#And as always I want More More More Tamagotchis
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sysig · 1 year ago
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I’ll be fine, I just have to get it all out of my system (Patreon)
#Doodles#Spoiler alert: It has been got out of my system by this point lol#I had a bad writing day and it was terribly demotivating :P I've gotten over it lol#It was an Offline Monday and the previous several days had been such good writing days! To the point where I was worn out lol#But not recognizing that and expecting to just be able to Keep Going - well it led to a minor crash lol#Again nothing bad just complainy and demotivating I'm fine ♪#I am a little :/ about my devices being in the state they are that certainly doesn't help#My laptop's hinge and my iPod being so old and janky and my poor old tablet - still the main one I'm using lol#I think most of my USB drives are shot on this poor laptop so my new tablet that needs more than just the one just....doesn't work lol#It's a good backup to be sure tho! I do still kinda want a standalone proper-like... Investing in an iPad at some point is probably...#Well I'll worry about it more when it's an Actual Problem - for the moment everything is still working! Not the best but it's Doing!#Back to the writing et al lol - It was my Big Project which I think I've pretty clearly gestured at being an Adventure Time comic lol#I have not in fact rewatched the series beginning to end since finishing it - I've watched certain episodes but not just a front to back#I think a rewatch would be very entertaining! Seeing how all the pieces align from knowing the ending going in :)#But I'm good for the moment lol - I've got enough to work on to keep me going for a while yet haha#And as always I want More More More Tamagotchis#I've got my three but I want more!#Always about money huh :P Slowly but surely
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fauxpapillons · 1 year ago
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Two comms for @corbindelacroixl a messy but cute Corb cosplaying Nini, and Corb turned into a tamagotchi!!!🪶
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quaddmgd · 18 days ago
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my boobs are getting hard to hide even when i wear a hoodie under my winter jacket and my masc voice is starting to feel weird and unnatural, since i had almost no reason to use it in the last few months. of course my face got a lot more feminine in as well. all of it in such a short time
makes me wonder how my grandma would react when she saw me. she's like the only family member that still likes me afaik, and it always felt like she loved me the most, but also would be the most likely to put out a hit on me if i transitioned? but like a bargain bin hit, so i wouldn't be worried about my safety. dealt with worse.
just thinking about it because it's christmas time again ;-; i'm about to spend it with halcyon's parents since they seem to not only accept me but also encourage me in my transition. still, christmas is always the most stressful time for me, especially after i came out.
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loveshotzz · 2 years ago
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bartender!eddie x fem!reader Eddie’s night.
🎵my man gives real love that’s why I call him killer, he’s not a ‘wham! bam! thank you ma’am!’ he’s a thriller.🎵
summary: After being stood up on a blind date, the cute bartender you’ve been ‘trying’ not to flirt with keeps you company.
word count: 12.6k
warnings: 90’s AU / 18 + no minors! /eddie is in his early 30’s, fingering, oral (f receiving), semi public smut (p in v), cream pie, dirty talk.
authors note: my love letter to the 90’s 💕after one month of brain storming and three weeks of writing here’s part one of Whatta Man! Eddie’s night. (This is a singular one shot. Steve’s night is part two, can you find the easter eggs for his night 😉)Thank you to my very talented friends who always brain storm with me and share ideas. This fun lil AU wouldn’t have happened with you. ily 💗 edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple
You didn’t want to go on this date. Not when your roommate set you up, and you certainly didn’t want to go when he picked The Foxy Lounge. But when Weather Man Mike predicted the first warm day after three months of bitter winter you’d take any excuse to wear your favorite dress. 
You’d been here before, always stumbling in after a night out with friends because they were the only 4am place in town. Those late nights turned to early mornings were more of a thing of the past now so when you got to the familiar chipped red door you didn’t recognize the bouncer standing outside. He has a head of honey colored hair that’s just long enough to run his fingers through. His toned frame sits pretty wrapped in a tight black tee and long legs covered in dark wash jeans tight enough for you to really have to focus on keeping  your eyes on his face. A freckle covered neck leads to a strong jaw and a chiseled nose. Leaning against the brick wall with his boots crossed at the ankles a toothpick twirls between his straight teeth.
The platform of your sneakers hitting the pavement as you come to a stop and the jingle of your power beads alerts him of your presence, hazel eyes going round like the moon in the sky. Straightening his posture he snatches the tooth pick out of his mouth, stuffing it in his back pocket. You swear you see a Tamagotchi tucked away as he clears his throat with a puff of his chest.
“I.D.?” 
Your lips twitch, the forced deep baritone in his voice isn’t fooling you, and you wonder if it fooled anyone when the signature beep of a Tomogatchi pet needing to be fed goes off in his back pocket. He coughs to try to cover the noise while you quickly pull what he needs out of your cross body. Holding it out for him to examine you look up with a glossed smile matching the one in the picture. Narrowing his eyes, you catch a glimmer of playfulness when he clicks on his flashlight. 
Examining it like it could be a fake, you bite back a giggle while he turns it around giving it one more once over before handing it back to you with a soft chuckle.
“Funny, we have the same birthday.” His voice comes out normal this time, soft and friendly just like you thought.
“Twins!”
A genuine smile lights up his face like the sign above your head, his boyish features coming out despite the stubble on his chin.
“Might as well call us the Olsen’s.” Throwing you a wink he pulls the gold handle to open the door for you. The sounds of Return of the Mack break through the hums of the street behind you. “Have fun tonight honey, be safe. If anyone bothers you, just come grab me okay? I’m steve.”
Your cheeks heat up at the endearment and you have to remind yourself that you’re here for a date. You catch a hint of his cologne when your shoulder brushes against his chest on your way in, the expensive scent making you dizzy when it hits your senses.
“I will, thanks Steve,”your words are shy when they come out, making his lips twitch in response. Nodding his head, you catch the tinge of pink on his skin before he closes the door with a small wave.
It's even louder inside with the drunk conversations battling for dominance against the music. Tugging nervously at the bottom of your dress you look around the bar for the vague description of this guy Craig your friend gave you. 
You scan the crowd a few times before your eyes catch the big brown ones of the bartender. The stool in front of him freeing itself at the same time your eyes connect, the corners of his plush lips pull up as he beckons you over with two heavily ringed fingers. The unruly dark auburn curls that hit just below his shoulders catch the low light behind the bar, the yellow glow softening up all his edges. 
Rocking back on your heels you pull the strap of your cross body closer, doing your best to collect yourself before you push through the crowd accepting his invitation. His smile widens, pulling up his stubble covered cheeks to reveal a set of perfect white teeth to you. The one you give him in return comes out a little shy as you plop down on the ripped vinyl that matches the red of the door.
Ink litters his arms disappearing under the frayed ends of his sleeves letting you know there was more under the tight fit of his worn faded black Metallica shirt. The two rips near the collar give you a glimpse of the chain wrapped around his neck. The scruff lining his jaw adds a few years from afar but from this close he looks your age. The silver hoop in his nose catches against the bright lighting under the bar like the rings adoring his fingers. Pulling out two empty shot glasses with a twirl he quickly fills them up with Jameson.
“This one’s on the house sweetheat, it’ll help make your date cuter.”  He winks with a sly grin, your stomach flutters with his full attention on you like this.
The glass is heavy in your grasp as you stare at the dark liquid with a faint grimace. His low chuckle catches your attention before the pop and hiss of the soda fills your ears. As if reading your mind he slides over a coke, letting you keep your pride by not having to ask for a chaser.
“How do you know I’m here for a date?” Raising a questioning brow, the sides of your lips twitch as you struggle to hold a straight face. “A girl can’t come to the bar alone on a Friday night?”
The chocolate in his eyes lights up at your playful banter, slinging a white towel over his shoulder he leans in, forearms pressing hard against the counter as he invades your space. The spice of his cologne and the burn of cigarette smoke joins with him and you find yourself sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Are you telling me you’re available then?” Dropping his voice low enough to feel between your legs, you wished more than anything you had a different answer to give him.
The heaviness of his gaze has your cheeks warming, the intensity of the eye contact forcing your gaze away for a second as you clear your throat. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear you muster enough courage to meet his eyes again. 
“N-no unfortunately, you were right.” Exaggerating a heavy sigh, his confident demeanor never wavers despite his confirmed suspicions.
“Unfortunately is right, huh?” Winking, he pushes back leaving only the lingering scent of his cologne raising his shot in an offering of cheers. “To what could have been, baby.” 
A giggle bubbles past your lips when his fingers brush against yours meeting in the middle with a clink. Downing his shot like a professional, he’s left to watch the way you struggle with yours. Amusement is evident on his face while he watches the way your throat stays unwilling to open. Holding the alcohol in your mouth longer than anyone would want, it finally gives in letting the bitter liquid go down with a bite. Pushing the can of coke towards you with his knuckles, his laugh booms loud from his chest as you search for reprieve in the sweetness with desperation.
Chugging with abandon, you forget your surroundings for a second before your eyes meet his over the rim of the can and it’s almost enough to have you snort the rest of it all over yourself. 
Coming up for air you grumble a half assed “shut up” doing your best to try and fight the smile begging to spread across your lips as you wipe them with the back of your hand.
“Not a whiskey girl I take it?” Punctuating the ‘t’ harder than normal, his teasing falls on deaf ears when you get distracted at the way his thick fingers wrap around the shot glasses.
“Not a shot girl in general, I’d rather not taste the alcohol if I can help it.” Shrugging, you trace invisible patterns on the sticky quartz of the bar top with french tipped nails silently reminding yourself for the second time tonight you’re here for a date.
“So how’d you two meet?” He raises his voice so it comes out sickly sweet while a shaker and a lemon appears in his hands. Setting them down on top of the worn jagermeister logo that covers the drink mat he starts rolling the fruit against his palm.
“We haven’t met yet actually, a friend set us up.” 
Eddie’s movements freeze for a second, eyebrows furrowing together in a look of confusion as if that was the craziest thing that anyone had ever told him. He grabs the bottle of simple syrup adding more to what looked like it was going to be a sweet drink before he answers.
“Someone like you shouldn’t need to be set up, sweetheart.” He looks up at you from under the hood of his lashes quickly picking up on the effect he has on you.
He twirls another empty glass onto the counter top before he smashes the lid of the shaker on, not giving you a chance to respond he starts shaking it louder than you know is necessary. The bats tattooed on his arm dance across the muscles with the flex of every flick of his wrist.
“Really? Laying it on thick, huh?” Raising your voice enough to know he could hear you, he taunts you by cupping his free hand over his ear to make a show of pretending he can’t, mouthing a ‘sorry’ with a smirk. The laugh he earns from when he finally relents is the prettiest sound he thinks he’s ever heard. 
“Well I hope this ‘friend’ has a good vetting process. No less than three interviews or no dice.” He pours your drink with panache, like he’s putting on a show for you, like you’re sure he does with all the other girls.
Grabbing a straw he plugs one end with his index finger before he dips it into the slightly lighter liquid. The heat between your legs becomes almost unbearable when his lips wrap around the end tasting his creation with a low groan, his pink tongue pokes out to collect the sweetness left behind.
“I think, I think you’re gonna like this one. It’s an Eddie Munson original, I’m calling it "Wasting Love.” The roll of your eyes makes him bark out another laugh. The signs of the smoke you smell on him are more noticeable in this one’s rumble.
“I wonder what could have inspired it?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with him while you waited for Craig, but you can’t help yourself. Besides, he was already ten minutes late.
“I think you know what inspired it sweetheart, I can tell you’re not just some pretty face.” Dimples poking through his cheeks, he finally takes notice of the glares from the customers filling up the bar. Everyone’s patience starting to wear thin while they waited for whatever this was to be over. 
“I gotta stop ignoring all the other people in here real quick, but I’ll be back for your review.” He throws you another wink and it has you shifting in your seat as he starts to walk away.
“Wait! I never opened a tab!” Calling after him as you reach for your purse, he tuts loudly, turning around to face you, continuing his path walking backwards. 
“You shouldn’t be paying for a thing tonight, gorgeous.” He waves his hand dismissively before his back is to you again giving his undivided attention to the bearded man who looked ready to murder the carefree metal head if he didn’t get his Bud Light in the next five seconds.
Trying not to get too caught up in someone that wasn’t your date you timidly bring the straw to your lips. Humming appreciatively when the sweetness hits your tastebuds you’re pleasantly surprised at how much you actually like it. Feeling bold enough to take a bigger gulp, you look around for Craig again. So lost in the little bubble you had been in with Eddie you didn’t realize how much more the bar had filled up since you arrived. A new kind of rowdy energy in the air — the low murmurs of conversation get loud enough to drown out Semi- Charmed Kinda Life.
Glancing down at your pink swatch watch, your date was now twenty minutes late. Turning around to check and make sure the lavender cross body you told him to look for was visible, you crane your neck around looking one last time. It’s easy to shrug off the sinking feeling of rejection when you turn back around to watch Eddie in his natural habitat. 
He moves behind the bar like he’s been doing it his whole life, like everything was muscle memory.  As if he could feel you staring he catches your gaze throwing you a smirk before he tosses a bottle of tequila in the air catching it with ease. Pouring it into four lined up shot glasses, the group of girls in front of him celebrating what looked like a bachelorette party with all their multi-colored hats and boas squealed with drunk delight. Your eyes hit the back of your skull in a hard roll when one of them bats their eyelashes at him with a hand on his arm.
Sucking down the rest of your drink, the slurping once you hit the ice is loud enough to annoy the guy next to you who shoots you a warning look over his shoulder. Mouthing an apology you push your empty glass away looking around the bar one more time. The guilt of flirting with Eddie starts to disappear when you look at your watch again and start coming to terms you were actually being stood up. Searching for his doe eyes again, your heart sinks when you find him this time.
Dimples in his cheeks again, he’s practically beaming at her. Their body language telling you this isn’t their first time meeting and how animated he is when he talks to her is like he’s known her for years. Gesturing wildly with his hands while she nods enthusiastically, something he says has her throwing her head back with a laugh loud enough you can hear it over the music. You huff through your nose, the sting of rejection sneaking its way back in. The reminder that he was just doing his job and you were here for a date, one that never showed up, slaps you right in the face.
Averting your gaze to spare whatever confidence you have left, your eyes find the bouncer at the front door. Inside the bar now with a hard glare set on his handsome face. His arms sit folded across his broad chest while his jaw clenches at the same time as the muscles in his shoulders flex. Steve looks pissed.
Interest piqued, you follow his line of sight despite it going in the direction of the bar you were trying to avoid. Somehow not surprised when your eyes land on her again, you notice Eddie has already busied himself with someone else. With his back towards both of you he fills two pints with Blue Moon, the uncomfortable look on her face couldn’t be missed. The greasy blonde hair on the man that was clearly invading her personal space told you he’d been drinking all day. The grimace on her pretty face says she could smell it on his breath too.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when you see him grab onto her arm while trying to whisper in her ear. You feel yourself ready to stand up and help when she pushes him away, with the way the veins in her neck were flexing whatever she was saying to him wasn't nice. Shoving her hand in his face she storms towards the front door where Steve is waiting, looking seconds away from killing the man who followed her path out of the bar with a leer.
The scowl on her face softens instantly when she’s met with Steve opening the door, the glare on his face being replaced with a deep flush when you catch a “Thanks, Stevie” fall appreciatively from her lips.
SMACK
Jumping at the sound of metal hitting wood, Eddie’s dimples show themselves only this time they are for you as he leans forward on his arms again, eyes flicking towards the spot next to you. He pulls himself even closer when he notices no one new occupying the stool, making you search for friction with the fat of your thighs. 
“Penny for your thoughts, beautiful?” Flashing you his perfect teeth for the second time tonight the bruise to your ego already starts to disappear.
“I drank it without gagging, didn’t I?” Crossing your arms on top of the bar it's your turn to lean into his space and you swear you hear his breath hitch at your new boldness.
Licking his lips, your eyes greedily follow the path of his tongue. His smile stretches across his face even more when he notices, making no effort to move- unwilling to back down from the silent standoff you’ve challenged him too.
“‘I’ll have you know I take that as a very high compliment coming from you.” His breath fans across your cheeks from this close, mint and whiskey hitting your nose when he huffs a laugh. “Where’s Prince Charming?”
“Turns out there was no Prince, just an ugly old toad.” Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you look up at him through half lidded eyes, “Good thing I didn’t kiss him, huh?”
A low rumble shakes in his chest as he dares to lean in even closer, the tips of your noses almost brushing while the bubble you’d lost yourselves in reappears.
“Yeah baby, you can’t give those out to just anybody, they gotta be for someone special.” His voice is low, dripping with the kind of want you’d never had directed at you before. His eyes take in every inch of your face from this close while you try to keep up with his smooth tongue.
“Got anyone in mind, Eddie?” Doing your best to match his tone, his brows pinch together at the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth taking one last look at your lips before meeting your eyes again.
“Yeah, I know a guy actually. He’s a bartender with a great head of hair.” Wiggling his eyebrows when you snort, the front door swings open, breaking you two apart as the girl from before commands the room like a record scratch, silencing the bar for the first time all night.
“Eddie! It’s bad, Steve needs you!” The sheer panic in her voice is enough for the jealous monster inside you to stay at bay as Eddie pushes back on his heels.
An irritated sigh escapes him while he mutters ‘not a-fucking-gain��� under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before his eyes find yours. You jump a little when he grabs your hands, the warmth of his palms enveloping yours while he gives you a pleading look.
“Don’t - I mean, please don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back, I need to go save my buddy’s ass again. But I promise I’ll be right back, this conversation is too important to leave unfinished.” He flashes you that million dollar smile like chaos isn’t ensuing outside and all you can do is nod, signaling that you’ll stay put.
Hopping over the bar his loose fitting combat boots squeak over the counter top, the black jeans that were hidden from your sight somehow fit him even better than his shirt. Your gaze is shamelessly hungry as it follows him until he’s out the door. The scuffle outside leaking through the music with a blur of bodies outside. 
Too focused on the glimpse of Eddie’s towering frame stepping between the two guys to break up the fight, you don’t notice the person who walks through the unattended door until it shuts behind him with a thud. Ready to glare at whoever it is your eyes widen when you meet the ones belonging to who you can only assume is Craig. The burnt auburn hair he sports and the way he zero’s in on your purse confirms your suspicions. This was Craig, you're incredibly late and not even remotely as attractive as the bartender, date.
“Shit, shit, shit.” No matter how quickly you averted your stare, you knew it was too late, he saw you. Panic sets in while your brain goes a mile a minute trying to think a way out of this.
Looking around the bar for some sort of escape, the thought of ducking into the bathroom sounds like a winner but then the image of Eddie coming back and seeing you gone seeps into the forefront of your mind making you quickly toss that idea out the window. Turning to the people on either side of you who are too lost in their own conversations to notice your dilemma, you try to decide which one you could interrupt the most naturally. 
The couple on your right looks like they’re on a date going really well and the one on your left seems like two friends catching up. The tap on your shoulder is enough for you to make a split second decision, clearing your throat you spare the newly blossoming romance next you from your desperate antics, choosing to interrupt the friends who are reconnecting with a loud fake laugh.
“That’s when she told me- um excuse me do I know you?” Gruff and confused, the man closest to you looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads. First your loud slurping and now this? This plan was never going to work from the get-go.
Another persistent tap on your shoulder has you grasping for straws. You open your mouth to try to sell whatever this was one last time. 
“Umm excuse me?”  Craig’s voice comes out loud enough to cut you off and for the poor guy next to you to give you the final cold shoulder. Unable to ignore him any longer, you force yourself to turn around and face him head on. Kind of. 
Channeling your inner Alicia Silverstone you try to give him the best Clueless look you can muster and he returns it with an even more confused expression, clearing his throat.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. I’m Craig, Ariana’s friend. I think I’m supposed to be meeting you?” Shoving his hands in the pockets of his tan slacks, the maroon sweater he wears fits loosely over his thin frame, dirty black chucks on his feet, his look screams ‘I listen to Nirvana’.
“Umm, I think you have the wrong person? I wasn’t supposed to be meeting anyone here tonight.” It’s not believable in the slightest when the words leave your mouth, your less than confident delivery giving you away. The look on his face lets you know you’ve definitely been made
“Are you sure? I was told to look for the girl with a lavender purse.”  As if to prove his point he points to the exact one he’s talking about slung across your shoulder. He scoffs when you keep up with your charade, “I know I’m late but this is ridiculous.”
“A lot of girls have purple bags, Craig.” His name comes out dripping in venom, the need to get rid of him before Eddie’s return throwing any logic out the window. You needed to believe your own lie.
The sudden harshness has him raising his hands in defense, backing down a little under the daggers of your glare.
“Whoa, chill out, my bad. You just match the exact description I was given, that's all.”
Clenching your jaw in frustration because he just won’t give up, you try to hold your composure while your eyes flick towards the door in anticipation for his return.
“Well you’ve told me you were late twice already so she probably just left. Rude of you to keep her waiting honestly.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you know that he’s aware of exactly what you are doing but you don’t care anymore.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what happened, and not her being bitter I’m one measly hour late.” The way his words clip signal the rejection sinking in, a glare setting firm on his face.
It’s the stare down of the century before Eddie comes barging through the entrance with a loud huff and a clap of his hands. Cheeks red from yelling and hair slightly more wild than before. He checks to make sure you’re still exactly where he left you before he glances over to Craig for a split second not registering who he is. Hopping over the bar with another skid of his boots, he still manages to give you a lopsided grin when he gets to the other side. Hitting the top of the bar in a series of beats - he’s a ball of energy.
“Sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart, Steve’s lucky the girl he took a knuckle sandwich for has a first aid kit. Rick keeps saying he’s gonna get one but I have yet to see it. Want another cocktail?” Talking a mile a minute with the leftover adrenaline from the fight, he still doesn’t notice the way Craig watches the two of you until he catches how awkward you’re being. Eddie’s face hardens, the softness he was giving you disappearing. “Something I can help you with buddy?”
You don’t even have to look at Craig to know he’s puffing out his chest with a point of his chin addressing Eddie.
“Actually pal, maybe you can.” His tone makes Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, a tested smile spreading over his lips while he lets Craig continue. “I was supposed to meet someone here for a blind date, I was told to look for a girl with a lavender purse exactly like this one. You haven't seen another girl with this exact same bag have you?” 
Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, amusement filling the specks of golden brown as he picks up on exactly what’s happening. The corners of his lips twitch before he nods his head licking his bottom lip holding your gaze long enough to make you squirm before bringing his attention back to Craig with a low whistle.
“Oh yeah, I remember that hottie, man. It’s a shame you were late, she took off with this dude she met waiting for you. She didn’t stand a chance, though, honestly. I know the guy, he’s too smooth for his own good. Pretty good looking too. Can’t be leaving your girl unattended around him. Probably wouldn’t have worked out between you two anyway.” Eddie catches the roll of your eyes at his self indulgent story as you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand to hide your face splitting grin.
“Why don’t you walk away with some dignity. What’s that saying? There’s always more fish in the sea or some shit.” Eddie adds more salt to the wound, finally breaking Craig enough to give up.
“Whatever you say man, this bar is fuckin’ lame anyway. Who wants to drink to Third Eye Blind.” Grumbling his insults as he slinks away, he takes one last look at you and Eddie before his final exit with a flip of his middle finger.
Eddie’s stare is hot on your face, while you bashfully avoid his gaze keeping your eyes lingering on the door. When you finally dare to meet his eyes the shit eating grin on his face makes you groan, the buzz of your drink pulling a giggle out of you. 
“Eddie, don’t —“
“Well, well, aren’t you just a little heartbreaker, huh?” His teasing only makes your cheeks grow hotter as you try to hide your face from his view.
“Don’t you need to go attend to all the customers you left?” Your words come out muffled from behind your hands as you slowly pull them down just enough to uncover the fake glare you were sending his way.
“I’ve got my favorite one right here.” Voice dropping low with a smirk, he was right, you didn’t stand a chance.
“I haven’t paid for a single thing, you refused my money if you remember.” Bringing your hands down to fully come out of hiding, he bites his bottom lip when he can take in your features again.
“It’s no good here, baby, I could actually get arrested if I take it and then how would I be able to take you out to get pancakes after my shift if I’m behind bars?” Bringing his hands together in mock shackles and a pout, the chain wrapped around his wrist catches your eyes for the first time.
“You’re takin’ me to get pancakes?” Flirting like a love sick teenager, you even start to kick your feet under the bar.
“It’s the least I can do since you’re my fill in bouncer for the rest of the night.” Smirking, he nods his head to the man at the opposite end of the bar flagging him down with a twenty dollar bill. His eyes sparkling with something new now that he had you.
“Me? A Bouncer? I’m not intimidating in the slightest!” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you smile at his retreating form, the game of ‘playing hard to get’ becoming a thing of the past now.
“Sorry, you owe me, heartbreaker.” He shrugs like it’s out of his control before flashing you the same lopsided grin leaving you a mess of nerves from getting to spend the night with him.
The hours till close go by faster than you anticipate with Eddie topping off your drink any time you ask, the buzz from the alcohol is just enough to handle the growing intensity of his flirting. Now that the only obstacle in the way of each other was time, he was relentless.
Enjoying the game of chicken the two of you had started unconsciously playing, you stop noticing the clock. Every six customers earns you five —sometimes ten minutes of his time and he makes sure to use every second of those breaks as an excuse to lean in close, whispering in your ear, holding your face close every time you talk. He was getting off on the way he could make you shift in your seat and hide your bottom lip between your teeth when he got close enough for his lips to brush against your ear. Your fingers find excuses to wrap around his wrist when he invades your space, playing with his chain, you keep him close making sure to tilt your head just enough for him to catch a glimpse down your neck into the low cut of your dress.
The small hand on the clock above the door hits the three and it’s not until his breaks start getting longer and your touches are able to get a little bolder that you notice the murmur of voices over the music disappears. The few stranglers left sipping their last drinks of the evening are paying the two of you no mind despite the way he’s tucking your hair out of his way to trace the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose.
The realization that you’re finally about to be alone with him brings your nerves to a head and the need to check yourself over in the bathroom mirror becomes urgent. The flick of his tongue along your earlobe distracts you for a second as your head nudges against his when it tickles making a giggle slip past your lips.
“I gotta go to the bathroom, Eddie.” You inhale the scent of pine lingering in his shampoo, giving him one last nudge with your nose before hopping off the stool. He gives you his best puppy eyes as you get up to leave, pushing out his bottom lip when you tug your dress down.
“Please, I’ll be like three minutes.” You roll your eyes at him but the smile that lights up your face tells him you’re eating it up.
“I’ll be counting every second you're gone, baby.” Holding his hands over his heart for dramatic effect the man at the end of the bar snorts loudly ruining the moment. He earns an annoyed glare from the bartender, “Better hurry up and finish that shit old man, it’s closing time.” 
You hear him grunt in response to Eddie’s rude reminder before disappearing into the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. Stickers and writing with permanent marker cover every inch of the dark crimson walls. The doors of the black stalls barely hang from their hinges, dents from many reckless drunk nights at The Foxy Lounge punch random spots into the metal. The bottom of your sneakers stick to the floor with every step to the mirror where more stickers and black scribbles line the surface including a girl named Leigh’s phone number with the note ‘for a good time call’ attached at the end leaving just enough room to see your face.
The space buns on top of your head are messy from Eddie nuzzling his beard into your hair all night. You try to salvage what was left of them by tightening the knots a little more before deciding it's a lost cause. He was probably just going to mess them up more anyway. The thought of Eddie’s hands being free to touch you in every way you’ve wanted all night has you taking a deep breath while you hold your own eyes in the mirror.
“It’s happening, you’re gonna have sex with him. You’re gonna fuck the super hot bartender who flirts like it’s his second language tonight and you’re gonna be confident about it okay? You hear me?” Pointing to yourself in the mirror, the determination in your stare is enough for your tipsy pep talk to work its magic.
Taking one last look at yourself with a nod of your head you pull open the bathroom door ready to take on the rest of the night. Only to stop in your tracks when you notice the stool that was occupied is now empty and every inch of Eddie is also in full view from where he stands in front of the jukebox. Your eyes are insatiable taking in his tall frame like this for the first time all night. 
You notice the giant chain that hangs from his belt loop this time, and there’s even more rips in his jeans than before giving you a peek at the pale skin hidden underneath. His shoulder blades move under the thin fabric of his shirt when he clicks his choice on the machine. Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer spills out from the speakers of the bar as he turns on his heels, the smirk that plays on his lips dares you to catch the hint with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Very subtle.” Crossing your arms as if to act immune to his charms, you know he sees right through your facade but he plays along anyway raising his big hands up in the air in mock surrender.
“It’s just one of my favorite songs, I don’t know what kinda ideas you got going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He takes a few more steps towards you slowly closing the gap, daring to be closer to you than he had been all night without a wooden bar separating you.
“Interesting, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Sixpence fan.” Raising your eyebrow, you have to look up at him when he finally takes the last few steps to stand in front of you. 
“Why? Cause I’m such a tough guy?” His grin grows wider when he looks down at you catching the roll of your eyes while you uncross your arms opening your body up to him with a laugh. 
“I can’t stand you.” Your swat is flirtatious with your palm hitting his chest. He’s quick to catch it, using your hand as leverage to pull you closer, biting back his groan when a breathy gasp slips past your lips when he tucks you into chest. First your giggle and now this? He just knew you were going to sound so pretty falling apart for him.
“I think Craig would call that bluff sweetheart.” He gives you a minute to let his words sink in, throwing his head back with a loud laugh when you huff at him embarrassed. “I’m teasing, I’m teasing. He needed to be dumped, a girl like you deserves someone that's gonna show up when they’re supposed to.”
The sweetness of his words has you melt against him, the playful pull from before surrendering to his touch and you swear there’s hearts in your eyes from the way he looks down at you after saying something like that. 
“Thanks for tonight Eddie,” your voice is small when it comes out laced with adoration, and it’s his turn to get bashful making your favorite dimples come out again.
“No problem sweetheart, honestly it’s my fuckin’ lucky night.” Pulling your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss to the skin stretched over them before letting your hand drop, noting the disappointment on your face that you’re quick to cover up. 
“Wanna get some fresh air while I smoke before I close this place down?” 
——
Eddie somehow looks even better under the twinkling stars and pink fluorescent lights of The Foxy Lounge sign. The low hum of the electricity filling your ears as you lean against the brick of the building. His eyes are brighter out here, catching them with your own when he looks at you over the end of his cigarette.
He winks when you meet his pointed gaze, the flame of his lighter casting shadows that dance across the strong lines of his jaw, the orange glow highlighting the stubble that covers it. Batting your lashes at him, you push your hips off the wall playfully while he keeps his eyes on you through his entire first drag, only breaking contact for the split second he needs to blow the smoke he inhaled away from you. 
“Don’t look at me like that.” His words come out like a warning before he takes another hit.
“How am I looking at you Eddie?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you make sure to say his name extra sweet just how you figured out he likes. He shakes his head with a low chuckle blowing more smoke into the clear night sky. 
Despite only taking two drags, he flicks the barely smoked cigarette to the side before closing the distance with a few steps leaving him crowding you against the building. Your chest brushes against his with every shallow breath. Getting lost in the darkening amber inside his eyes, the calloused tips of his fingers catch against the soft skin of your chin. The pad of his thumb pulling the velvet of your bottom lip from between your teeth.
“Like you want me to kiss you.”
Ducking his head down he nudges your nose with his, the heat of his breath fanning against your open mouth. His eyes go from yours back down to your glossed lips silently begging for your permission.
“I think it was you that was hinting at kissing me earlier.” Pushing up on your tiptoes, you smile against him when your lips just barely touch. 
“Oh? You think that’s what I was doing hmm?” Asking the question he already knows the answer to, his tongue licks against your top lip as your hands find the material of his shirt, fisting as much of it as you can before yanking him down to collect his lips with an eager mouth, giving up winning whatever game this was. 
You swallow his moan when your tongues meet in the middle battling for dominance, teeth scraping, you taste the few puffs of tobacco still lingering on his taste buds as his muscle massages against yours. Sliding his knee between your thighs, he smiles smug into the kiss when your hips search for friction against the denim.
He breaks away from your mouth long enough to start trailing wet kisses down your jaw, the rough hair on his chin rubbing your skin raw as he starts nipping and sucking bruises along your neck. Biting hard enough at your pulse point to have to soothe it with his tongue after the mewls he pulls from you are enough to drive him insane.
Your fingers tangle into the curls at the nape of his neck, giving his roots a pull while you turn your head, opening more of yourself to him. Taking your silent invitation he nips at the dip of your collar bone before lifting his head to press his forehead to yours. 
“I gotta close up baby, but then…”rubbing his hands up your curves with a low groan he squeezes at the plush of your hips before finishing his sentence, “I think I promised you pancakes.”
Nodding your head because words are stuck at the tip of your tongue, he grabs your cheeks with a strong grip, smushing your lips together before stealing one last kiss.
——-
Eddie doesn’t give you the attention you’ve grown accustomed to all night when he starts the process of actually cleaning the bar. Your body still buzzes like a live wire from the drinks and the kiss outside. He’d been counting his tips with his back to you for the last ten minutes and you were growing impatient for more of him. You needed it. 
Counting the last bill he finally turns around and your thighs press together when you get to see his face again. Shifting in your seat when his eyes barely meet yours, he makes his way to the other end of the bar. Pushing yourself up to lean forward with puckered lips, he ignores your advances passing by without so much as a glance in your direction. Huffing when you plop back in your seat, he flips the knob starting to wash his hands in the mini sink with his back to you again. Your foot taps against the metal of the stool as you watch him grab the scratched up red bucket hanging below and a fresh rag quickly replacing his hands with it to fill up.
You wonder if he can feel your stare when he adds the soap, taking his time while he spins the rag in the steaming water, he starts ringing it out. Arms flexing and suds spilling over his knuckles, you were gonna lose your mind if you didn’t get your hands on him soon. 
He makes big swipes as he starts working his way towards you, keeping his eyes so focused on his task you’d think you were invisible if it wasn’t for the smirk that was getting impossible for him to hide. It only grows bigger when he stops in front of you, adding a low hum to his charade purposely wiping around the outline of your hands that were splayed out on the counter ready to push yourself up again. 
“Eddie - c’mon!”  
You’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the laugh that falls easy from his chest when he finally looks at you. His face softens and his eyes darken when he catches your angry pout, your fingers are quick to find his free ones making him tsk at you but he doesn’t pull away.
“My hands are wet baby.” He knew you didn’t care and the teeth showing in his wide grin told you he didn’t either.
Giving into your persistence like it hasn’t been a fight to keep his hands to himself this whole time, he leans forward brushing his nose with yours before nudging it against your cheek so your lips just barely touch. When you go to close the space he pulls back just enough to tease, a small whine escaping you at his games.
“What’s got you so needy, huh?” His words are whispered as he presses with the slightest pressure before pulling back again. “I didn’t kiss you good enough outside, you need more?”
“Please.” Your cheeks burn when you hear how your voice sounds, but his grip on your fingers tighten and a low moan breaks through his front at how desperate you sound just for a kiss.
“Gotta give my girl what she needs.” Your brain gets stuck on the words ‘my girl’ taking you a minute to realize he was finally giving you what you want.
It’s slower than outside, he’s taking his time with you this time. Untangling his fingers from yours, his hand comes up to wrap around the side of your neck. The water feels good on your skin as the pad of his thumb starts rubbing soft lines under your jaw while his tongue swipes at your bottom lip looking for more. You don’t give into his advances on purpose, keeping your mouth closed to get him back for all his teasing you feel his smile grow against your own.
Expecting him to stop and surrender, he only doubles down. Catching your top lip with his bottom, he pulls away just enough for you to open your eyes. God, you wished you kept them closed. The brightness from outside had turned them into nothing but black leaving no trace of the specks of brown from before. The knowledge that he was just as affected by all of this as you sends you reeling. Toes curling inside your sneakers.
“Whining over here for me to give you what you want, and here I am baby, and you’re playing hard to get.” Nipping at your bottom lip he meets your heavy lidded gaze again, “Gonna let me give you what you want?”
He barely lets you finish nodding before he’s on you, the hunger from outside coming back as he leans over the bar to deepen the kiss like you’d been begging him for. Opening your mouth for him without hesitation when he asks for permission again your tongues meet lazily, exploring each other like you didn’t get a chance to before. Pushing up again eager to get more of him he pulls back leaving you breathless with spit slick lips.
Despite the way his chest heaves trying to catch his breath, he does his best to play it cool, smirking when you have no shame chasing for more.
“I gotta finish closing up.” He gives you one more chaste kiss before he starts wiping the rest of the counter down. 
Jutting out your bottom lip into a pout, he laughs, throwing out a ‘you’ll survive five minutes baby.’
You leave him alone doing your best not to distract him, despite how much your fingers itch to have him close again. Grabbing the money from the register and the receipts for the night he disappears back into what you could only assume was Rick’s office. When he pops back out he looks a little more relaxed.
“Just gotta wipe the bottles down and then I’m getting the prettiest girl the best pancakes in town.” Clapping his hands together with a rub of his palms, he grabs another rag.
You were starting to hate pancakes. Not that you didn’t want them, you just wanted him more.
“Hey Eddie?” Trying to hide your ulterior motives in the sweetness of your voice, his eyes meet yours almost instantly and they narrow just as quick.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Setting the rag down he leans forward with his palms on the bar he gives you his undivided attention. An intimidation tactic. Unable to help yourself, your eyes trace up the ink covering his arms.
“Teach me how to make that drink?” Looking up at him from under your lashes, you see something flash across his face, fingertips digging into the countertop after the question leaves your mouth.
“Wasting Love?” 
“I mean, I wouldn’t call it that now, would you?” Laying it on thick, a slow smile spreads across his face. He saw what you were doing and he was going to fall into your trap willingly.
“Why don’t you come back here then, we’ll make our own.” His voice comes out low, his pupils taking over all the brown, pretty white teeth baring themselves at you.
His gaze is predatory when he watches you jump from the stool, the exaggerated sway of your hips keeps his eyes trained on the curve of your waist as you make your way into his space for the first time all night. Leaning against the back counter, his legs are spread wide leaving little to the imagination on how worked up you had him. His eyebrows raise when he sees the automatic press of your thighs at the sight. It wasn’t fair, you were trying to seduce him, not the other way around. He wasn’t even trying.
As if on cue the jukebox that had been left to play all night clicks, Ginuwine’s Pony pouring out of the speakers as he licks his lips unashamed at the way he’s drinking all of you in like this.
“Gonna teach me how to make something sweet, Eddie?” Trailing a finger along the bar while you close the distance, you drag out the ‘e’ at the end of his name just enough to get him to groan.
His hands grab your waist squeezing just hard enough to feel his strength before using it to pull you flush against him. The material of your dress doing nothing to hide how hard he is pressed into your ass. His lips trace the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath tickling your neck as you push back into him searching for more. The stubble on his face rubs rough against the soft skin of your cheek as he punctuates each word with a roll of his hips.
“The sweetest, baby.” 
You bite back your moan when his nose trails up your neck, his lips just barely grazing the warmth of your flesh before they settle back against your ear. You hold onto the wood of the bar in front of you when he hums low, feeling it deep in your core. His calloused fingers start a path up the bare skin of your thigh hiking up your dress when they catch the hem.
“Tell me,” your eyes close when his nose is pressed to your temple as he speaks, “Do you like cherries, baby?” His tongue catches your earlobe sucking it into his mouth, grazing it between his teeth when he lets it back out.
Your knees almost buckle at how good everything feels, the slow rock of his hips never stopping as he plucks at the lace trim of your underwear. 
“Y- yeah, I love cherries,” you whimper when his palms lay flat on the outside of your thighs, the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin when he squeezes at the fat working his way back up.
“Of course you do, pretty.” His thumbs hook the sides of your underwear, “You’re just so sweet all the time, huh?” Despite the need for friction, you spread your legs for him wondering if he can hear the way your lips pull apart sticky, arousal coating the inside of your thighs.
He chuckles soft in your ear praising you with a ‘so sweet’ before giving them a tug, letting the red lace fall to the floor. Keeping his hands on your hips, he presses himself against you hard enough to have the heels of your sneakers pick up off the ground. A low ‘fuck’ slipping out from under his breath when you whine a little.
“Red lace? Was Kurt gonna get lucky or was this just a ploy to get me all along, sweetheart?” Your cheeks burn at his question, his low chuckle tickling your ear when he hears you huff out an annoyed breath. “‘Cause if that’s the case all you would’ve had to do is walk through that door on any given night.”
He grinds himself against you one more time, but you can really feel him this time and it makes your legs shake.
“Are we gonna make this drink or do you wanna keep talking about Craig?”  The shake of your voice doesn’t go unnoticed despite trying to be sharp with him but the grip on your waist still tightens at the mention of the other man’s name
“Sure we can, if that’s really what you wanna do.” His words taunt you but with one hand holding you against him the other flips a clean cocktail glass onto the bar top with ease, like he wasn’t rock hard digging into your back.
Reaching around, his hand trails up the front of your thigh sending goosebumps across your heated skin. A shiver runs down your spine when he dares to dip between your legs inching his way towards where you want him most.
“We better not mix liquors so why don’t you be a good girl and grab the whiskey for me.” His lips brush against your ear with every word, his hand never faltering on their path even when his fingertips meet your slick folds. Feather light, he traces along your slit, not daring to break the barrier yet. Brain hazy with want you don’t even comprehend what bottle you reach for, blindly grabbing for whatever was in front of you.
“That is tequila, sweetheart. Tsk, tsk, tsk are you even listening to what I’m saying? Or are you too…” Before he finishes his sentence he pushes his index finger past your entrance, your warm walls wrapping tight around his digit, “…distracted?”
Your head lulls back against his chest, your eyes closing when he pushes two knuckles deeper. Your needy whimper makes him kick up again making you grind your ass against him in response. Licking your lips, you try to collect yourself only chasing for more of his finger once. 
“N-no, I can do it.”  Determined to prove him wrong, you focus just long enough to grab the Jameson bottle, “What’s next?”
He hums in approval while his smile grows against your skin. Deciding to indulge in your stubborn game still, he curves his finger enough just to make you gasp his name.
“Are we keeping this simple, or do you want something a little more—” Adding a second finger, you stretch easily for him now, dripping down his hand, “Complicated?” 
You shudder, a moan slipping past your lips while your grip on the bottle tightens so much you're scared it’ll shatter. Fuck, you gotta keep it …
“S- simple - oh.” His thumb finds your clit applying just enough pressure to have your mouth fall open and your brows to knit together, and just as quick as he’s there, he’s gone. 
Pulling himself free, he tries his best to ignore the way your pussy tries to suck him back in, your body begging him for more. You whimper at the loss, your eyes opening to remind you where you are.
“I’m gonna need both hands to do this, baby.” His fingers shine with your slick when he wiggles them for show, stepping back just enough for you to see the grin on his face but not enough to get out of your personal space. 
Grabbing his wrist, his eyes go dark when he realizes what you’re about to do. Gaze turning half lidded when your mouth opens, huffing out a deep breath when your tongue flattens against the pads of the two fingers that were just buried inside of you. Wrapping your lips around them, your arousal is tangy sweet hitting your taste buds.
Hollowing your cheeks as you suck them clean, you watch the confidence drain from his face, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sight. The blunt ends of his nails dig through the soft material of your dress and he starts rutting into you with a little more force when you slide your tongue between each knuckle.
“Jesus christ,” his voice is strangled, words coming out through gritted teeth when you let him go with a loud pop.
“Now you can use both hands,” you say innocently, like you didn’t just suck them clean. You let his fingers tug at your bottom lip before dropping his wrist.
He fists a handful of your dress, a low growl rumbling from his chest getting a taste of his own medicine. Licking his lips, his eyes narrow at you before his teeth start to show, mischievous in the low light.
“Well if we want this drink cold, we need to fill this shaker with ice.” Just like the glass, he flips it on the counter one hand never leaving your waist despite his claim. 
Pressing his lips to your ear again, he makes sure to let his breath linger a little before he talks, enjoying the goosebumps that appear from such a simple touch.
“Fill it up for me, baby?” Your thighs clench at the deep rasp in his voice, both of his hands finding a home spread out on your thighs.
Nodding your head you slide open the silver metal door of the ice chest below you, bending over more than you needed to to scoop it up into the shaker. He groans loud when you press into him like this, his fingers making quick work to flip the back of your dress up. 
“Look at you, so fucking messy for me and I’ve barely touched you.” Grabbing a handful of your ass, he ruts into you, the rough denim hitting your clit in a way that has you moaning his name.
He laughs quietly at your neediness flipping your dress back down when you straighten out. Chests heaving in time with the other, neither one of you was ready to back down. Not yet.
“Might need to unzip those pants.” Looking over your shoulder at him you fake a pout, “Feeling a little strained back there handsome.”
Smugness dripping from the smile on your face, he raises his eyebrows at you in a challenge. 
“Since you wanted something simple sweetheart, we just need two more things.” One hand snakes its way back between your legs, squeezing at the inside of your thigh before he lets you go for the first time since you set foot behind the bar.
Craning your neck so you could follow him, you find him bent down grabbing lemon juice from the mini fridge under the shorter back counter. Shutting the door with his foot when he stands up, he throws a wink your way when he grabs the simple syrup.
Setting the bottles in front of you he steals a quick kiss that leaves you wanting more before he grabs the small tub of cherries from the fridge he forgot his first go around.
“Okay, so you’re gonna grab the Jameson, and I want you to pour it out to the count of three for me then cut it off.” He returns to his place behind you, his large hand swallowing yours when it shadows your movements.
Your pour is shaky when he counts low in your ear, nuzzling his nose in your hair calling you a good girl after each successful addition to the simple concoction.
“Alright, now you’re gonna shake it as hard as you can angel.” His hands squeeze your hips for encouragement.
Doing as he says he pulls you against him even harder when your arms start to go wild. Your chest bounces with each movement making you giggle and you almost don’t hear the hitch in his breath at the sight. 
He helps you by putting the strainer over the rim of the glass when you’re ready to pour. Mumbling soft words of praise while he nibbles at your ear lobe. The drink is much lighter than the one you had all night, the dark orange turning lemon as the white foam fizzed on top.
“I think I could take your job.” You smirk reaching for the cherries to top it all off. 
“You think you could take my job?” He snorts incredulous, watching you unwrap the plastic wrap from the small tub dropping three cherries into the already very sweet cocktail.
“Absolutely.” Grinning while ignoring his stare you reach for another cherry, “No doubt in my mind.” You grab the fruit between your teeth, finally meeting his eyes as you pull the stem, relishing in the burst of sugar and grenadine that erupts against your tongue.
“Tough luck princess, unless you know how to tie that cherry stem in a knot with your teeth, no bar in this town is gonna touch you.” Grabbing his own cherry, he dangles it in front of your frowning mouth for you to bite. Obliging him with it bumps your bottom lip you tug gently, taking the fruit before chewing slowly while he sucks the stem once before it disappears in his mouth.
“I’m calling your bluff now. No one knows how to actually do that.” Daring him to prove you wrong he mutters a ‘watch me’ between his working teeth.
You don’t lose focus on the way his hand on your waist starts to wander, the blunt ends of his nails scratching against the fat of your thigh while his tongue ties the stem like it’s easy. Jaw flexing with each twist of his tongue before he pushes it out to show you, a pleased look on his face when the small knot in the middle comes out perfectly placed. 
Swiping it off his tongue with the fingers that were inside you minutes ago, you wonder if he can still taste you when he sets it next to your drink satisfied by the way your jaw drops.
“How do you think I got this job? I’m more than just a cute face.” The touch of his hands grows bolder when they start working their way up your dress, a thickness in the air that wasn’t there before filling your lungs.
“That’s quite the skill set you have there Mr. Munson,” your giggle is breathless, your eyes going from his down to his lips as you try to play it off.  
“I can do more than that with my tongue sweetheart, if you wanna find out.” His nose nudges against yours, the smirk on his face making you sweat when his fingers trace up your wet folds again.
Surrendering instantly, you forget all about the drink the two of you made nodding without hesitation the desperation for him all night finally taking over.
“Yeah?” His voice breaks when his thick fingers push into your entrance again feeling just how worked up all his teasing had you.
“Please - Eddie,” the pad of his thumb finds your clit again making you beg, “Fuck.”
“Asking me so sweet, how could I say no to you?” Murmuring against your lips, he finally gives in and kisses you. Wet and sloppy he only does it long enough to take your breath away before dropping to his knees.
His big hands on your hips angle you to face forward, flipping your dress up over your ass again. The air of the bar is still hot against your folds, arousal dripping down your thighs, you’re fully exposed to him now. You hear him suck the skin of his teeth at the sight, a ringed hand coming down just hard enough on your right cheek to make it jiggle before both hands palm the fat.
“I can’t believe you were gonna let anybody else but me have this pussy. Should be a punishable offense.” Pulling your cheeks apart to expose more of you to his hungry eyes, he pushes at the small of your back signaling for you to bend over more for him.
He moans loud enough to make you jump when you listen to his command, even you can hear the sound of your lips pulling apart for him. 
“All this for me, baby, fuck, you spoil me.” He wastes no time burying his face between your folds, his talented tongue collecting your juices before finding your clit. The rough hair on his chin rubbing your sensitive skin raw as he shakes his head from side to side. 
Squeezing your ass to pull you closer to his face when you try to run away, he sucks your bundle of nerves harder when he gets you back to where he wants you, dipping his nose into your entrance every time.
He does the motions he would do when he ties the cherry stem into a knot against your clit, a strangled moan ripping from your throat when he does it again.
Your hands find purchase on the top of the bar, eyes closed tight while you see white behind your lids. Your nails dig into the wood when his tongue flattens, the lewd squelching of your arousal filling your ears when he pushes his face so deep between your legs you aren’t sure if he can even breathe. The moan that rumbles through his chest and vibrates to your core tells you he doesn’t care. Wrapping his lips tight around your clit he sucks even harder, not caring when your legs start to shake from overstimulation. 
“Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna - fuck!” His name comes out long and drawn out when you fall apart on his tongue. Relentless, his teasing never stops, his hands holding you up while your body starts to shake. Humming low in satisfaction against your cunt.
“I n- need, I need…” willing your eyes to open, your vision’s blurry from how hard he made you cum. Pulling away with a loud smack of his lips, he palms your ass cheeks before craning his neck to try and get a good look at you.
“What do you need, baby?” He nips at the curve of your right cheek before pressing his face to it, dazed from getting what he’s wanted all night completely content.
“I just, I just need you to fuck me,” you don’t recognize the choke in your voice when you whine for him. Whine for more.
“Jesus christ.” His words tickle against your skin when he groans, kneading the soft flesh of your ass one more time before standing up. 
His hands are on your hips before you can fully register the change in position, spinning you around and lifting you up he sets you on top of the counter behind the bar. The one where drinks aren’t served and the one that’s low enough for Eddie to slot himself perfectly between your legs. 
Eyes blown black while his beard and nose ring shine with your slick, his lips part - swollen and pink from pulling your first orgasm out of you. Bangs clinging to his forehead, his hair is a wild mess on top of his head from your hands. The confident air about him is gone, replaced with nothing but the need to have you. Snapping out of your daze, you’re quick to find the metal of his belt buckle.
His forehead presses to yours, while he watches the way your dainty fingers work the leather out through the loop. The white tips of your nails catch his eye when you undo the button of his jeans and his cock twitches at the thought of them pumping him for all he’s worth.
He hisses when you push the denim down his hips, his hard dick springing out to smack against his shirt that you immediately wish wasn’t there. Precum leaks from the angry looking pink tip while your hands fist the hem of the worn cotton, silently begging him to get rid of it. The big vein that follows the curve of his length makes your mouth water as he obliges your pleas, ripping his shirt off and throwing it somewhere you’d have to find later. 
You’re able to really take all of him in like this, his chest is heaving covered with just as many tattoos as the rest of him, the silver chain you’d peeped earlier hanging right in the dip between his pecs. Your eyes follow the dark patch of hair that leads to his cock, long with the kind of girth that you know is going to be a stretch, a strangled whine bubbles out of you at the sight while your thighs spread begging for him.
“God, I want you so bad,” you whine wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer giving into your animalistic instincts. 
“I know baby, me fuckin’ too.” He pumps his cock a few times groaning loud, squeezing hard at the base before pressing the head between your dripping lips. Mesmerized at how they wrap around his tip, his precum mixes messy with your arousal making lewd noises as he sweeps it through your folds.
Body shaking every time he hits your clit, you finally hook your ankles growing impatient when he teases your entrance.
“Fuck. Me.” You get out through gritted teeth, the lopsided grin he’d been giving you all night turns cocky when he pushes the tip in, your head lulls back at the invasion, the silk of your walls desperate to start sucking him deeper.
“Not so sweet now are you, huh?” Pushing himself all the way in, his rough thatch of pubic hair hits your clit when he bottoms out. His confidence falters for a second when a deep moan rips through his chest at the feeling. “So fuckin’ tight baby - shit.”
Your nails dig half crescent moons into his inked skin while you adjust to his size, his nose skimming against your cheek while he whispers how good you take him when your walls start to milk him, your body letting him know it was okay to finally move.
“Feel so good, Eddie, fuck - so good.” Your hips start a slow rock, feeling every ridge and curve of him. Your dress sits rucked up at your waist giving a perfect view of the way you take him, and it’s even better than what his imagination had come up with all night. 
He lets you use him for a minute, big hands resting on your waist — content with just watching the way you coat his cock with everything you have left over for him from the first time he made you cum. 
“That feels good, huh?” Cooing at the way your brows knit together and your mouth falls open, he picks up the pace, taking control. 
Pulling you all the way to the edge, his strokes get deeper, the tip of him hitting the spot that you know Craig would have never found. He pulls his cock out half way, relishing how your velvet walls try to keep him in place, he holds his composure before pushing back in, filling you to the brim. Addicted to the way it makes you gasp his name and arch your back, your body asks him for more when you’re too cock drunk to get the words out.
The straps of your dress start slipping down your shoulders with every thrust, your breasts bouncing just begging for his attention. His cock twitches inside you, it's almost too much. Greedy for more despite fighting the urge to cum, he tugs the front of your dress down to reveal a matching bra to the panties on the floor. Hips stuttering for a moment he growls at the reminder of your date before tugging the lace down, your nipple pebbling instantly for him before he takes it in the heat of his mouth. 
Pushing yourself closer, needing more, your hands find their way to bury themselves in his curls, holding him close. You needed him close. His tongue flicks at your sensitive bud and it makes you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. Your hips finding a way to match his strokes, reigniting the flames deep in your gut. God, he was gonna make you cum again.
He grunts around your breast, spit dripping down your soft skin from his ministrations while the snap of his hips start to get harsher and you know he’s nearing his end. He lets your nipple go with a loud pop before his hand comes up to grip your chin, his lips finding yours in a frantic mess of teeth and battling tongues.
The wood creaks underneath you from the force of his thrusts and the bounce of your ass to meet them. Mouths tangled, you swallow each other's ragged breaths, both of you desperately searching for your end when his fingers find your clit. Rubbing circles with just enough pressure to have your body start to shake against his, he nips at your bottom lip grunting when he feels the way it makes you flutter around him.
“Come on baby, give me another one. Be my sweet girl again and tell me how good I make you cum.” His fingers slip against your clit, fingers wet from how worked up he had you but his words are enough to have your world stop for a second.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Ed-“ Going blind behind your closed eyes he coaxes your second orgasm out of you with a silent scream falling onto his turned up lips. Proud of his work, his hips start picking up their pace inching closer to his own release he’d been fighting off since going down on you. 
“God, - fuck I’m close - where d-do you-?” Sweat drips down his forehead while he struggles to find his words, his impending orgasm making him short circuit.
“Inside, shit - please, I need it, Eddie.” Still needy and barely coming down, your legs around his waist tighten their hold, locking him in place while you use the last of your strength to help get him there. 
“Whatever you’re doing - holy shit , Jesus - I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” His hips press hard against yours when his cock twitches, spilling warm inside your greedy walls that don’t stop asking him for more. His face hides in your neck, the heat of his breath fanning against your sweat kissed skin while his body shakes with his release.
The roll of your hips never stops, just slowing enough to make him shiver after he starts softening, spent inside of you. You know there’s a mess starting to drip but neither one of you has the energy to move just yet. His lips start leaving small kisses along your neck, nose nudging against the space behind your ear and you can feel his smile against your cheek before he finally lifts his head up. The brown in his eyes return to a warm auburn like before when they meet yours.
“Rick is gonna fucking kill me if he ever finds out what happened on this counter tonight.” Rolling your eyes, you snort at his joke before shoving against his chest.
“You’re telling me you don’t fuck all your cute customers behind the bar, Eddie?” Batting your lashes at him, he squeezes your hips with a smirk. 
“Only, the really, really cute ones. I take them to get pancakes at IHOP around the corner, too.” Something shifts in his eyes and you think for a second you might see self doubt in them for the first time all night, “That is, if they still want to.”
“Well lucky for you, I only let bartender’s from The Foxy Lounge take me out.” Nudging your nose against his, your smile touches his lips.
“Sweetheart, you know I’m the only bartender here right?” Grinning like someone who just won the lottery, he quickly gets rid of the space between you, kissing you like it too.
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randomhealer · 1 year ago
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⇢ ˗ˏˋTaking care of a tamagotchi together ࿐ྂ
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writing this since 3am and now it's five, unreviewed, neutral reader
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Malleus Draconia
Malleus is a needy father... he already has a tamagotchi so as soon as you found out about this you automatically became the tamagotchi's mother/father along with him.
Malleus is so happy that his little virtual pet has someone else to take care of him along with Malleus, Malleus also uses this to spend more time with you, you are like a little family...
He will also demand that you spend time with the Tamagotchi, claiming that the pet misses you and feels neglected, he will get upset and pout if you don't spend time with him and the Tamagotchi.
There would definitely be another tamagotchi if you let him have one...like a little brother or sister for your tamagotchi...
but he is content with just one while you take care of him with him there is nothing else that would make him happy.
Jade Leech
Jade just looked at you with his usual smile as you explained about the virtual pet for him to take care of for you before saying a light "oya? if you wanted a child just ask me to make one with you-oh? don't you want to?" It's okay, I was just joking" but after giving him the tamagotchi, he seems to take seriously the idea of ​​being you tamagotchi's father.
all the time he keeps the little thing away from Floyd, feeds him only healthy food, always bathes him and leaves the tamagotchi playing in the virtual park while he works on Lounge, after he comes back he gives the tamagotchi another bath and puts him to bed, Even though it's a virtual pet, he takes care of it as if it were real. After he gives you the tamagotchi back he explains everything that happened, what he ate and what he did, after that he will always take care of your virtual pet if you ask, occasionally you will have discussions about what would be healthy for the "child" of you or not (you saying that the tamagotchi needs to eat more sweets than mushrooms and fruits)
"too much sweets can end up giving them a stomach ache, you know I only want the best for our baby, besides I know you keep feeding him cakes every time you take care of him..." Jade says while talking to you at Mostro Lounge, smiling when he saw you trying to explain yourself.
...Meanwhile, Azul accidentally overheard this little part of the conversation and spent a week thinking about how he was going to ask Jade if he has a child with you or something...
Deuce spade
Deuce was more than happy when you gave him the tamagotchi, he looks at you with those eyes saying 'I'll be the best father in the world, I won't disappoint you' but he ends up forgetting about the tamagotchi and letting him starve to death the same day.
Poor boi...He even took care of him in the first hours, gave him food, bath and affection but the day went on and he was busy studying for a test, he went to the basketball club and even had extra classes with Divus... at the end of the day while he was almost asleep he was scared and remembered the virtual pet... when he saw the dead pet on the screen he was scared and in shock, he didn't know they could die...
he was literally in shock as if he had broken an egg... (old reference lol)
but in the end he knows he wouldn't be able to sleep without telling you this, in the end when he tells you he's almost in tears as he apologizes to you, until you explain that everything was fine and that you could revive another tamagotchi...he stays relieved but still continues to apologize and promises to take better care next time.
(Later Trey and Cater find out about this and help him take care of his pet in the meantime Ace is just laughing in the background)
Floyd leech
Floyd got a little irritated when he saw that you were paying more attention to that thing than him when he came to visit you, so he did the great feat of throwing you Tamagotchi through ramshackle's window.
(just joking about Floyd's part, I was going to do something more detailed but all that comes to my mind is either him throwing the tamagotchi somewhere and forgetting or him trying to eat the poor tamagotchi and not being able to and getting angry about it and ending up breaking lol, I was finally going to sleep but I couldn't without getting it out of my mind... Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it)
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cosmerelists · 1 month ago
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Cosmere Characters with Tamagotchi
Tamagotchi are little virtual pets: you have to feed them (but not overfeed them), clean up after them, and give them attention. Or else they die. How would Cosmere characters feel about having such a device?
1. Shallan
Shallan: Hey, my tamagotchi is doing pretty good! Shallan: I think I might be a natural, despite never having had one as a kid. Pattern: Never had one? What do you mean? Don't you remember the oth- Shallan: SURE LOVE MY ONE AND ONLY TAMAGOTCHI
2. Vin
Elend: Hey Vin...is your tamagotchi cleaning up its own poop? And feeding itself? Vin: Ha ha, yeah! Elend: But...how? Vin: Oh, I discovered the secret backdoor the Lord Ruler apparently created that allows you to make your tamagotchi do stuff for itself. Elend: ...but of course.
3. Raboniel
Raboniel: Die? No, my tamagotchi has never died. Raboniel: Sometimes I do get busy and then it reincarnates into a new body, but that's hardly DYING. Leshwi: I'm not sure that's the intended lore... Raboniel: Any day now the insanity will start to show...
4. Sibling & Navani
Navani: I can feel you staring, Sibling. Sibling: I don't like it. Sibling: It's trapped on that little screen. Navani: It's not actually sentient. It's a pretend pet. Sibling: Like I'd trust a human to know the difference!! Sibling: ... Sibling: It's cute though. You better take good care of it, just in case. Navani: Dont worry; I will.
5. Yumi
Akane: Wow! How many tamagotchi do you have, Yumi?? Yumi: Mmmm, I think I'm up to about 15 or so, why? Akane: How do you take care of so many?! Yumi: So many? I mean, I check in one each of them every 75 minutes or so, go through their needs & wants in turn, and then the cycle repeats. Yumi: Is it...hard? Akane: ... Painter: Trust me--don't even try to understand it.
6. Renarin
Renarin: It's nice that it has meters for hunger, happiness, and training. Renarin: You always know exactly what it wants and needs, just by looking. Rlain: Would be nice if people were more like that. Renarin: It would be so nice!!
7. Adolin
Adolin: You're such a good buddy, little Shelldon! Adolin: You're going to grow so big and strong! Shallan: You sure talk to your tamagotchi a lot, huh? Adolin: Ha ha yeah, I do! Adolin: ...I lowkey wonder if I talk to it enough if it'll turn out to be secretly alive, like Maya. Shallan: ... Adolin: P-Probably not though!
8. Lightsong
Lightsong: Ugh, it's just so NEEDY Lightsong: Beep beep! Feed me! Beep beep! Love me! Beep beep! Clean me up! Lightsong: Why don't you try WORKING for a living, you little leech! Lightsong: ... Lighting: Scoot, I am giving you SO many chances to jump in with a cutting remark about me and you're not taking ANY of them. Llarimar (perfectly seriously): I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Your Grace.
9. Lift
Wyndle: ...another one died, huh, Mistress? Lift: Yeah. Wyndle: I-I think you're overfeeding them. Lift: Don't be silly! Eating will make them stronger--I bet I need to feed them MORE! Lift: The deaths of Tama, Eggy, Gotcha, Omelet, and Togepi will not be in vain! Wyndle: ...You remember them all?!
10. Kaladin
Dalinar: Kaladin, we need to talk...about your tamagotchi obsession. Kaladin (eyes currently glued on the tamagotchi): What do you mean? Dalinar: You're bringing it to all of the meetings. You use Stormlight to lash it to you when you fly. Syl told me you wake up multiple times a night to check on it. Kaladin: Listen, the last three all died, but THIS one is going to make it. I can feel it. I just need to keep my eyes on it at all times. Forever. Dalinar: ... Dalinar: I don't know if tamagotchi are for you.
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forgeofthenine · 1 year ago
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More modern s/o!
Said s/o has some trinkets from our modern world? (Their backpack of stuff yeeted itself at the s/o via wormhole) what objects would the tiefling bachelors be interested in once their s/o comes over to them to show them what they got via the inter dimensional care package system?
I love the term interdimensional care package and I want more excuses to use it in everyday life. These ones are short and sweet, hope you enjoy :)
What modern objects are the bachelors interested in
Dammon
Show this man your cellphone, he is obsessed
He likes seeing anything you have with you that's tech related, a smart watch, a cellphone, even a tamagotchi
Dammons especially excited if you actually let him take them apart, though beware the fact he won't be able to put them back together again
He's very interested in you showing him how they work too, as much as you're able with no WiFi and limited battery
His ears perk up so sweetly as he listens to you talking, eagerly taking in any information he can
If you really want to surprise Dammon, pull out a fire lighter
He's always lighting his forge completely by hand and couldn't even fathom a modern lighter
It's something he's absolutely fascinated by, and easily the one he'll be the most depressed about it breaking and/or running out
Dammons beaming the entire time he's tinkering with your stuff, he's a bit like a toddler thats been given some new toys
Zevlor
Zevlor is curious about all the random stuff you might have in your bag
Lip balm? Hand cream? Random crumpled receipts? He's interested in everything
He'll listen intently as you tell him about every mundane, everyday thing you have hanging out in your bag
What really gets him excited is if you have any books with you
It doesn't matter the genre, he's eagerly reading them from cover to cover
I think Zevlor would be impressed by any classic literature, but he'd have plenty of questions
"Would you be able to explain what 'france' is?"
He'd love a good cheesy romance too, but he's much less vocal about that
You'd find Zevlor hiding away in his makeshift office stumbling through red, white, and royal blue or similar
Rolan
Rolans another one that's interested in books, particularly if you were attending uni or something and had textbooks with you
This might seem a little strange, but I think Rolan would also be interested if you carried medical equipment in your bag
Things like asthma inhalers, EpiPens, or the stuff you need to check blood sugar levels
He's inquisitive by nature, and he also wonders if these types of things can be replicated or replaced through magic
If you had any food in your bag, think a muesli bar or a bottle of cola, then he'll be trying to keep Cal and Lia from insisting on trying it
Rolan will still pretend to be reluctant but he's first in line to try whatever you might offer to them
I feel like he would hate carbonated drinks but Lia loves them
"How do you drink this, it tastes like I've angered it?" "That's what makes it good, Rolan."
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yan-lorkai · 10 months ago
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Been obsessed with diafam lately and I did see you wrote a few hcs for Lilia being a father figure. Can we get some more? 👀❤️
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.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Same, darling. Same! I've been having diafam vibes those past days and I feel that with the newest updates you guys are a little excited too, I received quite a few platonic and romantic rqs for them lately (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)
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.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Lilia spoils you enough, unbearably enough. Lilia likes to match closes with each one of his sons and now with you too, lets you style his hair for him and loves when you infodump him with your newest interest. He remembers everything you said, from a to z, word by word. Though he is that kind of father who drags you to do this and that without asking your opinion, but buys you the tastiest snacks and lets you borrow his phone to play games or something. As soon as you tell him you have a crush on someone, he already knows they're not good enough for you and Lilia lets you know that. He need to get you safe and away from their tainted hands. Otherwise, a very good dad. 100% deserves a "world's best dad" cup.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Silver is calmer and more peaceful to spend time with, despite your father always instigating his brotherly instincts and asking him to protect you and his other siblings, Silver knows that you are capable of taking care of yourself. But he makes it his mission to teach you how to fight if you don't already know, he even teaches you how to fight with a sword, he doesn't want to leave you defenseless if you are in danger and need to defend yourself. Even though he is calm, Silver has his moments, hovering over your shoulder and staring at your friends to the point where it is disconcerting and they feel uncomfortable until they leave. He also likes to take naps with you or on your shoulder, loving the way you play with his hair.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ While Silver is calmer, Sebek is, surprisingly, clingier. He thinks that if Lilia chose you then there is certainly something in you and he spends a lot of time by your side, studying with you, sitting next to you in classes and during lunch, explaining the material if you don't understand and going on errands with you , all while he tries to discover what Lilia saw in you. Whatever it is, Sebek secretly enjoys your presence and protects you from the bad influences that surround you, yelling at them to stay away. Sebek is dedicated to Malleus, but also to you now, as you are the newest addition to his little family.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Malleus as a child hated being isolated in his room, so of course he helps you escape from your room every time Lilia grounds you. He usually takes you sightseeing some ruins and explains to you their stories and how they came to be. Malleus lets you take care of tamagotchi and that's his most precious possession, so you know how much it means to him. The most protective over you, by the way. With a flick of his hands he has your friends running away, afraid of him and the things he can do. But while it's temporary with Silver, with Malleus is definitely. And if you get upset over this, he'll comfort you and explain very condecendently why those were bad people you were letting in your life.
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t4tower-of-t4terror · 2 years ago
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‘Cause I Swear, I’d Burn This City Down to Show You the Light
Malleus Draconia x gn reader fluff
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Malleus looked forward to your moments together more than anything in this world. He found himself waiting for nightfall, waiting until he could talk with you in front of Ramshackle underneath the light of the moon.
He saw you with your friends every once in a while, laughing and smiling as you all talked. He didn't know what the feeling in his chest was when he saw that. He wanted to bring you those feelings. Malleus would do anything to preserve that smile.
He didn’t know how often he made you smile. Your eyes lit up as you saw the glowing green fireflies through your window. They always preceded his appearance. And before you could blink, there he was, tall and ethereally handsome and standing in your shoddy garden yet again.
The air around you buzzed with his magic. It held the same weight as the air before a late-summer storm. You told him months ago that he was always invited to hang around your dorm and the glow of his joy hung in the air like the glow of his fireflies (were they his? You didn’t know). And so he sat cross-legged on a pillar in front of your home, holding his little egg-shaped tamagotchi in his hands.
Malleus’ head shot up as he heard the loud creak of your door as you rushed to meet him, parcel in hand. You were bounding with energy. The usual fatigue of your nighttime encounters hadn’t hit you yet.
“Hello child of man. What do you have there?” the fae prince asked, cocking his head to the side in the way he often does when confused. You find it endearing.
“Well, it’s your birthday, right? I wanted to be the first one to give you a present!” Malleus felt a pull in his chest, as if his heart was jumping out from his ribcage.
“You remembered? In all honesty, I hadn’t even noticed that the clock had already struck midnight,” he said, trying to cover up the emotion in his voice at you remembering such a small detail about him. A detail he didn’t even remember telling you.
“Lilia came up to me about a week or two ago to tell me that your birthday was today. I wanted to do something for you, so here!” you placed the parcel in his hands.
He carefully undid the wrapping paper to see a bracelet made of shiny plastic beads and string. The beads were green, black, and purple all in an organized sequence. In the middle of the bracelet was “Tsunotarou” spelled out in silver cube-shaped beads with black lettering. Malleus’ eyes widened. He slipped it around his hand and it fit perfectly against his wrist.
“I’m sorry it’s not much. I know you’re probably used to bigger presents. It does glow in the dark, if that makes it any better,” you say, slightly embarrassed that you’re giving the prince of Briar Valley a glow-in-the-dark kandi bracelet.
He takes your hands into his. Softness leaks into his emerald eyes. He’s smiling with similar softness. You can see that he is moved to tears. Malleus experiences his senses and emotions in the strongest ways possible. He is often composed out of necessity. But he lets that mask drop around you. He lets himself be emotional and he talks about the things he loves. And in this moment, the contact of your hands on his holds an intimacy beyond description.
“This means more than you could ever imagine,” Malleus says.
“I have one, too. I had extra beads after making yours. So I made one with your nickname for me. We can match now, if you want,” you say, removing your hands from his grasp to rustle through your pants pocket and pull out your bracelet.
It is in the same colors, except now it says “child of man” in the same silver and black beads. Malleus gasps softly when he sees it, when he sees how the moonlight glints off of the plastic. He takes the bracelet from you and takes your hand again. He slips the elastic string onto your wrist with the same affection that a lover would slip an engagement ring onto the finger of their betrothed. It’s deeply emotional to a point where it feels silly. You’re both on the verge of tears over exchanging bead bracelets. He does not let go of your hand.
Wordlessly, he lifts your hand to his face, pressing his lips against the bump of your knuckle. Your breath catches in your throat.
“Thank you for this gift you’ve bestowed upon me. I will not remove it. You are kinder to me than anyone has been in centuries. I cannot thank you enough, child of man.” Fae do not often cry, but Malleus feels as if he might.
“I also have ice cream inside, if you want,” you offer, breaking him from his spell-like daze.
"Do you want me to stay? It's late," he says.
"Yes, of course I do. I got it just for you. You're always invited here," and he squeezes your hand, unaware that he's even doing so.
"In that case, it would be my pleasure," Malleus says. He is calm, yet sincere.
You walk hand-in-hand to the kitchen of Ramshackle, where a shoddy mini fridge resides on a countertop. You pull out two rectangles, white and wrapped in plastic.
"What kind of ice cream is this?" He sounds excited. You know it's his favorite food.
"It's ice cream sandwiches. They're Neapolitan, so it's vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry all together" and his excitement shows in his face, grateful as you offer him one.
You watch as he tears open the wrapper and sinks his pristinely white fangs into the chocolate cookie and ice cream. He quickly goes into another bite as you start to dig into yours. You can hear the beads on his wrist softly click against each other as his hand moves.
"So? Thoughts?" You ask, licking your lips of the remains of ice cream.
"I like it. I think the addition of all three flavors is unique. If you are more particularly interested in one flavor over the others, you can eat that one first. Or last, if you're so inclined. I prefer to eat my favorite part of a dish last, to savor it the most." You listen as he explains his ice cream preferences.
"Thank you, child of man. You have brought more joy to my life than you could ever know," and you smile. That smile that caused him to fall so hard.
"Could I request one more thing of you?" He asks.
"Yes of course, Tsunotarou," you say with that same smile.
"Could you stay by my side like this? I know about your desire to return home, but I cannot fathom a future without you." He is so tender and earnest in this request-slash-confession that you feel as if the world is just the two of you.
You have grown fond of this world. You looked at your future in your old world with a sense of looming dread. Now, that dread was finally replaced with hope. Despite everything, you were happy here. You had been planning to ask Crowley to cancel his efforts to return you home. You were going to break the news to Malleus after that, but now seemed like a better time.
“Of course I will. I was secretly hoping you’d ask. I know I miss my old world, but this world is kinder to me than that one ever was. I want to stay by your side, Malleus. I want to stay for as long as you’ll have me.” You are just as tender as he is and he perks up in joy.
“It would be an honor to have you with me. I will write home for my grandmother to set up the preparations,” he says, his smooth baritone voice filled to the brim with excitement.
“Preparations? For what?” You ask, slightly confused.
“Our arrival and the announcement of my future co-ruler of the Briar Valley.”
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Feeling and looking good 🌈 (Patreon)
#Doodles#Even tho it hasn't been that long it still feels like I while since I've been in my doodle rotation lol just a lower density for a while#I forget if I mentioned the first time my favourite chair broke? It doesn't feel familiar in my head so I'll give a quick rundown lol#I frequent a rocking chair <3 It's the blue one I sometimes draw digitally :D And it's starting to show its age haha#I'm not very gentle on furniture - as evidenced by it breaking Again lol#There's a specific screw in its front-right support that takes the most pressure from me getting up and sitting down#It gets stressed and stretched and is more prone to breaking just from use and it's a very integral piece!#This time it broke Really good like I thought I could fix it myself - I could not lol the screw casing had to be removed from the wood pft#But it's fixed now! Back to rocking :) Yaay <3#Small silly set of wanting attention haha#Got it in small increments! But got it! Fully! Always happy for it haha#What was that joke doodle I made once - something like ''I have to be talked to every [XX] hours or I'll get sad'' lol#I mean it's not Untrue pft#I enjoy it <3#And the last one! Multimedia art actually!! Ah!#The latest CJ the X video about fashion Spoke To Me - I mean most of their work tends to lol but this one...yeah#Being raised in disparate little pockets of culture unfixed from a larger cultural language and feeling lost for it......../yeah/#And I do find a lot of comfort in the question being reframed from ''What do you like'' to ''Who are you? What are you?''#I don't know what I like! Not style-wise not on this body that I'm in possession of! I like what's comfortable but that doesn't Say much#Using fashion as a signal to others that I'd very much like to be viewed a certain way and learning the ''words'' to communicate that! Ah!!#So I looked up some What-and-Who fashions I wanted to emulate and ended up in an outfit of my own clothes that looked really great on me!!#Tank top with rolled-up sleeves on the button down over it - defuser necklace - my favourite black pants and shoes with Tamagotchis hehe#And of course my rainbow bracelet <3 I felt quite handsome :)#It's not something I've done again since with different clothes but it makes me Want to! I want to be seen by those I'm winking at haha#I think it's quite lovely :)
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novellafaire · 2 years ago
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TWST BOYS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND
Just some headcanons on what I think they would be like as boyfriends ♡
Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia (here!)
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• this man is a hardcore simp for you
• he admires how you don’t fear him, and that you instead seek him out, treating him as you would anyone else
• given that you’re dating, it means he trusts you wholeheartedly already, and that he plans on maintaining this relationship long term forever
• nightly walks!!
• it’s so peaceful, and the chances of people interrupting you are slim, so he enjoys taking the time to spend with you
• please listen to his rants about gargoyles
• if you do, and can remember what he says about them, he’ll fall even harder for you
• just the fact you’re trying makes him unbelievably happy
• ice cream dates!!
• two things he enjoys at the same time; you, and ice cream
• given that he is a heir apparent to the throne, he will warn you about the responsibilities you’ll have to deal with in the future because you’re dating him
• if you pursue the relationship even after knowing that, he’ll be so happy and relieved
• more possessive than he is jealous
• he is a dragon after all
• he’s more envious of the amount of people you know, and how people aren’t scared to approach you, nonetheless talk to you
• his possessiveness shows when other people are affectionate to you
• is that thunder in the background?—
• he does not appreciate it when people start flirting with you, and he will make his presence known if that happens, which effectively stops the person
• comfort him and shower him in affection when this happens
• he loves your affection so much
• not big on PDA, given his princely status, but in private he is extremely affectionate
• holds you in his arms all the time, which is incredibly comforting given his tall stature
• will let you touch his horns, but they are sensitive so be gentle
• finds your compliments endearing, but if you called him cute or something sweet like that, he may malfunction for a minute
• will want you to get a tamagotchi as well so Roaring Drago can have a friend!!
• you guys take care of them together like they’re your children
• nobody would dare to mess with you. period.
• if they know you’re dating *the* Malleus Draconia, then they know not to bother you unless they have a death wish
• Malleus is protective of you and he makes that very clear
• arguments don’t really happen that much, but if they do it’s not explosive and usually can be resolved easily by just talking it out
• most of the time it’s probably caused by miscommunication
• will often pay you random visits at Ramshackle
• would absolutely MELT if you made sure to invite him to things
• that means the world to him
• Lilia adores you so much, and was very much a wingman in helping you and Malleus get together
• he’ll make sure both of you guys are happy in the relationship and are being treated right
• Silver doesn’t have much of an opinion of your relationship, he trusts Malleus’ judgement
• he will protect you ardently though as well
• Sebek… has very mixed feelings about you
• on one hand, he’s appalled that Malleus would allow himself to love a “lowly human”
• and before you and Malleus began to officially date, Sebek would constantly try to keep you away from Malleus
• except that always backfired and made Malleus irritated
• and so now that you’re officially dating, he’ll actively protect you as well, given that you’re the lover of his Lord
• would definitely show you his dragon form if you wanted him to
• he would bend over backwards to make anything you wished for to come true
• he spoils you
• even if you want something practically impossible, he will somehow make it happen
• would love for you to meet his grandmother, but understands how intimidating it would be for you, so he’s willing to wait until you become more comfortable with the idea of entering a royal family
• loves telling you stories
• and listening to anything you say
• every word that comes out of your mouth he will cherish beyond a doubt
• he will research any of your interests, and actively ask you questions about it so he can hear you talk more about them
• over all, Malleus is the type of boyfriend who will love you deeply and immensely ♡
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• chaotic
• will actively try to jumpscare you because he finds your reactions amusing and adorable
• loves surprises
• would always try to cook you food and give it to you, but thankfully Silver (a literal godsend) will always swoop in and save you from having to eat his father’s cooking
• Upside down kisses!!
• Lilia loves doing those because he gets to catch you off guard while also getting a kiss
• to him it’s perfect
• also loves to pepper your face with kisses
• and pinch your cheeks
• is totally fine if you do it back to him as well
• on that note, he doesn’t mind PDA at all
• also lowkey enjoys how it embarrasses Silver (and Sebek)
• he will sing to you
• if you can’t sleep, you’ll get to hear one of his infamous lullabies
• he will also play pranks on you a lot
• would love it if you gamed with him
• not at all a jealous person
• he’s been alive long enough to understand that he shouldn’t feel that way — he loves you and you love him, and that’s all that matters
• if someone did try to flirt with you, he would be more amused than anything else (unless ofc you were uncomfortable)
• Silver and Sebek are usually the ones to stop anybody else’s advances on you
• he will tell you stories of things he’s been through
• sometimes they’re so far fetched that you doubt he’s being serious, but he always is
• if someone talked bad about you or messes with you, Diasomnia will band together to take care of them
• Lilia would corner the perpetrator, condemn them for their actions/words, and then let Silver and Sebek take over, under the pretense of letting them train their knightly skills
• he would probably teach you at least basic self defense so he knows you can be safe even if he’s not around
• you’re seen as the other parent in Diasomnia… even though chances are you’re significantly younger than them ( at least Malleus and Lilia)
• he’s amazing at comforting you when you’re upset
• his dad instincts kick in and he’s coddling you in his arms, listening to you and then giving his perspective
• headpats!!
• arguments don’t happen much between you guys because Lilia has a lot of experience and he knows how to avoid such issues
• loves floating by you, and teasing you when you can’t reach something
• Malleus is fond of you because Lilia is the person who has been by his side his whole life, so he’s happy that Lilia has found someone he loves
• Sebek respects you greatly because of how much he respects Lilia — he is nothing less than a gentleman when you’re around
• Silver appreciates you greatly
• at first he was unsure of you (because he only wanted the best for his father), but when he saw the way Lilia looked at you
• he knew just how much you meant to him
• so now Silver will do anything he can to protect you as well
• over all, Lilia would be a very fun and chaotic boyfriend ♡
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• such a gentleman
• he’s literally so sweet to you omg
• most of your dates are you guys cuddling, but it’s great because Silver is literally the best cuddled there is
• anytime you sleep by him, it’s the best sleep you’ve ever had
• the fact you don’t judge him for his habit makes him so thankful as well
• the animals that always seem to surround him grow fond of you as well
• he isn’t much of a jealous person because he trusts you immensely
• but that doesn’t mean he likes it when people flirt with you, and so he’ll be by your side in a heartbeat
• sometimes he does get worried though that you might leave him for someone who can always give you their full attention ):
• will teach you how to use a sword if you wanted to
• especially because it helps him feel more comfortable knowing you could defend yourself
• not that he thought you couldn’t before, it just helps reassure him, that’s all
• horseback riding dates!!
• if you’ve never ridden a horse before, that’s okay, he’ll guide you
• he also loves it when you guys ride on one horse together, so you can wrap your arms around his waist with one of his hands resting over yours
• would also love it if you came to watch him in the equestrian club
• if someone talks bad about you or messes with you, they’ll witness one of the rare instances where Silver is genuinely mad
• he will tell them off for how wrong their actions were, and then proceed to make sure you were alright
• on that note, he’s okay at comforting verbally, but amazing at comforting physically
• his hugs are so soft and sweet, and you can feel how much he cares about you
• he doesn’t see the point in PDA, but it’s not uncommon to find you guys napping together out in the open
• his hugs are the best
• always has a soft smile on his face when you’re around or when he talks about you
• Lilia also played wingman for him
• Silver always feels terrible if he fell asleep on accident while you were talking
• but he always reassures you that he was listening to everything you said (which is true)
• will protect you from his father’s cooking
• does everything a gentleman would do
• gives sleepy kisses that are so soft and gentle
• arguments are essentially nonexistent between you two, given that his personality is incredibly calm that it also exudes a sense of calmness to those around him
• that, and you guys make sure to communicate well
• will hold your hand and bring it up to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles
• forehead kisses!!
• he loves it when you play with his hair while he’s sleeping, especially when he can lay his head in your lap
• he will praise you, but not excessively
• Malleus likes you and is happy that you’re simply there for Silver
• Sebek thinks it’s ludicrous for Silver to have a partner when his sole duty should be to protect Malleus
• Sebek will complain about Silver’s lack of dedication to Malleus, but deep down he is glad Silver has found someone he loves
• Lilia absolutely LOVES you
• he’s so happy his son found a person he loves, and is so supportive
• he’s constantly teasing you guys, but he does it out of the goodness of his heart
• will 100% tell embarrassing stories of Silver as a child
• but seriously, he’s happy that Silver has someone else he can rely on
• especially cause he knows Silver’s lifespan isn’t the same as that of the fae…
• he’s glad that he knows Silver will always be happy with you around
• Silver is very happy that you and his father get along
• cause his father means the world to him
• over all, Silver is the sweetest boyfriend you could ever want ♡
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• …
• why
• not going to lie, he probably never thought he would date anyone
• because to him his sole purpose was to protect Malleus
• and to be completely honest, that won’t change. Malleus will forever continue to be his main priority
• buuuut he does genuinely care for you (even if he refuses to admit it)
• he [affectionately] yells at you constantly
• and will lecture to you about how wonderful Malleus is
• but if will also listen to anything you have to say, no matter what it may be
• refuses to admit he’s a jealous person, and will always make up excuses
• the moment someone flirts with you though? he’s right there yelling at them
• arguments happen quite often to be honest
• and most of the time they have to do with his appreciation obsession of Malleus
• they can get pretty explosive as well, given his extreme emotions
• so it’s best to just give each other space before trying to solve the issue
• he loves it when you go to the equestrian club though because it gives him an opportunity to showcase his amazing skills
• will also teach you how to ride a horse, but he’s not exactly the best teacher there is
• he’s trying though
• he’s also not great at comforting people, given his inherently loud nature
• he’ll be very stiff while holding you in his arms, and gets flustered as he tries to think of ways to help you
• not a fan of PDA because he thinks it’s unbecoming of a knight
• ( and totally not because he gets easily flustered by the affection )
• will hold your hand tho, under the pretense of ensuring you don’t get lost
• even if you’re literally in your room
• if someone talked bad about you or bothered you, he would immediately be there to defend your name and honor
• basically he yells at them
• he’ll be extremely happy if you not only listen to his praises of Malleus, but if you also participated in them too (except he may feel the slightest twinge of jealousy)
• Malleus likes you, he just wishes Sebek would give you more attention
• on a similar note, Silver feels bad for you
• he will also roll his eyes at all of Sebek’s antics
• Lilia believes that your presence will help Sebek grow as a person, and is very supportive
• Sebek would love for you to meet his parents, but he would never admit that
• he really admires his mom so her opinion of you would matter quite a bit to him
• he just wants to make sure she also likes you
• with that in mind, Sebek would be a very interesting boyfriend ♡
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dailypokemoncrochet · 3 months ago
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I think I've only had my website for like 3 weeks but I love it so much. Look I made a button for it too!
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I think I've figured out how I want the pokeamidex galleries to look, but now I have to consider whether I really want to have 2 separate galleries for each Pokemon. The Pokeamidex ones are going to be more detailed tho and look fancier and tie more directly into this as a project (like the dates that I made the Pokemon, blurbs about crocheting that specific pictured crochet), while the current galleries are just every picture I have for each Pokemon. I'm leaning towards two separate galleries even if it feels a bit redundant just because I want each to look a certain way that I can't reconcile if I put them together.
Still haven't figured out the random page thing because I think there's something I gotta do with javascript and or server and or arrays about it. The information is still stirring in my brain.
Not sure how to do the PC box with sprites thing either but I think it's going to end up being kind of like how some sites have little tamagotchis or pokewalker widget-y things, so I've been poking around those a bit. Is it going to be like a bunch of images of the PC boxes as a background, with a grid overlaid on it so I can arrange the sprites on it, and then coding for buttons to switch out the PC image box/sprite sets? To be learned!
Also I want to make a calendar showing what Pokemon I made on which days, like how I used to do in the beginning of this project (example) but none of these calendar code tips/tutorials are quite what I want. So that's also still swirling in my mind.
I think it's really funny that I will literally take breaks from crocheting for the project by doing stuff for the website for this project. Then I'll take breaks from the website by crocheting. You know this already but wow I really do think about crochet pokemon daily like all the time always. Which again is not news to anyone because I've literally crocheted more than 684 Pokemon at this point.
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xaefanfictions · 2 years ago
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The Saiki K cast taking care of their crush's Tamagotchi
Characters: Saiki Kusuo, Kaidou Shun, Aren Kuboyasu, Teruhashi Kokomi, Nendou Riki
Author note: I want Aren and Kaidou to take care of my little Kevin so badly (yes, I called mine Kevin because I thought it was funny)
Listening to: Backyard Boy - Claire Rosinkranz
01:43 ━━━━●───── 02:10
⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻
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Saiki Kusuo:
↪ Surprisingly, Kusuo accepts to look after your Tamagotchi.
↪ Even more surprising is the fact that he actually enjoys taking care of your virtual pet! Well, at first. He can not stand the constant ringing for too long.
↪ He likes how mindless this is, how he doesn't have to feel overqualified for the job but like a regular teenager being of service to a fellow classmate that he may or may not fancy.
↪ His parents are teasing him to no end. His mother is gushing about her son being able to raise a child, and his dad chimes in, crying because he is not ready to be a grandfather yet. They are just as overdramatic as always.
↪ He gives it back to you in due time and in good shape, secretly hoping that you would go to him for help like this more often.
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Kaidou Shun:
↪ Even if it clashes horribly with his dark persona, Shun would do anything you ask him to. And that includes taking care of Mimitchi while you're away.
↪ He starts calling it the Egg of Discord when the others laugh at him for carrying a "girly" toy around. He also says that it holds immense powers and serves as a talisman to keep Dark Reunion away.
↪ He probably needs to ask his mother for help with the controls but would rather die than straight up go to her, so he figures them out by himself.
↪ Kaido takes a liking to your Tamagotchi and secretly babies it like he would an actual human baby. He talks to it in an "UwU" voice and sleeps with it beside his pillow.
↪ When you come back, he proudly gives you the Egg of Discord back with a smirk before asking very shyly for a hug because he missed you a whole lot.
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Kuboyasu Aren:
↪ Since he wants to make friends and pass as a regular teenager, Aren gladly accepts to look after your virtual pet (it might also be because he has a big fat crush on you, who knows).
↪ He carries it everywhere to hear it ring and make sure it does not die on him. He wouldn't want to upset you after all!
↪ If anyone makes fun of him for carrying a toy around, he will scar them for life, either mentally or physically. No one will say anything negative about your precious little angel under his watch.
↪ He is not a fan of the constant ringing, but he couldn't even bring himself to throw it against the nearest wall when Kuchipatchi suddenly shit itself in the middle of the night. How sweet <3
↪ He will hand it back to you alive and well for sure! He was careful with it and defended its honor until the very last second.
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Teruhashi Kokomi:
↪ Little Miss Kokomi gladly agrees to watch over your little one. It is not like she likes you or anything! It really is just because she has an image to keep up! D-Don't get the wrong idea!
↪ She probably sees it as you wanting to bless your silly toy with her god-like presence because of her bloated ego. She thinks very highly of herself for giving you a hand.
↪ She knows how to care for a Tamagotchi, mainly because she had her mother's as a child. It brings back some nostalgia.
↪ She gives it back to you in good shape, with a smile that would make any boy fall in love. When you take it from her and your hands touch, she explodes into a blush and runs away in shame.
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Nendou Riki:
↪ Riki has no idea how to care for a Tamagotchi, but he will still accept because it means a lot to his best pal (and crush, but he's too dumb to realize that he likes you).
↪ Futabatchi is going to see some twisted shit.
↪ Riki asks his mother for help because he has no idea how this thing works. She used to have one as a teen, so she thankfully knows how to keep the virtual pet alive.
↪ Realistically, so many things could go wrong: forgetting about it and how to control it, crushing it by sitting on it, losing it somewhere, letting it die miserably...
↪ If he somehow manages to hand it to you alive, it is probably drowning in shit and sick. Riki will ask you to eat ramen with him as a reward for taking good care of it.
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sweethoneyrose83 · 3 months ago
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90s-inspired dialogue prompts
"Dude, did you hear? The new Nirvana album just dropped. We have to hit the record store before it sells out!"
"I swear, if I don’t beat this level in Mario, I’m throwing the controller across the room!"
"You've got mail! Wait, hold on, my dial-up is still connecting."
"Why would you spend $50 on a pager? Just call me on my landline, duh!"
"Have you seen the new episode of Friends? I need to talk about Ross and Rachel!"
"I'm telling you, AOL chat rooms are where it's at. You can meet people from anywhere!"
"Whatever. As if! Like I’m gonna wear that to the mall."
"Let’s meet up at Blockbuster later. I’m thinking about renting Clueless again."
"I just recorded that new song off the radio onto my mixtape. It's going to be on repeat all day."
"Mom said we could use the car, but we have to rewind the VHS before we return it!"
"No way. I heard they're working on something called a DVD. I don't get it. Why change VHS?"
"The Tamagotchi is dying again. I don't know how many times I can save this thing."
"I just got my first Walkman. CDs sound so much better than cassettes!"
"We should totally prank call that radio station and request Backstreet Boys for the hundredth time."
"Okay, I got a quarter—I'm gonna use the payphone and see if anyone wants to hang out."
"I'm recording TRL later. I can't miss that new Britney Spears music video."
"What do you mean you don’t have a MySpace account? It’s, like, the thing right now."
"If my parents pick up the phone while I’m online, it’s going to cut me off. Don’t call the house!"
"I just burned you a CD with all the best songs from the radio. You’re going to love it!"
"If this Y2K thing actually messes up our computers, I’m never trusting technology again."
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"Dude, you won’t believe what I just found at Blockbuster!"
"No way! Did they finally get 'The Matrix' in stock?"
"Why do you always hog the phone line? I’ve been waiting for my AOL dial-up for like, forever!"
"Chill out, I’m trying to finish this important call on my pager."
"Man, you’re dressed like you just walked out of a Nirvana concert."
"It’s called grunge, bro. You wouldn’t understand."
"I’m telling you, Tamagotchis are like, the future."
"Yeah, if the future is taking care of a digital pet all day."
"I just taped the season finale of ‘Friends,’ wanna come over and watch it?"
"As long as there’s pizza, I’m in. Could I be any more excited?"
"My Tamagotchi just died because I was too busy playing with my new Game Boy Color!"
"You need to get your priorities straight."
"Can you believe they canceled 'Saved by the Bell'? Zack and Kelly forever, man."
"Yeah, but the new season of 'Fresh Prince' is all that."
"I just bought a stack of CDs, now my Discman’s set for the road trip."
"As long as you don’t hit a bump and make it skip!"
"I got an email from this girl I met in a chatroom last night."
"Email? You should’ve just asked for her AIM screen name."
"I heard they're coming out with something called a DVD next year."
"Pfft, like that’ll replace my VHS collection."
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At the Mall:
Character 1: "Dude, if we don’t get to the food court soon, I’m gonna pass out. I need a slice of Sbarro pizza, stat!"
Character 2: "Chill, we'll get there. But first, I’m grabbing this Nirvana shirt—Kurt would want me to have it."
Dial-Up Drama:
Character 1: "I was this close to beating my high score on Pac-Man, and then someone picked up the phone and killed the connection!"
Character 2: "Ugh, the struggle is real. Why do we even have one line for the internet and the phone?"
Movie Night:
Character 1: "Blockbuster was out of Jurassic Park again! I had to settle for Space Jam."
Character 2: "As if that’s a problem! Michael Jordan and Looney Tunes? That’s a classic, man!"
Mixtape Meltdown:
Character 1: "I made you this mixtape—front to back, all the jams you love."
Character 2: "Wait, you recorded over my TLC album? You’re gonna be scrubs to me forever!"
School Day Crush:
Character 1: "He passed me a note in history class! I swear, it's love."
Character 2: "Let me see that… it just says 'Wanna hang at the arcade later?' So romantic…"
First Cell Phone:
Character 1: "Dude, check it out, I finally got a cell phone!"
Character 2: "That’s not a cell phone, it’s a brick! You gonna carry that in your backpack?"
The Internet:
Character 1: "I just spent an hour downloading one song on Napster. Totally worth it."
Character 2: "Better hope the FBI doesn’t show up at your door. They take that stuff seriously."
Fashion Emergency:
Character 1: "What’s up with the butterfly clips and platform shoes? Are you going for the full Spice Girls look?"
Character 2: "You say that like it’s a bad thing. Girl Power is forever."
After School TV:
Character 1: "Hurry up! Fresh Prince is on in like five minutes!"
Character 2: "Not until I’m done watching Sailor Moon, this episode’s a big deal!"
Computer Lab Chaos:
Character 1: "Why does this computer keep freezing? I’ve got to finish my PowerPoint for tomorrow."
Character 2: "You’re probably running too many programs. Close Oregon Trail before you get another 'Your ox has died' message."
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systematicallyinlove · 4 months ago
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Fleeting(Yandere Tamagotchi x Reader Pt 1.)
[Yes this is heavily based on dachabo because I love it so much but I wish there was more of a story.]
TW: Guilt tripping, obsessive behavior, strangulation, implied murder, forced kissing, pretty mundane type shit for a yandere
Part 2
“The fuck is it?” You’re blunt in your confusion of why he’s in your house and what’s in his hand.
Taking it in stride as always Silas gives you a grin and places the small egg shaped device in your hand. An unhealthy amount of what you presume to be dust and dirt coat it except for around the screen where it seemed he’d wiped it off with his thumb leaving behind a residual print.
“It’s one of those virtual pet thingys. Found it while I was checking out the abandoned factory by the waterfall.”
This gets a start from you having previously thought anything worth finding there had already been taken or destroyed by teens of eras past. Obviously this was not the case. “Where in there did you find this?”
A wide smirk spreads across his face, “okay so I was towards the back end where all the offices are right? And I was going through the desk drawers for probably the millionth time when I noticed a hole in the bottom of one going into the floor. Nearly pissed myself when I stuck my hand in and felt something. It was this locked box though.” He drops his backpack clattering to your bedroom floor, the sound of metal evident. He pulls out the box unceremoniously shoving it into your lap. Placing the virtual pet to the side you inspect the box. The rust was evident, several holes showing themselves likely being how the inside found itself in such a mess and the pet in turn.
“Whacked it open and found that thing inside. Real fuckin weird right?”
“Damn is, who the fuck goes through all that just to hide a toy. Only to leave it after the place shut down.” You put the box next to you on the bed, once more taking the game into your hands. Very Clearly pleased with himself, Silas sits close to you on the bed.
“So wanna see if it works?” He leans in inches from touching you.
“You haven’t tried it?”
“No, of course not. The moment I saw it I thought of you and I thought it’s be more fun for you to try.”
That was uncharacteristically thoughtful of him. Normally he wouldn’t have the patience nor really care about little trinkets like this. It’s sweet.
“Thank you…” you find it impossible to stave off the embarrassed smile from your lips. Still slightly flustered you press what looks to be the power button on the side out of politeness. You know it won’t work. This thing must’ve been in there for ages rusting away but on the off chance it does still work, the batteries have to be long dead. And yet, despite the logic of everything you know, the device as if just to put you in your place springs to life.
A company name flashes across the screen faster than you can read it along with small retro sounds before you're met face to face with what you think to be a dog boy.
That's… not what you were anticipating…
“Is it supposed to be part human?”
“I guess so. Huh never seen one like this…”
You stare blankly back at the ravenette male, his husky like ears just barely twitching. Still he remains practically stock still. Well you suppose that makes sense. You probably need to interact with him first. You press one of the buttons. Nothing. You try again. Nothing. You try a different one. Also nothing.
“Is it broken?” Silas reaches over, tapping his finger against the screen. You smack his hand away, “quit it! You’re just gonna make it dirtier.”
The pair of you wait a few more moments before Silas gets to his feet with a sigh. “Sorry, I was really hoping it’d work. I wanted to get you something cool as a late birthday gift.”
“Is that what this is about? Wait wait so that's why you went in the first place!” Silas looks away clearly caught and embarrassed to meet your scrutiny.
You jump to your feet pulling the tall boy into an embrace. His midnight hair mixing with yours as you speak into the side of his head, “dammit I already told you that I don’t need anything from you. You being here with me has always been enough and always will be.”
He nuzzles his face into your shoulder wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I know but… god it feels like shit not being able to get you a single thing over $5. Especially if it could help you feel better about-”
“I know but for me, please stop worrying about it.” You pull away and hold his hands and look up into his eyes. “Okay?”
“Of course, anything you want.”
The pair of you smile at each other before Silas slowly pulls away. “I have to get going, got a shift in 30 minutes.”
“I know…” a tinge of sadness mars your features but you make sure to turn away.
“I’ll see you soon, alright? We still have the rest of summer to hangout.”
“Yeah it’s fine, see you later.” As you speak Silas finishes gathering his things. He flashes you one last grin which you return in kind before he shuts the door to your room. A sigh tumbles from your lips as you fall onto your bed. You turn your head to examine the small device next to it. You pick it up and hold it above your face. It’s still on, the same image of the man present. “You sure are pretty,” you mumble. You try a few more of the buttons all with as expected no success. It’d been so exciting when it actually turned on just for it to not even work. Maybe that’s why it was left behind. Still something about it is charming, maybe just in the way any normal tamagotchi is, or because it was a gift from Silas. It could also just be the way the character smiles back at you.
Wait.
What???
Your eyes shoot back onto the device still held above your head. The man now had a large grin spread across his face, his tail wagging quickly behind him. You try the buttons again, still nothing but clearly something in there was working.
“What’s your name?”
You blink for a moment not quite sure if you’d heard what you believed you had. The questioning look on his smiling face does seem to indicate so. It spoke. The toy just spoke to you. Is there a keyboard option to input your name or?
“How do I work this thing???” You mumble once more.
“I can explain but shouldn’t introductions come first?” He laughs as he speaks.
He- he can hear you. It’s not a question, more of an observation like how beautiful the leaves are in autumn or how Silas always manages to be late.
“I’m… (Y/n).”
His smile grows which you hadn’t thought possible before. He samples the new information, “(Y/n)… (Y/n)…” he seems to arrive at a verdict spitting it back out like wine at a tasting. “(Y/n), I could say that for hours. So pretty!”
You sit up cradling the device in your hands now looking down at it.
“…and what's your name?” Everything feels surreal but excitement does bubble in you nonetheless, that slow simmer edging you on.
“Prince!” He happily barks out for you. “I’m your new pet right!? I can’t wait to play together! Oh there’s so much for me to show you! I thought I must be dreaming at first, I was so shocked! I’m happy now though, it’s been so long since someone’s talked to me!” The corners of his lips seem to glitch at that last remark but you hardly notice.
“Are you an ai?” It’s the only explanation you could think of.
“Ai? What’s that? I’m Prince! I already said that silly!” Based off of his face you take his statement at face value as him really not understanding.
“Artificial intelligence, because I mean you can talk to and understand me but you’re not… human, are you? Like you’re not someone just controlling this thing?”
He shakes his head matter of factly. “Nope, I sure wish I was though!” Something about that unnerved you but you supposed it was only natural, he’d been stuck alone for so long. How smart was this thing and if it really is sentient then should you feel bad for all the time it’d been trapped. And who would leave behind such an incredible invention in the first place?
Hundreds of questions swirl in your head but for some reason the first you find yourself voicing is, “are you hungry?”
His eyes seem to sparkle. “Oh I’m starving! Let me teach you how to feed me!” And from there for the next hour he showed you the full maintenance he required, showers, food, play, clothes.
“I feel like you should pick. It’s your body right?”
“But you're supposed to pick for me!” He looks at you almost as if you're a child struggling with a basic concept.
“Isn’t there anything here you want though? The only thing I want is for you to be happy.” He hesitates for a moment, clearly taken aback by your words before he throws a glance over his shoulder at the clothing rack. “If that’s what you want I suppose I should…” tentatively he walks over and selects a black leather jacket, placing it over the white shirt he was already wearing and zipping it up part of the way. The collar is decorated in small silver studs that match the dark gray of the jeans he selects.
Instantaneously they’re on his body and he looks over to the mirror. A small grin stretches across his features as he examines himself. It quickly disappears however as he hurriedly looks to you, a slight look of panic in his eyes. “Do you like it…? If punk isn’t your thing I can… uhm…”
You smile trying not to laugh, “you look fantastic but I’m even more happy to see you in something that makes you happy. You should always do what you really want, okay?” He nods appreciably at you, relief evident on his face as he returns to examining himself in the mirror.
When the two of you were finally done with the tutorials you sat talking for a bit. He was exactly like a real person. You explained to him that you were on summer break after your second year of college and would be going back in the fall. He told you about how when he’d been made he was the first of his kind, only a prototype. His creator was going to pitch him to the owners of the company but after placing him in that box in the hole he never returned.
“I’m really sorry about that, I wish I could help you find him.”
“It’s alright, I like you much better!”
He was just saying that of course but it still made your chest feel warm. You turn your gaze out your window. Only the last glimmer of twilight is still visible as stars overtake the sky. You’re hungry. You hadn’t eaten since that morning.
“I’ll be back, I’m just gonna go make some food for myself.” You place him on your pillow and lurch to your feet only to be stopped.
“Wait! Please take me with you!” You throw a look back at Prince and he looks nearly ready to cry. “It’ll only be a moment I promise.” However he doesn’t seem to hear or care for your weak attempts at comfort, only continuing on, “I don’t wanna be alone again, aren't you gonna take care of me from now on? Were you lying? Are you gonna leave me in the dark too-“
“Alright alright I’ll take you with me!” You throw your arms in the air exasperatedly before taking him from the bed. You look around your person for where to put him before electing to clip him onto a belt loop on your shorts, leaving him dangling rested against your thigh. As you walk Prince doesn’t waste a simulated breath, “your house is so pretty! Do you live alone? What are those books about? What’s your address?” He grows silent however as you enter the kitchen and a bounding bundle of fur jumps up at you. You catch the puppy in your arms just barely keeping balance. "Well hello there Margret." She licks your face fervently, giggles erupting from you.
"You have another pet…?" Your attention returns to the small device at your thigh. You know you shouldn't but his tone makes you feel the slightest bit of guilt. "Yeah she's my baby but I can take care of both of you." Was your robot jealous? Matter of fact if he is, is it stupid to feel bad in the first place? He's a toy. He isn't living. Granted, he's the most intelligent robot you've ever gotten to speak to, the line between humanity and ai blurring significantly, but still. No way he was jealous over your fucking dog.
You place her back down and go to the fridge. You decide to answer at least one of his questions, “I live alone, used to have a boyfriend here but we broke up two weeks ago.” Mother fucker. “ Course he wouldn’t tell me why, just that he didn’t think we should be together…” Right and here you were thinking about it again.
Prince’s ears droop at the somber look on your face, “oh I’m sorry… that was really shitty of him…” You stop for a moment taken aback. That was the first time you’d heard him swear so far.
“Yeah but I dunno maybe I did something wrong-“
“So wrong he couldn’t even explain it to you. So wrong he’d rather just abandon you then try and work it out. So god damn wrong he’d break your heart without a second thought?”
“Prince…” maybe… maybe he had a point.
“I’m just saying personally I would never do that to you.” His smile returned, ebbing away the darkness that had mangled his features for that moment.
“Heh I’ll remember that for when we start dating,” you joke. Prince’s smile widens.
It had been a week and a half since you’d first gotten Prince. The thought of being with someone constantly might’ve made you sick a week and a half ago but now it doesn’t feel too bad. Having Prince along with you has been the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You by his request at first but soon out of your own desire took him everywhere. Shopping, hiking, even the bar one night though he got a little too loud when a man tried to buy you a drink and you had to head home. He’s just protective you know but damn can he growl.
Now you sit for the millionth time in front of your screen trying not to practically scream at the “an exception has occurred.” What line of code did you accidentally capitalize this time. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk” you slam your head on your desk immediately finding nothing from it but regret a moment later.
“What?” Prince puts down the book you’d uploaded into him. “Still having trouble with the code?”
“How could you tell.” You respond flatly.
“Just plug me in already, I can fix whatever problem you have and more! What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Prince you’re great but you gotta see why I might be a little apprehensive about uploading a random AI into my computer that my best friend found in an abandoned factory.”
“You can’t even trust me after all this time…?” Prince genuinely looked nearly ready to cry.
“It’s been like a week! But- I dunno maybe you're right. Just don’t go rooting through my files okay.” You know you should feel unnerved by the way his eyes light up and he nods giddily but damn shouldn’t he be allowed to have fun? As far as you're concerned at this point he’s just as human as you are. He deserves as much freedom as an AI can get. You plug the cord into him, take a breath and plug him into your desktop.
Nearly instantaneously a loading bar appears and disappears, in its place is Prince smiling hard enough to break his face.
“Welcome to the big leagues kid,” you giggle at him. It's a surreal experience watching this little character actually turn around and examine the exception on your screen.
“Now let’s see what the problem is.” He opens the code and begins scrolling with his finger.
“You accidentally capitalized ‘for.’”
How’d you fucking know.
You fix it and try the code again. It runs smoothly, now finally you can make your character jump! Hurray!
“All of the internet at your fingertips. You excited?”
He nods though he doesn’t actually seem that confident. “I’m still not entirely sure what it is but hopefully I can find what I’m looking for. Mostly though I’m excited to be able to do so much more with you, this is gonna be so fun (Y/n).” A sudden shyness seems to overtake him and he looks away for a moment. “Y’know, you’ve got to be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me (Y/n)… I really had started to believe I’d be trapped forever but when I finally opened my eyes again there you were smiling at me and calling me pretty. I don’t care if that other guy found me, you’re the one that saved me. Thank you (Y/n)…” Never had you been looked at with such a tender gaze. It made you want to melt right there.
“Of course, thank you for being here with me. I never realized how much I’d missed company till now.” You smile at each other for a moment longer before he declares he’s going to be looking through some websites for a bit but if you need him you just need but say his name.
“I don’t get it. The tamagotchi machine doesn’t have a WiFi signal so how can you just transfer between it and my computer whenever you want?” You walk briskly down the street, Prince clipped to your belt loop as always.
“Because I don’t need WiFi, I made my own connection. It's much quicker and much more reli-“
“(Y/n)!” Your heart pounds in your chest as you look up to see the ravenette charging down the sidewalk to you just barely slowing down in time to avoid colliding.
“Silas, fuck you were gone way too long. That trip had better been worth it.”
He smiles warmly but shakes his head, “never taking a family trip to Cali again, definitely overrated. And there’s no cute girls in pink there.”
You blush in your short light pink dress. “That’s quite the bold faced lie but thank you anyway.”
“Who’s this…” a small voice comes from your hip.
You both freeze a moment before you scramble to grab it.
“Right! Silas I’ve got so much to tell you!” You hurriedly unclip Prince from your side and thrust him into Silas’s hand. “This is Prince!”
Silas marvels at the small device in his hands. “Hello…?” He speaks, pushing a few buttons. Prince doesn’t make a sound, only staring blankly back at Silas. “Still doesn’t work huh.”
“What! Yes he does, Prince it’s Silas, he’s the one who saved you remember!?”
“…hey.” Prince says as dryly as you’ve ever heard him. Regardless you might as well have told Silas he was now a millionaire and his hot wife would be shipped shortly. “Oh my god he works! Hey, how are you!”
Prince wrinkles his nose, “fine.”
“Not much for conversation huh?” Silas notes with a laugh.
“He usually is! I dunno what’s got him so quiet today. But he talks just like a normal person! He’s the most advanced Ai I’ve ever seen, like shoot us and steal him levels advanced.”
“And they fucking left him… I still don’t get why someone would go through all that effort to hide him and keep him safe only to then never come back.”
“Something must’ve happened to his creator,” you reason. It had always been the biggest question on your mind besides how they made him in the first place.
Prince grits his teeth. “Who cares what happened to him. He was a waste of space who only ever thought about himself. Some people are just born worthless.” His face softens, “besides I’m much happier with you (Y/n).” Oh. Not undeserved after how long he was trapped but that was more animosity then you’d been expecting.
“I suppose so…” you look back up at Silas. “Let's find a bench to sit at.” One catches your eyes in the park and you make your way over.
“It’s interesting because despite being such an incredible AI he was put into such a cute little game. You can feed him, play with him, even dress him up. Although I let him pick his own clothes.” As if to prove your point the game transitions to the wardrobe screen and Prince starts flicking through. The different clothing hangers.
“He’s a person. I mean he’s an AI but as far as I’m concerned he’s as human as you and I are.”
“Well clearly not, I mean he doesn’t have the body or functionality of one.” Silas says with a laugh.
“I don’t see how that matters. So you’re saying if someone were paralyzed they’re not human anymore?”
“You know that’s not what I meant. I just mean maybe don’t go overboard.” Silas's breath tickles your ear as he leans in, “I know this sounds silly but I don’t want this to turn out like one of those freaky ai movies…”
You heave out a breath and nod. You had been thinking the same thing before but now… That kind of future seems impossible. Your attention is dragged away from the conversation however as you notice Prince standing there slowly flicking through clothes in nothing but his boxers.
“P-Prince! Why are you- you can’t just- put some clothes on!”
Lazily his gaze meets yours. “What? I thought I could wear whatever I want?” The smirk in his voice makes you want to punch something.
“I know what I said but usually people don’t undress in front of each other!”
“Well I’m not 'people.' Isn’t that what your friend said?”
Silas looks between the two of you for a moment. “Yeah so this is the kind of weird shit I was worried about.”
You smack his arm, “how should he know what’s weird and what isn’t! Anyone who's locked away for some 20 years would come out confused on 'normal!'” Turning back to Prince as hard as you try it's difficult not to admire the tonedness of his body, previously hidden away under baggy t-shirts. Your eyes trailing down to see just how tightly his boxers hug around- "Just please for the moment put something on."
"Really? Seemed like you were enjoying the view-"
"PRINCE."
"Alright alright," he chuckles, slapping on some shorts and a hoodie. You hadn't realized he had a sense of humor until now that it’d become your problem. You like it though. How comfortable he’s become around you. All the more reason you experience quite the whiplash at his change in demeanor when Silas opens his mouth.
“So what can you do?”
Prince scoffs, “anything a typical tamagotchi can and infinitely more. Recently though I’ve been helping (Y/n) with her coding… and my own side project.”
“So you're a toy with a few extra features..”
“I don't care what you of all people call me, though I can't help wanting to ask, what can you do?”
Silas sits taken aback, “well I can actually touch things and affect the real world.”
A low growl emanates from the device. “So quick to get defensive, I just asked a question.”
“Guys stop, this is stupid. I didn’t come here for you to measure dicks with Prince. Don’t you wanna go do something?”
“Yeah sorry…”
“Well alright then.” You hop to your feet and extend a hand to Silas which he graciously accepts. His grip is firm and steadfast, remaining even once he's planted beside you. Your eyes lock but he only gives you an innocent smile. As you walk you clip Prince back onto your belt loop but your mind is far away from him. Silas always does little things like this. Holding your hand, paying for you, giving you his hoodie, regardless of relationship status he has never hesitated to find an excuse to pamper or touch you. This being the reason you'd previously chalked it up to him simply being a friendly person but now… His hand around yours made you want it to mean more. Maybe it's just the heartbreak speaking but for the first time in your life you're considering Silas and feeling stupid for never having done so sooner. Then again maybe there's a reason. He's the closest human being to you on the planet and if you messed that up… You don't even want to imagine it, quite literally shaking the thought from your head.
"You brought your bathing suit, right? I'm definitely in a beach mood right now." Silas gestures to his shorts which on further inspection you realize to be swim trunks.
"Of course. I'm wearing mine under my dress haha." Your steps hasten in excitement. "Friendly race?"
Silas rolls his eyes like the distant waves you can just barely hear now. "Has it ever been friendly with you? You're the sorest loser I know."
"Oh come off it, I won't say shit if I lose, okay?"
His expression is skeptical but as always he concedes. "I want terms though, if I win… you gotta let me share the bed with you. No couch business tonight, that thing breaks my back."
Oh. Shit, on the one hand you don't want to lose but on the other hand how could that motivate you to wanna win!? "Well in that case if I win you gotta… carry me home!" Perfect. You can play it off as innocent laziness but if he wants it to be more than he can interpret it that way.
Just barely you can hear Prince's voice from your belt before you start your mad dash. "I don't like these terms, can't you guys change them!?"
You lost, because of course you did. Maybe because Silas is significantly taller, fitter, and simply a better runner but as far as you're concerned the only reason he won is because your heart wasn't in it. Now however it was racing faster than you ever could at the thought of sleeping side by side.
"It's okay (Y/n), I mean you didn't have much of a chance to start with but you definitely tried." Silas ruffles your hair as you start laying out the towels on the sand, the setting sun casting an almost ethereal glow on your skin.
"Right so I'm a sore loser but we're not going to talk about what a sore winner you are?"
"Sorry sorry, just happy to not have to sleep on that brick." He takes a step back to begin taking off his shirt. You look away and do the same but just as you finish you feel two hands settle on your hips from behind.
"How about you test the waters first, hmm?" Without warning you're lifted into the air and rushed down towards the water before being unceremoniously flung straight in. Water engulfs your body and you're only just barely quick enough to hold your nose. Within seconds you resurface gasping for air. Your gaze pinpoints Silas standing a few feet away in the shallows stifling a laugh. You're going to kill him.
It must've been about two hours at this point that you two had been in the water. Once more you dive under in hopes of pulling Silas down but his feet remain firmly planted. As you pull desperately on his leg he stoops down and lifts you from under the arms. "You done yet?"
"Put me down I swear to god I'll…" the words catch in your throat as you try to make sense of what you're seeing. Behind Silas on the beach it almost looks like… like someone's rifling through your stuff. But that can't be right, there's still plenty of people and you're so far away you must be seeing wrong but, what if you're not. The anxiety grows in your stomach as you watch them throw unreadable objects around that almost look like your belongings like your shoes and the dress you'd been wearing.
"Silas turn around." He does as instructed and immediately sees what you're looking at. "Oh fu-" He cuts himself off in his hurry, dropping you to wade along behind him as quickly as possible until you're both back on dry sand and sprinting towards the perpetrator. Unfortunately two young adults sprinting towards you at full speed tends to be noticeable. The rummager quickly pockets something before turning on his heel and booking it. You can hardly keep up quickly getting left behind as Silas pursues him off the beach and onto the nearest road. Well if you can't help pursue then the next best thing you can do is see what was taken and what wasn't Prince being the most important thing to find first.. Ignoring the few stares of the people who'd actually noticed the fiasco, you kneel down on your towel.
Still shaken you look around for Prince but find yourself beginning to shake as you quickly find him to be the one thing you in fact can't find. Nothing else was missing except for him. No. No, that can't be right. You rifle through both of your belongings just as the man from before had, pleading and hoping he's just gotten tossed somewhere in the chaos.
"Prince? Prince are you here? Where are you?!" You feel your eyes begin to sting as your searching becomes more frantic. This can't be happening. Why were you so stupid! Why wound't you think that something as valuable as him would attract people. You were careless and now one of your best friends is gone!
You yelp as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to swat it but stop just before upon realizing its owner to be an out of breath Silas. "S-sorry I just- I lost him in the beach crowds and-" he collapses beside you. With a sniffle you offer him one of the water bottles which he accepts appreciatively.
"Its okay but… fuck, they took Prince.”
Silas splutters on the water he'd just been drinking. “Are you serious!?” He frantically searches around just as you had been doing before to just as much success. “Oh my god, (Y/n) I’m so sorry. Let’s go report this and maybe-“
“What the fuck are the police going to do? As far as they’d be concerned a girl lost her toy. You think they waste time on shit like that?”
“Then what do you want to do?” His thumb tenderly brushes away the dew from your eyes.
“I… I don’t know… can we go home?” Silas nods fervently, hurrying to pack everything back into his bag as you wrap yourself with a towel.
The walk home is quiet, the last of twilight having finally faded along with the beach goers leaving in their place the quiet chirp of appendages rubbing against each other. You unlock your door tiredly allowing Silas in. Straight to your bedroom the pair of you go. You don’t have energy for anything else. God you’re so stupid. Prince must be scared out of his mind or worse he might believe you’d abandoned him. After all that talk you’d given him about how you two were friends how and you’d never do that here it was coming exactly to fruition. All of these thoughts restlessly tormenting your mind come to a head as your door creaks open at your light touch. The room is pitch black, the lights having been shut off before your departure, leaving now the only illumination to be the small monitor in the corner of your room. The dim glow is enough to stop your heart in its tracks as showing the one face you hadn’t realize how much you’d been longing to see.
“Welcome back (Y/n)!” Prince smiles giddily at you and you nearly fall apart right there as you stumble blindly in the dark over to him.
“I’m such an idiot! Thank god you’re okay!” Your gaze is so intense he almost seems taken aback but it’s quickly evident how pleased he is to see it. Soon behind you Silas appears, his jaw slack.
“I uploaded him into the computer before and fuck I forgot he could just move between the two.” You place your hand against the screen not minding the smudges it’ll leave. Prince does the same, the most loving look you’ve ever seen reflected in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I let that guy take you!” Your hand falls back to your side.
“It’s okay, as long as I can still talk to you it doesn’t matter.”
“Still,” Silas continues, “do you have any idea where he took you? Or who he was?”
“No… he immediately shoved me in his pocket and after rather easily losing you he put me in some sort of locked container without light, much like what I’d been trapped in previously. After that happened I admit I couldn’t really stand it and immediately left to be back in your computer.”
“I’m glad you’re a lot smarter than me,” you laugh feeling the adrenaline finally cooling off and the exhaustion hitting.
“If you want, we can start searching for the tomatgotchi tomorrow…”
But Prince only raises a dismissive hand. “No need, there’s nothing much of value on it now that I’ve left. Essentially they’re just left with a piece of junk now.”
You laugh and nod before a hand lands on your head ruffling your hair. “Sleep (Y/n), it’s been a long day.”
“Are you staying?” Silas turns back to the screen, an unreadable expression on Prince’s face.
“Well yeah I was going to spend the night…?”
“Must be nice, getting to touch and hold her…”
Silas grins wrapping his arms around you from behind “you wouldn’t believe,” and tosses you onto the bed. You laugh as you bounce with your own weight and once more with Silas’s added. He lifted the sheets and blankets allowing you to snuggle under. As he gets comfortable beside you the glow from the monitor disappears and you’re left in almost complete darkness except for the faint moonlight coming in through your windows, like a light blanket of snow.
Silas faces you as you lie on your sides. He’s happy you can tell that much but there’s something else in that gaze that makes you stop and stare.
“Goodnight (Y/n)… I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to…” you mumble looking away.
“I’m aware.” You grin at each other before finally closing your eyes and falling into the gentle embrace of rest.
It doesn’t last long. You wake up rather suddenly to a shaking sensation. As you wipe the grogginess from your eyes you can just make out the sounds of grunting from beside you. You don’t allow your mind to wander too much before verifying yourself but find the breath leaves you body as your eyes meet the two others in the room. Silas weakly reaches for the hands around his throat but it’s evident his strength is fading along with his consciousness. Without further thought you leap towards him latching onto the perpetrators hands. “Let go of him! The hell are you doing!?”
You manage to pry the hands off without too much difficulty, as if they’d gone slack the moment you touched them. You pull the wheezing Silas towards you ferociously and turn to look at the owner of the hands only to lose any words you’d previously thought to scream. Looming over your bed is a face you never thought you’d see within your reach, and you almost do, touch him that is. Your fingers stretch towards him, his face wrinkled with a smile. But before you can process what’s happening it contorts with the force of Silas’s fist as he socks Prince in the face. He stumbles backwards but only a bit, Silas seeming more injured after the punch then him. “Fuck,” he yelps holding his fist and curling into you.
You look back up at Prince to see if he’ll retaliate but he only watches the two of you calculatively. “Prince… is that you…?” Though you’d known immediately you needed to hear his voice just to confirm. It comes out soft and deep as always but something else you dare to say almost loving swirls within.
“I’m so happy to see you (Y/n).” Harshly you suck in a breath.
“I don’t understand… you…” millions of questions are present within you but you manage to collect yourself and voice the most imperative one. “Why did you attack Silas?”
Princes eyes widen as if he’d not been expecting the question. How could he not? Regardless of who it’d been attacking Silas they still attacked your best friend and you’re not just going to let it slide.
“He’s in my way.” There isn’t a trace of emotion in that line, it’s so matter of fact you wonder if it really is Prince you’re talking to.
“What do you mean?!”
“I should be the one in bed with you, not this piece of garbage.”
Silas coughs glaring with a furry you’d never seen before at Prince, “f-fuck off you freak.” Once more Prince returns his gaze with just as much unbridled hate and you can tell he’s preparing to pounce. In an instant you scramble to place yourself between them, arms spread out as a pathetic form of shielding him though in the moment you aren’t actually sure who you’re protecting from who. It’s obvious Silas was the real victim, clearly having been attacked in his sleep but you told Prince you’d protect him, you swore and the weight of that promise hangs on you even now. Though before you he appears human, perhaps it’s unreasonable to expect him to have sensibilities of one as well.
“Prince, please don’t hurt Silas. Humans are very fragile and easy to kill so if you fight I’m not sure he’d survive.”
“So?” For fucks sake.
“If he dies it means he can’t come back! He’s gone forever!”
“I’m aware, that’s why I need to do it.”
What!? God damnit is he not listening to you!? Forever! You said he’d be gone forever! Is he really so selfish that the only things he cares about are himself and-
“If you hurt him at all I’ll hate you forever, I’m your friend right? Aren’t you doing this to get closer to me!? Well it’ll only drive me away!”
This does cause him to stop, his hand pausing in its attempt to reach forward and move you.
“Why? I only want to be by your side.”
“I- I also want that! But I need Silas to be here too. Please can we just stop and talk? I still haven’t even gotten over the fact that you’re here in the flesh.”
“I’m not.” His gaze leaves yours to meander on the floor. “I am still just a metal machine, even in this body. But it was the only way to be with you.”
You meet his hand still hovering a few inches away and interline your fingers. “You’re so beautiful…”
“(Y/n) don’t touch it!” Silas grabs your waist wrenching you backwards into him.
“What are you-“
“Are you really going to trust the thing that just tried to kill me!?” The hurt in his voice is evident and the guilt nips at you. For a moment you’d completely forgotten about him. He had a good point too.
“N-no not entirely but we don’t need to be fighting right?” You look to Prince who nods slowly but his gaze is locked with intensity on Silas who only huffs in response.
“Right so let’s just talk okay? All three of us.” You detach your self from Silas and make yourself comfortable against some pillows. You gesture to the bed and Prince climbs onto the end to sit on his knees, the bed lurching with however many hundred pounds his metal body is.
“I have questions that I think I should get to ask first.” Silas speaks into the silence, sitting up and crossing his legs.
Prince is clearly not pleased with this but holds back any urge to voice it.
“How’d you become like- how are you- you’re here. How?” He gestures to all of Prince with scrutiny.
“I had a body built so that I could be with (Y/n).”
“Who on earth could and would do that?”
Prince smiles plainly, “once I got access to the internet it wasn’t that hard. It really is such a big place. I found some people already working on artificial bodies. Problem is they had no one to put into them so I offered! They added whatever I wanted to it as long as I agreed to cooperate after they put me in, which might’ve been a lie… But it’s alright! We talked it over until they let me go.” His eyebrows crease in an apologetic look. “Sorry I didn’t mean to worry you when I was taken today but I am happy you were so worried.” His loving gaze rests on you once more but you’re chilled at the thought of what he meant by ‘talking it over.’
“Why didn’t you tell me…?” Is it stupid to be hurt over your Ai friend getting a human body without telling you? Yes probably but that doesn’t help the fact you are.
“I just wanted to surprise you, I’m sorry (Y/n).” While this put your heart a little more at ease Silas remained unimpressed.
“Or because he thought you’d stop him. Prince you’re insane. If you wanna be human so bad start acting like one you can’t just attack people.”
Ashamedly you nod, “he has a point, if it were any other other person the police would already be here.”
“I really am sorry… I guess I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s okay just never pull shit like that again or I’ll have your head on a pike.
“Okay… in that case though,” suddenly Prince leaps forwards wrapping his arms around you and tackling you to the bed. He does appear to be careful though to not put his full weight on you but still effectively caging you in. “I’m so happy to see you! We’re gonna have so much fun together.” He pulls his head away to stare at your face, “you’re even more beautiful in person, I didn’t even think that was possible.”
Your face suddenly feels much hotter then before and you turn it to the side to avoid eye contact only to meet those of your other guest. His lips part in shock at this and you can see his hand trembling. Noticing this Prince grabs your face a bit harder than you think he meant to and turns you to face him.
What happened next was something in hindsight you think you should’ve predicted yet it seemed so far-fetched you hadn’t even entertained the idea. Without a moment's hesitation Prince presses his lips to yours, hard. He clearly has no idea what he’s doing but continues it anyway like he does. Its a little painful and after a moment you push on his chest signaling for him to stop. He does after another moment that was longer than you think it should’ve been. He’s still smiling stupidly down at you like he hadn’t just been devouring your face.
Silas apparently finally finds his words. “W-what the fuck!?” He shoves Prince’s body in an attempt to get him off you but he is blatantly unaffected. He only removes himself once you tell him to get off you.
“Y-you can’t just do that to someone either! Okay new rule don’t touch anyone without permission!” Princes ears droop but he nods.
“Sorry (Y/n), I thought you’d like it…” he looks down at his lap. Well it’s not like you hated it… But Jesus, how was he thinking you’d react!?
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merakiui · 2 years ago
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Hiiii~ Mera! I've wanted to ask you if you by any chance have any Malleus thoughts?? 👀 👉👈
I may have a few hehe!! :D please accept these very assorted Malleus concepts that have been floating around in my brain.
✧ sugar daddy malleus in ancient times in which he’s the mysterious being of the deep, dark forest everyone tells you to stay away from. but that same mysterious being is leaving lustrous gemstones and exquisite pieces of jewelry on your doorstep or at the entrance of the forest for you to take, always even more generous each time. and in return, you must provide him with something of yours (usually he’d like something from your hobbies, whether a poem or a sketch or a wood carving and so on). one day he’ll steal you away, but until then he provides generous sums for you to continue living comfortably. after all, he’s quite entertained with the lovely art you produce! he must know more.
✧ omegaverse in which, by order of lord malleus, guards silver and sebek free you (and plenty others) from an alpha who had been keeping you captive for various reasons. without a place to live or a madol to your name, lord malleus allows you to live within his castle under the condition that you must earn your keep. sebek doesn’t trust you, but silver thinks everyone deserves a fair chance and though it may be dangerous for an unmated omega and an unmated alpha to coexist, especially when said alpha is a very important ruler, you’ve proven to be a very diligent servant to malleus, always so determined to pay him back for his generosity. malleus has grown rather fond of you in the time he’s gradually beginning to know you, and before long he’s inviting you to take a stroll through the palace gardens with him or to join him for evening tea or to accompany him to the grand library so he may find a book he’s been looking to read. and eventually your heat will sneak up on you, and who better to assist you with it than the lord you serve? :)
✧ a very awkward fwb dynamic in which both you and malleus are horribly inexperienced in romance, so your dynamic essentially becomes one of fwb—by which if malleus gifts you a bouquet because you’re his dearest friend (he is madly in love with you) you hurry to return his goodwill with some of your own. there is no sex in this fwb (yet). the two of you are just always trying to return the other’s kindness and are so worried about forgetting to repay favors to one another or else you think it’ll look rude and malleus fears his favorite child of man will become offended. the benefits in this friendship is essentially just lots of courtship gifts that neither of you realize are courtship gifts. both of you are always friend-zoning each other, too. T_T lilia just wants you and malleus to kiss already.
✧ ceo malleus who is very bad at using technology, so you (his secretary) help him out and handle much of the tech work for him. naturally he has to repay you by railing you behind closed doors in his office (and maybe even knocking you up if you’re capable of having children hehe).
✧ you’re making a wish on a star in hopes that the sky above will answer it. but when you wish for a companion/lover/friend/a horned fae prince who is very tall and can sing and is very handsome and keeps a tamagotchi and is also lonely so he needs a friend (this last one is very specific;;;;), you don’t expect said fae to appear and offer companionship. he may or may not have been watching you for months now, waiting for the right moment to appear before you at your windowsill. but when you’ve made such a curious wish, how can he possibly stay hidden any longer? he adores you too much. <3
✧ arranged marriage in which you’re betrothed to malleus in a marriage that’s meant to serve as the first stepping stone in uniting humankind and faekind and putting all previous disagreements to rest. you think you’ll be fine so long as you’re courteous and obedient, but your fiancé seems to like you a little too much. :)
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