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pleasehelpmeimfying · 17 days

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Fucking him silly was probably the best decision you ever made. The way he’s latching to the sheets, desperate for some self control. His hips being forced to meet your pelvis over and over again. How deep you ran into him is unbelievable, honestly.

It was all his fault! He kept giving you a stank attitude.. it was so disappointing :( you taught him better than to act like some kind of brat!!

{𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 (?), 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐠𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝), 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠.

——————————————𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

As perfect as he was, there were times when this Obedient Adeptus acted like a total brat. Giving you nasty attitude from across the room with that 100 yard stare. It was.. a unique experience.

You were just talking to some of your closest friends! Giving them random ass advice, a hug or two. Nothing serious at all‼️ but that damn Adeptus took it all the wrong way. So, when they left.. you confronted the little shit and dealt with the “problem”.

“𝐖-𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭! <𝐘/𝐍>!.. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐇𝐡𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐡 ❤︎︎ 𝐍-𝐍𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐦𝐦!“

Xiao was pleading for something you really couldn’t understand. Probably because you had him in the mating press. Both of your legs tangled, balls deep inside his tight hole. You slammed up and down as he tried to fight the moans slipping through his pretty little throat.

“𝐌’𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲! 𝐍𝐞-.. 𝐍𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡!! 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚-𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.. 𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐧 ❤︎︎“

As you already had your lover in the most vulnerable position, you decided to give him just a bit more.. So why not jerk him off??

He felt your warm hand grip his hard on, confused on why you would touch him in such a position. His mind was slowly turning into mush as your dick kept drilling in his warm walls. Head being thrown back as his mouth opened only to be greeted by his tongue hanging out like some kind of whore. The way you kept overloading him with diffrent sensations were killing him. Moans after moans were ripped out of him, as his toes curled and tears fell.. he cummed violently, getting it all over his face and shoulders as you continued to fuck the living daylights out of him.

“𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲..! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭-𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.. 𝐈𝐦 𝐜-𝐜𝐔𝐌-𝐍𝐠𝐡𝐡 𝐦𝐦𝐩𝐠𝐡! ❤︎︎“

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

This motherfucker.. Always bitching and moaning whenever your out. In the store he’s cussing you out on how you got the wrong type of “BiTtEr tEA.” At the library giving you the death glare as you accidentally drop a book and it made a little thud. Crying to you how you apparently don’t love him anymore. The list could go on and on..

Currently, scaramouche was handcuffed and blindfolded to the bed Stand. A vibrator up his ass and one on the tip of his dick. To top it all off, he was wearing a cock ring ☆! Preventing him from letting his load out. This punishment was going on for half an hour. Tears were falling on the sides of his pretty lil face as his body twitched.

He didn’t know you were still in the room. Thinking that you left to go do something.. more important. He was so fucking wrong it was sad. Slowly you crept on the side of the bed, gently tracing your finger across his abdomen.

“..𝐦𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐧𝐠𝐡... 𝐓𝐨.. 𝐓-𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!.. <𝐘/𝐍> 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞- 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞....“

Begging and crying to stop this pleasurable nightmare yet you didn’t hear a single, “Sorry”. Looked like the little beast didn’t know how to apologize! That’s okay, you can teach him <333

So you maxed out the vibrators, and nipped his whole body as he cried. Shaking and sweating.. it’s okay, you can teach him to be more.. Kind.

“𝐍𝐌𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐇?!.. 𝐍𝐨- 𝐧𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐦𝐦𝐧𝐍𝐌𝐠𝐡! 𝐧𝐨- 𝐧-𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞! 𝐌’𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐡𝐠𝐡𝐧! 𝐅-𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠-.. 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡!!“

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𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

Known for his stoic attitude and large reputation for alchemy, Albedo would’ve been continuing his research. Ironically he’s on his desk, papers and test tubes scattered everywhere as the cold nipped at his artificial skin. Rosy cheeks and small tears blessed his face as you kept fucking him so well!

Albedo wasn’t even trying to keep quiet. He genuinely didn’t care if anyone heard him. There in the middle of dragonspine, who in the right mind would come this far? Alas, he quickly focused on you once more. Your dick pounding into him so good was like a dream come true.

So why were you being so harsh for?.. oh that’s right. He kept cutting your friends off whenever they choose to speak, he kept tugging your arm away from them too. Just normal needy Beast behavior.

“𝐅-𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤!.. <𝐘/𝐍>.. 𝐎𝐡𝐡! 𝐌𝐦𝐩𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡.. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫!!“

You kept hitting that spongy spot buried deep inside him, making his legs tremble and his clenched on your cock more frequently. His hole swollen from you stretching it. Giving him no break to recover from his organism! That was mean and you knew it too. But did you care?

No, No you did not. Soooo.. you leaned down, grabbed a fistful of his hair and stopped moving. You decided it was his turn to do the work. To go in and out if he wanted to complain so much.

“𝐰𝐡𝐲’𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩? 𝐖𝐡𝐲’𝐝.. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨! 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐀𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐌𝐏𝐇♡︎ 𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐡𝐇𝐡𝐡♥︎“

Maybe next time he wouldn’t be so bitchy.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 9 months

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Psssst, it's me, J, I may have a wonderful little request, but may I offer

Leona x ray of sunshine nonbinary reader, with top Leona trying to corrupt the reader with any kink of your choosing?

Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much I adore corruption~ This one may be a bit longer, but nonetheless, please enjoy~

Title: A King's Corruption

Characters: Top!Leona x Bottom!Enby!Reader

Contains: corruption, rough sex, choking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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"Hey...I wanna try something new."

Leona gazed down at you from his hovered position, arms resting on either side of your head. His expression was serious but laced with hesitance. You two were in Leona's bed together, his large blanket over the both of you as if to cover the devil's dance when he asked his question.

"Oh Leona, of course! You know I don't mind trying new things with you." You softly smiled, gently caressing his face to further reassure the beastman. "What is it?"

"Well...it's a couple things but...first. I was wondering if...I could go rougher tonight."

He was always gentle with you. Despite his demeanor, he always played with you like you were fragile, and you didn't mind it. You adored how soft he could be, how careful yet filling he felt when thrusting into you. Though you had to admit, you felt as if something could be done to spice that up, you were just unsure of how to bring it up.

Though this didn't mean you were without hesitation. "Well...rougher how?"

"I'm...not sure? I just...I want to use my hands a bit more, move harder..."

In all honesty, you weren't sure how you would feel about this, but instead of shutting him down, you replied, "Let's try tonight. Nothing crazy, but you can use your hands a bit more, okay?"

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Leona carefully thrusted into you, his speed his typical, gentle pace, though this time he had your wrists pinned with his hands, the tips of his claws pressing ever so carefully into your skin. The air was full of sound, moans and gentle skin slapping.

"L-Leona~"

You had to admit, being pinned like this was quite blissful. Despite his gentle movements, you felt at his mercy, and it was quite exciting to feel. This was definitely more than okay with you now, considering just how incredible it felt under his hands.

Then, without thinking, you uttered, "H-Harder...~"

Leona's thrusts sputtered before stalling, as if he had to reach deep within himself to keep control. "A-Are you sure?"

You nodded with a hum, more than certain.

Though you consented, Leona was still careful as his roughness increased, yet that small bit was enough to pitch your moans, your head digging into the pillow. Who knew such little changes would feel so pleasant?

"F-Fuck~! L-Leona~!"

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Whenever you two were together in bed, a little bit would always be added at your approval. At one point, Leona had brought up the other thing he wanted to do, which was choking. Now that one you were hesitant on, but after your trial sessions similar to the roughness tests, you found that it was just as exhilerating. Throughout it all, you had wondered why you never brought it up before, or rather why you couldn't, but you were always greatful that Leona did so, saving you the trouble.

It wasn't until one night, after many many nights of boundary testing, you two were once again in Leona's bed. He was moving at a pace and roughness that would make demons blush. His hands clutched at the bedsheets beside your head, growling and panting as he fucked your hole with wild abandon. The way you screamed his name had urged him on so much that he was practically feral.

"L-Leona~! S-So good~ S-So fucking good~!"

Though one thing he wasn't expecting just yet was for you to grip at his wrist, startling him to let go of the sheets as you directed his hand over to your neck, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

His heart throbbed with desire, his cock twitching inside of you as he gripped the sides of your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your head as it gave you a blissful, fucked out expression. This was what he wanted to see. That sweet face he saw everyday, that sunshine-like, sweet person, reduced to a cock hungry mess.

Leona released your throat, giving you a moment's rest before gripping once more, slightly tighter. He gave a breathy, gravely chuckle as he watched you squirm below him with pitching moans.

"Y-You're doing so good for me~ Now...l-let's get you to cum like this~"

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #twisted wonderland #bottom male reader #x enby reader #x nb reader #x nonbinary reader #nonbinary reader #leona x y/n #leona x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland leona #leona twst #leona twisted wonderland #choking #rough kink #corruption kink

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in-act-ive · 10 months

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Carl Grimes x NB/GN!exhausted!reader

Request : nope

Type : headcanons

A / N : I personally am a exhausted human being and Carl is very high energy and i need some serotonin! So take some fluff. I was unironically exhausted while writing the majority of these

Carl is very much a morning person while you on the other hand would much rather stay in bed than get up

This contrasts when you're up late at night and Carl just wants to sleep but also wants to make sure you get to bed on time

Carl isn't soley dependent on physical touch but he does like it

He especially likes to lay his head on your chest or lap while you stay up late so he can sleep but still be near you

He especially likes holding hands with you, his favorite his running his thumb over the back of your hand

Carl loves when you're especially exhausted cause you just seem to melt into him and hold him down

Rick and Daryl are tired of the excuse of "they fell asleep on me" being used to get out of work

When you two are out and about there is a clear difference, he has a small bounce when he runs or walks while you seem to be the only thing keeping him from running off like the puppy he is

Carl is very protective of you for some reason

You can defend yourself, he knows it

But he still feels the need to protect you like theres no tomorrow

He blames it on the ' Grimes Family curse '* but you just roll your eyes at him and tell him your fine

One of his favorite things is when you fall asleep sitting up with your head laying back

He'll take his hat off and set it over your eyes

Carl finds it hilarious when you come up behind him and set your head against his neck / back or you put your head on his shoulder just to sleep

He'll make sure not to move unless he starts to fall

Most days when he's just sitting around he'll let you lay on him

He especially loves ot when you curl up in his lap and you push your face into his neck to shield your eyes from the sun

He's definitely the golden retriever while your the black cat

He is really tough when you're around other people like always

He's been through a lot and you let him ramble to you and you listen, never falling asleep

It annoys the hell out of you that he doesn't give you a lot of attention when your out in public cause he wants to look cool

When you two are alone and you fall asleep on him he'll put his hand on your thigh or wrap his arm around your shoulders

He really just wants you to sleep and sleep well so he can spend more time with you even if you're still exhausted

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

#the walking dead x male reader #the walking dead x reader #x nonbinary reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x male reader

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fauustic · 11 months

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aa hello!! could I request a miguel x enby reader in any way??

the genre really doesn't matter but maybe a little fluff?

for an idea i was thinking the reader works as a florist and miguel knows them meeting them as spiderman. he begins taking a liking to them so he comes to the shop often getting flowers or small bouquets, but each flower means love or care, or notice me? (I'm thinking it would be really adorable if he just, late night studied floriagraphy for them) in the flower language, and they start taking notice to it, and eventually ask him?? idk this is silly but if you wanna write it!!

I hope you have a lovely day!!

(( stares at the miguel gifs i've used so far with a longing gaze... i only have so many left ..

i really hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for your request! it was super sweet. ))

nonbinary reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

fluff. like pure fluff. its literally just miguel pining after a little silly florist.

warnings: literally none except the use of some language. possible use of incorrect spanish because i'm learning so i have help of a translator in some parts :) let me know if i can fix anything!

word count: 3742

The smell of all kinds of flowers flooded your senses as the floral shop's door opened with a little chime, a beautiful melody that brightens every beginning of your shift. The shop that has become the core of your life was nothing too fancy, hidden away in a cozy little alleyway accompanied by a coffee shop and another restaurant– a safe space along the bustling city.

Your identity wasn’t something that you mentioned often, but with the support of your coworkers you couldn’t help but express yourself easier. Being able to incorporate outfits of all kinds in your daily life without much more than a stare, some days you’d adorn a long skirt and a tank top, finished off with a floral-patterned apron to keep yourself tidy. Other days, you didn’t exactly confine yourself with a particular style because you were just you. As free and as happy as ever.

That was one of the many things you loved about the city you found yourself in. The growth and ability to thrive in Nueva York was a symbol of diversity, no matter who you were or where you had come from. It was different back home, so the newfound independence pushed you to be more talkative and approachable because you didn’t need to worry about others' thoughts. Labels and identities were celebrated in the cultures you intertwined with.

So when you found out you aligned with the embodiment of being nonbinary, you snatched it up like a piece of treasure and hadn’t looked back at who you were once before.

The love you had for flowers was immeasurable, somehow finding ways to include floral in your outfits no matter what you were wearing. A lovely white magnolia, fresh and healthy, found shelter in the secure pocket of your apron. Another flower was tucked upon the sunhat you adorned, a light pink peony settled right within the ribbon.

The alley your store took home in held a usual quiet atmosphere soothed by the comforting ambience of bird chirping due to housing a small little section for trees scattered about the alleyway. It reminded you of where your love for nature first began. Yet as you misted a bundle of Irises blooming upon a full window-sill, doused in a beautiful sunny haze, the tranquillity washing over you was unfortunately interrupted when a cat bumped against the shop’s window closest to you. It was loud, shaking the Irisies you just tended to.

Jumping from the sudden chaos happening outside your floristry, you couldn’t help but rush out the door with the watering pot still in hand. Did you need to get involved? You couldn't help but wonder to yourself when you noticed the little feline looked as if it was running away from something, but before you could intervene the answer dived past you on all fours, claw marks left in its wake. The figure, you have recognized from the news, was the talk of the city– broadcasts nicknaming the hero “Spiderman.” But what was he doing trying to grab one little kitty with the intensity of a predator? Surely Nueva York had more crime than that.

Entertaining the idea of watching such a well-respected hero having difficulty catching a feline, you played it off as if you were watering the flowers that decorate your shop– but in reality you just wanted to have a good laugh at seeing the man who has made criminals beg on their knees for forgiveness speak to the cat in desperation.

Funnily enough, the cat did climb one of the many large trees planted around your shop, and even if it was a bit hard to hear from the distance, this Spiderman guy wouldn’t stop trying to call for it to come down.

“Come ‘ere, gatito.” He shouted towards the cat at the tree’s base, his claws digging into the bark as if he was contemplating scaling the tree himself. “If I don’t bring you back with me, you will have to give up treats for the rest of your life. You don’t want that, do you?” His next step was to “psspspssp,” which just came out as a weird hiss. The cat only hissed back, which only fueled his discontentment even more. Without another moment to spare, Spiderman scaled the tree in two leaps, plucking the cat from the branches with a cautious hold. When he landed on the ground, he caught you staring a little too hard.

But the scene was just too hilarious, having to stifle a hearty giggle with the back of your hand as you noticed he was walking straight towards your shop. But luck wasn’t on your side today, as he stood right behind you. The window mirrored how he was holding the cat the same way as before, held like a little baby with its arms reaching out to you. You only laughed harder, crumbling to your knees as water splashed at your boots from the watering can. He didn’t dare to utter another word, obviously finding amusement in your little laughing fit over something so stupid.

“Did you get it out of your system, jardinero?” It was no doubt he was smirking under his mouth as he loomed over your laughing form. A ruffled meow followed his question, which only made you double down on your giggles. “Oh my god– I can’t breathe. Holy shit–” You cried out, rolling on the side to only have a flurry of Wisterias cloud your vision.

“Who knew the biggest baddest hero that Nueva has, could barely even catch a little animal?” You cackled into the air, which instantly made him defensive.

“I did not have a difficult time with this little pest, he’s as agile as a Roomba.” His tone was flat, if not a bit irritated. If you didn’t notice the soft chuckles escaping him softly, you would have thought he was genuinely bothered. Spiderman scooped up the cat in a more comfortable position, belly facing the both of you as the cat’s back lied against his arms. “Lo que sea–” He muttered through his mask, shaking his head in disbelief. After a short pause, it's clear he had nothing else left to say. “That’s enough entertainment for you today.” It was clear he was done once he spun on his heel, cat in arms and not even sparing a wave.

Something overcame you, as you called out to him. Maybe you were just as stricken as all his other fans, but as he paused with an awaited glance– you rushed through the waves of color in your floral shop before stopping to a bundle of crimson petals. Plucking a single bloom, you rushed out your store in a flustered mess so he wouldn’t have to wait long.

There wasn’t much to his suit, so there was no way you could easily position it in a way the flower couldn’t fall. So you just settled with putting it against the cat’s ear, the feline wearing it without a care.

You sighed, smoothing out your apron in nervous relief. This was an eventful start to your day, to say the very least. But Spiderman didn’t move from where he moved despite being eager to leave just a moment ago. Instead, his attention was fixated at the bloom in his grasp.

“It’s an Amaryllis. Truly a beautiful one, right?” Your tone shifted, excitement lacing your voice at the opportunity to explain a flower to a stranger– let alone someone that is apparently a huge deal.

“... What does it mean?” When your attention snapped to his masked face, you weren’t able to distinguish his wonderstruck expression. You gladly took the chance to ramble about what you knew about the flower, and explain the exact reason why you chose it.

“Amaryllis have multiple kinds of meanings you see– every flower does– but they’ve always been a symbol of hard-earned success due to its representation of determination and pride. I thought it was fitting because I was able to watch you in action, and you deserve a reward for your civic duties.” You couldn’t help but include some form of humor in your sprinkles of a compliment, but the truth was there. No matter what he had to do under the mask, he deserved to be reminded that his successful missions help so many people. It may have not been your cat, but you were happy that someone will now return back home to their fluffy companion. “And the scarlet coloring of its petals kinda matches your suit, so in a way it kind of reminds me of you.” The masked man in front of you was completely silent, until the gloved hand meeting his shoulder shook him from his daze. “Good work, Spiderman. Can’t wait what next animal you’re going to save,” The spell you unknowingly put him under was slapped away in an instant at the little jab.

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips before he could turn away, which only encouraged your teasing more. He waved behind his back, keeping his focus on what’s in front of him. “What will it be, a giraffe? Maybe a walrus–” Spiderman was gone by the time you sputtered the second animal, leaping away with an iron grip on the feline to a nearby building rooftop.

“What about something cool like a whale shark? Now that’d be something to read online..” You mumbled to yourself, brushing off your apron one last time before clutching your trusty watering pail and beginning your duties for the day.

Which is how Miguel O’Hara found himself hunched over his computer, staring at a gallery full of vibrant botany with a sigh. He couldn’t express it under the mask– he had a purpose to not allow any sign of weakness when the suit is on, but he was absolutely smitten by you over some stupid mishap on his end and a nervous, endearing ramble about your knowledge of flowers. The nightlife seeped into the windows of his home, neon lights reflecting off the walls. It was late, but Miguel was determined to shove some kind of information down his brain to make him not look like a complete fool when he arrived at the floral shop again. He was a chemist, for god’s sake– botany wasn’t too far off, was it?

He was just so enthralled with you, the way your eyes lit up ever so slightly at the opportunity of ranting about your favorite thing. The scent of fresh flowers entering his senses through the slightly cracked door of the floristry– it was a place he wanted to spend all his freetime in. Having been surrounded by the burning smell of chemicals and the pollution of such a technologically advanced city, Miguel craved to surround himself with so much nature. Or maybe, secretly, he just yearned to have a space of his own that was hidden away from the evils of Nueva York.

It took him a little while to finally work up the courage to stroll in, not having the mask around his head while he met someone as Spiderman always gave him a weird feeling. But he pushed that aside, chanting the knowledge that he crammed in his memory so he wouldn’t stupidly ask for a bundle of flowers that probably didn’t even exist.

Stepping foot in the floral shop for the first time was like a big breath of fresh air, his muscles relaxing ever so slightly at the influx of sweet scents. It reminded him of you, the same smell of blossoms clinging onto you even after you walked through the alleyway to give him that Amaryllis. He still kept onto it, dried against the confinement of his wallet.

Miguel was going to start browsing even though he already knew what he wanted simply because he wanted to know this place inside and out– it was a part of you after all. But he didn’t go very long unnoticed, your voice making him well-aware of that.

“Hey, welcome to Nueva’s most diverse little flower nursery! Happy to see a new face, if there’s anything I can do for you just let me know!” Your voice came from the back of the store, yet you peeked out and was able to study him from afar. He tried his best to be stoic, nodding in understanding before quickly averting his gaze to the waves of flowers you clearly took very good care of.

Miguel, when faced with attraction to another, struggled deeply with bringing it into words. It didn’t exactly help his case when you haven’t met him outside of being Spiderman, so he devised a subtle plan to get closer to you. He wasn’t religious, but he still prayed that you would pay attention to his little requests and specific choosing of flowers.

And you did, of course you did. Your attentiveness squeezed his heart with a grasp he’s never felt before. After transforming into the Spiderman 2099 he’s come to accept, Miguel just couldn’t bring himself to fall for another. But when it came to you, and your silly little knowledge about flowers and the way he watched you tend to each and every one of them with the same amount of tenderness, the sweetness in your touch made him fall even harder. He imagined your hands grasping his own, as if he was as fragile as a flower. The idea made him flustered.

“A bouquet of red tulips and camellia, please.” He found himself asking you, his index, middle, and ring finger drumming along your counter in a soft rhythm. You were caught by his words almost instantaneously, a certain look in your eyes that even he couldn’t decipher. A knowing smirk erupted on your features, not being able to help yourself at teasing this new customer. “That’s so cute, you found yourself a soulmate?” Miguel choked at the proposal, the question rolling off your tongue in a singsong as you began skipping along the shop you owned.

The gracefulness you had in every step distracted him, plucking every sense of dignity he had as if he was a flower getting its own petals plucked by your graze. “Only a flower connoisseur would know the meanings behind such simple flowers. It’s what makes them interesting, but I suppose the mix of bright crimson intermingled with a calming purple brings a sort of intensity most people don’t get.” You unknowingly held the bouquet to your heart, a smile blessing your lips. “Camellias are standard flowers that convey longing, mostly a yearning for one out of reach. While a red tulip is a promise, the subtle intention of trying to tell another that you want to spend the rest of your life with the recipient. It’s a big commitment to use such flowers for a bouquet, hopefully you know what you’re getting into.” You wrapped it without a second thought, framed with a sweet soft yellow.

The cashier popped open as he paid.

“I do,” Miguel peered into your gaze, “I know exactly what I’m gettin’ into, mi sol.” He couldn’t help but utter, scooping the bouquet from your stunned response with a cheeky smile.

“W-What’s your name..?” Your composure lost, you demanded an answer as your finger twirled around an Amaryllis. You had kept one close by since your run-in with Spiderman, your thoughts never swaying from the masked hero until now. The stranger now seemed so familiar, but you couldn’t bring yourself to blurt out anything stupid.

Breathing in the bouquet he picked out, his shoulders sagged just a bit in relief. “Miguel,” He picked up a red tulip, the darkest hue in the bunch, and gently placed it right beyond your ear. “Miguel O’Hara.” His gaze flickered from your name tag and the flower he placed upon your curls, a satisfied quirk of his lips dashing his features. He sounded your name out like a blessing, and the two of you shared a stare that almost knocked you down.

As he left the floral shop, with the little chime of the door signalling his exit, Miguel had waved behind his back with his other hand keeping the bouquet close to his chest. It reminded you how the masked man occupying your thoughts gave you the same gesture in goodbye, and you couldn’t help but pry the red tulip he placed upon you with delicate hands.

Bringing it to your nose, suddenly red tulips smelled a lot more honey-like.

The two of you found each other in this routine for weeks now. Neither of you could break, he’d walk into the floral shop and continuously order different kinds of bouquets– sets of flowers that practically screamed, “love me back, you’re all I think about, notice me my dear.” Pink roses hugged by Peruvian and Stargazer lilies, the next week would be more simple– a pair of red roses intertwined with fresh caspia.

His voice was distinct, over the many years you’ve operated this little floral shop hidden away, the only two times you’ve heard the little rambles of his and the light accent within his tone was of course from him, but you kept help but think you’ve heard him somewhere else too. It made you nervous thinking about it, was it truly stupid to think he may be Spiderman? Over just one simple interaction with the masked hero and all of a sudden a person with a similar voice and mannerisms begins parading around your store and buying the most mushy, cliche bundles of floral you’ve ever seen? At this point, Miguel has helped generate an amount of revenue you haven’t seen in months.

By the time his next visit came into fruition, you couldn’t help the question that has loomed over your consciousness for the last week.

“Do.. do you-” You stumbled over your words clumsily, picking at the new floral he’s offered this time. Red roses surrounded by pink, finished off with a row of calla lilies. A beautiful balance of red, pink, and white. “Miguel, what are you trying to say with these bouquets?” You breathed out heavily, the nervousness of speaking about something weighing on you to someone you’ve found yourself attached to crashed against your usual calm and teasing attitude. You were out of your element.

Miguel’s eyes widened at the sudden question, which he averted from your gaze almost immediately.

Your mind was working a million miles a minute, and as you were trying to get the questions out as fast as possible you stumbled over your words like how you usually do, which in any other situation Miguel would cackle as you burn into the ground in a flustered mess.

“Are you into Spiderman?” You yelled into the empty floral shop, placing your hands down upon the counter in accusation with a thud. A moment of silence hung over the two, bouquet still in your grasp like it's glued to you.

“Am I- what-” Miguel’s jaw practically fell open, in which his fangs were finally on clear display to you. You only could point, stuttering in an embarrassed flurry of limbs as you tried your best to explain yourself.

“That’s not–” You mumbled as his gaze only widened more, not believing the question he just heard. “I meant are you like–” The silence on Miguel’s end wasn’t making this situation any better. “Are you into me?” You blurted out again, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Like– are you sure you’re into me? Like I didn’t know you would like me like that because I know I express myself a bit differently but–”

Miguel cut yourself off with his hands grasping yours, the bouquet now shared between the two of you. “I-” He sighed, casting his gaze downwards before facing you with a look of determination. As you spent time with Miguel, you came to understand that he never was good at talking about himself. Everything clicked into place as he nodded slowly, not a hint of doubt in his silent confession.

“I thought you’d notice sooner or later,” He huffed, dragging his thumbs against the skin of both of your hands. “Since the moment I saw you with an ungrateful gatito crowding my arms, I can’t lie that you piqued an interest I didn’t know I could feel.” Miguel sighed, leaning forward to lean against the counter opposite of you. “Who you are, how you express yourself– that's why I became so drawn to you, cariño.”

Now your jaw was the one to drop, before dropping your head to the counter the two of you shared in exasperation. “Oh my god! I knew it, I literally knew it. But I didn’t want to seem like some crazy person, you know? But I was right, what the fuck.” He couldn’t but laugh, which earned a warmth spread throughout your chest. Miguel only let out a chuckle and it had your insides twisting as if you were on a rollercoaster.

“You are too much, mi sol.”

“I wasn’t the one buying flowers to subtly tell someone I have a massive crush on them!”

Miguel frowned for only a moment, before leaning in just a bit closer. “Since I put in so much work to flaunt my love for you, do I earn a kiss?”

You rolled your eyes, before practically melting into his touch upon your jaw. Miguel met your lips and it almost felt like rain after a long drought. You didn’t know you wanted to kiss him so badly until his mouth was already on yours, his other hand trailing up the sleeves of your shirt and pulling your floral apron closer to him.

When the two of you separated after becoming putty in one another’s grasp, Miguel mumbled right upon your lips, breath fanning the blush you felt;

“May I please visit you still, mi corazón? I wouldn’t know what to do without coming here, swallowed by your scent and surrounded by what you love the most.”

You only laughed, nodding against his hand upon your cheek. It soon became a nuzzle, relaxing against his touch like the cat he saved when you first met him.

“Don’t start asking stupid questions, you know you’re more than welcome to come find me wherever I may end up at.” Miguel smiled, full of teeth and unapologetically showing his fangs.

The two of you intertwined like bonded stems, peppering kisses on one another until the door chimed once again.

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Camp Hawkins AU Pt. 2

pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N.

The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.

Summary Overall: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Pt. 2 Summary: You've been avoiding Steve ever since you caught him and and Nancy making out at the Lake. Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever. While helping him clean up after a messy s'more night, he approaches you.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List Part 1 Stranger Things Masterlist

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It's been two weeks.

I've done my best to avoid Steve and Nancy as much as possible, which is proving to be a very hard thing to do.

Morning meetings are the worst. Every morning at 5 am, the counselors are expected to meet at the dining hall for a brief run down of the day. Usually everyone is still in their PJ's, hoping the meeting will be short enough for everyone to catch a few more minutes of sleep before the kids get up.

The mornings are usually pretty cold. Almost everyone shows up in some sort of jacket or sweat shirt. Not Steve. Every morning he comes dressed in a nice fitting T, perfectly showing off his arms.

Stop staring at Steve.

Stupid crush. Stupid fucking crush.

I force myself to look away from Steve. Instead of his usual spot by Nancy, he's decided to take a seat next to Robin and Vickie, one of the other camp cooks.

" If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on Harrington. " Eddie's voice is teasing but quiet.

I snap my head towards him. " Do not. " I state sternly, fear running through my veins. He can't find out.

Eddie chuckles. " You sure do stare a lot for someone without a crush. " Eddie's elbows rest comfortably against the table. His legs are sprawled out, not bothering how much room they take up. His hair is tossed up into a sleepy bun, a rare sight for the man who always has his hair down. " Don't worry, I won't tell. " He raises a finger to his lips, indicating my secret is safe with him. He winks, sending a flurry of embarrassment running through me.

I've never liked Eddie like that, but he sure does know how to fluster someone.

" I don't like him. " I insist. " So you don't have anything to keep secret. "

Eddie nods mockingly. " That's not what Henderson told me...but if you insist..." He holds his hands up in surrender.

I let out a small groan. Of course Dustin blabbed to Eddie. Dustin tells Eddie everything. Nothing even happened, I don't understand why Dustin spinned it to sound like we made out.

" Is everything alright over there? " Hopper asks, looking over at me and Eddie. " Are you feeling alright? "

" Yeah, perfectly fine. Just a little headache. " I lie.

" Well, if you're alright, we'll get back to today's agenda..."

My eyes scan across the table. Across the way, Steve's eyes meet mine. On his face is a small look of...confusion?

This is going to be a tough morning.

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The loud chatter of happy campers slowly fades away as the large oak dining hall doors close. Soon, Steve and I are left alone in the echoing room.

I begin picking up various chocolate wrappers on the floor the tables. They'd somehow managed to completely trash the dining hall in a single hour.

" So..." Steve begins, cutting through the silence. " are you and Eddie...a thing? " He asks calmly, glancing over at me from the table he's wiping down.

I let out a small laugh. " Me and Eddie? No. No way. He's...not my type. " The constant smell of weed is headache inducing. Frankly, it's confusing how Hopper hasn't fired him for drugs. He doesn't sell to kids but that definitely doesn't mean he doesn't sell to other of age counselors.

Plus he's not really into relationships. He's more of a hit it and quit it type.

" What is your type? " Steve asks. I feel his gaze on me as I start scrubbing one of the tables with a wet rag.

" Not Eddie, that's for sure. " I scrub a little harder at a hardened drop of melted marshmallow. " I like guys who...I don't know, like the same things as me. Why do you ask? " I don't understand why he gives a shit about my love life.

Steve shrugs, his gaze finally moving away. " I saw you and him this morning and I thought maybe you were dating or something. It's stupid, it doesn't matter. "

" Still single. " I mumble.

A thick silence settles in the room. Once again, Steve is the one to break it.

" Are you mad at me? " His voice is soft, like he's worried or something.

I look over at the brunette. " No. " I reply honestly. " Why would you think that? "

We both pause where we are, instead occupying ourselves by looking at each other. We're both trying to read each other.

Steve shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. " You just seem...distant. I don't know, ever since you caught Nance and I at the lake we don't talk anymore. Did I do something? "

I shake my head. " You...you didn't do anything. "

" Then why are you avoiding me? "

If I tell him he'll probably get weirded out. I mean, how awkward is it to be around someone who has a massive crush on you when you don't reciprocate the feeling?

But it might help me get over him if he stops actively trying to talk to me.

I'm going to do it. I need to. Fuck, but what about Nancy?

Fuck Nancy. I need to get over this man. This handsome, kind man.

" I have a crush on you, okay? " I blurt out. " It's stupid, I know. You're with Nancy, I understand that. "

His eyes widen in surprise. " What? "

" I don't want to make things awkward. I'm trying to get over you, that's why I'm avoiding you. Fuck, can you please just stop asking questions now? You got your answer. "

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. I did it. I told him.

" I like you to. " Steve pushes himself away from the table he's leaned against. He walks towards me.

My eyes go wide. " What? "

He's joking. Right? He has to be joking.

No this has to be a dream, some weird fucking dream. In no universe would Steve Fucking Harrington like me back.

" I like you too. " Steve finally makes it to me. He stands a close, leaving only a few inches of space between us. His eyes stare into mine, a small smile resting on his lips. " I have liked you for the past couple of years. "

I shake my head, stepping back to put some distance between us. " You're with Nancy. You can't like me. That's fucked up. I don't want to be a homewrecker-I can't be. You-you and Nancy are good together. "

Steve shakes his head. " We're not together, Y/N. I broke up with her. For good this time. " He sighs, running a hand through his hair. " Just because we're good together doesn't mean we're meant to be together. "

I'm the reason they broke up. Robin was right. I'm the fucking worst. Who ruins a relationship? I mean, I didn't know I was ruining it, but Steve's crush on me ruined everything for them. Nancy probably hates me.

" Nancy has known about my crush for a while. " Steve admits nervously. " That's why we've broken up so much. I-no matter what I do I can't get you out of my fucking head. " He lets out a frustrated sigh. " Your smile, your eyes, fuck it's all I see at night. I sound insane, I know, but I don't know what to do. I can't just be in a relationship with someone else when all I think about is you. "

I continue to create space between us. " So I'm the reason you guys broke up? " Guilt begins to build up in my stomach.

" No! " Steve shakes his head. " You-you didn't do anything. There were plenty of other problems involved with our break up. This wasn't your fault. Honestly, this has been building up for years. Even if I didn't have a crush on you, Nancy and I probably would've split for good anyways. "

I still feel horrible. Like I contributed to their break up.

" Please, Y/N. You have to believe me. This wasn't your fault. "

I search Steve's eyes for any sign of lying. His expression is desperate, like he's scared I'm going to leave.

I stop.

Relief floods Steve's face.

" You really like me? " I ask quietly, scared he's going to laugh and make fun of me for believing him. He did have a mean streak in high school. I thought he grew out of it though.

" I swear on my life, I like you. " Steve's expression is sincere. " I like you so much sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode. "

I smile at the man. I never would have imagined this would happen. " I like you too. "

Steve begins to walk towards me again. This time, I don't run away. Once he's a few inches from me, he gently takes my hand. " Will you go on date with me, Y/N. "

" I would love to, Steve. "

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eros-devil · 4 months

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A Fall From Heaven...

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📎Il Dottore x gn reader 📎omegaverse 📎fluff fic 📎a bad quality fic (again I apologise if it not good) 📎DO NOT REPOST, STEAL, EDIT OR TRANSLATE MY WORK 📎Out of character Dottore bc we all know this doesn't sound like him but since I'm the writer I can mess with his personalityas I wish

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Who would have thought that the 2nd Fatui Harbinger would fall in love? Heck even no one ever believe that Beta would pull an Omega such as y/n The man is only interested in kanraih's machines and his personality is… uhhh… not the best which make it odd with how you are genuinely kind and a total sweetheart Plus ever since you arrive with Dottore things being going smoothly and he isn't killing anyone who messed up so no one bother to question it much

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In the comfort of your shared bedroom, there you were peacefully resting on top of Dottore, while he was warping his arms around your rather small form and pampering you with gentle kisses

"Angel~ Don't you think it about time for you to get off of me?" He asked lowering his head a bit, you hummed a bit as if you were even considering his question before opening your eyes to meet those charming crimson eyes of his

"No" with a smug look on your face, the beta sign at your answer pretending to be a disappointed "Come on now, angel. You know that I have a lot to do" In honesty he would care less plus he could have his clones doing his job because who is their right state of mind to even refuse you

You nuzzle further into Dottore's neck kissing and nipping on it, completely ignoring his words, as if it matter to him anyway

Dottore rested his head back before and idea strike him and a mischievous smirk play on his face "Say angel, do perhaps still remember the day you descendent from the sky and fall for me"

You were fast to sit up still on top of him while turning an adorable red mess

"I TOLD YA I WAS SORRY!!!" You yell completely embarrassed at that memory, but oh how it made him giggle at your cute panicking state. He run a soothing hand on your thigh while the other was on your back

"Relax angel~ You know that I'm messing with you" he retrieve his hand from your thigh to grab your hand and bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss "Besides… if you haven't fall on me that night there wouldn't be another possibility for us to ever meet" His words calmed you a bit and you were thankful for the archons that you met him

The Beta couldn't be more happier right now, that night in Avidya Forest where he was taking a night walk in for a change of air but before he could know it something fell on his head knocking him unconscious, you in the other hand was a bit in pain since you fall on something… or rather someone…

He eventually woke up with a headache and a stranger peacefully sleeping beside him, perhaps rather call it an angel with how naive for you to bring a complete stranger to your house who would enjoy your cry of pain while he make your death painful and slow as possible but he couldn't bring himself to for who knows why, he was just observing you until you woke up shooting up from your place and starting to throw apology after the other

Y/n the trainee forest ranger, and an omega… He couldn't care less to who and what are you but for some reasons his curiosity was getting the best of him and decided to pretend that he was in an "Utter terrible condition" due to what you did to him, obviously enjoy teasing you and pull such an adorable messy reactions out of you…

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Dottore's grip slightly tighten on you to bring you close to him to cuddle you, "I'm glad we are here with each other". You smile warmly af him planning a kiss on his cheek before hugging him "Glad that I'm with you"

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stilesb0 · 5 months

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Snuggly Harry Potter and Y\N L\N.

(Pronouns used For reader: They\Them\Theirs)

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Harry James potter and Y\N L\N, the most openly affectionate couple in hogwarts. (Besides that time Lavender & Ron Dated and the couples who are shoving each other o against walls.)

Everyone knows Harry’s Touch starved, both parents dead and the Dursleys being people who only focus on themselves. So, students aren’t surprised when they see Harry latched on to Y\N somehow, holding their hand or arm, having his arms wrapped around their waste, no matter how shorter or taller they are compared to him. It’s also quite common to see Y\N giving Harry piggybacks, even if he does start to get a little heavy.

Other Students haven’t really seen the chosen one and his partner kiss before, they leave that for when they’re alone or with close friends. Some students even assume that they’re just really close friends, the embarrassment they feel when they ask out Harry or Y\N in front of each other is adorable, seeing the un-informed student turn red in the face or become a laughing mess as they apologise furiously.

Harry and Y\N are the type of couple that do everything together but also don’t. If one wanted to do something and the other didn’t they’d split off and meet each other at the end of the day where they just snuggle together.

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I didn’t know what to call this. Also- I was bored and just felt like writing something weird and possibly out of character?

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angel-ixily · 2 years

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Tickle Me Silly

pairing: Kit Connor x Non Binary!Reader

Pronouns: I/They/Them/Me

Fandom: Heartstopper

Warnings: Mentions of death

Summary: Y/n finds out that their lover Kit Connor is ticklish.

A/N: It's been months since angel-ixily has posted because her account got terminated and as soon as she got it back, she had some really bad stuff happen to her! But now she's back with this amazing request from this very patient anon! Thank you all for being patient with me! It's been a crazy few months! But expect a whole buncha more fanfics coming your way!! Enjoy

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Kit tensed as he watched Max’s body start to float in front of Billy’s gravesite. Lucas, Steve, and Dustin surrounding her as she began to rise into the air.

“If Max dies, I am literally going to cry.” He said with anticipation. He was now breathing at a much faster, and more excited rate. I mean, the producers did say that this season would keep you on your feet.

“I will too. But if Steve dies, oh that will be the end of me! I swear I will lay down right here and die.” I replied. Kit quickly glanced over to me, a smile on his face.

“I love Steve too, but that’s a bit extreme Y/N.” Kit chuckled as he threw popcorn at me. I slowly turned my head over to him, picking up one of the pieces of popcorn that he had thrown over at me.

“You know what’s extreme?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

I threw the piece of popcorn back at him. “Abusing your partner.” I stated, a sly smirk on my face as Kit put his hands up to defend himself.

“Oh my god! You’re such a hypocrite!” He yelled, uncovering his face, which was red from the joyful smile that was covering his face. The sight of it made my smirk form into a smile.

“And how am I a hypocrite? You started it!” I giggled, sitting up so I was sitting on my legs, facing him.

“You called me abusive for throwing popcorn at you, and then you continued to throw it back at me! That would make you abusive as well!” I shook my head in disagreement.

“Oh no, no, no. You have it all wrong.” I bat my eyelashes at him as if that would be convincing enough for him not to question me. Instead, he raised a brow, the smirk that was on my face currently sitting on his.

“Oh really? I have it wrong, eh?” He asked. I nodded, crossing my arms stubbornly.

“You always do.” I agreed. He opened his mouth and an offended gasp slipped through his lips. I read his face really quick to see if it was serious, but even though he was a good actor, I could see a slight smile leaking through his expression. I decided to continue to play along, my worry slipping away.

“I always do? Now that is just preposterous! If I remember correctly, you have it wrong!” He stated. Now it was my turn to gasp. I placed a hand over my heart. I tried to hide my smile that was trying to seep through, but I failed miserably. I obviously wasn’t as good of an actor as Kit.

“Me?! You have to be insane to blame me! I’m perfect! You on the other hand are yes, perfect! But on a lower scale of perfect! You obviously haven’t remembered correctly because you’re wrong!” I faced away from him; my head held up high as I closed my eyes stubbornly. I was expecting Kit to give in as he always does before, I apologize, we kiss, and continue redoing what we were doing, but this time was different. He stayed quiet. A quick flash of fear zoomed through my body as I got nervous that I had offended him. I went to check if he was okay, but I felt a heavy body leap onto mine, touching every funny bone I had.

“Kit! No! Get off! Stop!” I managed through my delight. His fingers playing with my sides, tickling me.

“You think I’m the crazy one, huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who’s crazy now?” He asked, a smile on his face as he continued to tickle the living hell outta me.

“Stop! Stop! I’ll answer! I’ll answer! Just stop!” I laugh, repeating my words. Kit slowly stopped, his hands laying at my sides as he hovered over me.

I laid there for a moment just catching my breath. Once my lungs began to work again, I stared directly at him, trying to find a way out. “Still you.” I answered, quickly trying to escape by sliding up and away from him. Be grabbed my sides again and pulled me back to him.

“No! Please no!” I gasped as he began tickling me again.

Kit laughed too. “When you tell me the right answer is when I’ll stop. Until then,” he continued to tickle me harder, “you’re gonna be tickled to death!”

I put my hands onto his chest in an attempt to push him away, but there was no way, even if I tried to, I could push this gym buff away. My hands slid down his chest in my weakened state, and I gripped onto his stomach. He yelped, pulling away. He jumped off of the couch and landed with a thud.

Surprised, I looked at my hands, then back at him, and smirked. “Oh Kit dear, I didn’t know you were ticklish.” Kit sighed.

“I’m not! I’m not ticklish at all! I’m just super sensitive in that spot!” He tried to use an excuse, but that’s the exact same thing I said the first time he found out I was ticklish. I got off of the couch and sat on his legs.

“So, if I do this,” I began to poke at the spot around his stomach. He jumped and made another yelp sound. I smiled. I sat there for a moment just staring at him before I began to attack him. My hands began tickling his stomach as he laid on the ground laughing. He tried pulling my hands away, which he normally could if he wasn’t weak right now.

“This is called Karma, Kit!” I yelled. My hands were moving as fast as they could in an attempt to make him feel the pain that I had felt. Payback was especially needed in these times.

Kit couldn’t escape me. Even when he tried to slide up and crawl away, I grabbed onto his back and continued tickling him.

He gained his balance and stood up, but I was stubborn. Like a monkey, I gripped into his back, but I could no longer tickle him because all my strength was being used to hold on. Kit turned to look at me.

“Hi.” I said shyly. He rolled his eyes playfully as he slowly heads over to the couch, where I fell back onto. He sat next to me, wrapping an arm around me.

“Truce?” He asked, placing out a pinky. I looked at him before looking at his adoring eyes.

“Truce.” I interlocked fingers, leaning in to kiss him. He gladly kissed me, smiling in between. When we pulled away, we stared at the screen continuing to play Stranger Things.

“Damn we missed a lot.” Kit commented, grabbing the remote off the coffee table so that he could rewind it.

“That’s your fault.” I replied stubbornly, laying on his chest as I wrapped my arms around his torso.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.” He warned. I poked his stomach and he harshly breathed in.

“Don’t worry! This time I’m prepared”. I grinned into his chest.

“We called a truce!” He exclaimed. I looked up to him.

“Don’t threaten me, then.” I warned back at him, a loving smile on my face. He returned that smile until he pressed play on the show.

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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hey you should some dating johnny cade hc

Dating Johnny Cade HCs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

-> warnings: foul language, pet names { baby, honey, sweetheart }

-> pairings: johnny cade x reader

{🤍}

sweet boy ong.

PLEASE he loves to cuddle with you !!

"c'mere cuddlebug" <3

M E L T S when you compliment or praise him

is really really really really really really really really shy before you both start dating

100 fucking percent asked dally for advice b4 asking you out

look, if you have a RBF, johnnycake is kimda scared of you (at first)

until dall strolls up to you and offers you a blunt, johnny might think youll jump up and bite his fingers off lmao

ok so but i

johnny loves watching you smoke????

watching the smoke seep from your lips?? hes purring.

but when you shOTGUN?!?!?!?!? he's feral.

if johnny ever gets hurt, expect to be one of the first person he looks for to clean him up and give him shelter

if he ends up in jail for participating in one of Dally's stunts, he doesn't want to call

bc you'll be worried and want to spend ur money on bail for him 🤕❤

but its ok in the end bc hes in love w you

PICNIC DATES QUESTION MARK

i feel like johnny would be so down for these

i also think johnny's lowkey (and i mean low key) a cat person

is that just me? ok ill go away now

AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER for sharing cigs with his partner <3

if you had a good home life, johnny would really want to spend time with your family

because he was robbed of an okay parent/child relationship, he yearns for his partner's parents to like him

would be absolutely distraught if they didn't like him, my poor boy ☹

please tell him he's loved

he needs that

would call you sweetheart, baby, honey or a nickname based off your name or an inside joke or smth

johnny boy likes that intimacy :p

wap so hes a sub switch at best

GO TO THE MOVIES WITH HIM!!!!

PLEASE

sharing a coke (the drink smh) and fries :')

making comments the whole time and loving his little laugh that follows

play a prank or two 😍

but you might need to take the fall just a warning

if you tend to get in trouble with the law, johnny would be chill with that shit because he's friends with dallas winston

but will always be a lil nervous for his bae

will take you out when you get out of the slammer

diner dinners, late night walks (with knives for safety), dirty jokes, random puns... this is all johnny.

you make him so happy

would have cash set aside for a lil smth for your birthday dont even TRY to argue

cheek kisses, neck kisses, forhead kisses

theyre so... simple

so simple but they make him so happy

dally also likes how happy you make johnny

is protective over johnny, don't get me wrong, but is calmer when he knows its you

i mean, everyone knows you

you have a reputation, of course

dally lowkey admires you, even if ur younger than him

anywayz

is kind of oblivious when it comes to relationships, tbh...

its sweet (for the most part)

loves holding your hand

please

please hold his hand

please hold his hand all the time

two-bit loves you bc johnnys in love with you and you help him (two-bit) with making fun of certain Socs

you also have a rep for dark/offensive humor so two and soda absolutely lose their shit when you make a joke im not even lying

wait but like soda really likes the dynamic you both have

i.e: you act like siblings and poke fun at pony sometimes

but its all good bc ur dating johnny

i mean, dude, its johnny

darry highkey really likes you

the gamg likes you, johnnh is in love with you, we're all cool

imagine: mother darry's reaction to you get into a fight

"hey y/n," darry greeted the teen. they were grabbing a piece of chocolate cake. the curtis household was notorious for its chocolate cakes.

y/n shut the ice box door and went for a fork, strategically avoiding letting darry see their face. "yo," they replied, turning to leave the room.

darry stuck his hand out before y/n could leave the kitchen. "look at me," he commanded, suspicious.

y/n tilted their face up to look at him. darry's eyes widened. they had teo black eyes, a deep lookinh scratch from their temple to their chin, a dried bloody nose, busted lip, and a toothy grin plastered all over their face. "it wasn't my fault, dare, promise," they say.

darry tuts. "the hell it wasnt. you see johnny yet with those battle scars o'yers?"

"nah. ain't wanna wake 'im up yet."

dear god then two bit lumbers in. "hey, y'all heard? shepherd's plannin' a rumble- damn!" he howls. he swiped his finger in the frosting of y/n's cake and got a good look at their face. "damn kid! you kick their asses?"

y/n smirks. "duh."

two bit laughs and gets his own slice of cake while darry leans against the counter wondering how why y/n was so carefree.

"you're such a mother, jeez," y/n commented to Darry.

two bit laughed again.

"missed you, baby"

AWOOOGA BARK BATK BARK PURR MEOW JEIEKJQODIS

the gang totally gags and pretends to vomit when you guys kiss or they walk in go you making out

pony is ur no. 1 supporter

respect, my g 😪✊

if anyone wants more lmk. ill edit this bad boy later

johnny cade taglist:

@paxdawg

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Letter with lipstick || Ada Wong x female reader

Warnings: none

(remind me if I missed any)

- Resident evil 4 masterlist link -

Y/N’s pov:

Earlier:

Sitting on my bed, i stared down at the letter in my hands. Her handwriting was beautiful, less of the words she wrote to me. She’s on a mission again, all the way in spain and couldn’t tell me one thing about it, neither why she was there. “It’s important”, she committed to the paper i was holding.

She just ended the letter with “Love, Ada”, as my eyes landed on the kiss she placed right next to it, with the lipstick she always wore. The kinda red i love seeing on her and she knew all about it. I let out a sigh, “The woman that you are, Ada.”, i said, folding it together again.

Ada and I are close, too close just to be partners. We ‘slipped’ one time and in the next moment you saw our lips all up on each others.

I missed her. I couldn’t stand the thought of now not seeing her again for who knows how long. She’s good at what she’s doing, fulfilling her job just for everyone to be more than satisfied and i was feeling proud of her, for how far she has come. But the thought of losing her, especially when she’s so far away, has taken over my brain.

I informed myself about the situation, asking everybody for detailed answers. Anybody needs to know where she’s at, no? They weren’t down right away to tell me, but eventually gave in. Who were they to stop her from going there? Exactly, she did her own thing, going after what’s happening in rural spain.

“I need you to take me there.”, i commanded, standing tall against them. There was nothing they could do about this either. I’m not easily giving up, someone must have the trust to let me ‘surprise’ my woman. At least that’s what i liked to call it. I know Ada will be more than caught off to see me, however she wouldn’t mind. Quite the opposite. I can’t expect much different than a nice welcome.

Present:

Now here i am. I’ve been dropped off by the helicopter and one of my kind co workers who brought me to this place. I can thank him a lot for this, i guess i owe him something but that’s not my worry yet. I have to find her. So i didn’t think much, i rather started looking at the area around me.

It looks like a farm, the area is completely destroyed. I walked over dead bodies, scrunching up my face in confusion. Nothing i’ve never seen before, but someone must’ve been the cause of this. Was it Ada?

I was informed about a little story, so i went careful into this. I was here for only one thing actually. Ada. Whatever comes in my way isn’t as much as important as her, nothing is. No one else. I was ready to be confronted by her pretty self and sped up my walking through the paths and winding ways.

I was prepared for everything. I had my weapons and all that i could possibly need. I’d do anything to bring us both out of here. Anything for us. She surely knows i don’t give up easily and most definitely wouldn’t on her. No one even compares to her and the way she makes me feel. There’s no one quite like Ada.

I needed answers though. Am i really on the right track? I guess i was answering my own questions and thoughts when i came across a giant creature laying eliminated on the ground. Who else could’ve defeated it? She was here, i was more than convinced.

I jogged along the stony and muddy path, when i suddenly heard something. I slowly moved forwards to where those sounds came from, confirming myself that i’m hearing voices. It was all blurry and i didn’t know whose it might be. Till i made out the statute of a familiar woman. My eyes landed on her, my woman.

“No way..”, i whispered to myself, taking one more step towards her. “Ada!”, i shouted, catching her attention. Her body turned around, slightly facing me. I felt something in my stomach, when i saw her face. She immediately recognized me, her gaze softening but then again with confusion written all over her. She was completely stunned and couldn’t seem to move.

“Y/N?”, she said in a questioning tone, as i moved over to where she was standing. I was about to open my mouth, before i glanced down. A man stood there, his eyebrows were furried together as my face expression could be read as jealous. Who the fuck is he?

“Y/N. Look at me.”, i heard her soothing voice close to my face, interrupting my staring interaction with that guy. I slowly turned my head, seeing the slight worry on her. “What are you doing here? How did you get here in the first place? Are you hurt?”, she placed her hand on my arm, only ever showing so much weakness around me.

“I’m okay, Ada. I came here just for one reason, it was a pretty long flight.”, i explained, looking into her eyes that always shined so beautiful. “What about you?”, i asked as she moved her hand down to grab my own. “I’m on this mission, i was doing fine till i saw you. Now i’m feeling even better.”, she gave me a small wink before that strange man interrupted us.

“Uhm? I’m still here.”, he said in a nervous tone, letting out a playful chuckle. “Who is-“, “I have a deal with him.”, Ada interrupted my question, knowing what i was about to ask. She knew how protective i can be of her. Not in a controlling way though, most things i do are out of worry, making sure she’s doing as okay as she always claims.

“I got a name too, lady.”, “I’m Luis. You must be that girlfriend Ada kept mentioning and talking about.”, he continued. Ada’s eyes widened in response as a smirk formed on my face. So she called me her girlfriend behind my back? “Well yes i am.”, i confirmed very proudly, as i could see a rose color appear on her cheeks.

I placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, taking her hand in mine. “I missed you, Ada.”, i whispered and watched her nervous state. “I missed you even more, Y/N.” I smiled at her, before looking down at Luis once more. “You surely don’t mind.”, i said, pulling Ada with me as we walked away from that scene.

“Hey! How am i supposed to get up here though?!”, Luis yelled after us, all desperate. We both chuckled to ourselves and i took Ada to a quiet place. I moved close to her body, our face just a few inches apart. “I came here just for you.”, i whispered, tilting my head a little to the side.

“Oh what would i do without you, Y/N.”, Ada responded in her typical flirty voice. “Be glad you have me.”, i muttered, closing the gap between us. It’s been way too long since the last time i felt her soft lips against mine. They tasted just like cherries.

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pleasehelpmeimfying · 1 month

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{𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦!𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐛!𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬, 𝐓𝐨𝐩!𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐮𝐡𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞.} 𝐏𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒

𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬..

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭.. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫! 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 ♡︎. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐁𝐮𝐭.. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲? 𝐒𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐲��𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚? 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘.

“𝐀𝐡-.. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝.. 𝐖-𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬-𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩? 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨’ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞!.. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐏𝐇! ♡︎ 𝐘-𝐘𝐞𝐬!! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞.. 𝐌𝐦𝐧𝐠𝐡 ♡︎“

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬! 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!! 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤.

“𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬? 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫.. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?.. 𝐒𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 ❤︎︎“

𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

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vulture-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Arven X NB Reader

Arven and his partner share a nice morning together, joined by Koraidon and Mabosstiff.

Reader has a Koraidon purely because he looks more cuddly and I like Koraidon better. My beloved red boi. <3

Also I adore Arven. This boy deserves all the love and protection in the world. Somebody please hug this man.

Sunbeams danced through the gap between the curtains, filling the quiet bedroom with soft orange light. Dawn creeped over the horizon, and the Paldea region stirred from its slumber.

Though the Squawkabilly began their noisy chattering, two trainers lingered in bed, ignoring the call of the morning. Arven had always been an outdoorsy type - he'd spent quite a few nights under the stars, and spent a number of early mornings searching for healthy ingredients before the Pokemon began to wander.

Those early mornings became a thing of the past after he met them. They'd changed his life for the better, saved his best friend, and became among the most renowned trainers in the entire region. It had been years now since he'd first asked them to take on the titans with him. He was glad he had.

Laying with them in his arms like this felt so natural. He couldn't get enough of it, and found himself sleeping in like they did more often than not. Arven stirred lightly as something at the end of the bed moved - his best buddy, Mabosstiff, had jumped up, evidently wanting to join in on some early morning snuggles.

"Mmm.. G'morning, buddy..." Arven reached out with one hand, lazily running a hand along Mabosstiff's coarse fur. The Pokemon trundled across the bed slowly, careful to avoid stepping on either of the trainers, before plopping down over Arven's legs. "Yeah, wasn't planning on getting up for the next few hours, thanks..."

"Agiii?" The soft trill from the bedside made Arven turn over slightly, spotting the large, feathery head of Koraidon peering at him.

"Oh, no, there's not enough room for both of you... C'mon, I'll give you a sandwich later..." Arven didn't have a free hand to nudge Koraidon with, and the Pokemon took that as a sign that he had permission to jump up. Koraidon's large foot landed directly on Arven's chest as he unceremoniously hopped onto the bed, dropping between the two trainers with a heavy thump. He ruffled his feathers proudly, thick tail draped halfway off the bed.

"...Looks like our alarms are going off." The Champion laughed sleepily as they shifted, giving Koraidon an affectionate scratch under the chin. "Good morning, Arven."

"Morning to you, too, hon," Arven sighed, shaking his head gently as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He reached over Koraidon to pull his partner closer, pressing a sleepy kiss to the corner of their lips. "Sleep well? Without the bed hogs, I mean?"

"Mhmm. As much as I'd love to stay in bed all day, I think we'd get stuck under these two." They adjusted themselves again, tugging their legs free from the blankets. "C'mon, guys, time to get up. You can get your breakfast."

Koraidon jumped down, happily plodding to the door and nosing it open with his snout. Mabosstiff was close behind, fluffy tail wagging as he made his way across the bedroom. Though they'd said they were going to get up, the Champion sunk into Arven's arms with a long sigh, weaving their fingers into his hair. Neither spoke, just enjoying eachother's company for a moment longer.

"Alright, I'm ready to get up now." They finally separated themselves from him, placing a final kiss on his nose before they stood. "You can stay in bed if you want to, love."

"And miss the chance to make breakfast with you?" Arven snorted sarcastically, ruffling his tousled bedhead in a lazy attempt to straighten it before he got up. "Not a chance."

Their comfortable little home was pleasantly warm, the sunrise giving the everything a soft orange glow. Arven paused to give Mabosstiff some much-deserved love, though his mind was elsewhere. He watched the champion move through their kitchen with a pep in their step, peering through cupboards to see what they could make.

He was content to observe for a while, admiring them with a little smile on his face. Koraidon gave him a pointed nudge on his back, before pushing him firmly towards his paramour.

"Ow- careful, you big brute!" Arven scolded under his breath, rubbing the small of his back grouchily. He finally made his way over to the other, winding his arms around their waist and setting his chin on their shoulder. They reached over to stroke his hair affectionately, unable to hide their little chuckle.

"Are you comfortable, love?"

"Very. What do we have?" Arven let his eyes fall shut, content to just listen to the sound of their voice.

"Well, we still have some of that bread you made with Dachsbun... Could go with a classic sandwich, if you're not tired of them." They noted. "I got some fresh fruits and some jam at the marketplace yesterday, too."

"Sandwiches sound good, but I might be biased." Arven snorted. "I'm sure our Pokemon will enjoy them as well."

"Mm-hmm. Alright, up, up!" They poked him, and he reluctantly freed them from his loving embrace. "Turn on some music, let's get cooking." Arven flicked the radio on, a mellow little tune starting up.

They'd been cooking together for years now, ever since they'd first met on the hunt for Herba Mystica. They moved in tandem, like a pair of flamigo, always in sync with whatever they happened to be doing. They both worked busily on cutting fruit, chatting merrily the whole time.

"Hey, Arven." The champion said, bumping shoulders with him. "Let's dance."

"You don't know how to dance, why are you asking me?"

"Because it'll be fun!" They extended a hand to him, smudging the strawberry juice on their other hand off on the towel they had slung over their shoulder.

"Alright, if you insist. Don't step on my toes." Arven wiped his own hands clean, setting one upon their waist and taking their other. They hummed merrily as they scooted up close to him, lovingly stroking their hand along his jawline before setting it on his shoulder.

The two set a steady pace for themselves, matching the upbeat rythmn of the music. While Arven moved with the fluid grace of a Quaquaval, the champion themselves stumbled about like a newborn deerling.

"Really, you can befriend and ride a legendary Pokemon through the sky and across lakes, but you can't dance?" Arven teased, making a show of dipping them dramatically.

"Oh, shush. I have many talents, it just so happens dancing isn't one of them. My two left feet are better suited to sprinting through the desert chasing Pokemon." They were only supported by his arm, their free hand briefly grasping at the counter behind them so they didn't fall over. "Where did you learn how to dance, anyways?"

"I had a lot of free time before I... Uh, went looking for the titans." Arven faltered a moment. "It was just kind of a good way of occupying myself."

"Well, your practice paid off. You're very skilled." The Champion said gently, finally relinquishing their grip on the counter to lean closer to Arven. It was meant to be the gateway into a kiss, but resulted in the pair whacking their foreheads together.

"Ow- careful!" Arven recoiled, stumbling a bit.

"Wh- Arven, don't lean back-!" By the time either had noticed what was happening, Arven toppled backwards, dragging the champion down to the floor with him.

The pair fell to the floor with a mighty crash, the champion's flailing hand knocking the cutting board with the freshly chopped fruit off the counter. Koraidon and Mabosstiff watched the spectacle with a sort of sleepy amusement, their eyes following the food down to the once-pristine floors.

"Uuugh..." Arven groaned dramatically, arms splayed out. The champion lay nearby, their legs partially tangled with his. The couple looked at the fresh mess they had made of their kitchen, multicolored splatters of fruit juice positively covering the floor. They were silent for a long moment.

".... Should we eat out this morning?"

"Yeah. Probably."

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gonzo-rella · 11 months

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Headcanons: Being the Nonbinary (Second) Youngest Pritchett Sibling

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Relationship(s): The Pritchett-Tucker-Dunphy family x nonbinary!reader (platonic/familial)

Warnings: Descriptions of coming out and canon-typical ‘not understanding the queers’. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I haven’t watched all of Modern Family yet, though I’ve seen up until season 8 and the occasional later episode. This is highly self-indulgent, and I’ll probably end up writing some more fics based on this premise; feel free to request them!)

Growing up, there may have been signs that you were a little ‘different’; maybe not.

If there were, Jay chose to ignore it.

Some suspicion would only arise after Mitch’s coming out(s).

Whenever you realised you were nonbinary, I imagine that the first of your family members who you would come out to would be Mitch, who would, in his own repressed way, support you in any way he could.

I don’t know if Claire would necessarily understand, but she’d still be supportive.

When you come out to your parents, they’re both confused, but Dede is immediately accepting and supportive (and Jay always insists that it was just to spite him).

On the other hand, Jay... well, he isn’t cruel or dismissive or anything.

He just doesn’t get it.

But, you’re his kid- his baby- and he doesn’t want to lose you because he doesn’t understand.

So, he’ll go along with it and try calling you what you wanna be called.

Keep the peace, y’know?

And, he’ll screw up.

At first, part of him will feel like you, or anyone else who corrects him, are being overly pedantic, but he’ll grit his teeth and concede to avoid any conflict.

It’ll take him years and several lectures from Mitchell and Gloria for Jay to realise how important it is for him to try his best to understand you, or at the very least get it right as much as he can.

And, when he does, he’ll make sure to let you know that you have his full support, and he’s sorry that he couldn’t let you feel that sooner.

Gloria has always supported you.

Like your mother, her acceptance of you was immediate, and this time Jay couldn’t claim it was to spite him.

She wants the best for you and your relationship with your dad, so she will try her best to get him to support you rather than just tolerate you because he loves you.

Like Claire and Mitchell, she corrects him when he gets things wrong.

She’ll be happy to take you shopping for gender-affirming clothes.

And, she’ll be happy to listen if you ever need it.

Manny’s a mature and sensitive kid, so I feel like he’d mostly understand your gender when it’s first explained to him.

He’s never afraid to ask questions, though he’ll always do it out of curiosity, not judgement.

Phil, Claire and their kids all respect you.

Claire will always correct your dad when he gets things wrong.

I imagine that Phil is especially supportive and will happily refer to you as his ‘sibling-in-law’.

When Claire told him about your gender, I feel like he probably looked it up and, with a lot of research, grew to understand you as much as a cis guy ever could.

Haley and Luke probably don’t completely get it at first, but they’ll both try their best.

Alex is probably the Dunphy who understands it the most (and she probably thinks that being nonbinary is really kickass).

If anyone in her family needs any clarification on anything (it’s typically her siblings), she’ll be the first to explain things.

I feel like she’s very supportive of and knowledgeable about trans and nonbinary people and the issues they face (just between you and me, I headcanon Alex as queer, so that’s probably why).

Your chief supporters in your family are Mitch and Cam.

Whenever you need to vent about things that the rest of your family just won’t get, they’re always happy to lend a listening ear, especially Cam.

Although Mitchell cares so much about you, he struggles to be as openly loving and kind as Cam.

Cam will probably be the one who urges Mitch to speak to Jay on your behalf about how his behaviour affects you.

If you ever get any gender-affirming medical treatment, they’ll volunteer to go with you to appointments.

They’d also introduce you to their queer friends, if that’s something you want.

It may take some time, but you’ll get to feel like an accepted and supported member of your family in the end, because even if some of them don’t get it, they’ll try their best to make you feel affirmed.

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months

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A Trans Soulmate Au

Word count: 2070

Summary: being trans and not understanding it can make having a soulmate very difficult.

Paring: Takashi Mitsuya X Trans!Reader

Warnings: talk of Dysphoria, internalized transphobia, talk of transition, if i missed any please let me know.

A/n: Welcome this one has a bit of angst but it ends happily I promise. I just thought it would be cute if in a soulmate au where your soulmate's name was on your wrist what would happen if you were trans but your soulmate had your birth name on their wrist. So this came to be. This takes place when Mitsuya is twenty so that's the reader's age as well. I tried to write it so anyone can read it whether you’re ftm, mtf or nonbinary, or if you just want to see the inner workings of this trans person's brain. I also want to state this is a rough written interpretation of some of the things I felt before I knew what being Transgender was, it will not cover what everyone feels or what they would feel in this situation. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. Anyway requests are open, and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Key: D/n means different/dead name, it can be anything but what you like being called I guess.

I’ve known who my soulmate is for the past three months but haven’t told him yet. You may be thinking, why wouldn’t you tell him if you know he’s your soulmate, is he not a great guy or something? But that couldn’t be farther from the truth, my soulmate is Takashi Mitsuya and he is the sweetest guy to ever live. The problem is me. I don’t feel comfortable with who I am and who people want me to be. I’ve always felt like I’ve been living a lie, masquerading as someone I'm not, and honestly I’m scared to tell people the truth. What’s the problem with admitting your soulmates then, is probably your next question. Well I don't want to see the constant reminder of someone that’s not me on my soulmate's wrist.

In our lovely world we live in your soulmates first name is written on your wrist from the time you are born. On my wrist in clean lettering is Takashi and I cherish it, but ever since I started noticing my feelings about myself I’ve kept it hidden so my soulmate can’t figure it out, because they shouldn’t be burdened with someone who is broken like me. When I met Mitsuya I was conflicted at first. I knew he was my soulmate because I saw D/n written on his wrist in the same font as mine, and obviously his name matched my wrist. He was so kind that I considered just telling him we are soulmates and dealing with the discomfort of seeing my given name everyday for the rest of my life, but my disdain for who people told me to be won, and I’ve kept it secret since. Or so I thought.

It was the weekend and there was nothing happening with Toman at the moment so I was hanging out with Mitsuya and Hakkai. We were just chatting, covering topics like what we want to do in the future and how no matter what Hakkai and I will be Mitsuya’s number one supporters when he starts his fashion line. It was just a chill hang out among friends.

“Seriously Mitsuya, if you need a model for a photoshoot or runway I got your back promise. I mean what are friends for?” I said brushing a strand of hair out of my face, not realizing my bracelets had slid up my arm.

“D/n’s right, we’ll help in whatever way you need us to Taka.” Hakkai chimed in. “Anyway, other than being a fashion designer, have you thought about looking for your soulmate yet?” He asked Mitsuya to keep attention on him.

When the topic of soulmates was brought up I subconsciously rested my hand on my wrist. Feeling my bracelets out of place I quickly shifted them back into position. Hoping that the one person didn’t see the mark and figure everything out. I quickly looked over to Mitsuya and from what I could tell he was still absorbed in his conversation with Hakkai. I sighed in relief before deciding it was probably time for me to go home.

Standing up, I addressed my two friends. “Well it was nice talking with you guys but I should get going, I have some homework I still need to finish.” I quickly turned not catching the slight frown on Mitsuya’s face. Waving one final goodbye, I left Hakkai’s house and headed on my way.

I had reached a park a few blocks between my house and the Shiba residence and decided to sit and clear my head. “That was way too close.” I said to myself as I sat on the swings.

“What was ‘too close’ me almost finding out that you are my soulmate and having been hiding it for who knows how long?” Said the voice of the one person I didn’t want to face right now. “Come on D/n, when were you gonna tell me? Did you just not like that the universe chose me for you to be stuck with for the rest of your life? If that was the case why did you hang around me so much?” He started asking questions.

Fighting back tears cause I knew where this conversation would go, I tried to argue. “You know that’s not true Takashi. Why would I hide it? I didn’t know, I didn’t want to assume anything.” I lied, trying to play it off as me not knowing for sure.

He rolled his eyes at that. “Don’t lie about it. You constantly wear bracelets to cover it up, obviously you’re embraced to have my name on your skin. And don’t Takashi me, if you can’t admit we’re soulmates don’t call me that.” He said with a harsh tone he normally saves for assholes he has to beat up.

“I swear I’m not embraced, it's just easier if you don’t have to deal with me as your soulmate.” I said finally taking the blame even if I knew he wouldn’t believe me.

“Are you sure? Cause it seems like you’re just making excuses. What did I ever do to make you want to hide that we’re supposed to end up together? If it’s the fact I’m in toman then i’ll leave it, pass on the title of captain of the second division to Hakkai and retire.” He started to sound almost desperate. Like the fact I hid this was hurting him. “Just tell me what I need to do, for you to accept me.” At this point there were faint tears streaming down his face.

I froze, Mitsuya never cries, he didn’t even cry when Mana started school. It hurt to see him stand here and offer to leave his friends for me. He loved toman, maybe even more than he loved fashion design and sewing. I couldn’t just sit here and watch him beat himself up over something that was really all my fault, so I broke down completely.

“It’s not you Takashi. I love everything about you and I would never ask you to quit Toman, that’s like asking Takemichi to stop crying or asking Mikey to stop riding his bike. The problem was never with you, I hid the fact we are soulmates because I’m broken. I’ve always been broken. I don’t know how to explain it but I just feel like my body is wrong. Like I was born in the wrong one, like a mistake was made. Everytime I look in the mirror I hate what I see. I've tried everything from affirmations, to body positivity exercises but it’s all wrong. I hid the fact we are soulmates because I hate my name. It doesn’t fit, it’s wrong, I don’t know what is right but that there on your arm is not me.” I ranted out, expressing my feelings about myself for the first time out loud. “I could bear going through life hating a part of my soulmate that he can’t change, so I hid my mark and hoped that by some miracle you would find someone else that shared this name and had Takashi written across their wrist even though I know it’s impossible. I don’t want you to have to live with someone who hates themself.” Tears were streaming down my face and I didn't notice Mitsuya moving to hug me.

“We’ll get through this together. I know your feelings are probably hard to understand and are confusing. I’m not going to pretend like I fully understand, but I will help you through it. We can look for a therapist to help you work through it and understand. We can try anything you want to make you feel more comfortable. If you truly hate the name on my wrist I’ll keep it covered so you don’t have to see it, and you can tell me what you want to be called. You get to pick what I call you so I know you’re comfortable with it.” He said resting his head on mine as silently cried into his chest. “And when you’re ready I will help you tell the gang and if anyone dares to make fun of you or disrespects you they’ll have to answer to me. We’re soulmates for a reason, and I’ll stick with you through everything.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled away from him only enough to look him in the eyes. “Thank you Takashi. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in the first place.” He just returned my smile, placing a kiss on my forehead. “As for what to call me, I’m not sure yet but I think for now you could just call me soulmate when talking to me. You can call me whatever you want to when talking with others though.” I said, earning a slight chuckle from the lavender haired man holding me.

“You got it Soulmate, now take off your bracelet and give it to me.” I did as instructed revealing his name written neatly across my wrist. I watched as he smiled at his name before slipping the bracelet on his own wrist covering his own mark. “Now that that’s out of the way, what do you say to going out for some ice cream and maybe a movie?” He asked as he laced his fingers with mine.

“Sounds fantastic.” I replied excited to start this new journey together.

Timeskip to a few months

It was a relatively quiet day, I had just spent the morning cleaning up my room and getting ready to go out with Takashi for the day. He was supposed to be here around one and I was so excited to tell him some great news. You see, over the past couple months I found a therapist who helped me figure out that there is a name for my feelings and that’s gender dysphoria, and most people who experience it are Transgender. With the help of my therapist and the support of Takashi, I’ve started my transition. I’ve made some great strides in making peace with my feelings and presenting the way I see myself in my mind. The only thing I had been stuck on was a name. That’s the news I was ready to share with Takashi. I had finally chosen a name.

Checking the clock, it was about 12 so I decided I should finish getting ready even though there was an hour before Takashi was supposed to get here. As I was picking out my shoes for the day I was interrupted by loud knocking on my front door. Checking the clock again to see it was only 12:15 I was confused, Takashi isn’t supposed to be here for another 45 minutes. Trying to push my concern aside I went to open the door. “Takashi, you're super early.” I said as I swung the door open, being greeted by a very frantic Takashi.

“Thank god you opened the door, I have to show you something.” Before I could even respond he was pushing into my apartment not even bothering to take off his shoes. “I don’t know how or when this happened but when I was showering I noticed something strange on my wrist and when I looked at it, my mark had changed to this.” He said frantically moving the bracelet that normally covered his soulmark to reveal it had in fact changed.

I couldn’t help but laugh, my laugh caused a look of shock to cross Takashi’s face. Before he could continue with his mini panic I decided to explain. “It’s ok Takashi. Everything is fine, in fact it’s amazing that your mark changed, it just proves we’re soulmates even more.” He looked confused at my statement. “I finally picked my name, it's Y/n” I said, clarifying what I was getting at.

The look of confusion melted away into one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen on his face. “Oh my god. That’s fantastic Y/n. We have to celebrate.” He said immediately falling into using my new name. Hearing it come from him made me smile more than I already was.

Having his support through everything has been a blessing, I’m glad my bracelet accidentally fell that day. If it hadn’t I would still be hating myself everyday, but instead I’m learning to love myself and showing everyone that no matter what society says you have to be you don’t have to listen.

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Every Night

Pairing: Max Mayfield x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: Every night since 7th grade, Max has made it a mission to say goodnight -Face to face. At tonights' visit, you discover that your friendship might have been more than you thought it was.

(Pretend Max has lived in Hawkins her whole life)

*Not Proof Read*

I don't believe I mention anything gender specific. If I did, please let me know and I can fix it.

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Every few minutes I glance over at my window. Blinds open, the moonlight shines through the glass, onto my carpeted floor.

8:30.

She should be here by now. What if she got hurt? I mean, with all the weird stuff going on lately, anything is possible.

Finally, a small rock hits the bottom of my window.

I rush over to open window, looking down at the grinning girl.

" You gonna let me in? " She asks after a moment. " Or are we gonna have to Romeo and Juliet this tonight. "

I roll my eyes, leaning my head out of the window slightly. " You're so dramatic. "

" That's what you love about me. " She whisper shouts.

" I guess. " I chuckle, moving back into my room.

There's a lot more I love about Max, most of which she doesn't know about.

We're just friends, Y/N. Calm down.

I tip toe quietly into the kitchen, opening the door as gently as possible.

Max is waiting patiently on the other side, her backpack messily slung over her shoulder. " About time. " She teases.

" Oh shut up, Max. " I mumble, closing the door behind her.

She quietly laughs and we head up to my room. Once the bedroom door is closed, she drops her bag onto my floor, plopping onto my bed in the process. Max lets out a small sigh. " I missed you today. "

I lay down with my head on my arms, turning to face her. " You did? That's shocking. "

Max rolls her eyes at my sass. " I always miss you. You're my best friend. "

Best friend. Always the best friend, never the partner.

" Your my best friend too. " I smile at the girl.

Max lets out a laugh. " Of course I am, babe. " She flips onto her stomach so she can look be at my level.

Butterflies flutter at the pet name, something she's been calling me for a while now. I don't really remember when it started. Freshman year maybe? That's around the time we started having more and more sleepovers. My parents finally let me stay over at someone else' house.

" What's going on in that pretty head of yours. " Max asks, gently tapping her shoulder against mine.

I snap out of my thoughts. " Oh, just trying to remember when you started calling me 'babe'. I don't really know though. "

Max's eyebrows furrow. " I remember. It was like a week after we started dating, the summer of Freshman year- "

My eyes widen. " What? "

Max looks at me with a confused expression. " What do you mean, 'what'? "

" We're dating? " I ask, my heart beginning to pound. " Since when? "

Max pushes herself up into a sitting position. I quickly follow. " You seriously don't remember? I asked you out and we went to the arcade and then to get ice cream. I walked you home. That was our first date. "

I shake my head. " You never asked me out, you asked if I want to go to the arcade after school...with you. "

That was our first time going to the arcade without the others. Just the two of us. We played games for hours before finally deciding to head over to Hardy's for an ice cream cone. Now that I think about it, I think Max might have paid for my cone.

Max laughs slightly, nodding her head. " Yeah..." She says in a playful 'duh' tone.

" To be fair, " I point out. " You never actually said ' Do you want to go on a date with me? '. I mean, I thought we were just going to hang out. "

Max rolls her eyes. " Well then what did you think when I started calling you babe? Or like holding your hand? "

I shrug. " I don't know...that we were best friends? I mean, you call me your best friend all the time. I sorta assumed you just friend zoned me. "

Max lets out a groan, gently crashing her forehead into my shoulder. " You are my best friend. You're my partner and my best friend. "

" And you've never actually kissed me - "

" I did! " Max snaps back up. " That one time at Mike's party. "

That night was our first high school party. It wasn't very big but there was a few bottles of beer and no parents around.

" We were playing spin the bottle. That doesn't count. You had to kiss Lucas too. " I nervously begin to fidget with the hem of my shirt. How did I not know we were dating?

Max puts her warm hands on my shoulders, causing me to look up at her. " Fine. " She gently grabs my chin before leaning towards me. Her warm lips meet mine, causing my eyes to flutter close after a moment of surprise. Her soft lips gently guide mine. Electric shockwaves run through my body. My heart pounds in excitement.

Ever since our kiss at Mike's party, this is what I've been wanting. I never thought it was actually going to happen.

Max's hand finds its way behind my head. She gently plays with the hair at the nape of my neck before pulling away for air.

I let out a small pant, eyes meeting hers.

" I definitely missed that. " Max grins.

Warmth floods my cheeks. " I'm such an idiot. " I mumble.

Max shakes her head, her red hair fluttering softly back into place. " You're not an idiot. I guess I should've been more clear...How about this, " She lets go of my shoulders.

I look at her in confusion.

She scoots back slightly so we have more room between us. " Let's try it again. " She grins. " Hey Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me on Friday? "

My stomach churns from excitement. " I'd love to, Max. " I grin back.

Max's smile widens. " Really? You just made my day. "

I roll my eyes.

" I'll pick you up at 7. Sound like a plan? "

I nod. " I'll be...here. " I laugh slightly. A thought pops into my head. " Wait, does anyone know?- Or I guess, did anyone know we were dating? "

Max nods. " Yeah...our entire friend group. And my mom. "

I shake my head. " How did I not know? "

Max pulls me down onto the bed with her, our hands resting in a lazy hand hold. " Honestly, I'm not sure. I mean, Dustin's made a couple jokes about us dating. "

" I thought that was just him being...weird. " I mutter.

" Don't worry though. Our first official date, the one we both know about, is on Friday. " Max leans her head gently onto my shoulder.

How did I get so lucky to end up with a girl like Max?

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