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Ok this post inspired me to write a part 2 in Eddie‘s pov
Part 1
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Eddie is completely frozen. It all feels like a dream. Steve coming here to ask him to kiss him. Eddie confessing that it was his first kiss. Steve wanting Eddie to have a real first kiss. And now Steve‘s lips are on his. He’s standing so close that Eddie can feel his body pressed to his, his cold hands on his cheeks and at the back of his head, in his hair. And Eddie doesn‘t know what to do. He imagines himself waking up every moment and having to deal with the fact that he had another dream about Steve kissing him. It‘s better than a nightmare sure but still it drives Eddie mad every time it happens and he has to pretend he just likes Steve as a friend.
But he‘s not waking up, he‘s still here, Steve lips are still on his and Eddie doesn‘t want this to end. Even If it’s not real, even if it’s just to prove Robin something, he doesn’t care. Because as long as Steve’s lips are on his, he can pretend that this is real. He can feel Steve’s tongue pushing at his lips and he reacts completely on impulse, opens his mouth which somehow makes him able to move again and he freaks out completely and just grabs Steve‘s ass. Steve makes a surprised sound into Eddie‘s mouth and suddenly graps his hair which makes Eddie grab Steve‘s ass harder pressing his whole body against his. Steve moans into his mouth and it ripples through Eddie‘s whole body like electricity. He never wants to hear anything else again. He would even give up listening to his favorite metal mixtape if he could just listens to Steve‘s moans the rest of his lives. Sadly there is another sound making his way through Eddie‘s ears. A loud banging and Eddie thinks this is probably what will wake him up now. His uncle banging against his door telling him it‘s time to get up and go to school. But even when they break apart, Eddie doesn‘t wake up. He‘s still in the kitchen looking at Steve breathless, his hair a bit ruffled, his lips flush and cheecks reddend. Beautiful Eddie thinks still completley mesmerized by the face of Steve until the banging gets louder and Eddie finally draws his eyes away from him and goes to open the door.
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Not gonna lie mostly wrote this for you @stevesbipanic hope you like it 🥹
#steddie#steddie ficlet#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#still don‘t really know what this is#also apologises for all the mistakes#writing in english is hard#also sorry for the cliffhanger again but I really don‘t know what is going happen next#maybe I‘ll write a part 3#who knows#my writing
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Hey all! Just wanted to give everyone a bit of a content update.
I apologize for the lack of content for the past… year. I’ve been working through some stuff, and it’s been hard for me to find the motivation or inspiration to write. It comes in short bursts, meaning I’ve been (very) slowly chipping away at multiple projects at once. I just thought I’d update everyone on how things are going and make a list (partly for myself) of what I have in the works, what still needs to be done, and what you can expect from me in the future. Admittedly these are mostly obey me fics but I DO have other things tumbling about in my brain, I promise.
Opposite Day: 2/5 chapters finished, the rest 100% planned and around 30-40% written.
I’ve been sitting on an unfinished chapter 3 for almost a year now, and have written good portions of the other chapters in the meantime. This is the project I’m most excited to finish, and I feel bad for abandoning it for so long. Rest assured, I *am* still working on it, and am extremely happy it’s been so well received.
Untitled Simeon Comfort Fic: 75% finished.
Originally I wanted this written for his birthday (which was in February lmao) but as you can see that did not happen. I’ve got the beginning and end all written out, I sort of went off the script at the end with fun purgatory hall family fluff so the only thing I don’t have written is… actually the eating part. This will probably be the first fic I actually post, seeing as it’s the closest to completion.
“A series of Obey Me Vore Headcanons” Re-Write (Title Very WIP) 2.5/7 chapters re-written
This one I don’t think I’ve mentioned on here yet. I’ve grown increasingly unsatisfied with my original obey me headcanons list that I posted last year when I first got into the fandom. A. Because I hadn’t gotten very far into the story when I wrote it and didn’t get the full scope of the characters yet and B. (Most importantly) I feel like I really didn’t do the characters justice.
Since I originally posted it, there’s been a healthy amount of discussion on depth and nuance in vore media and reducing characters to tropes, etc. I’d like to re-write this series to focus less on physical aspects and “how they eat you” but rather more of an emotional and story driven story of why they eat you and their emotions and struggles that come with it. The obey me brothers are incredibly interesting characters, and I’d like to explore them in more depth and show you how interesting they can really be and why I love them so much.
This one might take a while to complete, but it’s gonna happen at some point. I‘ll keep up the original half-finished version in the meantime since I don’t want to delete it and ao3 doesn’t allow privating fics without orphaning them. I know it’s ugly in it’s current state, just know I’m working on it and the rest of those chapters will be overhauled eventually.
“Miss Em”: 80% written (kind of)
I’ve had this one sitting in my drafts for a while now. Originally I had plans to start another multi-chapter series but then Opposite Day sort of went to shit so I scrapped it knowing it was way too ambitious. But now I still have a mostly written Mammon fic in my notes app just sitting there and it would be a shame to just…leave it. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with this one, Maybe I’ll write the Beel companion piece to it that I had planned and just leave it as a 2-parter. Who knows. It’s really cute, and I want to share it at some point.
Untitled Obey Me mini-drabbles: 60% written
Honestly this wasn’t supposed to be a whole thing. I started randomly writing one day on a burst of inspiration and it turned into little mini “scenario slices” for all the characters and I really like how it turned out. I still need to write for two of the characters and polish up some others, but it’s a fun low-stress thing to work on in between projects. Also excited to share it possibly soon since they’re fairly short and shouldn’t take long to finish (but you know me…)
An unspecified ITWOM fanfic: 0% written, 50% planned
For those who aren’t familiar, “In the World of Monsters” is an amazing novel authored by @vore-toast that just recently received a fantastic ending and epilogue (Please read it! It’s fantastic!) And I really would like to write a little something for it to show my appreciation. I have an idea planned out, but details would involve spoilers so I can’t say much. I’d need to ask for guidance on what exactly to include since the things I would like to write about haven’t exactly *happened yet* but I’ve said too much already… hee hee. I don’t know when this fic is gonna happen, but I swear to you it will. And if my original idea doesn’t work out, it’ll be something. I WILL be writing for this series, mark my words.
Heroes Off-Duty. 0% written, ??% planned
Huh? That’s weird... That one’s not supposed to be there. Ah well, It’s not relevant anyway. Carry on.
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Hello!
Im here to say that i have nnot been normal since i read your recent Wrio piece you did, literally read it over like 3 times.
It was SO good!
I look forward to seeing part 2 (if there is one), and I hope this message finds you well!
Dont forget to stay hydrated and take breaks
Hahaha! I am so glad you enjoyed it ☺️ Part 2 actually involves the same topic but from Neuvillette‘s view with his darling!
I would really like to write it soon but ngl Baldur‘s Gate owns my time lol, maybe after my vacation I‘ll be better at managing my hobbies again lol
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Hiii I LOOVE YOUR STORIES aand I would like to ask if you will continue with the story 'Wind in my hair - Dylan O’Brien Series' because i fell in love with this story and I NEEED ANOTHER PARTS<3 bye, love u
Hi lovely! ♥️
Thank you so much for your feedback! I really appreciate it!
I needed some time away from that story because while I was writing it my best friend was diagnosed with cancer and unfortunately died in January 2021 that’s why I couldn’t continue.
But now that some time has passed I‘ll be continuing with the story but I don’t like my writing from back then anymore… I think I‘ll rewrite it completely and then publish it again with some improvements of course 🫠
And well… because of my best friend‘s cancer treatment, I now know a few more things about it that I could add and maybe make the story a bit more interesting ☺️
But right now I‘m super busy like always during the winter season and also, I‘m going to visit my family in Thailand soon. Once that busy season is over for me (probably in February), I‘ll continue with Wind in my hair 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
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Hey !!! I heard your bored , so am I :) I have a few questions for you , you can answer them if you want <3 ( I‘ll only ask stranger things questions I hope that’s ok )
Favorite season ?
Favorite characters ?
A scene you want to see in season 4 ?
Is Mike gay or Bi ( or straight ) ?
What season 4 storyline are you most excited to see ?
Favorite ships ?
Favorite quote?
Least favorite character ?
Least favorite ship ?
I can’t think of more questions right now lol sorry 🙈. Have a great day and stay safe!! 💗
HIII OH YM GOD THANK YOU!??? I LOVE YOU???? DHDHDHS 😭i did NOT expect to get this many ... yes of course it's totally fine non !! (that's my nickname for anons lolol) THANK UUU ok here we go
favourite season?
SEASON TWOOO BAYBEEEE i just LOVE THAT motherfucker . it's got the BEST 80's vibes and awesome soundtrack and THE BYLER!!!!😭😭😭😭and also MAX AND STEVE AND ALSO I LOVE PUNK EL I KNOW THAT THAT PART OF THE STORYLINE IS CONTROVERSIAL AND I AGREE IT HAS SOME ISSUES BUT I LOVE PUNK EL OKAY and i love her exploring her darker side and using her powers to get revenge but she too much of a sweetie to be like kali. she's an angel. i love el . adore her <3333 and the colour palettes and the scenes and GAH!! i just love season 2 okay. though season 1 is SUUUPER close because holy fuck that one is so beautiful and emotional especially with joyce and will being missing and learning about hoppers past and GOD !!!! just fuckign great. And I LOVE THE LITTLE KIDS THEYRE SO CUTE ! AND SO MUCH FUN!!! god i love it . season 2's my fav but s1 is So So close by like a sliver ...
favourite characters?
MAX . ROBIN. UHH WILL. DUSTIN. MIKE. uM .... csnt fucking decide oKAY 3)33&28/8922 i love them all!!! they're all my blorbos and i adore them with every bit of my tiny little pathetic gay heart !!!?2! THOUGH.... my fav FAVs are max will and robin. im not gonna chose they're all at the same level i love em thoigh robin maybe just a tiny bit less because we don't know as much about her yet , i get more attached the more we learn though i guarantee that when season 4 comes out and we get a bit more robin stuff (hopefully)... she will definitely be with max and will. I just love them. though I LOVE DUSTIN AND MIKE TOOO!!!! dustin is such a great character he's been such an awesome staple and the show definitely would be bad as hell without him. and i love mike because i LOVE HIS FUCKING STORY AND HIS CHARACYER ARc he's just my pathetic little sad gay repressed homosexual. this is probably not making sense im so sorry😭
a scene you want to see in season 4?
GOD. anything. i just want to see A SCENE . i am so desperate for content that i will literally take anYYYTHINGZZZ ... though we have gotten some new shit lately in the lead up to s4 but it's been like what?? 3 years since we've had new stuff ? or is it 4? no it's gotta be 3 .. im terrible ag maths. but tbh i reALLY REALLY want to see ronance content , el discovering herself and like finding more things she's happy about specifically a hobby, i really want her to have an interest in something because she's had like . literally NOTHING except like all her trauma or just interest in like . mike. lIKE WHAT DOES SHE LOVE OTHER THAN THAT?? can she paint? will she write ? like give me a hobby pls!!! 💀as max says there's more to life than stupid boys please let her flourish as an individual . but like dude .. there as so many scenes i wanna see and this is So long already and i think i will leave it there before i go on an incomprehensible annoying ass tangent thank u
is mike gay bi or straight ?
ohhhkay so this discourse i been seeing a lot lately . ummm ima be dead honest he seems to be more queercoded as gay rather than bisexual like .. he throws himself into a relationship with el and like yes he does show genuine interest at first and like im going off the top of my head but basically just read @beepboop358 's byler proof google slides. that will summarise my whole opinion on the whole thing tbh. BUT !! im not opposed to him being bi!!! we have no idea at this standpoint guys rememebr that ! mike has a long way to go in terms of accepting himself and coming to terms and discovery etc let's just see what the duffers are gonna do with it !!! :)) so im gonna say it can be either one but i am leaning slightly towards gay because of all the subtext .
what season 4 storyline r u most excited to see ?
ALL OF THEM !!!! literally all of them. god im so so fuckimg exicted we're gonna get CONTENT BAYBEEEE i been watching the same 3 seasons for what feels like a goddamn lifetime like PLS.. ima be a bit basic and say the pizza gang mainly because i wanna see byler develop (and it looks like they're really leaning into it now !! HOLY SHIT FHDHDJDJB!!!!! i been shipping them since 2017 and ppl thought it was like a crack ship my god we've come so far .. ) though also very excited to see the older teens storyline especially with eddie seeing what kinda character he is !!
favourite ships ?
ummm obviously byler 😭😭😭😭and also elmax GOD elmax ... and also lumax !!! fucking love them. but also ronance and stoncy and also byclair and henclair .... like so much. i love em all. AND HENDERHOP very cute <3 and hopclair!!! i just love them ALL and also steveddie even though we barely have any content yet but i have a feeling it's gonna be really fun :))
favourite quote ?
mmm this is a good question honestly !!! i really like jonathan's quote "you shouldn't like things just cause people tell you you're supposed to" i love that honestly . makes me very happy :)) but like .. also hoppers letter at the end of s3??? it just gets to my heart in a way i can't explain... like damn. i remembr first time i watched it i CRIED my eyes out like jesus but also. half the quotes from season 1 i love 'em . so many iconic bits in that season
least favourite character ?
lonnie and brenner . those cunts can go rot in hell 🥰
least favourite ship?
umm i don't know to be honest. i don't have a ship that i hate , well actually h*rringrove i DESPISE they can fuck off .. hate the billy / karen thing years are taken off my life ever time im forced to see it..
i don't like j*pper very much (but only season 3, im not about to get into it rn i cant be fucked though i don't hate it) j*ncy is eh and m*leven . i don't hate melvin but i don't think they right for each other same with j*ncy. but otherwise idk i don't hate that many ships .. there's not that many that get under my skin except i don't prefer it if they don't really have chemistry or have issues though not saying relationships can't ever have issues that's unrealistic ,
and ITS OKAY THATS PLENTLY OF QUESTIONS FJDJDJ and i hope u like my annoying long ass answers becaude i have so much shit to say !!! I HOPE YOU HAGE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT TOO ANON THANK U I LOVE U <3333
#it's 12:50am for me rn#shhhh#well axtually nearly 1am#😳#im a night owl#ive been trna get my schedule better but it's HARD#stranger things#byeler#byler#asks#anon
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okay i need to write this here because you may think i’m crazy on ao3, but theory time because you said this is a scavenge hunt and i love fics that have me guessing a little and yours has me guessing alot!😶
okay. this is maybe delulu. but in the summary, it says charles is an officer gone off duty…so, police? then in chapter 3 it says that he has a file on max, so that „confirms“ my police officer theory. BUT. off duty?? means he is no longer an officer or? and why is he not? and then why does he have a file? and what does seb have to do with it? are they doing illegal stuff with files….and who is seb to charles like what does he do? is he a shady mafia boss!!?! and what secrets does max have!!! that charles and seb want to know about maybe/ probably? and also i can‘t shake the feeling that u‘re being mean to us and playing us in chapter 3 because of the „charles is kind“ thing from max. but then again he really is so sweet and careful with max😭 which i love so much! and i love the small things you described as max noticing but then againnnn maybe that is the deceiving part? and charles himself literally said that he doesnt think he‘s a kind person..is that supposed to be like..he‘s trying to be a good person but he knows he‘s not for whatever he‘s doing to max with seb
I HAVE QUESTIONS
hello dear anon🥰 (sorry for the belated response)
oh wow, you went digging digging! i love that!! :) there are quite some easter eggs hidden in there
i‘m never know what‘s a spoiler and what not so for anyone who may wants none at all, i‘ll put it under the cut
charles is indeed a police officer though yes, off duty.
why he is off duty and why he has max‘s file nevertheless will be explained in chapter 5/6. chapter 6 specifically is entirely charles centric so we will get to know all about it, also seb makes his appearance in chapter 5! aaalso seb works for the police too ;)
oh i love the way you interpreted that scene! that‘s fairly interesting!! 🤓 i think it will also be revealed why charles feels that way in chapter 6 :)
thank you for reading and your thoughts, i love all of them!
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ahh jel, i‘m happy you liked my little drabble, it’s a trope that i think is perfect for reo!! as far as part 2, i did have in mind to write this out as a regular fic since i pinned down the idea and even had the idea to collab on it with a moot for a continuation but well… you can see where that got us (nowhere lol)
maybe once i‘m less antsy and still in my bllk feels i‘ll come back to this ^^
holly my dear, hello <3
you definitely found the perfect trope for reo with that drabble! it would definitely make for a great fic, but don't let it pressure you for a continuation!! take however much time you need, and remember that there's no point in it if you don't find joy in writing it!
love you lots 🤍
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What I read in January 2024 - ranked
1. Dune Messiah- Frank Herbert 5/5
This was a reread. Cemented this as one of my favorite books ever. Might even prefer this over the first book. I love the characters, the philosophical approach, the world building…. just perfect imo
2. Frankenstein – Mary Shelly 4.5/5
I loved this so much. It‘s very hard to root in for Frankenstein but very easy to empathize with the monster. I like how Frankenstein‘s hubris is his downfall and how much I hated him lol.
3. The Name of the Wind - Patrick Rothfus 4/5
listened to this as an audiobook. I already started this in december but finished at the end of January. Loved the worldbuilding — the world and the characters feel very real. I love the scientific approach to the magic system. I liked the choice of an unreliable narrator but it also kind of made hate the main character lol. But I still think this is one of the best fantasy books I‘ve ever read. Kvothe‘s lecture is probably one of my favorite scenes in anything ever.
4. Into thin air - Jon Krakauer 3.5/5
I never read non–fiction but my mother‘s boyfriend recommended this to me. I liked it, but it felt a bit dry and streched out in parts. But this made me want to read more non–fiction in the future.
5. Weihnachten auf der Lindwurmfeste - Walther Moers 3/5
It’s cute and charming but nothing special. Don‘t even know if there‘s an english version of this.
6. The Dwarves - Markus Heitz 3/5
Very mediocre and forgettable. The writing was incredibly simplistic (but not in a good way) and the characters were all very flat (with maybe 2 exceptions). I think I‘ll give this series another shot after some time because I think it has great potential and a lot of room for improvement.
DNF ❌ The Final Girl Supportgroup - Grady Hendrix 2.5/5
I just could not bring myself to care for the characters or anything happening… But I could appreciate the fast pacing and the humor, but it wasn‘t enough to make me finish it
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You aren‘t completely happy with the chapter??? Are you kidding me??? I cried again. And I rarely cry when it comes to reading. Mina and Chaeyoung exchanged 3 words and I cried. What is this sorcery
I think it’s perfect. For real. It doesn’t seem rushed. You introduced it so nicely even though they aren’t your core characters. Hoping you will find more opportunities to show us their dynamic. It’s giving comfort, really. The way both of them went through divorce yet were in such different places makes just so much sense.
I love that both of them fill the huge gap their precious partners couldn‘t. The way Tzuyu is so generous with her son and is giving Chaeyoung a family so willingly made me wail. Usually I don’t like to have my smut interrupted because my brain is already „ugh smut, nice“ BUT I was so so excited when it came to that ‘we don‘t need protection‘ part. Chae‘s reaction felt like someone kicked me in the guts. Infertility is so painful in real life and the whole „I‘m less of an omega“ is just another reminder how painful it is in ABO where having children is maybe the biggest goal in life. I hope you explore Chaeyoung and her infertility more. Like I wanna know people’s reactions that made Chae feel like shit. I want to know their names and address.
Ghost I could probably write you a review of me rambling about your art longer than the chapter but I don‘t want to bore you. I love love love the way you are creating this universe and it’s characters. I just know that I‘ll be a mess once it ends and you will be hearing from my therapist.
And I hope your partner is fine! I know you said the next chapter is already being edited, but don‘t stress yourself. Thank you so much for the update! ❤️
you're way too kind to me every update, but thank you thank you! 💗 it means a lot truly!
when chae was trying to get back out there and date post-separation she encountered some real assholes. i also hope i can find more time to write about chaetzu's journey, it'll probably come in the form of a one-off as i want to focus back on the main storyline but you have deff not seen the last of this chaetzu!!
thank you again, she's doing a lot better! 💗💗💗
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The One Night Stand pt. 4
Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader / Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
Part 1 ; Pt. 2 ; Pt. 3 ; Pt. 5
A/n: Okay so this one is rather short, I’m sorry but it wouldnt really fit if i’d continue it. So... See this as a short explanation chapter lol - also thanks for your comments, you’re literally the reason why i was motivated to write this now at 3am haha - also sorry that this turned out to be less nsfw now , but i mean... Probably in the next chapter. ( also i should really stop tuning my one shots into small stories)
Warnings: none
Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader , Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
Form: oneshot / short story
Putting on Gojos shirt, you walk over to him, sitting on the couch.
“Got some trouble walking?” He giggles and stretches out his arm, pulling you into his lap.
“Shut up.” You hit his chest while he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your nose. You smile and look into his beautiful blue eyes. One of his hands moves up to your face, caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch and sigh softly.
“How could I ever leave you?” He whispers.
“That’s something I want to know too.” You tease and raise one of your eyebrows.
He avoids looking at you and scratches his neck.
“Uhm... Well.. You see...” he stutters looking everywhere than at you.
“So... uhm.. I - I was jealous... and you know... “ he finally looks at you, “ I couldn’t admit that I was so... I tried playing Uno reverse.” He chuckles embarrassed.
Gently you kiss his jaw. “I mean... same, why do you think i continued this thing with Toji.” You hide your face in his neck. He runs his fingers over your scalp, gently massaging it. “It’s fine.” He says and places a kiss on the top of your head.
“Hey Satoru?” You look up at him.
“Yes?”
“Why now?”
“Huh?”
“Why are you here now. Why not earlier?”
He hides his face in your hair, avoiding your gaze again.
“I just felt, as if something was missing... and I - I realized that I was simply missing you.”
Something in your head tells you, that this wasn’t the whole truth, but your heart wants to believe him. He was with you now. You finally had him back, so why should you make some drama now?
So you said nothing and just cuddle closer to him again.
The two of you stayed like this for a while, holding each other, enjoying each other’s company. Gojo keeps on stocking your head and back, occasionally placing kisses on parts of your body and you feel yourself slowly drifting to sleep.
Afters some time Gojo realizes that your breathing got slower and softer, he smiles and looks down at you.
He should have told you the truth, but he couldn’t.
He promised that he won’t hurt you again, so he kept quiet.
How should you find out anyways.
He knows that you always act tough, but deep inside, you just want someone you can trust, someone you feel save with.
He wants to be that person for you. Who should you feel saver with than him?
So it shouldn’t be important that he came back to you now, after Nanami told him how miserable you are. After Megumi mentioned that his Dad told him, how Gojo broke you.
He knows you love him.
And he does too, but not in the same way. He thought he did after seeing you leave with Toji, but it was just the fear of loosing the attention you give him. While he was with Bella the past weeks, he spent no second feeling guilty for not choosing you. He was happy having someone to hook up with now and then, without any strings attached.
He sighs and gets up, carrying you in his arms.
But even tho he cares too much about you, so he couldn’t hurt you more now.
Maybe he will learn to love you the way you love him...
He gently places you down on your bed and covers you with the blanket. Laying down next to you, he rests his head on his hand and looks at you, his other hands reaches out to you and outlines the features of your face.
You wake up, again having an arm wrapped around you, yet this time, it feels different. Somehow you don’t feel as good as you usually do.
It just doesn’t feel right.
“Gooood morninggggg angle.” Gojo sing whispers.
You smile, remembering everything that happened last night and turn around, looking into his eyes.
“Hi.” You whisper and close your eyes when you feels his lips on yours.
“I’m sorry to tell you... but we have to get up now. My students expect to see me in an hour.” He chuckles.
“Please I’m sure they’re more than happy to not have to deal with you in the morning.”
“Hey!” He pouts.
“But I‘ll gladly have you in the morning.” You laugh and pinch his cheek, “Now lets make some coffee or else I won’t be able to deal with you and the kids.”
Sipping your coffee you see your phone laying on the table and remember the message you got. Taking your phone you groan, seeing that it’s almost empty.
“Hey, can you charge it?” You hand Gojo, who sits next to your charger.
“Sure.” He smiles and you get up, “I need to get dressed ... so you don’t have to walk around shirtless.” You laugh.
Scrolling through his phone Gojo waits for you to come back. Your phone next to him vibrates, signaling that its now charged up to 80%. Due to the screen lighting up ,he sees the recent message you got. It just shows the name. “Toji”.
He know it’s wrong... but he still hears the water running in the bathroom... so he unlocks it, knowing your password.
When he reads the message his jaw clenches, his eye twitch and something in his heart stings.
His finger hovers over the bottom to delete the message... biting his lip he hesitates, but before he can delete the message he hears you coming back.
“Here.” You throw the T-shirt over at him, “is this my phone?”
“Uhm yes, sorry, I wanted to change my name in your contacts, but this chat was open and uhh.. here.” He awkwardly hands you your phone back.
“Please don’t tell me you wanted to switch it back to ‘ Your GOD’. “ you laugh but quickly stop when your eyes scan over the message on your phone.
“Uhm.. let’s go now.” You quickly lock the phone and walk over to your shoes.
Your hands shake as you put on your shoes, your heart feels tight and the words float through your head.
He loves you?
Toji loves you?
And why does your heart, the longer you think about it, feels warm and mushy?
You love Gojo, right?
Taglist: @laceymorganwrites @ereeeeehhh @gojocumslut @channieboiiii @alltimeluw
#jjk hcs#jjk oneshots#jjk x reader#jjk headcanons#gojo x reader#toji imagine#toji headcanons#toji x reader
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Update on FF writing progress❣️
You guys!
I‘ve just wanted to let you know quickly that Chapter 3 of my Moiraine x Siuan fanfic is 3/4 beta-ed 🥳 and it‘s again longer than intially intended with ~8k words. Also for Chapter 4 & 5 I have already a few chunks written whenever the muse was with me (especially for the smutty parts lol 😈)
I think we‘ll manage to upload next week - YAY! Can‘t say when exactly since I‘m still in exam phase.. but just that you know, my love for that FF is still burning strong and I‘m very determined to finish it, even if updates come rather slow.
HOWEVER, you‘ll need to brace yourself because Chapter 3 will be brutal and I‘ll need to add all kinds of disclaimers for sure! It‘s still a way to go for our kittens to find their happy end but as compensation, the last Chapter will basically be the pinkest of fluff and a proper finale 😇
Sorry for blabbering too much again and have a nice week❣️
Oh, and happy Valentine‘s Day as well, celebrate the love, no matter in which form or with whom ❤️🧡💛💚💙 (but maybe not in an Amy Elliot Dunne way..)
#moiraine x siuan#moiraine damodred#moiraine sedai#siuanraine#siuan sanche#sophie okonedo#the wheel of time#wheel of time#rosamund pike#fanfiction#wheel of time fanfic#lesbian fanfic#fanfic update#valentine#valentine‘s day
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Modern AU chat fic - part three
this is still one of my fave modern au headcanons. (it doesn’t take place during their high school time but rather in the last year of college)
Talon: Oh my god, I wanna die.
Talon: Someone please kill me.
Halea: Gladly.
Maya: Halea!
Maya: What’s wrong Tal?
Talon: Did you guys know that Aiden speaks and understands French?
Maya: …
Halea: Uh, sure? He spent a year abroad in a country that has French as an official language, what do you think how he communicated
Talon: I don’t know, maybe in English?????
Talon: I’m sure most people in Canada speak English. It’s official language, too.
Talon: Wait, did you know too, Maya?
Maya: …
Maya: Yeah.
Talon: Then why didn’t you tell me? I thought you were my best friend. You could’ve saved me from this embarrassment.
Halea: What even happened that makes you freak out so much? So Aiden understands French. So what? You speak French too.
Talon: That. Is exactly the problem.
Halea: ???
Talon: I said some stuff in French because I thought then he wouldn’t understand what I said.
Halea: Were you insulting him?
Halea: Cause if you were I’ll beat your tall ass.
Talon: No. Worse.
Talon: I’ve been saying… cheesy stuff
Halea: I still don’t think I understand the problem.
Talon: Ugh.
Maya: I’ll explain.
Maya: Whenever Talon says something sappy or romantic to Aiden he says it in French because he thinks it’s too embarrassing to say it in a language Aiden actually understands
Maya: Which is stupid btw, as I already tried to tell him.
Maya: Now turns out that since Aiden speaks French he actually understood all the cheesy stuff Talon said all along
Halea: Ohhhhhh
Halea:AHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Talon: Are you done
Halea: No, not by far
Maya: Halea!
Halea: Okay I‘ll stop
Halea: But it’s still hilarious why did Aiden never tell me this it’s comedy gold
Talon: I’ve been asking myself the same question
Maya: Did you ask him why he didn’t tell you?
Talon: …
Talon: No.
Maya: What did you say about the whole situation then?
Talon: I-
Talon: …
Maya: Talon, spit it out
Talon: Ugh okay I more or less made up a half-assed excuse and fled from the apartment
Maya: Oh Tal -.-
Talon: I panicked, okay???
Talon: I said something cheesy and this time he answered me in perfect French and I swear I died right then and there.
Halea: For someone this smart you’re actually pretty stupid
Talon: You’re not allowed to call me stupid, you’re more stupid than me
Halea: At least I tell my girlfriend how I feel about her to her face instead of hiding it behind some fancy language
Maya: Stop it, both of you.
Maya: Talon, you really should speak with Aiden about this. It wasn’t fair of you to just leave just because you were embarrassed. What do you think how he feels now?
Talon: Shit. You’re right.
Halea: She’s always right.
Talon: Shit shit shit I was acting really stupid, didn’t I?
Maya: Yeah.
Halea: Absolutely.
Halea: So stop texting us and go on home to your man already.
Maya: And maybe this time actually use English to express your feelings
Halea: Yeah! If you’re not embarrassed of loving him you shouldn’t be embarrassed of telling him!!
Talon: Those are… actually some pretty wise words
Halea: Well I’m not as stupid as you might think I am
Talon: Debatable. But really, thank you girls
Maya: No problem.
Halea: You’re welcome
Maya: And now GO.
. . .
*later, after Talon has left the chat*
Halea: Can you believe these two idiots? They’re hopeless.
Maya: Yeah. Hopelessly in love with each other and hopelessly bad at feelings sometimes. They’re lucky to have us.
Halea: When they ever get married they better thank us at their wedding
Maya: Yeah that’s true.
Halea: These dorks I swear
Maya: That’s why we love them though.
Halea: True haha
Halea: I love you btw <3
Maya: awwwww babe, I love you too
Halea: <3
Maya: <3
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general tag list: @deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @writingamongther0ses @blueinkblot @wildswrites @abiandwriting @theroyalcoven @7devills @myhusbandsasemni @authortango @sleepy-night-child @charleeyy @formulatingfiction @shiishki @gr3y-heron
#writer speaks#writeblr#wip: the knights of the alder#modern au#chat fic#writing#my writing#everyone in this au is like: @Talon why don’t you get home to your boyfriend and maybe you calm down
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Pet Hero - Tomura Shigaraki x Reader
where shigaraki finds a hero who was trying to complete a mission, things go south and he ends up fucking them dumb
warnings: uh... lots of degradation, sort of dumbification, it’s kinda gross, choking, quirk play kinda? shigaraki just mentions what would happen if he gripped them with all 5 fingers, Autassassinophilia is what it’s called, shigaraki has foul language
pairing: tomura shigaraki x gender neutral reader
a/n: heres a lil smth for yall while you guys wait for free bird 5 cause im such a simp for this mf. thank you guys sm for 240 followers, i love each and every one of you sm <3. don’t be afraid to leave requests, writing small stuff like this rlly helps me create ideas for free bird!! you can request x gender neutral reader, male reader, or female reader from any anime! <3 also... expect reader x levi MAYBE??
word count: 1885
“Stupid little slut can barely control themselves, hm?” Shigaraki traced the back of their neck with his two fingers, his free hand coming up to yank at their hair to force them to look up at him, pinkie out of course. “I‘ll ask you one more fucking time, what’s a pretty little hero like you doing here?”
They didn’t even know what to say to him. When the hero commission tried to explain to Y/N that even one step going wrong in this mission would easily land them right in the position they were in now. And of course, due to carelessness, here they were, tied to a chair, staring up at the most wanted villain in the large city they lived in.
“The heroes did this on purpose, huh? Sent their dumbest slut on this mission. How pathetic,” Shigaraki gripped at their chin, giving them a sympathetic look as he ran his pinkie nail over their throat.
“That’s not true! I am not dumb!” They yelled, tears brimming in their eyes as they looked at him.
He let out a chuckle. “Oh… So you’re telling me, they sent a pretty little hero like yourself, one who has a useless quirk and can barely fight for themselves, hoping that you alone would take me down? If they cared about you, they would have sent someone who would at least put up a slightly fair fight.” Shigaraki stared at them with his crimson, glowing eyes. “But they sent you, a stupid little hero.”
They bit down on their lip, shaking their head. “I’m not a useless hero!”
Shigaraki leaned back, tilting his head. “Oh? I see what you’re talking about now..” Shigaraki stood up, walking over to now stand in front of them. “You’re not useless cause you’re the heroes little cumdump, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes… You’re too pretty to be a real hero. Too dumb to be a real hero.”
They just looked at him, eyes wide and cheeks hot. “No…”
“Lying right through your teeth? Tell me the truth. You’ve had Eraserhead’s cock between your lips, huh?” Shigaraki pushed his thumb into their mouth, pressing down their tongue, “ooh, you’ve probably had Endeavor’s dick stuffed in your sex, yeah? No… what was All Might’s cock like?” Shigaraki chuckled, swirling his thumb around their mouth.
“Do you think they would mind if their filthy slut got used by the League? All you have to do is say ‘yes’...” Shigaraki leaned in, licking a stripe up their neck. “And I’ll bury my cock right… in… here…” His free hand traced their throat again, looking up at them.
Y/N bit down on their lip. They’d be lying if they said they didn’t think Shigaraki was sexy. Especially when he didn’t have that hand on his face, they could see his eyes and his features, his chapped lips, and his wrinkled eye bags. Y/N blinked a few times, mumbling a “yes..” to him.
Shigaraki hummed, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Didn’t take you long? I guess you really are their dumb little slut who’s addicted to cock… I need you to be louder. Say it. Admit that you’re a whore and tell me what you want me to do.”
“Yes. I’m a whore… I want you to fuck me, please..” Y/N said louder, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Shigaraki smiled, his hand going to their hero top. He clenched it, instantly decaying the thin material. “Little whore…” He mumbled, his thumb and pointer finger going to their nipple almost immediately. He tugged on the bud, hearing their breath instantly hitch at the feeling.
“Responding so well, too.” He whispered, darting his tongue out to swirl around the hardened nipple, his teeth coming down to gently bite at the sensitive bud. He hummed when he heard a moan come from their lips, his eyes flickering up to watch their face.
Shigaraki got a hold of their pants, decaying them with ease. “Have you ever fantasized about this? Me fucking into that pretty hole of yours, my hand around your neck. You’d probably get off on the thought of me ‘accidentally’ dropping my pinkie down on your skin, am I right?” he asked, his tongue trailing down to their thighs. He spread their legs with his knees, his lips attaching to the flesh of their thighs.
He bit down, gently sucking a bruise onto the soft skin. “You’re gonna be the villain's pretty little fucktoy, aren’t you excited? I can tell you’re already excited, your pretty undies have a wet spot on them..”
“Please, Shigaraki..” they whispered, looking down at him. “Please touch me, I’ll be a good little slut.”
Shigaraki dipped his finger into their underwear, tracing that sensitive spot on their sex. “It’s all wet, too. I knew you’d get off on something as filthy as this..” he decayed the underwear, his hand rubbing against them. “Listen to what I’m about to do, bitch.” Shigaraki cursed, stopping his hand movements. “You’re gonna get on your knees and you’re gonna stretch that pretty hole while I fuck your throat.”
They nodded, “Please do it, I want you so badly..”
Shigaraki grinned, untying them from the chair. “Get on your knees,” he demanded, watching them instantly fall onto their knees. Shigaraki unbuckled his pants, sliding his cock out from his boxers. He gripped their hair, tugging them forward. “Wet your fingers and stretch yourself.”
They did as they were told, their hand sliding down to their hole. Y/N slowly pushed one of their fingers inside of themselves, their eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Shigaraki told them, his cock sliding into their mouth instantly. He let out a sigh, his eyes almost rolling back. “Good slut..” he whispered, slowly beginning to move his hips.
Shigaraki honestly got off on his own ego. It was so painfully obvious. Just the thought of him having one of the pro heroes on their knees when they were clearly supposed to be completing some dumb mission had Shigaraki already hard. It was a fucked up fantasy he’s had, but that’s not even the worst of them. “Choke on that cock like a good little whore… Those dumb heroes couldn’t fuck you half as well as I can, I bet. They just wanna fuck that pretty mouth and call it a day, hm? I’ll make you scream my fucking name.” He promised, thrusting his cock into their mouth at a steady pace.
They whimpered around his cock, looking up at him. His face looked so pretty, his eyes were hooded, cheeks were blushed red and his lips were parted as he panted through his words.
“And look at you… drooling all over my cock like the little slut you are… how fucking cute..” Shigaraki whispered, running his hands through their hair. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He said when they glanced back down because of embarrassment.
They looked up at him, swirling their tongue around his cock. Believe it or not, Shigaraki had a surprisingly sweet taste to himself. They wrapped their hand around his cock, moving it up and down his shaft along with their mouth.
Shigaraki bit down on his lip, his hand still tangled in their hair. It really was such a pretty sight, seeing Shigaraki with his red tinted cheeks, almost matching his pretty eyes. His lip was still caught between his teeth, eyes were hooded as Shigaraki looked down at them.
“Fuck…” he said with a breathy moan, his hand tightening in their hair. “M’ gonna cum down your throat…” he whispered. Shigaraki clenched his eyes shut as he felt that familiar tingling in his cock.
Shigaraki’s hips slowed as he reached his climax, a moan coming from his lips when he’d finally came down their throat. He looked down at them after a few seconds, watching them swallow around him.
He smiled, pulling them up by their hair. “Good little whore, taking all my cum. How does it taste, bitch? Is that slutty little hole of yours ready to get fucked raw, hm?” Shigaraki traced their spit-covered bottom lip, pushing them to have them leaned over the table, face against the cold wood. “Speak.”
They nodded eagerly, looking up at him. “I wan-...I want your cock so badly.” They told him, gripping onto the edge of the table.
Shigaraki hummed, walking behind them. He gripped at their hips, leaving his pinkies up as he lined himself up with their hole. “Once you take a villain's cock, you’re gonna fall in love. Pretty little hero’s gonna get fucked dumb by all of the league.” Shigaraki slowly slid into them, both of them letting out a sigh.
“You’ve been fucked so many times and you’re still this tight? Those heroes weren’t fucking you right, huh? Left you unsatisfied all the time, didn’t they?” Shigaraki began to thrust his hips, watching their face twist in pleasure.
All they could do in response was moan, their eyes clenching shut. The corners of his lips were pulling at a smile, his eyes narrowing. He pulled them up by their neck, putting his chin on their shoulder, pressing their body against his. “Does it feel good, slut? Tell me how my dick feels in that pretty little hole of yours..”
“It feels so good,” Y/N whimpered, looking up at him with teary eyes, “your cock feels so good inside of me..”
Shigaraki watched one of the tears slide down their cheek, a chuckle coming from his mouth. “You look so pretty when you cry, Y/N. Can’t handle how good my cock feels, can you?” Shigaraki’s four-fingered grip tightened on their throat, his teeth coming down to bite on their shoulder.
They moaned out, back arching into him. “You fuck me so well, you’re gonna make me cum!” They cried out, feeling his hips move faster into them, his tip constantly pressing against that sensitive spot.
“Yeah? Gonna cum while you’re getting fucked from behind? Do it. I want you to cum so fucking hard that you only think about me whenever you cum. I want you to cry out my fucking name.”
They fluttered around him, their breath becoming ragged. “You feel so fucking good!” They moaned, throwing their head back against his shoulder. They felt their climax finally wash over them as they came, eyes rolling back.
Shigaraki reached his hand out to trace his fingers over their sensitive spot, hearing their moans grow louder.
“Such a good little slut, making a mess. I’m gonna cum inside of you, yeah? Gonna make sure everybody knows that you’re fucking mine.” Shigaraki said, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as he neared his own orgasm.
He spilled inside of them, moans leaving his own lips as he bit down on their neck. He muttered curses against their skin, feeling himself throb inside of them.
He slowly pulled out, looking at their hole to see the cum dripping out of it. “Would you look at that..” he mumbled, turning them around.
As surprising as it is, Shigaraki pressed his lips against theirs, his hand holding the back of their neck.
“I’ve got my own pet hero..”
#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki#tomura shigaraki x reader#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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There Are No Rules (1/3)
Keanu Reeves x Reader (The Devil Wears Prada AU)
A/N: This is my entry for @toomanystoriessolittletime birthday writing challenge and I’m so grateful for this AU idea, because I have so much fun writing it. The story should have 3 parts, and if everything goes according to the plan, the remaining chapters will be posted over the next couple of weeks. As always, I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Reader applies for a job in a fashion magazine where Keanu is editor-in-chief.
Warnings: insults, anxiety
Words: 1.9K
There she was, standing in the bustling lobby of a skyscraper, ready to go up to the highest floor for the interview at one of the biggest magazines in New York City. A small town girl, desperate to become a world-renown journalist, writing stories she was passionate about. But this had to wait, at least for now. Y/N needed a job, any kind of job, just to make ends meet, and working within a publishing industry, even if it meant she wouldn’t be writing for some time, felt like a good compromise.
The elevator ride appeared to take ages, Y/N was nervously stomping, grasping her petty resume in her hand and repeating her words of introduction. Finally, the door opened, and she stepped into a loud corridor crowded with people rushing back and forward, all kinds of perfumes mixing in the air.
Y/N looked around, finding the reception desk to be empty. Having no idea where to go next, she just stood still startled by the chaos surrounding her. Even though these people seemed ignorant and unwilling to help, Y/N still felt observed, like an exotic animal at the zoo, and completely out of place.
“Are you lost?“ A stunning red headed woman popped up in front of Y/N’s eyes. She was elegant and sophisticated, with an immaculate style, so perfect that it made her seem intimidating. The fact that she was scowling, while examining Y/N with a judgmental look, didn’t help too.
“Uh-I I‘m Y/F/N, I‘m here to meet mister Reeves.“ Y/N’s words seemed to make the woman even more puzzled, and she squirmed crossing her arms with a suggestive hostility. “For the job of assistant,“ Y/N added, feeling her hands getting sweaty and drying them on the sides of her skirt.
“Are you sure you’re in the right place?” the woman pointed to the huge sign on the wall spelling Vogue, and Y/N’s enthusiasm was dissipating with every second spent here, she was already questioning her choice.
“Yes, I’ve been told to ask for Emily, where can I find her?”
The woman lifted her brows looking rather agitated, “Oh God, okay, that would be me,” she sighed rolling her eyes. “After me.” Emily gestured for Y/N to follow her, and an awkward silence settled between them.
Y/N was observing people through the glass doors, every single one of them looked like they were professionals of their craft and it definitely didn’t help Y/N to calm her nerves.
“Listen, I’m just curious, you are clearly not into fashion, so why Vogue?” Emily finally spoke, and she seemed genuinely interested how someone like Y/N could end up in a place like this.
Y/N knew it was probably better to lie, but at this point, she was convinced the job would never be hers, no one from Vogue would ever even consider her. “I saw a position open online and just thought why not, I mean it was either Vogue or TV guide, so…” Y/N hated herself for coming here, TV guide would have worked just fine for a temporary job, and now she felt like she was going to end up unemployed again.
“Oh, just great, that’s exactly the spirit we’re looking for” Emily’s voice was full of ridicule, “Well, good luck!” Another scoff left her throat as she watched Y/N sheepishly approaching Reeve’s office.
“Good morning, Mister Reeves?” Y/N knocked on an already wide opened door, finding a man in an elegant suit sitting behind a desk full of stacked issues of Vogue. He nodded slightly arching his brow, and Y/N understood that she was expected to explain what she came here for. “I’m Y/F/N, I’m here for the assistant’s position, human resources sent me.”
“Hmm,” Reeves hummed eyeing her from head to toe, like everyone here did. “Okay, sit.” Y/N stepped forward placing her resume on his desk, and carefully positioned herself on the edge of a chair with her back unnaturally straight. She was extremely uptight but she couldn’t help it, especially when everyone here was pitch-perfect, and she didn’t feel so. “And call me Keanu, please,” he said opening the folder, beginning to look at her resume.
Y/N sat there looking at him flipping through her portfolio, she was analyzing every little frown settling in Reeve’s face, but frankly, there weren’t any clear emotions showing, he seemed stone cold, and Y/N didn’t know what to think of it. Did he like what he saw? She wasn’t so sure about that.
“What do you know about fashion?” Keanu leaned back in his chair, pushing the folder away. In that moment Y/N got really scared, she didn’t know what she had expected, it was stupid of her coming here in the first place. Sure she knew what Vogue was, she had heard of a few fashion names before, however, Y/N couldn’t tell what exactly was trending right now, and it showed.
“I don’t know much yet, but I’m willing to learn, I graduated from…” Y/N was trying to come up with something, but she got cut off by Keanu raising his hand up, gesturing her to just stop talking.
“Listen, it’s great you’re educated, you resume is impressive, but I need you to show me some character, you know. Vogue is fierce, thousands of girls would kill for this job, and I have to be sure you can withstand it.”
“I-I can,” Y/N stuttered, feeling like this was the end of it all.
“I’ll be honest with you,” Keanu sighed, fixing the loose strand of dark hair falling over his deep gaze. “You’ll hear a lot of crap from me and maybe even more from others working here, I just need to know you won’t be a whiner about that and you’ll do the job exactly the way I tell you. If you don’t like it, that’s fine, turn around and go.” There was something petrifying about how unbelievably calm he spoke those words, just as if it was the norm in this world of Vogue. Given the way Y/N was welcomed today, it probably was.
For a second Y/N doubted herself, she couldn’t understand why Keanu just hadn’t rejected her yet if she was clearly unfit for the job. Yes, Y/N wanted this more than anything, but she was also getting a little afraid that these people were going to eat her alive.
Before Y/N could say something, the conversation got interrupted by another man storming into the office with his hands full of colorful drafts. Keanu immediately stood up shifting his attention away from Y/N, leaving her with unsettling thoughts. That was when she noticed how tall Reeves actually was, and it only added to his intimidating image.
Y/N could hear everything they were talking about, it was mostly colors and patterns for the upcoming shoot but some gossip slipped in too. Of course it did, it was a fashion world after all, still Y/N couldn’t help but think that it was kind of rude. What kept nagging Y/N the most was the fact that this new man was constantly glimpsing at her, and his glance was judgmental too.
“Who’s that?” he murmured to Keanu, ignoring that Y/N must have heard him as well. Never in her life had she felt more objectified than here at Vogue, but it didn’t matter since she was ready to get going soon.
“That’s, Y/N, my new assistant.”
Y/N couldn’t believe Reeves had just called her that, she was certain that the interview was going south and there was no way she could get the job. But there she was, Keanu Reeves’ new assistant, working at Vogue. Y/N had to gather all her strength trying to play it cool, but the corners of her lips were giving the excitement away.
“I’m Nigel, art director.” He came closer to shake Y/N’s hand, still a little confused whether that was some sort of a silly joke.
He then immediately turned to face Keanu, who had already gotten back to his chair. „Reeves, don‘t worry, I have a new line from de la Renta, we‘ll find something to make her look... umm, well... presentable,“ Nigel exhaled looking at Y/N over the top of his glasses. „Not sure if I have her size, but I‘ll make some adjustments.“
“Leave her the way she is,“ Keanu said in a strict tone, giving Y/N a slight smile. „I like how she looks, it‘s authentic.“
The office stood still. Nigel gulped, failing to understand what was happening, and Y/N was flushing, trying to wrap her head around the fact that Reeves, the editor in chief of Vogue, had just said she looked authentic.
In a minute Keanu eyed her again, arching his brow as his sight was reaching her feet. “Yeah, but the shoes can go,“ he said in a deep voice, turning his chair away to face the New York skyline.
Well, it couldn’t be too perfect.
“I don‘t think I can find the shoes that go with the rest of her outfit,“ Nigel laughed trying to taunt Y/N a little more, but this time it didn’t got to her heart. She knew Keanu liked what she was wearing and that was enough for Y/N to get her confidence back.
“Then maybe you don‘t have enough talent for what we pay you,“ Keanu told Nigel off without even bothering to look at him. Everything coming from Reeves sounded placid, and it left Y/N wondering whether he ever raised his voice here. She assumed there was no need for him to do so, since his stolid tone was enough to make Y/N shiver.
“Come,” Nigel commanded Y/N, and she was confused, unsure if her conversation with Keanu had ended. For a second she stared at the back of his chair, but he didn’t make a single move, so Y/N decided it was time to follow after Nigel.
Everyone here was extremely fast, nobody wanted to waste time, and especially with her. Y/N had to almost run, trying to catch Nigel’s steps and he wasn’t going to slow down.
“I‘m sorry if you got in any trouble because of me,” Y/N whispered trying to lighten the mood between them.
“Oh honey, you have to grow some thick skin here, that was nothing, trust me.“ Nigel suddenly stopped opening the heavy door leading to a huge closet filled with designer pieces. Y/N had no clue what some of the names written were, but she also didn’t have much time to think about it, since Nigel was already getting away from her.
Afraid to lose him in the labyrinths of garments, Y/N was rushing at Nigel’s pace. “So is he always like that?“ She wondered getting a little breathy.
“No, he seems nicer than usual today.” Nigel handed her classic beige pumps, with label saying Jimmy Choo. Y/N wasn’t sure if that was for real, or Nigel was just messing with her, but she didn’t have the guts to ask again. She would have to see it herself.
“Let’s go, I have places to be.” Once Y/N had her new shoes on, Nigel was hasting again.
She was desperately wobbling after him, her Jimmy Choos were sinking into the soft carpet lining the floor and it left little balance for her heels. “Those are not very comfortable,” she whined, realizing how stupid it was, since nobody cared about her problems here.
Not surprisingly, Nigel only rolled his eyes pushing Y/N out of his closet. “Get used to it.”
-Part 2-
Tag-list: @keandrews
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#keanu reeves#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves fanfiction#StephsBirthdayWritingChallenge#the devil wears prada au#keanu reeves imagine#keanu reeves series#keanu reeves x you#keanu reeves fic#fanfiction#reader insert#the devil wears prada
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To Build a Home
Zelda Spellman x witch!reader
Word Count: 1364 words
Request: Would you pretty please write a cute and maybe romantic fic, however you wish, where Zelda helps a witch who shows up at their home/ business one evening, needing help? (Kind of reminiscent of when Lilith showed up asking for Mary's help, but preferably without the murder and scissors in the throat. 😂👌)
Author's note: I had a lot of fun writing this. I kept the ending relatively open so i could write a Part 2 if y'all want. 😉 I hope this is what you had envisioned, Anon! <3
You have been running through the woods for hours now, not having the faintest clue where you were or where the exit from this stupid forest was when you saw something that looked like a graveyard.
Why would Greendale have a graveyard in the middle of the woods? , you thought but shook your head slightly, deciding to try it anyway.
Maybe there was someone living nearby or someone was visiting their beloved one this late(or early depending on what time it was you couldn't tell).
You took a deep breath, leaning against a tree and trying to calm yourself when you heard something behind you and ran again, this time with a target. Finding someone on that graveyard ground and if no one was there you would continue running. You wanted to get out of this forest. Away from whatever took you there.
While running, you tried to cast a spell and every time you did, it backfired. Two or three times, the backfire was so extreme that you crashed against trees and on the floor but you didn't feel pain. Mostly adrenaline but you also weren't able to feel your limbs in general. Yet you continued to run.
When you arrived at the glade, you saw not only a graveyard but also a big house and cars.
You breathed hard and grasped the fence of the graveyard tightly while trying to fix your breathing. The light on the ground floor was on and smoke was coming out of the chimney. Whoever lived there, was awake.
You couldn't believe your luck. After looking over your shoulder, you ran towards the house, walked up the stairs and, after a few seconds of overthinking, knocked on the door. While you were standing there, waiting for someone to open, you realized how cold you felt and that you were shivering. You slang your arms around your upper body, trying to feel at least a little bit warm.
After what felt like hours, you saw someone approaching the door and opening it. "What is it?" A woman with red hair and a blue nightgown, but still her makeup on, asked.
Your heart was still beating fast from the run so you stammered while talking. "I-I'm (Y/N) and I am sorry for-for disturbing you this late but I-I was running through the woods and I just - I didn't know where to go. It's the-the only house for miles."
The mysterious woman raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Alright. Get inside. You must be freezing." she told you and stepped aside to let you in, which you couldn't refuse so you carefully stepped into her house. "Do you want anything?" she asked and after debating, you nodded slightly. She smiled just a little bit.
"If I were my sister, I would make you a tea with all kinds of herbs but thankfully I am not, so you can choose. We have tea, coffee, water."
You didn't need to think twice. "tea, please. Black if possible." Your voice was barely a whisper and you wondered how the woman was able to understand you, but she did.
"Okay. You can sit down in the living room." she guided you into the living room and you noticed how warm you got, the moment she touched your lower back.
After you sat down, she went into the kitchen and made you tea. You looked down at yourself; your pants were ripped and dirty and your jacket was ripped as well where you had crashed against trees. Quickly you looked up again and brushed tears that were forming in your eyes almost aggressively away.
Your eyes were focusing on nothing specific but over time, you started warming up again and you realized how much your limbs hurt. A whimper escaped your mouth when you tried to sit up and the second the tone left your mouth, the woman stood in the door with a cup of tea in her hand.
"I got your tea..are you okay? Are you hurt?" she asked and you wanted to shake your head but not lie, so you nodded a bit. She sat down in front of you, handing over the cup. "My name is Zelda by the way." She watched you closely while you drank. A feeling of warmth and something else surged through your body. It slowly started to calm you down. "Can you tell me exactly what happened? Why were you outside this late?" Zelda asked and crossed her legs.
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat down and pushed your hair out of your face, looking around and out of the window with panic in your eyes as you heard a sound from outside. ``It‘s very complicated. And I don‘t - I don‘t want to talk about it just yet.´´ You drank a bit more from the tea and stared into the cup.
Zelda furrowed her eyebrows and took a drag from her cigarette. ``You are in my house, at 3 am, looking like you were running away from something. It’s for your safety.´´ she explained calmly and watched you, shakingly drink the tea. ``I could easily send you out again and go to bed.´´ she added, hoping it would make you open up.
As she said that she would send you out again your eyes widened in fear. ``N-No, please. I- ok I‘ll talk.´´ you sighed and stared at your cup, tightly gripping the handle. ``Something is chasing me. I-I don‘t know what it is though. It‘s dark, so very dark.“ your voice drifted off at the end and you stared at your cup with fear and jumped when you heard something outside.
Zelda frowned and felt the worry growing inside her. "Don't worry. You are safe here. Nothing is getting inside these walls.” Zelda sat her cigarette holder down and took a seat next to you. “Can you describe the feeling for me? I know it's a lot but think as hard as you can.” She laid her arm behind you on the couch and you almost instinctively leaned back, the warmth that the redhead was radiating calming you.
You took a deep breath and thought back. You could remember the coldness creeping through your bones and the darkness filling your mind. You shuddered and swallowed hard. “I was at home when I first felt it. It was almost like someone…something daunting me. I-” you stopped because you realized that you didn't know how much you could tell. You let your mind and magic drift slightly, trying to detect anything out of the ordinary when you were hit with another wave of magic. You turned to Zelda who looked at you expectantly and worried so you just bowed your head and took another breath. “I teleported away but it must have...it must have grabbed on me because I landed in the middle of the woods. And then I just kept running until I arrived here. I tried to fire spells but they...they always backfired.” your voice started to shake at the end and you curled your hands tighter around the now empty mug.
While you were talking, Zelda also realized that you were a witch and it started to make sense. The small sparks whenever she had touched you accidentally. “Ok. That’s good. I can work with that.” she smiled encouragingly and gently stroked over your upper back. “Let's get you cleaned up and then I’ll show you where you can sleep. You can stay as long as you need to, I will make sure you are safe.”
You nodded with a slight smile. “O-Okay.” you both stood up and together went upstairs. “Zelda? Thank you. For letting me in and...and protecting me even though you don't know me.” you said as you reached the top of the stairs.
Zelda smiled at you. “That's quite alright. If a witch needs help, we offer that help. And I am pretty sure you don't want to harm us.” she said as she opened the door to the guest room.
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Worth It (The Prelude)
Worth It- Pt 1
Summary: The reader meets Marcel for the first time. This a prelude for the Worth It series.
Characters: Marcel x black!reader
A/N: I couldn’t get out of my head how the reader and Marcel first met, so I just had to write it. I think I love this series the most. I love writing for Marcel and I’ happy y’all are enjoying it too. I already got ideas for Part 3 so hopefully it’ll come out this week.
“Baby girl, you bet not be doing any magic in that shop of yours. Just sell your herbs and elixirs and go on about your day.” Your dad warned you for the fifth time today.
When you returned home yesterday, you learned that Marcel had forbidden the witches from doing any magic or there would be deadly consequences. Poor Ophelia didn’t believe him, and she paid for it with her life. Ever since then, the witches have been scared.
Hence, your parents nagging you about not using your powers. Naturally, you had a rebellious spirit and they knew that you would have no problem testing Marcel.
“Daddy, I promise.” You lied through your teeth. It may not be today, tomorrow, or anytime soon, but you knew eventually you’ll give into using your powers.
Before grabbing your keys, you kissed your mom and dad goodbye. “Be careful and no magic!” You heard right before the doors closed on them.
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“Oh wee, chile, I swear you’re a miracle worker,” Mrs. Jackson smiled as she wriggled her fingers around.
Laughing at the older woman, you handed her the mix of thunder god vine and eucalyptus. “No ma’am, I’m not. I just know what to mix to help that arthritis of yours.”
She hugged you and rocked you back and forth. “Either way, I don’t feel any pain and can move my fingers.” Mrs. Jackson checked her watch and quickly let go of you. “Oh, look at the time. I gotta go. Paula’s bringing my grandbaby over. Take care of yourself Y/N.”
“I will and remember apply the ointment twice a day!” You called out to her before she was out the door.
After, Mrs. Jackson you had a steady flow of customers until towards the end of the day. It was so slow you decided to close the shop early and head to Rousseau’s to have a drink with your sister. However, your new set of customers thwarted your plans.
“Took you long enough to show up,” you told Marcel and his gang.
“You were getting busy. Didn’t want the tourists to see all the commotion.”
Clasping your hands together and bashing your eyelashes, you replied with faux gratefulness, “Oh my god, how sweet.”
He smiled at your sarcasm, revealing a blinding smile. It was the type of smile that made girls swoon and weak in the knees. Too bad he was dick.
“You’re funny, but that’s not going to save you. I’m sure that the other witches told you that there is absolutely no magic to be done.”
Walking to where he was, you slapped his hand away from touching your herbs. His friends were about to attack you, but he held up his hand to stop them. “I know and I really don’t care about your stupid ass rules. If someone is in need, I’m helping them.”
Marcel looked at you curiously. Most of the witches he knows are only out for themselves and their coven. “So, who was worth your life?”
“Mrs. Jackson. She’s a seamstress and her granddaughter is deaf, so she uses ASL to communicate with her. But unfortunately, for Mrs. Jackson she’s has really bad arthritis, so I give her an ointment, but the pain relief spell helps a lot too; she doesn’t have to come here as often if I perform the spell. So, if you’re gonna kill me because I helped a sweet old lady keep her livelihood and talk to her only grandchild so be it. You’re the one that’ll have to live with that on your conscious, not me.” You knelt down before him to make the job easier for him. The other witches may live a life with fear, but you weren’t.
Looking at his friends, he wordlessly told them to leave your shop and they reluctantly obeyed. Diego and Thierry didn’t trust witches at all, and they didn’t want to leave Marcel alone with you, but they had no choice. Once his friends left, Marcel knelt down in front of you and lifted your chin, so your eyes could meet his brown ones. “You’re telling me that you cast a spell on a woman that makes her come to your shop less often. Doesn’t that make you lose money?”
“Its not about the money. Its about helping the people of New Orleans, specifically the brown ones. I can’t cure cancer, but I can lessen the pain and that’s more than our government is doing. Its more than you’re doing. You call yourself King of the Quarter, but who are you helping specifically? The vampires? Because last time I checked there’s more humans than vamps.” Self-preservation obviously wasn’t an attribute you had to be speaking to Marcel like this. Easily he could wrap his hands or sink his fangs into your neck, sucking the life out of you.
“Have dinner with me.” Marcel offered you. It’d been so long, since he’s been genuinely intrigued by a woman. Yeah, he’s slept with other women, but this was the first time in a long time he wanted to get to know a woman. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he knew he wanted to know more about you as soon as he laid his eyes on you. Even though, you greeted him with an attitude he knew there was a kind spirit in you.
Marcel was staring you down and it was beginning to be too much. His gaze was stirring things up that shouldn’t be stirred up at all. He was a vampire, you’re a witch, there should be no attraction at all, but damn it he had you interested.
To a degree you knew Marcel was good. He saved Davina Claire from being sacrificed during that Harvest Festival, which your momma called a bunch of nonsense and that’s why she don’t fool with those white witches. “They always wanna sacrifice somebody. Unless it’s the good Lord telling me to, which he ain’t done since Abraham, I ain’t killing nobody,” she would always say.
You took a good look at Marcel to assess if he had any ill-intentions towards you. He seemed that he didn’t, but you had to make sure. “Like eat dinner with you or be dinner for you?”
He laughed at you, big time. Your inflection, the look on your face, and body movements were hilarious. Marcel knew for sure he had to get to know you.
“Nigga, I’m serious! I know I look like a snack and all, but that’s not the way I prefer to be eaten.”
Marcel tongue darted out across his lips, which made you zero in on them. They were so damn kissable, that you had to stop yourself from leaning in once Marcel began talking again. “No, we’ll eat a dinner and I much rather have you for dessert anyway.” He said suggestively, licking his lips again.
Lips were moving, but no words were coming out. You must’ve looked like an idiot, but Marcel didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable being struck speechless for the first time during this encounter.
Lifting you to your feet, Marcel got within a tenth of a inch of your ear and whispered, “I‘ll pick you up at 8,” and just like that he left leaving you stunned.
Quickly, you pulled out your phone to text your sister.
YOU: Change of plans. Meet me at my house. I have a date!
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Bianca stood in front you, working here magic on your face. She was the best makeup artist in the state, and you got all her services for free and you earned it too; you were always her test subject.
“And he ain’t even ask you? Just told you what time he’ll pick you up without asking where you live.” She asked, waving the powder brush. In response, you shook your head yes and she kept going. “Whew, that’s some big dick energy!”
“I know, right?! If he hadn’t zoomed off, I probably would’ve given him the panties right then and there.” It was true. Marcel had a hold on you and you were sure you’d lose all common sense around him.
“I heard sex with a vamp is top tier. I’ve been trying to get at Diego, but he ain’t having it.” Bianca’s had a crush on Diego as long as he’s been in New Orleans and at first he was interested until he found out she was a witch.
“He’s just scared that’s all. Maybe he’ll come around.”
Bianca was applying the finishing touches when she went on a rant. “That’s what I told that nappy-headed ass nigga! I told him stop being scary because the only thing that’s gonna put a spell on him is this pussy!” She stuck her tongue out like her idol, Cardi B and you joined in with her laughter.
“Oh, look at my big sis, looking all fine.” Turning you around to face the mirror, Bianca revealed her handiwork. She kept your face to a light beat, going for the natural look, highlighting your best features.
Shooting out of your seat, you hugged her thanking her profusely. “Girl, ain’t no problem. You know it ain’t hard to make you look beautiful. Now turn Marcel back to the dark side.” You furrowed your eyebrows at her, you had no idea what she was talking about. She leaned into you and whispered like you weren’t in the privacy of your home. “He’s known for dating white girls. Rumor has it he dated Rebekah Mikaelson back in the day.”
The knock on the door stopped you from asking anymore questions. Damn a nigga for being on time.
On the other side of the door, stood a delicious looking Marcel Gerard with a bouquet of Swamp Azaleas. “I heard these are your favorites,” he handed you the flowers, but Bianca took them instead.
“They are. Now, don’t have her back until the sun is up. Good night!” She pushed you out the door so hard that you stumbled into Marcel’s embrace and god did he smell good and felt even better.
Feeling like you were overstaying your welcome in his arms, you tried to pull away, but he pulled you back. “No, I like how you feel in my arms.” For a while, Marcel just held you until you reminded him you would like to go on the date and for the first time you noticed a nervous smile from him. “Sorry, I just get caught up in you,” he stated, before he escorted you down to his car.
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Thank god, Marcel didn’t take you to an overpriced date. He could tell that you enjoyed the simpler things in life and took you to a local restaurant. It required you to dress nicely, but not like if you were dining at a Michelin star restaurant.
The conversation never got dull and he never got insulted by the jokes you cracked about him unlike some of your previous dates. What you truly bonded over was your love for New Orleans. There was no place like NOLA and even if you visited other cities, states, and countries, New Orleans would always be your number one love. It was the same way for Marcel.
The only thing you disagreed on was how to run the city, but it wasn’t a disrespectful debate. He even challenged your thoughts by bringing up that you weren’t heavily involved with the coven, so why fight for them so hard. The man was good, but you couldn’t let him know that.
Dinner was coming to an end and you couldn’t help but think about what Bianca said about Marcel dating white women. You knew she didn’t mean it as malicious, but it was causing doubts in your head. If it was true, then you were shit out of luck because you were far from his usual dates.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“Nothing. What makes you say that?”
“Your eyes.” He pointed to your irises, holding out his forkful of dessert for you to taste. The mix of warm, gooey brownies with ice cream, whipped cream, walnuts, and chocolate syrup had you moaning and rocking back and forth in happiness. “That right there is what I’m talking about. Your eyes are so expressive you can’t hide what you’re feeling. That’s why I knew you would go on a date with me, you felt the same attraction I did. So, I’ll ask one more time, what’s going on in that head of yours.” This time you could tell by his tone that a nothing wouldn’t suffice.
“Do you typically date black girls?” The words were so jumbled together that Marcel almost didn’t catch the question.
A slow smile crept on his face once it did register and he gripped your hand and rubbed small circles into it. “Thinking back on it, my more recent partners have been white, but don’t let it get twisted, I will always love black women.”
Satisfied with his answer, you let the topic go. Easily, y’all finished dessert and then went out to walk down Bourbon street. Marcel let you pulled him into dancing when you heard the familiar sounds of Zydeco. He kept up even when they switched up to bounce music and you began twerking on him.
Unfortunately, the night had to come to the end. Marcel walked you back to your front door and you both just stood there not wanting to end the date. “Want to come inside?”
“I can’t,” he replied. Your mood immediately saddens at the rejection and you turned the doorknob to go inside, but Marcel closed it. “You and these damn eyes,” he murmured. “Its not that I don’t want to come inside. Its that you have work in the morning and we both know if I come inside, you won’t get any sleep.”
“Oh,” you deeply sighed at his explanation. Now you had to try to get him inside somehow.
“Its not happening, so get those dirty thoughts out of your mind.” He smirked at you, loving how emotive you were. “But if you let me, I can kiss you.”
Eagerly, you shook your head yes and he chuckled at you. Marcel grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you closer. His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes repeatedly, just making the tension that much more intense. He finally descended his lips onto yours, releasing you from that torture and bringing you into bliss. His lips were softer than you imagined, his beard tickled your face, but you loved it.
Remembering that you needed to breath, Marcel reluctantly pulled away with a small bite to your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered opened and there was no denying the lust in them. Marcel leaned his forehead against yours and whispered into your ear, “You’re going to ruin me.”
You weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or you, but you responded either way. “I’ll be worth it,” and you went inside leaving both you and Marcel frustrated.
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