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poor… guys? poor guy. - platonic!yan!eclipse & gn!reader

cw: post ruin dlc, gn!reader, all lowercase, platonic, yandere eclipse, 2nd person, i count eclipse as one person like steven universe fusions, not rly a cw but reader lives on a farmhouse bc HOW THE FUCK do you fit SIX animatronics in a 1b 1ba studio apartment

summary: you used to work with sun and moon at the daycare, but after the fire that decimated the pizzaplex, you wonder if your favorite animatronics are still alive.

this fic is not 18+, but my other content is. mdni.

you miss the daycare in the pizzaplex—you didn’t particularly love kids, but the attendants were endearing and it paid decently well. of course, you hadn’t been back since that little kid let the place on fire.

it had been… a couple years, but one night you were just bored enough to break in. you didn’t want to before, you knew it’d be swarming with annoying kids. that, and it felt disrespectful to break in to a place you once held dear.

it was just as torn up as you assumed it would be. you sighed at how dark the place was. you seriously needed to find a flashlight soon, most s.t.a.f.f. bots had one but it looked like the few you’d run into had already lost their flashlights.

you checked through a couple rooms, but the only place you were really looking for was the daycare—you just wanted closure, that the daycare attendant was really dead—or, as dead as a robot can be. where was map-bot when you need them?

you saw the red of a toolbox and opened it, but to your dismay there was only a ‘fazwrench,’ which you’d used before when you were a technician, but you were moved to the daycare when some other guy who was a lot more qualified than you was hired. you pocketed the fazwrench anyways—it might be useful.

you see a s.t.a.f.f. bot with a flashlight and you approached it. it sprung to life and pointed the flashlight at you, but it died afterwards. you scooped up the flashlight and clicked it on, finding a torn up map that told you where you were.

if the pizzaplex wasn’t in so much disrepair, you’d have already known where you were, but crumbling walls and graffiti had covered much of the area and messed with your sense of direction.

wading through the rubble, you find the massive doors that you had grown accustomed to stepping through every night. the door creaked open and you held your breath, surveying the collapsed wreckage of the playpens. as you took a step inside, you heard a clattering.

“hello? anyone here?”

you asked tentatively, hoping to the gods that the only beings in here were you and the rats. you can’t hear anything else.

“…got it.”

you called out. you stepped forward and began looking around.

“if anyone’s here, i’m just looking for the sun and moon animatronic.”

you announced, kicking a couple balls around from in the ball pit. worst case, some stuff had collapsed on him and broke him completely. best case, he was pinned down or in the ball pit or just hiding.

“i know you.”

you hear an animatronic voice say. it’s not quite sun and definitely not moon, more like a much softer, friendlier mix sun, so you’re wondering who exactly it is.

“i know you! you’re my best friend!”

“wait, hello? where are you?”

“look up!”

looking up, you see what looks to be sun, but he’s odd. his sun rays are out, but so is his night cap. his clothes are a mix of both, and his face looks like a mesh of both too.

“which one are you?”

you ask, watching as he lowered himself down from the wire.

“i’m eclipse.”

he speaks like the host of a kid’s show, enunciating each word. eclipse brings you in for a hug, his wires and bare endoskeleton poking you.

“ah, scraping me a little there.”

“oh, i’m so sorry! where have you been, friend? i missed you! i can’t clean up alone, you know. we have a lot of work cut out for us, we need to clean up before the kids come.”

he set you down sitting criss-cross in front of you, yet still managing to be as tall as your chest.

“um, s—eclipse, the pizzaplex is abandoned.”

you explain gently. actually, it could have been sugarcoated a little more, but whatever.

“what?”

“it’s abandoned. there was this massive disaster that happened a couple years ago, and nobody did cleanup. i was trying to find you.”

“well, that can’t be true! can it?”

“it is, eclipse. don’t you see how crumbly the whole building is? and the graffiti?”

“but… i just came back.”

“yeah, i’m confused about the whole ‘you’ thing, too. i’ve never met you.”

“yes you have! you met both of me.”

“they’re both you?”

you echoed.

“of course!”

sun’s voice came from the robot’s speaker this time.

“so when will the children come back?”

eclipse asks, his head spinning in a circle.

“eclipse, we need to get you out of here. i don’t think anyone is going to come back.”

you decide. eclipse stands up.

“leave? i can’t leave the pizzaplex, friend! i’m programmed not to.”

“eclipse, you can’t stay here. you’re going to end up rotting here.”

you remember the fazwrench in your pocket.

“come here, i can turn off that command. i’m so lucky i live alone.”

you mutter. this is a stupid decision. bringing home a 7-foot tall robot just because you liked it a couple years ago. stupid, stupid.

“you know how to code? that’s amazing!”

…okay, he’s not so bad. you smile softly as he allows you to plug into him. it’s rather easy to recode him, fazbear entertainment should invest in more security.

“you should be good. how do you feel?”

“i don’t feel very different, but i know you changed me. thank you, friend.”

“do you know how to get to parts and services? i’m kinda directionally blind.”

“why do we need to go there?”

“i still have my key. i can raid them of spare parts and fix you back up.”

“really!? you’ve always been so thoughtful.”

you chuckle at his words.

“do you know where it is, though?”

“i do! i can patrol at night, remember?”

“right. i remember the lock-ins.”

you followed him outside the daycare. he took one last look at his room.

“i wish fazbear entertainment still did lock-ins.”

eclipse sighed. before stepping out, he paused.

“wait, can i bring something? please?”

“sure? as long as it’s not very big.”

“it’s not! i’ll be right back.”

eclipse ascends into the air and returns to the stage, disappearing behind the curtain to a room. he returns a couple seconds later with a handful of papers in his claws, all child-made art for him.

“okay! let’s go to parts and services.”

“do you want me to carry that for you?”

“would you really?”

“sure.”

you open your bag and carefully slot the papers in so they don’t crinkle more than they already are.

“thank you!”

he again says gratefully, bringing you into another spiky hug.

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when you open the door to parts and services, a couple rats scurry past. they don’t bother you.

“alright, just go lay on that bed over there.”

you instruct, unlocking the animatronic parts closet. you sweep all of the extra parts into your bag and rummage through the clothing.

you find the sun/moon outfit and some eclipse-specific spare parts in a box high up. they hadn’t been touched in ages, it looked like the repairmen neglected sun and moon in favor of the glamrocks.

you found just enough to put him back together, luckily, but you couldn’t find the paint. you’d been looking for a couple minutes when you give up.

“hey, eclipse, have you seen the paint anywh-“

you find him standing behind you. his mask makes it to where he’s smiling 24/7, but he’s definitely not pleased.

“you’re taking a long time.”

“sorry, i’m looking for paint. go lay back down, i’ll be there in a second.”

“it’s right here.”

he picked up a small bucket of paint nestled inside a cluster of cobwebs in the far corner of a shelf. with his massive 7 foot frame, he towers over you and reaches for it without even leaning over.

“thanks, eclipse…”

you mutter, nervous by his behavior.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

“okay!”

he snaps back into a cheerful demeanor.

“so what happened to you? you lost a foot, your endo’s peeking out, and some of your sun rays are broken.”

“some of the play place collapsed on me.”

“i’m sorry to hear that. listen, i’m gonna power you off while i do this, okay? you might be able to think and such while i’m repairing you, but i don’t want you moving or talking in case i mess up.”

“okay, you can power me off.”

he says, laying back and waiting.

you wedge the spare foot back on him carefully. once it’s in place, you begin unscrewing eclipse’s facial plates. you cut off his clothing so you can wipe down his endo with alcohol wipes.

after the cleaning, you slip the fresh clothes on him and then begin placing new or cleaned plastic body pieces on. you even remove, clean, and repaint his eyes, giving him back the blue irises that had long since faded into white.

you put the new faceplate on with a click and then power eclipse back on. he blinks—actually blinks, since his old faceplate’s eyelids were kept permanently open by food buildup from little kids. he looked better than he did when you worked with him, not to brag.

“how you feeling, eclipse?”

“oh my. i feel wonderful!”

he hops up and stares at a cracked window, looking at his reflection.

“alright, good. i kinda wanna leave asap, i don’t like being here this long. minor sense of foreboding in my bones.”

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passing by the front entrance, you hear crying coming from a robot voice, unmistakably roxanne wolf.

“is that roxy?”

you whisper to eclipse. he bristles and looks back over at you.

“it is roxy. but you said we had to leave, right? so let’s go.”

he says a little louder than necessary.

“who’s there!?”

roxy asks, standing up and stumbling around.

“i can hear you. gregory!? get over here!”

she sprints into the foyer. eclipse hooks his hands around your waist as he ascends back into the air—you’d never been more grateful for the cable he can fly with.

“i feel bad for her.”

you murmur. she looks absolutely awful.

“but you have me, remember? your best friend? you can’t take her too.”

“i have to do something. i’ll come back, maybe tomorrow.”

“without me? i should come too. she’s dangerous, remember? she was going to hurt you.”

you sigh.

“sure, eclipse, you’re more than welcome to come too.”

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you’re lucky he’s able to bend into a shorter shape. you kinda wonder how to fit his gangly frame, but he curls up into a ball for the trip over. he apparently doesn’t like car rides, so he keeps his hand safely entwined in yours.

“so, i live on a farmhouse, but my animals share a barn. there’s another barn that i fixed up so stray cats had some shelter, you can live in that or we can figure out how to fit you in my house.”

you said. he stares at you for a moment but ultimately decides.

“your house. it’ll be safer. i can protect you and clean the rooms and help make food.”

“okay. you’ll live in my house, then.” you decided.

#eclipse fnaf #eclipse x reader #eclipse fnaf sb #fnaf ruin #ruin dlc #x reader #tw yandere #yandere eclipse x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #platonic yandere #idk what other tags to add #yandere eclipse

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iamnotokaythx · 9 months

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decided platonic yandere, nothing too crazy though its just him threatening others and being too clingy for comfort

im thinking of doing a security breach thing where an ex-pizzaplex worker finds everyone and repairs them and brings them home. ill write it anyways, but thoughts?

it’ll probably be in order of 1) eclipse 2) roxy 3) chica 4) freddy and 5) monty

i am ignoring their deaths, think of it as “everybody lives/nobody dies”

i dont THINK itll be yandere but it’s definitely platonic because a romantic polycule of 5 animatronics is a lot much

#—not fanfiction #—rambles

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iamnotokaythx · 9 months

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im thinking of doing a security breach thing where an ex-pizzaplex worker finds everyone and repairs them and brings them home. ill write it anyways, but thoughts?

it’ll probably be in order of 1) eclipse 2) roxy 3) chica 4) freddy and 5) monty

i am ignoring their deaths, think of it as “everybody lives/nobody dies”

i dont THINK itll be yandere but it’s definitely platonic because a romantic polycule of 5 animatronics is a lot much

#—not fanfiction #just wondering. im halfway done with an eclipse fic

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iamnotokaythx · 9 months

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okay i need rules if i wanna start actually regularly writing so here we go (regular body text below, purple headings cuz making it all purple sucks LMAO)

about the author (me)

- i am lazy and unless i suddenly get a rush of inspiration at 2am there wont be any pretty themes or those like little images that make it look cool :( sorry :(

- i am autistic, agender, and aroace

- i am transmasc so i dont do f reader but i do gn reader and m reader (i also do afab!m/gn reader)

- i am american :( /neg

- i dont know the difference between a oneshot, drabble, fic, etc

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rules

- i write smut, but i also like regular content

- i take thirsts, requests, etc

- i am in a couple fandoms, if you have a req for someone who i have not written for before i will probably do some research (watch scenepacks and read the fandom wiki) but otherwise if ive written for someone in a fandom just ask if i can write for another

yes

masc reader, gn reader, afab!masc reader, afab!gn reader, dom reader

smut - most kinks, trans characters

yandere content - gore, angst, mostly anything

requests - i just ask that you give me something to work with, like the scenario

smut - no fem reader, no sub reader, no shit/piss/throw up, no noncon, no incest, no pedophillia, no aging up characters so its not pedophillic, i would prefer no “daddy,” and no sadistic characters (masochist is a-ok!!)

yandere content - yan!char only, no mind breaking

no repurposing my work obviously

theres more just be a good person

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fandoms

spiderverse - i write for noir, miguel, and hobie. i have reasons for not doing the spot and peter b is married and i always feel bad for writing him. i dont do aged up characters and i dont write for kids unless it is completely platonic

stardew valley: any romanceables + sve romanceables + the wizard

cod - konig, soap, price, and ghost (if theres another i can do some research but those are the main ones)

fnaf - micheal and william afton, …….springtrap……, sun, moon, and eclipse, glamrock freddy, monty, glamrock bonnie, glamrock chica, and roxy (i like platonic for the robots but i can do romantic i suppose? smut would be weird with robots though)

horror - stu and billy, micheal meyers, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE ❤️, there may be more

yandere visual novels - john doe, 14dwy, mdhm, swwsdj (i dont do peter because FUCK that guy)

i will add but pls dont be afraid to ask anything

#—rules page

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iamnotokaythx · 9 months

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Please write Miguel just flipping out over work or miles situation and throwing and yelling things and reader just like breaks down like they’d slowly become used to him being captor or lover but this sets them back so far they need to lock the bedroom door and get away Miguel’s an emotional mess after realizing what he did reader just won’t acknowledge him and if they do it’s flinch away or being scared. He’s trying so hard to make it up to reader

oh fuck yeah!! sorry i didnt see your ask earlier it either didnt show on my notifs or i just missed it lol either way i vibe with this request !!! i hope it’s okay that i made it to where he accidentally nicked reader in his little tantrum, if its not lmk and i can rewrite it with the same prompt?

cw: angst, miguel has a tantrum and lashes out, blood mention, gn/masc reader, items being thrown + broken, sorta flashbacks to when reader was still rebelling, translated via spanishdict, sorry!!, not proofread but when is it ever

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your husband/captor had been keeping you for such a long time. you don’t know if it’s been weeks or months, but you wouldn’t really be surprised if it happened to be 3 years since your initial imprisonment.

either way, you’d given up fighting him. you weren’t getting out. as long as you played along with his sick game of house, you were fed, had clothes and a place to sleep, a shower, and really anything you could ask for if you played your cards right.

‘anything’ excluding freedom, human interaction, things like that.

he came home in a fit of rage, on the phone with jessica despite his usual habit of turning off anything that made noise and focusing all his attention to you.

“what the fuck do you mean!? ‘we can’t track him’!? he’s a smart kid, why the fuck would he immediately go home? jess, order everyone to his dimension and find—“

“mig? what’s wrong?” you asked, trying to get some semblance of context.

“cállate por un maldito minuto, y/n! i’m on the phone!” he snapped.

“alright. sorry.” you staggered back. he doesn’t yell. not at you, at least. you went to sit on the couch and when his arguing became too much you headed into the kitchen to make something to eat. midway into making your food, you hear crashing.

you run into the living room to see what’s happening. the first thing you notice is the couch is thrown across the room. he also has a glass of water in one hand, a habit he has since he screams when he’s mad. he noticed you as you walked in and he turned to face you.

“this doesn’t fucking concern you. go back to whatever you were doing.” he growled, his eyes a dangerous red.

“the… the couch.” you muttered stupidly.

“yes, i know about the fucking couch!”

“sorry. didn’t like it much anyways.” you blinked back tears. it reminds you of when you were first here. how he’d get so angry at your rebellious behavior. you remember him stopping whenever you cried. maybe that would work now.

other thoughts flashed in your head. him restraining your arms as he bit into your flesh, the long hours you spent trapped in your mind as he’d forcibly hold you like a teddy bear to ‘accustom you’ to his ‘love.’ the blood from some guy who—

no. no, he promised he’d never hurt you. never again.

something compelled to you go towards him with your arms outstretched—usually he loved unprompted affection, maybe it would calm him now.

“i told you go back, y/n. get the fuck off me.”

his claws accidentally extended as he pushed you off harshly.

one thing led to another, he chucked the glass he was drinking into the wall and it shattered just feet behind you. he turned back around afterwards, continuing the phone call.

you heard the sound of something dripping onto the floor and you felt a warm liquid spilling down your cheek. two gashes extended from your cheekbone to your jawline where he accidentally cut you.

miguel took a deep breath, about to snap at jessica, but he sensed something in the air. his head snapped back to you as he got the scent of blood.

you’re surprised—i mean, this is the same man who promised you that he’d kill someone to protect you but would never, never lay a hand on or near you. obviously he was lying to you.

you backed up, one shaky foot at a time, as you collected your thoughts. miguel appeared to be in shock, too. he hung up on jessica in the middle of her sentence.

“baby, i…” he said. he’s struggling to find words, english or spanish. “it wasn’t… i didn’t…”

words failed him again as you let out the first tears of many, the dam of emotions breaking through. you stumbled back, fell, turned around, and sprinted into the master bedroom.

he snapped out of his guilty stupor and began the chase, but he was too late. the door slammed as he reached for you. he heard your choked sobs as you shuddered and gasped for air and then your cries until you had to repeat the process.

“no, no, no, no, no. i promise, i promise that i’m not gonna hurt you. i didn’t mean to, no quise hacerlo, lo juro. i swear. i swear.”

“y/n! y/n, please, unlock the door. please.” he begged, hands on both sides of the doorframe. he had half a mind to tear the door to splinters, but he didn’t want to lose any more progress.

he caught his train of thought. progress. he hated that he thought in that term, but that’s basically what it was. after all this time, all these nights he spent assuring you that he loved you and that he’d never hurt you again, he finally had you decide to be the caring partner that he wanted all this time. now, he wiped it clean.

he’d have to start all over, and all over another time if he slipped up again.

“cariño, please. baby. open the door.” he said in a soft voice. he growled in his throat.

“LYLA, unlock the door.” he muttered to his ai.

you were… a wreck. curled into a ball, crying into the bedsheets, the stench of blood swirling around the room, tears and blood falling onto the blanket in a disgusting mix and staining the down an off-red.

“amor, mi amor, come here. i need to dress your wounds.” he said with a weak smile. “i-i know you’re probably upset or scared, okay, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. i don’t want to hurt you either.”

you frantically shook your head and hugged yourself tighter.

he clenched his jaw and swallowed. he’d been in this situation before. the first day he took you, that time he lashed out until you cried, et cetera. you needed space.

—

it had been three days. every time he saw you it was on the very short walk from the guest bedroom to the bathroom. he’d decided to not force you to sleep with him and instead give you time to recover before you went back to his bed.

speaking of, miguel got rid of all the blankets and sheets and even the mattress in his room because the smell of your blood made it impossible to sleep. he’d been sleeping on the floor since he destroyed the only couch big enough to fit him.

miguel was not in the right headspace for just about anything. with the stress of miles and the fact that he barely got sleep since he wasn’t being held by you every night, he was going a little crazy.

he decided your silence was enough. he was going to fix this. he had to.

quietly, he crept into your room. “y/n? i just wanna talk.”

you shuddered and inched away from him.

“hermoso, i’m sorry. i was in a really bad mood, i didn’t mean to… to do that.” he slowly and gently moved you to face him despite your trembling. he looked at your cheek.

“it’s healing good. sometimes i forget just how smart you are. you’re able to clean it up all by yourself.” he cooed, kissing your forehead.

“i know you want comfort, mi vida. just let me hold you. it’s okay. you won’t get comfort from anyone else; just lay down.” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you. you struggled against him and began breathing heavily.

“no, no, no, no, no. i’m not going to hurt you. i didn’t mean it the other day. i love you. cielo—listen to me—listen!” his words grew more intense as you struggled to break free of his grasp. after he realized he was shouting, he laid you down on your bed himself and he cuddled up next to you.

“i’m sorry. i’m so, so very sorry. you’re so perfect. i love you, cariño.” he chanted ‘i love you’’s and ‘i’m sorry’’s until it had just devolved into sobbing and using your chest as a shield to everything.

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okay i literally have no idea where else to take this or how to wrap it up but here’s a nice little open ending, sorry if it’s not up to par!!! :(

#thank you sm for the request ahhh!!!!#—asks #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x gn reader #miguel o’hara x reader #tw yandere #x gn reader #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o’hara x reader

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iamnotokaythx · 10 months

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wanna write for hobie but i dont wanna study british slang

wanna write for cod men but i dont wanna study cod lore

also, doubtful that a p3 to the miguel fic will happen any time soon but i may make some prologue-y stuff ? no promises

#—not fanfiction #—rambles

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iamnotokaythx · 10 months

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this is not in purple because i am toosleepy to

so i actually really like will wood’s music and my favorite chunk of his subgenre is what i call “sexy vampire beats”

1) vampire reference in a minor key - in case i make it - will wood

2) misanthrapologist - in case i die - will wood (does it count? not particularly! i dont care, it’s my music!)

3) your body, my temple - camp here and there - will wood (listen i know elijah isnt a vampire but he isnt human either. it counts.)

4) yes, to err is human, so don’t be one - camp here and there - will wood (UP AND ADAM IS CLOSE ENOUGH TO A VAMPIRE. HE IS A CATHOLIC DEMON.)

anyways it got me thinking of like a silly yan!vampire oc :3

im thinking bro was turned like fucking ages ago but i dont rly like age gaps where the number has 3 digits so let’s say bro went into hiding in his castle (all cool vampires are castle owners) and like idfk slept for a couple hundred years before suddenly theres humans in the castle

bro was gonna kill you but instead bro hesitated and began watching you, slowly falling in love :3

bonus points: ghost of the vampire’s previous buddy died in the castle and his spirit was stirred when you moved in !!

#—rambles #yandere ocs #yandere oc x reader #tw yandere #yandere oc x gn reader #x gn reader #im so sleepy #its 23:39 and im tired. /neg

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iamnotokaythx · 10 months

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this does not mean that i won’t do it!!! i most likely will it will just take a year /hyp

yayyy woooo part 3!!! yeeahhh wooooo!!!! yayyyyy!!! you’re writing is great i honestly really (really) enjoyed the first two parts!! i’m excited to see where the story goes with our beloved insane miguel!!! (i am hyping you up) :3

agh!!!! thanks for the hype anon i am just so bad at continuing parts lmao

+ summer courses + i have a new hyperfix on botw (was originally a twilight princess lover)

#—asks #—not fanfiction

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iamnotokaythx · 10 months

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vote brahms or you suck and ihy /j

#—not fanfiction #i would kill for some brahms requests ngl #to be fair i dont have a rules page or anything so all it appears i write for is miguel

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iamnotokaythx · 10 months

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agh!!!! thanks for the hype anon i am just so bad at continuing parts lmao

+ summer courses + i have a new hyperfix on botw (was originally a twilight princess lover)

#—asks #—not fanfiction

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iamnotokaythx · 10 months

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just an idea:

reader “loses” miguel’s engagement ring, so he resorts to tattooing it on your finger so you can never pretend you’re not his 🥰

it could look so cool too with a red/blue/black design yknow?

anon i like the way your brain thinks. lowkey wanna do a pt2 where reader’s escaped him and is trying to cover up the tattoo to get rid of all evidence of him

cw: needles, tattooing, established relationship, reader has never gotten a tattoo/is a little afraid, yandere!miguel, gn reader, its all lowercase

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“miguel, don’t you think this is a little bit much?” you ask, fidgeting with your soon-to-be inked finger.

“well, you lost the ring. this’ll make it to where you always have it on.” he replies with an innocent smile.

“i mean, we could look for it. and then we could put it on a chain?”

“true, but metal rusts. i’ve paid good money for a tattoo artist already. no whining.”

you decide to give up; it’s not like miguel is easy to sway when he’s set in something. the car pulls up to a parking spot in front of a cute mom and pop’s shop. miguel would have done it himself, but he has too shaky of hands and wasn’t certified—only the best for his darling.

the shop smelled like insence. you were led into a small room where a heavily inked person was sterilizing their needle. they turned back to you and waved you forward. “hi, are you mx. o’hara? appointment for 2:00.” they asked to be sure.

“soon to be.” you murmured, noticing how miguel grinned and stood up a little straighter as the artist referred to you as his spouse.

you sat on the chair and miguel offered his hand. post-eyeroll, you grabbed his hand anyways.

“i’m afraid of needles.” you warn the artist.

“it’s alright! many people are.” they promise you. “so low long have you been together? oh, and do you have wedding plans?” they ask over the whirring of the gun. they roll their chair to get right beside you, causing miguel to bristle a little bit.

“we’ve been together a couple years. our wedding’s planned for 2 months from now. they just keep losing their ring, and i like reminding everyone that they’re exclusive to me. we belong with each other.” miguel didn’t let you speak, too eager to inform even this random person that you are his and he is yours.

the tattooist glances up after miguel’s slightly creepy rant and laughs hollowly. “understood. well, you definitely do love them.”

“of course i do.” he snapped, earning a light hit from you.

“miguel. it was a compliment.” you scold him. he rolls his eyes. you squeeze his hand in anticipation as the gun touches down onto your ring finger.

“sorry.“ he muttered unapologetically.

on the car ride home, he held your hand in his and gazed intently the ring around your finger.

“it’s a little… vibrant.” he criticized, the hues being brighter than he envisioned. “the reds especially.”

“it’ll look more faded once it heals.”

“oh. good. not too faded though, right? i mean, it’s gonna be visible.”

“yeah. it’s a tattoo, miguel.” you remind him.

“ah. right.” he murmurs, still mesmerized by the ink. “do you think that artist was flirting with you? they were really close to you.”

“no, i don’t think they were flirting. they were hired to tattoo me.”

“right, right.”

“what’s your plan for after the wedding? get this one removed and then tattoo the wedding ring on?”

“…”

“that was sarcasm. and the tattoo was uncomfortable, i don’t want it zapped off just to replace it.”

“don’t lose your ring, then.” he flashed a cocky smile.

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