#and it's always very nice to hear that I'm glad you've found me here

[canisalbus]

I had a scrap piece of paper and drew the little freakish dog 👍 I have been silently enjoying your art for like a couple months now? I found it randomly on uploaded Pinterest and was like “oh huh that’s rad” and yeah he’s such a lovely sad little beast

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#oooh another tiny machete sighting! #I don't know but I find it just so endearing that people are out there doodling his weird little face #on post it notes corners of scrap paper and at work #I do that too but then again I'm rotating him in my head at least fifteen times a day so I kind of have to #the WHISKERS ah #scruffy little animal #putting him in my pocket and taking him to the grocery shop as we speak #thank you! and I'm glad you've been enjoying my art! #I've always had a little difficult relationship with pinterest because a lot of art gets uploaded there without proper sources or credit #and whenever a piece of yours gets reposted sourcelessly often enough you kind of end up losing ownership to it which isn't fun #it gets used without artist's consent as bootleg prints and shirts and tattoos and such #but lately a lot of people have come to me saying they discovered my stuff through pinterest #or had seen my character there and recognized it later when they came across one of my own posts #and it's always very nice to hear that I'm glad you've found me here #but I'm getting very off topic didn't mean to ramble like that #gift art #answered #wwildcatt #own characters #Machete

[mummydommythe3rd]

BLACKMAILED PART 2/3

"Here he is!" My mom sang happily.

I watched on my phone screen as she turned a corner. There you were, in all your pathetic glory, face down and humping away on your teddybear...the closest you'd ever come to sex.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that!" I lied. The app on this burner phone changed my voice enough to ensure you and her wouldn't recognize it. I, of course had orchestrated all of this as your anonymous domme. It was amazing what a felony could do.

"Yes, the baby-loser loves his tummy time, doesn't he?" She said. A soft moan of humiliation was all you could respond with as you pumped your chastity cage into the padding of your diaper.

"I honestly thought we were the first he'd ever told his desires to! I didn't know that this all went so far back!" Mom exclaimed, keeping the camera on him as he humped.

"Oh my, yes! Even back in middle school he was sucking his thumb in class and telling me he didn't ever want to grow up. I suppose at some point he fetishized it and it took over his whole personality."

"Really?"

"Yes!" I laughed. "He had either bought or stolen some girly diapers that he kept at school, and he wouldn't stop asking me if I could maybe change him some time, which I never did. I'm surprised you are going through with all of this!"

Your mom just laughed. You humped a little harder. You'd been living in a nursery 24/7 for the last month, dreading this call. If your 'internet domme' found any reason at all to doubt your enthusiasm, they'd release your confession, and you'd go straight to prison.

"Oh at first I thought he was joking! But then he started crying and pleading! When we tried to throw out his diapers he started wetting and even messing in his bed!"

"Oh my God!" I said with mock shock. Of course, as your step-sister, I had been there for all of it.

"Yes! It took some time, but eventually I gave in, just a bit. I really owe his acceptance to his step-sister. She seemed to accept it right away! As if she knew he wanted it all along! His dad though...well, he just never goes into the nursery."

I laughed. "She sounds very insightful."

"She is! She's never gotten along with him, but she began spending a lot more time with him. She even talked me into going along with his desires on a trial basis. She didn't stop teasing him though, of course."

"Of course. I mean, how could you not make a little fun of him. Was the 'WIMP' mat his idea?"

"Oh no, that one was mine. It wasn't until a couple weeks into his babying, when I was starting to accept it, that my daughter told me how full and leaky his clitty cage got during a diaper change when she called him a pathetic little pamper pooper. The next time I changed him I called him a pathetic little pansy and his cage bounced up and down like a little puppy!"

"That's hilarious! I'm so glad he's finally living the life he's always wanted!"

"Me too! And if I'm being honest, it's kind of fun to make fun of him. He get's so blushy and flustered. He gets as red as a tomato, and can't even talk!"

"Probably because he's too focused on how nice the words make his little dinky feel!"

We both laughed. I heard a barely audible groan.

Mom turned away from the phone and I heard her voice at a lower volume. "Aww, baby's legs are sore? Only a few minutes more to tummy-time! Then you can get a change if you're poopy!"

When she returned I continued. "You know, I can't help but notice that you've been using male pronouns for him. He doesn't look even a little masculine at all though!"

I knew you could hear me. Your mom always used the speaker-phone setting on calls.

"That surprises me too! He's not much of a man, or a boy...even a baby boy, really. He's even growing his own little pair of breasts! He insisted on HRT, and now sucks down his estrogen and testosterone blockers with his nightly bottle!"

"Well I'm sure he'll figure it all out and ask you for the proper pronouns soon."

I head you muffle a little squeak of fear and shock. The threat had been made. Soon you'd have to ask for a new name and completely erase your old male self.

I continued, dropping my voice into a whisper, as if I were nervous about the question. "Has he- I mean...He once told me that- well, he had a VERY strong desire to-"

"What? After all this, what could be so shameful?" she giggled.

"Well, let's just say he could never stop talking about his desire to...well...please a man...with his mouth."

"Oh!" your mother gasped. "I thought his diapers were the only sexual experience he wanted!"

"Far from it! I'm sorry I have to tell you, but he once accidentally handed me his unlocked phone and I saw that he had dozens of tabs open about cum, eating cum, blow jobs, deep throating...he was quite obsessed. Then it all spilled out. He confessed that he didn't think he could be truly happy without a tummy regularly full of another man's seed."

"Well I don't know how I'd ever go about arranging that!" your mom exclaimed. I could hear you moaning and squeaking into your pacifier. You were scared, angry, and ashamed, but all you could do was suck your paci and hump your stupid bear while the adults talked.

"Yeah, it's a bit unrealistic." I admitted. Maybe your step-daughter knows a way to get him some of his favorite food?"

"Well I can talk with her about it, but I wouldn't hold out hope!"

"Don't worry I'm sure she'll be able to think of something." I said.

A timer beeped, signalling the end of 'tummy time'.

"Well, potty-pants needs a change. Please call again anytime!" She said.

"Will do! Tell him I said hi and I'll be checking in on him for the next ten years!" Ten years. The statute of limitations for embezzlement. Ten years of being our pathetic little chaste cock-sucking pansy.

[lilacmingi]

MALL ELF

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Pairing: Mall employee!San x mall elf!fem reader

Word count: 2,634

Note: A couple of you guys have let me know how much you’re enjoying these Christmas imagines and it’s so nice to hear! I’m glad that people are genuinely getting enjoyment out of reading these 🥹 Reminder: This imagine is from Wattpad so there will be no continuations or extra parts

You trudged up to the Baskin Robbins in the food court, your legs aching and feet burning from being on them all day. You didn't even take time to change out of your uniform, going from your job straight to the food court as soon as lunch break started.

You approached the ice cream joint, dropping your head on the counter.

"One (your favorite ice cream)." You said, holding an index finger up before dropping your hand back down onto the counter.

"Rough day?" Your friend San's voice came from above you.

Lifting your head, you gave him an expression that said "You think?"

"Let's see, some kid waiting in line wiped his boogers on my tights, another one cried... a lot, and it's always a jolly day when someone gets so excited to see Santa that they could just about throw up—and they do! You know who had to clean it up?"

"Let me guess? Santa's happy little helper?"

"Ding, ding, ding. Correct." You rolled your eyes. "So did I have a rough day? You you tell me."

"I'll get that ice cream right away."

You watched as San got to work preparing your frozen treat, resting your elbows on the counter. As you were waiting, a little girl ran up, tugging on the bottom of your elf costume.

"Excuse me. When will Santa be back?" She asked.

You turned to the little girl, bending down to the her height, a warm smile on your face.

"He's eating lunch right now, but he'll be back very soon." You assured her.

Suddenly, a woman who you assumed was the girl's mother came hurrying over.

"Sweetie, what are you doing?" She asked, gently pulling the girl away from you. "I'm so sorry." She apologized, giving you a sympathetic look.

"It's totally fine. Don't worry about it." You waved it off.

San, who was watching the whole exchange, couldn't help but smile as an overwhelming feeling of adoration took over. Just a moment ago you were complaining about kids and being tired, yet you put on a bright smile for the sweet little girl that just approached you. He watched with a fond gaze as you spoke to the girl, assuring her that Santa was eating lunch and would be back soon. The girl proceeded to ask you what he eats besides cookies because, "He can't eat cookies all the time."

When the girl and her mother walked away, San handed your ice cream to you. You began digging for money, but he stopped you.

"It's on the house."

"What? You have to let me pay you."

"Anybody who has to clean up puke deserves a free ice cream." He told you.

"You're too kind, San." You said, taking the frozen treat from him.

"You deserve it. I know you've had a tough day."

"You're the best."

"I know." He grinned, cutely. "It's almost time for my lunch break. I can see if I can take it early and we can hang out. Does that sound good?"

"I'd love that. I could use some company."

San disappeared in the back only to return a few seconds later.

"Manager says I can take an early lunch break." He beamed. "Let's go."

The two of you found an empty table nearby and took a seat.

"You in the mood for any real food?" San asked. "I'm sure ice cream isn't very filling."

"Maybe a slice of pizza. I'll have to eat something pretty quick. My break ends in about 20 minutes." You told him.

"You stay here and finish your ice cream and I'll order us something, okay?"

"Sounds good. Let me give you some money for my food."

"That's not necessary."

"Again?" You asked.

"Yes."

You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you.

"It's just a slice of pizza, Y/n."

You sighed, a reluctant smile playing at your lips. "Alright."

San left for food while you stayed put at the table. The ice cream you had been given was making you feel better, and sitting down to rest your legs and feet was nice as well. You pulled your elf hat off, placing it on the table before smoothing your hair.

As tired as you were, you didn't exactly dread getting back to work. All you really did was stand around and hand out candy canes, sometimes you would unclasp the velvet rope at the beginning of the line, letting kids and their parents through. The job was easy, the only crappy part was standing on your feet all day.

"I'm back." San announced, placing a slice of fresh pizza in front of you, the delicious smell drifting upwards to your nostrils.

At this point, you had just finished your ice cream and were ready for pizza, in need of something salty to balance things out.

"Thank you." You grinned, excitedly.

San grabbed his own slice of pizza before taking a huge bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from his mouth.

You were quick to start eating yours, a hum of satisfaction escaping you.

"This is so good. Really hits the spot."

"Mhm." San hummed in agreement.

Once yours and San's plates were empty, you pulled your phone out to check the time.

"It's time for me to get back to work." You spoke up.

"Bummer."

"Yeah. As much as I'd love to stay, there's probably a line of kids waiting to sit on the big man's lap."

"You're right. You go on, I can clean up."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I don't mind. Plus, you need to get back as quickly as you can."

"Thanks, San."

"Of course."

With that, you hurried off, back to work.

You headed into the mall, decked out in your red and white striped tights and green elf dress. You weren't really in the mood to work, but the hours weren't that long and it was sometimes nice seeing the happy smiles on the kids' faces when they see Santa for the first time.

You approached the large area decorated especially for Santa, some other workers standing around, all seeming a bit nervous.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We're one elf down. He didn't show up and when someone got in touch with him, he said he was sick." One of the workers responded.

"Yeah, we're supposed to have five people here today and there's only four." Someone else spoke up.

"I think I know someone who can help out." You told the three.

"Can they get here quickly?"

"I think so."

You stepped aside quickly dialing San's number. He answered after just a couple rings.

"Hello?"

"San! This is so last minute and I know this is one of your off days, but we're one elf short today. Do you think you could fill in?"

"Fill in? What would I be doing?"

"Opening and closing the little velvet rope, lifting kids onto Santa's lap, or handing candy canes to the kids as they leave. It's super easy."

"Sure. I can help out. How long do I have to get down there?"

"The meet and greet starts in about fifteen minutes."

"I can do that."

"You can?"

"Of course."

San was at the mall within ten minutes and had been given a uniform. Thankfully, the people behind the whole meet and greet carried extra uniforms with them.

You watched for San to return from the bathroom where he went to change. You were quick to spot him as he walked over, donning the red, green, and white costume. You had to admit, he looked pretty handsome, even in tights. You weren't surprised by that, San is a good looking guy, it doesn't matter what he wears, he'll always be able to pull it off.

"Well, don't you look cute." You giggled.

"No teasing. I'm doing you a favor." He pointed.

"You're right. But, you do look good."

"Really?" He asked, glancing down at the costume.

"Yeah. You can pull off anything. Even little striped tights."

"They do make my legs look great, don't they?" He asked, sticking his leg out.

"Yeah, yeah." You waved your hand dismissively. "Come on. Santa's here and we're about to get super busy."

San was told by one of the coordinators to take his place by the exit and was handed a basket of candy canes while you stood at the front of the line, pulling the velvet rope back for the first family to pass by.

Hours went by and lunch break was called. You and San paired up and headed to the food court together.

"Aren't you embarrassed to be seen in your work outfit?" San asked.

"Not really. It's Christmastime and people know there's Santa meet and greets at the mall, so I'm not really embarrassed. It's not like I'm dressed up for no reason."

"Hm."

"Why? Are you embarrassed?" You turned the question back on him.

"A little."

"Don't be. Plus, I already told you that you look good."

"I never got the chance to tell you, but you look adorable in your costume."

"Adorable?" You parroted, your cheeks feeling a tad warm.

"Yeah." He smiled softly.

"Ah. Well..." You trailed off, not sure what to say.

San could tell he'd gotten you flustered and he was proud of it. He watched in amusement as you struggled to find the words to speak.

"What are you in the mood to eat?" He inquired, changing the subject (for your sake.)

"How about Chinese? They always have good food at that place over there." You pointed.

There were at least three different Chinese restaurants in the food court, but the one you pointed to was the best out of the three.

This time, you paid for lunch. It was quite the task, but you managed to drop a wad of cash onto the counter before San could. He gave you a look that told you, you successfully caught him off guard.

"I can't believe you did that." He mentioned as the two of you sat down.

"You're helping me out today, it's the least I can do."

"Alright. You have a point. I'll let it slide, but just this once."

"We'll see." You grinned, taking a sip of your drink.

Your lunch break ended sooner than you would have liked, but you were happy working with San. He made work much more bearable just being there.

San stood by the exit, watching you as you pulled back the velvet rope, allowing the next family to see Santa. As the kid spoke to the jolly man, you clasped the velvet rope back into place, the next kid in line tugging on the bottom of your elf dress.

San was close enough where he could hear the conversation.

"What's it like at the North Pole?" The boy asked.

"Ah. Well, it's always covered in snow and there are Christmas lights everywhere on every home and workshop. The streetlights look like candy canes and there's a huge Christmas tree at the center of town."

"Wow." The boy gaped. "I wanna go there one day."

"Maybe you can." You smiled.

The mother and father gave you a kind smile, happy that you played along.

"Oh. It's your turn now." You told the boy, unclipping the rope.

San handed a candy cane to the girl who was leaving, his eyes staying on you. Every time he sees you, it feels like he falls harder and harder for you. At this point, it was too much and he had to say something. He couldn't hold his feelings in any longer.

At the end of your shift, you went and changed out of your uniform into regular clothes. San, who had accompanied you to the restrooms to change himself, was waiting outside for you when you were done.

"Thanks for filling in today." You told him.

"It was no problem. I enjoyed working with you."

"Likewise."

The two of you walked side by side, exiting the mall. The Santa meet and greets go on until about 7:00, which is two hours until the mall closed. Due to it being winter, the sun was mostly set, the sky a dark blue color.

"Where'd you park?" You asked.

"Over that way near the Barnes and Nobel." San pointed. "Where are you parked?"

"Down that row somewhere." You pointed to a nearby row of cars.

"I'll walk you there."

You allowed San to accompany you on the short walk to your car.

"Is it okay if I drive you to your car?" You asked. "I'd feel bad letting you walk halfway across the parking lot to get to it."

"Sure." He smiled.

You drove San across the lot, allowing him to direct you to the spot where he parked. When he got out, you couldn't help but notice a bit of hesitancy in his actions. He came to a stop when he got to his car, standing and staring at the driver's side door. Putting your vehicle in park, you stepped out.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, stepping towards him.

"I have to tell you something." He spoke up.

You frowned a bit, wondering what it could be and if what he had to tell you was the reason for his sudden odd behavior.

"Yeah?" You urged, wanting him to continue.

"Y/n, I like you."

Four words. That's it. Plain and simple.

Your mouth was slightly agape as you processed what he said.

San likes you? San likes you? San likes you?

You blinked a few times, bringing yourself back to reality as San waited anxiously for an answer.

"I like you too."

San was so excited by your answer that he grabbed your face and abruptly kissed you. It caught you off guard and before you could reciprocate the kiss, San had already pulled away, surprised by his own actions.

"I'm sor—"

He couldn't even get the apology out before you smashed your lips against his. San's eyes fluttered shut as his hands made their way to your waist, gently pushing you against his car.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss got a little more heated. San's fingertips dug into your hips as he angled his head a little more so your mouths fit closer together. Part of you was vaguely aware that you were making out with your friend (and crush) in a parking lot, but you didn't care.

At some point, you had to pull away. Your mind was in a foggy haze as you gazed at San.

"I left my car parked in the middle of the lane." You breathed out.

"Right." San responded, clearly out of breath as well. "I should let you get back to that."

"Yeah."

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, neither one moving.

"I don't want to leave." You spoke up.

"I don't want you to leave either."

Your hand rested against San's cheek, your thumb stroking the side of his face, lovingly.

"I have the weekend off." He spoke again.

"Then let's make out—hang out." You corrected. "Let's hang out."

A smirk tugged at the corner of San's mouth as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, amused by your slip up.

"You're cute." He chuckled. "Yeah. Let's hang out. I'll text you later tonight and we can talk about it."

You hesitantly parted ways with San and got back to your car, giving him a small wave before driving off.

Your brain was still a little foggy from the kiss and you struggled to process it. It wasn't until you got home that the events truly sunk in.

Your face became hot as you replayed what happened earlier. As if on cue, your phone buzzed.

San

So, when are you free?

Hongjoong ❄︎ Seonghwa ❄︎ Yunho ❄︎ Yeosang ❄︎ Mingi ❄︎ Wooyoung ❄︎ Jongho

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[iicheeze]

Subtle, yet hidden

context: What if you were just a normal person who likes genshin impact, but keeps getting hints of a God, more powerful than the Seven Archons combined, sleeping in the depths of Teyvat from the Archon quests, books, characters, and more?

cw: cultism, yandere behavior, possible archon quests spoilers

edit: I just finished the Archon quest and corrected some stuff

You were just a normal student in college, trying to get by and survive until graduation. But of course, you've been working very hard, you deserve some relaxation time, no?

You always use that time to play your favorite game, Genshin Impact. It's element of RPG styled game attracts you, let alone the story! It captivated you to the point you'd sometimes put some money here and there. (Though, you'll have to eat less due to that problem..)

But as you progress more and more to the story, and exploring the nation, you couldn't help but see some... hints? Hints about a God. It's called.. The Divine One, you guessed. Many names were heard. Their Divinity, Their Grace, The Divine One, The Creator, etc. You heard that they are the one to create Teyvat from dust, and its people.

You decided to dig some more information, curious of this ‘ Divine One ’. As you explored the Knights of Favonius' library, Liyue's Book store, the Jade Chamber, Inazuma's Publishing Store. But you also found out that the Divine One is also talked about from the NPCs! Even from the playable characters!

All you can hear is that they treat them like their saviour. And even heard about a prophecy that the Divine One is going to awaken soon and ‘ purify ’ the dirty, wretched world they have stained. Maybe they were talking about the Fatui that stained Teyvat.

You hear nothing but good things from the playable characters, some are obviously devoted worshipers, some are more.. closeted.

“ The Divine One? Why, of course. I know them. Their Divinity is the one who created Teyvat from scratch. Liyue is nothing but a piece of their Divinely work. But yet, I'm glad that over the years, I have grown Liyue to civilization. I'm proud of it. I just have to wait for Their Grace to finally be awoken from their sleep, for I can finally show them my work. ”

“ The.. Divine One? Oh! You mean Their Grace! Of course, of course! I know them. They were very nice. And knowledgeable too! Obviously that's what's expected from the Creator of Teyvat, of course. Haha! But not only that, they're the reason why I'm very attached to this lyre here. ..Tell you the story of how I got attached to it? No way! Keep that to your imagination! ”

“ Ah, Their Grace. ..I apologize. I'm not interested in talking in this topic. I do not believe that I have the right to speak about Their Divinity. Without their own consent. ”

“ Oh! Their Divinity! If I remember correctly, they passed Greater Lord Rhukkadevata their knowledge for the ‘ greater good ’. I don't know what it means, but perhaps she saw things that were meant for Their Grace's eyes, yet they spared her knowledge when in need. I wish that I can be like her someday. ” (Before Archon Quest)

Though, what interests you is Kaeya's response.

“ The Divine One? Why are you suddenly asking me this question? Well, I do believe in them, of course! Although, Their Divinity have been sleeping for thousands of years.. A lot of people have been taking advantage of that. A certain city.. Up in the sky. ”

You figured out that he was talking about Celestia taking advantage of The Divine One's sleep to destroy Khaenriah, as a reasoning of ‘ breaking the Heavenly Principles ’. But sooner, you found out that The Divine One wasn't the one who made the Heavenly Principles.

Celestia made the Heavenly Principles not long after The Divine One fell to their sleep. It isn't fair, you thought.

But really, you can't wait until the next nation update! You're really curious about the Divine One. You can't wait to finally get to meet them!

But of course.. What they didn't know is that Their Divinity is you. You are the one playing this game. You are the one who chose the Traveler as your vessel to ‘ purify ’ each Nations' problems. The Archons aren't stupid. In fact, none of the Playable characters are stupid!

They know that it's you behind the Traveler. They're just informing you of your position here! They're just preparing you for what's about to happen soon. You won't mind, right? After all, they've heard several times that you wished that you lived here. Don't worry! For they are going to make your wish come true.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.80 Favor ain't fair

I couldn't help but watch the elders and how they dealt with each other. All of us had long since gotten used to this post-divorce world we lived in. Though everyone had moved on, I expected Winterfest to be very weird. Me seeing Dwayne with Mama or Dad hearing about him from me was one thing, but having them in the same room was another. Dad made a lot of progress, but was he ready for that? I had prepared to be a buffer or make an excuse for him, but he looked surprisingly comfortable. Dwayne was the one who was hesitant. He had always been reserved and comfortable in the background, however, so he could have been okay. Mama was all smiles, of course. Heh, this was probably the best day of her year with her kids and both lovers at home. I watched them all with pride despite feeling like it was all very weird. It took a LOT for all of them to get to that place. I honestly doubted Dad would ever get there, but he walked around Mama's house grinning up a storm and peacefully sharing a space with the man who took away his soulmate. Winterfest miracles did exist.

After dinner, Rosie found me, and I gave her some holiday love.

"Happy Winterfest, Ro! You've been a very good girl. You think Father Winter will bring you a nice treat?"

Alessia stood there watching us, and I hoped she would do better with our dogs than she did with Tofu.

"Did you meet your auntie yet?"

"Ehhhhh...hi," Alessia said stiffly.

I laughed.

"She's not gonna bite you, Less. Just put your hand out slowly and let her smell you. If she thinks you're okay, she'll let you touch her."

"Okaaaaay." She bent over slowly and cautiously. "I'm coming down...don't be weird..."

Rosie stepped toward her equally as cautious, sniffed her hand, and then sat in front of her.

"See? She likes you. Give her a pat on the head so she knows you're friendly."

"That was really cool. She's cute."

She never gave Tofu a chance. Maybe Rosie and Kooper will win her over.

Mama came in with the dirty dishes and caught Less and I having seconds.

"Hey! Don't fill up on that. There's dessert, you know."

Dwayne left shortly after dinner. He said wanted us to enjoy our family time. I could see the disappointment in Mama's eyes and imagined her saying something like, "but you're my family too." Dwayne was a realist, and I appreciated that because Mama's fantasy land was gonna get someone's feelings hurt eventually.

It was time for presents, and I caught a glimpse of Less and Sophia dancing in the living room as I passed by. Whether they had bonded or it was just coincidence, I was glad to see them together, not in conflict.

"Luca," Mama sang, "I've got something extra special for you!"

Alessia rolled her eyes.

"Here she goes with the special gifts just for Luca."

"It's not a special gift! It belongs to him."

She handed me a box, and I took it hesitantly. What did she have of mine? And why make a big deal out of it on Winterfest? She wasn't the re-gifting type.

"Uhh...thanks," I said.

I took the box and opened it slowly. Inside, I saw a painting I'd seen my entire life. It hung in my room when I was little. And then when we moved to Newcrest, Mama put it in the kitchen. I seemed to recall one time Mama said Gammy painted some things for my nursery before I was born. This had to be one of them!

"Gammy's painting?? You're gonna let me have it?!!"

"She painted it for you. The one with the dogs too, but I want to hold on to that one."

"Yeah, of course! Wow! Thanks, Mama. This is so cool!"

I thought about our frigid meeting in the cemetery often. I loved that I now had evidence of our past relationship and would hang it in a place of honor in our new house.

After presents, we gathered around the tree and sang songs. And as always, Less acted like she was too cool for school. That only made us turn up and be even sillier. At least she was in a good mood, though. At the end of the night, she sat on the rocking chair doing belly laughs. It was very contagious, so I joined in. Mama came in and told us a story about how Father Winter came to their house in Sulani while she was doing belly laughs. He thought it was adorable and gave her some tips! And just like how it happened in her story, Father Winter walked in on her doing a belly laugh demo for us.

"I remember you," he said. "You still go it."

"Thank you, Father Winter! This is my son, Luca! He's getting married soon!"

"Yes," he said, "I've been watching him. He's been very good this year. This is one of my extra special gifts."

I didn't know what to think. An extra special gift from Mama, and another from The Man himself? And I was getting married in three days to the kindest, sweetest, funniest woman in the world? It was all too much. I thought about everything I'd gone through and how burdened and confused I was. All of that was a test. I held on and did the best I could, and now I was being rewarded. Not with a gift from Father Winter, but in love, success, favor, and friendship. I had already reckoned with my problems, but at that moment, I felt like the struggle was officially over.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #emerald pope #alessia amina murillo #ali murillo #dwayne pancakes #rosie

[thatoddgent]

Sweetheart [Part Two] (Aether x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Wanna say a quick thank you for all the support that I've received on everything I've posted so far, I'm happy that people are liking what I'm working so hard on and I appreciate you all! This is part two to my Valentines Day post, so if you haven't read that yet then you can here! I hope that you like this, and feedback is always appreciated. <33

Genre: Smut, sweet and romantic since that's what won in the poll!

Warnings: Porn with plot, P in V sex, drunk sex? (Both parties and very light buzz), biting/marking, L bomb, blood (not super graphic).

The garden felt so lonesome, you staying back after bidding farewell to the ghoul so you could relish in the moment. It was almost surreal, but you don't have the time to sit around and think about it all day, you had a party to get ready for.

The siblings and staff were excused from wearing their habits and other such uniforms, instead they were expected to wear distinguished - yet still festive - clothing. Since you played a part in designing and putting together the suits for Papa and his ghouls, you were lucky enough to have an idea of how they would look, and decided to go for something that would play nicely with the colors Aether would be wearing.

Shuffling around through your closet, you finally found the dress you had been looking for, you didn't have much reason for dressing up in the abbey so you jumped at the opportunity to wear it.

Slipping out of your habit and veil, you get the dress situated on yourself and move to the mirror to make sure everything is in place. The dress was stunning, deep burgundy colored fabric clung to your body, with a slit on the thigh accentuating your hips. It had a modest neckline to distract from the sultry bottom half, with lacey off-the-shoulder sleeves hanging delicately from your arms. You paired the dress with a set of black heels that you knew you would be comfortable in, and a lovely little silver necklace with a purple stone.

You kept your makeup simple, not wanting it to get ruined in the midst of the party, applying a nice gloss with eyeliner and mascara, just enough to bring out the color of your eyes and the shape of your lips. A layer of hair was pinned back, leaving half of it down to further frame your face.

When you looked in the mirror, you were almost in awe, it had been so long since you had done yourself up like this, in a way, you missed it.

A knock at the door interrupted you from your thoughts, and you opened it to find Marjory smiling. Her mouth drops at the sight of you, and yours at her.

"Dear Asmodeus! You're going to be the star of the party showing up like that, you make me look like I'm doing nothing more than running a few arrands!"

You giggle at the sweet response, gesturing both hands up to her.

"Me? Look at you! No wonder you were able to steal that poor boys heart, I'd be more worried that you've stolen them from all the brothers in the ministry!"

You move to the side and gesture for Marjory to come in, leaving the door open in case any other friends happen to stop by. You two sit on the bed and talk, trying to pass some time while you wait for the Banquet to begin.

Eventually Liza finds her way into the room as well, mouth already going off spewing the latest gossip she could scrounge up.

"So," She begins. "Did he ask you?"

A goofy smile glues itself to your face, and you nod your head quickly, still giddy about the whole thing. And, once again, you have both of the girls squealing loud enough for those outside to hear. It's like when you first joined the ministry, no worries but fawning over boys and trying your best not to get caught slacking by your higher ups, you're glad that you've made such good friends.

You three quiet down a bit and continue talking until the church bells begin to bellow a melody throughout the halls, signally that the party is soon to start. The halls quickly fill with people making their way to the dining hall, which had been rearranged and decorated to look like a place that only royalty could afford. Copia was as victim to a love for flare and drama as his brothers before him, so it only made sense that he wanted to set the mood for romance.

You admired the room from the doorway, waiting and looking for the ghoul you were set to enter with. You felt yourself getting nervous as you watched countless other sisters find their partners and seat themselves at the tables, he wouldn't have stood you up, right?

Now that you think about it, Papa wasn't here, neither were the others ghouls that were to accompany him. Before you had a chance to wonder any longer, an elderly sister came up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"Go on dear, enjoy the fun. I'm sure that who you're looking for will find you in due time, don't soil it by waiting out here all night."

You smile at the woman and nod, taking one last look in the hall before entering the hall, finding a seat next to Liza. She looked at you with a hint of worry in her eyes, she was without a date too, but you shouldn't be wallowing with her right now, unlike her you had plans.

She nudged your arm with her elbow and offered you a smile, which you returned quickly. Even if something did happen, at least you had her. Your gaze fell to the centerpieces that you three had worked on just a few hours earlier.

Sweet music soon started wafting through the air, and everyone went silent waiting to see what was happening. The giant double doors on the opposite side from where you had entered opened, and there stood the beloved Papa Emertitus IV, clad in a deep crimson suite with purple detailing. Behind him stood an entourage of ghouls, though you couldn't much make them out in the dark of the night.

Copia started making his way inside, kissing the hands of a few sisters on his way to the table which was reserved for him and his group. As they filed in, it was revealed that the ghouls all were holding bundles of flowers, which they began passing out to the brothers in their seats.

"Love," Papa's voice rang out. "It's what binds us. Family, friends, lovers. Today we celebrate it, and cherish it, for it is truly something special, and with these roses you will share that love with those closest to you."

By the time Papa had finished speaking, the roses had all been passed out, save for the ones that a few of the ghouls had saved for themselves. The anxiety that you felt earlier began to grow, you weren't sure if you could wait. You saw Aether standing there, in front of everyone, holding a single rose in his hands.

Copia threw his arms out towards the crowd, and smiled.

"Please, begin my friends!"

All of the brothers began gifting their roses, some standing up to find and confess to sisters that had been without partners. You simply sat and watched, occasionally looking over to Liza who laughed at anyone who was turned down, as well as turning down any man who attempted to offer anything to her.

Your eyes wandered to the large table that Papa was to sit at, and saw that he and the ghouls were all whispering to one another. He looked around, and once everyone had sat down, he nodded his head.

Once he did that, the ghouls that had save roses made their way out into the crowd, and began confessing on their own. Your heart began to throb as you saw the large ghoul you were eyeing walk over to where you were sitting, reaching out a hand for you to take.

Liza had to hold in a scream at the sight. You took Aether's hand and rose from your seat, looking up at him with loving eyes. He was incredibly handsome, he wore a black dress shirt and pants with a tie that matched the color of your dress, and he was still sporting his usual silver rings and bracelet.

All of the ghouls were wearing black masks that covered the top half of their face, leaving their hair and lips free. It was probably the most you had seen of Aether, and you loved every part of it.

"I know I already asked, but there's no harm in making sure." He smiles. "Would you like to join me?"

You accept the rose from his other hand and hold it close, nodding slowly. He gently pulls you next to him, and leads by the hand back to his table, along with the other ghoul's and their partners.

You all sat down, and the party began, food being brought out and served on some of the most beautiful plates and cutlery that you had every seen.

"Copia sure knows how to party." You whisper at Aether.

"You think he set this up alone? He had to ask the girls to help pick forks because 'There was too many'."

You both try to stifle your laughs to not draw attention, but a few of the others ghouls still look over.

You and Aether start eating, joking around and talking in between bites. He's really such a sweet guy, you never once feel uneasy or nervous, even thought your table is front an center. He even wipes a bit of food away from your lips without drawing attention to it, not want to embarrass you.

A couple of hours pass, and soon everyone is done talking and eating, which means it's about time for the coveted afterparty. Everyone begins to stand and leave the room, some going to their bedrooms and others going to the ballroom to continue socializing. Your group starts to leave, and you help to pick up a couple of plates and such from the tables on your way out. Aether watching you lovingly, and copying your actions.

Once you make it to the ballroom, you can't help but let your mouth fall open, admiring the beautiful decor that had been set up. A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, with shimmering crystals that reflected the different colors of the room. Ribbons were also hung up, with flowers and loose petals littering the room and floor. Music also played, it was soft and slow, truly romantic, though you were sure that would change when people got more in a different kind of mood.

Aether placed a hand of the small of your back and led you inside, the both of you ending up in front of Marjory and Liza, as well as the brother that asked Marjory out and... another sister?

Liza looked at you and blushed, introducing you do her date, a shy looking girl who you never really expected to be her type. They really did look good together, and you were glad she wasn't left alone.

You introduced Aether to your friends as well, making sure to keep them and their gawking in line. Once you were all settled in, you migrated to the dance floor and started to join the large group of slow dancers.

His hands found its way to the home of the crook of your waist, while yours wandered up to rest around his neck. You looked up to him, able to see his eyes much clearer than his usual mask, they were big and a little downturned, and so loving. The lights from above shined down and lit up his eyes beautifully, you were captivated.

The music moved you both, making you sway softly in each other's arms. In your eyes, there was no longer anyone but him, the both of you together, because that’s all you needed. It was almost foolish how quickly the two of you fell for one another, but the way he held you, the way that he pulled your body so close to his, if this was foolish then you would happily spend your life living a comedy, because this is all you could dream of.

You both continued to look into each others eyes, not breaking your gaze for a second. Your hands slowly snaked away from his neck and rested on the sides of his jaw, cradling him with a touch he had never known. He moved his head lower, letting it sit just close enough that you could feel the warm tickle of his breath, but he didn’t move any closer, he didn’t dare.

He was waiting, waiting for you to decide if this is what you wanted, the poor man wanted nothing more than to embrace you and feel the warmth of your lips on his, but he sat patiently.

Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, and just as quickly, your lips to his own. His lips were soft and a bit chapped, brushing so beautifully against yours, the kiss was nothing but the love that you felt in that moment, no lust or ill intent, just love.

You couldn't tell if it lasted forever, or if it didn't last long enough, but eventually you two had to pull apart. Aether's eyes were almost glazed over with a look that you couldn't exactly place, but your eyes shone with the same light back at him. You both shared that look for the rest of the afterparty, stealing glances from one another even when you were across the room, like two little lovesick puppies.

As the night continued, you both drank a bit, not enough to get overly drunk, but there was a visible haze of blush spread across your cheeks. Aether was able to handle his liquor better than you were, you could barely even tell than he had anything to drink. Marjory and Liza, as well as their dates, found their way back over to you and decided to finish the party off with a bang, dragging you to the dance floor once again for a dance that was just a bit less innocent.

Everyone was pressed close up to their partners, hardly leaving any room to breath between them, and you two were no different.

Your chest pressed against Aether’s, you two enveloped in another kiss, one that was more passionate than the last one. Your hands were ruffled in his hair, and his rested just above your ass, robbing you of his touch in a way that was almost criminal.

You felt a prodding at your stomach, and those silly little butterflies began to flutter around again. Tugging at Aether’s hair a bit, trying to get him as close as your bodies would allow, you earned a low grunt in response, and you can tell that you’re done for.

Aether bites your lip before pulling away from the kiss, staring at you with pupils blown so wide that if you were any further they would look completely black. He shoots a glance to the rest of the people there, taking note of the vulgar grinding and fondling going on, if you both wanted this then he wouldn’t stand for it happening in a place like this.

“Would you want to maybe go somewhere else? It’s getting a little..” His voice trails off a tad.

“Horny in here?” You finished his sentence, blunter than either of you expected.

You both burst out laughing, it’s almost beautiful the way that, even when in a mood like this, there’s still room for laughter.

“I would love to, Aether. I’ve always wondered what the ghouls bedrooms looked like, would you care to show me?”

The color of his face deepened, and he nodded quickly. You smile and go to take off your heels so you can walk a little more comfortably, but it seems Aether has been waiting for your departure. He takes your shoes from your hands and turns his back towards you, signally for you to hop on.

“Poor feet are probably killing you, I’ll give you a ride so you have have a break.”

You shake your head and laugh before hopping on him, a little uneasy at first due to being higher than you usually stand. Aether wraps his arms under your hips to hold you nice a snug, and starts making his way to his bedroom.

The way there is filled him comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. Your face is nestled against his neck again, feeling his soft hair tickling at your skin.

Before you come to notice, Aether’s setting you down gently on probably the softest bed you’ve ever touched. You admire the decor for just a second before planting your eyes back on the man of the hour, and the sight of him is down right intoxicating.

He stands just above you, looking down with disheveled hair and foggy eyes. A hand snakes it’s way up to your face, caressing your check softly.

“Are you sure that you want this?”

Your heart feels so full and warm, the smile on your face radiating that same feeling. You lean up a bit and place a small kiss on his cheek.

“I would never want it with anyone else, Aether.”

The moment he got the okay, his lips are back on yours, they’re so warm and inviting he just can’t help but kiss them whenever he gets the chance. His hands move to your back, finding and undoing the zipper of your dress before carefully pulling it off of you.

You feel a bit shy, being so exposed to someone, but try not to bring attention to it, that is until-

“Wow…” Aether whispers just loud enough to hear.

You look at him, worried something might be wrong, that maybe he changed his mind now that he saw you. Those thoughts are swatted away though when he wraps his arms around you in a firm, but careful embrace, just holding you close for a moment.

“I can’t believe that I have you here, that you’re mine. You’re so… Wow.”

Your face must be burning up, but you push through that, and your slight anxiety, and pull his arms to the clasps of your bra. He undoes them, a bit clumsily, but it’s charming.

Once your bra comes off, Aether truly cannot keep his hands, eyes, or mouth away from you. He pecks your lips just one more time, before kissing his way to your jaw, then your neck, all the way down until he reaches your chest. He nips at your skin, looking to see what reaction you have to it before he continues appreciating every inch of you.

No wonder he’s one of Papa’s closest ghouls, big, strong, talented, and from the looks of it, incredibly dedicated to worship.

“Aether,” your voice is small and shaky. “Please.”

He rises to meet your gaze, leaning in next to your ear.

“Please what, tesorina?”

You feel likes your going to burst, and he must be too, judging by his shallow breath.

“Please, I need you.” You swallow a breath, trying to calm down. “All of you.”

Aether says nothing before he starts shedding his clothes, being more careless than he was with yours, and you remove your underwear while he does so. He pushes himself onto the bed, pulling you carefully under him and massaging your thighs.

“How can I say no to such a pretty thing like you?”

You feel him grind himself against your folds, rubbing against your clit every so often. Once he’s a little more slicked up, he positions himself and slowly starts to slide into you. It doesn’t hurt, but the sheer stretch of him makes you whimper a bit.

He shushes you, offering words of comfort and praise while he works himself deeper.

“Shhh shhh… Atta girl, you’re taking it so good, just a little more.”

Your head spins, swirling all of his words like little whirlpools, and you were drowning in them. So drunken by the things he was saying, they all started to blur together, and the feeling of him finally sheathing himself fully inside you was almost disorienting.

Hands gripped his wide shoulders, looking for any kinda of support while the same pathetic whimpers fell from your lips. Aether was there though, making sure to kiss away any discomfort before he ever dreamed of moving, not wanting to push too far too fast.

You subconsciously grind your hips into his, once again earning yourself a low groan from the ghoul. Your hands wander to his face and then to the back of his head, finger lacing in the strap of his mask. His body tensed for a second, but with a deep breath he replaces your hands with his own, unlatching the strap and removing it from his face.

You stared, as hard as you tried not to, you did. His eyes had caught you in a trap earlier with their deep stretches of color, but seeing him now, for all he was, the only word you could describe it as would be blessed.

He was obviously nervous, biting his lip waiting for any kind of response from you. So you told him the only words that you could grasp in that ever rushing mind of yours.

“I love you, Aether.”

His hips almost instinctively thrust, hitting as deep into you as you could take him. You must have hit some kind of nerve - or rather - need, inside of him, because he hurried his head in the valley of your chest his breathing was shaky.

“Please…” His voice wobbled from his throat. “Say it again?”

You smiled, it was so cute seeing the things that really got him going.

“I love yo-“

Another deep thrust caught you off guard, your words being replace with an unexpectedly loud whine. He started moving his hips at a steady pace, slow but deep, dragging right against that extra soft little spot in you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your eyes shut tightly, you relished the feeling of him filling you up, every movement driving you closer and closer to the edge. You swear, you were watching him fall more for you ever second he was inside you, his eyes were soft and his lips hung open just a tad, he was a sailor and you were his siren.

A hand moved from his shoulder to one of his horns, pulling him back down to kiss you. It wasn’t dirty, or lustful, it was that same kiss that he gifted you the first time.

He tried to keep at that slow pace, but the feeling of you clamping down on him, your skin pressed on his, it drove him wild and his thrusts started to speed up. You were starting to unravel underneath him, a mess of sweat and moans, and begging. You begged him for it, all of it, every little bit of him he could offer you.

“So close… Need…”

His head dipped down to your shoulder, where he placed a firm kiss, making you choke on your words.

“Mark me… Please…”

Almost as if he had been waiting, he opened his lips and dug his teeth into your shoulder, beads of blood dripping into his mouth. He slowed his thrust almost to a halt, but that didn’t stop you from grinding yourself on him, finally reaching your climax with an extremely lewd moan that was muffled by one of your hands. He joined you, giving a few deep thrust before his own release, his dick twitching while filling you with the warmest sensation you’ve probably ever felt.

He relaxes his jaw and pulls away from you, soothing the oncoming sting from the bite with his tongue as he lapped up any drips of blood still trying to escape. Your body was tired and your vision was blurry, so you simply tried to catch your breath until you regained a little stability.

Once Aether had stopped the bleeding, he lifted his head and rested it on your own, your noses pressed against one another.

“I love you too, tesorina. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You nodded your head, trying to sit up with him, but he planted you flat on your back. You were a little confused, until he pulled a towel from his closet and a change of clothes. He wiped up the cum that was now spilling out of you, careful not to rub on any spot that was too sensitive. Sitting you up, he slid one of his shirts over your head, and a nice pair of socks onto your feet, topped off with a tender kiss on the forehead.

He threw on a pair of boxers and got into bed, pulling you into his chest from behind, trying his best not to touch the fresh mark on your shoulder. You two cuddle like that for a while, and you eventually start to drift off, Aether leaving you one final bit of praise to dream of.

"Even like this, dolcezza, you're still so perfect. Goodnight, I'll see you in my dreams."

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[dduane]

I was addicted to your Young Wizards series as a youth, but I'm finally here reading Games Wizards Play as a 33 year old and it's giving me the same joy and comfort your novels gave me 20 years ago. Hearing Nita's dad give her the caring "birds and bees" talk that all teens deserve inspired me to finally come into this ask box and thank you for all you've given me and so many others over the years. You taught me how to try not to increase entropy, and validated my belief in the power of language to shape reality. I may not have found the manual, I may not have had my official Ordeal, but I will always consider myself a Wizard, and I will always say to the Lone Power "Greetings and defiance". Dai stiho, most honored cousin.

P.S. I adore the new editions with the updated technology and whatnot! And the covers are so lovely!

You're very, very welcome. Thanks for the nice words. :)

(And also, for the compliment for the covers on the New Millennium Editions. They're sort of a decade old now, and I'm starting to consider what the next generation of covers will look like. But I'm glad the older ones are still working for you.)

#Young Wizards #Games Wizards Play #New Millennium Editions

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd pt. 11

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on your annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International.

Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing/ tension, SMUTTT, oral sex,outside sex, daddy kink, spanking, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Hello everyone! Its summer in Graceland and it hot 😏 if you know what I mean😉 Like I said previously, this fic is coming to its end very soon but I have other stories coming soon to that I’m VERY excited about and cannot wait to tell you more.

I'm so glad you've been liking this story so much! I also mentioned earlier that I’m also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want!☺️

This has been so much fun to write and hear your reactions! Enjoy! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think! 🖤

The Memphis sun baked into your skin today and radiated its warmth through your body. You were soon discovering how hot Memphis can get in the summers and you were not prepared for that by any means. The one nice thing about it was how your skin had a nice glowing tan now, one that matched Elvis’.

The first few weeks living at Graceland was something out of a dream. It felt wonderful to be with Elvis every day and get to know each other on a deeper level. He was so catering and his southern hospitality really shined through to make sure you felt like you were right at home. Anything you wanted, he would get you to make you the happiest while you were staying here. You didn’t have time to pack before you and Elvis got on his plane to go straight to Memphis. To be completely honest, you didn’t want to see anyone try and convince you to stay, and after the events that happened with your parents, you definitely didn’t want to hear it.

Elvis bought you an entire new wardrobe that was completely unnecessary, but was so generous of him to do that for you. You could tell a lot of the outfits were hand-picked by him based on how revealing some of them were.

It was an adjustment living with so many people all the time. The house was constantly buzzing until the later parts of the night, where you can hear the crickets sing and the house finally came to a still.

Night falls, and you decide to go for a swim. Elvis isn’t anywhere to be found so you’ll just go in by yourself. He has been a bit high-strung since he is opening in Vegas once again in a few days. He had been rehearsing in Los Angeles the last few weeks, going back and forth from there, and back to Memphis every few days to try to get the show perfect. This was going to be his third time playing in Vegas and wanted to make sure the show was fresh and exciting still. You assured him that it was going to be great, but he’s too much of a perfectionist to relax until it’s actually done. The added pressure of having it professionally filmed also weighed on him. MGM was filming six shows for this new movie so that meant Elvis has to find new songs for such. You wanted him to relax when he was home but he couldn’t fully enjoy the quiet. He was always picking up a guitar and playing or going to the piano.

This meant he was less attentive to you and your needs. Not that you were being selfish, it was just how it was. You respected that he was so dedicated of an artist that his craft was the most important thing to him. You knew this next show was going to be even better than what you experienced, and that’s saying a lot.

He’d show affection always, but the more close, intimate moments were brief, if at all present.

You didn’t take it personally, you understood, but you wanted him desperately. You wanted to find the right time to get him alone, and have him take you right there, no questions asked.

After rummaging through your drawer to find the right swimsuit, you decide to go with the high-waisted two-piece one with the cherry pattern on it. You grab a towel from the bathroom and go back downstairs to the pool.

You place your towel on one of the reclining sun chairs and dip your toes into the dark aqua pool. It was cool and brought a slight shiver to you, but with the blazing sun beating down on it all day made it feel like the perfect temperature to cool off at night. You quickly jump in and get the instant satisfaction of being able to feel so much more comfortable.

The pool isn’t large by any means, but big enough to do laps and get a nice workout in.

As you do your laps, your mind continues to wander to needing Elvis. You knew he wanted you too by just the look in his eye, but his mind was somewhere else and probably didn’t find it right to give you half of his attention when it came to that sort of stuff.

You take a break from swimming and float on your back, getting to stare at the shining stars twinkling in the sky.

“Well what do we have here,” Elvis teases.

You pop your head up to the sound of his voice and see him standing on the other side of the pool, wearing a pink short sleeve button up with black pants. His eyes have this wild child like glint of mischief when he looks at you.

“Nothing that would interest you,” you tease back. He chuckles softly and walks to the side of the pool you’re on.

“It looks like something I’d like,” he says, crouching down to see you closer. You swim closer to him, hanging onto the ledge of the pool by your fingertips, looking up at him between his legs.

“Why don’t you come in here and find out if it’s something you like,” you jest.

A devious smirk arises from him, “I see just fine right here baby.”

You reach out and pull at his shirt, popping off the first button. He looks down at the pearl pink button fall onto the concrete.

You stare pleadingly at him, the light beaming behind him from the back door fixture, cascading a shadow over him making him look like an angel. His golden tan skin gleaming and his black hair dancing in the breeze. Your hand continues to work his shirt buttons, trying to feel his skin touching yours.

“Come in baby, get those pants off,” you coo.

He lets out a exasperated laugh, “woman you know what I’m wearing under here,” he says smugly.

Yep you do… nothing.

“Are you being shy E? You don’t want to let little Elvis free for a swim?” You say cunningly.

His face flushed and he shakes his head at you in disbelief.

“I swear to God woman…” he trails off.

A devious little idea pops in your head and want to tease him further, make him have to get in here and pay attention to you. Your hands reach around to your back and untie the straps around your rib cage. Once they are free, you lift the top off your neck and throw it at his feet, making a splashing noise when it hits the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing?,” his voice full of concern and slight agitation.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you mean,” You say innocently. You bring you hands out to your side, kicking off the wall of the pool and away from him. Your chest elevates as you swim away and your nipples rise above the water, hardened by the cool water. His eyes grow in shock, checking over his shoulder to the back sliding door and the kitchen windows that no one was looking at the scene you were making.

“Y/n you better put this back on right now. I don’t want anyone seeing you like this,” he says firmly, his voice controlled and unplayful.

You shake your head no at him, swimming further away from him, drawing him to follow you to the other side of the pool. Your hands go back under water and pull your bottoms down, bringing them to the surface and ringing them out before throwing them in Elvis’ direction. His jaw drops and his eyes darken.

“Honey, I’m not playing with you, you better put these back on right now,” he growls. You know you should be carful, you’ve seen how his temper can flare when you don’t listen. But you didn’t care. You wanted his attention and this is how you were going to get it.

“Nope. Not until you get in here with me,” you sayin a snarky tone.

Elvis frustratedly throws your swim suit down on the ground and jumps in the pool after you. You quickly swim to the other side as you see him come up for air, wiping his hair out of his face, searching for you with wild eyes.

“Y/n, come here,” He barks. “You want someone to see you like this?!”

You can’t help but giggle at the rise you’re getting out of him.

“You’re going to have to come get me before I put any clothes back on,” you tease.

Staying in the deep end of the pool, you try to dodge him and swim away from him. Both of you are getting out of breath and your legs are getting tired. You can’t help but laugh at how serious he’s being right now. It’s a rare occasion when Elvis is dead serious and not cracking a joke. But the thought of one of the guys seeing you naked makes his blood boil and his temper flare off.

He catches up with you and pins you to the side of the pool wall, fire blazing wildly in his eyes as he grabs your arms stilling you. You’re in the middle of the pool and your feet don’t touch the ground anymore. He still stands up fine and gives him more leverage to pin you here and control your movements.

“I thought you knew how to listen to me after all this time, but instead you’ve just become more of an insolent little brat hmm?”

You push your hips into him and let out a soft sigh out, liking the much needed attention of his body on yours.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say innocently.

“Oh, don’t you do that with me. I’m not gonna have that. You want someone to see you naked?” He fumes.

You take a second to look at his face, seeing the clear frustration but nonetheless beautiful and very distracting.

“If I were to say yes… is daddy going to punish me?” You say in a hushed whisper, your hand wandering down underwater to his bulge, squeezing it in your hand and watching him jump.

He looks at you in shock, waiting for you to say anything else.

“Yes, I’ll have to show you who you belong to,” he growls. “No other man gets to see you naked but me,” possessiveness dripping off his tongue. He lets go of you and gets out of the pool.

He stands in front of you, his clothes dripping wet and clung to his body, showcasing his best assets right in front of you. He looks so inviting, so handsome, you want to get on your knees for him right now.

“Get out of the pool,” he commands.

“You want to at least grab my towel,” you say snappy.

He makes a snide chuckle, “Since you don’t care if anyone will see you, thought you wouldn’t need one.” He barks.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smirking, knowing your little game is working.

“No you’re right baby. That was a silly thing to ask for,” you say challengingly.

You wade over to the steps to get out of the pool and step out, brushing back your wet hair out of your face and letting it fall on your back.

The look on his face on priceless, the disbelief that you would actually walk around naked out of the pool so confidently shocks him to the core.

You walk by him, flicking your wet hair in his direction and walking to the lounging chairs where you had left your pool towel. His eyes burn holes into your backside watching you walk away. You nonchalantly pat your body dry, ringing your hair out, and taking a seat on the chair. You stretch your arms out above you and let them dangle off the chair. You hear his footsteps coming toward you and he stops right in front of you.

“You think this is a game?” He questions harshly. “I’m not going to ask again,” he cautioned.

You shake your head no at him, reaching to touch his cock again, feeling him tense up.

“Daddy’s going to have to teach you a lesson,” he growls, grabbing your wrist tightly, pulling your hand away from him.

Your core throbs at his words, needing his undivided attention more than anything.

“I’m going to need a long, in-depth lesson before I fully understand, daddy, and then I’ll listen” your words with an icy edge.

You reach for the towel behind your head and stand up, wrapping it around yourself and tucking in the corner at your breast.

Reaching down for his top button of his pants, you push the button through and slide down his zipper. You reach your hand into his pants and wrap your hand around his shaft, moving it up and down slowly.

“Daddy, please forgive me. I promise I’ll listen,” you coo.

You feel him get hard in your hand and watch as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, fighting the urge to succumb to you. The heat radiating off of him felt suffocating and made you want to crumble at his feet even easier than you could imagine.

He spins your body around, making it so his back is facing the back door and windows.

“Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are,” he commands, his fingers tracing the hem of the towel resting on your breasts. He pulls it down off of you, leaving you standing naked in front of you. The darkness of the night didn’t stop his eyes from glimmering with that mischievous glint.

“Mhmm, yes daddy,” you say softly, sinking to your knees at his feet.

He pulls his cock and balls out of his pants and glides his hand over his shaft, stroking it sprightly.

“Open that mouth for me baby,” he quips.

You obey and open your mouth, waiting for his tip to touch your tongue.

He pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock to the back of your throat. You instantly gag, not ready for his long length to be inside you like this. You squeeze onto the back of his thigh with your hands, needing to take some of his length out of you.

His hands reach into your hair, pulling your head back, making you look up at him.

“You’re gonna take this cock like a good girl. Take your punishment for not listening to me,” he growls. You whimper at his instructions, opening your mouth once again for him.

He lets out a pleased groan and puts his cock back inside your mouth, keeping the firm grip he has in your hair.

He fucks your mouth vigorously, making the most vile sounds come out of you and drool spilling from the slides of your mouth.

He changes pace and starts to push your head forward, taking in more of his cock while he keeps his hips still. You flatten your tongue out on the bottom of his shaft and watch as he lets out a breathy moan. You can’t help but smile that you can make such noises come out of him.

You try to suck as much as he would let you, letting out moans as he pulled out of you to let you breathe. Your hand slowly inches for his balls, cupping them softly and massaging them lightly in your hand. He pushes his hips forward as he feels you doing this, having you take his entire length in your mouth. You lick at the base of his cock, hearing his deep groans that fill the otherwise still night. Putting more pressure on his balls, you feel him tense in your mouth.

He groans and moves his hips slower while he’s inside you. You’re almost sure he’s going to cum like this, but he pulls his length out of your mouth and has you just focusing on his head and massaging his balls in your hand.

“Oh fuck mama, yes,” he gasps pulling himself out of you, “use your mouth on my balls now,” he directs as you gasp for air.

You eagerly take his shaft in your hand and start jerking it, placing your mouth near his sac. You give one long lick causing him to gasp. You use your fingertips to push his sac to your mouth, wanting to suck on one of his balls and shower him with attention.

You suck on one and his cock twitches in your hand. You test how much pressure you can put to make him groan the most. You lick and suck on his balls while still slowly jerking him off in your hand. You love the sounds he’s making, sounding like sweet music to your ears.

You had never done this before so it did make you a little nervous, but you would experiment with what he liked. Like the rest of him, his balls were large and heavy making your mouth water for him. He lets out a loud gasp as your tongue swirls around his teste, bringing a new pleasure to him when you have it inside your mouth.

He pulls you away from him, leaving a sucking pop sound with you release his ball from your mouth.

“Fuck mama, you’re killing me,” he says breathlessly. You can’t help but giggle slightly at his reaction to all of it. You could keep going if he would let you but he lets out a frustrated grumble as you look up at him with his cock still in your hand.

He doesn’t like the reaction from you, he doesn’t want to hear you enjoying your punishment for acting out so childishly. “Your punishment isn’t over yet baby. Get up.”

Elvis tucks himself back into his wet slacks and reaches for the towel that’s fallen on the floor to cover you, wrapping his arms around your torso and picking you up. He makes long, quick strides into the cool, air conditioned house, sneaking you down to the basement and into the jungle room.

He placed your body face down over the arm of the couch sitting in the middle of the room, your hands stretched out in front of you holding yourself up.

“You’re such a bad girl, always liking your punishments too much.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back and places a hard spank on your ass. The pain of it spreads through you like wildfire making you cry out.

“Elvis!” You say loudly, squirming out of his touch. He stills you putting a firmer grip on your hair and your hip. His hand comes down again and the sound of the spank is the only sound that fills the room. You let out another cry, hearing Elvis make a guttural noise.

“Elvis, Please!” You beg.

His hand comes down again and your eyes fill with water, pleasure seeping through when he gives another spank.

“Ah fuck,” you whimper.

His hands caress the swell of your ass, getting dangerously close to your folds. You feel your wetness pool more, making you want him badly. His fingertips brush your folds and the wetness spilling out of them. You push your hips back into his fingers more, wanting him to plunge them knuckle deep inside you. You hear him start to peel his wet clothes off of himself behind you and throw them to the side.

“Daddy, please,” you cry.

“You just love when daddy gives you attention Hmm?” He asks.

“Mhmmm, yes daddy I’ve missed you,” you groan.

“I know baby, being such a good little slut for me.”

His tip rubs against your folds as he continues to praise you. With a grunt, he plunges his cock inside you, stuffing you to the hilt. Both of you loudly groan and cry for more. You drive your hips back with him, wanting him to take you rough.

“Fuck me daddy,” you gasp, pushing your hips back with his.

Elvis cusses and lets out a pent up groan, making your pussy throb. He keeps one hand on your hip, using it as leverage when he snaps his hips into you, the other slithered down from your hair and wrapped around the front of your neck, keeping a light pressure on it, giving you a delicious tingling sensation.

His thrusts are hitting all the right places and with how sexually needy you’ve been, it’s not going to take very much to make you finish. He knows it too. The sounds you’re making for him tells him how good he’s making you feel and that you can’t take very much.

Suddenly he pulls out of you, leaving you breathless and begging for more.

“Baby, please. Don’t stop,” you pant, looking over your shoulder.

“Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to pull a little stunt like that again?” He questions.

“No daddy, I won’t I promise.” You plead.

He pulls your upper body up and goes to sit on the couch, his long legs spread out and his cock getting lazily tugged on in his hand.

“Then come and ride daddy. I want you to finish like this,” he beckons.

You stare at the man before you and get a chill just looking at him. You nod your head at him in compliance and straddle his frame. You hover over his cock, he lines you up and pushes your hips down onto him, sinking your wet heat all the way down his shaft. He cusses with how tight you feel and you feel the throbbing begin to feel unconsolable.

You glide yourself up again and watch his face this time as you sink back down on him hard. His face forms into pleasure, his eyes looking into yours, then down along your breasts as they begin to bounce as you ride him faster. He groans loudly, sending an electric shock to your core by just the sounds he makes when he’s getting fucked.

Your hands grip tightly in his wet hair as you ride him, not being able to get enough of him.

He leans his head back onto the couch, letting you take most of the control. He still has his hands on your hips, squeezing them tightly.

The coil and heat in your belly feels like it’s going to unravel any second now and he knows it. Your whimpers and moans increase as you swivel your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit on him in the process.

He stills you suddenly, making a shrill cry come out of you. He bores those serious blue eyes into you and bites his lip.

“Do you deserve to cum baby?” He asks.

You gasp and try to move your hips down but he won’t let you until you answer him.

“Yes, daddy, make me cum please. I’ve been a good girl,” you gasp.

He sinks you back down on him and helps you move up and down in his length. His fingers find your bud and rubs it like only he can.

Before you know it, your vision is filled with stars and you scream his name. He groans loudly when he watches you cum all over him, squeezing his cock and gasping for breath.

He finishes deep inside you, his member pulsating quick, thick spurts of his seed. You keep riding him even though your body is becoming exhausted. You don’t really know when the next time you’ll get him like this so you want to selfishly stay on him as long as you can.

Elvis grunts when you continue to grind on him and he sees your pleasure filled face riding him into oblivion.

“Mama, you’re gonna have to slow down you’re killin’ me,” he says gently through gasps.

You try and catch your breath, grabbing into his shoulders and calming yourself down.

“Sorry baby I got excited,” you tease.

“I’m not going anywhere baby. You can get more later if you want it. You don’t have to act out like a little devil to get my attention.” He assures.

You pauses looking away, “I know but you’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to bother you…” you trail off.

The look of realization washes over his face and his eyes grow sorrowful.

“Oh god baby, is that what this was all about? I haven’t been very attentive have I? Oh honey I’m so sorry,” he says pulling you in to embrace.

“It’s okay honey I know you’re under a lot of pressure. I didn’t want to distract.”

He looks at you smugly, “you are my favorite distraction though. Please tell me if you need something you know I’ll do it for you,” he says sweetly.

You nod your head and smile, “okay honey. I will I promise.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you upstairs so I can ruin you some more,” he says devilishly.

“Elvis! You need your rest before opening night. I can’t be the one held responsible for keeping you up all night. I’ll be fine,” you say exasperated.

“We’ll how about this, the show opens in three days, and I promise to get rest and be in top shape for the shows. But,” he pauses and pulls your chest to his, “I’m not going to let you sleep the first night we’re there. I want to ruin that perfect pussy of yours,” he says in a low sensual whisper.

Your heart skips when you hear him talk to you like this, “okay daddy.”

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Brothers

Request from ao3!

After an unpleasant discussion with Wu, Garmadon realizes that he needs to improve his relationship with his brother. After talking with his wife, he gets an idea on how to make it happen.

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"Brother," Wu called out to Garmadon as he arrived at the monastery.

"What is it?" Garmadon asked, a bit more harshly than he intended.

"I found something," Garmadon replied half-heartedly to Wu. "I was studying ancient scrolls."

"Oh, alright," Wu said, and they stood in uncomfortable silence for a while.

"What did you want to ask?" Garmadon asked Wu after some time.

"Nothing in particular," Wu shrugged. "I just wanted us to talk a bit... like brothers."

"About what?" Garmadon asked,"Did something happen?"then he realized what Wu meant.

It had been a long time since they talked about trivial things as brothers. A very long time.

"Nevermind," Wu spoke harshly. "I'm leaving."

"No, Wu!" Garmadon called out to him, and he turned around.

"What?"

"I just realized what you meant," Garmadon smiled at him. "We can talk about trivial things like brothers, right?"

"I guess," Wu shrugged.

They stood in an uncomfortable silence again until Garmadon decided to break the ice.

"So, how are you?"

"Pretty good," Wu replied and paused for a moment. "And you? Wife? Kids?"

"I'm good," Garmadon answered. Things were starting to get awkward. "I'm sure Misako and Lloyd are doing well too."

"Glad to hear that," Wu started to shift uncomfortably. "I should go. It was nice talking, brother."

"Same here," Garmadon said softly. He couldn't be happier that Wu had left.

"Great," he said to himself. "Another person you have to repair your relationship with because you messed everything up."

 ~~~~~

"What did Wu and I enjoy doing as kids?" Garmadon asked himself.

"What?" Misako asked, confused.

"Nothing, just thinking out loud," Garmadon replied.

"When we were kids, Wu and I liked to play at the playground, get into mischief, and do such things. I don't see anything we could do now."

"Fight each other?" Misako suggested. "You've always loved competing with each other."

"Actually, you've given me an idea!" Garmadon exclaimed.

"I didn't mean..."

"Love you!" Garmadon quickly pecked her forehead before running off to find Wu.

"..to actually fight each other," Misako sighed. "Nevermind, love you too."

~~~~~

"Come on, Wu!" Garmadon shouted so loudly that all the candles in Wu's hand fell to the floor.

"I was working, you know!" Wu got angry at his brother. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Just hold on a second," Garmadon replied and pulled him by the hand. "It's time to fix our relationship. We used to be best friends."

"I know," Wu said sadly. "But that was a long time ago."

"Don't you want it to be like that again?" Garmadon sadly asked.

For a moment, he feared that he had hurt him too much over the years.

"I do," Wu told him, still not in a cheerful tone.

"So, what's the problem then?Don't you believe that I can fix it?" Garmadon asked him.

"It's not that I don't believe," Wu defended himself. "I'm just afraid of what you've come up with."

"Well, actually, Misako gave me the idea," Garmadon told him.

"Even worse," Wu frowned, and they both started laughing.

"Tell me," Wu waved his hand.

"Take your katana." Garmadon corrected him,after remembering what happened the last time they fought like that.

The Wall.

The Snake.

The Bite.

The flashbacks were coming on their own

"Better take a staff. It's time to have a little fight."

"How does fighting improve our relationship?" Wu asked him.

"Come on, Wu, we've been fighting against each other since we were kids."

"That's true," Wu smiled. "Let's see which brother is stronger then."

"We already know it's me," Garmadon remarked.

He wanted to mention the time when he defeated his brothers in a fight, which led to the symbols on Wu's kimono being sent to the underworld, but decided it was better not to bring it up. 

~~~~~

"Wait, didn't you swear not to fight?" Wu asked him when they stood facing each other in the courtyard of the monastery.

"Hah, don't try to trick me, brother," Garmadon smiled. "You know good and well that I broke that promise when I was protecting my son from Overlord."

They approached each other, and Wu tried to strike Garmadon first, but Garmadon blocked his attack.

He spun around and attempted to hit Wu in the face, only for Wu to redirect the blow.

They fought for a long time until Garmadon managed to disarm Wu and pin him against the monastery wall.

"This time, I'm going after him," a sweaty Wu said and reached out his hand to Garmadon.

"Good fight. Shall we do it again?"

"Absolutely, we will,"Garmadon answered breathlessly and shook Wu's hand.

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I just need you to know that I have been thinking of Mix Tape nonstop ever since you posted it. The way that you write Eddie is *chefs kiss* and the stupidly cute mutual pining is everything. I love them and I am begging (in your own time and if you feel up to it at any point) for more to this story.

Mixtape pt. 2

part one here

I am so glad that you're obsessed with them because I am obsessed with them, too. I actually cried a little writing some of this :') I hope it lives up to the first part 💖

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: the last part wasn't gendered, but the reader is jokingly referred to as Eddie's girlfriend in this one. No pronouns. Some angst but a very happy ending, lots of music references, language, and I'm very sorry if anyone feels I've misinterpreted the lyrics to Dio's Rainbow in the Dark 😬

You're still turning the little black button in your fingers when the bell above the door rings. The shelves are pretty tall between the entrance and where you stand, but you'd recognize the bright blue brim of that thinking cap anywhere.

"Hey Dustin," you can't help but smile at him as he appears, no matter how shitty you feel. He's a sweet kid, and his presence had grown on you—almost as much as Eddie's has. You were surprised to learn they were friends, at first—until you found out that Eddie spent most of his paychecks on new D&D manuals and that Dustin had the mouth of a sailor.

"Hey," he smiles back—a nice, big smile that makes his eyes go squinty—drumming his fingers on the counter, "is Eddie here?"

You feel your own smile falter, glancing back over your shoulder so he wouldn't notice. "Yeah, just in the back, I think."

You know that's where he is. You've been hiding from each other for the past hour.

Dustin nods, already familiar with the store layout even if the door to the back wasn't clearly labeled employees only. Eddie's voice reaches you through the opening Dustin leaves when he enters.

"Henderson! The fuck are you doing here?"

He sounds just like he always does—a thin veil of sarcasm doing nothing to hide the fact that he's happy to see Dustin. You can picture their greeting well enough, their clasped palms, Eddie's sweet smile.

Dustin responds in the same snarky tone. "Your girlfriend let me back."

That catches your attention. You reach for the dial on the radio beside you, turning the volume down as low as you could manage without attracting their notice, hoping to catch more of their conversation.

Too bad for you. There's no more words spoken between them; all you hear is a harsh shhh, and then some footsteps, followed by the sound of the door latching shut.

And then silence.

Your mind buzzes. Your girlfriend. Dustin had called you Eddie's girlfriend.

You do your best to temper the nerves in your stomach—he might just be making fun of you, teasing Eddie about your obsessive crush. Maybe Eddie was embarrassed, and he'd shut the door, hoping you wouldn't hear him and get any crazy ideas. Maybe he and Henderson were stifling their laughs right now, choked up about how gullible you could be.

There's only one way to find out.

Getting caught listening outside the door would be mortifying—like change your name and leave the state mortifying—so you grab the feather duster from beneath the counter and made your way to the back shelves.

It's quieter here, out of range of the radio speakers and further from the street entrance and the occasional roar of passing cars. There's always a lull around this time of day; it's just you and the deep rumble of Eddie's voice, muffled behind the wall.

You don't let yourself breathe, barely brushing the duster over the shelves, just to be sure it won't make any noise. It takes a moment for your ears to adjust, but you manage to piece together a few of the words he's saying.

Thought. Me. Never. Hasn't. None of them make any sense, not until the last.

Mixtape.

There was no avoiding it anymore. If you wanted any answers, you'd have to listen.

Your bag is behind the counter, and you rush back to it, digging through its depths until your fingers wrap around the cassette player.

His tape is still in there, even if you couldn't listen—carrying it around felt like you were keeping a piece of Eddie with you. Maybe the only piece you'd ever have. You'd spent plenty of time turning the tape in your fingers, tracing the shape of Eddie's messy scrawl on the label—your name, written in permanent marker.

You slip the headphones around your neck with shaking hands and a deep breath, popping one of the speakers over your ear and leaving the other free in case somebody walked in.

The tape whirs to life, putting you back where you'd last left off—about twenty seconds into the opening track. Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin.

It was one of the first songs you and Eddie had in common.

It had been maybe your second or third shift together. You'd been humming along at the register while he restocked some of the shelves, watching him warily. It was easy to feel intimidated by Eddie—he made sure of that with the way he dressed. Beyond showing him around the stock room and letting him know when you were going to take lunch, you'd hardly said three words to him. But you'd looked at him a lot.

You can still picture the way he'd leaned over the counter, with his shirt just riding up over the hem of his jeans, twisting the dial up with his long, slender fingers. Can still see the way he'd glanced up at you with his big, brown eyes, his mouth turned up at the corner.

"I love this song."

It was the first thing you could think to say, stunned stupid under his gaze. His smile grew wider, his head nodding in approval. When he winked at you, your heart raced.

"You have good taste."

The encounter had stayed on your mind for weeks after.

You press on the fast-forward button until it clicks, letting the tape wind past the song and its familiar melody. It's an hour and a half long tape, and you don't have time to listen to all of it, on a mission to find the one he'd said reminded him of you—the one about the rainbow in the dark.

You let it play every few minutes, and you recognize most of the songs—impromptu concerts you'd put on together in between customers, songs you'd argued bitterly over for weeks on end. You actually laugh out loud when you turn the tape and hear the opening chords to Wham!'s Heartbeat, thinking about the way he'd gotten on his knees, begging you to switch the station whenever it came on.

Your palms grow slick the closer you get to the end. Not a single song has even mentioned rainbows. Heart sinking, you just catch the ending of The Promise, and you wait for the familiar click signifying that the tape has ended. Instead you're met with a flood of guitar.

The new melody washes over you—stronger than you'd expected—and you slip the other headphone over your ear, ready to get lost in it.

It has to be this one. It has to be.

The lyrics aren't what you'd thought—or hoped—they would be. Nothing overly romantic. No I love yous or you complete mes. It's somber, really—all about what it feels like to be alone, without hope. No sign of the morning coming. No light at all.

. . . except the rainbow in the dark.

Oh.

You play it again, and again, listening closely to the lyrics, letting the notes twine through your fingers and the guitar shake your soul. When you go to swipe the headphones down around your neck, you find tears on your cheek.

It was a love song. All of them were. They were love songs because he loved them. They were love songs because he wanted to give them to you.

It was so easy to imagine him sat intently by his radio or with his boom box, waiting for each song to come on and sorting through tape after tape, hardly moving when it recorded so the audio could stay pure. How he'd picked each of these songs and remembered you, thought of you, dreamed of you. With every song he'd found and recorded, the words were repeated. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Eddie loved you.

You stand abruptly, throwing the cassette player to the table and ripping the mixtape from inside, running because you have to let him know that you love him, too.

The door flies open and you find Eddie pacing, Dustin sat on the step stool.

With one look at your tear stained face, Eddie's on Dustin, gripping him hard by the shoulder and forcing him out of the door.

"Out."

You hear him pushing Dustin towards the front despite the boy's high-pitched protests. The bell rings, and then Eddie's back, quicker than you thought possible.

He meets you with a few quick strides—immediately kicked into protective overdrive, stroking a soothing pattern over your skin with his thumbs, warm hands cupped around your arms and his eyes heavy with worry.

"Hey, baby, what happened? Did the creep come back? Because I've been telling you you don't have to talk to him anymore, okay? I can take care of it—"

You shake your head, forcing his silence. "It's not that."

He spies the cassette in your outstretched hands, and recognition dawns, his cheeks flushing pink.

"Oh."

That's all he can say.

You're both motionless in the silence, staring into each other's eyes, and you try to form your mouth around the words you've been wanting to say for way too long.

The only one's you manage are: "I didn't know."

There's relief in the grin he gives you, in the laugh that follows, and it breaks across his face like sunshine when he pulls you closer and you don't pull away.

"You didn't know," he repeats, staring up at the ceiling with a incredulous laugh, "honey, I thought I was being obvious."

And you're laughing, too, high-pitched and breathless, drunk on this feeling of his hands and his voice and his laugh. Your voice is small when you tell him the truth.

"I thought you were making fun of me."

Eddie's eyes go wide, his fingers inching forward, wrapping around your waist.

"About this, baby? Never. About your taste in music, though—"

You scoff in fake offense, rolling your eyes, but nothing sticks when you're feeling this happy. "Shut up."

You slap him on the shoulder just looking for an excuse to touch him. He traps your hand in his, pulling it to his heart, its beat under your fingers as familiar as your favorite song.

"How about you make me?"

Yeah, you can do that.

You press up onto your tiptoes, catching his lips against yours, and he kisses you back, bowing your spine under the weight of his insistence, one arm snaking around you, holding you close. He kisses you long, and soft, and deep—making up for lost time—the mixtape trapped between you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #my writing #requests

[saltiness-is-my-love-language]

Can you do a Triumphant!Wilson × Female!Reader to make a evil romantic relationship to join his dark side to make her his evil queen in the constant?

Don't Starve Together (Triumphant! Wilson x Female! Reader)

(TW: slight manipulation)

It's not clear why or how you ended up in the constant. One minute you were minding your business when you were sucked into a spiral-like portal. For the past few days, you've had to survive independently. Killing monsters and gathering materials. All while you had the feeling of being watched.

One day you met Wolfgang while you both tried to help each other kill a deerclops together. Once the stupid thing was dead Wolfgang invited you back to his base where you meet other survivors. It was nice, but sometimes you could hear them whisper with worry about someone named 'Wilson'.

"Who's Wilson?" you asked Wickerbottom. "Another survivor and friend of ours, but he went missing and we haven't found him since," she says setting her book down. "I'm sorry for your loss," you say giving the older lady a hug. "Thank you dear," she returns giving you a hug as well. Suddenly you were ripped away from the hug by an unknown force that not even you or Wickerbottom knew what it was.

As time passes you notice strange things happening. Thermal rocks would appear in your tent on colder nights, monsters never seemed to attack you, and it felt like you were being physically guided somewhere.

Then one day... "Wilson!" Webber yelled running over to a medium-sized male in a dark suit with spiky shoulder pads and slicked-back hair shaped like a spiky W. "Hello Webber," he said petting the spider boy on his head. Everyone gathered around their friend asking questions. Only you and Maxwell stayed back.

Since you didn't know the man, and you did not want to spoil the little reunion the group was having. As for Maxwell, he seemed to be slightly scared of Wilson's return.

"And who's that?" Wilson asks pointing a gloved finger at you. "That's a new member (Reader). She's been a great help," Wickerbottom says. "Agreed, new member very helpful!" Wolfgang adds.

"Hello there dear," he says to you, holding out a hand. "Hi," you awkwardly say taking his hand. "What is someone as beautiful as you doing in a place like this?" he asks holding eye contact. "I'm not entirely sure myself sir," you say. "No need for formalities, my name is Wilson," he laughs as other members return to doing what they were doing.

"Oh, you're the missing person! I'm glad you are okay," you exclaim almost like you forgot the interaction everyone was having a few seconds ago. "Well thank you for the concern my dear (Reader), I do hope we can become very good acquittances," Wilson says before bowing down and heading to his old tent.

"Be careful," Maxwell says watching Wilson leave. "Excuse me?" you ask. "I said be careful around him, being gone and alone for so long on your own here can mess up your brain," he explains. "I was on my own here for a while are you implying I have a messed up head," you exclaim raising a brow.

"What no! Ugh you women and your emotions," he grumbles before walking away. "Go choke on a rock!" you shout out after him not noticing the eyes watching you leave sliming at what just played out.

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A couple of weeks passed, and the bond between you and Wilson grew. First, it started with you always being in the same group to go out and collect resources. Then you both started hanging out in your free time chatting by the fire, or talking while he worked on inventions.

Others at the camp started to see how Wilson would save food for you or make you avoid getting dangerous jobs. Many also saw the glare he gave to anyone who got too close to you or how he would purposely find ways for you to rely on him. Slowly they started to talk to you less, because of the fear of what would happen to them.

One day while out in a flower field making flower crowns in the hope it could help fix some of the friendships you didn't hear the sounds of footsteps.

"Hello dear," the familiar voice rang out. "Wilson, hi!" you exclaim patting a spot for him to join you. "What are you doing out here all on your own?" he asks taking a seat next to you and sitting closer taking in your scent. "Trying to make flower crowns for everyone else back at camp," you explain not seeing how Wilson's brows furrow at that.

"Oh, I made you one too," you say, grabbing a crown made of roses. Placing it on his head you get back to work trying to hide the blush. "Roses?" he asks pulling off a petal and playing with it in his hand.

"I thought it matched your sharper angles and clothing, plus they're pretty," you explain. "Hmm, you're very insightful," he says, leaning closer. "Thanks, but it seems it's not really helping right now," you say placing down your current crown. "Why's that?" he asks playing with some of your hair.

"Because no one is talking to me. Feels like they don't want me around anymore," you explain, tears coming to your eyes. The people who you helped and survived with all of a sudden turned their shoulders to you. "There's no need to cry, you never really needed them in the first place," he says.

"Why's that?" you now ask, this time turning to look at him seeing a slight blush on his face. That was something you've noticed, no matter how confident he acted he was still a shy awkward nerd.

"Because I can help you. I mean who do you think kept you safe all of those times before you met me?" he questions. "You?" "Exactly," he says with a smirk. That was all him helping you? Scaring off monsters and even your friends. It makes sense since he showed up everyone became distant and Maxwell did warn you.

"Crazy idea," he randomly says breaking your train of thought. "How about we leave this place," he adds leaning back crushing a small flower under his hand. "And go where?" you ask placing down the flowers. "To my new palace. If you don't like it we can build another palace for you, either way, you wouldn't have to worry about being ignored or left for dead," he explains leaning forward closer to you.

"But what if they need our help?" "Oh (Reader)," he laughs placing a hand on your head. "I've always liked how you care so much about others, but isn't it about time someone cared for you?" he inquires touching foreheads with you. "I guess," you quietly say.

"Then come with me. Become my queen and we can live in peace without fear of starvation or death," he says. Looking back at the base you can see others laughing amongst themselves. A happier atmosphere took over the camp without you there. Looking back at Wilson you give a slight nod. "What if I say no?" you inquire. "Do I have to remind you who kept you safe this whole time? You do owe me for that, my dear," Wilson says smiling. "Plus look at them! They seem so happy without you there. Without your help and everything you did for them. It's only fair to punish them for such bad behavior," he adds.

"Okay, I'll go with you," you say after thinking. It's hard being a nice person for so long. "Wonderful! Oh my dear (Reader) you will not regret this," he exclaims picking you up and spinning you before crashing his lips onto yours. "I promise I'll keep you safe," He whispers placing you down with his forehead pressed to yours. "Alright I trust you," you say gently kissing his nose causing him to blush again. "Let us get going now shall we my Queen," he says bowing.

"Of course my King," you laugh doing a fake curtsy. Smiling Wilson hooks his arms with yours leading you away from the base as the fog moves out of the way revealing the base to be empty.

(This one ended up being a bit of a yandere, but whatever)

(Art by me)

#ds x reader #dst #dst x reader #dst wilson x reader #dst wilson #ds wilson #don't starve together x reader #don't strave together #don't starve #don't starve together wilson #don't starve wilson

[legendofmorons]

This isn't skyloft (Sky)

Pairing: Sky x reader

Rating: G

Summary: You end up finding the chain, but you also find your partner Sky, you have a nice catch up.

Genre: Fluff, reunion, romance

Warnings: None

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You aren't sure how you ended up here, just that you fell through a portal that reeked of evil. The world around you is not skyloft- or the surface Link had shown you...

Instead it's a field, covered in rolling hills and grass.

Well, you suppose you need to start looking for someone. At least you had been on patrol for the knight academy, dressed with chain armor under your uniform. And you have your sword and shield.

It isn't as if you're defensless.

You start walking towards what looks like the outline of a city.

You hear chatter, which makes sense it's roughly noon, people would be up.

"I dunno, Twi," Someone says, nearby, "Something feels up."

You see a group of men, and they all look armed to the teeth.

Well... That's not the most reassuring thing- but you can still ask a few questions.

"Excuse me? I'm a little lost where am I?"

The men turn, five in total.

One is has a scar across his eyes and face markings to boot, in heavy armor.

One has a pelt and face markings on his forehead.

One has scars all over the left side of hisbface and neck, long hair pulled back.

One is wearing a blue scaf.

And the fifth- has a streak of pink and wears what looks like the most countrified boots you've ever seen.

"Just outside Hateno Village." Says the one with all the scars.

"Okay... And that would be where?"

"South Eastern Hyrule."

"Hyrule?" You ask, confused and definitely a far way from home.

"Yes. The kingdom of hurule."

"I see... I really am lost- okay. Thank you all-"

Another man approaches from behind the others, sandy hair all too familiar. hHs clothes are from Skyloft- and signs point to one thing.

"Link!" Ypu call to the newcomer, "Hylia above - is that you?!"

All five others share a look.

The new comer- Link rushes forwards, "(Y/n)?!"

"I missed you. Oh my goddess!" You smile.

Link picks you up and spins you when he reaches you, pressing your foreheads together when he sees you down.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"I fell through a portal- it felt all evi. But you're here! I missed you!"

He moves one hand from around you to your face, cradling it gently. He smiles as you lean into the touch, foreheads still touching.

"You should be at home. Finishing knight school."

"I didn't mean to fall through the ground, Link."

"Sky- who is this?" Asks the tallest of the men around you.

"Oh- right." Link- Sky?- pulls away, hand still on your waist, "This is (Y/n), my partner. (Y/n) These are other chosen heroes. "

"Oh." You say, suprisdd and sad that they're all here. "Well... Nice to meet you all."

They all give you their name- or nickname as you suspect.

And then you're being whisked away by Sky, told that you're going out for dinner, that the inn here has a good dinner.

So you follow him happily, listening to him tell you about whatever be likes. Mostly his adventures and the other heroes.

He takes you inside the inn, stopping to order dinner before Sitting you at a table.

"I've missed you so much, song bird." Sky says to you, his face soft.

You smile back at him, "I missed you too. I can't believe you ended up on another quest."

"Yeah... But I have friends this time."

"That's good."

"I can't believe ypu ended up here- this is very much not our time."

"Yeah... I know. But at least I found you!"

He just laughs, warm and wonderful as he sets his hand atop your's. "I'm glad you found me."

"I guess I'll be traveling with you guys for a while." You say, "At least til I end up at home."

"I'd love that. You're always welcome at my side."

"You're a sap."

"I'm your sap, maybe." He smiles again, a lot more carefree with you beside him.

"Did I tell you Groose has been writing letters?" You ask, almost laughing.

"You did!"

"Once I finish school, I still plan on joining you and Zelda on the surface, if you'll let me."

"Of course I will." Sky says quickly, "I'd love that a lot!"

You grin at him, "Pipit graduated last month, it was pretty awesome to see."

"It's not a suprise."

"No. It isn't. But still. And headmaster Geapora is always asking about you."

"What do you tell him?"

"That you were needed for some new quest."

"Well... That's honest."

"I didn't know what had happened to you actually, it's just what made the most sense."

"I wish I'd been able to warn you."

"It's okay, the whole saving the world business is difficult. "

"It can be."

"Seriously, Link, as long as you come back alive I am not going to complain."

"You're perfect."

"Maybe. More like I'm perfect for you."

"I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too hero boy."

You both laugh again, something mending in both of you at actually talking after several months.

The sudden separation was hard on you both- except Sky knew what was happening and you didn't.

"Did you know the fortune teller warned me this would happen?"

"He did?" Sky asks, half baffled half unsurprised. After all the man had always been right if if a little cryptic.

"Yeah! He said I'd 'find my love far in the future below the clouds'."

"When did he say that?"

"A week before you left! I just thought he was telling me I'd get married on the surface or something."

"You thought you'd get married?"

"Well. Yeah? I know it's sappy and neither of us have talked about it... But yeah I can see myself getting married to you."

"You would wanna marry me?"

"Yeah. I would."

"Oh- I'll keep that in mind for when we get back. "

"Good. Just actually come back in one piece."

"I always do!"

"I know."

#lu #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu sky #lu sky x reader

[deepseaorcapt]

Let You Break My Heart Again

Pairing: Revali x GN! Hylian Reader Summary: You and Revali have been friends for some time despite your differences before. You worked/lived in Hyrule Castle Town for most of your time and finally found time today to visit your dear friend. Themes: Romance, Angst, Unrequited Love Word Count: 1,661 A/N: Reader is honestly heavily based off of my OC, Lillia, but since this is my first rodeo, I kind of wanted to make it for everyone, so here you go! I also suggest listening to Laufey’s Let You Break My Heart Again. Tell me if you’d like a sequel too because I’ve been thinking of some things.

It's been quite some time since you've last visited Rito Village. Your duties at Hyrule Castle Town never dwindled for the past months at all. Today, however, you've found some time to ride your stead up to Rito Village, a place where you found comfort for most of your days.

Giving your horse a pet and leaving him at the Rito Stable, You breathe in as the cool air brushes your ears slightly. You sigh as you take in its sights. The sound of chirping from the little chicks welcomes you as you make your way into the village.

Greeting guards as you pass by, as well as some other friends you've made before, you make your way to greet the village elder. On your way there, a very fond friend of yours catches your attention as he stands on his own landing, Revali's Landing.

"Well, if it isn't you. Took you quite a while to visit me and I could tell from the look on your face, you've missed me very much." He snarkily remarks as he makes his way to you, his wings holding each other on his back. You scoff but give him a slight smile, "Well, Is it bad that maybe I have?" You say with fondness as Revali is quite taken aback, the feathers on his neck puffing up as he shakes his head to the side. "As you should." He replies softly, quite obviously embarrassed. You chuckle as you watch your friend. 

Approaching the landing, feeling the cold air all around you. It felt truly like home. You approached the edge, holding onto the railing and looked at Revali. "It's nice to see Rito Village still be the quiet and humble place I've grown to love." You said as you smiled and looked up at the slightly taller Rito. He quickly retaliates with a huff, "Well, even without you here, we would have been fine like we've always been." Revali has always been sharp with his tongue and a bit insensitive at times but after spending time as his friend, you've learned to see through this proudness and aloofness of his. 

You look at him, glancing at his bright emerald eyes. You tell him, "Well, I would honestly say I'm glad to hear it, I know as well that I have to thank you for keeping this place safe too, Revali." Giggling a bit before giving him a genuine smile and a slight bow as you thank him. His feathers puff up again and he avoids your eyes. It's not that Revali isn't used to such politeness, but it's more that he finds it embarrassing that you acknowledge his credit so easily. "But of course, I excel well for the village. It would be disappointing if the Rito’s champion would let any harm come close. Besides, I would say that we, Ritos, have great taste." He says proudly as you chuckle. 

Silence fills the air once more. ‘Has it always been this awkward between us both?’ You thought as you tighten your grip on the railing slightly, your heart beated loudly in your chest as your ears are filled with the deafening silence.

"Enough of this small talk, I've got no time for such. What matters do you have in the village?" He curiously asks, breaking the silence. 

You stayed silent for a few moments, thinking over the reason why you came to the village in the first place, why you wanted so much to escape your duties for a day to visit Rito Village.

You breathe in getting ready for what you were about to say. "I… I really wanted to… No, I needed to take time off. It was a bit suffocating back home.” You say a bit solemnly before you hear Revali say quietly, “I see.”

The silence returned for a few moments as you looked at your hands as your nails slightly dug into the dark pine wood. The cold felt like it was seeping into your snowquill coat. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the silence, you bit your lip slightly then looked at Revali. 

“I also… I also honestly wanted to see you, Revali." 

Gently let go of your grip on the railing as you finally said it all. You give him a tired smile as a slight blush dusts your cheeks. 

You've grown fond of the Rito as much as you've had with the village. Sharing memories, as well as, little connections through your hobbies have made him a great friend to you. His brilliance in archery and flight, you've thought are all reasons for his growing ego and found it cute. In moments like these, when you both just need time to stop and let silence fill the void, you both found comfort in being there together.

He chuckles as he realizes the situation and faces you. “I would honestly say, I’m honored to have you want to see me.” He teases you a bit before watching the view in front of him once more. He wasn’t the type to really admit he felt the same, but you knew with the way he phrased it, he was just as glad to see you as well. It brought a smile to your face as you let out a giggle. You loosened up and then asked, “How about you, Revali? How have you been? I’ve noticed you’ve been nicer to me today.”

His prussian blue feathers slightly puff up in the wind as he relaxes before he starts, "Well if you must know…” His voice trails off as he puts his wings on the railing as well for support. He was hesitant and it showed. He closes his eyes for a bit before facing you, staring at your eyes directly. "I've grown fond of someone in the village and… She has... returned my affections as well." He says rather quietly but a hint of pride can be heard in his voice. 

You blink as you hear this. His words didn’t processed to you as quickly as it should nor as you had imagined. As a Hylian, you knew your affections wouldn't value much to the Rito, accepting that the anatomical differences might have affected his attraction to your Hylian nature, but was it really that impossible of an idea that you could’ve been together?

Your mind was empty save for the echoing words of his affections for this other Rito. Affection, how much you craved his. You were silent which concerned the Rito quite a bit. He calls your name softly and it rips your heart even more. Even after the revelation, the fondness of how he says your name takes hold of your heart so gently. You couldn’t help but despise it and yet, your arms tremble wanting to be in his embrace. You shook your head as you composed yourself, trying to be as supportive as you could to your friend. 

"That's great, Revali. I wouldn't peg you to be the type to fall in love at all." You teased as you tried to fake a smile to him, causing him to puff up his feathers again and looking away from you. "Wh- You really think I'm not capable of that!? You think that I didn’t have the ability to fall in love?!" He scoffs at your words, sounding offended by your teasing but knowing of your usual teasing. You reply to him with a smile, “Couldn’t help it if the only few words that come out of your mouth are training, pride, and greatness. All of which, directed to yourself.” He opens his mouth in disbelief and crosses his arms quite a bit before you look back out into the region once more.

Revali settles down and sighs, "... I just thought it would be fair that you knew, as a... friend of mine." It took quite some time before he said the last part but he did so anyway. His words sting more than they should, as if the back of your neck felt a prickling down your spine. You both were silent. The winds of the Tabantha region blow as you hear the ruffling of cloths and feathers. It felt agonizing to you both and yet, you knew, you’ve told yourself before. You’ve told yourself before that the day would come for you to bear the burden you’ve let grow in your heart as you’ve fallen for your Rito friend.

You broke the silence first, realizing the more you stayed, the more your thoughts may wander. "It's great to hear that, Revali. I.. I wish you two the best." You give him a genuine smile before giving him a nod, looking back at him. Revali was looking for your gaze but couldn’t find it, as if you were looking far beyond him, lost in thought. You’ve said your goodbyes, saying that you have some things to do for now which left him on the railing of his landing. He stayed and stood there against the railing, staring out through the snow with a confused look on his face for his friend's sudden exit.

You sigh as you walk down the steps, you lose your energy to talk to the village elder and everyone to that extent. Entering the inn, you laid on the bed you rented out for the day. It was still bright and early in the afternoon as you watched the blue skies out. 

It drove you insane. Your feelings drilling down your heart, your eyes glossy over those thoughts. You lay on your side, slowly raising your legs to your chest. "You held up well" you told yourself quietly as you held your hands together. The grip tightens at every thought you've had with him being with his beloved.

As they held hands, they shared an embrace, they had their first kiss. It ruined you.

 "One day" You whispered to yourself as the tears fell, "I'll stop falling in love with you."

#legend of zelda #loz fanfic #loz x reader #botw #aoc #breath of the wild #age of calamity #botw revali #revali #x reader #revali x reader #revalillia #writing #fanfiction #tewo-riting

[jooskyimo]

"the way you taste."

a story from the point of view of an imaginary friend.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i can't believe i'm finally back.

i haven't visited you in years. i'm excited to catch up with you.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

you didn't see me. it was dark outside, so i don't blame you. but i saw you. i saw you take your clothes off, and i saw your beauty. you've really grown.

i can't wait to reveal myself. you're gonna be so excited.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i was in your room. you still snore. it's still very soft, and it comes and goes. it reminds me of before. i missed it. it helps me sleep.

you were smiling. i think you were dreaming about me.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

you didn't even notice. i was right there. but you walked right past the bathroom like you didn't see me standing right there.

can you not see me anymore?

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i have never met someone who leaves the door open when they shower, did you know that?

i'm not complaining. it was nice to be able to hear you sing while i was in your bedroom. it's been a long time since i heard your beautiful voice. you sound much more grown up now.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

have you ever wondered why i start my letters like that? if you wanna know, you can always ask me.

i'll be here.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

you didn't ask me. but i want to be nice, so i'll tell you something. it's dangerous to leave your body uncovered when you sleep.

i'm surprised you never questioned why for the past few days you felt so wet in the mornings. don't you remember the feeling? doesn't it remind you of before?

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i can hear you on the phone with your friend. why are you acting like you don't know me? you can tell your friend about me, i don't mind.

i'm running out of paper. could you leave some on your bed for me?

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i saw you trying to look for me before you left for work. i liked when you looked under the bed. of course i'm not there, silly. i've never liked being under your bed. don't you remember? you're so funny sometimes.

...you do know where i am, right?

i'm in love with the way you taste.

you took my advice. i'm glad you're trying to keep yourself safe, but it's really difficult for me to do my nightly routine when you tuck your covers in so tight.

it's okay. i get it. we haven't done this in a long time.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i found the note you left for me taped to the door of the other one's room. "funny prank, Alison, but it's not cool to use my imaginary friend story against me. you know that was forever ago. also, pay the fucking eletric bill!!" my name isn't Alison, and i can assure you i'm not playing a prank on you. who is Alison? what do you mean, 'imaginary friend'? and why did you complain to me about the electric bill?

i'm starting to feel like you don't remember me. i was only gone for a few years. why don't you remember?

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i noticed the boxes in your room, and that half of your belongings were placed inside of them. what does that mean? is this some kind of game to keep me entertained while you're at work?

are you leaving me?

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i want you to see me.

i miss the days when you'd see me.

i'm in love with the way you taste.

i guess this is goodbye. again, and for good this time.

i really miss the little you. you used to talk to me, do you remember that? we didn't use letters. you didn't judge me. and you enjoyed when i visited. i'd wake you up, and you'd giggle and greet me. i wish you were still like that. you used to like the way i looked. you never said i looked scary. you liked me. you liked my grey color, my strange eyes, my many sharp teeth, my long tongue, my raspy and quiet voice. but not anymore.

it made me sad when you started seeing me less. it was when you became a teenager. you started to bring boys over from school, and i would come to you and i'd see a boy curled up in bed with you. do you know how mad that made me? i couldn’t take it. it had been years since we'd done our nightly routine. so i left, and found a new kid that didn't have friends. but she died. i think she killed herself during a period where i was gone. she was only a kid. it was very sad. but then i remembered you, and then... i came back for you.

you're all grown up now. you're 18. it's so good to see that you were okay even though i was gone. i worried about you a lot.

i'm sorry for revealing myself. i didn't mean to drive you away. i should have known that you'd forget about me by now. i know you love this apartment, i know you love Alison, i know you were excited to finally move away from home. but i ruined it. and you're moving again.

i want to come with you. but i won't. there are other kids out there that need a friend like me. i should have left you a long time ago. all i ask is that you find someone who makes you happy.

goodbye.

#horror #original character #original fiction #original story #thriller #stalker #stalking fantasy #short story #fictional diary #fiction #the way you taste. #imaginary friend #mlm horror #mlw horror #x reader #horror x reader

[larabiatasstuff]

Part four🖤

" Hey are you okay? " I asked, but it seemed like he didn't hear me. I approached him and gently touched his shoulder. "All good?" I asked again and now he looked up at me. "Oh yes, yes I was just thinking...umm what is it like to go on a date?" "You've never been on one have you?" he shook his head. "Hey how about this? We could go on a date together ." "You mean, you and me?" he asked. "Yep you and me and I know exactly what we're doing." "And what would that be?" "It's a surprise. You trust me right?". "Of course." "Okay, give me a moment to dress up and we can go." I walked through the store looking for a dress, nothing special just something cute to wear. I was never one of those girls who wore lots of makeup and short skirts but I had to admit that I really missed dressing up a little. It didn't take long to find something so I changed and put my hair in a messy updo. Then I walked back to Sweet Tooth. "And what do you say?" I asked . "Wow Y/N... You... wow you are beautiful! I... I mean you're always beautiful but you look very, very nice in this dress." I felt my face getting hot. "Thank you I'm glad you like it. Are you ready for my surprise?" "Yes I'm ready." "Alright close your eyes and don't peek okay? I guide you." He did as I said, I took his hand and we both started walking. "Okay stand right here and give me a second. Don't open your eyes yet." I scattered around until I found what I was looking for. "Alright open your eyes." "Where are we?" Sweet Tooth asked. "This is a roller skating rink. I loved to do that in my free time and when I saw that the mall had one of those, I had to bring you here." I said rolling over the wooden floor. "You're really good at this Y/N." "Thank you, now come here let's do it together it's pretty easy." "Oh I think I'll just watch you.". "Come on, I show you how to do it. It's not that difficult. Please Sweet Tooth let's have some fun." "Okay but if I fall..." he started. "You won't, I hold you." he gave me a look "Don't start with the tiny stuff again I dragged truck tires from one place to another. I might be tiny but I'm strong." he chuckled "Okay, okay I believe you." he tied the skates under his shoes and got up. It was a little wobbly at first but he managed to get on the rink without falling. "Hold on to the railing, I'll be right back.". "Where are you going?" he asked. "Places like this have music systems and I wanna see if I can get it to work." I skated over to a small booth, pushed some buttons and looked through the song list. "Oh my god! They have my favorite song. It might be not as good as the silver haired god but I heard that song over and over again when I was in high school. Give it a chance." I turned it on and skated back to Sweet Tooth. "Give me your hands. We start slow." he took my hands constantly looking down at his feet. I put a hand under his chin "Look at me and try to relax. There's no need to be nervous. You're doing really good for the first time." "You think? I have the feeling I'm going to crush you at any moment." I laughed "No you won't, just let me guide you, maybe try to move to the music. This doesn't have to be perfect Sweet Tooth no one is judging you, it's just you and me." I said slowly rolling backwards, swaying my hips. "This song is sad." "I know but it's also beautiful and I think it fits don't you think?" I said wrapping my arms around his neck. "I... I really enjoy this date Y/N." "Me too, this is one of the best dates I ever had." there was a moment between us when we got completely lost into each others eyes and I had the light feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

Part five🖤

#sweet tooth x reader #sweet tooth #twisted metal #slow burn #samoa joe #Spotify

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

hiiiii i don't know if you are okay with your followers ranting, if you're not just disregard this and I'm super sorry! (And sorry about any typos I'm on phone and sometimes autocorrect does what it wants)

But basically I was feeling down in the dumps and I wanted to read some content about comfort characters and I stumbled upon a Mihawk fic so I started reading and (trigger warning here!! Mentions of abuse but nothing graphic described!!! take care of yourselves and your peace!!!) it sadly was untagged with tw and for some reason, in what should have been a normal mihawk x reader, there was him being extremely toxic and demeaning towards his significant other either because he had a bad day or he was jealous and stuff like that.

I know it may seem silly to some people, but it really screwed me over. I know everyone can write what they want and headcanon characters how they want but it got me really upset and I figured someone who finds comfort in writing and watching shows and stuff could understand

Thank you for all your content, and especially for not making Mihawk abusive towards the reader. To me, he always seemed just as you portrayed him. Cold, perhaps, but not one to put you through emotional and especially not physical turmoil. Your fics and even little drabbles and comments are super nice and they helped cheer me up so thanks a whole bunch. And especially thank you for tagging tw stuff too and making this a safe space.

This applies to all characters, by the way, not just mihawk. You write all of them wonderfully and I love reading through them, especially Sanji and Shanks. It's just at that particular moment your mihawk content really saved me a good few silly tears. Thanks ❤️

This is very very important and I'm glad you sent me this. I'm NOT glad at all that you had to go through that. So I'm gonna make this a PSA.

It takes very little time and effort to add a trigger warning to a fic and there's no excuse not to. We don't know what everyone's triggers are, no; but if it's something blatantly obvious like toxic and abusive behavior, mental health troubles, graphic violence, etc:

Then, my comrades, PLEASE PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE THE CONTENT.

And Anon, I'm so so sorry you had to go through that. I wholly understand the importance of comfort characters and how stumbling into that kind of fic unknowingly can essentially ruin it.

I'm beyond happy you've found my blog to be a safe space, and I hope that it continues to be one for you and anyone else that needs it.

I also understand that everyone needs to let out a good rant now and then, and this is absolutely a safe place for that too!! I'm happy to hear from anyone at any time about anything, my ask box and inbox are both always open, so please don't hesitate utilize them ❤️🫂