beating in his beautiful hairy chest, it's no wonder that people flocked to him.
So if Edith had to defend what was hers, could anyone really blame her?
Girls knew better than to go near Her Stevie. One wrong look and they'd meet the right side of Edith's combat boots. Because none of them knew Steve like she did (and never would, as long as she was around). They didn't know his dreams. Fears. Didn't sit up with him when the nightmares and paranoia were too much. Didn't know how to help him through his migraines and insecurities. All of them just looking to add Steve Harrington as a notch on their bedposts.
No, they knew to stay away.
Except.
There was always one bitch stupid enough to try, despite Edith's glares and other's warnings.
She (because Edith was not about to waste her time learning some tramp's name) transferred in halfway through the year. A grade below them and pretty, Edith supposed, long beach-blonde hair and a button nose.
With an attitude absolutely worse than dogshit.
She clung to her Stevie, even when Steve asked to not to. Wherever Steve was, she would just... appear. Basketball practice? She'd be in the stands, embarrassing herself with loud cheering. Shift at Family Video? She's leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest to push up her boobs.
(As if Steve would look; he'd always made sure Edith knew how much he loved her smaller chest. Perfect to cup in his large hands.
“Besides,” he smirked one night, “they'll have room to grow when I knock you up.”
God, he always knew what to say to get her going.)
No, Edith never needed to worry about Steve doing anything. Her sweet, loyal boyfriend would never.
But she took it too far.
She and Steve had a rare shift together at Family Video (after Keith had turned tail when the “earthquake” hit, and Robin was prompted to manager, it was easy to get herself into one of the gross green vests) when she walked in, trying to flirt and failing miserably. After watching her sad display for a good 10 minutes, Edith was finally able to ring her out, giving her a condescending smile and a fake-cheery “Come again!” when she crossed the line.
She'd leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek, ignoring the look of utter disbelief and outrage on Steve and Edith's faces respectively. She was gone before Edith could even think about leaping over the counter and dragging her back by her dried up straw hair. Seething, she turned to Steve, and all anger disappeared as she took in her boyfriend's face.
Steve was staring after the bitch, mouth open and eyes wide. Suddenly, his face crumpled and he turned to Edith.
“E-edi,” he choked out, hands waving uselessly. “I-I swear I didn't know she would do that. I don't even like her-I swear I have never-I would never-” Steve's voice cut off, choking on his own unwarranted guilt. He looked seconds away from collapsing to his knees and Edith could see him begin to spiral.
She worked quickly, dragging the panicking man into the breakroom, uncaring of the empty, unattended store, and closed the door. Robin would understand, just as protective of Steve as Edith was (that was her brother, her twin flame after all).
“Stevie,” she said softly, grabbing hold of one of his warm hands and placing it firmly over her heart. “Breathe with me baby, follow my heartbeat.” She took an exaggerated breath, keeping her pulse even. Steve sucked in a breath, eyes closed and trembling. Edith remained calm as her mind rolled with thunder.
How fucking dare she do that to her Stevie. How dare she send him into a panic attack. She had no fucking right to kiss him, to ignore his boundaries-and then to send him spiraling into what he was most afraid of? To try to paint him as some cheater like his pathetic asshole of a father? She felt him let out a whimper.
“It's okay,” she shushed him gently, leaning up to place a kiss on his forehead and tipping his head to rest against her clothed shoulder. Steve's hands gravitated to her waist, where they belonged, and he breathed in her scent deeply. He held her there, grounding himself as she continued to hum reassurances.
Edith settled a hand between his shoulder blades, further leaning him into to her, and the other ran through the short locks at the nape of his neck soothingly (another privilege only she got to have and will ever have). She swayed them slightly side to side, letting the tension and hurt wash away.
“My sweet boy,” Edith cooed, pressing a kiss against the shell of Steve's ear, “I know you'd never do anything like that. You'd never lead anyone on or cheat. I know baby.”
With those final three words, Steve slumped fully, though careful not to put his full weight on her. The tension gone, like a puppet's strings snapping, in an instant.
“I'm sorry,” he said weakly, muffled by the fabric of her shirt.
“None of that darling; it's not your fault.”
No, it wasn't Steve's fault. Never her Stevie.
But Edith knew exactly whose it was.
And she would make her pay.
Edith leaned against the picnic table, cigarette held casually between her fingers. She did all her business here where no one could accidentally stumble upon. Secluded. No witnesses.
Leaves crunched to her right and she tilted her head, hearing the skank's loud footsteps before even seeing her.
“Steve?” She called, stepping into the clearing and stopping short when she caught sight of Edith. Straightening to her full height, Edith stubbed out the butt of her cigarette under her steel-toed boots. She was already tall compared to other girls, boots only adding to her imposing figure. She crossed her arms, looking the other girl up and down, unimpressed. “What are you doing here? Where's Steve?”
“I'm afraid he won't be joining us,” Edith smiled sharply, laughing when she took a step back. She pushed off the table, slowing coming to circle around her, a shark and her prey. “Stevie wasn't the one who called you out here. Hell, he doesn't even know we're out here at all.”
“What do you want?”
“Hm,” Edith huffed, stopping a couple of feet in front of the blonde, “I want a lot of things, but what I want right now-” she chuckled “I want you to stay away.”
“What!?”
“See, you decided to touch and cling and harass someone who very clearly didn't want it. Someone who had turned you down, way too politely in my opinion, and asked to be left alone. Someone who is in a happily committed relationship, who loves his girlfriend very much. Someone who's mine-”
“Ugh,” she scoffed, “you're really that fucking insecure? Steve could do so much better than some trash nobody bitch like y-” her words cut off, choking as the cold metal of Edith's pocket knife pressed against the skin of her neck.
Edith smirked, amused. “You think I give a fuck? So what if you think Steve could do better. He still chose me, and I'm going to hold onto him till my last fucking breath.” She pressed hard enough to get a trembling whimper. “And no snot-nosed pretentious bitch is going to do anything about it. So,” another shiver, “if you know what's good for you, you'll Stay. Away.”
Edith stared her down, dark eyes boring into her tear-filled ones. With a final scoff, she stepped away, blade folding elegantly back into itself.
“Now, be a good little girl and run along. I'm sure there's some dickhead jock just waiting to take you up on playing 'Hide the Sausage' with you.”
She stood frozen for a moment and Edith lunged at her, sending her rushing away, almost tripping over her own feet. Edith nodded, pleased, already planning her date with Her Stevie tonight (maybe a nice diner date with an even nicer dessert back in her ro-).
“Edi?”
Edith felt the air freeze in her lungs.
Steve stood on the other side of the table, face unreadable as his eyes darted between Edith and the direction the other girl went.
“S-steve-I-this is-” Edith swallowed, unsure. “I- what- what are you doing out here?”
“I came by the trailer to surprise you early for our date and Wayne said you were out here on a deal. I came to walk you back.”
“Did-how long were you standing there?”
Steve said nothing, continuing to stare at her.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
Edith's breath hitched as her world fell apart.
He saw. He'd seen everything. He saw how she threatened some girl and held her at fucking knife point and now he was going to leave her and-
Lips crashed onto hers (when has Steve even moved-) and stole her breath away. Edith gasped, but quickly melted into the kiss, arms coming up to cling onto his shoulders.
Steve kissed her reverently, a single focused intensity that left Edith lightheaded. One arm around her waist, keeping her crushed against him as his other hand tangled in her unruly hair, almost afraid she would try to push away (as if Edith would her dream of doing that, not when he poured everything he was into her). She moaned, feeling Steve swell in his own pants. God, she could already feel it in her.
Gasping harshly, Edith had to pull away (Fuck the need to breathe, she though angrily), but Steve just moved onto her jaw. Nipping his way down to the spot he knew drove her wild, her knees threatened to buckle if Steve hold wasn't so strong. He gave her no chance of reprieve, sucking, licking, biting down-
“S-steve,” she stammered, pressing closer (not close enough, never close enough)
“I love you,” Steve whispered through a ragged breath into her curve of her neck. “I love you so fucking much Edith. Fuck-” He groaned out the last word, grinding against the heat between her legs. He leaned back up, chasing her lips as she pulled away, and let out a whine.
“Steve.” He tone made him pause, finally looking in her eyes. Confusion and weariness darkened her eyes. “I-you just saw me threaten a girl for-for-”
“For making me uncomfortable? For not taking 'no' for an answer and violating my personal space and boundaries when I've told her repeatedly to stop? For showing how much you love me? How much you'll do to actually keep me?” He growled the last words, giving her another dirty kiss. “God, Edith I-” Inhaling shakily, Steve squeezed his eyes shut. “I-I don't think I've ever been in love with anyone like I am with you. You... you make me feel like I'm actually worth something baby, like the things I say and do are interesting when almost everyone else has only ever made me feel stupid, lesser. No one's ever even fought for me, want me for me. You make me feel like...like I actually matter-”
“You do matter, Stevie.” Edith cupped his cheeks, making Steve open his eyes. They shun with unshed tears, though full of love. It made butterflies burst in Edith's belly. “You mean so fucking much to me. Fuck-you're my everything Steve Harrington. And nothing or no-one is ever going to change that. You. Are. It. For me baby, and all those people that ever made you feel any different are lucky I don't find them and-” She stopped, “well, You've seen what I would do.”
“Yeah,” Steve sighed airily, gaze softening into a look Edith had only ever seen directed at her. Full of devotion, as if she had the answers to everything Steve needed. It made Edith dizzy with the realization that Her Stevie's world revolved around her like hers did him.
“We need to go,” Steve said simply, picking up Edith into his arms and she let out a yelped “Steve!” he walked the worn path back to his car swiftly. “Need to get you back to my place baby. Need to show you how much you mean to me,” He whispered into her ear in a deep voice.
“Oh.” A shiver ran down Edith spine, settling into a ball of heat in the pit of her stomach. “w-well, sweetheart, better hurry before I decide to start off early.” She gave a dangerous smirk that Steve matched perfectly.
Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.
Crazy, if you asked most guys.
But. Her Stevie wouldn't have her any other way.
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Soo as we all know it's Thursday tomorrow which means it's toh rewatch day! However i'm not at home until Friday so i have to postpone it to Friday night
I can't wait for it!!!
Also since it's the holidays and i spent my time with friends and family, i also haven't started the next chapter to "You're My Mystery That I'm Longing To Solve". I miss writing deeply and i'm in the mood for angst and i can't wait to pour my heart out ❤️
I also hope all of you had fun during Christmas and that you'll all be blessed in the new year! I love you all my dearies ❤️
#toh rewatch thursday is postponed to friday#i wanna analyse the next episode too it's sm fun#and i can't wait to get back to writing#i want angst#i wanna cry while writing#but anyways i'll get there but i'm spending time with fam#ao3 writer#writing#beta owl house#betalumity#owl house beta#writers on tumblr#You're My Mystery That I'm Longing To Solve#lulu writes
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20 questions for fic writers!
tagged by @chubsthehamster, thank you friend! I am feeling alive and have some time (as in I am procrastinating) so why not!
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
91 on my main, 32 on my short works acct!
2. What’s your total ao3 word count?
748,078
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mainly anime/manga fandoms, but I hop around based on my current interests. My top fandoms by work count are tower of god, hxh, and sk8, but I've mostly been stuck in bsd hell since last year so until that gets under control that's where I'll be!
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
I actually stopped checking stats (like got a skin so I can't see it unless I go to my stats page) so yeah! let's go with my top 5 fav fics right now instead!
backsliding: bllk, nagireo, 4k, rated t. exes fake dating in front of their friends to avoid having to talk about why they broke up, AGAIN. it's so fun!
Collateral Damage: hxh, killugon, 9k, rated t. aka when Bisky said to Killua “you can’t stay with Gon”, but for real. aka my heart broke writing this goddamn it.
Inevitably; daiya, miyumei, 30k, rated e. my love letter and ship manifesto for miyumei through canon. you know when writers say they wrote in a trance fugue state fueled by love and lack of sleep? this was me. loved every moment!
you're my mortal flaw (and I'm your fatal sin): yuumori, sherliam, 17k, rated m. the hunger games sherliam au of my dreams. this was an absolute joy to write all my fav parts of the hunger games au without having to learn how to write action. vibes and feelings only!!!
you are the magic in me: tog, khunbam, 60k, rated m. the hogwarts au that got me through the pandemic and fully back into fandom after a long hiatus. this will always have such a soft spot in my heart. it gave me so much joy to write and led me to meet so many amazing fandom friends, for which I will always be grateful <3
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, I try my hardest to reply to every one. I'm a lot slower now than I used to be, but I do treasure them!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
it's ironic that people knew me for fluff and now I don't know how to write fluff and have to pick between MULTIPLE angsty fics. Probably Collateral Damage right now, since it made ME feel bad writing it ;-;
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I think you are the magic in me or skyfall were both pretty long fics with a well-deserved happy ending that I knew I wanted the characters to have!
8. Do you get hate on fic?
I've gotten a bit here and there, mostly on my e-rated fics when I venture into more 'problematic' categories. It sucks, but I'm less affected by it now than I used to be.
9. Do you write smut?
Yeah, once that door was opened there was no closing it back up haha. Honestly, it's pretty fun when I'm in the mood to write it, especially shorter scenes where I can just turn my brain off a little.
10. Do you write crossovers?
I've written a short crossover called What a Steal on my alt account where Gojo and Reigen meet and Gojo tries to recruit Mob. I don't think I have enough brainpower to map out a true crossover but this short one was fun :D
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so, and I hope it stays that way!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have a few! Not all of them were completed, but I always find it touching that people took the time to start! Same goes for podfics and art, just so touching <3
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I've done a collab once where the general plot was mapped out per chapter and we had 6 authors and 6 artists where each of us got to craft a chapter! It was called Infinite Road where Reki & Langa travel across Canada together and it was ultra sweet and fun. Fandom is so amazing and I was honoured to be invited into this labour of love.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
ouch. ouch ouch ouch. This is too hard. BUT if I had to pick one ship that encapsulates everything I want in a ship though, it would have to be Mark/Eduardo from The Social Network. I have yet to find another ship that has so much potential on all fronts and go through the full spectrum of human emotion depending on which era you put them in. Also that fandom still has the best fic I've ever read, hands down, even if a lot of it has been wiped from the internet, it lives in my head rent free - truly foundational, lifechanging shit.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?
the guilt. the guilllt. I have a ton of khunbam WIPs lying in a graveyard that I don't even want to open up again because I'd feel bad. I also really wanted to finish the miyumei royalty AU of my dreams, and I even outlined it, but it got outrageous and the fandom is pretty tiny so unfortunately I lost motivation :(
16. What are your writing strengths?
I'd say exploring character! It's the main reason I read/write fic and am in fandom in general. Make me fall in love with a character and you've got me for life.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Having a coherent plot, action scenes, finding balance between too much or no dialogue, transitions... def more where that's from and that's okay! I know what I'm not good at, and if I had the time I'd think more on how to improve. But now I just think hey, it's a precious hobby of mine and instead of working on my weaknesses, I'll just ignore them and write the way I like to write :D
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I don't think I'm confident in doing much more than a word or two in Japanese lol personally. I think it can be done artfully and I love it when it's pulled off well!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Card Captor Sakura I think! At least published and not like, just in my head. It's on FFN somewhere, I pretend it doesn't exist, as with the rest of my FFN stuff.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
It'll probably be you are the magic in me for a long time, but these days I still think of when and how I'll finish silence strikes like a hurricane. Can't believe I broke my rule about posting an unfinished multichapter WIP. I have an ending but no clue how to get there. oopsies.
Tagging: @lorilanda, @jusalilweird, @aikotters <3
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⟡ Princess of Dreams ⟡
# 1 Lucien x Rhys!Sister
⟡Part 1⟡Part 2⟡Part 3⟡
Word Count: 3k
Summary: Centuries ago Rhys’ youngest sister was kidnapped by the High Lord of Spring instead of kill like their mother and sister. The high lord had wards placed on his court so she was unable to leave. Rhys has believed her to be dead this whole time. What happens when Feyre finds out who she is and swears to take her home.
Warnings/Tag: Takes place during ACOWAR. Implied past sexual assault. Fluffy romance. Feyre being besties with Rhy’s sister. Pet names (pretty girl, sweet girl, Princess (her title)
Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for part 2! Bold italics are mental communication regular italics are inner thoughts.
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I know who you are.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, Feyre—
You’re Rhys' sister. He told me all about you while I was there. I…I have a plan. I’ll take you back with me when I go. I’ll take you home.
The hushed conversation with Feyre played on repeat in my head for days. She had trusted me enough to tell me she wasn’t really here for Tamlin, that it was a plot, a plan and she was going back to the Night Court. Back to Velaris and she was taking me with her—she was taking me home.
Home.
There was only one problem. Just one. The male lying in my bed. I turn away from the window to gaze at him lying there naked, golden skin glowing in the moonlight. A crown of red splayed around his head. Grooves and planes of lean muscles on display. Arms folded behind his head.
Gods, he’s beautiful.
I had yet to tell him of Feyre’s plan. I believed he wouldn’t tell Tamlin but at the same time…I wasn’t sure how safe his mind was with two other daemanti in the house. I could only protect his mind when I was with him. Plus, Tamlin was his best friend. His High Lord. If he knew of Feyre’s plan to leave…and everything else she told me and Tamlin found out, we could both be locked away again. Not only that, but if he found out Lucien knew? That couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let harm come to either of them.
I took in a deep breath, walking over to the bed, tucking my wings as I slowly crawled up that perfect body. Dipping my head and trailing my lips over that patch of hair that went down, down, down, breathing in the scent of him. Mm.
“And what exactly are you doing?” That deep voice rumbled. I looked up, a sly grin across his face, metal eye glowing in the dark as he took in the sight of me between high thighs as I licked my bottom lip.
“Who? Me?” I asked, sliding a hand up his thigh to grasp him in my hand, stroking him once.
“Yes you, Princess” He laughs, grabbing and pulling me up the bed, kissing me as he rolls us over. I can feel him hard and heavy between my legs and it makes me moan.
“Lucien,” His name falls from my lips as he presses our bodies together. “Don’t tease, I want you.”
“Don’t tease?” He scoffs, “Says the one who was about to wake me up with a pretty little mouth.”
His grin is feral and I can’t help but return it.
“Come on,” I spread my legs wider, letting him feel the wetness there, “I know you want it.”
“And she calls me the tease,” He mocks under his breath before kissing me, tongue sliding into my mouth.
My fingers tangle in those long fire locks. I moan when I feel the heat radiating from his body, I love when he does that. The heat always feels so good against my sensitive skin.
He grins at me again, pushing up onto his knees, towering over me. He grabs my thighs, spreading them out and looking over me and I let him. I always loved the way he looks at me, his beautiful scarred face showing every ounce of emotion he feels.
He reaches between his thigh, wrapping a strong fist around himself and I watch stroke for stroke as he watches me. I tug on that bond between us, watching as it seemingly tugs him closer though I know it was his own doing.
“So, beautiful, all laid out for me,” He groans and I open myself further for him. Stretching my wings out across the bed, arms above my head, legs still spread wide but using a foot to rub over his calf.
That does it for him. He swoops down, grabbing me around the waist to yank my hips up, lining himself up and filling me. I cry out his name, arching into that fullness, into that glorious stretch.
We move together heat and passion. It’s rough and loving and he’s got me falling over the edge in minutes. Then again. And again. He’d always been so good at getting me there. Doing everything to make sure I was pleasured properly.
Tonight was no different as he leans over me, slow, firm thrusts hitting exactly where I needed it as he mouthed at my wing, tongue tracing through the grooves, and one hand wrapped around my wrists above my head to hold me in place.
“Say my name, pretty girl” he says, heated kisses on my wing.
“Lucien,”
“Louder,” he growls.
“Lucien!”
“I want the whole house to hear you, sweet girl.” His tongue laves over a particularly sensitive spot and I’m gone again. Gushing over him and moaning his name loud enough that the whole house definitely heard it.
It’s not long after that his thrusts are slowing. He lets go of my hands so I can touch him, he always liked having my touch when he came. I grinned into our kiss as my hands ran over his body. His panting moans turning into grunted growls. He was so sexy like this. Covering me fully, hair falling around his face, teeth bared.
I reached up pushing his hair behind those pointed ears, thumb tracing over part of his scar before pulling him into a kiss that was more tongue than anything.
“Fuck, just like that, baby,” I moaned into his mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Make me feel so good!”
“Yeah? Gonna cum in that pussy for you, pretty girl, then I'm gonna eat it out.”
That’s what did it for me, I tightened around him. He follows me over the edge a few thrust later with a growl of my name.
Then he’s slipping from my body and sliding down, kissing a trail to my centre, keeping true to his promise.
“Fuck,” He groaned, coming back up, sliding his tongue into my mouth to let me taste myself. Kissing me slow and sloppy. “So perfect. My pretty, perfect mate.”
Despite what we’d just done I blush at his words.
“My sweet handsome mate,” I whisper back, tumbing at the bottom of his scar again before wrapping my arms around his neck.
He holds me tight, arms wrapping around me as we catch our breath. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent—organic, earthy and sweet. Perfect.
My eyes welled up when thoughts of leaving weave through my brain. This was my mate, I had built a life here with him. But I had been trapped in this house for so long that it wasn’t really life. I wanted to go home to Velaris. To my brother and our family. I could try to convince Lucien to go but that could put him in danger. I had almost lost him under the mountain, I could t go through that again. If I left first I could always seek him out later but to stay here when I had the opportunity to finally go home, when I had Feyre telling me she could break the wards binding me here. I couldn’t turn that down.
“My love, what’s wrong?” Lucien asks, pulling back to look at me. Our eyes meet as he wipes away my tears. “Talk to me.”
I sniffled. I felt like it was now or never. I either told him now or he would find out when I leave. I couldn’t do that to him though. It would break his heart to wake up one day and find me gone.
“Please, tell me what’s wrong,” He said, petting my hair.
“I don’t know if I can say it out loud,” I tell him, our eyes meeting.
“That’s okay, Princess” Lucien nods his head, concern written all over his face.
“You can’t tell Tamlin,” The crease between his brow deepens. “You can’t tell him, Lucien, please. Promise me.”
He watches me for a moment, confused and concerned but he nods. “I promise. I won’t tell him.”
“Feyre and Rhys’ bond wasn’t actually broken that day with Hybern. She’s has a plan to go back. She…she said she can break the wards that hold me here so I can— I can finally go home,” I tell him, his eyes widen but he doesn’t look entirely shocked at what I’ve told him.
“And I’m assuming you have the intention of going with her?” He asks, sadness tinged the words and the bond.
“I have to, Lucien. I haven’t seen Rhys in centuries. Centuries. And he thought I was dead the entire time until recently. I need to go home, I need to see him and the rest of our family,” I cried, hot tears sliding down my face. He grabs me, pulling me up and holding me. Stroking my hair and shushing me softly.
“You should go, Princess. You should go home,” He says, kissing my head. I pull back to look at him, searching his face.
“Come with me,” I whisper, grabbing his face. “You can come. You would love Velaris—”
“I can’t,” he cuts me of gently, stroking his knuckles down my cheek. “Not that I don’t want to. Fuck, it hurts just thinking about you being away from me but if the three of us disappear? Tamlin will flip shit.”
“And he won’t be able to get to us in Velaris,” I tell him, grabbing the hand caressing my cheek and holding it tightly. “We would be safe there, Lucien. We could have a life together, a real one. Our own place by the river I showed you. A proper mating ceremony. We’ve been talking about kids for a decade. We could happily and safely have them there.”
“I don’t know…” Lucien shakes his head and I can see the water lining his eye.
“Me and you, Lu. That’s what we always said. Me and you—”
“Always.” Lucien nodded, looking over my face. Taking in every detail like he was trying to remember what I looked like before I was even gone. “What if you go with Feyre and I come later? You have to go now, you’re right you can’t pass up this opportunity to go home. I understand that. But you can come back for me, right? I could help keep Tamlin away…for some time anyway.”
My tears break loose then as I sob against his neck.
“I know it’s the best option but I don’t want to leave you,” I cried, clinging to him as he pulled me into his lap, letting my wings cocoon around us.
“Sh, it’s gonna be okay, my love.” I feel his tears on my neck and my heart breaks.
It was right but it felt so wrong.
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“So you’re joining us after all?” comes Tamlins snarky comment as soon as I walk out of the manor. I roll my eyes, fluffing the ugly powder blue dress.
“Unfortunately,” I rolled my eyes at him, it was too early for his shit, but still smiled at Lucien when his arm wrapped around my waist, careful of my wings.
“You can stay here,” Tamlin retorted with an eye roll of his own. “That would be preferable.”
“Well my mate asked me to attend. As did my friend, even if you wish Feyre wasn’t my friend,” I sneered at him with a wicked grin.
“I would never say that,” Tamlin returned the sneer, baring his teeth at me.
“Play nice, Princess,” Lucien purrs through the bond.
“Not out loud anyway,” I gave a sweet smile. “You look beautiful,” I said, hugging Feyre and kissing her cheek before pulling Lucien away to our horses.
Lucien helped me onto my horse, a gorgeous black mare, her coat shining even in the darkness of morning—a gift from Lucien after I accepted the mating bond. I looked down at him with a smile, running my hand through his hair.
“You’re lucky I love you, I really don’t want to deal with Ianthe’s shit today,” I said, situating myself in the saddle.
“Ianthe’s shit is exactly why I asked you to come,” Lucien said, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “I appreciate you coming anyway, your presence will make it much more tolerable for me.”
“Yeah, I know, come on, let's get this over with,” I said, urging him to his own horse. “I’m ready to get today over with so I can get drunk and dance with you under the stars.”
Ugh, he looks so good. I thought as his head dropped back with a laugh before mounting his horse, dressed in autumn colors he stood out perfectly from everyone else wearing the hideously bright spring court colors. I’d be covered head to toe in Night Court black if it was allowed. I’d have loved to see the look on Ianthe’s face if I had shown up today in all black.
We set off soon after everyone had mounted their horses and there were already hundreds of fae crowded atop the hill when we arrived. I fought the urge to bare my teeth when I saw Ianthe’s gaze lingering on my mate as he dismounted his horse and strided to mine.
“Ignore it. She’s not worth your jealousy,” Lucien said as he reached for my hand, helping me from the saddle.
“I’m not jealous. I’m protective. I don’t like the way she looks at you,” I say, running my hands over the collar of his jacket. “Like she’ll drag you away to have her way with you whether you like it or not.”
“That’ll never happen, my love.”
“Damn right it won’t, I’d break her hands if she ever touches you,” I huff, as a feline smile crosses his lips.
“You’re sexy when you’re possessive,” He said, leaning down to kiss me, first my lips then my forehead before extending his arm to me to hold onto.
“You better make this up to me later,” I grumble, as I would much rather be back at the estate hiding in my room.
“Oh, I will make it up to you, sweet girl,” Lucien promised, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “slowly, with my tongue. Over and over.”
My body flushed knowing exactly how good he is with that wicked tongue. His gaze turns heated knowing exactly what I was thinking, feeling exactly what I was feeling.
“Lucien,” Tamlin calls from where he and Feyre are standing. I glance at those full lips one last time before he’s gently pulling me, guiding me away from our partially secluded spot. .
Jurian is at my other side suddenly walking with us as we trail behind Tamlin and Feyre—also linked by the arms and the Hybern Royals. I had seen the gleam in Feyre’s eye before she turned away, like a wolf getting ready to play with its prey. It made me giddy inside.
I couldn’t wait to witness her revenge.
We stopped walking when Tamlin and Feyre did, reaching Ianthe at her stupid altar as she offered them a singular nod of head. The Hybern twins shifted impatiently, Brannagh had made comments the night before how they didn’t bother with such things in Hybern—practically implying that soon we wouldn’t be bothering with it either. Smug little bitch.
“A blessed solstice to us all,” Ianthe called out to everyone around and I don’t roll my eyes the way I want to.
I stood there through an endless string of prayers and rituals, acolytes pouring sacred wine and the blessing of harvest goods. A lovely, rehearsed little number. Lucien was practically falling asleep between Feyre and I.
Ianthe lifted her wine and intoned “As the light is strongest today, let it drive out unwanted darkness. Let it banish the black stain of evil.” I sneered at her, I knew those words were directed at me. My brother. Feyre. Our home.
“She’s lucky my wine doesn’t end up in her pretty face,” I silently told Feyre, watching her expertly hide her grin with the wine chalice—her silent agreement.
“Would Princess Brannagh and Prince Dagdan do us the honor of imbibing this blessed wine?”
I shared a look with Feyre as the twins frowned at one another—the crowd murmuring behind us. But Feyre stepped aside, smiling a pretty smile and gesturing to the alter for the royals.
“Drink and let our new allies become friends,” Ianthe declared before they could refuse. “Drink and wash away the endless night of the year.”
The two daemanti surveyed their cups, most likely searching for any hint of poison. Feyre kept that smile on her face, I couldn’t extend that same faux courtesy when the prince looked my way. I didn’t care enough to put on the facade.
They each barely sipped the wine before trying to step away from the altar. Ianthe cooed at them like children, insisting they stay at the altar with her, to experience the ceremony at her side.
“I’m bored, Luc,” I grumbled to Lucien through the bond as Ianthe continued on with her praises and rituals. Eyes finding Lucien every now and then, looking away when I send her a death glare—lucky she doesn’t know who I really am.
“I’ll be over soon,” Lucien chuckles, pulling me into his side with an arm around my waist.
Finally, Tamlin was summoned over to light the candle for the souls lost this past year. This part bored me too. Those souls were gone; they didn’t need a candle lit to bring them back to the light. But just as I was starting to lose my patients the sky was finally filling with streaks of pink as Jurian was called forward to recite a prayer as well.
It left only Lucien and I standing with Feyre in the circle of grass, the altar and horizon in front of us and the crowd behind us. The look on Lucien’s face drew my attention as he scanned the area and I could help the crack of a smile when I noticed something out of place. A miniscule little detail no one else seemed to notice—except maybe now my mate.
I watched as Ianthe stepped toward the hill’s edge, her golden hair tumbling freely down her back as she lifted her arms to the sky. The chosen spot was intentional. Only that marker that told her where to stand wasn’t in the spot it had been in when we first arrived.
Golden rays of sunlight finally broke over the horizon. Light filled the world clear and strong. The murmurs started through the crowd. Cries of a name, not Ianthe’s but Feyre’s.
That gorgeous light had not filled and surrounded Ianthe but Feyre.
Ianthe seemed to be the last to notice, to see the sun was not blessing her but Feyre.
She glowed so brightly, brighter than what seemed natural for this occasion but I didn’t care to question why. She was beautiful—shining as if she were the star that hung above Ramiel.
“Curse breaker,” some murmured.
“Blessed,” others whispered.
Feyre's face was one of surprise and acceptance, though I knew it wasn’t genuine, those around us wouldn’t read it that way. They would only see what she allowed them too. The shock and bafflement of Tamlin and the Hybern twin’s faces was ever satisfying.
But Feyre didn’t look at them. She turned to Lucien and I, her light radiating so bright it was almost hard to keep that eye contact. A friend looking to another for help. She reached a hand to Lucien then to me.
I knew Ianthe had to be losing her shit behind us but I was too enchanted by my brother's mate. Yes, this was all a show, but Feyre was special.
I took her hand, watching Lucien do the same. Then we shared a look, lowering down to one knee, pressing her knuckles to our brow. I knew the crowd behind us had followed suit.
I had never kneeled for a high lord of the Spring Court. I was Princess of the Night Court. Heir of Velaris. Princess of Dreams. I knelt for no one—certainly not for anyone of the Spring Court. Not now, not ever.
I was not kneeling before Lady Feyre. Or Feyre Cursebreaker. I was kneeling for Feyre High Lady of the Night Court. Feyre that led Prythian from tyranny and darkness. Feyre that saved my mate and thousands of others under the mountain.
“My high lady,” I declared to her. The only person besides my brother I’d ever sworn fealty to.
I looked up at Feyre, our eyes meeting before she looked to Ianthe, smiling a sweet smile, one that transformed to show a bit of that wolf hiding beneath.
#Lucien vanserra the man you are🥵#calling Lucien beautiful a lot bc…well because he is#no elcuien#nothing against the pairing#in fact I can ship anyone with just about anyone lol#but I don’t feel like writing around the pairing and prefer LuLu baby to be mated to Rhys’ sister 😊#Lucien is just so 🤤#Rhys sister and Feyre are gonna have the best relationship#acotar#acotar fanfiction#lucien vanssera x reader#lucien vanserra#lucien acotar#pro lucien vanserra#princess of dreams
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.*•Adam HC•*.
.*• Adam HC•*.
~.•Adam x femreader!
~.•warnings! Smut! fluff! Sickness! Adam being Adam!
~.•enjoy!!
•Adam thought you wear the most heavenly thing he’d ever seen when he first got a glimpse of you “wow she’s gorgeous lute”
•doesn’t like when you are any where near a thing that can hurt your doll like skin “no babes don’t go near that you’ll hurt your pretty self”
•he likes when you give him small items you make or small gifts you get “for me what a sweetheart tits”
•loves when you drown in his robe “look at you sweet tits, your so tiny you basically drown in my clothing”
•his lower back is sensitive so if you touch it he’ll jump like a fucking cricket
•he doesn’t know how to deal with periods so he’ll go to lute then take every info he got and bring it home to you
•he loves when you follow him around to meetings he finds your loyalness endearing “are you coming sweet tits
•golden retriever boy he’s like that wet dog you see outside that has the brightest smile on
•calls you “tits” “sweet tits” “short-stake” “pretty girl” “baby” “babe” “hot momma”
•he likes to give you pleasure he’ll go down on you whenever he wants
•rather give then receive
•he’s definitely a jealous guy, he’ll put both arms around your waist and stand behind you
•he has trust issues because of lucifer so he always thinks your gonna leave him
•he likes to overstimulate you, he loves the look on your face and the noise of you pleading him no more “awww but I thought you wanted this pretty girl” and “mmm just the noise I wanna hear”
•he treats you like a kid sometimes “don’t go there sweet girl stay by me” and “don’t touch them they might have germs”
•he knows how to comfort but also doesn’t either, he’ll hold you and cradle you but he just doesn’t know what to say he’ll try saying something but it’s always short “I’m sorry” “it’s okay just cry on me”
•now helping you while your sick he knows how to do that, makes you homemade soup, brings you anything you need, he’ll hold your hair back while your sick in the bathroom, will hold you and speak soft nothings in your ear “it fine sweet girl just lay down and let me take care of you”
•if your tried he’ll put your head on his lap and let you sleep
•on your birthday he goes all out and makes every exorcist angel to set up a party for you with all your favourite coloured balloons and a banner saying happy birthday your name
This is a special post for lulu my favourite mutual and first follower happy birthday lulu I love you so much thank you for being there from the start!
@mylunadies
#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel lute#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin#hazbin art#hazbin charlie#hellaverse#HAPPY BIRTHDAY#luna writes#lUlU#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#adam driver#charlie morningstar#hazbin adam#adam x lute#adam x reader
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Writing - writing - writing - and the conversation about pushing each character to their extreme came up!
#corduroy stew#lulu stew#bailey stew#nimrod stew#dahlia#upright? No - reversed#This whole thing has changed so much I sort of gave up on posting about it until the writing is done!#Excuse the dust
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Sneak peak 👀 bsd men x crybaby!reader (nsfw)
Posted here <3
There's no need to like/reblog this, please go show some love to the actual post y'all 😭😭💓
#bsd smut#bsd x reader#bsd imagines#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs x reader#spoiler#bsd fics#bsd x reader smut#bungo stray dogs x reader smut#dazai smut#chuuya smut#akutagawa smut#fyodor smut#nikolai smut#ִ ࣪𖤐— lulu writes !
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#alex in this interview was one of my earliest inspirations for four walls#so i just had to gif it#it counts as research right?? 😅#but no for real this is SO much how i picture him when i’m writing it#pretty and dreamy and tired and just a little sharp around the edges#not quite settled into his own skin but slightly adrift#still quietly figuring himself out and finding his place in the world#ffs i need to stop rambling into the tags and go and actually write 😭#chapter five is now posted btw for anyone who missed it!#alex turner#alex gifs#arctic monkeys#sias era#four walls#my gifs#lulu posts
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It's really hot to pin someone down with your full weight and feel them squirm against all of your fat. Listening to their breathy little moans and whines, trying to get some whatever words they can out in between kisses. Maybe you'd even stuff mouthfuls of food into your captive darling's mouth and feel their belly filling up against you. They've had their chance to fatten you up, so now you should get a chance to really show them exactly how hefty you've gotten, maybe even stuff them until they're a little more plush than before 💕
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Could you please do #1 with Ethan Edwards if you write for him. Otherwise Luke Hughes
Mackie was probably just drunk.
He was talking out his ass.
He was being mean.
Ethan had spent his entire night by your side. Having not seen you in days he used tonight to be with you but was also obligated to attend Nolan’s birthday party.
“Hey Eddy, come play beer pong!”
“Nah man, we’re good here”
You’d been situated under his arm majority of the evening.
“Eddy come do shots!”
“We’re good here dude!”
Everything his friends requested, he turned down.
“Oh my god Eddy you’ve gotta come see this, Duker is downing the entire bottle of Vodka I think he’s gonna be sick” Mackie came flying into the room, a few strays following.
Ethan smiled “Nah man, we’re good but take a video he’ll regret it tomorrow”
Mackie scoffed “Come on man, it’s bro’s before hoes!” He announced, waving wildly towards you.
You felt Ethan’s body stiffen next to you “You better shut your mouth Mack”
He stood defensively “come over here and make me”
Eddy launched himself off the chair, you immediately pulled him back “Leave it, he’s not worth it”
Ethan gave in, sauntering backwards but not taking his eyes off his teammate who was now being held back by others.
“You’re lucky she’s here, I’d have had your ass”
“Yeah I’d like to see it”
Ethan pulled you up to him, mumbling something about leaving to which you only nodded. You grabbed your coat along with eddy’s and grabbed his hand.
You had to walk past Mackie to leave, Eddy stopping infront of him to say
“You better watch yourself in practice from now on”
“Ethan-“ Nolan interrupted, doing his captain duties
“No! Nolan, no! He doesn’t just get to talk about her like that! Do your fucking job and talk to him”
Nobody had ever seen him quite so angry, you tugged on his arm softly and whispered something about leaving it.
Not before you turned to Mackie in his drunken state and said “I thought we were friends Mack, you don’t need to be so mean”
The softness in your voice made everyone feel bad.
Ethan kissed the top of your head and lead you out.
“Thank You for sticking up for me” you mumbled half way back to your apartment.
Ethan looking down at you with a smile “I’ve got your back, always my girl”
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since @nunalastor closed their asks I'll just post them here
these are the beautiful images I drew in digital arts class today <3
And If i see you're still awake the second I post this nun, I will actually come find you and beat you over the head with a bat, GO TO SLEEP-
#for those who don't know the heterochromia red demon is actually nunalastor character I made so I wouldn't have to write out the name#revoke lulu's art license#lulu is delulu
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PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!
〘 Meliodas x Reader x Elizabeth | spoilers | ~ .3k words 〙
MASTERLIST !! PINNED POST 🎧💿
ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: repost, requested by an anon
╰ Damn, you got in a relationship with one of the demon princes AND the princess of Liones/a goddess? You lucky as hell
╰ Prepare to be teased relentlessly by Meliodas. That man does not give up until you’re stuttering and blushing worse than Elizabeth
╰ They’re both very observant lovers. They’re quick to notice changes to your looks, personality, or mood.
╰ Meliodas brings up the changes he notices rather casually in conversation. Elizabeth prefers discussing it in private.
╰ Meliodas is not allowed to care for either of you if you’re sick. He’d probably make you two get even sicker.
╰ Meliodas would love to train you/with you if you wish to get stronger.
╰ He’d still worry about you on the battlefield lol
╰ Elizabeth is constantly worried when either of you fight. She trusts you both and knows you’re strong, but she can’t help but worry.
╰ If you can’t cook, y’all have to rely on Ban and others.
╰ Cuz neither Elizabeth nor Meliodas can cook to save their lives
╰ If you can cook tho, then you’re the one cooking outta the three of them lmao
╰ Meliodas is the biggest on PDA
╰ Elizabeth gets extremely flustered with even just a hug
╰ Meliodas says a lot of sexual jokes and remarks and how lucky he is to have two sexy partners
╰ If you tell him you’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately stop
╰ Or Hawk will headbutt him in the stomach first lol
╰ All in all, very good partners, 10/10, would recommend
#˚₊‧ 📓 lulu writes ໒꒱#˚₊‧ 📓 headcanons ໒꒱#˚₊‧ 🎧 other ໒꒱#meliodas x reader x elizabeth#meliodas x elizabeth#meliodas x reader#elizabeth x meliodas#elizabeth x reader#x reader#sds x reader#nnt x reader#seven deadly sins x reader#nanatsu no taizai x reader
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After recently becoming a magical girl alongside her longtime secret crush Yuzu, Selena hoped that maybe more could come of their new and unexpected partnership. But it seems like everyone's determined to make her the third wheel - and will Yuzu ever look at her the way Selena wants her to?
#femslashfeb2023#femslash february 2023#serenadeshipping#yuzu hiiragi#arc v selena#yugioh arc v#lulu writes
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“How’s that going?” Mark questions like a fact, armed with the kind of cruelty that Eduardo has never liked, only accepted.
It does not make Eduardo immune to its effects.
“It’s—” Eduardo bites his tongue, fire still brandishing through his veins, “—Mark, I’m trying here. For Facebook. If you don’t see that, then—”
“I don’t see any results,” Mark says in a rush, eyes unblinking beneath the dim lights. “Because you’re not here, and I can’t keep making excuses for you, Wardo. You can’t speak about Facebook or find us investors because it’s bigger than you now, bigger than all of us, and Sean gets that, he gets it and you—”
“Don’t,” Eduardo says, not sure if he’s trying to interrupt Mark or finish his sentence. “I don’t get Facebook, not the way you wish I did, but fuck, Mark, I thought I at least got you.”
Mark blinks at him. “That doesn’t have anything to do with anything.”
Ice fills the room.
“It doesn’t, it doesn’t—the fuck, Mark?”
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I started this as a canon divergence take after the hallway scene to fill a tsn end of year event prompt (A SAD ONE), but I guess that scene’s just too fucking emotionally charged for my head to go anywhere else. So, I decided to leave it there and move on :D
#the social network#lulu writes#markwardo#as usual I can never get over the goddamn hallway scene#the first two sentences wrecked me and I wrote them
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co-parenting
— pairing: exhusband!Drew Starkey x Reader
— type: fluff
— summary: You & Drew are recently divorced, while trying to co-parent your daughter Amelia.
— a/n: i’ve been having intense baby fever for some reason.
— warnings: mentions of pregnancy // light cursing // divorce // exes -> lovers
You sat alone on the couch with your 2 year old daughter Amelia sleeping peacefully on-top of you. You softly stroked her back as there was a quiet knock at the front door of your home.
You slowly set Amelia on the couch, surrounding her in pillows until you returned to your spot.
You opened the door to find none other than your ex-husband and Amelia’s father, Drew Starkey, at the door. He threw you a smile as he whispered a simple “Hey”.
There was no bad blood between the two of you. The relationship was a bit complicated due to Drew’s career and schedule, so you both thought it’d be best to get a divorce.
Drew was an amazing father to Amelia; the little girl absolutely adored him. Seeing as Drew was constantly away for work, he agreed to let you have Amelia majority of the time. Whenever he came to see her, he would go to your house to see her. That’s just how co-parenting worked between the two of you.
Drew entered the house and embraced you in a hug, which immediately gave you butterflies. It was no secret that you were still madly in love with the man in-front of you. Well, it was no secret to everyone but him.
Your decision to divorce him filled you with immediate regret.
You led him over to the couch where Amelia was still fast asleep, now hugging one of the pillows. You looked over at Drew to see him smiling to himself.
He slowly sat down next to her sleeping body and carried her in his arms before whispering a gentle “Princess… Princess wake up” in her ear.
Her eyes fluttered at the sound, rubbing her eyes until she could fully see what, or rather who, was in-front of her.
Her once sleepy gaze turned into an enormous smile once she saw her dad.
“Daddy!” She exclaimed as she wrapped her small arms around his neck.
“Hey Princess, I missed you” He smiled as he placed a kiss onto the top of her head. You smiled at the sight. Oh, what you’d do to be a family again.
You made your way into the kitchen, preparing some mac & cheese for Amelia’s lunch.
“You want some Mac & Cheese?” You asked Drew. He looked up from his conversation with Amelia to shout a quick “Sure” before going back to talking to his little girl.
“Daddy why don’t you sleep over” Amelia asked him as she toyed with his hands:
“Because daddy doesn’t live here anymore, princess”
“Why not” She gave him a cute little frown.
“Well uhm… Mommy and Daddy aren’t together anymore. I still love your mommy very much, and I wish we were together, but we aren’t” He whispered as he smoothed her hair.
“But mommy loves you too, daddy” Drew’s eyes looked at the little girl in shock. For a 2 year old, she sure as hell understood a lot more than people think.
“What are you two goofballs whispering about over there?” You joked as you set their plates on the table.
“Nothing mommy!” Amelia shouted as she ran to her big girl chair (she had been learning how to sit in one without falling over… she was going amazing), giving Drew the ‘uppie’ arms as her way of signaling to him to lift her into her chair.
“Thank you, Y/n” Drew smiled at you before sitting down to eat with Amelia.
You excused yourself as you went to the bathroom. As you washed your hands in the sink, you heard a little “do it, daddy” come from your daughter’s mouth. You loved the bond Amelia had with Drew. She really had him wrapped around her finger.
As you exited the bathroom you ran into Drew’s frame. You apologized but Drew wasn’t listening.
“Can we talk for a minute?” Your heart dropped. Last time those words were said, it ended in your divorce. Nonetheless, you nodded your head, leading him to the foyer, as it was much quieter.
“What’s going on?” You asked as you looked into his beautiful blue eyes, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.
“It’s about us” Drew started and you stopped breathing for a moment before you nodded, telling him to go on.
“Look I’m gonna get right to the chase. I miss you. I miss Amelia. I miss you both more than ever. I miss being a family” You were more than shocked at his words.
“I know I’m the one who decided to get the divorce, but it was probably the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. I want us to all be together again” He pleaded with you.
“Drew, you have no idea how much I regret ever agreeing to leave you. I miss you too. It’s been so hard these past few months without you” You had tears cascading down your face at this point as Drew wrapped you in a tight yet comforting hug to try and calm you down.
“Amelia’s getting older, and I’m struggling trying to balance work and taking care of her. Amelia and I both need you now more than ever” You wiped the tears from your face as you looked up at him.
“I know, and I’m sorry for not being around as often as I should. I have the next few months off of work; we can try to fix this” He gestured between the both of you as you smiled and quietly nodded.
“I think both Amelia & I would really like that” You smiled at him before he leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss filled with so much love, a kiss that you’d been yearning for since the day you signed those stupid divorce papers.
Your kiss was interrupted when you heard tiny footsteps running toward you, as tiny arms grabbed hold of your leg. Drew bent down to Amelia’s height and picked her up.
“Guess who’s sleeping over” You giggled as Amelia’s face burst into a smile as she looked at her dad.
“Are you and mommy back together?” She asked Drew before he looked at you and smiled.
“We’re working on it, princess” His beautiful smile remained painted on his face as he pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead.
“My girls” He mumbled into your hair before he began to tickle Amelia as she giggled loudly.
#lulu writes !!#outer banks#drew starkey#obx#rafe cameron#obx fic#drew starkey fanfiction#drew starkey x y/n#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey fluff#rafe cameron fluff
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