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austinswh0re · 1 year

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Confidential.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Warnings: Smut!!! so please if you’re not into that do not continue reading!, fluff, Angry Chris?

This is my first time posting any sort of writing on here so please don’t come for me💀 I’m hoping this comes out as well as it is in my head lmao. Enjoy! Also! i’m aware Endgame did not come out in 2021, im switching up the timeline a little bit lol

Y/n gets ask a question she had been preparing to answer, but when it gets asked she doesn’t know how to feel about it. Chris keeps in everything he wants to say until later that night.

(The gif is making me scream)

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Press conferences. I always had a love hate relationship with them. I loved answering questions and being with all my friends at once but what i didn’t enjoy so much were the extremely personal questions. Such as mine and Chris’ private life.

Chris and I got engaged late 2020, we planned our wedding for July 2021, we wanted a summer wedding, getting engaged in December didn’t really give us much time to plan, but one thing we knew for sure was that we would not wait a whole year before we were married. It was a small wedding, we got married on the beach with all our closest friends and family. We went on our dream honeymoon to Hawaii, and once we came home it was time for a premier.

Filming Endgame was definitely filled with tons of emotion. It was mine a his last Marvel movie together and everyone was aware of this. After we had filmed the last scene tears were shed from almost the entire cast and crew. We still had the premiere, which I will forever be grateful for. We hadn’t posted that we had gotten married on any social media platform, well up until the night I posted a photo of us and my username had changed. I didn’t think much of it considering us being engaged was very much public, but many people were still shocked by the name change.

y/nEvans

“your favorite couple has arrived:) So extremely proud of this guy right here, I love you infinitely.”

1,234,536 likes

ChrisEvans: Thank you honey, I love you more than you know❤️

robertdowneyjr: Love these two!!

tomholland2013: I think you guys come in a close second to me and z

Y/nEvans: replying to tomholland2013: yeah yeah

user1256: sobbing. her username is y/nEvans.

user1437: Shut up. I cant do this rn. im so happy for them🥹

^^^^^^ the post in question*

We also had the press conference which gave me a few extra days with the people i love the most. We both knew the risk of having personal questions asked was high but that didn’t make it any less jarring.

Upon our arrival to the hotel we had been informed that we only had one bed in our room, which considering we were married wasn’t an issue. Although everyone else wasn’t to happy about this.

“Chris, can you come here please?” I called out from the bathroom slightly out of breath from struggling to zip my dress. “What’s up?” he said as he made his way through the door. “Could you please help me zip this dress, i can only get it halfway” “yeah of course baby”

He slipped behind me and slowly began zipping up the dress. Once he had finally zipped it all the way up he slid his hands around my hips and kissed the exposed skin on my shoulder and neck. “Chris we don’t have ti-“ “shh, I know, just trying to make a mental note of what’s happening when we get back” as if I hadn’t been turned on enough by the way his hands were roaming my body, the heat pooling in my underwear just grew more and more as he stood behind me and stared at us in the mirror.

Once we finally broke apart from each other and left the room, we made our way out to the limousine where many of our friends were sat waiting for us. “took you two long enough” Robert said as Chris climed and shut the door behind him. small talk was made amongst the group during the short ride to the event. The dress I was wearing was beautiful, and matched the green felt pants Chris had on

I had went for a felt dress as well, just so the colors would be a closer match.

Halfway there, Chris tapped on my thigh and pointed towards my phone. When i picked it up, I saw multiple messages from Chris all displaying the plans he had made for later that night.

“The way your body looks in that dress is making it hard for me to not take you right here in this car”

“you’re in for it when we get back, I can’t wait to taste you, hear those sweet noises you always make for me”

My eyes widened as I quickly turn the brightness down hoping no one was nosey enough to read the text. I shoot Chris a glare, one that says “seriously?” and he responds with his signature smirk.

Finally, after what had felt like forever, we arrived to the conference, the second we stepped out of the car Chris grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze, reassuring me it’s okay. This wasn’t my first, but I still have quite a bit of nerves every time. We make our way into the building after tons of pictures and quick “i love you” glances to one another. We both took our seats, which luckily were right beside each other. Eventually the question began and the small pool of anxiety grew.

“This next one is for y/n, we heard you two got married, congratulations!” I slightly adjusted in my chair and crossed my legs towards Chris before replying “yes, we did, thank you!” “Of course, now this may be some what personal-“ great. I glanced at Chris and could tell he was focused on the person asking and he didn’t look to happy about it. “So many people have been wondering, how is he in bed? We’re sure he’s fantastic but we want to hear it from the one who gets to experience it.” There it was. The dreaded question of how he was in bed. Although he was fantastic and you thoroughly enjoyed sex with Chris, it wasn’t something you cared to share with the public.

“well, listen I don’t want to come off as rude by saying this but i’m not sure that’s really any of yours, or anyone else’s business besides ours.” Chris was furious, his eyes had slightly darkened and his jaw was clenched keeping him from losing his mind. “Can we please move on?” my voice came out slightly smaller than I had wanted but at the moment I felt uncomfortable and upset.

Chris on the other hand was pissed. He hated how uncomfortable the question made you feel and wanted to beat the shit out of the man who asked it. Instead, he looked at you with a sympathetic look and you responded by mouthing “it’s okay”, because you knew if you didn’t, Chris would kill this guy.

Once everyone had asked their questions, and many laughs had been shared, the group made their way back to the hotel. Chris and you were the first people out of the car and after sharing your goodbyes, he grabbed you by the hand and the two of you stormed up to your room. Before a word could be spoken between you and him he had you pinned against the door. His lips were on yours in seconds. The kiss was hot and sloppy, but you didn’t care at all. “Chris” you breathlessly moaned his name out. he responded with a hmm and continued to work his lips against yours.

He pulled away, his lips red, puffy, and stained with your lipstick. “We need to get this thing off if you” was the first words he said, spinning you around and unzipping the dress painfully slow. “Could you go any slower?” you questioned, usually you would be patient, but on this specific night you were extremely horny and needed him more than ever. “If you keep having that attitude i’ll go even slower” once the dress was off of you, Chris picked you up bridal style and dropped you on the bed. “You are the only woman who gets to know how I am in bed, fuck everyone else” he began kissing down your body. He pulled you up slightly, bringing his hands up the clasp of your bra and undoing it. His hands began to grasp and squeeze every part of you that was exposed.

“Chris please” you begged, your tone was needy but you didn’t care. “please what sweetheart?” He teased, “I need you” “what do you need? use your words” he continued to tease you through your underwear. “Fuck Chris just fuck me already” That was all he needed to hear. He quickly undid his belt and dropped him pants and his boxers, exposing his hard dick, already leaking with precum. He pulled down your panties taking in the sight of you. “you’re so beautiful, and all mine” he said as he stroked himself a few times. He parted your legs and began to tease your entrance with his tip. “Chris, I swear if you don’t-“ he leaned down and kissed your lips, hard and rough as he slid into you. both of you moaning into each others mouths. “that’s it, good girl” he grunted as he stared to slowly move in and out of you “Please, faster” you moaned making him fasten his movements. The noises coming from the two of you were all you could hear, and you were sure everyone else on the floor could hear it too. “oh my god Chris” “Oh fuck i’m close baby” He grunted in your ear “you’re taking my cock so well, taking all of me, fuck you’re so tight” That only made you squeeze around him, moaning his name as if it was the only word you knew. “Chris please don’t stop, i’m so close” you moaned “cum for me, come on baby” he said as he slid his hand between the two of you and began rubbing circles on your clit. “This. This is confidential. No one gets to know what I do to you” “oh yeah, that’s it sweet girl, cum for me i know you want to” was all he said and it sent you over the edge. You were a moaning screaming mess as you and him finished at the same time. His body rolling off of yours as you both steady your breathing

“That was , that was amazing” you breathed out turning over to look at him “only the best for you my love. I love you” He said pulling you into him “I love you more” was the last thing you said before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

#chris evans #marvel #chris evans smut

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jayteacups · 2 months

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✍️ Fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛

Thank you Val @youre-ackermine and Kat @humanitys-strongest-bamf for sending these! (I’m only reccing 5 today, sorry to disappoint you Kat 😂) Here's my five favourite pieces of work! Tbh I haven't been writing as much lately so this list probably won't have anything new to anyone, but hey.

It's A Wrap! (Tumblr | AO3)

A one-shot featuring Actor Levi and Makeup Artist Reader, friends to lovers and mutual pining 👀

I've written multiple Actor AU pieces (I love reimagining the AOT characters as actors, 10/10 would recommend as a way to cope with the pain of canon 😂😭), but this is in its own separate universe and I'm planning on writing a couple more fics set in this specific universe!

I had so much fun writing it (I hope it showed haha), and that's why it's on this list as one of my favourites!

The Absence of Warmth (Tumblr | AO3)

Gen one-shot centred around the No Regrets trio (with Levifar crumbs because I love them)

I also had a lot of fun exploring the trio's dynamic here, I'd like to go more in depth again with these three someday

My most underrated fic for sure haha

My piece for Levi Week 2023 - Day 3 (Tumblr | AO3)

All the fluff and softness you could ever want. Will never stop writing sweet and soft fics for Levi because he deserves it 😌😌

This was partially based on a dream I had, actually, which makes this more personal, and therefore, one of my favourites.

Me remembering what I dream about is a very very rare occurrence, and rarely do those dreams include fictional characters, funnily enough 😂 so it was an extra special occasion when I woke up and actually remembered the dream I had of walking on a beach with a blushy Levi whilst the sun was setting and it was all sickeningly cutesy and romantic. I wrote it down, fully intending on writing it, and never got around to it, until I saw the prompt for Levi Week Day 3, and was like... hang on, this could work 👀

Gentle Touches (Tumblr | AO3)

Levi experiencing affection for the first time is a trope I can't get enough of, and it seems the two anons who sent me the request are the same hehehe

Fluff and softness, emotional hurt/comfort towards the end! Also this was a fic that made me realise how touch starved I myself am 🥲 I've been told that this made people quite emotional too, which is reassuring, as I was aiming for that! So yeah I'm quite proud of this one ☺️

At Ease (Tumblr | AO3)

Definitely one of my more creative premises! I genuinely don't remember how I came up with this though, but yes this role-reversal AU was very fun to write and I'm so pleased with the outcome :3

Some emotional hurt/comfort, pining, all round softness (are you beginning to see a trend here)

This was really fun to look back on my fics and pick out favourites! Will be sending asks to people tomorrow because I'm quite sleepy rn and will be heading off to bed now. Hope everyone has a lovely day/night!

#mail for jay #self fic rec #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader

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b1mb0y · 10 months

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Dazai x GN!Childish!Reader (Fluff)

Request: Hey there! Can you write dazai x childish reader (not in a bad way tho they are just cute) they are kind but sarcastic but they are secretly very emotional. Thank you soo much 😍

Characters - Dazai x Childish!Reader, Kunkida (mentioned)Summary - Headcanons of Dazai with a childish s/o

Genre - Fluff

Format - Headcanons Word count - 538 Warnings - Not proofread, I was very sleepy when I finished this so expect more than one mistake somewhere, Dazai has another near-death experience, but we gloss over that! Y/N cries, I accidentally made the reader a bit of a tsundere... Short, Most likely OOC Dazai, Dazai spoiling you a shit ton, Y’all bully Kunikida, Nicknames used (Bella, Belladonna) Pretty corny moment at the end, There’s actually no *real* warnings tbh, js fluff. A/N - First writing post on this blog, yay! I’m so sorry if this ends up being too OOC. A lot is going on rn, so I don’t have the time to properly look over this. Tbh, this comforted me as I was writing this, so hopefully it'll have the same effect on someone else out there. Constructive criticism is welcomed!

He loves you so much.

He saw right through your sarcasm and knew you were emotional from the beginning

You two were getting along naturally when you first met him

You guys clicked perfectly

You would ramble to him about your interests subconsciously one day and when you catch yourself he insisted you keep going.

He was the first person to not poke fun at you for your "childish" interests!

You fell in love with him right then and there /hj

Knowing how emotional you are deep down, Dazai took it as a challenge!

Slowly but surely, he tore down the walls you built and found his way to your heart. (aw :'))

You tried to distance yourself from him to try to keep your guard

But you end up missing him and always find yourself close to him again

He would be participating in your shenanigans, you would participate in his. Win-win!

One of his favorite activities to do with you is to mess with Kunikida of course!

Dazai’s already a handful for Kunikida but now you’ve joined forces… oh boy this poor man is never gonna catch a break…

He’s gotta be on the watch for any pranks you two placed specially for him.

He can never avoid them. No matter how hard he tries.

Poor Kuni… it’s so funny though. You and Dazai are laughing, even as Kunikida yells at you.

Outside of the ADA…

The first time he saw you get emotional?

He came back home from a long mission, a mission that almost killed him!

When he walked in, the first thing he saw was his sweet, sweet belladonna crying on the sofa.

He didn't waste a second rushing over to you and asking what was wrong

Before he could process it, you were already on top of him, hugging him with all your might!

"I-I missed you s'much Samu..." You sniffled into his chest

His eyes were slightly wide, but he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

He coo'ed(?) at your words and gently rubbed at your back, allowing you to let it all out.

"I know, Bella, I know..." He smiled down at you

Once you come back to your senses and notice how your tears soaked his shirt, you feel so embarrassed

"You- *sniffle* -you'd better not go around telling people this! I'll... I'll kill you if you do!"

He promises to not tell anyone and keeps his promise.

Everytime you allow yourself to get emotional around him, his heart melts!

He's so proud of you for opening up to him, and he's so proud of himself for being a good lover!

He never judges you at all! In fact, he can be childish himself sometimes.

You wanna go on a shopping spree for plushies? He’s absolutely giddy! Holding your hand and buying whatever you want!

He gets jealous when you cuddle the plushies instead of him though

He’ll happily go with you to arcades, amusement parks!

He spoils you so rotten

A late night together would probably be you two eating popcorn, snuggling against one another, and binge-watching a marathon of a random cartoon show as you two drift off to sleep.

I want what y’all have lmfao

#b1mb0y.post #b1mb0y.writing #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fluff #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai fluff #dazai x reader fluff #dazai x gender neutral reader #dazai x you #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai

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starmybrainrot · 1 year

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BTS Boyfriend Imagines

im slacking off in earth science rn, so enjoy these stupid little imagines i came up with a while ago. have fun being delulu <3

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Jin

After you start dating, his jokes go from “I’m the hottest person ever” to, “it would be me, but I’ll never look better than this one right here.”

Babies you when you’re sick. Soup, heated blanket, favorite show. Need an extra pillow? He’s got it. He won’t let you do anything until you’re better

When you’re on a walk, he calls/FaceTime’s you until you’re 100% sure you’re safe at home

Yoongi

Has one of your favorite candle scents in his office at all times. He never wants you to be in an area that feels unfamiliar

He never wants to sleep alone- even if he doesn’t want to talk, he never wants to fall asleep without you two holding each other

Will just sit in silence and admire you as you work

Hobi

Loves painting your nails. Sometimes they’re really nice, sometimes they’re a little goofy looking. But he’s proud of himself every time

Chronic “Good morning 🥰” and “Good night 😴” texter (with the emojis)

Will compliment you about anything and everything. From your makeup to your laugh to how you look when you sleep

Joon

Loves pet names. He’s called you “my baby” more than your actual name

He feels shitty about going on tour and leaving you alone, so whenever he comes back he has gifts from every city they went to

If you wait up for him and fall asleep on the couch, he’ll carry you to bed. No matter how tired he is, he’ll carry you over and tuck you in

Jimin

Makes you Lego, paper, and pipe-cleaner flower bouquets instead of buying real ones. He likes how cute they are

Loves face kissing- he’ll kiss all over your cheeks and forehead because “you’re too cute. I can’t help myself!”

Will pour and whine to get your attention. It’s really easy to give into, too. He’s amazing at it

Tae

Only goes cologne shopping with you- he doesn’t want anything he wears to give you a headache

Doesn’t even let you look at a bill. He’ll practically snatch it away from you

Hums your favorite songs throughout the day, either to wake you up or put you to sleep

Jungkook

Likes to hold pinkies in public because he’s too shy to hold hands but is worried about losing track of you

Very much a photo updates person- you could be in the middle of work and he’ll send you a picture like “look at this cool beetle I found”

Lets you play with his hair and falls asleep every time. Doesn’t matter what you do, but ikt’ll knock him out

#bts #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #delulu #im mentally stable i swear #bts x reader

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immasock · 2 years

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Look Iam a very affectionate and clingy person (if I wanted to be) and all I can think about rn is an easy going teen MC who is VERY affectionate and will ask for hugs for every brother. Will want headpats for every achievement as a reward like imagine MC getting 100 on a test and shows it to Lucifer and gets 5 minutes worth of headpats and cuddles. Or even sleeps or naps hugging the bros. I feel like Beel is very comfy to lay on or just being cuddled by him it would feel as if your on a teddy bear so cute.

Off topic but do you ever wonder what is feels like to play with Mammon's hair? Looks so soft I wanna touch it

This- I think this is your cutest idea yet

Also all the time. That man has my heart in a choke hold and he is not letting go. Not that I’m complaining. I bet his hair is super soft and I would love nothing more than to play with it

ANYWAYS

Brothers with an Affectionate Teen!MC

It’s a nice, peaceful day in the HoL. Everyone is in their respective rooms doing their own respective thing. Except for MC. MC is feeling a little touch starved and craves attention from their favorite demon older male figure. Whoever that may be. Plus they got the top score on the last test in their hardest class and they wanted to show someone they looked up to. So what do they do? They walk into said demons room, waltz right up to them and kinda just stand there for a minute. They’re awkward okay? Eventually tho, said brother acknowledges their presence

Lucifer:

“Yes? Is there something I can help you with MC?”

They nod and show him their test

Lucifer, of course, is very pleased with their score

Obviously he knows that they’re smart but the exchange students getting good grades is always good for the program

Plus he knows that they have been struggling with that class all year

They must have taken his advice and gotten some extra help

“Very good MC. How about we celebrate. What would you like to do?”

“I want a hug”

He doesn’t know why that surprises him

MC has always been one for physical affection

But of course he complies

When MC goes in for the hug, they don’t let go for a few minutes

They never do

Not that he minds, he just has work to get back to

So he gives them a pat on the head and sends them away

Mammon:

“Eh? What’s up MC? Come to hang out with the great mammon? Can’t blame ya”

They show him their test and Mammons face immediately lights up

“Hey would ya look at that! Is that the test you were freaking out about last week? I told ya you could do it!”

Being their best friend, Mammon knows how much they love affection, especially after doing well on something

He holds his arms open for a hug and they very quickly go in for it

“I’m so proud of ya human! How about to celebrate we have a movie marathon? The great mammon will even let you pick the movies”

Like they’d ever let that opportunity pass them by

They spend the rest of the night watching really bad movies and making fun of them with their best friend

Eventually they both fall asleep snuggling each other

Leviathan:

“Eh? Oh hey MC. You wanna see this new figurine that just came in the mail? It’s limited edition so you gotta be real careful, okay?”

While they always love it when Levi shows them his cool stuff, they came here to show off a little bit

They pull out their test and show him the score

“Woah that’s your test?? That’s so good! This reminds me of that one anime ‘my unofficial little sibling who is also my best friend is a super genius’! It’s really good! You should watch it with me”

“Sure. But first, Can I have a hug?”

Now I may be projecting a bit when I say that Levi likes physical affection, especially hugs, but he is the most awkward person when actually getting affection

Wether that be from a romantic partner or even just a friend

Like he likes it and all but he gets super awkward and his body gets stiff and he starts overthinking, trying to make sure he doesn’t make it seem too obvious that he’s being awkward and kinda uncomfortable, which of course makes it more obvious, which is one reason why he doesn’t do hugs and stuff all that often

But they’re just so excited and he’s proud of them so he agrees

They give him a hug, a very awkward, stiff hug. But a hug none the less

Once they pull away they make themselves comfortable in the beanbag chair as Levi puts on the anime

Satan:

“Oh hello MC. It’s nice of you to drop by. Oh, did you ever get that test back?”

MC, very excited, nodded and showed him their score

“See? I told you all your hard work would pay off”

Satan had been their tutor for the 2 weeks prior to the test so he was especially excited about their score

He gave them a smile and a pat on the head before inviting them to sit and read this new novel he just got with him

So they sit in between his legs on the floor in front of him while he reads his new novel to them

Eventually they fall asleep

Can you blame them?

His voice is just so soothing, especially when he’s reading to you

Asmodeus:

“Hm? Oh hey MC! Finally come to try that face mask with me?”

“Mm maybe later. But for now, look at what I got on my test!”

They pull out their test and proudly show him what they got

“Oh my goodness! Look at you! Oh you’re so smart!”

They don’t even have to ask him for a hug

Asmo is also a very overly affectionate person so his first reaction is to hug them as tight as he can

Without hurting them of course

“You know what? This is cause for a celebration! I say we have a spa day! We can try that face mask and I can paint your nails. Ooo maybe even do something new with your hair”

Beelzebub:

“Hm? Oh hey MC. You want some? I found this custard in the fridge”

“No thanks. But hey, look at this”

Beel straight up has a proud brother moment

He gives them the biggest smile and ruffles their hair

“Good job MC”

MC is so excited

Physical touch isn’t beels first love language but he does like it a lot so he gladly lets them give him a hug

He’s just happy to be there

Belphegor:

“Mm? This better be good MC. I was sleeping”

Maybe waking Belphie up for this want their best idea

But do they care?

Not at all

They want to cuddle and so cuddle they will

“Hey Belphie, since I’m totally your favorite human and I got top marks on my last test, can we cuddle? I want affection”

Belphie just sighs before holding up the blanket for them to crawl under

“Hell yeah!”

“Just shut up and go to sleep. I’m still tired”

It’s quiet for a minute before he speaks up again

“Good job on your test MC”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me teen mc

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biscuitbakerbecca · 6 months

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🏅 🌙 🤔 ask game!!

🏅-What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing?

Tbh I think finding someone who is just as feral over the idea of the whole Weakness/Fragility AU is probably the most proud I’ve felt in a while. It’s not often you have someone who is equally insane about an idea, especially in smaller fandoms. I think about how if you (hi MJ) hadn’t been as interested in the idea I wouldn’t have made an AU of an AU, I wouldn’t have wrote sequel fics, and my original fic would have only been half as long. (We have eight different fics for this one AU that’s insane!)

But if I’m supposed to say something more recent than that—since we started the whole Weakness obsession back in May—I think consistently writing longer one shots or two shots is something for me to be proud of. I still love shorter fics, but me having the passion to write 15-30k+ words for one single chapter or two is huge. Even hitting 5k words is something I never used to be able to do, so even my more recent shorter one shots are impressive to me!

🌙-What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

My best ideas come from sleep deprived thoughts. There is something about my brain running on three days without proper rest at two am that sends me to another reality in which I write like a god. There’s something so…enigmatic (idk if that’s the word to fit the vibe but we carry on) about writing in the middle of the night. It’s my favorite time to write, but alas I’ve got that pesky full time job to keep me from pursuing my dreams. Currently I just try to fit in time to write whenever I can, because my job is tiring and I need my sleep at night. I should be asleep right now but I’m answering this instead, whoops!

🤔-What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Keeping invested in an idea! I’ve had fics go years without a conclusion because I just ended up burned out when it came to the idea! I have fics that need endings rn but I just can’t find the energy to finish them. (Anyone who read Perfect Match and is sad about the hiatus i see you!) I think that’s part of why I’ve started writing longer fics with less chapters, (Fragility not included if I get burned out someone will be getting me hyped again) because it’s easier to get all of the idea on the page. I personally don’t really plan my fics, (again not including Fragility) I just let the plot develop as I go, so when I lose interest in a story where the plot was at a low point…I struggle to keep writing for it.

#ask game #I spent half an hour answering this Omfg I need to go to bed

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dare-to-dm · 2 years

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hi! i’m a relatively new follower but i was wondering if you took asks about dnd campaigns?

I’m kinda in a shorty spot rn. I’ve played dnd a lot but i never took it that seriously. i’ve moved several states away from home to go to college and my highschool friends back home wanted to start playing! i was pretty excited and i sorta dedicated myself to try and be better and 1) get into my character and 2) invest myself in my fellow players characters because i have been pretty bad at both of those. the guy dming hasn’t done it before so we did a short one shot last saturday (which went fine!) and another yesterday, bc we want him to be confident. between those two sessions i kinda redid my character just cause i didn’t like some stuff from the previous week. yesterday was very very bad.

part of the reason why the session yesterday sucked was cause i’m the only one online, i call in through discord and i have a hard time hearing them (although they can hear me well cause of a bluetooth) and i can’t see them cause our dm points the camera at the map. my character is a grumpy old guy and i’m trying really hard to roleplay that but it’s so hard when they can’t see me do physical mannerisms and i can’t interact with my friends. overall the session for me sucked because i struggled to hear people and it felt like i want actually there. then one my my friends characters killed my wolf that i had just tamed. so i quit and said i had to leave and left the call.

i was really upset about it this morning and so i was texting one of my friends and he said that it sucked for them because i wasn’t doing enough interaction , i kept being grumpy and not talking. and that i shouldn’t have tamed the wolf cause the other player had called dibs on it for meat (which i didn’t hear) ig from there perspective i was really rude during rp sections (i wasn’t trying to be, my character is an old guy and i was trying to play that. clearly not well)

and then there’s the combat. i’m pretty good at constructing characters and so i was consistently dealing more damage than other players and bc combat is my favorite part of the game, i tried to get really into and describe my attacks. last session our dm described our attacks and i was like hey! this my character i wanna say what he does! but i don’t actually know if that’s standard

anywya my friend told me that everyone was a little tired of my descriptions cause i would describe them vividly and take too long and that it kinda seemed like i was making myself the star of the show

idk where i’m going with this. i feel like maybe i should just quit and not come back for another session. i can’t be there in person anywya and obviously as things stands i’m making it less fun. i’m upset at myself and i feel bad for the way i acted cause i didn’t even realize it came across that way. i think i’ve been expecting too much of everyone involved and i know i should try and make it better by playing again but idk how to do that without sacrificing a character im really proud of and parts of the game i really love.

idk if these are the kinds of asks you usually get. you don’t have to answer if it’s not up your alley. i’m sorry for the really long message

Hey there! I do take asks, and I can definitely sympathize with your situation. I've been there before.

You've brought up several issues, any one of which would not be too hard to work out with your friends. But the combination of all of them is a doozy. Personally, I think being the only remote player is the toughest thing to deal with. It's very easy to feel isolated from your friends and like you can't actually get immersed in the role play, no matter how hard you try. In my experience, in order to make this work, you need to have one friend in particular really be your advocate to make sure you are heard and that you aren't missing anything. But even then, playing remotely might just not be fun for you. I know it isn't for me. When I was in this situation, I ended up bowing out of that particular group and finding a new group where I could play in person. That was tough, because the first group were people I had known for a long time, and finding a new group meant having to reach out to strangers. But it ended up being worth it, and I made some new friends.

As for the issue of you being rude, it sounds like if you were, it was unintentional not entirely unreasonable. After all, in some groups you would fit right in with vivid descriptions of your actions during combat. In fact, some would consider that a strength. While others might see it as grandstanding or slowing down the action. Personally, I would be cool with it, but if others are critical, that's fine as long as they give their feedback politely. I once had another player ask me to tone down my descriptions because they said it made them picture the gore too much, which was unpleasant for them. I didn't mind adjusting my style to their preference since they asked politely.

I'm sorry you had a bad experience! Rest assured that it's mostly not your fault. Honestly, you should probably seek a new group to play with. I know that's probably not what you want to hear, but I hope it doesn't make you want to give up on this hobby.

#asks #RPGs #Dare Original

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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Hello again!! Saw your response to my last ask and uhhh guess I’m getting kinda predictable huh 😅? I’m sorry if it bothers or annoys you, I just like consistent communication with the people I like so like I always try to do that cause reassurance is important to me so I want the other person to feel reassured too you know? But if it’s too much let me know and I’ll dial it down promise!! Your works hitting over 200 notes is an amazing accomplishment you should be so proud of yourself and if you’re not pls know that I am. Running a blog isn’t easy, much less maintaining and putting out such amazing works. I’m glad you’re feeling better!! And yeah writing blocks are so annoying but I feel that once you hit that stride, you start running and can’t stop. If that makes sense? It’s what I’ve gone through with my experience anyways. Tbh I’ve been better. Life isn’t the best rn and I’m super busy and drained atm. I’m pretty sure it’s burnout but I’ll manage somehow. Also my favorite character is Bachira but like almost every other character ties for second so like 💀. I swear I’m like this with every show/series. I end up with my favorite character and then there’s everyone else it’s always so hard to choose like I love all my babies adhkkghkhhh. Anyways it’s always so fun to talk to you I can’t wait to read the next part of my tears your company but obv take your time. As always I hope your day goes well whenever you read this and that you’re doing good and *sends many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

✨ anon !!

Omg no bb ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა I meant it in a good way! Like when I release any blue lock fic I look forward to the reaction you have cause the blog goes both ways with the author/writer writing and uploading fics and the reader interacting with it along with the fact that they make my day. And i like consistent communication as well!! (꜆˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)꜆ So yeah, you're always welcomed in my blog and I enjoy responding to your asks! Even if there is more than one or two or even many! (like that one time where you saw me upload the third edition and came back with the review? My roommate heard me cackle like a Hyena.)

I like seeing people ask or talk about fics or even life outside of it cause at the end of the day its another living and breathing person on the other side of the screen and conversations are important to them as much as it is to you, rest assured, I like having you in my blog and it makes me smile each time I see an ask from you or anyone okay?

You're well liked (trust me when i see the ✨ anon I get serotonin) and I don't find you annoying; you have nothing to apologize for, okay?

૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ა

And don't dial down the energy! It's what keeps me hyped and this blog going (´,,>ω<,,`)♡ ;

its reassuring to me when i have something in my inbox cause silence when you have so many followers isn't fun yk? It kinda makes the blog blank... Interact with an author and their works, get to know them, it makes their day too ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა and vice versa

I'm glad you think my works are amazing cause ngl when I'm reading through it I'm just sitting there like 'How did people let this mistake slip' ૮꒰- ˕ -꒱ა *groans*

Speaking of my writing block, I took a break and went on yt for a bit and found sumasumthing that gave me an idea to write for both NNN and for further part of the series (¬‿¬) no spoilers. Just wait ꒰ ⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖

But yeah it does work that way, once you overcome that block, you just keep running until you hit another, but you'll overcome that as well. <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)

Oh no, I'm sorry that you feel burntout :'< ; cause this was literally me a week ago. Everytime I have a burnout its cause of everything that is going on and its too much to handle sometimes so I kept telling myself three things :

'We'll cross the bridge when we get there.'

'Living in the moment happening right now is more important, what comes tomorrow comes.'

'Nothing is permanent.'

Take care of yourself; don't push too hard, push as much as you can. (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡

ooooh Bachira!! He's sweet, I'm actually adding him and a few more characters to the fourth edition of the series. But yes !! It is so hard to choose one person Aiku stan mon ange

I mean you got 11 players + more and you even have the coaches *confused screaming insert* cause they are literally the whole bakery

My day is going fine chipped my nail polish with pistachios, been reading from my book shopping that I went for yesterday, planning to start fourth season of Haikyuu but I wanna watch this movie that I've been keeping on hold (Drive my car- cause its straight up my alley.. kinda like driving miss daisy? Yes I am THAT old in taste )

*sending back hugs* ꒰ ੭´ ˘ `૮꒱ Hope you get better soon!! Bachira sends kisses!

#saint.σ #.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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welightthefire · 1 year

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Thank you for tagging me @streamingcolors-gvf 😘

I think it might be fun to look back on what we’ve all achieved this year, let you give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back and also share what you love. When you’re done maybe tag someone else so they can share too?

1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?

Ohh boy. I feel like in the beginning of the year, I hit the ground running. I had a lot of ideas and motivation, passion even, and was putting out my best work. Throughout the summer, mostly near the end, I started to lose steam and imagination and that’s something I’m struggling to navigate through right now. I’m hoping 2023 brings a refreshing bit of inspiration that I can really work with.

2. What pieces are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.

Table For Two, without a shadow of a doubt. It was an idea that I came up with last November and sat on for quite awhile. I knew it was going to be a huge project and I wanted to collaborate with someone on it. I’m not the most sociable on here, so I mostly just posted my other writings for awhile and then the most beautiful soul showed up outta nowhere in April and not only did she quickly become one of my absolute best friends, she became the best co-author I could ever ask for to help me bring this idea to fruition.

3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!

Again, Table For Two. I have so much love for the group of readers following along in the adventures of the twins and Syd (and poor Sam), but it’s something that I am so incredibly proud of that I simply want everyone to read it.

4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?

You’ll definitely get an update or two from @allieboop and I for TFT, maybe even the end of the series!! I’m also working on a Danny x reader blurb that will be out in the next week or so and a little secret something else, but I can’t say much of anything about it. 🤫

5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?

I’m hoping to build my masterlist more. I have some works already in progress which you’ll see on the pinned post on my page, however they won’t be posted until late-winter/spring.

6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you're tempted to expand on or revisit next year?

Teach Me Tonight will be getting a part two once TFT is wrapped up and I get some of these other works out. There are some other things floating up in the air, but we’ll just have to see how things turn out first.

7. Is there anything new you're tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?

I would really love to try my hand at an enemies to lovers trope!! I’m such a sucker for angst when it comes to reading, however, I do find myself struggling to write it sometimes. I have such a fluffy soul lol

8. Now to hype some other writers! What's a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?

Amongst The Stars by @samkiszkasfacialhair hands down. It was posted on my birthday this year and to this day, it is the most gut-wrenching piece yet stands as my favorite thing I’ve ever read on this hellsite.

9. And how about something you've read more recently?

Pink Lemonade (WIP) by @garbagevanfleet

Ego (all 3 Parts) by @allieboop

Seven (WIP) by @stardustchordssammy

The Number One Rule by @streamingcolors-gvf and @allieboop

10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?

Boys of Summer (WIP) by @streamingcolors-gvf

My girl is in the process of writing a slow burn and confusing the hell out of me and I have NO IDEA what’s going on rn or what to expect, but I can tell you (and she knows this) that I would end up with Jake 😌

Tagging @samkiszkasfacialhair, @stardustbarbarians, and @mintysammykiszka (apologies if you’ve already been tagged)

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emmyhem · 3 years

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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.

“And?” he spoke flatly.

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.

“Fucking dick.” he hissed.

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.

“Thank you, Cal.”

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”

“M’used to it.” you mumbled.

“You don’t deserve any of it.”

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”

You let out a breath of exhaustion.

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.

“Hungry?” he questioned.

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.

But of course he did, it was Calum after all.

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.

“Then what’s got you all flustered?”

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.

“I’m not flustered.”

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”

“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.

“What’re you thinking about, love?”

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.

Fuck it.

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.

That you weren’t expecting.

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.”

He could’ve came then and there.

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.

“Want it off?” he teased.

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.

“Cal, please.” you begged.

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.

His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?”

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured.

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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violetnotez · 3 years

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Can you please make JJK boys HCs where their s/o is multilingual? Like they speak several languages and sometimes get asked around in Tokyo by foreigners and they get jealous bc they think it's hot but can't understand a single word at the same time. I just think it'll be cute and funny! ( U can ignore if u like) thank you tho ❤️

HC: S/O IS MULTILINGUAL | JJK

Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojou, Yuuji, Megumi

Warnings: cursing + slightttt suggestive content (if ya squint)

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Shop Owner’s Note: Omg how could I ignore this! Thank you so much anon for requesting, this ask is just the cutest! It isn’t very long, so I hope that’s okay-I literally wrote this at like 12 in the morning so if it’s a shit show I’m sorry 😂💀

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The first time he hears you talk in another language it’s GAME OVER

He is instantly in love with the way you sound in this other language-whether it be English, Spanish, Turkish, Chinese, etc

He just thinks it’s so hot

Keeps asking you to say certain phrases in your language,,,,

It’ll start out simple like “Good morning,” and “How are you?”

But Gojo being Gojo, he’ll progressively make the phrases more intimate and flirtatious, asking you to say his name with your slight accent change from the language, how to say “I love you”,,,,,

The dude Probabaly found a new kink of his tbh 😂💀

Asked you how to say “beautiful” and now that’s your new pet name now

He really loves it when you have any chance to use your language, because you sadly speak in it so rarely even though it sounds so beautiful to him

But what he doesn’t like is when you talk to people for a freaking LONGGGGG time

Gojo is hoenstly really hyper sometimes, so if your helping a tourist in the middle of Tokyo, especially if your on your way to Gojou’s favorite bakery

This dude will do everything in his power to break you away

He tries to be subtle about it at first, like holding your hand and giving it a small squeeze,

But your not even noticing and now your laughing at whatever this random person said and he doesn’t even know what your saying...

it kinda irks him so much of your attention isn’t on him, so his solution to that is wrapping his arms around your waist, encasing you from behind

“Tell then you have to go doll, I’m starving ya know,” he whispered this into you ear, and the way he says it makes you think he’s not starving for food (if ya catch my drift) 👀😳

So with big shocked eyes and teeth biting your lower lip, you quickly bid the stranger farewell and follow Gojo, hands firmly placed in his

Gojo is hoenstly just really good at getting you to do what he wants, it’s kinda scary at this point 💀

Omg he is just amazeddddddddd

Like whoa he’s s/o is pretty, brave, AND smart?!

Damn he feels so lucky rn 🥺

He’s so excited by this new revelation, with a huge, boyish smile and eyes sparkling

If you ever try to downplay your language speaking skills, like “Oh I’m not very good at it” or “It’s not that big of a deal, a lot of people speak it” he won’t be having any of it!

Yuuji is your biggest hype man, just forcing you to be proud of yourself sometimes

“Cmon y/n you gotta admit it’s pretty cool! Some people can barely speak one language...and you can speak a whole other one!”

Deifnitely begs you to teach him, so whenever you to are out together, you’ll point out objects with your free hand that isn’t holding Yuuji’s, telling him what the objects are called in your language

Yuuji is surprisingly a very quick learner! He has struggles with grammar, but he’s very good at learning the Vocab

Your proudest moment tho was when Yuuji stubbed his toe on his bed and Sukuna must have felt it to,

Cause as Itadori was yelping Sukuna locked through Itadori’s cheek, and cussed in your language 💀

Itadori loves it when you help other people, cause it reminds him of how selfless and kind you are

Yet it just bothers him when other guys talk to you

Especially if they seem to be into you...making you laugh and smile, and they’re giving you that one “look” that kinda hints at their real motives in talking to you

And he’s just like - The hell bro I’m right here.

The worst part is that he really doesn’t know what your saying...sure, he can pick up a few words now but not able to piece the conversation together

Sukuna is calling him a “spineless imbecile” in his head and finding this whole situation hilarious as hell

He doesn’t like looking jealous, but once he knows 100% certain you’re getting hit on he intervenes quick

Usually he knows cause if your body language-you just look less into the cinversation, your body language shrinks in to protect yourself, and you laughs turn to uncomfortable chuckles

He quickly swoops in, loving how relieved you look as he wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you against you chest

“Thanks for talking to my girlfriend, but we will be going now,” he states plainly, his voice wounding kind yet eyes shooting our venom at the dude

But the amazing thing he said all that in your language

Proud ass moment 🥺🥺🥺🥺

He’s gonna act so indifferent

Like language skills? Okay cool to know 😐

Literally so bland about it like-

“Youre bilingual? Cool.”

Don’t let that fool you tho, this guy is kinda freaking out inside

Cause why was he so attracted to you speaking another language? Why does he want to learn it now? Maybe he should, right? Would it be wierd if he didn’t-

Hoenstly, he’s overthinking it 💀

His favorite thing is when you cuss in your language, he hoenstly finds it super funny

But jokes on him cause now he’s cursing in your language too 💀

Likes it when he has his head in your lap as you play with his hair, and hear you practice your language

The dude will literally hold up your phone/flashcards so you can play with his hair and study

Soemtiems he gets too comfy tho and falls asleep

Once he dropped your phone on his face and he a huge bruise right on the bridge of his nose 💀

First time he heard you talk in your language was when you were in Tokyo, in a mission together by yourselves

And this tourist came up to you guys who was obviously lost-

And you just whipped out this new language like it was nothing

Megumi has never been more confused-cause you never told him about knowing another language, like the hell did this come from?

Suddenly his cheeks are getting red cause wait why do you sound so hot?

Like all that shit he told Aoi about liking women with an “unshakable character” went out the damn window

He’s type now is being multilingual 💀

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Maternal Feelings

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

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Eda meets her newborn grandddaughter for the first time.

I don't know man I'm just chucking out words rn like I'm running from something.

But I had this thought of Eda meeting a very small child and my stupid brain was like "We can do that instead of sleeping" xD

So yeah, have this incredibly fluffy oneshot about Eda coming to terms with her Momma feelings and adjusting to being a grandma.

I just really wanted Eda to get emotional over a baby

Don't even ask Idk

Have fun reading! <3

Ao3 / FF.net

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Eda had never been the most maternal.

Not in her youth, not when she had found King, and not when she had sort of adopted and sheltered Luz until she had graduated and been able to stand on her own two feet.

Not when King had taken her name and not when Amity had asked her for Luz’s hand, which had in truth just been a mockery of her parents’ traditions and had given Eda nothing more than an excuse to drink some apple blood with her future daughter-in-law.

Of course, she had seen Luz as a daughter at some point, had called herself her mother, had cared for her.

She had made their meals, had helped Luz with the homework – even if that had disgusted her – she had taught Luz and King everything she knew, she had tucked King in, cared for Luz when she had gotten sick or sad. She had of course done everything in her power to make sure her kids were content and happy.

That didn’t mean she had felt as though she was a mother. She had liked pretending to be the sort of crazy aunt, in charge of all the bad decisions.

But she had never seen herself as maternal.

Well, she supposed that came from not really setting any rules. When she had been younger, she had always been under the impression that mothers had to set rules, educate their children, and raise them. She had never really raised King or Luz.

She had just sort of made them laugh, given them food, and then they hadn’t left anymore. Like the free-loaders they were. Kind of like pests, actually.

It had always made them laugh if she had called them that. It had made her laugh.

Because she loved them, of course. She didn’t know love alone could turn her, the irresponsible, free-spirited wild witch a mother.

She supposed she had been a mother for King and Luz. Without setting rules, without all the raising stuff. She supposed her kids had turned her the littlest bit maternal.

Was it normal for friends to stay up at night and change the cold applications on Luz’s forehead in the hopes of bringing her fever down? Was it called caring and loving when she went out of her way to get King’s favorite toy, to get Luz the food she could actually digest, to make sure King was free of fleas and bathed and tucked in at night?

Did it make her a mother if she risked her own life to ensure they could lead a happy life?

Eda never knew the line between loving, as friends, and maternal.

Raine had started calling her out on her maternal feelings once she got the littlest bit protective of Luz.

Well, it wasn’t her fault that everything made her jump after Belos had almost – had, in fact – killed Luz on the day of unity. It wasn’t her fault that she woke up at night in a cold sweat, rushing to check on her daughter in the room next to hers sleeping peacefully, only to return to a sleepy Raine dazedly grinning at her with a smug, shit-eating expression of “Told you so”.

Every time, they would roll over their mattress in her nest and wrap an arm around her waist and tell her she was such a sweet mother.

Well, she was. She was the Momma of the Owl House.

But maternal?

Eda supposed she was.

After all, even if friends would do the same as her, a mother would make sure everything stayed safe and protected in her house. Making sure there was food on the table that Luz could eat. Making sure King was feeling loved, despite having discovered his past.

Making sure Luz had all her school materials, spending money on icky, stupid books. Giving her an allowance. Keeping her and King safe.

Well, Eda had never really tried finding a definition for maternal. All the love she had gained for King and Luz had just been that to her – love. And it had been enough.

She had loved calling herself Momma and had loved treating Luz like her daughter and King like her son, and she had loved calling them her kids. She just supposed the word itself – maternal – didn’t exactly describe what she was. She, herself, as Eda the Owl Lady, the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, an agent of chaos and the most daring criminal history had ever seen.

She had just assumed a mother wouldn’t call herself these titles.

Seemed like her view of a mother had been wrong.

Any person could be a mother, a parent, a father, or anything remotely close to this. And she supposed, caring for Luz and King, taking them in, giving them food, kind of did make her a maternal person, while never losing her pride as a criminal and generally irresponsible person.

A mother.

Well, whatever a mother was, or whatever maternal feelings were, or whatever she defined herself at and whatever she did for Luz and King.

Here she found herself, fidgeting next to her spouse, her excited teenage son in tow who was already towering over her height, in front of the healer’s coven building.

Whatever a mother was, she would probably feel that way. Well, Camila – Luz’s other mother – next to her other side was buzzing in excitement just as much as she was. The two women exchanged a glance before Camila gave her a small smile and she felt Raine taking her hand.

King gave a groan when he finally placed his claws on Eda’s and Camila’s shoulders and pushed them up the three steps into the main entrance, rolling his eyes.

After Belos had been taken down – after he had actually very much killed Luz, Eda had just brought her back to life – Luz and her friends had taken on graduation while the Boiling Isles had experienced a change in the government. Covens were no longer used to steal or limit magic. Instead, they had been used as a way to form a working parliament, with an elected group of government heads. After the gang had graduated, Luz had worked towards getting a way back home while helping establish a stable government form from the makeshift temporary one they had managed to create after Belos’ defeat. Luz had actually helped them quite a bit by telling of experiences made in the human realm, where politics were apparently a lot more twisted than here on the Isles.

Eda and Lilith had been elected as part of the group forming the government, even if Eda had dropped out after one or two periods, while her sister had taken charge like it had been the most natural thing for her.

Discovering that politics hadn’t really been up to her alley – she was way more interested in rebellions than anything else – she had begun building a legal business since she didn’t have to fear being captured anymore. It had gone pretty well.

Raine had started working in the government as well as Amity, while Luz had started working to mastering all forms of glyphs she could find, admitting her studies to the academics, and shortly after, had been offered to become a teacher at Hexside by Bump to teach magicless witches and demons glyph magic.

After traveling the Isles and working on her studies, Luz had accepted and finally settled down with Amity. It really hadn’t been a surprise to Eda when Amity had come to her and Raine with a ring and asked them to marry Eda’s daughter.

After already asking Camila that is.

Eda faintly felt King pushing her into the cool building that smelled like disinfectant – a nifty cleaning drug from the human realm that Luz had introduced them to – before hearing herself asking the receptionist where the room of the Noceda-Blights was.

A kind of bored-looking demon sighed and looked the room number up in the list, before pointing them in the direction. Again, Eda’s feet felt like they had been planted into the tiles below her.

Only after Raine gave her a light push, she moved again.

So, the world now had some sort of order. Nobody was forced into covens anymore, and the coven seals had been removed, setting the magic free again.

Raine and she had married shortly after her daughter had accepted Amity’s proposal, and now, ten years after Luz had first set foot on the Boiling Isles chasing after her book, Eda found herself feeling more maternal than ever. Whatever that meant.

Her hands were fidgety, and not even Raine’s steadying grip could calm her. Camila tried not to look around too much, even after so many years of knowing the Boiling Isles and having visited her daughter regularly, she still wasn’t used to all of it.

Stopping in front of their room, Eda tried breathing through. King sighed again, but Raine shot him a glare and he shut up. At least her spouse understood that this was a big step for her. Looking to her side, Camila tried another smile and Eda nodded at her.

“If you want to, you and King can go ahead. I’ll-… I still need a minute.”

More than willing, Camila accepted. She knocked, and upon hearing Luz’s call, she stepped in. Eda shuffled to the side to let King through, so he could duck through the doorframe and maneuver his broad shoulders in without hitting anything. The door closed and Eda breathed through once more, feeling Raine’s grip tightening.

“How do you feel?”

Shooting them a grin, Eda turned, shrugging and trying to play it cool, “Old, honestly.”

Laughing, Raine pulled her aside to the row of chairs and made her sit down.

“No, I mean, how do you feel about Luz and Amity?”, they tried again and Eda sighed, staring at the blank wooden door with the small eighteen next to it.

“… Proud. I’m proud of them for making this commitment.”, looking back to Raine, she added, “And kind of scared. I haven’t really been the most-… Well, involved.”

Unimpressed, Raine lifted an eyebrow.

“… You’re kidding, right?”

Groaning, Eda shrugged again and leaned back, before closing her eyes, resting her head against the wall.

“I-… I never made the commitment they made. King has his father and Luz has her mother. I was more a friend to them than a mom. Sure, I liked seeing myself that way, and they liked seeing themselves as my kids, but-… It was fun having them. King had always been mostly independent and Luz was already a teenager when I met her. I’ve never-… Well, been around-…”

Raine softly placed their hand on Eda’s hands that she had folded in her lap and when she opened her eyes again, the gaze of her spouse was humored.

“Come on, Eda. How hard can it be to be a not-grandmother?”, at the joke, Eda groaned, “It’s not much different to being a not-mom to your kids.”

Grumbling, she got up again before straightening her back and nodding.

“You know what, you’re right. That kid is family now and whoever the hell cares what a mother or a grandmother is.”

A little confused, Raine got up after her and pumped a fist, albeit half-heartedly.

“That’s the spirit?”, they laughed and Eda huffed, before knocking and getting her own call to be let in.

The room was warm and humid. Eda let in Raine and quickly closed the door after them, not to let too much of the warmth escape, before turning back to her daughter.

Luz looked tired when she approached them.

Well, that wasn’t a surprise, given that she and Amity had arrived in the hospital two days ago before their little daughter had been born just this morning in the earliest hours. She had probably been awake all this time to be there for Amity.

Giving Eda a big hug, she nuzzled her face into the crook of her mother’s neck, before deeply breathing out. Eda could tell that Luz had just overcome a big step for herself.

“… I’m glad you’re here…”, she breathed and Eda wrapped her arms around the now-grown woman, tilting her own head into the embrace. The younger witch snuggled close while Raine squeezed past them to join Camila and King around the crib next to Amity’s bed.

Eda tried so hard not to cry.

This was a happy occasion and she would sure as hell not shed a tear about this. Just when she pressed a little kiss to Luz’s head, a tear rolled into her dark curls as well. Well, there went this promise.

“I’m proud of you, kid.”, she whispered and Luz held her tighter, smiling against her neck, “I’m so, so proud of you. If you ever need some help, I’ll do my damn best to provide.”

Sniffling, Luz nodded, before parting from her.

The exhaustion was evident on her face. She wiped her cheek before Eda placed a hand on her shoulder and caught her gaze. They exchanged a silent smile, then she looked up and around her daughter to her future daughter-in-law on the bed, obviously exhausted as well.

Amity gave a small wave, but it was obvious to see she was under the influence of some strong sedatives. That was the logical thing to do, Eda supposed, to keep her from acting protective over her child while all her family and friends wanted to meet the newest family member.

Witches only carried six months until giving birth, before incubating their pup for another three months. Which was why this room was so damn hot.

But upon giving birth, new mothers would also become a lot more protective of their pups than humans would. Luz had been new to all of this and Eda had had to educate her on the reproduction of witches, because Amity had been too busy laughing. Well, Eda had laughed as well, but not as hard as Luz’s fiancé.

Looking back to her daughter, she finally noticed the bandage she was wearing around one hand. Smirking, she gestured to that.

“Don’t tell me your weak nerd arms gave in.”, she joked and Luz huffed, rubbing the bandage with the healing sticker.

“Amity just had to transform her hand into a damn abomination while in labor. Seriously, who even does that? She sliced my hand right in half.”, grumbling, she looked back to her fiancé and gave her a small smile before looking back to Eda, “I almost missed the birth because the healers had to patch me up first. But there won’t even be a scar because they had my hand reattached just a second after it happened.”

Still grinning, Eda punched her shoulder, then Luz leaned closer to her, lowering her voice.

“Just don’t tell Mami. She’d lose her cool.”

Shaking her head and laughing, Eda walked past her.

“I won’t, don’t worry.”, after making her way around the bed, she sat down on the edge and caught Amity’s dazed gaze, taking her hand after permission, “Hey Minty. How’re you feeling?”

“… ’M good.”, the young witch slurred, trying a small smile, before breathing through and looking to the side where she kept her pup in view, “… Tired.”

Eda nodded, cupping her hand with both of hers, before softly patting the back of her hand.

“Lily will be here this afternoon to look after you two. Your siblings are still in Latissa on Government business, they asked me to tell you because they couldn’t get a hold of you. But they’ll be back tomorrow.”

She could tell that was a lot of information for Amity to process so she made a note to tell Luz as well. Leaving the witch to try and observe the room again – probably to make sure it stayed safe for her pup – she turned to the crib now finally.

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

Camila seemed a lot more comfortable around the baby, though. She had respected Luz’s wish to leave her in her crib for the time being, so Amity could get used to so many people around her pup so suddenly, but she was already reaching in and brushing the tiny thing over her cheek.

Well, okay, that seemed easy enough. Eda could do that, someday, when the kid was like twelve or something.

King and Luz were talking about something while Raine looked just about as amazed by the small creature as Camila was.

Sensing their amazement and figuring that Raine didn’t exactly have that much experience with children, either, Camila took the hand of Eda’s spouse and guided them down into the crib, brushing their knuckles against the incredibly soft skin of the baby’s cheek.

Amity didn’t even flinch at that. Either the sedatives were really strong or she felt incredibly comfortable with the people in the room. Looking back to the young witch, Eda confirmed the latter. Through half-lidded eyes, Amity was leaning back against the pillow, her other hand that was not held by Eda draped across her belly, while she was calmly watching Camila guiding Raine’s hand against the infant’s cheek.

She wondered how much Amity had actually adopted Luz’s family as her own once her parents had been imprisoned for their crimes against the public.

Judging by her calm reaction, she didn’t mind them being around her and her loved ones in the slightest, even in the now starting incubation period. Finally, Luz leaned around King and reached into the crib to lift her little daughter up and cradling her close to her chest. The baby didn’t even wake up, which made Eda chuckle.

“She’s got your sleeping habits, kid.”

Amity’s hand in hers shook when she started laughing alongside the older witch and Luz flushed in deep red when her mother confirmed.

“Sometimes, not even me shaking her would wake her up to school.”, Camila added and Luz huffed, bopping the infant in her arms.

“You guys are being mean to me in front of my daughter.”, she tried pouting, but King deadpanned.

“In front of your sleeping daughter. She won’t hear any of this.”

They started laughing again while Luz couldn’t suppress a little smile herself while looking down at the infant. When they had all quieted down a little, Luz pressed a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead, before approaching Camila. Shooting a gaze towards Amity first to ask her permission, she then placed the baby in her mother’s arms and kept her hand cupped on the baby’s head, smiling.

“That’s your abuelita, mija.”, Luz mumbled softly and Eda almost felt her own heart breaking with the light sniffle Camila gave. After all these years of calling Luz her mija, Luz starting to use that label for her own daughter now made the human tear up.

While Camila greeted the little pup, Eda turned back to Amity whose head was softly nicking every time her eyelids fell. She had to be exhausted.

Tugging on her hand, Eda got her attention, then she lightly pushed the crib away to get up and adjust Amity’s pillow for her.

“C’mon, let’s get you lying down. We’ll take care of your pup.”

A sleepy gaze crossed with Eda’s but before Amity could object, the older witch was already adjusting the settings of the mattress to be flat again, before helping Amity lie down on her side.

“You can stay awake for as long as you want, but you should be comfortable with it at least.”, shooting her a grateful gaze, the younger witch yawned, then she adjusted the blanket around her future daughter-in-law and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about your pup, okay? Luz is taking care of her.”

That seemed to soothe Amity. She mumbled a soft “thank you” towards Eda and curled up a little, before continuing to watch the scene before her, the blinking of her eyelids already getting slower.

When Eda turned back to Camila, she discovered that Luz had taken her daughter back already and was safely cradling her before going around the crib and catching Eda’s gaze.

She knew that Luz wanted her to say hi, too.

“Luz, I’m not so sure about holding-”

Chuckling, her daughter adjusted the baby, before taking Eda’s hand.

“You can greet them like this first if you don’t wanna hold her. Or you can sit down if you like.”

Huffing, Eda fidgeted shortly, before rubbing her hands together and breathing through.

“Just, uh-… Sitting would be nice. I’m-… Holding the bat kids was an entirely different thing, you know? They could fly. Your kid can’t fly.”

Luz had to laugh at Eda’s rambling, pulling on her hand, she ushered King out of the chair by the window, before letting her adoptive mother sit down in it. Camila helped out by placing a pillow on Eda’s lap, then she was all set. Luz studied her face again.

“If you’re too nervous, you don’t have to hold her. I can hold her over your lap if you want to.”

Trying to wave her off, Eda forced a laugh.

“Pfft, you can just say you don’t trust me holding a baby, kid.”, she tried to joke around, but Luz just gave her a smile.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to. That’s all I’m saying.”

But Eda wanted to. She definitely did kind of want to hold the tiny fragile baby that Luz had made together with her fiancé. Even if she was nervous and a little bit scared and so amazed by how small such a tiny thing could actually be, she did kind of want to hold that baby. Patting the pillow, she finally breathed through, then she opened her arms.

“Okay, I’m ready. Bring it, kid.”

Smirking at her antics, Luz leaned in and kneeled, then she slowly placed the baby in Eda’s arms. It was so tiny. It was so stupidly tiny, it wasn’t even as long as Eda’s forearm. Hiccupping, the older witch instinctively cradled the tiny, tiny infant in her arms and a warm feeling overcame her.

A really warm feeling.

If that was maternal feelings, then Eda swore she was going to be the best dang grandmother she could be for that child.

She brushed over her temple and the baby squirmed slightly. Apparently, she had woken up sometime during Camila holding her and was now kind of fighting against the snug swaddle blanket she was trapped in. Eda didn’t even notice she had tears in her eyes when she already felt the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“Wow… You’re my granddaughter now, hm?”, she asked and that tiny thing yawned, her arms struggling in the swaddle, before softly smacking her incredibly small lips. Eda found herself smiling immediately, “Titan, that’s new.”

Luz’s hands undid the blanket that was wrapped around the baby, then Eda laughed tearily when the infant stretched, her absolutely tiny fists stretching up to her face and rubbing her cheeks. She was apparently waking up and while she knew that incubating infants didn’t open their eyes yet, she found herself wondering what eye color the child would have. Adjusting the baby, she cradled them closer, then she smuggled a finger into the fist and giggled in delight when the baby grabbed it, despite not wanting to open the fist at first.

Looking up to Luz, who was still kneeling in front of her, she managed a smile, her teary expression probably matching the one on her daughter’s face.

“She’s perfect, Luz. But, let’s be honest, you two made a stupidly small baby.”

Laughing under tears, Luz nodded then she brushed over her daughter’s head and pressed a small kiss to her forehead to which the baby responded with a huff.

“Yeah, when I first held her, I was so scared she’d just slip right through my arms. But I think Amity would have killed me if I had so much as stumbled so I concentrated really hard not to let that happen.”

Eda’s gaze shot up from her granddaughter to her future daughter-in-law who was calling from the bed, her words slurred from the sedatives and sleepiness, but still very much poised if needed.

“… You better not drop our child, Luz.”

Raine had to laugh at that and went to soothe the new mother, while Eda turned back to the baby in her arms with a smile.

“Titan she’s small…”

The following few minutes were pretty much filled with tearful giggles and a very excited King who almost knocked the crib over when Luz called him to say hi as well. When Eda and King had calmed down a little, Camila had taken Luz outside for a little mother-daughter walk in the nearby park and King had gone with them for snacks. The older witch got up and carried the baby back to the crib, smiling when she lifted them up to her face. Resting her forehead against theirs, she kept like this for a moment, before stopping in front of the crib.

Amity had fallen asleep by now, even if she was flinching with every littlest sound her daughter made, so Eda looked over to Raine.

“Wanna hold the baby, too?”, she asked and Raine blushed.

“I’d-… I’d rather wait until she’s a little bit older.”, she admitted and Eda nodded before still gesturing her spouse over. Raine got up from the edge of Amity’s bed and joined Eda, putting an arm around her waist while Eda still cradled the baby close, taking care not to jostle her too much.

She yawned again and from the corner of her eyes, Eda saw Amity’s eyes opening, unfocused and probably very much still asleep but still attentive to her daughter. Chuckling, she turned back to Raine.

“Boy, I’m sure glad I only had two adoptive children.”

Shrugging, Raine caught the baby’s fist with their free hand and tickled their tiny fingers, but she wouldn’t open her hand this time.

“I’m sure you would’ve made a great biological mother as well. As you’re already a great adoptive mother, too.”

Shrugging, Eda brushed over her temple again, leaning into Raine.

“Nah, I’m glad I never had a baby. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to go through that.”

“Fair enough.”, Raine whispered, but their tone indicated that they had stopped listening to Eda, engrossed by the child in her arms. She softly kicked, which caused them to chuckle, before she settled back against Eda’s chest, curling in slightly and breathing through, apparently getting ready for her next nap. Raine sighed softly.

“Honestly, I’m glad I never had a baby, too. But having a grandchild is amazing.”

Grinning, Eda kissed their forehead, before carefully maneuvering the baby back into the crib and swaddling them the best she could, watching her breaths deepening and calming as she fell asleep again. Then, Eda pushed the crib next to Amity’s bed, to which the young witch immediately responded by reaching into the crib from the side and resting her hand on her daughter’s belly. Smiling, Eda took Raine into her arms and watched as both her future daughter-in-law and her granddaughter slept peacefully, leaning her head against Raine’s.

“… You’re right this is amazing.”

She already knew that this child would have the two best mothers she could ask for. And she knew that her entire family, including her furry uncle, three grandmothers, and one grandparent, and their twin uncle and aunt would do their damn best to make sure this child had everything she needed.

Smiling, Eda reached down to brush over the baby’s cheek and pulled Raine closer.

Maternal feelings or not, this was amazing.

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your-average-weeb-dealer · 3 years

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New school,project,✨StReSs✨rn all I need is writing from my favorite writer, you^^. May I request a female hashira reader who recently went on a mission and after returning allowed the right side of her bangs to grow long enough to cover her right eye and doesn't let anyone see under her hair now. The reason is on the mission she tried to save a young girl but when the girl grabbed her sleeve her foot turned allowing the demon to leave a deep brutal cut on her right eye. Readerxpillar Thank you!

ACk- *clearly cannot take the compliment* I- I'm, thank you!! ,, I did most of the hashiras,, (if I didn't do one it was because I don't know their personality well enough to write their character properly), I hope you don't mind!

{Giyuu Tomioka}

Giyuu always knew you were brave, he always admired that about you. When you came home with bangs over your eyes and a tired expression he thought nothing of it- he just assumed the mission went poorly and you were grieving. But when he found out the whole story, his respect grew for you ten fold- though, he does reprimand you for not telling him sooner.

{Shinobu Kocho}

Shinobu is a smart woman, she figured out what happened fairly soon, you probably had to visit her in the butterfly mansion to get ointment. She was amazed by your courage- she never would've imagined she'd work so closely to someone who'd do that for someone else. If you guys ever started dating, she'd kiss part of the scar and call you "my brave s/o".

{Sanemi Shinazugawa}

Senemi wouldn't have much reaction to seeing your new haircut- he'd be a little confused, but more or less admit. After you told him your story however, he was extremely proud of your fearlessness. He'd honestly have no opinion about your scar- he'd probably compare it to his.

{Mitsuri Kanroji}

You were always the person Mitsuri admired most, always complimenting you in her head. Before she found out what happened she kept telling herself how hot you looked with your new haircut. When she did find out- it'd be exactly like when she heard about Tanjiro protecting his sister. She wouldn't go overboard with complements, but she definitely loves how noble you are.

{Muichiro Tokito}

Muichiro probably forgot what your hair looked like before you left, so it didn't make a difference to him. When he saw your scar he was probably like "oh, did you always have that?" dreamy baby™ is forgetful sorry . When you told him what happened, he was shocked- why would you risk your beautiful face for a child. He didn't say that of course, he still thinks you're beautiful- but, why?

{Kyojuro Rengoku} I know he's dead but I love him

Kyo knew what a strong person you were, he loved that about you. He often said that you were his idol and that he aspired to be as brave as you- protecting a little girl at the cost of your precious face? What an act of nobility! He greatly prides himself in calling you his coworker.

#I just saw someone repost a fic of mine on wattpad without crediting me #it pissed me off #giyu x reader #giyuu x reader #shinobu x reader #sanemi x reader #mitsuri x reader #muichiro x reader #kyojuro x reader #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n

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Invisible String - PART 1

A/N: Hello, hello! Here we have the start of a new project. I am really excited about this story and you will eventually meet some of my very favorite OCs. Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this little intro to the String Universe. Please let me know thoughts, feelings etc., and if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters :)

212.555.7283

You double checked the phone number before sending out anything. A nice looking gentleman had bought you a drink earlier that night. You’d talked for a couple hours and he gave you his number on a bar napkin before giving you a small kiss goodnight. Now, you were back home and had a slight buzz coursing through your veins. You were feeling a little frisky and decided to be bold and send the first text against the advice of all your girlfriends.

Y: Hey you ;)

Across town, Logan was laying in bed after a long day of traveling back to New York. He had just flipped on the TV for background noise and started changing out of his suit when he felt a buzz in his pocket. It was late for someone to be texting him, but it also likely meant it was one of NYC flings. and he could stand to decompress after a long flight. When he checked the notification, he noticed it was a number he didn’t have saved- not normal for him. The text was flirty enough, so he rolled with it, assuming it was someone he knew after all.

L: Hey there. What are you up to?

The response came quickly and you bit down on your bottom lip, hoping he was thinking the same things you were.

Y: Not much, keep thinking about how we left things

Logan didn’t tend to leave things on the best terms, to say the least. He may or may not have had a history of accidentally breaking hearts when whatever poor, delusional guy or girl thought they’d be the one to finally tie down Logan Delos. They were often disappointed. He started to question who he was talking to, but wasn’t totally ready to give up and admit defeat.

L: Me too. Any chance I could see you rn? I’d love to see that face :)

Smooth. Logan smirked at his phone with that one, very proud of his clever way to determine who he was talking to without admitting he didn’t save their number.

You thought for a moment and suddenly felt a little brave. You shed the top you were wearing and snapped a selfie in your bra and your attempt at a seductive face; he was cute and you guys seemed to hit it off, after all. Throwing caution to the wind, you hit send and waited for his reaction.

The phone in Logan’s hand buzzed once again and he looked down to see the preview, his eyes shooting open wide. He fumbled to open his text messages and looked at the full picture. ‘Fuck’ he muttered under his breath; you were beautiful in every way to him.

L: I have to tell you something

L: I think you sent this to the wrong person. I know I’d remember a face like that.

Your heart stopped. There was no way. You checked the number again and sure enough, you had fat fingered a digit and just sent a sexy picture to a complete stranger. You flopped face down on your bed and groaned. The phone buzzed again.

L: I know you’re probably panicking right now but you just made my night

Y: Yeah well I’m glad. Now delete it

L: I promise it’ll stay between you and me. But damn

Y: Thanks I guess?

Y: Who is this anyways since you’ve all but seen my tits now

L: Logan. And they’re absolutely lovely

L: Would not object to seeing even more of them

Who the fuck did this dude think he was?

Y: Mmm…no. But I feel like it’s only fair I see who I’m talking to

L: ALL of me or just the face?

L: ;)

Y: Just your face sick ass

You rolled your eyes at this arrogant man on the other end as you got another notification. He sent over a picture of himself laying in bed, shirt off and smug smirk on his face. He was breathtaking, his dark eyes somehow pouring into yours even though he wasn’t even there. His chocolate hair was messy, but still pushed back off his forehead and his sharp jaw was peppered with a short beard. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself or to him, but you were already much more attracted to him than the bar boy.

Y: Wow

L: Wow good or wow bad?

L: Don’t bruise my ego

Y: Wow good. Nice to meet you Logan

L: The pleasure is all mine

Y: Did you pose like that just for me or is that really what you’re doing?

L: Just got home from a long trip and got into bed. It’s a big bed tho and I could stand to have some company…

Y: Nice try

L: Can you blame me?

He was smooth, you’d give him that much. It was very uncommon for a man to be so straightforward with you, and honestly, it was a bit refreshing. You wagered that with a face like his, he didn’t have many reservations about just going for what he wanted, knowing the odds were absolutely in his favor.

Y: Smh. And how do you know we’re even in the same city anyways?

L: I suppose I don’t

L: Where are you darling?

Y: NYC

L: Well aren’t I just the luckiest man in the world! You happen to be exactly where I am

L: This might be presumptuous but could I take you out some time?

You stared at the screen for a moment. Were you really considering saying yes right now? Of all the foolish things you’d done over the course of your life, this somehow felt like the most foolish. But Logan was so handsome and unusually charming; it was becoming very hard to think of reasons to say no.

Y: I might let you, yeah

Y: Text me in the morning when I’m not as buzzed

L: But night time texts are so much fun ;)

Y: Goodnight Logan!!

L: Sweet dreams

Logan grinned, satisfied with himself, as he locked his phone and set it on his nightstand. He wasn’t lying earlier about his bed being big and right now, it felt a hell of a lot colder than usual. He typically didn’t mind having it to himself after a long work trip, but something wasn’t sitting quite right with him. Logan rolled onto his side, facing the void filled only with a black duvet. This was a new feeling creeping over him and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

——-

The next day, you sat at work, sketching a design for a client you had later in the week. Red Baron Ink sat right on the border of Chelsea and the West Village and you had started calling it home a few years ago after leaving a toxic shop closer to Times Square. You loved your clients dearly and most gave you the creative freedom you craved. You had just finished a line on the lighthouse you were designing when your phone buzzed violently against the drawing table, snapping you out of the trance you had seemingly entered. When you looked down, you saw a name on your screen that made you smile involuntarily.

L: So I was thinking about getting drinks at Bar Pleiades tonight after work. Can I talk you into accompanying me?

You had never heard of the bar before, so you went straight to Google only to see two of the things you dreaded most- Upper East Side and four dollar signs as it related to price.

Y: Idk where you think I live or what I make, but that’s way out of my budget lol

L: I didn’t ask that. I asked if you’d join me.

Y: And I’m telling you there’s no way I can let you foot the bill for that

L: Cmon let me take you out. It’s my treat. Please?

The idea of letting this virtual stranger take you to some bougie spot and drop hundreds on a couple stupid drinks didn’t sit well with your soul. On the other hand, you were very curious about meeting Logan in person and seeing if he was at all like the version of him you had constructed in your head.

Y: Fine you win

Y: But I owe you one

L: Ah already planning our second date, are we?

This was a date?!

Y: Not if you keep it up!

L: :(

Y: What time?

L: Meet me there around 8

Y: I’ll see you then

L: This is going to be the longest afternoon ever ugh

Y: Lol I’m sure you’ll live

L: Maybe. But I don’t see myself focusing on any of the meetings I have this afternoon when I have you to daydream about

Y: You flatter me

L: You like it

The smile on your lips threatened to split your face in two. He was a schmoozer, but damn, it felt kind of nice to have someone this excited to see you. It wasn’t that you were intentionally single. It was just that now as you got older, you found yourself settling less and thinking more about who had the counterpart to the sparrow on the back of your neck.

“Alright, who is it?” Michael was leaning across the counter from you, one eyebrow arched. He had started at the tattoo shop as an apprentice only a month or so after you started working there. Michael quickly became one of your best friends and over the last 3 years, he’d proven himself to be funny, loyal, and talented.

“Who is what?”

“You’re smiling like a dumbass. So, who’d you meet?”

You put the stylus down and leaned back in your seat, mentally appraising how much you wanted to tell him. “Well, we kinda haven’t met yet exactly?” your voice lifting at the end of your sentence. At this, Michael perched on the stool in front of him, making himself comfortable. “It’s a long story.” Ok, maybe not exactly a long story, but a kind of embarrassing one.

“My next client isn’t for another 45 minutes. I got time,” he said with a shit eating grin.

You sighed before launching into the whole sordid tale. “I went to Strangelove last night.”

“As one does.”

“As one does,” you agreed. “And I met this dude. He was pretty cute or whatever and I was a little tipsy and flirty. So, we exchanged phone numbers and he gave me a kiss goodnight before I went home. For some reason when I got home, I thought it’d be a really good idea to text him and send a like, semi-topless pic?” You cringed even as you said the words aloud. Michael looked like he was ready to shake you, anxious for you to get to the juicy part of the story. “I hit send and the number I sent my titty pic to texts me back that I had the wrong number.” Your face was in your hands at that part so you could avoid seeing the grin that spread over Michael’s face.

“No fucking way!” he laughed loudly. “Ok, then what happened?”

“We talked for a minute. He sent me a picture of himself...not like that!” you quickly cut in, seeing the question in Michael’s eyes. “And oh my god. Fuck, dude, he was so hot.”

“Sharing is caring,” he sang, nodding at your phone. You pulled up the messages with Logan and tapped on the picture he sent, pushing your phone across the counter. Michael’s face turned from smug amusement to disbelief in the blink of an eye. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You shook your head. “I mean, damn.”

“I’m going to tell Juan you said that,” you smirked.

“You wouldn’t.”

You just shrugged noncommittally. “I might.”

“You are such a brat,” Michael huffed. Michael was lucky enough to find his soulmate, Juan, early in life. When Juan was barely 18, he had quite literally showed up on Michael’s doorstep, asking if he could borrow his phone as his car had broken down. Michael took one look at him and knew immediately that this tiny, Latino boy had his twin tattoo. Ten years later, the two were inseparable and disgustingly adorable with the intensity at which they loved each other. A small part of you envied how quickly they’d found their soulmates. Dating was fun and you’d had plenty of guys and girls to learn and grow with, but you couldn’t help the feeling that something was always missing. In your quietest moments, you were convinced that no one had the other half of your tattoo. It wasn’t impossible- there were plenty of unmatched marks just as there were plenty of unmarked people.

“How do you know he’s not a catfish anyways? No one is this hot.”

“Guess I’ll find out tonight…” you muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“I may have told him he could take me out for a drink tonight. That’s what I was smiling about when you so rudely interrupted me.” You took your phone back and tucked it into your pocket.

“You better have your pepper spray on you and have me on speed dial the whole time,” Michael warned. It was sweet, the way he worried about you. But you’d been in the city a long time and had a few tricks of your own to fend off strange men.

“I promise to text you the second anything gets weird. Now, show me what you have drawn up for your next client,” you said with a smile.

#logan delos #logan #logan delos x reader #logan westworld #ben barnes #westworld #westworld au #logan delos x you #logan delos fanfic #westworld fic #ben barnes character #invisible string #masterlist

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sm-baby · 3 years

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Hearts Basket

Yeah I said before that I was gonna write concepts instead of drawing them, because I will have a mental break down trying to make a comic that big. I am writing fanfiction, I am reaching peak 13 yr old girl rn mom would be so proud..

I barely edited this, but I needed to get an idea out of my head or I will actually shrivel up like spaghetti

This is horrible and I love it. I do not take criticism, I will eat ur lungs and cry

💕🤍~~~~~ 【Ok here we go】 ~~~~~🤍💕

It was noon outside the regular spruce cabin. One close enough to have very few steps towards the village, but not close enough to be part of it. Alex and Steve had made themselves known there. They've been considered heroes time and time again and were likely the villagers' favorite people.

They were not home that particular day, though. Instead, they left their house-sitting to their dearest, eldritch, friend.

Of course, the two of them went on a date today of all days. It was Hearts day for Pete's sake... The three of them personally have never heard of it. They learned it from the villagers. It was a day in which they spend it with a romantic interest, or friends, or family, or whatever. Herobrine wasn't one to care. He was just happy that he got to spend the day by himself now that the house was empty.

Hero was sat at a floor table in his room. Setting up a kit of tools that included shears varying in different sizes. And on the table? A healthy bush. Ready to be stripped off its leaves to make a much more majestic shape. Or at least, a shape that our friend felt like making.

Hero picked up the hobby as he found it relaxing whenever he did it. He first found this out when he was angry and ravaged an entire forest from its twigs and leaves. Of course, the Ex-God learned to use the hobby in a much more calm matter, but sometimes he finds himself caught in the snipping that he ends up shaving the whole bush.

This does not stop him from leaf genocide every once in a while.

Just when he was ready to snip off a couple of leaves, he heard a knock at the door. A rather brash and frantic one, but he knew it wasn't a panicky one. He knew very well what those sound like. It still threw him off guard, however. He did not want a visitor today when he'd much rather spend it on his own. He groaned, putting down his shears and hands onto the table.

"Aleeeex, Steeeve! Doooor!" Hero yelled. The visitor knocked once again, caused him to call out to the two blockheads once more. Although, the lack of response had him remembering what day it was today. Perhaps the sweet silence of the house made him lose track of...everything, for a few minutes.The knock comes back once more. He groaned and stood up from the warm position of his chabudai.

"What! What do you want!" he exclaimed as soon as he opened the door.

"Oh!" She hummed. "You must be the infamous Hero in the village!"

What stood in front of him was a Villager. Rather lady-like and is much short compared to a Villager's average height. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect such...loud... knocks to come from such a. Person.

He noticed that she had a rather large basket around her arm. It was filled with gift bags and, as he'd assume, chocolates. He was impressed. He knew that Alex and Steve were loved but that was just getting ridiculous.

"I-- came to deliver you these."

"Nah, you got the wrong person." Hero rubbed his eyes "Steve is out on an adventure today. Both he and Alex are. i'm just his weird brother."

She took a moment to respond and tilted her head. "I know."

The cryptid paused mid-eye rub. He hasn't fully processed what she had said. But he knew it was out of the ordinary. He put his hand down and looked back at her.

"Wh..." he gave her a look, eyes squinted. Puzzled. "Say that again?".

"I know? As I said, You are the infamous Hero in the village, aren't you?" The villager chuckled, confused. "The village pitched in, and a lot of us decided to-- well... we noticed that you were sort of having trouble so we wanted to show you support. And.." She pulled the basket from her arm and presented it to him.

"You- I- let me get this straight. Some of these," he pointed "are for me."

"No, No, No. You misunderstood! All of these are for you."

By the name of Notch, if Herobrine wasn't confused then, he must be now! His little cryptid brain is barely processing the information in his head. He was not expecting anything to happen today.

The Lady villager noticed the look on his face, she backed up a little. She looked almost concerned.

"Oh god. is this overwhelming you?"

"YEAH, A LITTLE BIT!" he exhaled, almost like he was holding his breath until she asked. His voice was frantic. But not in a bad way. He sounded confused. Almost flushed. But confused! He doesn't know how to handle such a weird situation!

"Are these--- do you want these back?? Do I have to pay for them???"

"Hell no! You don't owe us a single ingot!" The Lady reassured. "These gifts are for you and you alone. Whatever you choose to do with them is your decision." Although his face still looked terrified, she can tell that it was just at least a little bit calmer. She thinks. it was kind of hard to read someone with no eyes.

The villager turned to leave but quickly stopped in her tracks. "Oh! Sorry I was too busy collecting these that I forgot to put in my own! Let me just.." She slipped out a box from under her sleeve and added it at the top of the pile. "Well, well, then..! I'll see you around! hopefully these will make do" She turned and started walking off. Waving in a less than graceful manner. "Have a lovely heart's day!" He didn't know how to react. He just blinked and watched The Villager walk off. Once she was far enough he went back in and closed the door.

"H...Alright. Thanks. I--Appreciate it. Tell the others that I'm grateful or something. I don't know, make me sound not stupid."

"I'll try my best, good sir."

The villager passed it on to him. It was pleasantly light, but he found himself getting a little more flushed now that he has it in his hands. He can't help but stare at it.

Looking down at the basket, he leaned his back on the spruce. Hand on his head, where does he even begin to process all of this weird show of support. A lot of it was a bunch of gifts. Either letters, chocolates, and simple presents. Attached were name tags of people he hadn't known, so as he'd assume they must be names of the villagers who sent them. He felt his face scrunch up, absolutely disgusted about the fact that he could feel himself getting flustered. Gross.

He turned to the box on top of the pile. It was that lady villager's gift which she'd forgotten to add on. He tilted his head and squinted his eyes. It was presumably a box of chocolates. Attached was a little letter with a name tag on the side.

"Shermy."

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