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viaoverthemoon · 1 year ago

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Neighbors

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

I said I would do requests and requests you all shall get!

This one was suggested by my bsf <3 He messaged me when I complained about having no requests and offered this idea! Shout out to bestie!

Summary: You're new in the neighborhood and Leon takes quite a liking to you <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, taunting/mocking, hair pulling (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Omg, if there are any mistakes, pls don't make fun of me. I just got new nails and it's a little hard to type on my laptop ;-;

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Read at your own risk!!

Enjoy! <3

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You throw the final box into the pile, wiping the sweat off your brow.

The process of moving into your new home has been a long one, but also a necessary one.

The hot sun beams down on your skin, sweat dripping from every crevice. Your muscles are weak and ache for rest. You turn around and look at your new home, a sense of pride coursing through your veins at the fact that you'd managed to complete everything on your own.

You're so deep in your feeling of accomplishment, that your hardly notice the sound of footsteps approaching you.

"Hey!" The sound of a yell catches you off guard, your shoulders jump and you turn around.

You're met with arguably the best eye-candy you've ever laid eyes on. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Perfectly framed face and a soft jaw. Kind eyes with a hint of mystery behind them, and those arms were something out of a mafia film. You wanted to take a bite out of them...

You realize your gaze had been wandering longer than society would deem friendly.

You feel your cheeks heat up and shake your head to rid of your less than neighborly thoughts.

"Hi! Sorry about that. I was really in my head I guess."

He looks at you, sheepishly smiling. "No, it was my bad, sweetheart. I didn't mean to startle you," He steps closer and offers his hand for you to shake while trying not to stare at your tits through the transparent shirt. "You must've just moved in. I live next to you. Names Leon Kennedy."

You shake his hand and tell him your name, trying to ignore the increase of your heart rate at the pet name. His smile remains through your interaction. He asks about your interests, your family, your life. And you do the same. You don't get many answers, but regardless, after a few minutes, you both feel rather close to one another.

Leon offers you dinner over at his place another day, which is an offer you can't and won't refuse.

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The day finally came.

You dress in a simple sundress, bringing a bowl of cookies with you as a gift.

Leon answers the door with a bright smile, welcoming you inside of his home.

His home is hardly decorated, but somehow still feels home-y. He explains that his job causes for him to leave on constant business trips, so he never really had time to decorate.

There's a type of tension in the room. It doesn't have a name, or a describable feeling, but it makes the room feel small. Causes the both of you to feel hot. Your conversations are relaxed, but seem to have some kind of unspoken meaning behind each joke.

At one point, you needed a break from the inexplicable heat.

You ask Leon if you can get something to drink from his kitchen. He, of course, says yes and leads you there, pointing to the cabinet that holds the glass cups.

Only, when you stand on your tip-toes to grab a glass, Leon's large physique is suddenly pressed against your back.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, and a small gasp leaves your lips as his lips skim along your ear.

He has you trapped against him, his arms gripping the counter on each side of your waist. You slowly sink back down onto your heels, grabbing the counter as well for support when your legs begin to feel like jelly. "Leon... What are you doing?"

His hands move away from the counter, fingers slowly tracing from your hip to your waist, where it rests as he whispers into your ear.

"I think we can both feel this... feeling between us... So why don't we stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase, sweetheart?"

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Everything seems to be a blur after that.

You only remember Leon's lips on yours, hands wandering and fondling anything he could get his hands on. He'd littered you with hickeys and bruises, slipping off your panties and throwing them off to who knows where.

And now, you lay bent over the arm of his couch, sundress shifted upward over your ass and Leon brutally pounding into you.

Your moans are muffled by the soft cushions of his couch, your hands gripping the fabric for dear life. Your legs have completely given up on you, lying limp and only moving to jerk every time Leon's hips hit yours.

Your hands grip the couch tighter and your pussy clenches around him as you whine out muffled praise.

The sound of skin slapping skin is borderline pornographic, the wet squelching sound only making the atmosphere so much hotter.

Leon grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you up and pressing you back flush against his chest. "What was that, sweetheart? I didn't hear you.."

A loud whimper escapes your lips, your nails scratching the arm of the couch. "Said- Said it feels good! It feels so good, Leon!"

He laughs and you moan when he manages to hit somewhere deep inside of you. "Yeah? Feels really good, huh?" He growls and thrusts into you at a faster pace. You cry out, your legs going numb. And you would've fallen flat on your face if not for Leon's hands that grab your hips.

"Mhm! Yes!" Leon groans as your moans get higher and higher, your toes curling as he try's a new angle, this one causing him to hit that sweet spot that makes you go crazy.

A desperate sob mixed with a cry tears its way out of you. "Right there! Ah! Yes-!"

You writhe in his grip, your orgasm quickly approaching. He runs his hands over the sides of your body, gripping so hard you know you'll have bruises in the morning.

His thrusts get sloppy and erratic as he begins to grunt and growl in effort. "So pretty... You gonna cum baby? You gettin' close?"

He mocks you- actually mocks you. His words come out as though he's cooing at you, taunting you. Even though you feel like you should be offended by his tone, instead you feel even more aroused by it.

Your back arches and short, pitiful gasps leave you. "Fuck- Yes! 'm gonna c-cum, Leon! Gonna cum jus' for you-!"

You hardly finish the sentence before your release forces itself out of you. You cry out, electricity flashing though your veins, as your orgasm seeps all over Leon's dick. He somehow cums at the same time as you, heaving a deep and shameless moan.

The both of you take a moment coming down from the high, mouths hung agape, breathing shallow, and covered in sweat.

Leon finally pulls out of you, watching your body twitch while his seed leaks out of you. He glances at your face, seeing your blissed out expression. An amused smirk sits on his lips when you turn to look at him. You want to say something snappy, but your lungs haven't fully recovered. So, you settle for just flicking him off, muttering a small, 'fuck off'.

I think its safe to say, you would be seeing your new neighbor a lot more often... <3

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Omgg This took forever!! Finishing writing and proofreading at 3:20am aND I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE 2PM!!!!

Anywaysss, Hope y'all enjoyed!! <3

Requests are open!! <3

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look-at-the-soul · 6 months ago

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A night at Delux

Modern Tommy Shelby

Master list

Author’s notes: This story is for you, in no particular order @zablife @runnning-outof-time @red-riding-wood @teenwolf-theoriginals @justrainandcoffee @brummiereader I’ve had the main idea in my mind for weeks after driving past a luxury restaurant daily, I think it’d still haunt me if I didn’t write this one down lol… anyways I decided to a few names of lovely mutuals. This is a small nod to you all for the amazing work you do and in an attempt to cheer you up or anyone who might need it at the moment. If for whatever reason you feel down, without inspiration, worried, or anything else, know that it will pass. This particular moment that feels like too much won’t last forever ✨I just hope/wish you get what you are looking for. And to anyone else going through anything hard right now, this is for you too!

Ps. Don’t panic the fandom isn’t falling down, I just felt the need to dedicate this story to lovely mutuals to spoil and cheer them up a bit 🤗

Last but not least, extra 🌟 to @blondie-22 for creating this gorgeous moodboard!! 💖

Word count: 3,245

Friday night had been quiet compared to today, it seems like everyone decided to go out on Saturday and go to that club, as if there wasn’t enough options in the city.

Y/N swallowed hard feeling worried, this was her second weekend working at the club and she wanted to give a good first impression and save as much money as possible.

Her other job as secretary paid for the rent and services, but she needed to have this second one on the weekends to support her grandmother and her medicines.

As the hostess, she was requested to wear a total black outfit, so she thought her little black dress was the right choice, it was fitting for her shape, it wasn’t too revealing or short and one of the girls, Red had suggested spraying some lidocaine on her feet to be able to stand all night in those heels. She quickly adapted well to the group of girls that worked there, they were all so nice to her and welcoming.

“Ready? I’ve an amazing list prepared.” Lee, one of the girls walked past her, ready to take her place at the DJ booth.

“Last week was hectic, I’ve a feeling this will be crazier.” Y/N expressed fiddling with the guest list for the night.

“Here, drink this.” Brummie, another of the girls came closer placing a glass next to Y/N. After a week, Y/N learned the reason for that nickname was her strong Brummie accent even after all the years she left the place.

“Go easy on the drinks, she makes them strong.” K chuckled. She was the first one to welcome Y/N into their little girls-gang as they called themselves. The only ladies working in a place owned by men.

“Doors opening in ten.” The manager advised, taking one more look at the place, waiters were ready. “Make tonight a good night everybody.”

Lee started playing the music then, experimenting with some new beats, she mixed a couple of the new hits. Lights down, Y/N took a deep breath, approaching the door.

“They better leave good tips tonight.” Red raised her eyebrows. She was in charge of promos, she was great at convincing people to order another round of shots, or if it was ladies night and they got 2x1 on special drinks.

“We’re in your hands Red.”

“I’ll do my best ladies.” She replied through the device they shared to communicate.

“Alright, it’s about time.” Y/N rolled her neck. “Lee, we’ve a party of six tonight, celebrating a bachelorette, could you include some anthems?”

“Absolutely darl.” Lee then turned up the volume of the music.

“If someone sees that baker, let me know?” Rose appeared then at the bar, she had been hiding in the office, she was in charge of detecting any potential trouble from the monitors.

“Sweetheart, everyone knows he’s not a baker.” Lee informed her, talking about Alfie.

“I haven’t seen him, so I wouldn’t know.” Y/N called from her place.

“Oh he’s just the most handsome man ever.” Rose swooned.

Y/N chuckled, the club would be the last place where she’d find love, she just knew that. Walking towards the door, the guard opened it for her.

She started searching for the name she was given in the guest list. A group of girls wearing exaggerated make up and deep cleavage plus the shortest skirts or dresses where the firsts ones to make it in. She was totally against it, but it was an unwritten rule to let people in, the more skin, the better.

But she wasn’t there to judge anyone, let the girls dress as they preferred, in the end she wasn’t the one getting wasted and dragged in the end of the night to throw up outside. She was there just for the money. Another table was filled by three men, they were older and dressed in button shirts with ripped jeans, as if it was an uniform for them.

Y/N thought how it was funny to try to guess their backgrounds, where they came from and with whom they might leave the club. She was just trying to make the time pass faster.

In no time, the club was packed, but outside there was still a bunch of people trying to make it.

People tried to give Y/N money to get in, some were even rude to her but the guards took charge into the matter and invited them to leave.

“I made a reservation, could you check again?” The young guy requested politely.

Y/N started reading the names again, but by the corner of her eye, she caught someone skipping the line. “Ah, excuse me? Sir?”

The man who was already by the door, turned around slowly, opening the zipper of his jacket. His death stare made Y/N feel a shiver running down her back.

“There’s a line you’ve to make and wait.” Three more men arrived and stared at her with amused expressions. “Name?”

The man blinked and rolled his tongue over his lower lip. “Shelby. But you won’t find my name there, love.” Y/N saw him stopping the three other men with his hand.

“Then you’ll have to wait in the queue.”

For an instant, his expression was so transparent and Y/N knew he was offended.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just following orders.” She apologized and shuddered under his intense blue irises.

“Oi!” One of them, the one with a mustache tried to step closer.

“Arthur, leave it, we’re going to follow this lovely lady’s order and wait.” He then turned to face her again. “Accept a sincere apology for trying to get in.” He then winked.

The well dressed men followed his instructions and stepped back. Then she focused on the next people on the guest list, guiding them inside.

Barely a minute went by when Lucas, the manager grabbed her by the arm, dragging her inside in a blunt movement that made her go alert.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Lucas snapped, spit flying from his mouth. “You left the Shelby brothers outside! The fucking owners of this place.”

Just as Lucas was explaining Y/N her mistake , Tommy walked behind her, with his brothers following his steps.

“That was a first Tommy.” John grinned. “The first woman who doesn’t let you walk in as the owner of the place, and you did nothing.��

John was definitely having fun at Tommy’s expense. Arthur couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, but he tried to hide it behind his hand.

“Yeah, yeah she was only doing her job.” Tommy tried to excuse the hostess.

There was something that took him by surprise and startled him.

“And you walked back to the queue like a dog with the tail between the legs.” John went off again.

Tommy dragged his eyes across the club, he needed to know more about her. So he walked towards the bar.

“The usual Mr. Shelby?” Brummie asked her boss from behind the bar, he always waited to be served at his table.

Slowly, he posed his eyes on her, considering his options. “Please.” He replied then, clearing his throat.

“Here you go, I’ll take the other drinks up in a second.”

“Thank you.” With a nod, he turned his back at her and slowly strolled across the club. Although he had security, he always checked his surroundings.

After a while, he found the manager. “Lucas, come here.” Patting him on the back, Tommy asked him about the hostess, she was just passing by in that very moment, but Tommy noticed the quick glance she threw at him.

“Again, I’m sorry it happened Mr. Shelby, she’s new but it won’t repeat.”

“No problem.” He added calmly. “What do you know about her?”

Lucas shook his head, he didn’t care about the staff personal life. “Not much, but I’ll investigate her.”

In that moment, Tommy’s eyes found her, arms linked with the girl in charge of the checking the credit cards records.

“Damn it, I made a huge mistake, I’m so so done.” Y/N cried in a low voice. Worry written all over her face.

“What did you do?” Rose squeezed her shoulder.

“I didn’t know it was him.” She babbled. “I asked Mr. Shelby and his brothers to wait in line for their turn to get a fucking table.” Y/N explained over the music.

Rose stared at her for a split second and then bursted into an incontrolable laugh. “No you didn’t!”

“I did Rose! I did… and now he’s going to fire me.”

But she kept laughing. Trying to take a deep breath she sent their chat group a message urging the other girls to meet in the back.

You’re not gonna believe what Y/N did, she’s a hero! - she announced proudly.

“I can’t imagine the face he put on, must’ve gone like a stone.” Rose pinched her arm playfully.

Lee programmed a couple of songs to play automatically, Brummie left the bartender in charge while she claimed a quick bathroom trip. Red rushed the guys on the table to pay her for their drinks and tip.

As the group gathered in the back, they we waiting eager to hear what had happened.

“Our newest friend here, made the boss wait in line to get a table.” Rose announced ceremonially, pointing at Y/N.

She wasn’t trying to make fun of her, just trying to have a moment to relax.

Y/N groaned mortified, she kept shaking her head. Overthinking of what would happen.

“Nice way to get the Shelby’s attention.” Red pointed at Y/N with a smile, enjoying the teasing.

“Can we ask for the CCTV footage?” K asked. “I want to see him in the line.”

“I was looking for you,” Isiah one of the blinders appeared suddenly, “ladies how are you doing? Y/N… Mr. Shelby wants to see you.”

A chorus of ohhh’s from the girls filled the space.

Then, the girls started cheering on her.

“There she goes.” K sighed.

“Do you think she’s in trouble?” Lee looked around the group.

“Well it depends…” Red crossed her arms. “Hopefully he’s in a good mood.”

“I doubt it to be honest.” Rose raised an eyebrow skeptically. “But maybe she knows how to tame the beast.”

“Oh oh, if there’s group meeting it means something happened?” Mia joined the girls, she asked permission to arrive later that day. She had some personal affair to attend.

K placed her hands on Mia’s shoulders. “You just missed the fun, but I’ll make a short version while we prepare some drinks.” They were both in charge of the bar.

“Last time we had an urgent meeting, Michael got arrested.” Mia remembered with a chuckle.

“Oh, this is better than that.” Red assured before going back to the crowded tables.

As Y/N followed Isiah, her heart was pounding, grabbing her phone she texted her friend, Heidi.

I think I messed up, BIG.

A quick answer appeared on her screen, in the background a themed photo illuminated the phone, beautiful shades of green reminded her of nature and hope, it was made by a really talented friend.

What happened?! Are you OK?

Yeah. No… I confused the owner of the club and asked him to wait outside and make the line!

Her phone buzzed again.

No way! Tell me how it goes.

If I don’t reply back he probably let me blind. Carries a peaky cap with a razor blade.

Y/N took a deep breath and checked her phone again.

Don’t worry, I’m sure it will be fine. Her friend encouraged back.

She just prayed to not mess it up again and start babbling, arriving at the private area where the Shelby’s were she quickly tried to fix her short hair and bangs.

“Good evening,” her voice was shaking, her legs and her heart, everything! “I’d like to apologize for what happened earlier, I’m new and didn’t know any of you.”

Her eyes landed one more time on who seemed to be the leader, those icy eyes boring into the deepest part of her. His lips were pursed in a tight line.

“It’s okay, love. Don’t worry.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Yeah, now me brother wants to find a way to speed the line up.” One of them explained, blowing his smoke towards the ceiling.

“John.” The man with the blue eyes warned. “Nevertheless, I’ve to thank you for keeping the line in check.”

His deep accent and the way he dragged each word gave her chills.

“Thank you, well that’s my job.”

“Here drink this.” Another of them, the one with a mustache offered her a glass. “To a very good job!”

The two youngest were whispering something and staring back at the leader.

“It’s alright, really.” Tommy assured her after seeing the fear in her eyes.

“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The one he called John a moment ago suggested.

“Again I’m really sorry.”

“Y/N is it?” He rolled his tongue over his lips after saying her name. “It’s alright.”

“Just so you know, I’m John, so you don’t mistake me again.” He had a huge grin on his face. “This is Finn, Michael and Arthur.” He started pointing out at everybody. “And that’s Tommy.”

“I won’t forget your names.” She repeated them mentally. “Enjoy your night, I’ll bring you another round.”

Y/N excused herself and went back to work. He was wearing a simple white shirt with a jacket and black jeans, but somehow he made it look effortlessly good. She was trying to focus on the people in the guest list instead of those eyes that reminded her of the most beautiful sky.

She smiled at a couple that walked past her dancing to the beat of the music.

A table next to her exploded in shouts and claps as K and Mia arrived with their shots and sparklers.

From the second floor, Tommy was watching her every move, eyes following her everywhere, studying her moves and the way she approached clients.

Arthur waved his hand in front of Tommy’s eyes after he didn’t listened to what he said.

“Tom? What do you think?”

Finn nudged John’s arm, tilting his head towards Tommy.

Tommy took a long puff of his cigarette, pretending to be part of their conversation.

“Hmm?”

“Earth calling Tommy.” John teased. “He’s still waiting outside in the queue.”

Shooting John a death stare, he asked Arthur to repeat himself.

“Shall we call some women up?”

“Whatever.” He cleared his throat and stood up making his way through the club.

Talking to security, they informed him they kicked out a customer that got noisy and aggressive, but other than that, it was a quiet night. Everything seemed to be under control, the place was packed, everyone wanted to get in, live the experience and have the status only Delux could offer. He knew it was the best club in town, many club owners tried to copy his place, but they all failed, they tried to copy the details that made his club unique, it screamed luxury and good taste.

Eyeing Y/N across the club, Tommy decided to walk towards her, she was focused on the list before her eyes, swaying her hips to the beat of the music, pouting her lips murmuring the words… he could only imagine how would them feel against his, while his fingers tangled in her short hair.

Before he could reach her, she then turned her back at him to walk in the opposite direction, but abruptly, she changed her mind and turned around again, bumping into Tommy’s chest in the process.

“Mr. Shelby! I’m really sorry.” He could tell she was mortified, embarrassed.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Tommy reluctantly took a step back.

Y/N hoped her voice wouldn’t crack. “Do you need something?” Battling her lashes slowly at him. “Can I take you your drinks upstairs?”

He was startled by her overwhelming beauty, under some kind of spell by her voice and smile. It had been so long since he felt so captivated by someone… Shaking his head slowly to clear his mind, but she thought he was saying no to her.

Taking that as her cue to leave, Y/N started walking away. “Well if you need anything, let me know.”

“Actually I do.” Tommy managed to say, making Y/N turn to face him once more.

Everything happened in a blink, he grabbed her by her face and kissed Y/N, not able to resist the desire any longer. But when she answered the kiss with the same eagerness and placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull Tommy closer he lost it.

Guiding Y/N towards the wall, he trapped her between it and his body.

Kissing her hard, he tilted his head to the opposite side, relieved to feel her matching his desire. Feeling one of his hands, brushing down from her waist to her hip and then down her leg, she added some pressure on his shoulders.

“Someone can come.” Y/N warned him breathlessly, his lips barely away from hers, just what was really necessary for her to speak.

“I don’t fucking care, I own this place.” Tommy told her right before kissing her again with passion.

Squeezing the flesh of her thigh and he felt as if he had whiskey injected in his veins.

Y/N moved her head back slightly, that left Tommy with his mouth hanging open in an almost sensual kiss that had just slipped away from him. Opening his eyes after the failed mission, he found her bitting her lower lip playfully.

His blue irises darkened under the dim light.

“I really need get back to work or my boss might fire me.” Y/N explained before stealing one more quick peck on his lips and bending down to free herself from him, left Tommy leaning against the wall with his heart pumping so fast that it felt like he was having a heart attack.

He chuckled quietly at her statement.

Going back up, he stood looking down at the people at the club, his eyes scanning the place until he found that pretty little thing that with just one kiss, made him feel more than anyone else.

Feeling som eking of pressure on 5e back of her head, Y/N turned around and lifting her eyes, she found Tommy staring at her from the second floor. Raising his glass at her, he added a wink.

Y/N felt her cheeks blushing and smile quickly spread on her lips. Checking the clock, she walked towards the door it was about time to not let anyone else in.

“Your lipstick is smeared dear.” Mia pointed out.

“Damn it, really?” Worryingly she went back to the bar, to check her reflection on the mirror behind all the booze bottles.

As the girls started to ask her what had happened, she got another message on her phone.

Think you can send me back to the line twice and get away with it twice? Meet me in my office once you’re done. -Your boss.

She gasped. He oozed trouble from every angle, the one that won’t let you get up from bed after several rounds.

He was practically the bad boy your grandmother warned you about.

✨ thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed a little spiced story 🔥

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xiiideadroses · 11 months ago

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HAUNTED | Eyeless Jack x Ghost!OC

Her threat crawled back into his head as he returned from his outing, remembering her vain words. Entertain her?

[Chapter Two]

Eyeless Jack was unsure where he stood with Carrie or what she really thought of him, but he hated to think that she expected him to dance with bells in order to accomplish her task. He wouldn't clown himself like that, but he didn't know what she wanted. She didn't give him any tells, so he figured he would try and interact with her again. He figured that the worst that could come of that is she mocks him for trying, but she'd find his attempt entertaining at the very least.

He held his breath as he entered his room, opening the door and peering within cautiously, searching for her. He slowly shut it behind him, turning to take off his mask and hang it over the doorknob, when he felt a pair of eyes watching him.

He whipped around, and there she was, sitting at the foot of his bed with her legs crossed and her hands folded over her knees. She was wearing something different than he'd last seen her in, but it was still a ghoulish, vintage garb. She wore a big, white bow in her hair that looked like ears tying her long locks half-up, and complimenting it were the satin ribbons tying her corset in the front, accented with pearls on the boning. The sleeves of her dress hung off her shoulders, hugging her elbow and draping around her wrists, and her floor-length gown poofed up slightly from how she was sat, likely the work of an underskirt.

"Welcome back," she greeted, smiling sweetly and tipping her head to the side. "Have you thought about my request?"

"You mean entertain you?" He asked, and she giggled before nodding her head.

"Yes, exactly! Very good, EJ," Carrie sang, clapping her hands together twice. "Well, go on, then. Give it your best shot!"

The demon straightened his posture, hands balling into fists at his sides. Oh, she really did expect him to dance. He had some self-respect, at least, so he wasn't planning on doing that. Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to refrain from sounding annoyed as he asked, "What- what exactly do you expect me to do?"

"A king does not tell his jesters how to jest," she answered, a sly smirk forming on her lips. She snickered when Jack huffed in frustration, gritting his teeth and groaning.

He bit his tongue so he wouldn't argue with her, which seemed to make her laugh harder, and he kicked his shoes off. He ignored her, following his post-mission routine and placing his scalpel on the edge of his nightstand before he changed his hoodie, stepping into his closet briefly due to her presence.

She was already looking at him as he returned to her view, waiting as expectantly as he'd left her with her piercing grey eyes drilling into him. He felt uneasy under her stare, but she liked playing games with him, didn't she? The realization gave him an idea.

"Let's play twenty questions," he suggested, watching her reaction. She hummed curiously, implying him to go on like she didn't know what that meant, and he added, "It's just a game with two players. All you do is ask each other questions."

She frowned, muttering, "Is there a winner?"

"We win knowledge about each other?" He quickly replied, though he didn't seem confident that it would convince her. Much to his disbelief, she hummed, intrigued by his offer, and she nodded her head.

"Okay. I'll start the game, then," Carrie decided, and she swiftly rose to her feet. Her puffy gown swished around her legs as she stepped towards him, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him to his bed, patting the space next to her. "Why wear that mask? I already know what you look like, EJ. It's pointless in hiding your identity."

Although he was reluctant to let her guide him, he followed her, but he was quick to withdraw his wrist and pull away when he sat down next to her. Of course she'd ask that.

"Yeah, it's pointless in hiding my identity, but I like to wear it. I'm not used to others seeing me when it's off," he answered. She hummed like she accepted it, regardless of her disappointed sigh.

"So you won't take it off while I'm around, then?" She asked, and he shook his head, denying her request. "A pity. I thought you were cute."

He cluelessly blinked at her, his brows furrowing. He wasn't cute. He was intimidating, and scary, and a monster. She was weird, but when she continued, he understood what she meant.

"You know, it's real funny watching you get frustrated when you can't figure something out, or when you're doing something tedious. Like the other day, when you were--"

He interrupted her, shaking his head and leaning back: "Alright, alright, it's my turn, now. How long have you been haunting me, Carrie?"

She winced, like it was weird that he was addressing her, and he made a note of that. She likely wasn't used to hearing her name spoken.

"Oh, um... I don't know, actually," she thoughtfully murmured, idly tapping her forefinger against her knuckles as she tried to recall the answer. "Since last Halloween, at the longest."

He looked incredulous at the answer, muttering an audible, disbelieving "what" under his breath. He couldn't believe it had taken him so long to do something about this, but when he thought back on it, that was around the time things started moving and going missing, so he supposed it made sense.

"Yeah, you aren't very intuitive. Observant, but not intuitive," she chided. "That'll come with time, though. The more used to me you get, the more you'll see of me. It's very draining presenting physically for you."

"And I rue the day that comes," Jack scoffed, and she laughed again.

"Oh, you're funny! I know why I keep you around, now." Carrie swiped a tear from her eye, simultaneously brushing her overgrown curtain bangs out of her face.

"That's... that's great, Carrie," he flatly stated, pursing his lips in a tight-lipped smile beneath his mask. "It's your turn, by the way."

"Yes, yes. Ah -- so, who really are your friends, hm? I try to follow you around, but you don't really treat anyone differently. I can't tell who you like or hate, y'know?" She commented, shifting how she sat and crossing her legs the other way.

"Oh. Um, I have plenty of associates. I'm not sure if I could call them friends, but they're the only social life I can really have, given my situation," Jack told her, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. It was partially the truth, but most of it was that he really couldn't stand the majority of the other proxies in alliance with Slenderman.

He liked Jane, but she worked for Zalgo, so he couldn't see her in his right mind. He missed drinking with her, though. It was a shame their friendship ended.

Carrie didn't seem to believe him, but she didn't want to press him on the subject. Instead, she sighed, and nodded her head. "Ah, so I won't be able to expect any gossip from you, then. A shame -- I do know an ear who'd love to listen..." She trailed off, bringing one of her hands to her hair so she could twirl one of the long curls around her finger.

"That sucks for you, I guess," Jack said, but she quickly tutted, shaking her head and wagging her finger.

"Not me," she corrected.

"Oh, really? So, you have friends, then? Like who?" He boredly asked, crossing his arms and leaning back.

"Oh, no-one... just Kage. And lovely Janey, too," Carrie honestly replied, smiling as she mentioned the two of them. She didn't wait for his reaction before she giggled, fully twisting towards him and pointing at him accusingly. "Oh, she'd love to have a chat with you! You could've told her it'd be the last time before ditching her like that, y'know. Low blow, EJ."

Jack nodded his head slowly, forcing himself to accept what he was hearing as soon as he heard it. Well, isn't that lovely? He just got over cutting Jane off, and now her friend was in his life.

"I'll make a note of that, then. Anyways, it's my turn, so--"

He couldn't finish the question before she rapidly shushed him and shook her head, pressing her finger to her lips. He cursed and raised his hands in defeat, halting and waiting for her.

"No, you just took your turn, silly. You asked the same question I did," she argued, crossing her arms defiantly and indignantly looking up at him. "So it's my turn."

"What? Those aren't-"

"The rules you gave me?" She cut in, innocently blinking as he groaned, annoyed.

"Do you have to be so frustrating?" He sharply hissed, and she jumped back, raising into the air and twirling.

"Yes! It's part of my fun, you know," she laughed, twisting and dancing towards his mirror as she spoke. "I like to warm-up for my nightly duties with a little instigating, after all! It's a shame you returned so late, I would've loved to chat with you more, EJ."

"You're leaving?" He watched her prance towards the mirror and touch its surface, barely grazing it before the fabric rippled and slowly pulled her in. He watched her slip into its silvery surface, her reflection cast over the glass just long enough for him to see her wave. Her lips moved, but her words came at a delay.

"So you'd have it; I am needed at the palace," her voice echoed around his room as she shook her fingers, and then, she disappeared, walking out of view and presumably through the wall, seeing as she had left opposite the door to his room.

He was left not knowing how to feel, other than confused. He knew the encounter had given him more questions than answers, however, which hurt his head to think about. He had a long day, though, and he decided he could take his next step after taking a nap. At least he got a few potential leads.

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sparkstelly · 2 years ago

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this flower garden has conversations with the stars.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ welcome to astra’s universe, lovely flower~ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

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✧ it is important that we don’t take things too seriously; do relax and enjoy your stay.

✧ apart from civilized discussions, i will not accept nor tolerate other asks such as nsfw requests, invasive questions, vent asks and generally offensive behaviour.

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✧ all of your judgemental binoculars should be destroyed. stop looking, start seeing. just with your bare eyes. you’ll see we are all humans.

✧ as a young individual, i myself am not the wisest nor the most experienced. i am seeking a comforting environment where i can be myself around you, who too, are also being yourselves. please do not hesitate to give feedback for us all to grow.

✧ criticism, especially constructive, is greatly appreciated. any other offensive criticisms made purely by ill intentions will not be tolerated.

✧ asks are welcomed any time. should i get busy, i will post regular updates, not to worry.

❥ what can my asks be?

please know that within civilised boundaries, there should be no creative limits to what your asks can be! be it literature such as quotes or poems to hobbies ranging from movie dramas, art, sports, music, games, random tips, facts et cetera, i’d be delighted to hear from you.

my aim is making this blog into a safe place as well as a dream garden for anyone who would like to share their own thoughts and ideas, so let’s indulge ourselves!

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dimepdf · 2 years ago

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masterlist.��/ taglist. / any request? synopsis. you have Kiyoko and Tanaka to blame for your boyfriend Kenma's raging baby fever part one

pairing. dilf!kenma kozume x reader

word count. 1.2k

genre and warnings. domestic fluff, literally tooth rotting fluff, family fluff, established relationship, parenthood, family fluff, mentions of pregnancy, kenma with baby fever, tanaka and his devil daughter, suggestive ending, NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

"Ah, ah! No, spit it out, booger!" Tanaka demands, snatching his daughter Nami into his arms.

Taking the object she was chewing out of her hands after seeing her pick it up off the ground and place it in her mouth. The toddler writhes in his arms and even snarls as if she were a barbaric monster in resistance to being picked up.

After giving their episode a casual glance, Kiyoko went back to eating unbothered by her husband's and daughter's usual behavior. "And for that reason, Kenma, you shouldn't play zombie video games with a three-year-old."

When the toddler was last at Kenma's house, he let her stay up way past her bedtime so he and Harue could play a few rounds of their favorite first-person shooter game before bed.

Kenma stiffened guilty at the jab, realizing that he might have had some minor impact on the toddler's behavior from that time.

For Kenma, it had simply become normal for him to assume that all kids were like his son and had become desensitized to the violent video games they were playing together.

You replied, looking at Kiyoko and grinning, "I had to persuade this man that GTA wasn't a kid's game." Kenma visibly winced as he thought back to the lengthy conversation he had to have with Harue after the boy had been found in the virtual strip club receiving a lap dance.

"You're supposed to be on my side," he groaned, head leaning into your shoulder. Muttering under his breath about how at least Harue knew when to give a good tip.

It was the first week of spring, so it wasn't too hot to stay inside and whine about the air conditioning, and it wasn't too cold that you needed to put on a jacket to keep yourself from shivering.

You eagerly agreed when Kiyoko texted that you should leave the house for the day for a small hangout at the local park to get some fresh air (mostly so she wouldn't strangle Tanaka).

The boys need some much-needed sunshine, always glued to their screens inside, so you had to pry them away from their video games and drag them to the park in a bribe that you would spend the night the entire weekend and hang out with them.

Harue made use of his time at the park after taking Harue's away his switch and releasing him into the wild. You watched with a smile as he had already gathered a group of friends to run around with at the park.

Kenma was not so lucky at finding entertainment, not knowing how to make many conversations with Tanaka as the two men had drastically different hobbies outside of work.

So he did what he did best: glued himself to your side the entire time, watching the children play while remaining utterly silent and with a bored expression on his face, but it was clear that he was simply just lost in thought.

You choose to ignore him and shift your attention to Kiyoko, who was leaning against the picnic table holding a sizable red Tupperware bowl and a plastic fork. You had no idea what bizarre food combinations she was eating this morning.

She would often talk to you about the strange cravings she had developed after learning she had gotten pregnant.

To the point where you were almost starting to worry about the facetime calls, you would get from her scarfing down whatever she could grab in her kitchen or order from her phone.

"Hey lady, how are you feeling?"

She answers with a sigh."So fucking pregnant but mostly just hungry,"

"Well, you are eating for three now. Gotta feed those two little devil babies in ya." You light-heartedly tease.

Kiyoko hums, rubbing the front of her big belly. "Don’t speak badly of them too much, I'm convinced they smell fear."

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Once you've made it back to Kenma's penthouse, the rest of the day goes on as usual.

You took up your usual spot in the living room and made use of the 85-inch flat screen to catch up on a Netflix show you've decided to binge, the two boys immediately dispersed back to their respective rooms like addicts going back to playing their games.

It was a nice comforting moment alone that you would have until the boys got tired of staring at their computer screens and both scrambled into your personal space to watch the show without much complaint.

While Kenma occupied the other side of you and curled up in your chest, Harue was sprawled out against the couch, his head resting against your thigh. Both boys were the world's clingiest cuddle bugs, convinced they were the same person split into two.

After giving a small grunt and picking Harue up into his arms, Kenma shuffled his feet against the floor and left the room to tuck the child into the comfort of his bed. He returned, slouching back into his place, as you had to hold back your yawn letting him snuggle into you, his head resting against your chest.

He makes a humming sound that almost sounds like he has been holding back on speaking. Over the volume of the show, you hardly hear it. He finally hesitates before asking, "Have you ever thought about having a baby?"

Your brows had actually raised in surprise as you looked down at him after the question. You only needed to notice the slight gleam in his eyes to know everything.

Kenma considered wanting a second child, let alone having one with you. You gently answer back, "Oh, uh, I mean kinda," being careful not to answer wrongfully.

Kenma looks away from you while he plays with the sweatshirt's hem strings. "Kind of?" he repeats again in the hopes that you will clarify.

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't mind it," you sighed, losing all interest in the show. "It's just, I don't know, I prefer the whole tradition thing; getting married for love and then planting roots and starting a big family, you know."

"I could propose to you," Kenma admitted, his face glowing with excitement at the prospect of being married to you. "And then maybe you could move in. I’m sure Harue would love it—"

"Woah, Kenma, slow down," you interrupted, pushing away to give him enough space to sit up as you took his hand. "How about we just take it one step at a time, okay? First, I’ll move in, and then maybe much later we could have the marriage talk alright?"

Kenma smiles softly, interlacing your fingers with his as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckle. "Okay, sorry, of course, we can take it slow," he agrees with a nod.

"Also, do you realize how much harder it would be to have two kids running around?" you input, snatching your hand away to push at his chest. "I just had to teach you how to do your own laundry last week."

"In case you’ve forgotten, I raised Harue all on my own," Kenma pouts, pushing you back. "And he is a perfectly normal four-year-old," he adds lastly.

"Yeah, I know you did an amazing job, and I am very proud of you for that," Kenma's eyes darken with a glint, the compliment going straight to his dick as he tilts his head to the side, glancing at your lips before smiling at you.

You groaned, head leaning forward into his chest, taking a minute to juggle the pros and cons before muttering.

"Okay fine, but you better get me a pretty fucking ring."

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ptergwen · 2 years ago

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Hiii, I loved peter's blurb loving the reader's boobs, would you do a version of tom? Jajshakaj

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warnings: 18+, suggestive, boob stuff

a/n: the boob loving cinematic universe kfjsjf i hope u enjoy <3 i feel like i never write for tom so don’t forget y’all can request him too

you and tom are watching one of your shows, cuddled up to each other on the couch. tom is perfectly content. he rubs circles on your back, chuckling along and making commentary about the show. you, on the other hand, are clinging to his side for warmth.

it’s chilly tonight, and you’re freezing in the thin tank top you wear. you could change, but you don’t want to leave tom. moments like these are so rare with him.

tom is none the wiser to how cold you are until his eyes naturally land on your chest. he can’t help but to peek every now and then. your nipples are poking out of your top, and he feels you shiver against him. he nudges your arm with the tips of his fingers, making you lift your head from his shoulder.

“cold, darling?”

“a little, yeah.”

tom’s eyes fly down to your chest again.

“more than a little, i’d say.”

“hey, why were you looking?”

“i’m never not looking.”

you swat at his chest playfully.

“no, but it’s a good thing i did. now i can help you. come sit in my lap, will you?”

tom parts his legs. you sit in the space he leaves between them, cool air hitting you from the loss of his warmth. he pauses the show, fingers grasping at the hem of your top.

“i’ve got an idea. it’s a bit unusual, but it could feel nice. can i?”

tom’s fingers pull lightly on your top. you nod. his hands travel underneath your top and up to your bare breasts, touch soft and slow. you let out a breath of relief when his warm palms hold either of your breasts. his thumbs swipe over your hardened nipples.

“is this any better?”

“mhm. thanks, baby.”

“you’re welcome, darling. i’m glad it’s helping because i really wanted to touch your boobs.”

you laugh and let your face fall to the crook of tom’s neck, kissing the side of it.

“i thought so.”

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crossroadsandloudmusic · 3 years ago

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Hey y’all!! Finished this request up for anon. Anon, if you are still out there I hope you enjoy the fic! I loved your idea and ran with it, I hope it is to your liking!!!!

Anyways, I’ll be writing some more later this week and if I’m being honest it is prolly just going to be Yandere/smut. I have a prompt list as long as my arm and I’ll be getting started on that here soon.

Let me know if y’all have suggestions as to what I should write!

As always request are always open!!

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warnings: fluff, swords, blood, graphic descriptions of gore, death, (etc.)

The sunlight illuminated the light gray room; it was well into morning now. And although it made him sick to be in bed this late, Tanjiro was ordered to be on bed rest for the next couple of days. Laying on his back he stared at the ceiling wondering how the rest of the team were recovering. Inosuke laid to his right, still loudly snoring. He had only suffered minor fractures such as a few broken ribs. Zenitsu’s injuries on the other hand, remained to be unknown as he was asleep on arrival and still was sleeping now. But then a more troubling thought came to mind. What happened to (y/n)? The last thing he remembered was seeing you charge across the battlefield, the handle of your katana in one hand and the actual blade itself in the other. It had been broken by the demon you were all fighting; you had pinned the demon to the ground and held the blade horizontally. You intend to mash the blade into his neck with brute strength, in the process you cut the demon’s hands and fingers into ribbons. Most importantly you snapped your blade.

Slowly the memories came back to Tanjiro, as he remembered that immediately following this the demon fled trying to get away from you as fast as he could. He could see your reckless bloodlust and knew if he stuck around any longer he wouldn’t live to see another day. Tanjiro’s last memory was that of you covered in your own blood wielding the fractured sword, running after the demon. He remembered your deadly laughter as you pursued the demon.

Breaking the calm nature of the estate, a loud commotion could be heard down the hall. It sounded as if someone were yelling and knocking things out of their way.

“I DONT NEED ANYMORE MEDICINE! AND I DONT NEED ANYMORE PHYSICAL THERAPY! I HAVE THINGS I NEED TO DO AND I CANT GET THEM DONE HERE IF IM LAYING IN BED!” Yelled a voice from down the hall.

Immediately Tanjiro sat up, recognizing the voice as your own.

“You can’t take the boys with you, they haven’t fully recovered yet!” Wailed Sumi.

“They are too weak to leave! They’ll get hurt!” Cried Naho

“Let them stay here just until they gain back all of their strength!” Pleaded Kiyo.

All three pulled at your clothes and limbs, still you moved forward. Pulling the girls behind you.

Tanjiro could hear the young girl’s begs as they got closer and closer to his door. When suddenly he heard the footsteps stop, and all was quiet for a fraction of a second.

Suddenly the door slammed open, all three of the boys jumped in unison from the noise. Zenitsu and Inosuke now wide awake and on alert searching for the sound that pulled them out of such a sweet slumber. In the doorway you stood, hands on your hips. Your uniform in tatters, your face and hands covered in bandages. Tanjiro noticed that there still appeared to be a bit of dried blood in your (h/c) hair.

“Rise and shine boys! Time to get moving!” You announced as you looked at the young men’s confused faces.

“You’re alive?!” Asked Zenitsu still shocked by you standing in their room, seemingly in a great mood, all things considered.

“Of course I’m alive! I’m the (y/b/t) pillar! A hashira! Who do you think carried you all this way, hm?” You asked Zenitsu who now was even more baffled, you were at the brink of death and you carried the three of them to safety?

“Did you kill the demon?” Asked Inosuke sitting at the end of his bed.

“You bet I did, a broken sword can’t stop me!” You said as you smiled and winked at him.

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After successfully kidnapping the injured boys, you five made your way back to your own estate. There the five of you had been staying as you were taking them under your wing and training them.

Your training was a bit unconventional, as instead of training them as if you were a wise master you trained from the heart. You fought from the heart, you let your undying hatred and insatiable bloodlust take control of your body. This resulted in you being known as reckless and erratic, many did not admire these qualities because they felt you lacked discipline and control. Which wasn’t far from the truth, but this was who you are and you weren’t going to change that because someone didn’t like the way you handled business.

Also with your rash fighting style came the problem of wielding your sword correctly. Instead of seeing it as a beautiful extension of your body, you saw it as a tool. A sharp tool that cuts and kills, and sometimes tools break. And when a tool breaks you get another one. That’s just how you saw it and the blacksmith never seemed to care much, besides you were giving him plenty of business were you not?

“So what happened after you broke your sword?” Questioned Tanjiro as you four sat inside your home.

“Well, I picked up the pieces, chased after that demon till I caught him and then I cut his head off as he begged for mercy.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone; taking a sip of your tea as if you were discussing the weather. Zenitsu shuddered at your coldness, you terrified him. Inosuke laughed and cheered at your response.

Tanjiro sat and thought quietly, it was intense how cold blooded you were. Still though you weren’t like this with everyone and every demon. He noticed how caring you could be to them and even though you were reluctant about Nezuko, you never said an ill word to or about her. Even when you first met you had always been welcoming, regardless if you were a little nervous about her.

Then a sickening thought came to his mind. Your sword. You had broken your sword. That means Hotaru Haganezuka would be bringing you another. He trembled at the thought.

“You…you...you broke your sword right? What are you going to do?” Tanjiro asked, clearly distressed.

You cocked your eyebrow as if to ask why he was acting so nervous.

“What do you mean? I’ll just get Hotaru to make me another one, duh.” You said blatantly.

“Wha...wha… What do you mean just get him to make you another? Have you ever met Hotaru?!” He almost yelled.

“Well of course I have! Why are you making such a big deal, the guy is a blacksmith, he makes swords. I broke mine so I’ll just get him to make me a new one. He’s done it before.” You said, still confused at Tanjiro’s sudden change in behavior.

“Besides, he’s coming over this afternoon to get the pieces of my old one so he can make the new one.” You said taking another sip of your tea.

“He’s coming here!? This afternoon?! Before?! How many swords have you broken?!” He questioned loudly.

“Eh, I don’t know. Five, maybe six, more or less.” You replied nonchalantly. Tanjiro almost collapsed, he had broken one and lost another. Hotaru intended to beat him to a pulp the first time, and the second time Tanjiro was sure he was going to kill him. But you. You had broken five of his swords. Five of his masterpieces. Hotaru would surely stop at nothing to exact his revenge. Five swords was no longer punishable by death, but instead cruel and unusual torture. Tanjiro would be terrified but he would protect you at all costs.

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As the three you sat, and enjoyed what was a relaxing evening a knock came at the door. Tanjiro stiffened and stood up with you. You gave him another confused glance and approached the door. He waited with baited breath, he expected at any moment Hotaru would burst through that door with two large knives in hand.

When you reached the door, Tanjiro assumed a fighting stance. He would be ready for anything.

You opened the door and smiled.

“Haganezuka! It’s good to see you again! Please come in!”

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This was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

Hotaru stood quietly and awaited your return patiently. You went to retrieve the shards of your previous sword and asked to wait just a second while you got them, to which he immediately obliged and had since stood almost perfectly still.

Perhaps he was so angry he was calm? Maybe he was waiting till you came back before he attacked? Regardless of what trick he had up his sleeve Tanjiro stood ready for anything.

Yet nothing came, instead you came back and handed him the pieces in a small burlap sack.

“Here it is! Everything is in there, even the handle. I look forward to getting my new one!” You said with a smile as you handed him the sack.

Hotaru took the sack from your hands and held it closely, he bowed deeply and said

“Thank you, (L/n)san. I will begin my work right away. Your swords take priority.”

Thank you? Right away? Priority?

Tanjiro was dumbfounded, this was not the Hotaru he had met before. The Hotaru he met would have chased you for hours on end and if he caught you. You would have been unrecognizable. But this Hotaru waited patiently and was polite. What was even more disturbing was that this Hotaru almost seemed to adore you?

The way he waited, the way he gratefully accepted your broken sword, the way he spoke to you, the way he watched your every move. All of it was so peculiar, did Hotaru favor you in a way?

You walked Hotaru outside and on the engawa you shared some parting words.

“Have a safe trip back! It’s been so good seeing you again, Hotaru.” You said as you pulled Hotaru into a warm embrace.

This is what he had been craving. Your touch, your voice, your scent. He held you close to him until you pulled away, immediately he missed your touch. He knows it was only a friendly gesture but he couldn’t help but want it more, he wanted you close to him always. Forever and ever beside him. But until he had the guts to truly confess his love for you, he’d have to settle with making you a new sword every time you needed one. He’d make a thousand swords for you, if he could experience these small but sweet interactions.

“I will be back in several days. I will forge only the best for you, a sword that will be worthy for you to hold.” Hotaru spoke quietly as he bowed once more.

“You always do.” You said with a smile that never failed to melt his heart. He was grateful for his mask or else you’d surely see the blushing mess he was.

Hotaru took his leave and disappeared down the trail.

As you stepped back inside you whispered to yourself

“Such a sweet guy, why hasn’t someone snatched him up and made him a husband yet?”

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“I don’t know what you were so worried about Tanjiro, Hotaru is always so polite.” You said as you walked through the door. Tanjiro now sat with his legs crossed, the most perplexed look on his face.

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As soon as Hotaru made it back to his home, he threw himself into his work. He would work for hours on end, never once taking a break. This was for you, this would be for you. He’d pour his heart and soul into this sword, the sword you would carry into battle.

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“AND HE HASN’T EVER CHASED YOU FOR HOURS?!” Tanjiro raged.

“Hm...No, not that I recall.” You absentmindedly answered while flipping through your book.

“HE NEVER THREATENED TO MURDER YOU?!”

“No, not once.”

Tanjiro’s reactions to your replies made you laugh internally. You knew that Hotaru had a reputation of overreacting to his swords being destroyed by the younger slayers. Still Tanjiro didn’t have to know that you knew.

“Tanjiro, I just don’t believe that Hotaru would do something like that. You saw how polite he was this afternoon.” You said still not looking from your book.

“I KNOW THATS MY POINT! HAD IT BEEN ME WHO BROKE MY SWORD HE WOULD HAVE CHASED ME UNTIL SUNSET!” Yelled Tanjiro.

“See that’s the thing I don’t understand. You were here this afternoon when he came by, and he didn’t chase or harass you then.” You said still wanting your little game to continue.

“He didn’t notice anyone else was here.” Said Zenitsu as he chewed on some ohagi.

After understanding what Zenitsu meant by his comment a slight blush ran across your face. The thought that Hotaru had only been focused on you made your heart jump. He has always been so kind to you, and he never once complained about consistently having to make you new swords. Maybe, Hotaru did have feelings for you. That was ridiculous, surely you would have noticed before now, right? Then again why had he always treated you so kindly?

The idea that Hotaru had taken a liking to you wasn’t a bad thought. In fact, you could feel your heart flutter at the thought of you two being a bit more friendly with one another. And he was quite attractive, at least from the bit that you saw of him. He was muscular and rather tall as well, underneath the spotted cloth on his head you could see strands of long black hair. Every time he came to deliver your new sword you hoped you would get a glance of his face.

Lost deep in thought you hadn’t realized how quiet the room had gotten. When you looked up from your book you saw Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke all staring with cheeky grins; giggling like schoolgirls. It was obvious they had seen you blush at the thought that Hotaru was interested in you.

“WHAT ARE ALL YOU LOOKING AT?!” You yelled as you jumped up out of your chair.

“I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT HOTARU IS JUST NICE!” You said before running out of the house. The boys erupted in laughter.

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“Did you see the way she was blushing?” Asked Tanjiro as he cleaned the floors; running back and forth in front of Zenitsu who was seated on a cushion.

“I guess she didn’t realize Hotaru had the hots for her.” Zenitsu said.

Suddenly Tanjiro stopped and smiled the biggest smile he could.

“Zenitsu! I have a wonderful idea! We should get them together!” He beamed feeling brilliant after coming up with such an idea.

“WHAT?! AND RISK FEELING THE WRATH OF (Y/N) AND HOTARU?! ARE YOU INSANE?!” Yelled Zenitsu angry Tanjiro would be putting him in such a dangerous situation. His vision of you in his mind was of you standing in a lawless battlefield surrounded by flames, sword in hand ready to cut down anyone who crossed you. He shivered at the thought.

“Just think about it Zenitsu! Imagine how happy they’d be together! Besides, Hotaru is always working on his swords and (y/n) is always on missions. Maybe they need something a little more...normal?” Said Tanjiro with a bit of sympathy in his voice. It was true, you were always on missions, in fact this was the first time you had been home in months; your house was covered in a thick layer of dust. There was no doubt that you loved exterminating demons, but the reason you were obsessed with killing them was a little more deeper than that. The day you became a slayer your promised yourself that you would stop at nothing to avenge the ones you loved, your family, your friends, the entire village. All of which had been destroyed; you stood in wreckage gathering all the bodies you could find. One by one you would bury your entire town. After everyone received a final resting place and a proper funeral you would then search for a way. A way to bring them comfort in the afterlife.

“Will you help me?”

“Fine, I’ll help you. BUT IF (Y/N) OR HOTARU GET ANGRY I'M TELLING THEM IT WAS YOUR IDEA!”

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Together the three devised a plan that would be the envy of most any man. They would send a fake mission through your crow, saying that there was a demon on the prowl in the wisteria grove. After hearing this you would send a message to Hotaru asking him to put a rush on that sword and meet you there. Before this they will have adorned the trees with lanterns, strings of flowers, and beautiful vines. And when the two of you met in the middle, they’d ignite the lanterns to illuminate the scene. A place so romantic you both would have no choice but to confess your love for each other!

Quickly they got to work. Tanjiro ordered Inosuke to climb each tree and place a lantern on the lowest branches, after he was done each tree had two lanterns. Zenitsu was to collect as many willow vines as he could, then he would braid them making long thick vines that would hang from the trees and create almost a curtain. Tanjiro was on the hunt for the most beautiful smelling flowers, of course he grabbed some wisteria but he also collected tons of wild flowers he had seen in the area. He made bunches of glorious bouquets to hang in the trees, in the middle of the vine guarded circle he sprinkled hundreds of flower petals. The sight was delightful, the boys had put in so much work into this. Now their only hope was that neither of you two killed them after finding out their plan.

After putting the finishing touches on their creation they rushed back to your estate to enact the second part of their plan.

“Please, we need you to do this for us. What do you want? We will give you anything! How about birdseed? How about worms, we will get on our hands and knees and dig for all the grubs you want! Please just do us this little tiny favor.” Tanjiro pleaded with your crow who was pondering their request.

After much begging and negotiating, it was settled that Inosuke would dig for grubs and get as many as he could find, Zenitsu would give him an extra scope of birdseed while you weren’t looking.

Now all they had to do was wait. You had to go to a hashira meeting and would be back before too much longer, still the wait made them anxious. Tanjiro sat drumming his fingers waiting for you to arrive, Inosuke laid out flat on the floor snoozing, while Zenitsu trembled and paced the floor.

“Tanjiro, what if they find out.” He whimpered, tears flowing from his eyes.

“They will find out! We will tell them as soon as they confess to each other!” Tanjiro said happily even though he was slightly nervous.

“Tanjiro! You didn’t tell me that!” He cried.

On the other side of the door they could hear your light footsteps, quietly you slid the door open and stepped inside.

“How was the meeting?” Tanjiro chirped with an overall enthusiastic smile on his face.

“Depressing. It is hard hearing about all the young slayers that have been killed.” You said not meeting his eyes, opting to go sit down on your futon.

“I don’t want to do anything this evening except lay here, you boys cool with that?” You asked, pulling the cover over your head.

None of the boys replied. Zenitsu ran and gripped Tanjiro’s haori. Both looked at each other with worried expressions.

Perhaps, this was not the best time for such a ruse.

Before you could get properly settled in, the jarring sound of your crows' cries came from outside. Instantly you jumped from your bed and ran to your closet. First you grabbed your slayer uniform, then your belt. You ran down the hall and into your separate room to change. In a flash you were dressed, for one last final touch you slipped on your tabi boots; fastening them as you fled to the door. You crashed through the door and out into the yard, you searched the sky till you spotted your crow.

“Hey! What’s the big idea? I don’t have a sword yet!” You yelled to your crow who was making small circles in the sky.

“Southeast! Southeast! Head southeast!” The crow called as he refused to elaborate.

“Go to Hotaru Haganezuka! Tell him to put a rush on that sword and meet me there. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke!”

All three boys ran out onto the engawa, dressed with swords at their hips.

“Follow me, we have a mission. Let’s go!”

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Together you ran, the boys a couple lengths behind you. Tanjiro’s crow led the way and soon you’d all arrive to your destiny.

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Your crow flew hard and fast, when you gave him orders he always intended to follow through to the best of his ability, even if he was bribed into misleading you.

After a long flight he arrived at Hotaru's home, outside he cawed hoping to alert the man inside.

Hotaru had been hard at work forging your new sword; he intended on making it absolutely perfect. Therefore it was nowhere near finished, even after the countless hours and days he pushed himself to work.

The sound of a Kasugai crow calling his name broke him out of trance. Already enraged that no doubt the crow was coming to report a slayer had broken one his swords, he stormed outside slamming his door behind him. But before he could voice his exasperation the crow spoke,

“The (y/b/t) pillar! (Y/n)! She needs her sword! She’s on her way to a mission! Meet her at the wisteria grove Southeast!” Your crow called.

Hotaru’s heart sank, you were going into battle now? And you had nothing but your bare hands to defend yourself with, he’d have to improvise. With all his speed he ran inside; he tore his forge apart. He couldn’t possibly expect you to wield a half made sword, it was still glowing hot and lacked a handle. He fumbled through everything till he found them; a pair of wakizashi swords he made as a prototype for a previous hashira. They were not your usual weapon of choice, but they had been forged by the same metal as his katanas; he knew you’d have no trouble wielding them.

Throwing them into a wooden case, he wrapped them in a soft cloth. Hurriedly he slammed the case closed and threw it over his shoulder as he bolted out the door.

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He followed your crow with great determination, he wasn’t going to fail you. Even so the most dreadful thoughts came to his mind. What if he arrived too late? What if his last sight of you was the life leaving your body? This pushed him to go harder, he would not leave you empty handed.

He forced those terrible thoughts out of his mind, the only thing he thought about now was his breathing. In and out, in and out.

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“I’ll be meeting Hotaru here, you boys search the area. Tanjiro and Zenitsu search the village, Inosuke search the woods.” You ordered.

“Yes!” All three said in unison. Due to how seriously you were taking this impromptu mission, the boys got a little caught up in it too. Tanjiro had become a lot more serious and concerned even though he had concocted the fake mission. He turned to look at Zenitsu who was staring at you trembling.

“But (y/n), you don’t have a sword, what are you going to do if the demon shows up?” He asked, tears flowing from his eyes.

“Don’t you know anything about me Zenitsu? I’ve always got a trick up my sleeve.” You said with a sly smirk. You pulled back your sleeve to reveal three insanely sharp throwing knives; each one had a purple tip. Little did Zenitsu know these knives were laced with wisteria; a small touch both you and Shinobu worked on.

“Come on hurry, Zenitsu. We have to go.” Tanjiro said while pulling him by the collar of his haori.

“But Tanjiro! What are we going to do if she gets hurt!” He cried.

Once out of earshot, Tanjiro pulled Zenitsu aside.

“We’ve got to stick to the original plan, remember? Hotaru will be here any minute and we’ve got to be ready!” Tanjiro said with a bright smile.

“First we will go patrol the village, then by the time we get back Hotaru will surely have made it.”

Together they took off towards the village.

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The wait was long and uneventful, you sat at the edge of the grove making patterns in the soft dirt. This was weird, all of it was, why were you given a mission on such short notice. Wouldn’t Master Kagaya have said something during the meeting, besides he knew you didn’t have a sword. Something was not right and it made you nervous. You stood to the sound of your crow calling, they must be close you thought to yourself.

You watched the sky patiently, over the horizon your bird came into view. He flew straight till he met the middle of the wisteria grove, to which he swooped in and landed.

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“Hotaru? Hotaru? Hotaru?” You called as you parted what seemed to be a curtain of vines. When you stepped inside your eyes searched in the darkness, you could barely make out a thing. Slowly you backed up, anticipating an attack from any direction.

Suddenly a twig snapped from behind you, pinpointing exactly where the sound originated, you dipped and swept your leg. First a loud thud hit the ground followed by a low groan.

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“Zenitsu, has (y/n) made it inside yet?” Tanjiro loudly whispered

“OH NO! IT SOUNDS LIKE SHE’S BEATING HIM UP!” Yelled Zenitsu after hearing your attack.

“INOSUKE! LIGHT THE LANTERNS!” Tanjiro ordered.

In a flash, Inosuke jumped from his perch high in an oak tree. On his way down he lit a match on the roof of his mouth, when he made his way to the ground he found the fuse that connected all the lanterns together.

As soon as the match touched the end of the fuse a bright spark appeared zoomed down the line causing everything in its wake to turn to ash. They lost sight of the spark as it quickly rounded the corner and into the bush; a bright light illuminated the otherside.

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“Oh Hotaru! I'm som sorry! I had no idea it was you, here let me help you up!” You said apologetically as you helped Hotaru off of the ground.

“No, no, no I should have said something so as not to catch you so off guard.” He replied. The truth was that he had been so captivated by you. You left him speechless.

“How was the tri-oh.” You caught his eyes, this had been the first time you had seen him without his mask. He looked at you confused till he realized his mistake, he had been in such a rush he had forgotten his mask. He was handsome, very handsome at that. His long dark hair flowed to his shoulders, his dark eyebrows perfectly rested above his sharp eyes. After staring at him for what seemed like ages you snapped out of your trance.

“Oh! Oh no! I’m sorry! Again! Here I’ll cover my eyes!” You said as you turned your back to him covering your eyes.

“No it’s alright, I don’t mind if you see me!” He said he reached out for you. He pulled your hands away from your eyes and held them gently. He smiled when he met your gaze. How pretty you looked in the soft orange light, your (h/c) shimmering in the dance of the flames.

‘Such a beautiful sight’ he thought to himself as his thumb gently rubbed the top of your hand.

“Hotaru? You wouldn’t have my sword with you do you?” You asked, peering at the box that had been knocked out of his hands when he fell.

“Of course, (L/n)san! Please, excuse me.” He said sheepishly as he reached for the box.

“Well, they aren’t exactly your sword but I had these two, they are one of the first ones I made for Uzui Tengen. I’m sorry, (y/n). I wasn’t able to make your sword in time.” He said as he bowed, holding the swords up to you. You took them in your hands and swung them simultaneously.

“Flashy. I like em, Hotaru. Mind if I keep em.” You asked, admiring the weapons in your hands.

Hotaru looked up at you, in his eyes there wasn’t a more glorious scene. You held his creation with such pride and joy.

He didn’t care that you were reckless, and wild. In his eyes you were a symbol of beauty and strength, someone as perfect as you should not exist in the real world; only in books and folktales.

“These swords are just about as beautiful as how you’ve decorated the trees. You getting sweet on me, Hotaru?” You asked observing the vines and trees all decorated with flowers.

“The lanterns are a nice touch, it looks like you put a lot of hard work into all this. This is very nice.” You said as you continued to look around you.

“What’s the occasion?” You asked, turning to look at Hotaru who stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at you confused, you had thought he had put all this together? For you? Seeing you so pleased by this made him curse himself for not coming up with a similar gesture.

“I...I...I-” Hotaru stuttered before loud running could be heard tearing through the brush.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Called Tanjiro from the otherside of the vines. Soon Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro with Nezuko in tow, fell through the barrier.

“What’s going on? Did you find the demon?” You asked.

“No, the village and forest were all clear! What should we do now?” They asked. Their gaze then turned to Hotaru who was sheepishly standing behind you waiting for your attention once more. All three boys began to grin and giggle amongst themselves. You took in the situation and blushed slightly from their reaction.

“Are we interrupting something?” Asked Zenitsu with a sly grin. To which Inosuke began to laugh from seeing your reaction.

“Zenitsu! Inosuke! Come on, they are clearly having a romantic conversation that we should not interfere with! They would like to talk in private!” Tanjiro said confidently as he hoisted Zenitsu and Inosuke under his arms.

“Oooooo Hotaru! How romantic! Such a beautiful place to have a date!” Yelled Inosuke and Zenitsu as they were being carried away. Hotaru blushed at their comments and had you not been standing so close he would have chased them till they collapsed. But before the boys were out of sight they turned to look at Hotaru, they all three grinned widely and held up their thumbs. Tanjiro mouthed the words,

‘You got this!’ Before shoving both of his thumbs in the air.

They were...helping him? They had pulled this all together to help him? Surely not, especially after how many times he threatened to kill Tanjiro. This had to be deeper than that, why else would they go out of their way to make such a gesture? Unless...you felt the same way towards him? Quickly he pushed the idea out of his head, there was no way you felt so warmly towards him. He was just your swordsmith, the person behind the scenes. You were an achieved warrior, someone who others could look to in a time of need.

“Hotaru? Did you put this all together for me?” You asked, tearing him away from his thoughts.

“I-I did!” He stammered out quickly.

“What was the reason for such a gesture? Is there something you would like to tell me?” You asked Hotaru, turning to face him. Although you kept a cool exterior, inside your heart was doing flips. Was he about to confess to you? Was this what you had been looking for all along? Perhaps, revenge and justice wouldn’t fill the whole in you but maybe affection and acceptance would?

“(Y/n), I have something I have to tell you.” He spoke clearly now and stood tall. Now was his chance to lay everything out that had been on his heart.

“I’m tired of living like this. I’m tired of hiding behind my mask. I’m tired of only being near you when I bring you another sword. No, I’m done living like this.” He said before he approached you and pulled you to his chest by your arms; blades falling from your hands.

“Hotaru? What are you-” his lips cut off your words before another one could be uttered. He pulled you into such a passionate kiss, a one that conveyed years of pent up emotions. All came flowing out in an instant.

You melted in his embrace, his hands moved from your arms to your face. He cupped your head so gently. His touch was full of love and adoration. Never in your life had you felt such a feeling. This had been everything you had been looking for.

Slowly he pulled away, still holding your face. In the distance quiet cheers could be heard.

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When you entered your home your eyes immediately looked for the boys. The three sat side by side grinning from ear to ear. You put your hands to your hips and donned a serious look.

“Is there something you boys would like to tell me?” You questioned.

You knew the boys were behind it all, and still you played along. Because in the end, you got everything you had ever dreamed of wanting. And it wasn’t revenge, justice, or vengeance, but a chance to live. To live not for those who passed but for yourself.

Yours and Hotaru’s relationship blossomed from that day forth. Days after missions were spent together, oftentimes you stayed with him when you were home.

You’d sit and watch as he’d forge his blades with incredible passion. After the day was long over, and you convinced him he worked hard enough, the two of you would spend your evenings in each other's arms; always falling asleep entangled with one another.

You were his pride and joy. You sat so patiently, watching him work.

‘Such a pretty thing’ he thought to himself when he happened to steal a glance. Of course, he still made you a new sword whenever you needed one, but now he could impose a “punishment” he saw fit. Then again he never heard you complain.

“Hotaru! It’s me! I’m back! Hotaru?” You called as you entered his home, your last mission had been long and time consuming so once it was finished you immediately ran home.

As you walked in, Hotaru rounded the corner from his room with his hands behind his back.

“Close your eyes, my spiderlily. I have a surprise for you.” He came behind you and put his hand over your eyes. You jittered with excitement. His other hand moved in front of you.

“Now open them.” He said softly as he withdrew his hand from in front of your face.

In his hand was a beautiful bundle of wild flowers and wisteria blossoms, fresh from the spring weather.

You squealed and jumped with joy, you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling Hotaru in a smothering embrace. He buried his head into your neck and squeezed you back even harder.

“Oh Hotaru, they are just like the ones from the grove! They are beautiful! I love them so much!” You cried as you held them close and smelled them.

“I may have had some help.” Hotaru replied with a wide smile across his face.

“They are perfect!”

“You are perfect.”

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How to Ask for Feedback on Your Writing

A guest post by B. T. Fish ( @fishwritesfic ).

It can be daunting to ask for feedback on our work. Past negative experiences, horror stories from friends, fear of people disliking something we’ve worked so hard on, uncertainty about what to input to ask for, and many other factors can make it seem easier to write our stories alone rather than show them to another person.

Once you understand how to ask for feedback, however, sharing your works-in-progress can become a valuable tool for gathering information and honing your craft. So if you’re struggling with your work in progress, hoping to publish or publicize your story in some way, or are looking to develop your writerly skills, read on to learn how to ask for the right feedback for your needs!

How to ask for feedback

First, and most importantly: You don’t need to ask for feedback. Whether you ask for input depends on your individual writing, editing, and publishing goals. This post starts at the point of assuming you’ve already decided that you’d like feedback, but are hesitant or struggling for whatever reason. Here are some tips on getting the type of feedback you’d like - feedback that helps you move forward armed with useful information.

1. Be specific

Do not let people guess what you want. They will guess wrong.

Even experienced editors need to be given some directions so they can focus on the aspect(s) of the story that you’re concerned about. For example, if they give suggestions on a story element you’d thought was fine, but offer no comments about dialog which you’re afraid sounds stilted, you may end up feeling more anxious than before. So when soliciting feedback on your work, tell your reader exactly what type of feedback/information you’re looking for, and ask them not to color outside those lines unless you allow it. Your questions will help your readers focus their energy and give you feedback you can actually use. (More on what types of feedback or aspects of the story you may want to consider is later in this post!)

If your work is being edited for publication, this rule changes slightly since your editor will also be applying their own suggestions to help get your story ready for their particular outlet, but you’re still welcome to ask any additional questions and request feedback on the things you’re worried about!

2. Think about what stage your story is at

Different stages of writing need different types of feedback. Too nitpicky early on, and you might waste effort polishing passages that don’t make it to the final story—and it’s easier to fix big-picture issues earlier in the writing process. A good rule of thumb is to start broad at first, and get progressively more specific as the story takes shape.

Early-stage: When you’re still brainstorming ideas and working on your first draft. Early-stage readers (often called alpha readers) are there to help you understand how your story is coming across but not to give value judgments.

Some example questions to ask early-stage readers:

Characterization: What are your impressions of the main character(s)? Who do you think they are, what are their motivations? What do you find interesting or cliche about them?

Worldbuilding/Setting: What is most interesting/surprising/confusing to you about this world? What is important to the people in this society? How is this world similar to or different from yours?

Mood/Tone: Does it feel funny, dark, matter-of-fact, poignant, exciting? What parts make it feel that way? Is the narrator’s tone matter-of-fact, dramatic, funny, and does it feel jarring to read?

Plot: What do you think this story is about? What do you expect to happen next based on what you’ve read so far?

Sensitivity: If you’re familiar with the disability/job/experience described in this story, how well did it reflect your experience? Where did it fall short? What sorts of details would be more appropriate or accurate to include?

In General: What confused you? What excited you? What wasn’t as interesting? What made you want to read more?

Early-stage feedback is for collecting impressions, finding out what people are interested in, confused by, what they think the story is about, etc. This is important information for you as a writer as you aim to assess whether your writing is faithfully conveying your ideas. If people generally have the wrong impression about something that you thought was obvious, that could be an indication that you need to rework that part of the story to make the important details more clear.

If solicited before you’ve completed your manuscript first draft, early-stage feedback can also give you ideas for how to move forward. If people are excited by a certain theme, you might decide to emphasize that theme. If they all expect the same thing to happen next, you might do something to subvert those expectations—or play into them—or, if it’s not at all what you had in mind, tone down the hints leading to that conclusion.

If you want reliable feedback, it’s often better to keep your questions general and avoid spoilers. For example, if you’re trying to figure out “does the reveal about Character A work?” and you directly ask that, your early-stage reader will already be clued in and on the look out specifically for that, so you won’t get a clear idea of what a reader who isn’t “primed” would read.

However, if you want to ask your reader for more specific or technical advice at this stage, be ready to share more so they can better help you (e.g. the story concept, where you’re at in the writing process, what unanswered questions you still have about the world, the characters, and the plot). You can always wait and share this information after they’ve read the passage if you don’t want to spoil their reading.

Middle-stage: Once you’re sure that your story’s most basic aspects are sound, try asking more technical questions about story structure, pacing, tone, and characterization. You don’t need to give much context; instead, see what the readers understood from the story itself. This helps ensure that your writing is clear and accurate to your intentions.

Some example questions to ask middle-stage readers:

Characterization: How does the main character come across to you at the beginning of the story? Have your impressions changed by the end, and why? What moments made you empathize with them? Do their actions feel justified? If not, what parts felt contradictory or confusing? What are your favorite and least favorite parts of them?

Worldbuilding/Setting: How does the setting affect the way you understand or think about this story? What details made you feel like you were really immersed in the world? What details or descriptions pulled you out of the world? What felt confusing or contradictory? What felt especially meaningful or cool? Did anything feel random, inconsistent, pointless, irrelevant or unnecessary?

Mood/Tone: Is the narrator’s tone flowery or lyrical? Matter-of-fact? Is the mood (the feeling you get from the story) dark, funny, tense? Where does it shift, and do any of the shifts feel jarring?

Plot: Does the story feel ‘finished’ at the end? If not, what do you feel is missing? What unanswered questions are you left with? Are there any storylines that you wished you could have read more of? What parts did you want to skip or skim?

Sensitivity: Same as for early-stage readers If you’re familiar with the disability/job/experience described in this story, how well did it reflect your experience? Where did it fall short? What sorts of details would be more appropriate or accurate to include?

In General: Same questions as early-stage, but also: what themes or motifs did you notice in the story?

The goal of these questions is to get more technical feedback; looking at the whole story, what works well, what is missing, and what takes away from the story’s success? These more specific questions can help you in your revisions as you decide what to elaborate on, rewrite, or cut.

Late-stage: After a few rounds of edits, you might be ready for a beta reader. In fanfiction circles, a beta reader is an all-rounder who helps with everything from brainstorming to proofreading, but here I’m referring to the person who reads your story before publication to give you one last chance for edits before sharing with the general public.

If you’re at this stage, you can ask many of the same questions as for early and mid-stage feedback, but also let your reader get more into the weeds about thematic elements, contradictions in characterization, plot holes, and details about the world that still seem inconsistent or confusing. Ask them to be picky; the story is all there, this is your chance to make sure it hangs together.

Spelling and Grammar Feedback: Once you’re sure your project tells the story you want to tell, you may solicit an editor to give you feedback on Spelling and Grammar (SPAG). It’s equally important to make sure this person is clear on what aspects of the story they’re supposed to focus on, and you should specify if you want their input at all on conceptual aspects of the story or if you’d prefer them to focus on clarity, proper grammar, spelling, and the other technical components of the story.

3. Choose your readers carefully

As important as the questions you ask is who you’re asking them of. Will this person respect your boundaries and only give the feedback you request? Will they be honest with you and non-judgmental toward your writing? Close friends and family can often seem like convenient, ready-made readers. However, unless you’ve worked with them before and know how they’ll behave, proceed with caution. People who are too close to you might be too gentle because they want to make you happy, or they might ignore your boundaries because they think they know what you need better than you do or that those boundaries apply only to strangers. If someone, because of their relationship to you, is going to give responses you can’t trust, don’t ask them.

Great readers are often other writers. Join writing groups (Eventbrite, Meetup, NaNoWriMo regional groups, and local writing cooperatives are good places to start), writing courses (my personal favorite is the International Writers’ Collective, and Clarion is also widely popular and well respected, but also look for courses near you!), and reach out to people whose fanfiction or original writing you admire. It can seem scary to contact people out of the blue, but these are all people with the same hobby as you, and even if they’re too busy to work with you they’ll be happy to know you appreciate their writing!

You can offer to trade feedback, too. Trading feedback is a great way to build your skills twice as fast - as you learn to give critique, you can also better learn how to apply critical reading skills to your own writing.

4. Ask for help from multiple people

Spreading out the job of giving feedback can make the job easier on your readers. It can also mitigate the sometimes intense emotions that come with getting feedback. If no single person is commenting on everything, then you won’t feel as burdened by any one person’s opinions.

Some areas you could ask different people for help with include:

Brainstorming: If you have a friend whose ideas complement yours, ask them if they have time to talk stories with you! All ideas are good ideas when you’re brainstorming.

Developmental edits: Developmental editors can listen to where you want your story to go, see where it’s at now, and help you cross that sometimes-frightening gap between the two. Some editors are trained in this, but a trusted writing friend who has editing experience can also be a huge help with developmental edits.

General Story Comprehension: Check that your story makes sense (and if not, where/why/how it went wrong). The example questions under the early-stage and middle-stage feedback stages are great for your general-comprehension readers.

Characterization: Although you have an idea of who your characters are, does that come across to your readers? Ask someone who loves characterization to help!

Sensitivity readers and/or subject matter experts: When writing about an experience, location, or type of character that you’re not familiar with, try finding people who’ve lived that experience to check whether your descriptions resonate with them.

Beta reading: Ask someone who reads voraciously to go through the whole story and make note of all their unanswered questions, plot holes they spot, things they loved, things that were confusing, etc.

Proofreaders: Your beautiful grammar nerds. If you’re working with a publisher, your editor will likely do a proofread. If you’re self-publishing, don’t skip this step! Editing software can help but won’t capture all of those stray en-dashes where an em-dash should be.

5. Remember feedback is a tool, not a prescription

When you get your feedback, don’t panic! It’s for you to use as you wish, and most writers only act on a small part of the feedback they receive.

You can use your reader feedback in unexpected ways. For example, if someone says that they really wanted to see more of a side plot, that may convince you to develop it more. However, if you didn’t want them to care so much and think it’s detracting from the main story, you could cut it and save it for its own story.

Additionally, there is no rule that says you have to ask for feedback for every story or stage of your writing process. If you’re writing a short story that you feel confident about, you might only want a quick round of feedback at the end. If you’re doing a long, multi-chapter piece, you might do a mix of early and middle-stage feedback for different sections of the story. One story might come so easily that it feels like it’s writing itself while the next needs lots of extra help.

This is all normal. You’re not losing your touch if you need more input on certain stories; every story is unique.

6. It’s Okay to Ask for Only Praise

Normalize the writing cheerleader! As someone who has both given and received writer cheerleading, I truly don’t know how I wrote before discovering this. It’s less structured and has more emotional investment than other types of feedback, so is a bigger commitment for your reader. If you want a writing cheerleader, explain to your reader what you’re hoping for and ask them if this is help they’d be comfortable with providing.

A writing cheerleader will shower you with praise, poke you for updates, and generally be your emotional-support reader. If you’re struggling to get words on the page or have been feeling down about your writing, they can make the difference between finishing your story and never touching it again. But even if your writing life is mostly smooth sailing, it’s still valid to want to find a reader who’s excited to read what you send them and who gives you unmitigated love in return. Let them boost your ego; you can be critical once the draft is written. No matter how cringey it may seem at first, the joy is infectious, and it works.

The Feedback You Never Knew You Needed

Before you start asking for feedback, you may wonder why anyone bothers exposing themselves to potential criticism. And even after this becomes a normal part of your practice, you will sometimes get feedback that doesn’t help or reflects the reader more than the writer.

So why ask for feedback?

Beyond developing your critical reading skills and learning more about your own writing, feedback can teach you about people: how they think, what they notice, what makes them care. It helps you understand how other people experience the things you write so you can start writing in those ways more deliberately. It can also help you learn to manage your “preciousness” about your own writing—when you let other people dissect your work, even if they’re not making value judgments, there’s going to be some discomfort. Learning to push through that for the sake of growth is like developing a superpower. You’ll start seeing your writing as the medium through which you communicate with your readers and developing ways to do that even more effectively.

Do you need to ask for feedback? Absolutely not. But if you’ve decided you want feedback and you learn to ask, accurately and clearly, for the kind of feedback you want, it can be incredibly useful, and—dare I say it?—fun.

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chronic-boogara · 2 years ago

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Exposing myself, but I don't care since we need more Michael Myers fics. Especially the RZ Michael Myers. So can I request a fic for RZ MM with a s/o (can be female or gn) who helps him pick out his victims mainly because this world is better off without people who are dbags. So that's the kind of people they have him target or go after & they're just kinda passive or unaffected by him killing people, their kinda just like anyone from the Addams Family in a way. Personally I think I'm a mix or Wensday or Morticia.

y’all are turning me into a michael myers simp i cannot believe this >:( this is a new era in the book of esha. this idea though >>> super creative i love it thank yoy thank you for this amazing ask

•before he met you michael didn’t put much thought into his victims. they were randomly picked out, usually from his window when they’re leaving for work. he knows teenagers are always easy targets but they could be so troublesome and often came in groups. while adults tended to be a little more aware of their surroundings it didn’t make the hunt any easier. he enjoyed it all of course.

•you didn’t mind the killing. the second week of your relationship you suggested victims for him. handing him a list, you leaned back and watched the chaos.

•the first two were known sex offenders. you weren’t really sure why they were allowed to live in such close proximity to young children but you didn’t dwell on it long. michael made the deed quick , snapping one’s neck and stabbing the other multiple times.

•next there was a girl , maybe 22 years old. she made life for everyone miserable. she never tipped her drivers , screamed at employees , payed her way out of everything. everyone hated her but had no real reason

•the list continued and michael took them all out. he felt somewhat complete after finishing it. the list gave his killing a bit of purpose, something he never had while in the hospital.

•as new people moved in , bad people got picked out and the rest stayed put. for one haddonfeild had a bit of piece. in its own way.

•as time goes on he realizes how passive you really are. you’re not one to ever start a fight or cause any problems for those around you. it’s amazing how okay you are with people dying in brutal ways.

• “i wouldn’t kill anyone myself but some people kind of deserve it ya know? the world is a better place without certain people ruining it”.

•michael just loved this about you. he was still blood thirsty but it helped to ration it out. this was basically therapy for him. plus having someone less aggressive than him was a welcome change.

•he’ll bring home a trinket or something that meant a lot to the victim and gift it to you.

•what you two have is special bond and michael will do anything in his bond to keep it.

#saikosheadcanons #my asks #slasher headcanons #little bit of murder #slasher x reader #slasher x you #halloween movie #halloween(rob zombie)#halloween 2018 #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #i love soft mikey #esha writes

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lilac-5ky · 2 years ago

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Can I make a request for Kamui falling in love with a human? He thinks humans are weak so I feel like some of the things he’d do/say would be super backhanded. But maybe he’s also really protective of them like them almost getting hurt or some rando flirting with them

A/N: At first, I considered doing this in the forms of headcanons, but I feel like I expanded heavily on Kamui hcs before. Because of that, I thought why not include the elements you suggested in a scenario? And thus, this was created. Hopefully it's still in the range of what you asked for, I tend to get a bit carried away when I come up with ideas.

Warnings: Nothing except of a bit of violence and mentions of blood? Like it's really nothing extreme, imo.

Kamui falling in love with a human (x fem!reader)

kamui eating has to be one of the most adorable things in the universe.

“This must be the place, right?” Kamui pondered out loud as he gazed up at the sign. There was nothing written on it, just like Abuto had suggested.

It was rare for his vice captain to be tipping him off regarding the local delicacies of Edo, let alone handing him a free meal ticket for one of its restaurants. If Kamui didn’t know any better, he would assume that this was a bribe or an attempt to throw him off, but either way, he wasn’t the one to turn down a hearty meal. Besides, Abuto was rarely as enthusiastic when it came to food. If anything, he had managed to spark his interest as to what was so great about this particular Katsudon restaurant.

Taking a final look at the coupon in his hand, he pushed the door open, an enticing smell capturing his nostrils the second he walked in.

The restaurant appeared to be rather small; four tables and five bar stools, all of which were taken with the exception of one stool. Lucky me, he thought to himself as he took a brief look at the customers. They were exclusively humans, men between their 20s and 50s, whose plates were filled to the bream, none of them seeming interested in consuming the food that was in front of them. Curious as he was, Kamui quickly noticed how something else had taking hold of their attention, that being the girl who stood behind the counter; you.

It wasn’t as if there was anything extraordinary about you at first sight. Your clothing was plain, a kimono paired with a stained apron, both bearing rather dull patterns, while your features weren’t particularly beguiling to him either. Just an ordinary girl, just another human weakling, yet everyone seemed to be enthralled with you. Perhaps after visiting Yoshiwara so many times, he had grown immune to the charms of women. Or so he’d like to think.

“Welcome!”

Immediately the men that were dining turned to face him, shooting him a glare in unison. He didn’t need to hear it to understand that they were irritated by his presence, along with the fact that they were monopolizing your attention no more.

You were smiling at him, a warm and genuine smile that he happily returned, as each step of his brought him to the vacant stool.

“Hello! Is this the best Katsudon in Edo?”

“Oh, I don’t know if it’s the best but it is our signature dish. Would you like a portion?”

“Actually, I have this free meal ticket?” Kamui said, sliding his coupon across the counter. “My associate is a great fan of your cooking, he was the one to recommend your restaurant.”

“I am deeply flattered.” You exclaimed, placing the coupon in your apron’s pocket. “Your friend must be Abuto of the Yato tribe, right?”

“Looks like he made quite the impression for you to remember his name.”

“He is one of our regulars, pops by at least three times per week.”

“So that’s where he’s been slacking off.” Kamui stated with a chuckle. He would have never expected of Abuto to take a liking in humans. If anything, he was a renowned Yato supremacist, with Kamui being the one to occasionally seek entertainment in the mundane lives of the people in Edo.

“Don’t be too harsh on him, he seems to be working a lot. He always complains about how his idiotic boss forces him to do horrible things and about how he is the one running after him to clean up his mess. Amanto also have it tough.”

“My my, is that so? I never realized how much he was suffering. That boss of his must be truly horrible.” Kamui exclaimed, faking a surprised expression while making a mental note to scold Abuto when given the chance.

“It would appear so.” You agreed with him, oblivious to his act. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Sake, please.”

“Okay so, one portion of Katsudon and one bottle of sake for…?”

“Idiotic boss will do!” He didn’t bother hiding his own laugh upon noticing your reaction. Your eyes widened involuntarily, the tray nearly dropping from your hands. Even though it wasn’t your fault that Abuto had ran his mouth to a stranger, Kamui couldn’t help but humor you about it.

Still, despite his comment, you went back to the kitchen, without giving him as much as an apology. Rather than being offended, the smile remained on his lips while he watched you work in the background. As expected, humans were ever amusing.

After about ten minutes or so of pretending to ignore the glares of the customers while waiting for his food, Kamui leaned over the counter, eager to take on his plate from your hands. To his surprise, unlike the regular portions they served at human restaurants, the plate you gave him was twice the size he would expect. He had grown accustomed to always ordering for second and thirds, but for once, he found himself rather satisfied with the quantity of the food. Plus, it smelled delicious.

“I’ll dig right in!” He exclaimed in appreciation before taking the first bite. This wasn’t his first time eating katsudon, yet this had to be one of the most palette appeasing dishes he’d ever tried. The cutlet remained perfectly crispy despite having absorbed the umami filled broth. The rice was fluffy, while the sweet and savory onion sauce added a whole new depth to the dish. It was so delicious that Kamui found himself closing both his eyes, enough to forget all about Abuto’s baseless claims.

“So? Best katsudon in Edo or not, mister Idiotic Boss?”

Although you so blatantly reused the nickname Abuto had given him, there was no malice in your voice. Maybe it was because of the katsudon, maybe it was because of how warmly you smiled at him, but either way, Kamui didn’t feel particularly bothered by your comment. It was quite the contrary, he was intrigued that a mere earthling like you had the guts to humor him, even when knowing what a Yato was capable of.

“Can I get one for the road?” He asked with his mouth full.

Chuckling, you nodded at him, earning yourself a thumbs up from the boy who went back to eating his food.

While Kamui dined, he couldn’t help but notice how the attention of the rest of the customers had fallen back to you. It wasn’t that they didn’t consider him a threat anymore, rather that they were more interested in the way you moved around, tending to each of their whims ever so cheerfully.

The store was filled with drunken voices, the demands of the men growing louder over time. From asking for seconds and refills, to requesting you to keep them company at their tables. The greed and sleaziness of such men never ceased to amaze him. He had seen such sights in red light districts before, countless of times. It wasn’t anything new or surprising. When it came to such behavior, Yato and humans weren’t any different, he realized, his mind wandering to the deceased Night King.

“Oi, missie, pour us some more sake.”

“Come sit with us, we don’t bite!”

More demands followed, with the men laughing among themselves. Despite their vile requests, the smile on your face remained, not wavering for a single moment. Why was that? Normally no woman with pride would take such behavior, yet rather than talking back at them, you simply fulfilled their commands with enthusiasm. Could it be kindness or was it plain ignorance? He wasn’t sure, but the more he looked at you, the more he came to understand why they seemed so enraptured.

Suddenly, the sound of a plate falling to the floor broke through the laughter of the room, forcing Kamui to look behind his back. An assortment of broken glass had sprawled all over the floor, with you standing before it. One of the men -assuming the one who’d thrown it- was holding onto your arm, persistently asking for you to clean him up.

“Our Y/N is so clumsy! Look at this mess, it’s only right for you to wipe me clean.” The man’s tone was rather sickly, his hand dragging you closer to his crotch while you meekly nodded and smiled.

Although your expression hadn’t changed in particular, Kamui could tell that the man’s behavior was frustrating you. Even when you didn’t pull away, you weren’t giving in. Sigh, why did women have to be so troublesome?

Without giving it much thought, Kamui grabbed onto his nearly empty plate, hurling it towards the man’s head. A loud clang followed as they collided, pieces of red painted glass scattering all over the floor. The man howled in pain, dropping onto his knees with his hands holding onto his head.

“I’m so sorry!” Kamui exclaimed with his widest smile as he walked towards the table. “My, I am so clumsy! Should I clean that up for you?” He asked, peering down at the man.

Blood was dripping down his forehead, two crimson streams cascading his cheeks. Had he thrown it without holding back, perhaps the thing to break wouldn’t have been the plate but rather his skull.

The rest of his company, two men in their late 40s, had risen up along with the customers from the other tables. He didn’t need to look around to feel their killing intent, yet he kept acting oblivious, scratching the back of his head while feigning innocence.

“H-how dare you! You stupid brat, I’ll make you-”

Before the man could finish his sentence, Kamui kicked the chair towards him, the wood snapping in little pieces the second it came to touch with his body. Inducing another cry from the customer, Kamui could barely hold himself from laughing.

“Oopsie! What was that chair doing here?” He exclaimed while tilting his head. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear you, what was it?”

Instead of answering back to him, the man kept squirming pathetically onto the floor, unable to form anything other than whimpers, while the rest of the customers had taken it upon themselves to defend his honor. None of them seemed to be carrying a sword, least of all a gun, yet they had Kamui fully surrounded. He wasn’t itching to fight such weaklings, but looking at them he wasn’t left with much of a choice.

“Wait!” You caught him off guard as you jumped between him and the angry crowd. Everyone -including him- had shifted their attention to you, waiting to see what you could possibly have to say.

“Everyone, how about you go back to your families tonight? Mister Fujimoto, I bet your wife must be worried sick and uh… mister Asakawa, doesn’t your son graduate from school tomorrow? It’d be a great shame to end tonight on a bad note. Besides, next time you visit, how about a round of drinks? On the house, of course.”

Surprisingly enough your words managed to somewhat appease the customers. One by one, they returned to their tables, packing their things before leaving the restaurant. Irritated murmurs followed as the two men escorted their injured friend outside, incomprehensible slurs directed to Kamui as well as you, echoing on their stead.

Once everyone but you and him had remained, you allowed yourself the freedom of sighing out loud. He didn’t seem neither bothered nor relieved by the course of events, but that was expected from a Yato. Situations like this must be a regular occurrence in their daily lives.

“I can see why Abuto is so fond of this place. It certainly is entertaining.” Kamui pondered in a gleeful tone. “Well then, I guess I’ll be taking my leave.”

Waving you goodbye, the redhead made his way outside the door while you stood in place. Although it wasn’t as if you appreciated the mess he had created, part of you couldn’t help but feel rather thankful. It wasn’t too often that a customer defended your honor, be it in the form of violence or not. Letting him go like that would only leave you with a bitter aftertaste, and so, you ran after him, catching up as he was about to cross the street.

“Wait! You should take this.” Searching through your apron, you got hold of the coupon he had previously given you. “It’s not much of a thank you but… if you ever find yourself in Edo again, be sure to pop by for a free meal. These guys only visit at night after work, so-”

“Mhm, understood!” Kamui said as he took the ticket, a bright smile beaming on his face. “Until next time then!”

The next time turned out to be way sooner than you’d thought it’d be, with the boy visiting your restaurant come first morning light. You found him waiting by the door, a smile on his lips while holding an umbrella over his head, ushering you to open the door. Once you did, the two of you made your way inside. Kamui grabbed a seat by the counter, while you went to the kitchen, turning the machines on one by one. Unlike the previous night, he didn’t have much to say, merely ordering his food and eating it in silence. Once he was done, he waved you goodbye and walked outside of the restaurant.

The next morning, around the same time as the previous day, Kamui was once again standing outside the door. He ordered the same food, ate in silence, tipped you off and then left.

The morning after that, he repeated the same ritual. Walked in, ordered, ate, paid, left. Over and over again, he’d follow the same steps, becoming a regular in no time. While the two of you didn’t do much talking, you’d find yourself anticipating the mornings you’d spend together. Despite his nature, there was something about him, a certain quality that manage to brighten up each day. He was unlike the typical customers who liked your food because of you. He seemed to genuinely be fond of the taste, even when he was now having it on a daily basis. Part of you wanted to point him to other dishes, yet whenever you did, he’d brush you off, ordering one more portion of katsudon and sake instead.

One day, he didn’t come. He didn’t come and… although it made no sense for you to feel this way, you were rather saddened by his absence. You knew better than to worry about him, but you couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Abuto in quite some time either. It wasn’t like you to get this attached to customers, but Kamui, whose name you didn’t even know at the time, had managed to capture your attention.

That day, you kept catching yourself looking outside the window, time and time again, awaiting to see the familiar shade of vermilion poking past the frame. Was he even eating well? He probably was, it’s not as if he had nothing to eat before meeting you. Still, you wondered about his well being all the same.

No matter how much you waited, the boy never turned up, not on that day and not on the next day, either.

It wasn’t until a week later that you got to see him again. Another morning visitation, with the sun having barely dawned, yet there he was, same as always, eagerly waiting for you to open business.

Once the two of you were settled inside, Kamui on his preferred stool and you in the kitchen, he didn’t have to place his order for you to start working on his usual katsudon dish. Preparing it in no time, you handed him his meal, only this time, instead of sake you opted for a warm cup of green tea. You expected him to frown at the choice, but to your surprise, the boy simply chuckled before taking a sip.

That’s right. Sake is bad for your stomach this early in the day.

Since it was only the two of you in the store and you hadn’t seen him in quite some time, you took the freedom of sitting beside him, a notion he didn’t seem to mind.

At one point, Kamui turned around and you couldn’t help but notice a red stain poking the corner of his lips. That was unusual, you thought to yourself. There wasn’t any ketchup or anything of this color in his food.

“You have something on your face.” You pointed out, your finger hovering over his mouth in a circle, directing him towards the stain.

He put his fork down, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, before looking down at it.

“Oh? That must be blood.”

It wasn’t an unexpected answer coming from him. After all, despite having the appearance of a regular human, he was still a very capable warrior, one whose mere existence was a synonym of battle.

“Whose is it?” Both you and him were taken aback by your question. Usually you weren’t too nosy but for some reason, you couldn’t hold back your own curiosity.

“Just one of my underlings’. His expiration date came a bit too early than anticipated.” Kamui answered truthfully, digging his fork back into the cutlet.

“It must be hard on you. Having to kill off your comrades and all.”

“Not really. I have no use for weaklings in my team. If they consider themselves worthy of being Harusame, they should at least have the courtesy of being better than the average human mercenary.” He paused briefly, gulping down his bite. “Act the part too.”

That’s right. To someone like him, all humans were weaklings. Even if he walked among the streets of Edo, even if he visited your restaurant so often, you shouldn’t forget the gap between you. But even so, the boy hadn’t given you a chance to be scared of him. Surely, there was that incident on his first visit, yet all he did was for your sake. Even if you hadn’t said much to one another, he was returning all of your smiles. Such a person could never intimidate you.

“Some more tea?” You ask him, filling his cup with glee, unfazed by his explanation.

“Mhm, thank you!” He exclaimed, bottoming its contents up. “Say, Y/N. Why are you not afraid of me?”

“Why would I be? You tip well.”

Despite your attempt at a joke, Kamui stayed quiet, awaiting for a more serious answer. He had placed both his fork and cup down, intertwining his fingers below his jaw.

“Because, you have your own circumstances that you can’t explain, don’t you? Even if the things you do are questionable to some, they don’t define you. Everyone has their own inexplicable situations. The least we can do is be kind to one another, especially when we are unable to see the full picture.”

“You really think that even us Amanto are worth of such kindness? Even when we can annihilate your kind without blinking twice?”

“Even so, yes. Everyone is capable of both giving and receiving kindness. You should know that, after all, you are a very kind person.” Your comment was enough to take him aback, the boy blinking in surprise. “Erm… what I mean to say is that, you are always smiling. I bet that even when you killed your comrade, you did smile, right? That’s a form of kindness too. No one would want for the last thing they see to be a gloomy face.” Even after you finished talking, he was still looking at you wide eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry, idiotic boss, I may have said too much-”

His laughter broke your sentence in half, the boy throwing his head backwards.

“No, it’s fine. Your little speech was quite commendable up until you called me idiotic boss again.” You were about to apologize again, but he shook you off. “Don’t worry about it. Thanks to you I’m considering changing my official title.”

“You had such a thing? What was it?”

“Admiral Nincompoop.” He said in an excitable manner, one that made you wonder whether he was joking or not.

Either way, you couldn’t hold back a chuckle, sharing a laugh with him. It felt rather nice being in his present, having an actual conversation and what not. It certainly was a breath of fresh air, especially when comparing him to your regular customers. You would have never guessed that getting along with an Amanto would be such an easy task, yet you two seemed to be on the same wavelength.

Once you managed to calm yourself down, you noticed another stain on his cheek, only this time, it appeared to be nothing more than rice with onions. Grabbing a napkin, you took the liberty of wiping his face clean, a gesture that made his eyes widen once again. He looked just like a child, you noted to yourself. A very cute yet messy child, who was unable to eat without getting food all over their face.

“I see what Abuto meant by having to clean up after your mess. You are quite the sloppy eater.” Even after pulling the napkin out of his face, he was still looking at you in awe, as if he was stunned. “Now eat up! Don’t want your meal to go cold, do ya?”

After that morning, you found yourself thinking about Kamui more often than before. You wouldn’t go as far as to call it a crush, more like a harmless interest. There was no denying that the boy had a certain charm to him and soon enough, you were noticing certain things about him that you had overlooked. For example, how his eyes sparkled each time he talked to you about his exploits, or about how his loose strand of hair perked up whenever he got excited. The more he visited and the more you observed him, the more he managed to endear himself to you, whether he intended to or not.

He kept visiting you on a near regular basis, with the exception of the times he was traveling with his crew in space. Whenever he came back, he had a bunch of stories to share with you, from his interactions with a mercenary group consisting of earthlings, to the details regarding his battles, all of which had effortlessly been won by him. He’d share all of these stories with you, having no issue when it came to answering your questions, and although your relationship was still fairly shallow, you could tell that the two of you had begun to form a bond. Or at least you hoped so.

It appeared as if things were going well for you, but you couldn’t help but notice how ever since Kamui became a part of your life, your regulars gradually stopped showing up. At first, you thought nothing of it, but soon enough, it came down to you not having a single customer to tend to. The nights that were filled with drunken laughter and excessive noise turned into nothing but a distant memory, with the quietness in your shop resembling a cemetery, more or less.

It was one on of those nights that you caught yourself frowning, your chin buried in your palm as you gazed onto the door, awaiting for someone, anyone really, to enter. If this kept on going, it wouldn’t be too long till you went bankrupt.

Suddenly, the bell behind the door begun to ring, making you spring from your current position in excitement.

“Welcome dear custom-” Your sentence got cut short upon noticing a familiar set of blue eyes staring at you. “Oh, it’s you!”

“Oh? Are you disappointed perhaps?” Kamui asked with a chuckle as he made his way inside.

“No, of course not! I just didn’t expect to see you twice in one day.”

“Don’t you humans have more than one meal per day?”

“That’s right but… Nevermind, I’m just not in the best mood I guess.” You admitted with a sigh. Normally you wouldn’t dare complain to a customer about such personal issues, yet oddly, you felt like you could share your burden with him, even by a little bit.

“Is that so? What’s weighing you down?” He asked, taking a seat at his regular spot.

“Well” You paused, following him towards the counter. “For starters, don’t you notice anything different about this place?”

“Hmm?” He looked around him. “Oh, you mean how there are no disturbances anymore? I took care of that.” Kamui went on in a cheerful tone.

“Wha- What’s that supposed to mean? What did you do?”

“Nothing that can’t be undone, if that’s what you are asking.” Peering at your expression, Kamui couldn’t hold a chuckle back. “Y/N, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful smile?”

“What? I-”

“I’m quite fond of that. Your smile is something I really like but, If I’m being honest, I don’t like seeing you smiling at others, not when you could be smiling at me. So, from now on, you should only be smiling for me.”

For a moment, his words managed to leave you dumbfounded, unable to truly process what he meant by that. He seemed serious, his compliment coming out like a near threat, despite the smile on his lips.

“If someone heard you, they’d get the wrong idea.” You exclaimed in a low voice, not letting yourself believe for a minute that he could actually mean what he said.

“Oh? Which is what?”

“That you are interested in me.”

“That might be the case.” Kamui said in a rather nonchalant tone.

“But… why?”

“Hmm for starters, you are a great cook. You know how to joke around, you are considerate and you look like someone who could bear healthy children.” Wait, what?!? “Even if you are nothing but a fragile earthling, we get along well. Surely, you might get to suffer a horrible death but, if you stick with me, the only heads to roll will be the ones to roll before you. In other words, be mine.”

His sudden confession had taken you aback. There was always a chance that he could be joking, yet everything about the way he spoke was so earnest and genuine, that you couldn’t dispute his claims. Not that you wanted to do so either, but giving him a clear cut answer was near impossible at the moment. You knew for a fact that you also had taken a liking in him, but going out with someone like Kamui would probably not end up well for you, just like he’d suggested. Even so, why couldn’t you decline?

“Kamui, I don’t really know what to say.”

“There’s no need for you to say a thing. Frankly, you don’t have a choice either. Even if you don’t feel the same right now, soon enough you will. You’ll come to understand that once I set my eyes on something, I never back down until I succeed and my eyes are set on you, Y/N. Go out with me. Tonight.”

“But what about the store? It’s not time to close down, what if a customer walks in?”

“I told you, I took care of it.”

“But what about the ingredients? They will spoil if they remain unused.”

Other than half hearted excuses, you had no way of refusing him. He made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t requesting or asking you for anything, he was simply demanding. Confidence oozed from both his stance and his words, the kind of confidence that was enough to convince you to go through with this madness, as your heart begun to race.

“Don’t tell me that’s the issue.” Kamui said, chuckling ever so softly. “Well then, cook for me!”

“What? How could you possibly stomach all this?”

“You are forgetting that us Yato can eat pretty much through everything.” He stated, leaning over the counter. He grabbed a napkin, placing it inside the hem of his shirt while taking hold of a fork and a knife between his knuckles. “Get to work, I’ll be waiting till you are done.”

Looking at his determination, you decided that there was no way out of this. He really meant it when he said he wouldn’t be backing down.

Well, looks like it can’t be helped anymore. Without any further a do, you walked into the kitchen, wrapping the apron around your waist, as you got down to work.

By the time you were done, you had enough food to feed at least the Shogun’s entire army. Everything from soba noodles, natto and yakitori, to katsudon, gyoza and donburi were sprawled across the counter. Despite Kamui’s claims -and the way his eyes gleamed so brightly upon gazing at all the different delicacies-, you were still doubting his ability to stomach everything. Yet once he got down to it, cleaning plate after plate without receiving any help, you couldn’t help but wonder, whether he truly hadn’t reached his limits yet or whether he was doing all that for you. Either way, you could only watch in amazement as he devoured everything, his rhythm slowing down after gobbling near 17 plates up.

His movements grew sloppy, more food falling onto the counter and his face, rather than his mouth. You tried to stop him, telling him that there was no need for him to keep going, but he wasn’t having any of that. He kept on going until there was nothing left, until he could barely keep his head up anymore.

“Kamui?” You asked, walking closer to him. The tip of his braid had fallen inside the soup’s bowl, while his face had dropped inside the rice pot. His eyes were shut while he kept slurring words between his teeth, words that you couldn’t really make any meaning of.

“Kamui?” You repeated his name, only this time you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I finished it all so you should… go… out… with… me…” He managed to grunt with his eyes still closed. Although you’d clearly heard his voice, there was no denying it. He had fallen asleep.

“What a stubborn boy you are.” You mumbled as you brought your hand to his face, brushing a couple of grains off his cheek.

His fair skin felt soft to the touch, softer than anything you had ever touched. Before you knew it, you found yourself caressing him ever so gently, your thumb dragging circles along his cheek. He looked so cute and peaceful while sleeping, that you had no choice but to sit there, taking in his image while admiring him. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

To your surprise, Kamui let you do as you wanted. Even when you fished his braid out of the bowl, lightly running your fingers through his disheveled hair, he didn’t do as much as complain, merely ‘mhm’-ing in agreement.

You pushed the plates out of the way, propping your chin onto your elbow while you kept watching over him, a smile widening upon your lips.

“I don’t know about smiling to others no more but… I think from now on, I’ll be smiling for you a whole lotta more.” As expected, there was no reply coming from his side.

Leaning closer to him one final time, you lowered yourself before his ear, whispering your final answer to him.

“Yes. I will go out with you, idiotic boss.”

A/N: I feel like Kamui is the kind of impulsive person who wouldn't need to be egged on after being the slightest interested in someone. He'd waste no time and he'd just go for it so yeah, hope this was fine ^^

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widow-maximov · 3 years ago

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hi! i love your work and was wondering if you’d write a one shot where reader is thor’s younger sister and it’s her first time visiting earth. she’s clueless and doesn’t know how anything works 😩 wanda and nat get super smitten and eventually fall for the reader 😳 can we also get some protective big sister hela ♥️♥️♥️

Goodbye forever..

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, little bit of angst :3

Summary: First time visiting a place and being left by your brother, Thor for safety, falling into hands of Natasha and Wanda, will they help you adapt?

Word count: 4.1k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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"Asgard is in danger at the moment so I had to bring her down here Stark" Thor explained as you stood not far from him as you looked around.

"That's not what I'm saying, she doesn't know anything here and I can't babysit her, I am a busy man if you haven't noticed" Tony raised his concerns.

"I'm not asking you to babysit her, all I need is for to stay here until Asgard is clear from whatever is putting it in danger" Thor had that charm at convincing people to what he wants, which was working on Tony.

"What if she leaves or something? Or accidently hurts someone with her powers, she's still young and doesn't know her full strength" Tony was sitting down as he slowly started to crack, but there were doubts.

Thor looked back at you as you stared at the one of the tools that were laying around "She is young but she has been trained by me and Loki but if you're still worried, Wanda knows how to control her powers so she can train her and just keep an eye out. She is the strongest so she can easily over power her"

There was a moment of silence as Tony thought "Okay, I will brief Wanda about this"

Thor smiled widely as he was quick to give the rather smaller man a hug "I will be back as soon as possible"

Tony nodded with a small smile himself as he asked for Wanda, Thor turned towards you and took couple steps towards you which caught your attention "Y/n"

You looked at him with a smile "Brother"

"You'll be staying here for now until I came back from Asgard" He place his hand on your shoulder.

"I could help you fight in Asgard, you don't need to leave me here" Convincing Thor was a lot more harder than anyone really thought.

"We already spoke about this Y/n and you know my answer to that, I will try to visit but until then I'm ordering you to stay here and you can't leave" Thor stood straight as he slightly tensed when this was mentioned again.

You nodded, it's not like you had a choice and he nodded back "Good" Just in time Wanda walked in as she saw Thor since he was blocking you from her view, he turned with a smile at her sight, to which Tony walked out.

He hugged you "They will take care of you don't worry"

You nodded once again as you let a tear slide down your cheek, this was a big change, you didn't know anyone here and you was slightly afraid but only slightly.

He moved to the side to which now Wanda had a full view on you "Wanda, that's Y/n, you'll be training her. They will brief you now I have to go" Tony explained as he walked out.

Wanda raised her eyebrows at Tony but her gaze shifted to you and Thor to which she took couple steps, Thor rolled his eyes at Tony "Well anyways, this is Y/n as Tony said, she will be staying here for some time before I came back so I just need you to keep an eye out and keep her out of trouble so Tony doesn't try to kill me"

Wanda nodded as she smiled at you "Okay, that's not a problem, If I understood from what Tony said I will be training her?"

He nodded "Yes, she has powers even though she has them under control but just in case, just give her some tips or something"

Wanda wanted to know why you were here but she didn't want to cross any lines, she will find out if you tell her and that's what she will stick to.

"Well I have to go.." He stated as he awkwardly waited for Wanda to stop staring at you.

"Okay, I will show her around then" Wanda looked at Thor with a smile as he nodded, he gave you the last hug and walked off.

You followed Wanda around as she showed you everything, your room, meeting room, party room, training room, anything that she knew of, the last was the living room where most of the team was.

No one knew you were Thor's sister and you didn't know they didn't know so you just went along with it, as soon as you walked into the living room, the TV caught your attention.

Wanda stood near the kitchen as she faced you "Well this is the living room where the team usually relaxes after missions"

"And there is the kitchen to make food, usually I cook since they can barely make toast without burning it" She pointed towards the door that led to the kitchen.

You looked and smiled "Thank you, I think I understand everything now"

She nodded "Well if you have any questions, you can ask me"

This pulled the teams attention toward Wanda, their eyes landed on you and they quickly gathered around the two of you "Who is this?" Steve asked as he crossed his arms.

"This is Y/n, Thor brought her here from Asgard for the time being, so she will be staying with us" Wanda simply explained.

They all nodded and Wanda asked again "So Y/n do you have any questions?"

You nodded with a small smile "Yes, why are there people stuck in a box?"

Natasha frowned in confusion "People stuck in a box?"

You nodded as you pointed towards the TV "There, they seem to be frozen"

Natasha along with everyone looked over to see what you were talking about, Natasha tried her best to keep her chuckle in as she looked back at you "It's a TV, this is already recorded so we are just watching back"

Your lips turned into a perfect O shape as you nodded "Oh that's definitely new"

Sam held his face as he stared at you "You don't have TV's in Asgard?!"

You shook your head "That is not a thing, no. We have advanced technology there"

"Well, besides that I'm Steve" He reached his hand out for you, you looked at Wanda a little clueless to which she giggled slightly and showed you what to do.

You smiled widely at the hand shake, and then moved to Sam and Bucky and Bruce, they all shook your hand but when it came to Natasha, you leaned down and kiss her hand as she introduced herself.

They all stared at you with shock, Natasha didn't pull away which was more of a shock for the team, you turned back as you looked at the team "Is this not normal for people to do?"

They shook their head with awkward smiles "Not really, unless you're are rich and you're looking for a business deal"

You nodded slowly and looked over at Wanda "Don't worry I will teach you everything"

You gave a quick nod as you excused yourself to go back to your room, to which the team went back to watching the movie but Natasha lingered near Wanda.

"What is it Natasha?" Wanda asked as she knew it was her.

"Do you mind me tagging along?" The redhead didn't waste any time.

Wanda looked at her with her brows raised "Really? But why?"

She shrugged "I have nothing else to do"

Wanda tilted her head "Didn't you just tell the team you were overloaded with mission reports?"

"Well they aren't interesting unlike our new female recruitment" Natasha leaned on a door frame as a small smirk made it's way to her lips.

"Yeah okay, it will be easier with another person around" Wanda nodded to agree and started to prepare things to cook.

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For few weeks, Natasha and Wanda trained and taught you how to be more human, which you really appreciated. It wasn't as bad as you thought this stay would be, you grew fond of the two women quite quickly.

The witch and the former assassin felt the same, well they were more aware of what those feelings were but for you it was a lot more harder to understand why you wanted to spend more time with them than the rest of the group.

The two women started to fall in love with you and each time it was harder to hide. The team had their suspicions to which they were confirmed each time.

There was this one time...

"Okay, we need to somehow get some clothes for Y/n" Tony stated as he tried to think of a loophole.

You was standing in front of him, being quiet and just waiting for them to come up with a solution, your attention shifted to Steve "We can always just go shopping with Y/n"

Bucky raised his brows at Steve "As if you know anything about women's fashion"

Steve frowned "I rather think of myself as an expert"

Sam laughed "Yeah an expert in messing up, she would look like fashion show gone wrong"

Tony even manged to crack a smile at the comment "Sorry Steve but no"

Steve dramatically huffed "You guys are so mean, you need to give me a chance"

A voice spoke up from behind them "Give you a chance for what Steve?"

You turned around at the familiar voice, as you saw Wanda and Natasha walk in, a smile spread across your lips at the sight of them and you waved at them and quickly going back to your serious face after they wave back.

"It seems like Steve wants to buy me clothes" You spoke up for the first time since you was called in her.

"That's a terrible idea" Natasha spoke up this time as she walked past Steve with Wanda and stood next to you.

"Thanks for the support Romanoff" Steve sounded offended at the comment, earning a laugh from Wanda.

"You know what, just leave it up to us Tony, we will take care of this little issue" Wanda proposed the idea to which Tony quickly agreed and went on with his little project.

And so Wanda and Natasha snuck you out and went on a shopping spree to find you better clothes. You looked like you were from the medieval rather than from this century so a new wardrobe was in desperate need.

You ended up buying a lot of clothes and decided to explore a bit before coming back, you had like 10 bags in one hand and it was still light to you, it was pretty impressive and definitely Natasha with Wanda admired the way your muscles would flex.

The amount of dirty jokes Natasha had to swallow down, Wanda didn't even need to look into her mind, she was thinking the same thing.

You stopped abruptly as you looked at the creature before you "Stay behind I will protect both of you"

Natasha nearly bumped into you to which she peeked to see what you were talking about "Protect from what Y/n?"

"That creature" You narrowed at the dog that was walking lazily with it tongue out.

Wanda looked at Natasha with a smile at how cute you were with your knowledge "It's a dog, not a creature Y/n/n"

You looked over at Wanda "A dog? It wont try to attack us?"

She shook her head with a smile, she pulled the woman's attention who was walking the dog "Sorry, do you think my friend can pet your cute dog?"

The woman was quick to agree with a big smile across her lips, Natasha kneeled down and you followed her lead, she placed her hand over yours, you felt goose bumps at the contact and she placed your hand on the dogs head.

"See, it just loves pets" Natasha spoke softly to you as she watched your reaction.

You were sceptic at first but gently petted the little dog, a smile slowly appeared across your lips as you looked over to Natasha, inches away from her face, if heart eyes were real Natasha would definitely have them in that moment.

"It's harmless.." You stated out practically with disbelief.

Wanda smiled as she placed her hand on your shoulder, she felt her heart melt at the scene in front of her "Okay, let's go and grab something to eat"

You looked at the woman in front of you and thanked her politely "She really trained that creature very well"

"Why do you call it a creature?" Wanda asked curiously as she linked her arm with yours and so did Natasha.

"Well in Asgard we have Fenris Wolf, they are a lot bigger but very violent and it did look like Fenris so I was worried it would try to hurt you both"

They were melting, the way you felt like you had to protect them from a Fenris Wolf and put yourself in danger first, it was adorable and there was slight worry in your tone.

"Well" Wanda spoke with a huge smile "Thank you for worrying"

You smiled back and looked between the two women who were on either of your side "You shouldn't thank me, ladies should be treated like treasure"

An innocently precious look settled across the two women's faces at your words, their eyes filled with adoration and love, you were perfect and that's what they loved about you.

Or this time...

You had woke up pretty early, having your mind set to preparing breakfast for the two redheads, you wanted to do something nice for how they both took care of you and always made sure that you felt a little bit less loner here.

You knew how to cook but it was a little difficult to make anything here with earth ingredients, that didn't mean you would give up, you make sure Natasha and Wanda taught you how to use something called internet, you managed to search up videos and taught yourself how to make food.

With a smile at your success, you delivered your food to their beds, Natasha and Wanda shared a room together which made it a lot easier to give them your hard worked breakfast.

You memorized the way they did their coffee and quietly walked inside their bedroom, with food and coffee in hand. You placed it down as you slowly started to wake the women in bed.

Wanda was quicker to wake up, she sat up as she stared at you "What is wrong Y/n/n?"

Natasha slowly stirred as she opened one eye and looked at you and half awake Wanda, she never was a morning person so she groaned at being woken up.

"I have made food for my two favourite ladies" You stated simple with a innocent smile.

Wanda rubbed her eyes and finally was able to take in the smell and the sight of the food, it was waffles with blueberries and whipped cream, it was both of their favourite.

She looked at you again "Thank you Y/n/n"

She looked over at Natasha who had a smile but her eyes were shut "Yeah thank you Y/n I really appreciate food in bed"

"You welcome Lady Natasha"

Wanda giggled at how you called her "You didn't have to do this"

You stood up as you walked over to the food and give Wanda her plate and Natasha as well "Nonsense, I will be forever grateful how yous have treated me, with most care and respect so I shall give back something as well"

Natasha smirked "You should definitely feed me if you want to give back something"

Wanda raised her brows at Natasha's comment to which you proceed at her command "Anything you wish for Lady Natasha"

Natasha chuckled as she waved her hand to dismiss you "I was joking Y/n but I appreciate your dedication"

"You are most certainly welcome" You bowed down in front of them, earning nods and slight giggles.

This was just a pure moment between the three of you, something that the redheads treasured and adored, it was those moments that made them realise how important you had become to their simple lives, you bright them up and surprise them each time which was new compared to the boring days on earth.

If we were to go through all of the times, we would be here for days, but the point has been made to why the team had their suspicions.

Weeks turned into months and you definitely was better and had a better grasp on your powers, you learnt their language properly and slang which made expressing a lot more easier.

The only thing you struggled was your feelings, asking was a lot more complicated since you didn't quite understand what you should even ask, you wanted to just be with them and when you learnt about something called kissing, it never left your mind.

To understand it better you searched everything they had on kissing on the internet, realising it's something you wanted to do, something you wanted to experience with Wanda and Natasha.

So now that you understood that, you were determent to ask about it to Wanda and Natasha, making your way towards the meeting room where they were.

You opened the door and almost immediately they looked up at you "Y/n/n what brings you here"

You felt hot just at them looking at you "Lady Natasha, Lady Wanda" You bowed as you always did.

Natasha noticed your nervous to which she stood up and Wanda followed, she walked over to you with a soft smile "Why are you nervous Y/n?"

You smiled nervously at her "I wanted to talk"

Wanda followed right after with a soft smile just like Natasha's "What do you want to talk about Darling" They slightly trapped you in between them which you didn't mind at all.

You took a deep breath and just as words were about to leave your mouth, a familiar voice to you spoke up but to the redheads it was unknown "There you are Y/n"

You turned to face the voice as Natasha took a step in front of you along with Wanda, her hands ready to fire away with red mist, what took them off guard was your question "Sister Hela?"

They looked back at you with shocked faces, the tall woman stood in the same place but just opened her arms for you, to which you gladly took, you hugged her.

Living on earth for long and having company made you forget that Asgard even existed in the first place "What are you doing here?"

"I will get to that in a second, right now I want to know why these two trapped you?" The protective sister was activated as she death stared the two women in front of her.

You pulled away from Hela as you looked in the direction of the two redheads "They didn't trap me, they are cool don't worry"

"Cool?" Hela questioned as she raised her brows at you "Is this the language they teach on earth?"

She shook her head "I knew your brother did a mistake taking you here"

Natasha crossed her arms "I'm sorry but who are you?"

She looked with no emotions at Natasha "Hela Goddess of death?"

"Doesn't ring a bell" Natasha spat out with a cold glare.

"Thor's sister?" She answered but more in a question tone.

Wanda looked from you to Hela as realisation hit her "If you are Thor's sister... And Y/n is your younger sister.. That means Thor is Y/n's brother"

You nodded simply "Yes, I thought everyone knew"

Wanda facepalmed herself "Of course! That's why you were so clueless of everything on earth and your powers! You are a goddess"

Wanda looked up at you with the most huge smile anyone had witnesses, she was impressed and surprised at her discovery, Natasha spoke up with a smile "Damn she's more badass than we thought"

"Well, this interaction seems nice but I'm here because it's safe to come back to Asgard, Thor sent me to fetch you" Hela cut in before this can go any further.

You looked at Hela "Asgard is safe?"

She nodded with a smile "Yes, you can come back home"

Those smiles that were on the redheads lips, fell almost instantly at Hela's words. They didn't want to lose you, there was an obvious pain in their hearts at this news but they decided to stay strong.

You nodded at her "Is brother Thor here?"

"Yes, I believe he is talking with some people inside, so now let's go so you can say your goodbyes with everyone" She spoke up as she placed her hand on your shoulder.

"Okay sister" You agreed as you looked over at Natasha and Wanda.

"We are right behind you Y/n/n" Wanda spoke up through the pain in her throat, she was going to break and she didn't want you to see.

You nodded and your sister led you towards the rest of the people, you hugged Thor as you commented "Nice haircut, I really like it"

He laughed "Thank you Y/n, the long hair was really hard to fight with"

You nodded and pulled away, so you started off by saying goodbye to everyone, they had grown pretty attached to you and your weird outbursts, they grown to love you as you and your food.

The last two people that were left were Natasha and Wanda, you walked over to them. You wished you had realised what you felt towards them and acted on it before you had to come back.

They both hugged you, each face on your shoulders as you whispered "I wish I could stay more but it isn't my choice"

Natasha had a sad smile as she whispered back "Everyone has a choice детка (baby)"

You pulled away and looked at Wanda who let tears finally slide down her face, you wiped it with your thumb as you looked into her eyes "I will miss yous"

Wanda nodded as she chocked out "We will miss you too, make sure to visit more often"

You nodded and finally returned next to your brother and sister, you couldn't stop your heart practically breaking at the sight of Wanda's eyes looking like a waterfall, whilst Natasha tried to act strong.

It felt like everything was muted until Thor spoke up "Have you gathered everything important Y/n?"

You looked up at him, in this moment you knew what to do "No"

He tilted his head "Well then go bring that important thing to take with us"

"It's impossible" You stated.

"How so?"

You looked over at Hela who had a proud smile across her lips "Are you sure Y/n?"

You nodded as you wiped a tear from your cheek "Okay, what's happening that I don't know off"

"Forgive me brother but I will not go to Asgard because I'm not leaving what's important to me" You spoke up with more confidence.

There was a gasp from practically everyone in the room but you only heard Wanda's "I am staying here because this has became my home when you left"

You looked back at the two redheads "I don't want to leave them because they are important to me and I think I might have feelings for them"

Thor had a smile across his face so when you finally looked back at him, he spoke "Okay Y/n, I'm glad you are able to decide for yourself and what you need"

His gaze shifted to the Russian and the Sokovian "I'm glad you found a home in these two"

You looked back with a smile as you made your way towards them and finally blurred out "I want to kiss yous"

Wanda giggled whole heartedly as your outburst as Natasha giggled with her brows raised perfectly "Are you sure?"

"You said everyone has a choice, so I chose to want to kiss the both of you" You said in one sentence so nervously to which Natasha proudly smiled and pulled you into her face, kissing you and you kissed her back gently, just like you were.

You pulled away and instantly Wanda collided her lips with yours, guiding you and preventing herself from deepening the kiss in front of everyone, she pulls away, leaving you wanting more, just like whenever you would spend your time with them.

"Okay okay, enough" Hela spoke up with slight disgust in her voice, causing the three of you to look over and turn the whole room into giggles.

"But I swear if my little sister ends up heartbroken, I will haunt you two redheads to the rest of your life" There was seriousness in Hela's tone and they both respectfully nodded, acknowledging Hela's words.

This time you were saying goodbye, not to the people you met here but to your previous life and welcoming the new beginning with open arms....

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heyhey! i hope your day is going well :D can i request a sub!sapnap x dom!reader where sap always teases reader about them being a sub,, and that he could definitely dom them, then reader decides they had enough and shows him who's in charge >:] also could i be 🌱 anon please? thank youu <3

you are such a genius for this one, welcome 🌱 anon so happy to have you! :) sorry this took so long, I kept getting set back, and I was never quite happy with how it sounded. also I’ve never written dom!reader so I hope this lives up to your expectations. ENJOY!

competitive.

(sub!sapnap x reader)

(cw: smut, dom!reader, dacryphilia if you squint, handjob, mdni)

it was no secret that you and sapnap were both extremely competitive. everything the two of you did turned into a game of who did it best.

today was like any other, the two of you occupying yourself with a game of basketball. you were already aware you’d never hear the end of sapnap’s shit talking before the game even started, but that didn’t stop you from throwing a few insults of your own.

the two of you bounced teasing and colorful insults between one another, trying to see which could get under the other’s skin the fastest.

“short bitch.” you teased, which evidently tipped sapnap over the edge. from that point on his jabs were non stop. chronic shit talker.

“you’re literally so ass.”

“who’s short now bitch?”

“MISS!”

all were shouted in your direction as he continuously made shot, after shot. usually petty things like this didn’t bother you, but you were becoming increasingly annoyed.

however this time something clicked— an idea. you were never really the dominant one, but his ego needed to be knocked in the cruelest way possible.

“I’ll have you begging just for me, just wait, asshole.” you murmured, the manner joking, but there was some truth laced behind your words. you attempted to bite back your laughter at his sudden change in expression, not expecting such a reaction from him. his face flushed red, his demeanor becoming much less dominating, but the two of you continued about your game.

it started with suggesting that you shower together after being in the blazing heat all afternoon. of course sapnap excitedly agreed.

the second you were under the warm water, his hands roamed every inch of your skin, placing soft kisses against your neck. he already wanted you after having you so close.

but despite his soft advances, you didn’t return the favor, only focusing on cleaning yourself off. he huffed in annoyance, but didn’t protest.

more time passed and you were now sat straddling his lap as he edited a video for his channel. you’d almost forgotten about your plan— almost.

your head was placed on his shoulder, the two of you being sat in this position for what felt like hours. as far as he knew, you were asleep. the thought of continuing your reign crossed your mind once more when you heard his annoyed grumbles.

you shifted yourself against him, making sure to push your ass into the imprint in his sweatpants. your teeth buried into your lips upon hearing his small grunt.

you stilled for a moment— hoping he’d still believe your sleeping facade. he ignored the feeling growing in his stomach and continued back with his work.

you let a few more beats slip by, before repeating your action, but much harder this time.

a small and shaky breath released from sapnap’s lips, his hand going up to tap you gently on the shoulder.

“baby.” he whispered, trying to shake you “awake.” you ignored his desperate attempt to pull you from your daze, and shifted once more.

“y/n.” he spoke a bit louder this time. you sat up, peering at him through your lashes. your gaze flashed a mix of innocence and determination, causing a small breath to catch in his throat.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. just be still please.” his voice was soft and gentle, precisely where you wanted him.

“how come?” your voice starkly contrasted from his. your tone was condescending, mocking even.

he looked down at your with furrowed brows— of confusion or pleasure? you couldn’t tell.

“I-“ he paused, his thoughts tangling together. perhaps your exhaustion was a red herring, or perhaps he was overthinking.

“speak up for me baby.” your words were demanding, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. definitely a red herring.

“you’re making me hard.” his words were small as he shifted himself under you.

“am I?” you quipped back, slowly beginning to grind down onto his lap. this time you kept at a steady rhythm, watching as his face unfolded into pleasure.

he pulled his hands off his mouse and keyboard, hovering them over your hips.

“can I touch you?” he asked.

you simply nodded in response. you were surprised he submitted so easily, but here he was melting under you.

the feeling of his cold fingers pushing into your soft skin was driving you wild. he used his hold on your hips as leverage to rut himself further again you— silently begging for more. but you weren’t going to let him get by that easily.

your hand reached between his legs, beginning to palm him over his sweats. his soft breaths quickly turned into straggled moans.

“so close already?” you mocked. he clenched his jaw.

“I asked you a question.” you added.

“ye-yes.” he nodded. if you weren’t so determined, his whines of desperation would’ve caused you to give in then and there.

you increased your movements in both pressure and speed until you felt his thighs begin to clench. a tell tale sign that he was close.

“im gonna cum.” he whimpered, his hips bucking upwards.

you ceased your movements and watched as his facial expressions shifted. his eyes were pleading, the boy practically crying under you.

“did I tell you that you could cum?” you asked. he was too embarrassed to speak, only shaking his head in response.

“didnt think so. you ask first, okay?” the words slipped so easily.

your hands felt like fire hovering above where he needed you oh so desperately.

“okay—“ he breathed.

“good boy.” you praised, your words alone sending chills over his arms.

your fingers danced around the waistband of his underwear, only this time they actually slipped inside.

a guttural sigh slipped his lips as he felt your fingers wrap around his cock. this is exactly what he needed.

sapnap threw his head back, his eyes fluttering closed. all he could feel was the weight of you on his thighs and the pressure slowly building in his stomach once more.

he wanted you any way he could get you, and if your hand was all you’d allow— then he’d bask in the crumb of it.

he felt his climax building once more. his moans grew more whiny, the boy pleading out small murmurs of “please” and “feels so good.”

your pace grew relentless, making sure you pushed him just close enough to the edge where he’d have to beg.

your lips pressed into his neck, leaving a wet sloppy trail behind and that was his final straw. he couldn’t hold himself out any longer. sapnap bit back his boastful pride, pulling his head up to watch your hand pump around him.

“please can I cum, I’ve been so good.” his voice was barely audible, but you didn’t push him any further, just simply nodded.

a soft “thank you” straggled from his lips before his moans momentarily halted. for a moment all that could be heard was the wet sounds of your hand around him, that was until his moans grew the loudest you’d ever heard them. his body writhed under yours, hands gripping into your hips so tightly you knew you’d see it in the morning.

a silent smirk washed over your features as you watched him try to regain himself. his breathing was beginning to slow, and his moans were growing softer.

the two of you sat like this for awhile, wrapped in the presence of the other. you were extra careful as to not move while you sat on top of his crotch.

“fuck.” he mumbled, once he was able to come back to his surroundings. he pulled his hands from your hips, his eyes kindly meeting yours.

a shit eating grin washed over your features before speaking, “next time you try to rile me up like that, im gonna remind you of this.”

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