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wh1msic4alwasab1 · 1 month

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𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

synopsis: you yearn to step onto the sand, relinquish your tail for just a moment and experience the world above. You find a man capable of granting you your wish, but there’s something wrong.

tags: mermaid reader, fingering, penetration, beach sex, vulgar, explicit.

wrd cnt: 1.6k

a/n NOT PROOFREAD: i had to get a little creative bc i was researching mermaid intercourse bruh i was deep in the google trenches…hope this is still good !

The moon shines down beneath the crystal clear waters, casting a mesmerizing glow on the vibrant coral reefs and schools of colorful fish. You were no stranger to this enchanting underwater world. But today, as you swam through the familiar marine life, your thoughts were consumed with a longing for something more. You had heard stories of a new world above the surface, a world where creatures with two legs roamed and breathed air instead of water. It was a world that both intrigued and terrified you.

As you gazed up at the shimmering surface, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have shed your tail and explore this foreign land. But as a mermaid, it was only a dream, a distant desire that seemed impossible to fulfill. But little did you know, fate had other plans in store for you.

As you continued to swim along the coast to catch a glimpse of the stars, you find a man with long silver hair walking above the earths hide.

You try to conceal yourself in the night, but he takes quite a quick notice of you.

You get startled from his gaze, but his eyes shine a shade of blue so vibrant they hold you inbetween currents like a fish on a hook.

“Hello there, do not worry, I won’t hurt you”. The man says to you from above, his hands infront of him to show you his good intentions.

You swim up the sand, letting the water glide you up onto a rock, letting your tail lay on the sand; draped over.

He kneels down, “Are you okay?”. You’re avast ways from your home, but you couldn’t miss a chance to actually talk to a human.

”Yes, yes I’m alright.” You began to study his features like a predator ready to strike; his winged-lashes flickering.

You’ve never met a human before, you’d heard stories of the good and bad nature of them, but he seemed different. “You’re a mermaid.” His question sounding more like an awestruck statement. You nod slowly, unsure of his reaction.

“Amazing, I’ve been told your kind had ceased ever since tales of the property emerged. I never thought I’d get to see one again.” He says with a sense of wonder and disbelief.

You can feel your face conform at his words, “Again? Whats is your name?” you ask, suddenly breaking out of his trance.

“Neuvillette. I may look it, but I am not human. I’ve lived many years, and befriended many of your kind. I am just glad to be given the reassurance of your resilience”. He says with honesty.

“Thank you- I am y/n”. You finally tell him.

“Beautiful. What brings you to the coast?” He wonders out loud.

“I’m- just curious. I wished to take a look upon the world above me.”

“Curiosity can lead us to great adventures,” Neuvillette said, his eyes full of admiration as he gazed at you. “But it can also bring us trouble. You are brave to venture to the surface alone.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. “I couldn’t resist the urge to explore. And now, I have found something much more intriguing than just the surface world,” you said, your eyes flickering to Neuvillette’s lips.

He seemed to sense your desire and stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “And what might that be?” he whispered, his voice low and sensual.

“I wish for legs…” You confess, teasing the handsome stranger just a bit.

“And you think I can grant them to you?”

“You are the hydro dragon, aren’t you? I couldn’t quite out my finger on it. But we have a many great tales about you…and your abilities.”

“You are correct. But I must warn you, it could be an unpleasant first feeling.”

“But you can do it?!” You flap your tail in excitement a few times, the hair that covers your wet and exposed chest flaling around as you wait for his confirmation.

“I can…but I must be here to supervise you. A lot can go wrong, and the people of this land may not all be so accepting”. He warns.

You take time to consider the need for your yearning, but still you hold onto the dream you desire so deeply.

“I’m sure of this.”

He releases a deep sigh, “Alright, please allow me.”

With his large palms, he picks you up off the rock; his hand under your slippery tail and holding you bridal style to sit you onto his lap.

You apologize about ruining his clothes with the salty sea water, but he pays no mind.

“Don’t look down. Simply look up here.” He commands, holding your gaze with his own as he soothes the length of your tail, speaking whispers you can’t transcribe, slowly feeling your body half lighten exponentially.

You suddenly feel a weight lifted off you, and look down with his permission.

Your face lights up, and you feel as if you’re dreaming. As if any moment now you’ll wake up under the sea foam and find yourself with a tail.

But this was real, and you thanked the man with everything in you.

“You’re welcome, but remember that there are still-“

“Arghh- Something’s wrong…”

His eyebrows furrow, not seeing anything physically wrong with you which only makes him more worried.”

“What’s wrong my dear?” He says, trying to be respectful and looking away from your naked body.

“Something’s feeling- so hot.” You squirm, looking to him for help.

“Guide me to where you need.”

Taking his hand in yours, you trail him over your stomach before placing it on your growing heat, making his hand cup your crotch.

“Right here” you plead.

His face was covered in deep red, unable to speak.

“That- is quite unusual…I’ve never seen that happen. Does it hurt?” He says with true concern, trying to conceal his arousal.

You shake your head, unable to describe what it felt.

“What is this? Have you ever felt this?”

Neuvillettes voice hitches as he’s even more embarrassed and trying to find the right words to explain what you feel.

“Well, not this exactly no. But, I think I understand the issue”.

He casts a shadow over you, his large body coming close to whisper something in your ear.

“You’re feeling arousal, and there’s only one way to get rid of it.”

You feel a lump in your throat, eyes locked into his as you feel even more helpless.

“Please…” You plead, grinding your hips towards his hand, “Help me get rid of it…”

He smiles down at you, spreading your wet lips apart, “It would be my pleasure, sweet mermaid.”

With a gentle tug, he pushes your back onto the rock you were sat on earlier.

He parts your legs and keeps the bottoms of your thighs on top of his, giving him a good view of his fingers delving into your tight hole.

“Mmfph- that feels…so good”. You confess.

His hand moves your hair behind your neck, your chest fully on display as his free hand squeezes your mounds and roll your nipples under his fingertips, giving you two sources of pleasure unknown to you before.

“Neuvillette- I need more.” You beg, putting your hand on top of his, making him squeeze your breast harder.

“Anything for you, y/n.” He flashes a small smile before putting your hand on growing bulge.

“This is what is going to help you find your release, sweetheart.”

He helps you unzip his pants, and out springs his cock; falling right into your grasp.

Your eyes widen, it felt so big in your hands you didn’t possibly know what to do with it.

He helped you pleasure him, making your hand stroke him up and down as he thrusted into your palm.

“You’re so gentle…such a sweet thing.”

You feel your cunt drool even more, something so unknown to you made you feel so feral.

He positions himself at your entrance, kneeling perfectly before you with your legs wrapped around him.

“This…goes right in here.” He grunts out, pushing his thick, veiny cock fully into your perfect cunt and hearing your pleasure heighten quickly in the form of moans and gasps.

He started with slow, deep thrusts; getting you used to his size and the feeling of your own hole stretching.

You felt like you could pass out if he didn’t keep going, the ambiance of waves crashing against the rock behind you and the sounds of your wet skin slapping together drove you wild. The sea water brushed against your ass but his tongue slid against yours in such a manner that made your entire body feel like it was under the sun.

“Do you like how this feels?” He asks, grunting in your ear and whimpering at how your cunt squeezes him.

You nod profusely, thanking him about a million times as he keeps fucking you on the sand, holding your waist and trialing sloppy kisses down your neck and chest.

Your breathing was heavy and your mind was swirling with pleasure as he continued to thrust into you. You were completely lost in the moment, just the two of you on the beach, your bodies entwined in ecstasy. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he wanted to take you there with him

“Y/n- keep squeezing around me like that, fuck…such a perfect hole.”

Your moans turned into screams as you both reached your climax together, waves of pleasure crashing over you like the ocean behind you. You collapsed onto the sand, panting and trying to catch your breath. He rolled onto his back next to you, a content smile on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

“That was amazing,” you said, pulling him close to him. “I’ve never felt anything like that before”.

“Well you have a few more hours of it if you so please.”

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#jo’s posts #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette smut #nuevillette #neuvillette genshin #genshin neuvillette #genshin smut

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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baby daddy!boxer!rafe !! waiting for him to come home after a fight n you’re just all worried bc that man will literally refuse to let you watch his fights

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you hadn’t been able to see him yet because you’d been in the babies room, putting her down to sleep in her crib when you’d heard him come home, door closing and footsteps heading straight to the shower. you hated not being able to see him as soon as he got home and assess the fresh injuries that littered his sculpted body.

it made you anxious, knowing he could be in there hurting without any help. he was a big strong man who could handle himself sure, but having this baby with him had softened you, you’d grown even more doting that you already were, and you really needed him safe and in good condition to be around for this baby. you couldn’t bare the thought of doing this without him.

anxious thoughts swirled in your head, blowing out of proportion as you pull your silk robe tighter around your slip dress, feeling the chill now you weren’t constantly bouncing a warm clammy baby on your chest. you pace your shared bedroom, snapping out of your thoughts when the bathroom door finally opens, steam spilling out as rafe pads out, scratching his cheek. the muscle in his arm bulges as he does so, highlighting a new bruise. his brow creases instantly when he sees you stood there with that deer in headlights look. “you good?”

“rafe…” you whisper, trailing over to him worriedly. you place your hands on his warm damp arms, trying to turn him so you can look at his body and check for injuries in every which directions making him smirk a little. “you okay?”

“i’m fine…” his volume matches yours, a habit known too well by the both of you, a natural quietness coming with having a baby since just about anything could wake her up. he’s stood with just a towel slung low on his hips, a fresh cut on his lower abdomen and new bruises revealing themselves along his ribs and arms. he sees your expression and shakes his head, taking your jaw with a gentle firmness that only he could manage, tilting it up to look at him. “m’fine, ‘kay?” he repeats slower, a little sterner and your shoulders relax, sighing with a nod. “are you fine? hm? i’m relaxed, are you relaxed right now?” he takes on a more teasing tone, tilting his head to smush his lips against yours.

you let him gently manoeuvre you to kiss him however you like, practically floating infront of him as you feel the stress wash away now that he was here. “am i ever relaxed with this baby?” you joke, voice soft and lilting, eyes still closed making him chuckle low in his throat.

“well we can’t have that, can we? y’need to relax. infact i think…” another kiss. “i think i can help you with that, don’t you?” he teases once more, slowly backing you up to the bed. your body melts and you’re lucky the backs of your knees hit the bed, because you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to stand. “you need to be taken care off too, you know. s’why i’m here.” he lowers himself to a squat, pulling your hips to the end of the bed and pushing your slip dress up, knowing there’s probably nothing beneath it. you lay back, sighing in exhaustion and arousal and he smiles, glancing up at you.

“there you go. lemme take it all away for a bit, yeah?”

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#anon #babydaddy!rafe #boxer!rafe #rafe cameron prompt

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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months

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Your writing is so good, I love it!! If I may, I'd like to request #16 size difference with Rindou Haitani please. I just love the way you write him ❤️🫶🏾

A/N: Okay so this actually was a little hard for me? Bc Rindou's only 5'8/5'9 and that's not very tall, so I kind of went size difference as in build? With how strong he is I can imagine he's a bit beefier? and the kink really is only on his end, so he's a lil cwazy. Thank you for the request, I hope this is okay and that you like it! Thank you so much for enjoying my work! MWUAH

Size Difference x Haitani Rindou

Rindou’s never thought much about his height. He’s never been the tallest in the room, he’s never been the shortest either. Conversations about height used to come up when he was in middle school, which were shortly crushed after he showed whoever was trying to run their mouth why his height doesn’t matter, not when he has the strength he does. Now, as an adult and Bonten executive it’s never brought up, there’s no reason to. It’s never been disadvantageous. He never cared. Even after he met you, it never really mattered much. Rindou was still a good foot or so taller than you.

What he did start to notice around you though, was his sheer overwhelming build. Rindou was strong, naturally, so thick arms and strong shoulders came with the territory. And you were so small, needing Rindou to pick up heavy boxes for you to open jars here and there. He remembers the look in your eyes the one time you asked him to pick up a corner of the couch so you can clean underneath it (he decided to flex more than he needed to just to see you salivate over him.) It started becoming difficult for Rindou to concentrate the more he thought about how delicate you were, how strong he really was around you, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

After a (particularly irritating--fucking Hanma) meeting with the rest of the execs he came home to the beautiful sight of you casually lounging on the sofa (in his shirt no less). “Hi baby” You chirped, noticing him at the door and bounced over to him for a proper greeting. You didn’t even get to kiss him before he hoisted you up from your knees and slung you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. “Rindou!” He heard you gasp over him, and instead of replying he gave a smack on your ass. “Bad day, help me make it better pretty girl?” You knew it wasn’t a real question.

“F-fuck, Rin, wait--aah,” it was starting to become harder to breathe, Rindou was so overwhelming around you, strong arms tossing you around on the bed like you weighed nothing. Hands splayed on the back of your thighs, fucking up into you so hard you felt the bed shaking. Rindou saw how his hands engulfed your thighs, how small you looked under him--it was driving him crazy. Wild eyes roamed your body underneath him, folded in half and squirming, looking up until he saw how fucked out you looked: eyes rolling back, brows furrowed, mouth open--drooling. You were a fucking sight. It wasn’t enough for him, so he leaned forward more, pressing your knees to the sides of your chest and covered you with his broad body. You couldn’t help the screams you let out, feeling him so deep in your swollen pussy you swore he was in your throat. “Feel me, beautiful? Feel how deep I am?” Rindou practically growled in your ear, he wondered if you could even process the words he was saying. You nodded, barely, whimpering and crying as he humped into you. “S’deep, Rin--fuck fuck fuck, too much--” You cried as your pussy creamed around him again, his thick cock rubbing against your walls so deliciously it had your head spinning.

“Fuck, pussy’s so good baby” Rindou stayed panting in your ear, only thrusting harder when he felt your delicate hands claw at his back. You could barely get your arms around him in this position, he only furthered his ravenous thoughts of how tiny you really were underneath him--how he could break you in half just like this. In an instant he was off you, your juices spilling onto his thighs as he grabbed hold of your hair and pulled you up, relishing in how easy it is to throw you around. Rindou practically dragged you up with him as he sat up against the headboard, turning you around and immediately shoving his cock back into you as he sat you down on his lap, no time to breathe in between. “G’na fuck you good, pretty.” He mumbled against your skin, kissing your shoulder before his arms looped around your thighs, trailing up and clasping behind your neck--fucking you in a full nelson. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move with how forceful and strong he was. If you could see him, you’d know Rindou was so far gone inside your cunt his pupils were dilated, jaw clenched and sweat dripping from his temples.

So small, so weak, so defenseless. Those words kept repeating inside his mind, telling him his sweet baby needed him, because she was so fucking defenseless against everyone, easily in harm’s way. “I got you baby, I got you.” He whispered against you, though you were so fucked out of your mind you couldn’t process anything anymore. All you could focus on was his thick cock, pumping in and out, in and out, abusing that gummy part of your walls that has you creaming and squelching, white ring all frothy around his base. “Fuck, g’na cum baby,” He panted like a dog, feet planted on the mattress and forcing you down to meet his thrusts, pumping into you until he couldn’t help himself and shot his load deep inside your walls, warm and sticky liquid keeping you stuffed full. Slowly, he let go of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you trembled, still calming down from each orgasm he gave you.

You found enough strength to lift yourself off his softening cock, his cum flowing freely now out of your abused hole. “Sorry, baby--think I overdid it.” He murmured, chuckling to himself as he laid down with you to hold you a bit longer, he’d clean you up later. “S’okay, Rinnie...Just--warn a girl before you throw her into the wrestling ring, jesus christ.” He couldn’t help but belly laugh, forehead against your shoulder as he calmed himself.

“I’ll keep that in mind for the next round.”

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probablysimpledreams · 1 month

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You're All I Desire

(Dazai x reader: NSFW)

a/n: omfg it has been a moment since I've written a full fic but here I am !!! the idea for this one has been on my mind ALL DAMN DAY bc the Dazai brainrot has been so real lately my man <3 my man <3 my mannnnn <333 so enjoy some smut xoxo

cw: mention of masturbation (reader getting off by thinking of Dazai & Dazai getting off by thinking of reader), use of clit vibrator, gender neutral reader however reader does have female parts, Dazai refers to reader as "Bella" aka his famous Belladonna petname, Dazai eating reader out, thigh hickeys

word count: a tad over 1.6k

You mentally curse yourself as you pull up to your apartment complex, putting the car in park. After turning off the car, you and Dazai begin heading up into your apartment. Of course of all the days in the world, the day you're assigned to help Dazai with a case is the day you leave all the documents you needed to give him at home. It already took you an entire week to convince Kunikida to let you take them home so you could continue work later into the night with the comfort of your own TV and snacks right at your fingertips. If only you had woken up ten or twenty minutes earlier, then you wouldn't have been rushing out the door this morning.

"Okay they should be-," your eyes widen at the disastrous sight that was awaiting you behind the door. "FUCK ME!" you exclaim as you throw your shoes at the entranceway, Dazai's faint laugher in the background as he follows your lead. "I promise it's usually this bad," you sigh as you turn to Dazai, turning back to the mess of an apartment in front of you. This week you promised to cat sit for your friend, assuring them the cat would feel right at home in your apartment. What your friend failed to mention was their cat's love for wrecking havoc in new places.

"It's cute~" Dazai chuckles as he looks around your messy yet cozy apartment. "You have a good eye for decor," he mentions as he begins walking around the living room, giving himself a self guided tour. You smile at his compliment, trying not to show how nervous having him in your apartment makes you.

It was pretty obvious to everyone at the office that you had a little crush on Dazai. I mean, how could you not? Not only was he beautiful, but he was funny and smart and so much deeper than the persona he puts on for the world. Something deep inside wants to unravel these layers he hides himself under, both literally with bandages and emotionally with his charming nature.

You only allowed yourself to fantasize so much about him though since you were unsure what he felt about you. Sure he flirted with you almost daily, but at what point is that Dazai just simply being Dazai? You always allowed yourself to indulge in his flirting advances, but never forgot that it was just a workplace crush.

"Shit and they were right here," you sigh, palm of your hand hitting your forehead in frustration as you stand in front of your desk. Dazai looked over your shoulder, scanning the desk covered in old papers, a random book, pictures of you and your friends, and random trinket. A small smile forms on his lips as he studies these items, imaging you sitting here at night hard at work. The thought made his heart skip a beat. You were too cute for your own good.

"Time to get searching then!" Dazai exclaims, a little too excited for your liking. However, he was right as these documents needed to be found as soon as possible. You began looking around the desk as Dazai trailed off to other rooms. Too focused on finding these documents and keeping your job, you didn't may much attention to him doing as he pleased. Dazai smiled and hummed to himself as he peaked into your bedroom, admiring how your personality was so clearly visible through your decor. He couldn't help himself as he began scanning your book shelf before moving to your bed, poking the random plushies threatening to fall off your bed. He then finds his way to your nightstand, chuckling at the random assortment of things you sleep by. After scanning the small table, he raises an eyebrow at the halfway opened top drawer. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opens the drawer fully. Oh and is he happy he did.

"Phew okay Dazai I found the papers! We should get going or else-," your jaw almost dropped as you stared at the sight in front of you. Never in a million years did you image you would walk into your bedroom to find Dazai sitting on your bed, twirling your vibrator lazily in his hand. "Put that away. We're leaving."

"But I didn't get a chance to play with my new toy," he pouts.

"Dazai, I'm being serious." You try not to show how embarrassed you are, knowing it will only fuel his flames.

"So I am," he smirks as you walk towards him, trying to take the vibrator from his hands. "Tell me Bella~ Tell me all the fantasies you have of me when playing with yourself~" he teased, waving the wand around. You go silent at his taunt, face feeling flushed as you try to get words out. I mean of course you can't help yourself some nights, allowing yourself to get fully lost in the idea of Dazai touching you, pleasuring you. His name leaving your mouth in a muffled whimper as you finally find release. But he didn't know this, right? Because that would be weird. You wanted to yell at him for even thinking such nasty things, but your face gave the truth away.

Dazai's heart nearly stopped beating as he watched you fight yourself at his taunts. You usually never get this worked up over him, that's when he realizes: you actually do get off to him. His head almost exploded at the thought of you alone in your room, desiring him and only him. He was only half way kidding when he made this comment to you, not realizing you felt as much for him as he did you. He's had a full blown crush on you since you began working for the agency, but never expected his advances to go anywhere. He also was guilty of getting himself off to thoughts of you, letting desire run rapidly through his veins most nights. However, he wrote it off as another sin he will one day have to answer for. He would have never expected you to commit the same sin. The idea drove him crazy. Without thinking, he pulled you by your shirt into a sloppy kiss.

Your eyes widen as he pulls you in suddenly, but it doesn't take long for you to melt into the kiss. He helped you get seated on his lap, your body slowly grinding against his as the kiss deepened. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hands tugging at his hair as you two continued making out on your bed, like two horny teenagers. The last thing on either your or Dazai's mind was getting back to the office as you felt a familiar wetness between your legs, and Dazai's hardening cock. The two of you pull away from each other's lips, a smile on his face as you pant.

"You're easy to get worked up~" he teased, making you roll your eyes and chuckle. Even in a heated moment he was too much, and you loved him for. "Here, let me help you." He shifts where he is sitting, lowering you onto your back. Once you're comfortably laying on your back, he slides your pants and underwear off so he can begin softly kissing your thighs. You whine as his lips leave soft, teasing kisses along your flesh.

"A-aah," you shut your eyes as he bites down on your inner thigh, sucking on the skin until a dark mark is formed. He chuckles before tracing the area with his tongue, leaving more soft kisses along this sensitive area of your body. "D-Dazai....please.....please touch me," you whine, becoming impatient as he repeats this process along your other thigh.

"How could I ever say no to you, ______~" he smiled as he turned the vibrator on, immediately finding the highest setting. You scream out as the toy made contact with your clit, an amused smile spreading across Dazai's face. He began moving the wand up and down, eyes glued to the way your body trembled as the vibrations shot through your body. Your hands began gripping the sheets as you quietly moaned out his name.

"That won't do," he sighed before applying more pressure to how he was holding the wand, increasing the vibrations on your clit.

"D-DAZAI!" you exclaim.

"Much better~" he teases as he continues playing with you, practically drooling at the sight of you. You're so close to coming, and Dazai can tell. You whine as he suddenly pulls the toy away from you, head shooting up to look at him and see what on earth he thinks he's doing.

"Dazai what the f-OH FUCK," you throw your head back as his mouth makes contact with your swollen clit. You moan as his tongue swirls around, his hands gripping your thighs to keep your legs wide open. You scream a mix of curses and his name as your legs shake, Dazai's face becoming slick with your juices. It doesn't take too long until you reach your climax, pulling at his hair as your thighs practically suffocate him. Dazai doesn't slow down, making your eyes roll back in pleasure as you ride out your high. Your legs continue to shake as you try to steady your breathing, watching as he sits up to wipe his face, massive grin shining on his face.

You smile up at him, starting to sit up yourself. "We should probably actually start hea-," you're cut off by him pushing you back down on the bed with one hand as his other hand begins undoing his belt.

"Oh, Bella," he smirks, "we're only getting started~"

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cinnaminsvga · 3 months

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🥀 | yoongi

the sleep deprived series (n.): drabbles that i write when i’m sad and tired

→ vampire!yoongi ft. lots of miscommunication (all because newly-turned yoongi doesn't know how to talk to women lol) | 2.6K words → a/n: SURPRISE i am miraculously alive and well (?) back at it again with some weird monsterfucker propaganda... it's been months since i've written a fic so pardon the lacking quality but i Am Trying... also i added ghost!maknaeline bc i think they'd be cute... umm this might become a series if anyone is interested but i think it works as a standalone... enjoy!!!

When Yoongi first agreed to being turned, he never imagined being so tired all the time. Even as a mortal, Yoongi had never been the most energetic soul. He preferred loafing around at home or reading a nice book by the fire. He rarely left his drafty villa, always isolated despite the nearby town. The most cardio he would ever do was when he’d take the few steps needed to get to his piano and play a few soft songs for the ghosts wandering down his halls.

He knew the neighbors liked to whisper about him, liked to refer to him as a local boogeyman to scare naughty children. “Beware the man who sold his soul to the devil,” they warned, though Yoongi supposes their silly rumors weren’t so far from the truth. Although, it was only a month ago that he did “sell his soul,” just not for the reasons that people might have expected.

Still, being a vampire was still very strange and new to Yoongi. He’d known about spirits and ghosts for as long as he can remember, but even he thought that creatures of the night were nothing more than an urban legend. All it took was one high-stakes game of cards and an empty promise to pay back a debt for Yoongi to realize that it probably isn’t smart to make deals with ghoulish-looking men in strange clothing in the first place.

It wasn’t all bad, save for the never-ending fatigue and deathly pallor to his skin. He was still Yoongi, just… worse, if you will.

For safety’s sake, he hadn’t told anyone about it. He was a bit embarrassed, to be honest. If his brother found out, he’d surely get an earful (or a stake through his heart, though Yoongi hopes his Seokjin hyung would remember all the good times they had together). Most importantly, he could absolutely NEVER tell you about his turning. That would be absolutely humiliating.

You were a witch doctor he had met just a few weeks prior to his turning. You had just moved into his sleepy town as a “pharmacist” who could “magically” make any ailment disappear. You had decided to move there on a whim after being exhausted from the high-paced nature of the big city.

You had spotted a small line of ghosts trailing after him on the night you had moved in. He had been on the way to the convenience store for a caffeine fix, and you had been on the way there to grab a couple of toiletries you had forgotten to pack.

You were so sweet, shyly approaching him under the guise of asking him if he could reach for a snack on a high shelf. But he could see your worried gaze fixed on the three spectral children climbing on his back, though he did nothing to shoo them away. After all, they had no mass, so as long as they didn’t lick his neck or something weird, he was fine with letting them be menaces.

When he had his back turned away from you to grab your snack, he could hear you quietly telling the ghosts to get off of him. They only laughed in response, their giggles always sounding a little muffled and distorted.

Yoongi plucked the bag of chips from the shelf and turned back to you, catching a glimpse of your annoyed expression before you could school it back into something more neutral.

“Is something the matter?” Yoongi asked smoothly, handing you the bag. He amusedly watched as your brows furrowed, not even hiding that you were glaring pointedly at the little gremlins making faces at you from his shoulder.

Jungkook, the youngest of the three ghosts, climbed on Yoongi’s head before proceeding to pull down his pants, mooning you with his spectral ass.

“Uh, nothing,” you eventually said, huffing indignantly as you stomped away. Yoongi caught you discreetly poking your tongue out in annoyance before you turned to another aisle.

Thus began your cautious attempts at exorcising him without trying to “alert” him to it. It was amusing to watch you try to “save” him from the three little ghosts that decided to cling onto him, and it was even more amusing to watch you fail repeatedly every time.

Yoongi made no comment when you were suddenly bumping into him everywhere he went. There was always a terse grin on your face as you performed as many anti-ghost spells as you could, but none of them ever seemed to work. The truth was, ghosts could only be exorcised if the haunted person in question wanted them to leave, but Yoongi had found himself a little fond of these stupid little kids. They might be slowly sucking the life force out of him, but Yoongi didn’t really care. They were just kids, and he’s always been too soft for his own good.

Your many encounters with him created a subtle friendship of sorts, one that Yoongi found himself enjoying. He was never been one to foster friendships with living beings, but perhaps your sweet attempts to save his soul might have defrosted his little grinch heart. But he wouldn’t ever tell you that, of course.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were very pretty, for that matter. He certainly would NEVER tell you that as well.

Was he feeling guilty for not telling you about his ability to see ghosts? Slightly. But was it cute watching you trying to outsmart three little ghost babies to no avail? Very much so.

So, Yoongi stayed quiet and enjoyed your company, even if you had no idea who he was or what type of things he was capable of.

That was until he got into that damn bet with the stupid bloodsucker.

Probably shouldn’t call him that, given that I’ve become one myself, Yoongi groaned internally. He’d been hiding in his house for a month now, and your “random” visits were surely on the horizon. He wasn’t sure if you’d immediately clock that he’d turned into a vampire, but he wasn’t going to risk it. If you found out, then you’d find out about everything, and that wouldn’t be a good impression.

Yoongi knew he wasn’t great at interacting with people, let alone people he had a crush on. But at least he knew that lying to someone for extended periods of time was probably not in his favor.

Little Jungkook fluttered close to him, his smoky form twinkling from the moonlight streaming through the living room windows. “When is the pretty witch coming to visit?” he asked, a little forlorn. Among the three ghosts, Jungkook was the one who��d grown attached to you the most. “I miss playing with her…”

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his face. “Hopefully never,” he responded, voice muffled by his hands. He peered through his fingers and saw the two other kids floating by his doorway.

Jimin, the older twin, nudged Taehyung forward to speak. “Y-Yoongi… I think she’s coming soon,” Taehyung whispered, a tinge of excitement evident in his tone.

“You can’t keep hiding from her forever… She's sure to find out anyway,” Jimin warned, uncharacteristically stern.

Yoongi stretched his tired limbs, his aching back cracking as he pushed himself off his sofa. Time moved weirdly ever since he turned into a vampire. This month had felt like a day, so it was hard to tell how long he'd been sitting so still. His creaking bones gave him an idea though, that's for sure. “I know… how much do I have to bribe you three to scare her away?”

Jungkook giggled, floating over to sit on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Nothing. We do that all the time for free,” he snickered.

Taehyung nodded in agreement. “It’s true… but she never seems to go away even when we do.”

“In fact, I know she thinks we’re cute,” Jimin said, and Yoongi couldn’t help but agree. Your cat and mouse game with the three idiots was probably past the point of annoyance and more towards the territory of playfulness. You likely noticed how they weren’t exactly the malicious ghosts that people feared, so you humored their antics.

(Yoongi hoped that you stuck around for him, too.)

“How much longer ’til she gets here?” Yoongi asked, walking to his bedroom. The air was stale inside the room, not having to use the bed as much as he once did. He opened his closet, trying to find some better-looking clothes than the threadbare robe he had decided to live in. He plucked a nice button-up shirt, before thinking better of it.

Am I really going to look like a stereotypical vampire when I meet her? What’s next, a cape?

“She’s a few blocks away,” Taehyung responded. The ghost paused, looking at the shirt Yoongi had put back. “No, wear that. She likes it when you wear that shirt.”

“She thinks you look regal in it,” Jimin agreed, grabbing his only pair of slacks. “These, too. She likes your butt in them.”

If Yoongi were still human, he’d probably blush. “I told you boys it’s rude to eavesdrop on her thoughts,” he scolded.

“You like the reassurance, though…” Jungkook muttered, but Yoongi ignored him.

“Two minutes away…!” Taehyung reminded him before disappearing. The two others followed suit, likely going to meet you before you arrived. Yoongi sighed, a headache slowly forming by his temple.

As promised, after two minutes, there was a knock from his front door. As Yoongi reluctantly approached and reached for the doorknob, he could hear you arguing playfully with his little friends.

“Taehyung, no pulling! I just got my hair fixed,” you whined. Despite your words, Yoongi could hear the affection in your voice, plain as day.

“You look really pretty today, noona…” Jungkook giggled, and Yoongi could imagine Jungkook placing a chaste kiss on your cheek in greeting. “Are you finally gonna tell hyung about your crush on him?”

“What are you talking about?!” you yelped. Yoongi heard something fall, then a string of curses from you. “Oh gosh, the food! I hope nothing spilled…”

“Don’t worry, noona. I doubt Yoongi hyung is hungry,” Jimin giggled slyly. “Unless you count how he’s hungry for you…”

Before you could reply to Jimin’s out-of-pocket comment, Yoongi swung open the door, an alarmed expression on his face. “H-hey, Y/N,” he began, a little awkwardly. He cleared his throat, trying to appear as if he hadn’t heard anything at all. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

You froze when Yoongi suddenly appeared. You were in the midst of rearranging the plastic bags of take-out food with your jaw agape, likely about to chastise Jimin for his rudeness. You floundered for a second before straightening up quickly. Your cheeks were a cute shade of red.

(Yeah, maybe he was a little hungry…)

“Yoongi! Oh god, sorry, I was just…” you stumbled for a moment, trying to figure out a way to explain yourself. Behind you, the three stooges grinned evilly, full of satisfaction.

“Do you need help?” Yoongi asked instead, bending down to gather your bags. The smell of take-out Chinese wafted into his nose, and he had to hide his growing smile. His favorite food, you had remembered. If he could eat, he’d be salivating.

“Yoongi hyung is salivating for a different reason…” Taehyung muttered, reading his thoughts. Yoongi and your eyes widened in alarm, causing the three kids to guffaw in response.

“Sorry, I was on the phone with somebody and the bags slipped,” you coughed, quickly grabbing the rest of the bags. In your haste, your hands accidentally touched, making you gasp in surprise.

“Gosh, Yoongi! Your hands are terribly cold! Are you alright…?” you asked, trailing off. When you tore your gaze away from his pale hand, you slowly turned to face him fully. Due to the uproar caused by the kids earlier, you hadn't been able to look at Yoongi properly since you arrived.

Yoongi braced himself, a terse smile on his lips.

You observed him silently, a mysterious emotion flitting through your face. Yoongi saw the way your gaze shifted to the injury on his neck, which he had recklessly forgotten to at least try to cover up. The dots were connecting, and Yoongi waited for you to make the first move.

To his surprise, you started by staring inquisitively at the kids. “Did you guys…?” you asked, suspicious. This was the first time you had openly addressed them in front of him, and Yoongi was shocked. Not only for that, but for also potentially thinking that they were to blame, somehow. Didn’t you trust them by now?

Jimin looked affronted, scoffing at your train of thought. “Us? Of course not! Why on earth would we do that to hyung?”

Jungkook huffed, wrapping an arm around your waist with a sad pout. “Yeah! Why would we hurt hyung on purpose? You don’t think we’d do that, right?” he asked, eyes watering with hurt tears.

Immediately, your expression softened. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” you trailed off, sighing. As if remembering where you were, you snapped back to reality, staring incredulously at Yoongi as if he’d grown three heads. Well, or turned into a vampire, he supposed.

“Yoongi! What on earth happened?” you asked, terrified for him. Or perhaps, terrified of him? Yoongi knew he should be feeling guilty, or embarrassed, or maybe a little ashamed, but all he could see was your worry for him, and his dead little heart would have skipped a beat if it still could. God, he was pathetic.

Instead of answering you truthfully, Yoongi chose to run away from his problems, like he always did. “It’s just a mosquito bite,” he explained lamely. He rubbed the very conspicuous marks in question, wincing slightly. It might have been a month since he turned, but it still felt as tender as it did the day it happened.

You stared at him, unimpressed. “In the middle of winter? When you rarely step out of your house?” you asked sarcastically. You gave him a steely glare. “Be serious with me for a second, Yoongi.”

But Yoongi couldn’t. He couldn’t tell you, or else he’d literally die a second death, from embarrassment or heartbreak, he couldn’t tell.

“I… I don’t actually know,” Yoongi lied. It was sort of true. He didn’t know that the stupid bet would actually mean he’d give up his soul to pay for an impossible debt. He had been swindled, that was it. He still didn’t understand how he could’ve been so stupid.

“He didn’t know he was stupid… what a joke,” Jimin murmured, causing the others to giggle in turn. You and Yoongi ignored them.

When he didn’t explain further, your shoulders slumped, defeated. You likely didn’t believe him one bit, but you were never the type to push. You were probably as shy as he was, which had caused its fair share of misunderstandings in the past. Most of the time, those misunderstandings helped Yoongi, though he often wished that he didn’t need them. One day, he’d be honest with you, but for now…

“May I come in, Yoongi? There’s something I have to tell you…” you started, eyes shifting behind you. The kids hovered closer, watching you with curiosity.

Yoongi felt the air turn colder, though he wasn’t sure if it was just him, the wind, or the ghosts doing it. Or maybe it was you.

Yoongi opened the door wider, gesturing for you to come in. “Please, make yourself at home…” he whispered before closing the door gently.

Outside, the three boys didn’t make a move to come in.

“Now… we wait,” Jimin whispered. The other two nodded, faces determined. They floated to the second floor of Yoongi’s villa, still keeping their ears to the floor. As much as they wanted to interrupt, they knew this was an important development for the two of you. They wanted to give you a false sense of privacy, but they could never stop themselves from hearing the gossip. God knows that these rascals would be bored without their daily dose of real telenovela romance.

In the living room, Yoongi took a seat as far away from you on the couch as possible. He laced his hands with an iron grip, forcing himself to stop any fidgeting.

Breaking the silence, you sighed tiredly. “So… where do I begin?”

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omg hi. this is one of those requests for when miguel gets home from work n is just exhausted from overworking himself but he just can’t sleep and needs ALLLL of your affection in order for him to relax and put all the problems in the world aside and just focus in you and only you💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 but not the one where he just gets home to “fuck his stress away” i don’t really like those they’re boring bc he used u n then he knocks tf out😞😞😞💔💔.

if u do this i love you 2939950382728205 and hope you eat good tonight🫦🫦🫦.

Hahaha thank you for this request! Hope you like it!!

Am I 2939950382728205 loveable now?

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Paraíso secreto

Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader

Word count: 2800

Warnings: none, sensual tension

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You had cleaned up the kitchen, did away the dishes and finally tucked yourself within your blanket to sink back into the cushions of your couch. The television light was all that illuminated the room as you browsed through movies instead of catching up with your favorite shows, because that had to wait till the weekend, upon strict orders from your husband.

It was his sacred routine, to watch them with you and you didn’t want to break his heart by watching them alone. He had been away for a few weeks and it was well accustomed to have such nights with the nature of his work. You didn’t mind when he got busy, you worked around it and kept yourself occupied but sometimes it would catch when you weren’t noticing.

The longing, the solitary routine making you want to run to that phone and call him home.

The movie tiles kept moving and yet nothing seemed interesting. You wanted to hear him say your name. Sighing you tilted your head up, the ceiling looked just as vacant as you were feeling. Your phone lit up next to you, you turned to it instantly, hoping for a message from him. That he was coming home but it was only a notification for tomorrow’s weather.

Cloudy with a high chance of rain.

Great, you thought. Another day with depressing weather that you longed for the sun to come out again.

Where was the warming sun when you needed it?

Where was he when you wanted him?

You stayed up late in the hope that he would return, atleast today but as the clock ticked away into midnight hours, it was clear that you were going to have to make your way to a cold empty bed. But the phone shone in your hand, your finger itching to click on the number with his name on it.

You hovered over it bringing to your senses the warmth of his body, the scent on his skin, the soft touch of his fingers and the velvet brown of his eyes. All of it making you miss him more. Maybe you could ring him just to say that. Maybe you could ring him and he would appear at your front door. But you didn’t. You had signed up for this, the lonely nights and his schedules.

Just as you were about to get up to grab a late night snack, the door beeped open. You froze, the surprise of hearing the sound of his footsteps down the hallway made this moment feel like a dream. And then he called your name, his voice ridden with sleep and his soul tired of having been away.

“In here.”, you responded to him, scared that if you went out to him, he might disappear and all this would turn into a mirage, one of your own mind’s doing.

But he appeared in front of you, his eyes dilating at the sight of you. The tension from his shoulders escaped as he took in a deep breath.

“dios mío, te he extrañado.”, he exhaled and with it walked towards you, to trap you in his arms as he crawled over you. Now unable to move away, he lifted your blanket to get under it.

“Ay my feet will get cold.”, you squirmed while he adjusted himself over you, to rest one arm over your abdomen, the other looping behind your back to then have his head nuzzle into the crook of your chest.

With that he sunk into you, letting go off all the strings that he kept held together. You could see his slow breathing reverberate through the blanket, his warmth encasing you. You relaxed too, running your hands over his back before bringing it back up to pet his hair.

“I’ve missed you too.”, you leaned forward to kiss the back of his head as it peeked up from beneath the blanket. His eyes were closed but beneath it, it was lined with dark circles, he looked exhausted. As you huffed a smile at his neediness, you ran your fingers over his cheek to feel the rough edges of a couple day’s worth stubble. He didn’t smell like the combination of sea salt and bergamot. Instead he reeked of sweat and tarmac.

Where had he been?

“You need a bath.”, you said as you gathered all his hair that had fallen forward to expose his forehead, to try to get him to look at you.

He hummed to agree but refused to move. So you began to stir beneath him only to have his hold tighten. Placing your hands on his shoulder you attempted to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

“Go get yourself cleaned up, big boy.”, you tapped his cheek to wake him up but he nuzzled further and whined.

“Only if you come with me.”, he cribbed not wanting to leave you.

“I’m not the one who’s smelling like a scruffy street rat.”, you laughed. Upon hearing your response, he gasped dramatically.

“A street rat?”, he looked up at you, to which you nodded your head.

“retractate”, he pouted.

“No.”, you said folding your arms.

“Now go and come back soon, I want to cuddle.”, you looked at him with a stern look. To which his eyes narrowed down on you as if he was plotting something.

He got up and you smirked, feeling justified for having gotten him to do what you want. But he sat back on his knees and wrapped his hands around your thighs to pull you up to him. Now in the liberty of his hold, he brought you closer to rub his face into your neck, his hand holding you steady as you fought off giggles. The sweet scent of neroli that was on you was now replaced with the same gunk that was on him. Now sitting back on his heels he gave you a proud smile.

“Now you need a bath too.”, he said as he got up, his fingers wrapping around yours to get you to follow him.

“Fine.”, you rolled your eyes as you smiled giving into his charm.

He turned the shower on, the steam beginning to fill the cold space. He removed his gadgets off him but soon after he turned to you. As though he didn’t want to enter first in the off chance you might slip away. You weren’t certain as to what had gotten into him, usually he would only have the energy to fall asleep. But as his large fingers slid away your night dress with ease, there wasn’t too much to complain about.

He held his hand out, to help you into the tub that also functioned as the shower area, then he got in next and pulled the shower curtains to seal the warmth in.

He stood beneath the shower head, letting the warm water run over him as he closed his eyes, you could tell something was bothering him. So you drew closer, to let the water run over you too.

“Where did you go?”, you asked wanting to know the thoughts that were running in his head.

“Just…”, he sighed, slowly leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his hand coming to rest in the small of your back.

“work.”, he told you. None of his other projects had drained him to this extent.

“Is it classified?”, you whispered as he reached for the shower gel.

“No.”, he said it with a laugh.

“It’s this boy that's wrecking everything I worked hard to set right.”, he spoke with frustration as he squeezed a dollop of soap into your hands and his.

“He won’t listen to me.”, his brows furrowed.

“Now he’s run off and I don’t know what to do.”, he growled as his claws retracted a little as he rubbed his hands together in anger, the soap generating a lot of leather that now got washed away. But when his eyes found yours, he took a deep breath, as if remembered where he was and retracted his claws.

“Now I’m wasting our time together by rambling about something irrelevant.”, he pursed his lips.

“I'm failing at everything.”, his shoulders slumped.

“At keeping the multiverse together, at being a leader for the society I created and”, he paused his brows furrowing further as though he had made a mistake.

“at being your husband.”, he said finally as he closed his eyes.

So that was what all this was about.

“I’ve left you unattended and alone and – you stopped his rambling by placing a finger on his lips.

“You’re here now.”, you eased him.

“I do miss you, but moments like these make up for it.”, you lathered the soap into your hands.

“So I don’t want to become another worry that lingers in your mind.”, you spread the soap on his chest, working it up to his neck.

“But I want you to know,” he held you by your chin, making you pause to look at him.

“that you are beyond important than what I do.”, he spoke the words tenderly.

“that every time I breathe I think of you.”, he smiled.

“you linger in the rhythm of my heartbeat and I am sure you make up a major part of my soul.”, he pulled you closer, you stood on your toes, you were both magnets, drawn to each other infinitely. He kissed you and it was an act of affirmation, for the both of you.

You turned to grab more soap but he seemed to have other ideas, as you turned to him, he had another huge pile of lather in his hands which he dumped on your head. You frowned but the smile on his face warmed your heart, you stood on your toes again to dose his head with shampoo and before he could get a hold of you, you worked your fingers into his hair as the soap dripped down his eyes. Once it was well applied, you styled his hair into a mohawk. Knowing what you had done, he pouted like a child forced to sit still.

He grabbed the hand shower and you were sure it was going to be an act of revenge. It was, he turned on cold water over you. You squealed trying to get it out of his hand but managed to turn it him instead.

“Ay ay ay esta helada.”, he jumped as he turned it off.

You stood in the silence for a second before both of you broke into fists of laughter. As you stood there with soap dripping down your face and while he still sported half a mohawk.

And somehow you had forgotten all the lonely hours you had spent because when he was here, with you. He was the sun.

You finally managed to behave like adults and step out the shower rid of all the dirt and grime. You got into another night dress and he pulled over a pair of shorts. As you stood by the mirror to dry your hair, you found him inspecting the scruff on his face.

“My trimmer’s run out of battery and I can’t manage it with the blade.”, he explained.

The smallest prick and his claws would give into his reflex to cut him. So putting away your towel you took up the blade and motioned from him to sit down on the stool. His eyes tracking you, somehow this gesture had seemed to darken his eyes with desire.

Applying shaving foam over the sides of his face, you inspected his face but you couldn’t shake off the sensation of having his eyes on you, it felt enriching. It was difficult to find the right angle as you stood and as if he could read your thoughts he pulled you up onto his lap. His hands wrapping around your waist as his fingers rested on the rise of your backside.

You held his chin and slid the blade down his cheek as it came away with foam leaving behind smooth supple skin, one you wanted to kiss a thousand times.

“The boy you mentioned.”, you spoke and he hummed.

“he sounds a lot like you.”, you told him

“He isn’t.”, he grunted.

“He’s just scared and alone, go easy on him.”, you shushed him as you got to the end of his chin.

“You still have nightmares about your past, Miguel.”, you reminded him and he remained quite in contemplation.

“Don’t expect a child to have it all figured out.”, you told him and his eyes softened, as if he was guilty.

“I may have chased him across the city in a fit of rage.”, he mumbled but it got your attention.

“Miguel.”, you chided him.

“Lo siento.”, he eased you

“Promise me the next time you see him.”, you pointed the blade at him.

“You’ll protect him.”, you furrowed your brows and his gaze wavered. In his line of work protecting someone meant you risked losing yours. So you added another clause to your statement.

“And come back home to me.”, you said softly as he wiped his face with the towel that was on his shoulder.

“Yes, mi joya.”, he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“ahora vamos a la cama.”, his voice dripped with sleep and comfort.

You each settled onto your respective sides of the bed and finally in weeks, these sheets weren’t going to be cold. You had to braid your hair before you could sleep but he didn’t let you. He grabbed you, to pull you close to him such that your back was pressed into his chest and then breathed in the scent of your shampoo as he placed his nose at the top of your head.

“Let me braid your hair.”, he whispered and you could only say yes as your throat ran dry.

The feeling on his fingers in your hair, tugging it softly as he worked away without seeking any advice. You grew shy at his display of tenderness, suddenly feeling grateful about who he was to you, that he was yours and how he didn’t know that his small gestures let you know of his love.

“Gabriella only preferred ponytails but I’m sure I’ve got this right.”, He spoke as he secured the hair tie to then place the finished braid over your shoulder for inspection.

You ran your fingers over the weave of the braid. It was perfect, just right and your smile had conveyed your satisfaction to him.

Now with some new scheme, he turned behind him to switch of his table light and reached past you to switch of yours as well. To plunge the room in darkness and as your eyes adjusted to the soft light that filtered in through the window, there was longing in his eyes.

“Now with your hair out of the way and my scruffy beard tamed, I can finally do this.”, he had found your cheek in the dim light but it was the hunger with which his lips found yours that knocked the wind out of your system.

His tongue digging in as if he had been starved but then so were you. Starved for his touch, his breath hot against your skin, his heart raging in his throat.

There were no more wounds to heal or worries to dust away. There was only the silence of the night and the freedom to enjoy each other’s presence.

His weight pushed you onto the pillows as his lips travelled down your neck over your collarbone and into your sternum while his hand traced up your leg beneath your dress to the start of your thighs.

His lips mumbling words like they were chants of adoration.

“Te deseo.”, he said breathlessly as he caught his breath and to see him in this light, undone by your, it was beauty at it’s finest.

“Don’t abandon me in the morning.”, you stroked his cheek afraid that you would be alone again.

The funny thing about falling in love with the sun is how it tends to hide away when in pleases or leave you to the mercy of winter winds, till it hears you beg for it to return.

But with him, he lit up your soul, he never let you beg and instead gave freely. With his care and love, there was no doubt, no waiting, when he was here, he left no room for doubt in your mind about where you stood, about what you meant to him.

“Cómo puedo huir?”, he traced his thumb over the rise of your cheek.

“cuando eres mi paraiso secreto.”, he paused, his eyes holding your gaze.

“mi lugar seguro”, he whispered with a soft smile.

“No puedo.”, he shook his head as though it was impossible by all accounts.

“porque eres tú”, he continued as if switching to English would water down his feelings.

“Siempre te voy a escoger.”, he said with certainty.

“Siempre”, he said again as though that was the final truth.

There was no proper response that could match what he had said so you reached up to kiss him, to give him your entirety, body, mind and soul because only he could rule over it justly with all the love you deserved.

He hummed against your lips as if you were the only one capable of intoxicating him.

Your hands found the base of his shoulder blades and his lips found yours.

The rainy weather predicted for tomorrow didn’t matter any more. Because all the warmth you needed, was here, in his arms.

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territorial woes | k. leona

✮ tags ; fem!reader (referred to as leonas woman very briefly) fluff, territorial / needy leona , he is sickly in love in this sorry they're so domestic, one singular sex joke, this is a college au so everyone is over 18 for sake of my sanity, sfw but this blog is 18+ so minors don't follow please and ty

✮ wc ; 2k (? ? ?)

✮ a /n ; im so embarassed that this is leaving my fingertips actually. i do have to clarify like... i dont rlly think leona gets jealous easily but he can be kind of childish bc he's spoiled if that makes sense lmao. i was so Plauged by this i couldnt sleep its like 4am. i took my melatonin at midnight im so sick. blame @/petrichorium i am not responsible.

✮ synopsis ; leona kingscholar is often annoyed, but not usually over something like this.

He shouldn't have come to class.

The clock on the wall is agitating. Tick, tick, tick. On repeat over and over, plainly the same and piercing. Leona is sensitive to his surroundings, and particularly to noise.

He hates loud noises and sharp cries and he hates the sound of the damn clock in Trein's classroom. He's never been a fan of the classroom setting, general lack of motivation aside. It goes against his very nature to listen to boring lectures and sit through assignments he's already done hundreds of times.

All of his education from being young royalty paid off but ultimately amounts to nothing, because if he wants to graduate he still has to do this all over again.

He's a hunter, so he's not opposed to sitting and lying in wait if there's a promise of reward at the end. If all this sitting around with a twitching ear and bored sigh would amount to anything he'd be a little less annoyed with attending.

And there was one, originally. A thing, that Leona had wanted (which he can only admit to himself begrudgingly) that was worth hauling his ass out of the peaceful botanical garden and into class today. That very thing which is currently giggling their heart out to one of those idiot freshman from the Heartslyabul dorm.

Tick, tick, tick. Leona snaps his jaw close and tears his eyes from the sight, nose scrunched in frustration with a knuckle pushed against his temple.

He wants to go back to his dorm. But he can't. He won't until he gets what he even came for.

The presence of another person alerts his senses, but he relaxes upon realizing it's Ruggie, sitting on the edge of his desk with that usual smug air about him. Leon passes him a glance but doesn't say a word.

"Somethin' troublin' you, my liege? Shyehehe."

Leona all but growls.

"Shut your trap or I'll hang you up by your tail."

"Ouch. That bothered by it, huh?"

"I'm not bothered by squat."

Ruggie laughs hard at that and Leona considers throwing him through a wall. Ruggie is also looking ahead where you at, staring a little more openly than Leona is. He whistles under his breath. He can't remember the names of the two brats, but they're always together. One of them with orange hair and the other with the short blue.

"They're pretty close with those two, yanno. Heard they were having sleep-overs and all durin' their first year.''

Leona narrows his eyes. The clock ticks on. Ruggie grins and Leona knows he should just up and leave. It's stupid to be hanging around here. It's lame that he's even looking. He should just go up there and—

"They're best friends, basically. Been like that since before you two had a thing going too. Way before that, I think."

Leona knows well enough what Ruggie is doing. What Hyena's are good at, goading his annoyance to push him to act. He's looking for a show, and Leona is nearly tempted to give him one. Nearly.

You're not the fierce type like the women back home. You probably wouldn't think twice about it, just bat your little lashes and wave your friends goodbye like the herbivore you are if he decided to drag you away. You'd pester him, follow him around while he acted moody and cold for a while before frowning.

You'd get mad at first, before huffing and saying sorry for something you didn't even do. Mumbling and poking around until Leona eventually drags you in his bed to nap instead of being outright about any of it. If his sister-in-law knew he was acting like such a kid to his woman, he'd never hear the end of it. It's that voice in his head that keeps him stuck in his chair, seething.

"Not like you to be so docile, King." Ruggie says. Leona shoots him a mean enough glare that he backs away in fear.

It's not like he's being docile. Not really. There's more to it than that.

Thing is, Leona is used to being chased. Regardless of his inferiority in birthright, he's still royalty. Royalty means plenty of people itching to get in his good graces to get a taste of the highlife. Leona is used to cheap tactics of seduction and luxury in order to earn his favor - he can smell it from away. He's always half expecting to uncover secret intentions.

It never happens. You are all by all measures, frustratingly sincere. Leona doesn't really know how to respond to it. You don't pay mind to his royalty or his ability aside from a normal amount of awe. You're an herbivore firstly, and a stranger to this world after that. Whatever traits in Leona you've latched onto, he can't wrap his head around nor does he understand.

It's the first time in his life that he's gotten into a romantic entanglement like this. Where everything is all lovey-dovey and things are so important. He's always been respectful to his women but he's never been seriously in love in his life. It's different from just being decent. He cares what you think to an extent that's unfamiliar. It's not like he'd ever fix his mouth to say all that, but it really matters that he does things the right way.

Leona doesn't usually act in self-interest, to begin with. Cocky as he may be - he's still king and kings act in the interest of his people. Regardless of what it looks like, you are part of his people. His pride, in more simple terms.

It's not being docile as much as it's an effort to show some respect for you.

Leona isn't usually jealous about petty, trivial shit. It doesn't matter to him what you do or who you do it with in your own time. He likes that you're independent, too.

He is however, a territorial apex predator and a prince. For better or for worse whenever he looks at you, all he can see is to prey animals encroaching on his territory.

That's the part of him that's raring to go. Teeth clenched and agitated, brows all drawn together in frustration. Leona wants to go back to his dorm, but he wont without what he came for. It's putting him in a bad mood.

But ultimately, he doesn't move from his spot. Ruggie leaves eventually when his mood has soured completely. His head is on the desk and he's got his eyes closed, but his ears twitched at the sound of your chair dragging on the floor.

"Can you guys walk Grimm back to the door? I'm gonna go with Leona. Thanks! See you later,"

And just like that, the classroom clears of the last nuisances occupying it. Leaving only you and Leona and that ticking clock together.

He hears you walk up to him before he sees it. Your voice is annoyingly pleasant to listen to.

"Leona? You sleeping already?"

He's starting to understand why his older brother folded at every single word that came out of his sister-in-laws mouth. He lifts his head just barely to look at you and you're looking at him all wide-eyed. He wants to tick you off a little, but can't conjure up any ideas.

"You done with those little yippin' herbivores you call friends? Can we leave now?"

You frown.

"You're in a bad mood. And don't be mean to them, they are actually my friends, you know?"

He scoffs and your frown deepens.

"Leonaaa," You drag out the syllables of his name as you stand beside him "What's wrong with you?"

He hears you pull a chair up. When he finally sits up, you're sitting directly in front of him on a chair turned backwards. There's hardly any room between you. Your face is twisted up with worry.

Leona reaches to pinch your nose. You pull away making his lips twitch upward.

"I shouldn't've came to class." He complains. You rub your nose but don't say anything back, considering him.

"I didn't think it was that bad today though. I guess it might always be for you though since you know like, everything, but I don't—"

Before you can keep going, he leans forward to press his lips to yours. It shuts you up effectively. Your lips are soft. They're sweet and a little sticky - mouth warm and welcoming.

When he pulls away, you blink at him.

"What were you sayin'." He asks.

You look a little taken aback.

"I don't know. Oh, uhm. I liked the lesson. It's fun to learn stuff about this world, I guess." You stumble over your words like you're shy. It's ironic to him, but charming all the same.

He grins.

"What? You nervous after a little kiss?" He teases.

You flush.

"You're not usually that forward, dummy. Which brings me to my question again, what's up? You're sulking."

"What the hell? I'm not sulkin'"

"Yes you are. Your doing the little nose scrunch thing too. Did something happen?"

He pushes the comment about his nose scrunch away entirely because he's sure thinking about too long is gonna get on his nerves. He glares at you for a while, debating on what he should say. Truth is, he is a little pissed. But he isn't going to tell you that your little chat with friends is making him territorial. That would be ridiculous.

There's a brief moment of silence before you pause. You tilt your head, eyes shining with curiosity.

"...Were you lonely?" You suggest.

His face drops.

"You're not the jealous type usually, but you're like a big overgrown kitty. So, you missed me right? That's why you're moping?"

The tone of your voice makes him want to pinch you again.

"Watch your mouth, herbivore." He grits, agitation rolling back into his tone like a wave. And you laugh, the nerve of you. Giggle a little as you lean in closer.

"You didn't say no."

"Shut up." He says, weakly.

"Leona," You say his name again, a little sweeter. Purposefully full of affection and he hates everything about how mushy it's making him feel. You reach your hand up to his head, petting behind his ears in the place you know he likes "I'm sorryyy,"

"Do you go 'nd tuck your tail between your legs like this for everyone? Where's your self-respect, huh?" He means to say with a lot more characteristic sarcasm.

But it all comes out gross and sweet sounding instead.

"Mm, no? It's just that my boyfriend is pretty shit at being honest about his feelings so if I don't dote on him he'll wither away like a houseplant and—"

He covers your mouth with his hand and glares at you, faux annoyed. And you're giggling against his palms, all bely laughs. It's all a little nauseating for him. He pulls away by cupping your jaw instead, squishing your face together.

"When'd you get so damn mouthy?" He grumbles.

"Since forever ago." You say through squished lips. He huffs, leaning forward to kiss you a second time. You're all soft everywhere. Squishy and mellow. Leona kisses you three times in the process, each one a little more impatient than the last before releasing you.

He doesn't let go, hand going to cup the back your neck instead. He cradles your head close, sighing against your mouth.

"Annoying," He says. You smile at him and he has to look away to deal with the intensity of it.

"You love me." You say with a smile. If only you knew the half of it.

He doesn't say that of course. Just scoffs as he stands to his feet, dragging you with him. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. The warmth of your body makes him purr.

"In your dreams. You owe me for cuttin' into my naptime."

"What can I do for you my liege?" You say sarcastically, grabbing his hand openly. He squeezes it "You wanna take a nap with me?"

"Can't promise I'll get you in my bed and not fuck you about it." He says with a lazy chuckle. You nudge his side.

"You're so crass."

"You love me," He mocks. You huff.

"Unfortunately, I do. Could use some rest though," You yawn, and blinking blearily "So nap time it is. 'kay?"

He kisses the side of your head.

"Sounds good t'me."

#leon x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #writing tag #if anyone says anything about me posting this ill explode myself in the michaelwave.... please do not #i was so haunted by this i just needed to get it out of me i am not even. look #i cant explain it like i started sweating

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solomons-finest-rum · 1 year

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I SAW YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I know this is such a basic idea but I adore the idea of Alfie and his wife going to get another puppy or doggo as a sort of 'companion' for Cyril bc Y/N would definitely believe that "Cyril deserves his own companion too Alfie 🥺", I love your fics so much and thank you for the blessing of your work angel ❤️

Hi love! Thank you so so much for the very kind words! 🥰🥰🥰

Initially Alfie wasn't really on board when it came to getting another dog, but not for the reasons you might think.

He was afraid Cyril would feel replaced by the new puppy.

Yes, he was a more caring man than he'd initially let on, but still Alfie was convinced that you fell for his whole song and dance about "no more bloody dogs an' that is final, that!" and he wouldn't have to explain.

Of course you didn't believe him, not even for a second. You knew Alfie better than anyone, but not even your reasoning could get through that tough and stubborn exterior.

Sometimes Alfie got too deep in one of his foul moods and you just had to wait it out.

He of course remained convinced that you believed his poorly constructed facade and that would be the end of that.

Unfortunately for Alfie, his wife remained something of a certified expert in dealing with his moody nature and so you devised a plan.

A plan as cunning as that husband of yours.

You already knew that with Alfie the more revealing truths of his character were the things carefully left out of the narrative and so tricking him remained the only option.

But tricking a trickster, well, that looked roughly as easy as stealing from the king of thieves.

So you took a page out of your husband's book and terrorised Ollie until he joined your little charade.

"Mrs. Solomons, I'd rather we didn't sneak around the office..." "But I am Mrs. Solomons, aren't I?" "Well, yes...?" "So what's mine is his I reckon, blah, blah, blah, 'till death do us part, all that jazz, now hold the door for me, will ya?" "Mrs. Solomons, but your husband doesn't like it!" "Cheer up Ollie, darling, I'll just be a second! Now, where does he keep the bandages?" "Mrs. Solomons, are you... Fuck! What is that?!" "That is a dog, darling, don't look so shocked... Hand me that bottle." "Mrs. Solomons, I know what dogs are and this ain't it!"

You see, the charade had to be believable.

It had to work.

So the dog had to mean something more than just a dog, you had to give it all a believable story.

As fate would have it, you overheard your neighbours gossiping about a gang holding illegal dog fights near Whitechapel.

So you recruited four biggest members of Alfie's gang and got yourself a dog.

Or two.

Or ten.

"Got" would be the term used loosely here, truth be told you stole them all and ordered the men behind the ring executed, but potato, potat-oh.

All of the poor creatures were given a good loving home, except one that looked both the scariest and the most injured.

That one you decided to keep and with Ollie's reluctant help you managed to clean up most of his wounds.

Perhaps the greatest surprise of all was Alfie's reaction.

Contrary to his usual habits he said nothing as soon as he entered the office.

He looked at you, then at the dog, then at Ollie.

You chose your best impression of a deer in the headlights for the occasion.

(Granted, Ollie got the worst of the squinting and a very menacing hum thrown in there just to let him know who's boss and that the aforementioned was very much disapproving of the impromptu gathering in his own private office, thanks very much.)

As soon as Ollie left, though, the dog was given a proper introduction and all your worries left you when you saw Alfie smile under all that beard and initial suspicion.

You figured, though, that if you were to keep your husband on your toes, you'd expect nothing less in return.

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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FICTOBER DAY 16- Burn in Hell

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warnings- mention of hell, demons, blood, daggers/knifes, witchcraft, toxic behavior bc he’s literally a demon, etc

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“I hope you burn in hell.” Y/N spit, looking at Harry’s form with a sneer on her face. The demon snickered, approaching her with his cocky smirk that she wanted to smack right off his face. He had disappeared for a month and a half, coming back to her shop after hours with a blood soaked dagger in his hand that was pulled over the throat of one of her friends, just moments ago. That was his greeting.

“Oh, gorgeous, the words you say to me… You’re so romantic.” He cooed, not at all concerned about the dagger she had pulled from her dress. “I don’t feel like going home right now. Besides,I had to do it. You know I did, it’s part of my nature.”

“He was my friend, Harry!” She yelled, pointing it at his chest as he approached her, hand shaking slightly as she looked at him, wild eyed and chest feeling like it was going to explode. “He was my friend and you just- you killed him. You killed him because you’re jealous, you think- you think he could make he happy?” Y/N’s laugh bubbled, not a real humorous one but one of contempt and grief.

The demon’s demeanor darkened, jaw tight as he approached, letting the dagger cut his clothing as he began to back the witch into the shelf, the bottles of herbs shaking as she bumped into them. The tip of the blade was against his skin, but he didn’t care as his hand shot out to grab her face, roughly tilting it up.

“He can’t do that. No one can make you happy, except for me.” His voice got darker, deeper, making her breathing catch. “You may have summoned me accidentally, but you fucked me. You begged for my cock, you begged for my seed inside of your cunt that drips just for me. You’ve taken me again and again.” He hissed. “You think that just because I go away for a month to do what I was made for means that I’m done with you? Do you honestly think… I’m going to let a man who wants you think he has any semblance of a chance?” The veins around his eyes darkened, eyes black as Y/N realized just how badly she had upset the creature.

“H-How was I supposed to know you’d come back? You left a note, but you were gone for month and a half!” She whispered shakily. “That isn’t ‘be back soon.’ No communication , nothing.” Her hurt was obvious in her voice. “How am I supposed to trust you? You’re a demon, Harry. I summoned you by accident, yes, but I only know so much about you and your kind. There was- there was obviously some sort of chemistry, and I won’t have you holding our sex over my head.”

“Holding it over your head?” He laughed. “No, that’s not what I’m doing. I’m proving a point. Providing you context. While I may apologize for not stating how long I’d be gone until I came back to you- I gave you some of my blood. You licked your lips of it, and you bonded yourself to me. I would always come back to you.” His face was deadly serious. Y/N hadn’t known that doing what would mean bonding them- she had wondered why he had seemed so happy after that, kissing her all over and spending the entire night worshipping her, calling her his- and a part of her wouldn’t be upset over it considering their chemistry but….

“You can not just kill people who had interest in me.” Her voice pleaded. “I have no intentions of- if what you say is true, and we’re bonded- I am a faithful woman. You don’t need to kill them.”

“If you could hear his thoughts, Y/N… You would understand.” Harry replied. “Thinking about how much longer you’d take until you break and give into him. Wondering how you look under your dresses, if you’d be a good lover, what you taste like… No.” His voice was a hiss, broken up slightly in a truly demonic tone. “I will kill anyone with the intention of trying to take what belongs to me. I’ll do it over and over again, until I’m soaked with blood. I’ll take you in front of all of them before I do it, too. I do not care about their pitiful lives, lusting over a witch like yourself.” He took her dagger, pressing it to his throat. “They’d kill you if they knew the truth. That you were a true witch, not just an apothecary owner. That you begged for a demon to spill his seed inside of you, that you licked it off these sinful fingers and begged for more on your tongue. Humans aren’t ready to accept the fact. You’ll have to move to a new village soon when they wonder why you aren’t aging- none of them can be your forever. But I can. They aren’t good enough for you.”

His voice softened, the demonic trill leaving as his eyes softened back to their mossy green. “It is in my blood, Y/N. You are my woman, and I am yours. Anyone who thinks of threatening it is going to be eliminated. You can’t kill me. You love me.”

Y/N knew it was true, tugging the dagger from him and tossing it on the floor. “Please.” She whimpered. “I’ll be yours- But you need to be careful. If they find a string of murders, they’ll be suspicious and one of us will be blamed. Somehow. I can’t-” She had already thought she lost him once. She couldn't do it again.

“They can’t kill me, my ethereal beauty. My gorgeous little witch.” He shifted, touch on her chin gentle as he tilted her head up. “I’m invincible to humans. My powerful woman… They don’t know the power you hold, and how much we can do together now. Just let me take care of it. Take care of you.” His lips get closer with every word, capturing hers with the final sentence.

As he lifted her up to bring to her room, she couldn’t help but think it. What a match made in hell.

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moonliched · 3 months

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Sorry for the spam questions, I really like thinking about your fic. So, is there anything you'd like to ramble on about that I haven't asked?

you're good! i get screen fatigue and headaches, so i've been pacing myself through the asks. you can't imagine how exciting it was to open my inbox and see questions about my fic!! i love talking about it and this has been lots of fun, thanks so much✨☺️💕💕💕💕

rambling under the cut bc it's super long!

i've been trying to write this into the fic, but idk how well it'll come across, so i might as well say it here! Y/N refers to one of their parents as their 'guardian.' i picture Y/N's guardian as being a careless parent, not bc they don't care, but bc their culture raises children in a more independent fashion. with very little actual raising. they kind of just let them do their own thing, so their guardian was super uncomfortable that their weird hybrid child actually needed a lot of assistance to survive.

Y/N grew up feeling like a burden, and that asking for help or relying on others is evidence that they lack the intelligence and capability to do anything themself. communities are more for convenience than the necessary relationships that humans need by nature, so when people move away they don't keep in contact. this includes blood relatives. communities also scatter to rebuild elsewhere frequently, so by leaving their home planet Y/N understood that they would likely never see anyone from their community, including their guardian, ever again. no one they were leaving behind would see anything wrong with this.

Y/N was seen as bizarre for getting attached to people to the extent of wanting to keep in contact after they moved. as a consequence, Y/N generally fails to keep in contact with anyone they meet unless it's a requirement of work, and they figure everyone will think they're weird if they try to keep in contact. they have turned out quite asocial. you'll notice Y/N rarely seeks out Moon even though he's always coming to visit them. all the same, they can't quite kill the human part of themself that wants people to stick around even when they're drained from too much social interaction.

also, Y/N's other parent is a victim of this. they're human, and left one day for some reason - work, travel, to earn more money for their family. they returned one day only to find their partner and child gone, because their partner did not consider or particularly care that they might want to find them again😬 Y/N works this out as a teen, but there's no way for them to seek them out.

... okay let's do some nicer ones!🍰🍓

🍓 Y/N thinks about eating fish eyes a weird amount. fish skin too. this is because i am rabid about eating chicken skin and also raw meat (prepared ofc) and when i was a child i used to go into the butcher's shop or visit the raw fish on ice in the supermarket and breathe in the smell longingly, and freak out my parents :[

🍓 Moon's love language is biting, unfortunately

🍓 BON-BON sometimes wants to hug Y/N but he got no arms :( he also sometimes wants to fight them too

🍓 BON-BON sometimes just turns on the closest monitor and stares out of it silently while Y/N is doing stuff. he wants to hang out like when a friend comes into your room to chill on your bed without speaking. but all the stuff he does is digital, so Y/N can just see him blankly staring at them and it looks very odd from their perspective lol

🍓 Y/N runs funny bc they learned to run on a flimsy floating community that rocked with the waves

🍓 the Glamrock team are all aware by now that Vanessa is incessantly antagonising Y/N. generally they're wondering if Y/N may have done something before they arrived to trigger Vanessa into launching constant verbal attacks on them, and are feeling extremely uncomfortable on Y/N's behalf. no one wants to be the one to address it with Vanessa

🍓 Y/N has no idea what pizza is, but bc of the name they're picturing some sort of spiky dish like a sea urchin

🍓 Y/N is actually eating more seafood dishes as of late than they usually would bc Vanessa keeps commenting on it, and it makes them feel resentful. so then they cook more fish in rebellion and it becomes a cycle

thanks for reading!!😋✨

#ask #There Are Many Benefits

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tumbleweedbee · 8 months

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(Hi! Sorry, I was with a friend and she sent the message while I was still writing as a joke-)

The ask is if you could write Quackity x reader where Quackity's boyfriend is guatemalan (you don't have to know a lot about Guatemala, maybe just Quackity being interested in the culture bcs is similar to mexican but also very different)

That's all, thank you!! Hope you have a great day :>

A/n:

Ofc!!I don’t know much about Guatemala (as I’m irish) but I tried 🙏

QUACKITYX M! GUATEMALAN READER

-You and Quackity met whilst you were on holidays with your friend-group travelling all around Mexico.Your group decided to go and head to a big video-game shop you had all heard of and found a bus to take you there, but due to your group being made up of 5 people, you had to sit by yourself, though you didn’t mind as it meant that you got to play video-games on the way there.

Unfortunately, your plans of solitude and smooth sailing were crashed both due to the fact that the roads were extremely bumpy and due to the fact that a handsome stranger has decided to sit beside you.

You tried to continue playing and eventually tried to ignore the man staring holes into your 3DS and you turn to look at him, “Do you need something?” You inquire, raising an eyebrow.

He looks panicked and quickly replies with “oh sorry!!I was just curious about what game you were playing..”

“It’s Majora’s mask, I only got it recently” you added, smiling at him.

-am hour later-

You had learned that the man’s name is Alexis-though he prefers to go by Alex,he’s the same age as you and has quite a lot in common with you.

You feel quite sad that you have to get off the bus with your friends now, but before you can leave he quickly places his hand on your arm and goes “Wait!!Whats your number, I was uh just wondering if you’d like to hang out sometime…maybe..?” He looked at you, nervous and expecting to be rejected.

“Of course!Here you go!” You answer, trying not to sound too excited that a handsome stranger had asked for your number.

As you left the bus with your friends, Alex began texting you immediately, hoping that it was the right number.

You quickly replied back to him and you both began to text for the rest of your trip.

He began to ask where you were from, what is it like living in Guatemala?did they make good stew over there?What type of traditions did they have over there?what were your countries sports?

Once you arrived home he begged to call you and of course-you answered.

“Hey you said you’ve a pc right?Do you wanna play minecraft with me on my server?”he then invited you to a server ‘huh…Q-S-M-P…that’s an odd name.’ You thought to yourself.

You realised that there were a lot of people online that spoke Spanish, so naturally, when they started to speak to you in Spanish, you spoke back, which surprised alex “wow you can speak Spanish??” He asked, hoping to not come across as sound dumb.

“Of course I can!!Wait why’s your username Quackery?” You asked, before bursting out laughing at the name. “It’s Quackity!!”you could basically hear his eyes roll dramatically.

This was the same day you found out that “Quackity” was the name of his YouTube and twitch channel, you had decided to check it out and were amazed at how famous he really was, he was practically a celebrity!!You had began to tune into some of his recent streams without telling him and it was bizarre to you to see the same group of geeks you had been joking with not two hours ago, (along with Alex of course) bring in hundreds of thousands of views by just being themselves online.

Day after day, week after week, you and Quackity got closer, until eventually he pulled up at your house one day with flowers. “WH-Alex what are you doing here??Why do you have flowers??!”

He blushed and then hesitantly asked “do you uh, y’know, um, wanna go out?” “Of course I do!!” He stared at you, both in bewilderment that you actually agreed and the fact that he knew that he just couldn’t look away from your pretty face.

“I didn’t actually think you’d be gay or anything..”you smiled softly at him, inviting him in and gently taking the flowers from him. “Well you guessed wrong!”you replied, your face as red as tilíns bow.

You both decided to go on a date at your local restaurant, Alex hasn’t actually planned this far ahead as he thought you’d simply reject him.

You both couldn’t stop flirting with eachother-ignoring the looks some of the elders gave you.

Once the date and he was, yet again, back on your doormat; he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissed you gently on the lips and waved goodbye.

-Later that night-

*Quackity is live:IMSOHAPPY*

You decided to click onto the stream out of curiousity.

“GUYS GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?!!!”

Part 2?

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cathyun · 1 year

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Can I request an angsty Beomgyu x female reader scenario where y/n tries breaking up with him bc she doesn’t feel like she’s good enough for him and doesn’t want to hold him back from his career but Beomgyu refuses to let her go?

hold me tight

note: AHHH TYSM FOR THIS WONDERFUL REQUEST !!! i don't think this is as good as my previous works but i hope u enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing it !! pairing: choi beomgyu x reader genre: established relationship, angst, comfort wc: 1.5k warnings: doubts, low self-esteem, lots of overthinking, mentions of break-up, insecurities summary: beomgyu is forced to pick between you and his dreams, was it selfish of him to want both things at once?

Beomgyu is debuting.

He's been training diligently each day, conquering every hard moments. During those moments, you stuck by his side.

Listening to his rants about their new routines, whispering compliments and encouragements when he was feeling less confident about himself. You'd cuddle him in your warm comforting bed when he was tired and drained from practice, his head in your chest as he listened to your heartbeat. When his head were filled with doubts, you were there to remind him of his dreams and why he wanted to achieve it in the first place.

You were there next to Beomgyu, watching and cheering him on every step he took. That's why it was only natural that you're the first person he told about his debut.

The smile he wore was wide and contagious as he knocked to the door of your shared apartment. His heart pounding in anticipation when he heard the familiar sound of your footsteps. As soon as the door opened, your sweet voice greeted him.

"Hey, love. You're home early today, is there anything wrong?" You spoke, concern dripping from your tone. His heart warmed at this, before immediately reminding himself of why he was here in the first place.

Beomgyu greeted you with a hug and a kiss in the cheek, he gently held your hand and ushered you inside. After closing the door, he turned to you, "No, no, everything's alright. More than alright, actually." He replied, voice getting higher due to his excitement.

You noticed this almost immediately and fondly smiled back at him, "Did anything happen?"

He nodded in return, as the two of you sat on the couch of your living room. In an instant, he had his arms around you, sighing in content. "Something happened. Something really big." He lifted his head to see your pretty eyes, only to find out they were already looking at him, filled with tenderness, "It's happening, Y/n. I'm one step closer to achieving my dreams."

It feels like the world stops spinning for a moment. "You mean you're debuting soon?" Your breath hitched, blocking all source of oxygen.

"Yes! I'm debuting soon!" He exclaimed, letting out a huge laugh of relief before rambling, "The company confirmed it earlier. It still feels like I'm dreaming. Maybe I am, but I already pinched myself on the way here so- Y/n...?"

He cut himself off, looking at your face worriedly. You had gone pale, any trace of calmness on your face has now disappeared. This was the exact opposite of what he expected your reaction would be. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, although you looked nowhere near okay. "I'm fine. Just a bit overwhelmed." You nervously laughed it off, he would've left it at that but your tone was different. He could tell you wanted to say more, but couldn't.

And he was right. Inside your mind was a jumbled mess. Thoughts after thoughts appeared on your brain and you couldn't even process anything except for the fact that he was debuting. You should be happy. And you are happy, but a nagging voice from the darkest corner of your brain is telling you how you aren't good enough for him now, how you'll only slow down his process to become a better version of himself.

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

Everything.

"Nothing."

Everything is going wrong. You couldn't think straight.

"You know you can tell me everything, right?"

You took shakily deep breath in.

"I think," You paused, finding the right words, "I think we should stop this."

Beomgyu's ears rang as he felt a pang of sadness wash over him. He sat in shock, hands going slack against your shoulder. "What do you mean?" His heart paced as a thousand of thoughts raced through his mind. Had he done something wrong to make you upset?

You felt your own heart breaking at the sight of him. His eyes flashing a look of grief, confusion, and most of all, sadness. He was asking unspoken questions, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer any of them.

"I just don't think this will work out anymore."

Your bottled up insecurities were winning against your love for Beomgyu. As much as you wanted to stand up for your relationship with him, it seems as if your thoughts were much stronger than you realized.

But Beomgyu does not back down. He was more than willing to fight for this if you are currently incapable of doing so.

"I just- I don't understand? We were... We're happy, right? Did something happen? I'm sorry if I accidentally made you upset, but please. I'm sure there's a way we can fix this?"

The words get caught in your throat and you couldn't speak. As much as you had tried, you just couldn't. Because you know there wasn't anything wrong with him from the beginning, it was because of the way you felt and thought about yourself.

It felt too much to the point you couldn't take it anymore and the tears went straight out of your eyes right away. Beomgyu, always the sweet and attentive partner he is, was quick to hold you in his arms. He could feel you shaking in his hands as your sobs got louder.

"I'm sorry, Gyu." You whispered, voice cracking. He was quick to shush you, pulling away to wipe the tears out of your face.

"It's okay, angel. I'm here. You're okay." He reassured, "Just please talk to me. Don't end things so suddenly when you know we can sort it out."

"I..." You look down, restraining your sobs to let out the words you've been keeping in, "Am I good enough? For you?"

Beomgyu could only look at you with in shock, wondering how that thought could ever cross your mind. "Y/n, angel. You're more than good enough."

"But won't I hold you back from your career?"

"I like performing, Y/n. I like being on stage and being able to sing and dance. But I give it my all because I know you're somewhere in the crowd watching me perform." His eyes were filled with tears threatening to burst out, but he held on, "I wouldn't be here if you weren't by my side."

You sadly smiled, knowing well enough that he was wrong. Even without you, he could still achieve this dream of his without breaking a sweat. He had everything an ideal idol would have, and because of that you felt so small next to him.

You didn't feel good enough to be next to him, because that's Beomgyu. He is simply a big, bright star that would catch the attention of anyone. While you, you're just... simply you. You'd say you're nothing but the darkness that surrounds the star, and Beomgyu would argue that a star wouldn't shine as bright without the dark. He's right.

"Beom, you know how risky it is for an idol to be with someone in secret. If the media finds out, your whole career will-"

"I just want to be with you, Y/n. I want you. I need you." He stuttered, blinking the tears away furiously. "None of it would matter without you."

His voice held so much desperation. He didn't care if he looked stupid, all he wanted was for you to hold on. Because Beomgyu does not know how he would live without you.

He started this dream with you. You were there for him step for step, and he wanted you to be there when he achieved it, too. He was rarely selfish, but he's willing to be selfish for the sake of keeping you.

"Beom..."

"Please just try. I can't let you go." He clings on the small light of hope. Your heart aches.

It's hard, you think, convincing yourself that continuing what you have with him would make him a better person for his chosen career, especially with the way you view yourself. To you, you are nowhere near Beomgyu. But you know he's more than willing to prove those voices in your mind wrong.

"Please..."

With a shaking hand and a mind filled with doubts, you reached out for him. He looked at you teary eyed, before closing the remaining distance between you with desperation.

He clung onto you tightly, afraid that if he let you go, he'd be letting you go forever.

"Promise me you won't let me get in the way of your career."

It's hard not to listen to your thoughts, but you would rather grow and fix yourself together with Beomgyu, than finding an empty bed beside you every morning. Than walking pass each other like strangers without memories of one another. Than feeling grief when you would pass his house or your favorite places to go on dates as the memories overwhelm you.

You know it'll take awhile to fix the doubtful thoughts and insecurities you have, but you're also aware that being with him is something you don't want to be taken away from you. It would be much harder not having him beside you.

With a firm grip on your waist, he whispered the most delicate words of affirmation in your ears, "You're my motivation. You wouldn't get in the way of anything. So please, stay and hold me tight."

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The food baby <3

summary: mha boys react to your beautiful bloated belly <3 includes: Kirishima, Bakugou, and Todoroki masterlist

contains: mention of body shape, swearing (precious bakugou), and insecurity in some parts, reference to death (not a human)

Kiri

he loves u anytime, any day, no matter the circumstance

you had just finished devouring two pizzas together while binge watching your show together

you did get food babies sometimes, but only when you ate big portions, which wasn't that often (mainly on dates bcs this boy makes sure you're happy and healthy)

you became insecure sometimes, but others you would just look in the mirror and love how perfectly round it was <3

Kirishima and you were sitting on his bed, empty pizza boxes on the floor, waiting for what seemed like THE longest commercial break to end.

Your stomach didn't hurt, but you felt the bloating feeling, like you knew you officially had a food baby

Kirishima got up and walked to the bathroom (just pretend the dorms have their own bathrooms) "Holy shit, babe! Look at this, hehe." He chuckled.

You walked into his bathroom to see his shirt held up, with a little belly bump hanging out.

"Shut up!" You smiled and poked his stomach, hard as a rock. (hehe get it)

"Lemme see yours." He touched the bottom of your (his) oversized sweatshirt. You lightly touched his hand and let out an airy laugh.

"What?" He asked, "Does your stomach hurt? I can get you some Tums-"

"Nono, Kiri it doesn't hurt, I just sometimes don't like how my stomach looks after a big meal."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Why? Food babies are adorable! Please?"

You gave in and slowly raised the shirt to reveal your belly.

It wasn't too big, compared to like Thanksgiving Day or Christmas.

He let out a big toothy grin, "It's so cute!" He stood behind you and slinked his arms around your slightly expanded waist.

"Really? I always thought it looked weird." You leaned against him.

"No, are you crazy?" He kissed your head. "You're beautiful, no matter how your body looks, now or ever."

"Thank you." You giggled and lifted his shirt again. "Bro, even your food baby has abs."

Bakugou

no excuses, you cannot feel insecure around him

I mean like he is such a simp for you, it's literally HARD to feel insecure sometimes

But even Dynamite can't stop anxiety sometimes

You just lost your pet, the one you had to leave at home when you moved into the dorms.

The one who got you through grade, middle, and part of your 1st year of high school.

And you had chowed down on some sushi and ice cream, crying and scrolling through your pictures with your late pet (which i don't blame you)

Bakugou had gone out to go grocery shopping (bcs he wanted to surprise you with your fav meal that night)

While scrolling on your phone and emptying the ice cream carton, a text popped up from him

"Hey babe, I'm otw back to the dorms u want me to pick up anything?"

"No, im good thx"

You quickly got up and tried to pull yourself together as much as you could.

You threw away the sushi container and ice cream carton and looked into your full body mirror.

Your tank top and sweatpants outlined your bloated stomach and you turned to the side in disgust

Fluffing your hair, you put on a sweater and laid back down on your bed just as your boyfriend came through your dorm entrance.

"Hey- are you okay y/n? What the hell happened?" You could see the worry on his face.

Putting on a fake smile, you looked at him in his crimson eyes, "Nothing, why?"

"Because your mascara is smeared."

Shit, I thought it was waterproof.

He sat beside you on your bed and wrapped an arm around you.

"P/N died earlier today, and I ate a lot of food and I feel gross."

"Do you feel nauseous?" He asked.

"No."

"Then why do you feel gross?"

"Because of this." You stood up and lifted your sweatshirt to reveal your food baby.

"What?" He geniunely looked confused.

"Do you not see how bloated I am?"

"I mean, I do, but that's why you feel gross? Because of your body's natural reaction to eating? That's fucking ridiculous, you still look hot." You slightly blushed and put your sweatshirt down.

"C'mere." He pulled you into his lap and put his hands on your tummy. "I think it's cute anyway." He kissed your cheek, "How about, we get you some water and have a sleepover in your dorm. In the morning, if you're hungry, I'll make you your favorite breakfast."

"Okay, thank you Katsuki."

Todoroki

he loves food as much as you do, honestly

you both have the occasional big meal together

he doesn't really get food babies but he's seen you with one before, and it didn't bother him at all

if anything, he loved the thought that you were nourished and happy :)

but, you and him just d.e.v.o.u.r.e.d. one of Sato's cakes

sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to finish showering, you continued to sip your bubble tea.

you got up to look at yourself in the mirror, because we can all be narcissistic at some point

and you saw it, quite the food baby staring back at you

"wow wowie wow." you mumbled out loud.

you already had on a big tshirt and sweatpants, but you still felt kinda bad

you just sat back down on Shoto's bed and scrolled on your phone

he came out a few minutes later in boxers and sweatpants, hair still damp

you looked up at him and admired the sight before you

"I'm back, can we cuddle now?" (i love how blunt he is)

"Yeah sure." You put your phone down on the nightstand and waited for him to lie down.

He spooned you and felt your tummy

"Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Your stomach feels hard, do feel sick? Was a quirk accidentally activated on you?" You could hear the true concern in his voice.

"No no no, baby. I'm okay, it's just a food baby." You turned over so you were face to face.

"Oh, that's good." He pecked your nose. "When your bloated it's always so interesting to see how your body looks. It's really cool in a way."

"Oh my God, you are the cutest thing ever, I'm keeping you."

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munsonsduchess · 1 year

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Radar Love

summary: when you have some car trouble you run into the hottest mechanic in hawkins w/c: 1,653 warnings: pet name (princess) a/n: i'm sure i'm not alone in my thirst for car mechanic eddie, i also know nothing about cars so i mostly just pulled all of this out of thin air, well i did see a video about the main issue but the rest is just me making whatever i want up bc i can

if you like this please reblog, leave a comment. even just a keysmash it really helps me out.

(moodboard by me)

It had been your idea to move back home. You’d left after high school and gone to college just how you were supposed to, but it just hadn’t been working out.

When the earthquakes happened it seemed like the right time to leave. To go home. Figure out what you actually wanted to do.

So you told your faculty advisor, your tutors, everyone that you needed some time to go back home and help your parents pick up the pieces. As it turned out you weren't the only one who'd thought the same, you'd run into more old friends and classmates around Hawkins now than you'd ever done before. People who had stayed, people who had left and come back for one reason or another.

It almost felt like Hawkins had some sort of gravitational pull that no matter where you went or what you did Hawkins would always pull you back into its orbit. Like there was something, not natural, going on. It wouldn't be the first time people brought up the strange happenings in town and attributed it to something unnatural. Though people like that were usually seen as nothing more than crackpots and conspiracy theorists, like that guy Murray your dad had told you about who lived outside of town.

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It was strange being back in Hawkins but also as if you'd never left, you'd expected things to have changed somewhat in the year since you'd been gone but apart from some more stores that had closed downtown apparently threatened by the new mall being built outside of town, new since the company that had owned Starcourt went out of business after the fire (something about asbestos was the rumour) but all the money had since been diverted to “help Hawkins heal”, which seemed to be the bullshir campaign the mayor was running on to try and get re elected. According to your dad however, it wasn’t gonna work.

You'd been lost in thought and almost didn't see the boy who ran out into the street in front of your car, you just about had time to slam on the brakes before you added to the Hawkins Death Toll. What was strange however was that instead of coming to a dead stop your car seemed to want to go left towards the curb.

You could see the boy's mother coming out into the street and chastising her son, obviously she'd turned her back for two seconds and the boy had just forgotten all about basic road safety,

"I am so sorry about him, is your car ok? Did you hit the curb?" the woman asked, "Johnny! Apologise to the lady, you probably scared her half to death!"

Johnny didn't seem to understand what he'd done wrong and was instead gawking at his mother with large wet tears forming in his eyes,

"I'm ok, the car probably just needs to go to the shop. It's due for a check up" you told the woman, you had no desire to stick around and wait for Johnny to start crying and screaming. So you bid the woman goodbye and headed off home again. Your car was already full of groceries and you didn't want anything to spoil.

After unloading the car and the groceries you told your Dad about what had happened,

"That's definitely not good, you really should get that checked out. I'll take a look"

"No you will not" your mum warned, brandishing a spatula as a weapon, "you aren't a mechanic and you don't know half as much about cars as you think you do"

"I was just gonna take a look"

"Take it to Randy's on Elm, they'll take a look at it for you" your mum brandished her spatula at your dad again, "if you want something to do then I've got a hundred jobs you could be doing"

You took your mother's advice and left the house again. Watching as your dad slumped back towards the house, he was a man with a lot of opinions. It was true but those opinions didn't always equate to professional knowledge.

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You made it to Randy's without incident and pulled your car up into the forecourt, you couldn't see anyone around and thinking maybe they were in the back or on lunch you headed into the office. The door made a ringing noise as you opened it and you could hear someone calling out from behind the counter,

"Be with ya in just a sec" the male voice called, the voice sounded vaguely familiar and so you wondered if perhaps another old friend was working behind the counter these days.

When a curly headed man popped up from behind the counter you had to dig your keys into the palm of your hand, Eddie Munson looked different than you remembered but he still had the same effect. He had scars on his face and what looked like a ligature mark around his neck, you remembered hearing about the escaped Serial Killer Henry Creel and what he'd done to the kids who'd been his victims and to Eddie but you hadn't expected Eddie to still be in Hawkins,

"How can I help you Princess?" he asked with a slow grin, "having car trouble?"

You swallowed hard and relayed your troubles to Eddie and that you'd been told to come here specifically to get the car checked out,

"Um I don't know what's wrong but I guess it's my brakes?" you said shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, "i don't know anything about cars"

"Well don't you worry Princess that's what we're here for. Why don't you leave the car with me for a couple hours and I'll see what I can do"

You nodded and moved towards the counter to fill in the paperwork Eddie placed on top and handed him your keys. He laughed at the little keychains you'd attached to the main keyring and you felt all the blood rush to your face,

"Um, should I wait here or?"

"It'll take me a little while and I wouldn't want you waiting around for me" Eddie told you, "why don't you go home and i'll call you when we're all set"

You nodded and left the office. How you were going to get home was another question entirely but right now you needed someone to vent your feelings to.

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Twenty minutes later you were sitting in Benny's with your best friend Maria and relaying the whole interaction to her,

"He looks even better than he did in school Maria, how is that fair?"

Maria who'd known all about your crush on Eddie in High School and had listened to you talk about him for hours just laughed,

"Girl you were in college, didn't you find any nice college boys to get over this crush?"

"I thought I did but … ugh" you hit your head lightly off the table, "he was wearing coveralls and he had his hair up, I'm only human!"

Maria just shook her head at you and stole another one of your fries. She knew there was nothing she could say or do in this situation, you just needed to get it out,

"Would it be entirely unethical to just ruin my car if it means he'll be the one fixing it?" you asked from your spot on the table, "like I'm sure I could find something in the library that would tell me which parts i could pull out to make it still run but need looking over"

Maria opened her mouth but then cut herself off with a grin, she had spotted a familiar mass of curly hair not too far away from where you were currently lamenting,

"I think maybe that's a little extreme babe" she said, "eat your burger, we'll go get your car when we're done. I'll be your emotional support"

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Maria was true to her word and she drove both of you back to Randy's to pick up your car, or at least to see if it was ready,

"Well well what have we got here. Miss me that much Princess?" Eddie's voice rang out across the forecourt as he came into view again. His coveralls were tied at his waist and there was what you assumed to be engine oil on his white t-shirt, arms and a smear across his face. You could tell he'd built some more muscle since high school, probably from working in the Garage and his arms were much more toned than you remembered,

"Is the car ready?" Maria asked, since apparently you had lost the ability to speak,

"Yeah she's ready to go. Why don't you come in the office with me Princess and we'll get this all squared away?"

You nodded dumbly and followed Eddie into the office, he jumped the counter and fumbled around looking for the right paperwork. You could see Maria outside giving you an encouraging smile and thumbs up,

"Um, what do I owe you?" you finally found your voice as Eddie turned back around, you'd brought your Dad's credit card with you knowing you wouldn't have enough to pay for this outright,

"How about we call it $150 and a date?" Eddie grinned at you again, "and you promise you won't ruin the poor car just to see little old me?"

"Oh my god you heard that?" you wanted nothing more but the ground to open up and swallow you whole, "i'm so sorry"

"What's to be sorry about?" Eddie laughed, "it just gave me the little push the guys said I needed to ask you out. So what do you say?"

"Absolutely. Yes"

Eddie made a little fist pumping motion and you couldn't help but laugh. Turns out you wouldn't need to ruin your car for a date with the hot mechanic after all.

Maybe coming back to Hawkins was the best thing you'd ever done.

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