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anonymous-dentist · 8 months ago

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Or: In a world where everybody has a superpower, Roier doesn't seem to have one

For day five of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week- Superheroes/Blood

Cellbit's dreams are always dark. They start with him in his childhood bedroom, and then they move him down to the kitchen his parents died in, and then they end with him under the bridge. The sounds are muffled, but he can still understand what's being said, and it's always: "It's your fault."

Because it is.

He's had the same dreams since the night his parents died.

Every.

Goddamn.

Night.

But, well. He deserves it. The darkness surrounding the edges of his dream blurs out the unimportant details, like the face of the little girl who was sitting at the kitchen table when Cellbit's parents died, or the view outside of his bedroom window.

But the darkness hides something else- and this is a recent development, and he really doesn't understand it. Because, just out of view, is a figure in all black with eyes that glow white and claws that tear through Cellbit's dreams like they're paper.

He doesn't know who, or what, this thing is, but he does know a few things about it:

The creature destroys Cellbit's nightmares, sending his subconscious tumbling into a much happier dream- one that he can never remember when he wakes up

The creature tries to talk to him every time, but the fangs in its mouth are so large that it just can't

The creature seems to grow taller and stronger with every nightmare it destroys.

The creature is scared of Cellbit's husband

Now, yeah, sure, the creature can't talk, but Cellbit doesn't need to hear someone speak to know what they're afraid of. That's his superpower: fear. He can look at someone and hear what they're scared of, and he can make them scared, and it's horrible and he's a monster and he deserves to-

Cellbit gasps his way into full consciousness. He stares at the ceiling, chest heaving, brain loud and annoying and and and and-

"Gatinho?" Roier murmurs, curled up by Cellbit's side with his head pillowed on Cellbit's chest. He wraps an arm around Cellbit's middle and squirms closer, somehow, he's so clingy.

"Está bem," Cellbit breaths. "Just... just thinking."

"Well, don't," Roier grumbles. "Your brain is loud. Sleep, pendejo."

As if on command, Cellbit's eyelids droop. Roier always has this effect on him; he's just so comforting. He's a living, breathing weighted blanket, and Cellbit loves him so fucking much.

Soon enough, he's asleep again, and he's face-to-face with the creature again.

The creature tries to speak, but no noise comes out.

It flexes its claws as Dream Cellbit starts the walk downstairs to the kitchen.

The dream is shredded, and Cellbit finds himself face-to-face with-

Roier and Cellbit have been married for almost one whole entire wonderful year. He's known Roier for one and a half years, and he's been out of prison for two years.

Roier knows about the creature in Cellbit's dreams, even if Cellbit hasn't told him what his dreams actually are. Roier's been trying to come up with a name for it for months now, but Cellbit doesn't really know what to think of that considering the creature is literally invading his brain every night.

"It's kind of sweet, though, right?" Roier asks.

Cellbit wrinkles his nose and jabs his chopsticks down into his rice.

Dinner tonight is Chinese takeout because Roier's tired from work and Cellbit is tired from existing. It's good, but kind of bland. Since they changed ownership and ended up under the Federation of Heroes' official branding, the food has gone downhill. Yet another thing that Cucurucho has ruined, ugh.

"I mean, maybe?" Cellbit replies. "It's kind of freaky."

"I don't know, it kind of sounds cute."

Cellbit gives Roier a flat look; Roier just grins and steals some chicken from his plate.

"It's destroying my dreams," Cellbit says. "That doesn't sound 'cute' to me."

"Yeah, but doesn't it give you different dreams?" Roier asks. "I think it's trying to help."

"Yeah, or it's trying to kill me."

Roier's shoulders tighten. "Do you think so?"

It's always hard to pick up Roier's fears, but Cellbit can often just guess them even without using his powers. Like, he knows that Roier is just scared enough of bears to refuse to go camping anywhere without a cabin for him to stay him. He and Cellbit are both terrified of losing each other, and they're even more scared of losing their kids.

God, Cellbit is so stupid. He doesn't need to be worrying Roier with this, he already freaks out enough when Cellbit ends up caught in the middle of one of the Federation's hero fights due to his abysmally terrible luck.

His face falls. He places his chopsticks down and reaches across the table and takes Roier's hand in his.

"It'll be fine," he tells Roier. "If it tries to kill me, I'll just... wake up."

"If it tries to kill you, I'll kick its ass," Roier swears.

He squeezes Cellbit's hand once and offers a lackluster smile.

Cellbit's heart twists in his chest. Oh, Roier...

The night's dream starts as usual:

Cellbit opens his eyes to find himself in his childhood bedroom in his childhood body. There aren't any bloodstains on his clothes yet, though that'll change soon enough.

He tries looking out the window, but that isn't what he did that night, so anything beyond the window is covered by the darkness.

There's a growl, and then the creature forms in the shadows near Cellbit's bed. (There are always two beds in his room, but why?)

"What do you want?" Cellbit tries to ask, but that isn't what he did that night.

Instead, and in a squeaky childish voice, he groans and shouts, "This sucks! I can't figure it out!"

He's at his desk. In front of him are multiplication tables he's supposed to be doing for homework, and they're easy enough that Adult Cellbit could do them now, but that isn't what happened that night. So the problems look like random lines and squiggles, and Cellbit's chest hurts, and he can't breathe, and-

"I can't do this!" he shouts, jumping off of his chair and pulling his homework with him. "Mãe!"

He reaches his door, has his hand on the handle, and then... there's the creature by his side shredding the door into pieces with its claws.

Cellbit blinks, and he's an adult again, and he's in a different dream, and he turns to the side and he's face-to-face with-

Roier is one of the few people Cellbit has ever heard of that doesn't have a superpower. He seems happy enough without one, but... but Cellbit thinks that he's lying. He isn't angry that Roier is lying, though. No, he understands, because he himself lied about not having powers until they'd been dating for six months.

In the back of his mind, Cellbit has a few ideas of what Roier's secret superpower could be. The only one he says out loud is, "I know what your power is. You're super handsome!"

But, in order, it goes:

Extreme endurance (evidence: goes for long runs every morning and ends up back in bed sweating and tired by the time Cellbit wakes up)

Can always cook the perfect meal (evidence: he's just really good at cooking)

Comfort aura (evidence: Cellbit always feels happy and cozy and safe when Roier is around)

Super strength (evidence: he's really strong)

But, well. None of those quite work, mostly because the majority of them are just early excuses for thinking Roier was attractive back before they started dating.

Tonight as Cellbit brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed, he thinks up a new idea:

Vocal projection (evidence: he's loud as fuck when he's singing in the shower)

Because, yes, Roier is, indeed, in the shower, and he's singing very loudly. But, really, Cellbit wouldn't have him any other way. He's perfect.

"Hey, guapito," Cellbit says after rinsing his mouth out. "I need your help with something?"

Roier cuts his song off with an irritated groan. "Now? I was almost to the chorus!"

"Desculpe. But you're better at naming things than I am, and I need help coming up with something to call the creature in my dream diary."

"You have a dream diary?"

"I'm starting it tonight. I'm going to figure this thing out."

"That's cute!"

Cellbit can see Roier's silhouette shaking with silent laughter through the shower curtain. Wordlessly, he opens the curtain so he can take the shower head down and spray Roier with it.

"It's serious," Cellbit says, ignoring Roier's screeching protests. "I think it's messing with my head."

"Put that down- vete a la verga, fuck!"

Roier bats at Cellbit's hands until Cellbit lowers the shower head.

And then Roier yanks the shower head away from him and sprays him with it.

"Pendejo!" Cellbit shouts. (Not the best swear word, but it's all he could come up with on such short notice.)

He skitters away from the shower and looks, horrified, down at his soaking wet pajamas.

"Whoops," Roier plainly says. "Guess you'll just have to sleep naked tonight."

He grins, and Cellbit hates him. He wants to kiss him soooo badly!

So he does, and it's nice.

A few minutes later as they crawl into bed, Roier says, "Hey. I have a name for your monster."

Cellbit looks at him. "Yeah?"

"Call it Venom. It's, like, dissolving your dreams, right? Like poison?"

Brain poison, hmm.

Cellbit grabs his brand new dream journal off of his bedside table and opens it. Right on the first page is a long, detailed description of his dream. Right below it is a description of the creature as well as a really messy drawing.

'Venom', he writes.

...What a specific descriptoin. "Dissolving your dreams", not quite how Cellbit has been describing it.

He glances at Roier out of the corner of his eye.

Hm.

The first part of the dream goes normally.

And then Cellbit is downstairs at the kitchen table with his parents. There's also a girl there, but Cellbit hadn't looked at her face that night, so she doesn't have one now.

"I can't do it," Cellbit whines. He balls his hands into fists and fights the urge to smash his own face into the table.

"You can," his father insists. "You're a smart kid! Why don't we take a break."

He gets up from the table and goes to cut some watermelon.

Cellbit knows what's about to happen next. But he can't close his eyes, because his eyes were open that night.

"Let's try one more time, okay?" his mother asks.

He sniffles and nods.

He looks down at the problems. He can't understand him, he's so stupid. He's so stupid! Why can't he be like [her]?! She's good at math. She's even finished her homework.

His vision starts to blur. He can't see. He can't- he can't breathe oh fuck he can't breathe why can't he breathe what why can't he

A scream.

He looks up and watches his father finish plunging his watermelon-cutting knife into his own stomach.

"Pai!?" the girl screeches.

"I can't do it," Cellbit's mother whispers. "I'm a failure. I can't do it."

She wrestles Cellbit's pencil from his hand and raises it to her eye and-

Cellbit gasps as a clawed hand rips the table into pieces in front of him.

As the dream shifts and as his body turns back into his own, he's pulled by the creature- by Venom- into a loose hug. Its claws dig into his back, but they don't hurt.

He looks up, and he finds himself face-to-face with-

Roier was the first person that Cellbit let himself get attached to after he was released from prison.

He'd met Roier by pure chance, and it was love at first sight. He was just so... and he's still so...

"Does this dress make my ass look big?" Roier asks, posing in front of Cellbit in a way that most people would probably call sexy.

...perfect.

They'd met at their mutual friend, Maxo's, club. Roier wasn't on the pole that night, he was instead working the bar, and he and Cellbit hit it off immediately.

The next time Cellbit had been gone, Roier wasn't there, but his 'cousin' was. Melissa, according to Roier, owns half of the club.

And then, seven months later while rummaging through Roier's closet looking for a hoodie to steal, Cellbit had seen one of Melissa's dresses, and, well. Cellbit isn't stupid, okay? But he hadn't said anything because he didn't want to break Roier's trust, and he lives by that idea even now almost two years after their marriage.

If Roier wants to tell him something, he will. It isn't Cellbit's place to push.

Cellbit checks out Roier's ass appreciatively.

"Everything you wear makes your butt look big," he replies.

Roier nods and smiles, more than content with that answer, and he goes to the other side of his dressing room to start putting his makeup on.

Cellbit tries to make it to every one of "Melissa's" shows. He's a good husband, he wants to support Roier in everything he does.

...And he can't sleep anymore unless he has Roier by his side. Does that make him clingy?

He yawns, anyway, and he leans back and slumps in his chair. He might move to the dressing room's sofa, he's exhausted. (He might not be able to sleep without Roier, but he can rest his eyes, at least.)

"Is it okay if I stay back here?" he asks. "I need to lay down."

Roier glances at him through his mirror, concern lining his face. "Are you okay?"

Cellbit waves his concerns aside. "I'm just a little tired. I don't think I'm going to fall asleep, but I don't want to accidentally pass out during your show. That would be bad for business."

Roier's eyebrows furrow, just slightly. "Are you sure?"

"I mean, if it's okay-"

"No!" Roier cuts him off so quickly that he even seems to surprise himself. "I mean. It's okay, but you might not be comfortable. I can try and find you a pillow?"

His voice is shaking, just slightly. Hm.

"Nah, I'm good," Cellbit replies. He shrugs his jacket off and balls it up in his arms. "I've slept in worse places before."

"If- if you're sure, then go ahead."

Something feels... off. Maybe it's just because Cellbit is tired, but something is just. Weird.

But Roier eventually leaves the dressing room, though not without giving Cellbit a big fat messy lipstick-covered kiss on the lips.

Cellbit moves to the sofa, and he pillows his head on his jacket, and he closes his eyes, and he... he falls asleep. Just barely, because his dream is a faded memory around him, but. But.

But Venom isn't there.

The third stage of the dream is the coldest. It gnaws at Cellbit's brain, because it was the middle of January when his parents died. He was alone and under the bridge and covered in blood and absolutely freezing.

The dream doesn't ever go on past the bridge. He always just sits there shivering until he wakes up unless Venom shows up.

So he sits, and he shivers, and he waits to wake up. His body is crying, and the tears are freezing to his cheeks. He can't breathe. He can't stop thinking of... of... fuck, who is that girl? The one who chased Cellbit out of the house. The one with no face but the same voice as him.

A police car speeds over the bridge above him. It's going to his house, he knows this. The morning after the bridge, he snuck back towards his house, and the police car was still there. So was the girl. So were his parents bodies, wrapped in sheets and being carried to a Federation-white van.

He's a mistake. [She] was always better than him. [She] never hurt anybody. It isn't fair!

He sobs and buries his face in his knees. He won't sleep tonight, Cellbit remembers staying up all night because he couldn't close his eyes without seeing his parents die in front of him, and he still can't close his eyes without seeing it.

"I'm a monster," he whimpers, the first time he'd ever spoken those words, but not the last. (Later, he would try to embrace them and become the monster the media labeled him as, but it didn't help.)

There's a snarl above him, and then there's Venom standing above him with its fangs bared.

"I-" Cellbit chokes, forced to repeat what he'd said all those years ago. "I need to turn myself in. I have to!"

He stands. Venom moves to block him, grabbing onto his shoulders and holding him in place.

"There have to be healer heroes," Cellbit reasons. "They can fix them."

(They can't, and they won't.)

If possible, Venom looks distraught. The darkness wavers around it, and that's when Cellbit realizes that this is the closest they've really gotten to each other. This close, he can almost make out a face hidden behind Venom's teeth, buried deep within its mouth. But it's too dark, but if he looks hard enough...

Venom steps back, and he tears the bridge apart, and Cellbit finds himself face-to-face with-

Roier is cooking dinner tonight, and it smells wonderful. Of course it does, Roier's the one cooking it. Everything he cooks is wonderful, because he's wonderful.

Cellbit sits at the table watching. The kids are all in the other room doing homework, and it's almost peaceful.

Roier slips with the spatula and drops it into the pan. He swears and scoops it out and swears again as the oil inside burns him.

Again, almost peaceful.

Cellbit swiftly stands from his chair and goes to help Roier.

"Here, let me-"

Roier lightly smacks his hand. "Não, não. Go away."

"Mmm, what if I wanna stay with you?"

He slips an arm around Roier's waist and snuggles up against his back. He rests his chin on Roier's shoulder and watches a beautiful smile spread across Roier's face.

"I guess it's fine," Roier sighs, playing up the theatrics. "I guess."

And then it's peaceful once more. Cellbit watches Roier cook, and he pays special attention to Roier's biceps. (Sue him, his husband is hot.)

But then, in the other room, Richarlyson starts shouting:

"This is stupid!"

"Calm down," Bobby drawls. "It's just multiplication, let me see-"

"No, I can do it!"

Cellbit tenses. Roier doesn't seem to notice, and that's fine. It's nothing for either of them to worry about.

"You've literally been working on that for hours," Bobby argues. "Let me see."

"Não!"

Quietly, Pepito pipes up with, "I wanna see!"

"No!" Richarlyson yells. "I can- I can do it!"

"Let me see," Pepito pleads.

(Cellbit can't see.)

"Fuck you, give me the homework," Bobby snaps.

"Fuck you, it's mine!" Richarlyson exclaims.

(Cellbit can't breathe.)

"You literally can't even do it," Bobby mocks. "Give it."

(Cellbit can't-)

The world dissolves around him, and all he can see is his father's body sprawled across the floor and his mother across from him still muttering about how useless she is as he still muttered about how useless he is and he's both 26 years old and eight and he can't breathe and and and and and-

"Cellbit!" he hears. Two warm, gentle hands settle on his cheeks, and he blinks, and he's in his own kitchen. With his husband. Crying.

"It's fine," Roier whispers. He presses his forehead against Cellbit's, eyes slipping shut. "It isn't going to happen again. You're fine. They're fine. It's fine."

Cellbit blinks. The kitchen sounds miles and miles away, but he still heard that, and he knows for certain that he not once has told anybody about the night he killed his parents.

He swallows, fresh tears stinging at his eyes. "What isn't going to happen again?"

Roier tenses, but he doesn't move. His eyes squeeze even further shut, but he doesn't move. His mouth narrows into a pencil-thin line, but he doesn't move.

Cellbit can barely feel his hands, but he still moves his arms to hold Roier around the middle. The kids are still fighting in the background, but... but he can't handle them right now.

In a minute.

"Do we have to talk about it?" Roier hesitantly asks.

Cellbit's answer is immediate: "No. Just... sorry. I'm sorry."

Roier's brow furrows. "'Sorry'? Sorry for what, eh?"

"You shouldn't have to see all... all that. I don't even want to talk about it, but-"

"No, shut up. I'm sorry for sneaking into your dreams every night. It kinda just happens, I don't control it, but... it happened, and you were so sad, and I wanted to help."

Cellbit smiles faintly. His own eyes slip shut, and he can almost not see the bodies this time.

"You do help," he responds. "You help more than you could ever imagine, even outside of the dreams."

He tips his head up to kiss Roier, soft and brief and gentle.

Against Cellbit's lips, Roier mutters, "I can stop."

Cellbit shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Now that I know it's you, I can stop freaking out about a buff scary monster guy haunting me."

Roier huffs out a quiet laugh. "I can try and be less scary, but I don't control that, either."

"It's still you. Just... God, does this make me a monsterfucker?"

Roier's laugh is much louder this time. He bites Cellbit's bottom lip before pulling back.

Cellbit's eyes open, and he looks into Roier's, and he can see the love in them, and he can feel the love in his own.

God-damn, how did he get this lucky?

"Who are you calling a monster?" Roier demands. He pinches Cellbit's side and turns back to the stove. "Fuck you, sleep alone tonight. I don't even care."

Cellbit smiles and invades his husband's space once more. He hooks his chin over Roier's shoulder, and he sighs against Roier's cheek.

"Te amo," he says. He presses a chaste kiss to the side of Roier's jaw.

Roier's ears turn red, but his face betrays no emotion.

"Your breath smells," he says, a smile teasing at his own lips. "Go brush your teeth before we eat."

Cellbit rolls his eyes, but he leaves to go do as he's told if only to try and finish panicking on his own and try and calm down before dinner.

He passes through the living room, and he sees Bobby at the table helping Richarlyson with his homework.

Some things do change, after all.

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#guapoduo #spiderbit #here's a bit of a weird one #i'm playing fast and loose with 'superheroes' here lol #this is such a weird au i love it #basically: roier has some kind of sleep control! he can enter dreams and change them #but he always looks scary because he himself thinks he's scary for being able to do that #this is inspired by roier's old dream stream with bobby and tilin where they blew up the server

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h0ney-mochi · 1 year ago

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Scaramouche x gn!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT (modern ?, not fatui, scara spits in your mouth, reader is down bad)

Summary: You've had enough of thinking suspicious stuff about your classmate, so you descend to the bottom floor to eat your lunch, stay a bit longer. But Scaramouche finds you.

A/n: Wanted to post this old thing from 25-27november. Sort of a filler while I work on requests.

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You were tired. You had told yourself that you will not touch yourself at all, because it had became ridiculous on how a single man turned you on almost every day. But now it was getting so frustrating. You wanted some kind of touch, whatever, but you knew you should resist. Just because. It's not like you had self control, you did, it's just that it had been almost a month.

Every day you would see him and your mind would go MAD. You ignored it. That's how you lived with it now, despite the feeling between your thighs. Despite how hot you felt. Despite how every touch would make you tense up. Despite the random glances or eye contact you'd make with him.

And then one day you decided to ignore him and get away every time you'd see him, anything to get him out of your mind. And Scaramouche noticed. It didn't matter that he saw you in classes, it mattered when you completely dissapeared from his eyesight after classes or during break. So he decided to find you.

You were hiding at the bottom floor, in a dark alley with multiple rooms. You were in one of them, except you had the light on. You were on call with your best friend. Because you didn't dare step out and catch eyes with Scara.

"Oh come on, [name]. It can't be that bad-" they would chuckle at you, smiling at the camera and eating a bit of their food. You rolled your eyes, "I know! But I want this stupid brainrot to end soon, so I'm taking every chance I get." "Yeah, right. Well lunch break ends in.. I don't know the time from head. Do you have food with you?" They ask, biting down on their food again. "Yeah I do, I finished it before you called, hah. Good that there's a trash can here, I got to throw out the papers," you smiled. Then you suddenly went silent. "So, when can I-" They started speaking but you stopped them. "Shh- hold on, I think I hear something-" you quickly said, turning your head towards the door.

"Fuck, what if it's a teacher..?" You mumbled into your phone, your best friend intensely staring at the camera. "No way, most of the teachers are here," she taps her chin, "and I doubt anyone knows where you are." "Well, yeah you're right, but someone for sure is down here-" you whispered back. They were looking around the cafeteria, trying to spot if someone's gone — well yeah, mostly everyone, since they finished eating. "Alright, you wait for them to dissapear and then you come back, okay?" She mumbles. You respond, looking back at your phone, "Yep, that's what I'll do. I'll stop the call now, so whoever is there.. you know." "Ya! I'll see you soon then. Bon Appétit and good luck!" They smiled at you. You smiled back, ending the call. You put your phone down and turned your attention back to the door. You heard a few more footsteps, then quiet. You turned the lamp off and sat in the dark, silent, waiting. Then the door opened. You froze. Someone knew you were here. It was silent.

"I know you're in here, idiot," a familiar voice said. Your eyes widened. It was Scaramouche. You heard him step into the room, closing the door. Fuck, you thought, how will you sneak away?

"You either turn the light on or I'll turn it on for you," he spoke in his usual voice. That same voice that has you on your knees. You went silent. You hoped that if you're quiet, he'll think you're not here and check elsewhere. You heard an 'ugh' noise and then footsteps. You immediately turned the lamp back and his footsteps stopped. Yep, Scaramouche. He stared at you and you stared back. He crossed his arms, "so you are indeed here." You put your hands in your lap, "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Scara shakes his head, then motions to the room, "First of all, why the fuck are you hiding in here?" You stare. "..I don't like being around people..?" You tried to lie, shrugging. He glared at you, "How come you've been fine with people for weeks and then suddenly not?"

"Psh, why are you asking anyways? Why are you here, actually?" You tilted your head. Scara thought of what to say, eyes scanning the room you're in. Then he looked back at you, "Maybe because you always pester me, but suddenly there's not a single trace of you? Like you just died, but no, I see you in your seat. But then you dissapear." You stared. Damn bruh why would he care- you thought, eyeing him. He rolled his eyes, sighing. "Are you avoiding me on purpose?" He asks. His gaze was intense, you looked away. "No, I have no reason to," you mumbled, looking at the wall. "Really now?" He asked again. You felt your cheeks starting to heat up. Of course you avoided him.

"Answer me when I talk to you." He groans at you. You shrug, "I already answered if you weren't listening." Then you heard quick footsteps. Scara walked in front of you, his hand went to your chin, turning your head to look at him. You gasped, your eyes widening. Scara glared down at you, "that wasn't a fucking answer." You felt your heart starting to race. He was way too close to you and it was starting to fuck with senses. "I'm sorry-" you quickly mumbled, blinking, gazing away, then back. He just watched. Of course he knew. Didn't he?

"You're so bad at lying, you know," he said, clicking his tongue. You glanced away, staring at the wall, you couldn't do it. "Look at me, bitch," he demanded and you did exactly that. Fuck. "..Tell me. Why are you avoiding me?" He asked a simple question. Yet it was so hard to answer. "I- listen, I'm not avoiding you, okay-" "Stop lying right in my face." He cut you off. You weren't feeling well. This was too much, too close. You were silent. "Fine, I avoided you, but why would you care-" you spoke, but he cut you off again. "I didn't ask that, I asked why are you avoiding me." He leaned closer to you. Your eyes widened again, you tried to lean back, but he held you in place. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You're fucking with my mind okay?? I wanted a break, stop being so close to me-" you quickly said, your eyes glancing away and then back. "I know it's my problem, I'm aware, but please get away-" you added, since he didn't answer. "I'm fucking with your mind?" He repeats your words, not breaking eye contact. "Scara, please get away from me-" you felt your cheeks heating up even more. "Just what exactly do I make you feel, huh?" He whispered. You froze, staring back at him. Fuck. Your mind went blank. You were fucked. "..Scara, class starts soon, I- we need to go-" you quickly spoke, but he pressed a finger to your lips and you shut up. "That can wait. You're going to answer me," he said. You were silent. "I'm not telling you that," you whispered, cursing yourself mentally. "Why not? Embarrassed to admit I make you nervous?" He licks his lips, and you swear you were about to pass out. "Shut up-" you gazed away from him. "Tell me," he demands again. You couldn't just tell him that. But man, what choice do you have now?

"You make me feel things that I shouldn't," you mumbled, still not meeting his eyes. Silence. You regret everything. Then you hear him chuckle and you wanted to dissapear. "Look at me," is the only thing he says. And you slowly did. Scara blinked at you and then pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as a gasp came from you. He moved his lips against yours, and you soon kissed him back. Your hands went to his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand only went to hold you by your cheeks. He pulled away for a small second, "part your lips, idiot." Then he went back to kissing you. You did as he said, parting your lips and he pushed his tongue against yours. A surprised moan came from you, as you shuddered. You two kissed for a few moments. Then Scara pulled away, licking his lips. You opened your eyes to stare at him.

He stared back, "open your mouth." You did exactly that, opening your mouth slightly. "Wider," he demanded. And you did. You watched him. He leaned closer to you again and let his spit fall in your mouth. Your eyes widened at him. "Swallow it," he whispered, and you did that in a moment. He smirked. "You're pathetic," he said and went to kiss you again.

#☆°• ☆ writings #genshin x you #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smut #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer smut

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for not paying for my fiancee's trip?

(Sorry mod, sending this again as I forgot to add an important context detail)

This is going to be long, I'm so sorry!

Okay, so I (23M) am engaged to a very wonderful fiancee (27NB). She's fantastic, and I want to make it very clear that our relationship is great - we have good communication, we never argue, we're always on call without getting tired of each other, etc etc. There is just one issue we have - her financial habits.

For context, I am disabled and can't work due to both mental and physical health issues, so I'm on disability benefits. She can and does work.

We're long-distance (she's in America and I'm in the UK), and we've been dealing with it pretty well so far. At the beginning of our relationship, we agreed that before we got to the point of talking about moving in with each other etc. we would need to have her visit me here at least once to meet my family and get used to how things work here (as she wants to move here), and I would need to visit her at least once to do the same there re: meeting her parents etcetera.

The agreement was that I'd pay for her to come here, and then when it was my turn she'd pay for my visit there so it was fair.

She first visited me about a year and a half ago and came over here for two weeks. I paid for her plane tickets, our transport everywhere (we don't have cars), the AirBNB we stayed in, etc. This ran me about £2k, which was all I had at the time, and I didn't have enough left over to pay for her food on top of that, so I asked if she could cover her own food costs while she was here. This caused a bit of an issue at the time as she was very clearly frustrated at having to do it, and would make comments like "Ugh I wanted a new computer but now I have to save for this trip", "I'm having to sacrifice so much to pay for this" and it made me feel incredibly invalidated, like I was covering everything else and also sacrificing a lot to pay for everything else for us but the one thing I'd asked her to help with was too much. We had a conversation about it at the time and she apologised and said she'd work on it, so we moved on.

Plans changed a bit very early this year, as I was due to get surgery and the friend who was supposed to accompany me there dropped out last minute. I had no one else nearby to turn to and I couldn't go alone (it was the kind of surgery where I would need someone around for at least 1-2 weeks afterwards to help me move around and do daily tasks). As a last ditch effort I asked my fiancee to fly over again and help me out, and I paid for this again which I was completely fine with doing as the trip was a favour for me and it was unplanned from her end. This was another ~£2k.

So cut to summer this year. This was when I was supposed to have my visit over to America. She, at this point, was making pretty good money at a school job. However, when I asked her if we could finalise the plans and buy tickets, she told me that she had no money.

This is where I explain that she's really, REALLY bad with money. She impulse-buys clothes and things for her room etc., she plays gacha games like Genshin Impact and spends quite a lot of money on 'pulls' and the gambling mechanic, things like that. It turned out that through the whole time of having this job she'd been basically spending money as soon as she got it and she now had nothing for the trip. I was admittedly frustrated with her (especially as she initially lied to me and told me she hadn't spent money on games etc. and then later confessed that it IS where the money had gone), but we agreed we could push back the trip to winter/Christmas-time to give her more time to save, and honestly I didn't really mind because I've never spent Christmas/New Year with anyone before, so shifting the visit to over those days would be a nice experience.

However, soon after this she was fired from her job for too many call-outs/absences. For the next few months, she didn't get another job - she said she was doing all she could and was applying for, but I often got the impression that she wasn't and was sort of throwing out an application every few weeks and then writing it off as 'done', which I could be completely misinterpreting so take that with a grain of salt. I kept pushing her to get a job so we could get the trip sorted out and I know she got kind of frustrated with me a few times for it.

I ended up giving up the closer we got to the time and offered to just cover it again if she could pay me back when she did get a job, and she agreed.

Unfortunately, after this I was rendered homeless due to my abusive home situation. I was fortunate enough to be offered government housing and I now have an apartment in town, but it's completely unfurnished (literally all that's in it is a single bed and a cooker, there's no flooring or anything yet). I now have to put all the money I have saved (about £3k) towards getting flooring (which is a little over £1k by itself), furnishings, getting the walls painted, sorting out gas and electricity, etc. I'm also now paying the bills for this apartment. As a result, there's no possible way I could afford to cover the trip anymore myself.

It looked like things were getting sorted because my fiancee got another job recently. It's pretty well-paying, she seems to enjoy it so she's not calling out, and she kept prompting me to talk details of the trip with her so it felt like it was all getting figured out and she was ready to finalise it.

Then today I asked her how much money she had ready for it and she said... $15. I'm genuinely lost on how she still hasn't saved any money, she claims she used it all on "bills" but she doesn't pay rent or cover any housing costs as she still lives with her parents, so I don't understand at all where it's all going. We have less than a month before the trip is supposed to happen, nothing is sorted, we still have no clue where we'd be staying, no plane tickets have been purchased, and now it's looking a lot like it's going to have to be pushed back AGAIN to next year.

I thought about trying to pay for it again, because I DO really want that Christmas and New Year with her. Delaying it again would also mess up our future plans, as the plan was to get this trip to America and meeting her family done this year, then spending the first half of next year on the Visa process and then the latter half getting her actually moved over. It also means I would have to delay my college education, as I was going to start my course early next year, which I wouldn't be able to do if the trip is next year instead as it would require me to take weeks off.

If I tried, I probably could cover it - I need to spend the ~£1k on flooring as that's already arranged, but I could technically use the remaining £2k to fund the trip. However, this would mean my house would remain unfurnished and barely habitable for months longer. It's not so bad if I know she'd be able to pay me back quickly, but the reality is that I don't know how long it would take for me to see the money back.

Part of me also feels like she's kind of expecting me to give in and pay for it last minute in order to not delay it, because I offered before and I was willing to pay for the last two trips. But it's just so depressing and frustrating, because it feels like I keep giving things up and putting things into these trips and getting her over here, and trying to get it back from her is just like running into a wall.

We've talked about it before, but she insists there's nothing more she can do, she's trying as hard as she can, and that she's upset about it too. I just don't know what to do about it anymore.

So I guess my question is, AITA for complaining about the trip, missing Christmas/New Year and pushing her on money and nagging her about what she does with hers instead of just taking the L and covering the trip again until she can pay me back?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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conniesministallion · 6 months ago

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☆☆𝓘𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝟣☆☆

Warnings: Violence! (Rafe/Ward)(Rafe/JJ) Angst!

Pairing: Rafe x Black reader

This is y/n's POV for now

Summary: Waking up in the hot tropical sun, y/n makes her way to enjoy the rest of her summer. Rafe is keeping it together but struggles on his own. This is just the beginning and I like detail so bare with me lol.

A/N: So sorry it's late I scheduled the post and somehow someway it didn't save :((

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" I really could get used to staying here." I manage to croak out of my wine dried mouth. These past few months have been absolute paradise. Trying to convince myself that this isn't better than Kildare is ridiculous. I wish I could stay here for a bit longer but school was starting and I knew I would have to get back to the hot Carolina heat.

Slowly turning on to my side to the ivory colored night stand and grabbing my phone. Finally deciding to check snapchat, the first one is JJ's. I'm not surprised to see his bloody nose but hold on, why the fuck am I tagged.

" Your bestie is a psycho but I'll get my lick back @y/nkitty"

What the fuck? So, your bold enough to tag me but not the one that clearly beat your ass?

First of all, I'm not even there. Second I am not that mans owner, the fuck is he tagging me for! Wait, mkay so back to the fighting shit again? Rafe really ugh.

MayJ: Tag the one you beefing with if you bold mf not his bsf.

I quickly switched to messages and tried to hold myself back from raging on Rafe. He knows damn well I don't do fighting unless it's necessary and knowing him. The fight was obviously over something small.

Rafeybby: Dude are you serious? Got mfs tagging me cuz you don't know how to keep your damn anger in check? 7:42 a.m. Rafeybby: Seriously what was it over? Are you okay? I can't patch you up this time but we can call if you're free. 7:43 a.m.

Being so fed up with his antics combined with him not responding, I swing my feet over the plush mattress making my way towards the white bathroom doors. Washing my face with some coconut facial scrub, brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower. I make out of the restroom when I hear my cousin's high pitch scream from downstairs.

" Y/n your mom made breakfast and we're heading out towards the island to shop in the village hurry!"

"I'm getting dressed be down soon!" I yelled back.

I hurry and get dressed as I grab my phone of the dresser. Realizing that Rafe has yet to respond to me.

Grabbing my purse and making my way downstairs I briefly glance at the polaroid of Rafe and myself sitting on the beach.

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" Is it possible that you have this in gold and silver as a pair?"

Already into the village, I decided to get a piece of the island for me and Rafe to share. Not knowing when either of us would be able to come back together. Summer in Kildare meant more parties, more clients for rafe to sell, and more drama around my friend group. Speaking of, I need to call Ki and Jade to catch them up with my summer. Plus....I wanna know the messy tea that been popping off while I was gone. I turned my attention back to the lady realizing that I spaced out.

" Of course love, give me one second to wrap them for you."

I haven't been to the village since I was a child and standing here at the booth makes me a lil anxious. Much more people here than back a figure 8.

The sun is illuminating over the sand filled roads with taverns covering the coast. Merchants on every end of this small corner of the village. People of all ages gathering and talking amongst one another and even though the heat is suffocating everyone seems pleased.

The scarf around my locs is loose on my head, the thin fabric of my skirt makes the heat feel cooler as the breeze hits my skin. I settled for a tube top my granny made me as a plus. It reminds me of the summers we spend together while fishing for dinner.

" You're all good to go dear! These are the perfect gift for a lover if you have one in mind." She expressed to me. Reaching out her small hand and placing the glitter wrapped bracelets on the counter.

I smile at the old lady who looks at me with beaming eyes.

" I have no lover but I do have a best friend. I'm sure they'll be happy to have a thoughtful gift." I softly spoke. As I grab the bag off of the wooden counter. I thank her as I make my way to find the rest of my family.

" We're heading to Seaside Oasis. Did you get everything you needed?" My mom says as she checks her phone for the reservations.

"I got some gifts and tons of clothes hopefully they'll fit in my suitcase." I giggled back.

Heading to lunch while my dad constantly talks his head off does not sound so pleasant but drinking does.

As we made out way towards the seating area and settle down. I ordered first while my family followed. Of course as soon as the food comes my father starts to talk about his collogues. Choosing to ignore him while sipping on a margarita. I start to think about Rafe, which is what I've been doing constantly while away. I miss him of course but, the constant fights and selling is what makes me worry.

On top of his reputation of sleeping with anything that walks, unless it's a pogue doesn't make it any better. This man spoils me constantly, he doesn't need to but he does. Not with just money either but affection....which I wouldn't be surprised he does with the rest of the girls he whatever I'm getting pissed just thinking about it.

.｡ping ping.｡ Rafeybby: Nice to hear from you too mama. I'm all good how's your trip? Rafeybby: That mf tagged you but has be blocked is crazy. Why do you have him on snap anyway. Thought I told you to block him before you left. 10:30 a.m.

Me: Just call me when you can and don't worry I'm having fun. Just wanted to make sure you were good. Rafeybby: You just gonna skip over what I said? Rafeybby: Don't worry mama we'll talk about it later. Going to Barry's, call when I can.

Umm.....who the hell, does this mf thinks he is? My Daddy???

I stared at the phone with my head tilted sideways. I'm not even gonna respond to his ass. Constantly thinking that I'm going to listen to him is gonna get his ass cursed out. Especially since he knows that it won't work. But for now instead of thinking of what kind of timing Rafe is on, im gonna sit back, sip my drink, and

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Enjoy my summer <3

#rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x black!reader #x black reader #outer banks x reader #outer banks smut #outer banks x y/n #black writers

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guilty-pleasures21 · 7 months ago

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Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

Okay, I've realised that I need to write in some extra parts to make it flow better before I end this series.

7. Sigh. This is my life now.

Part 1 - The last day

Part 2 - the friends

Part 3 - the lunch

Part 4 - the revelation

Warnings: None.

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“So this is the list of all my vials of proteins,” X explained, moving the mouse over the screen. Miguel nuzzled the crook of her neck with his mouth and X giggled at the feeling. “Miguel! Pay attention, boss.”

Miguel groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around his adorable little girlfriend. “How am I supposed to focus on anything when I've got my pretty little research assistant sitting on my lap like this?”

“Well, you have to focus,” X demanded, shifting in position to better face him. “Otherwise you're going to keep calling me and asking me where everything is!”

“I can just bring my laptop home and ask you, right?” Miguel pointed out, sliding his hands along the hollows of her waist. She was going to be leaving the company soon so she could pursue her PhD. Of course he’d prefer it if she'd just stay by his side and help him further his research on his spider powers, but she was crazy smart and he wanted her to take advantage of all the opportunities that came her way. He cared about her enough to put his own needs aside and support her in whatever she wanted to do. X wrapped her arms around his neck and flashed him an exasperated look.

“That's free labour,” she chastised him. “Right?” But of course she'd be helping him even when she wouldn't be working anymore - she loved him, after all, and she'd do anything she could to ensure his success. Miguel grinned at the way her lips curled at the ends in teasing and he leaned forward to peck her lips quickly. X clenched her muscles in excitement and Miguel moved one hand to her thigh as she began swinging her legs back and forth. She was so cute and sweet and he still couldn't understand how she'd fallen for a boring grump like him.

“And anyway,” she continued, her expression turning a little apprehensive now, “I'm not sure how much free time I'll have.” She bit her lip as she glanced up at him and he knew she was feeling nervous about her PhD. Miguel slid his arms back around her waist and pulled his little girlfriend into his chest.

“You'll be fine, querida,” he reassured her gently, his hand moving up and down her back in soothing strokes. “I'll take care of you when you feel like you can't do it yourself. And even when you can. I'll take care of you, querida.”

He pulled back to flash her a warm smile and relaxed when he saw that the tension had eased from her features. X reached up to cup his cheek in her hand and Miguel leaned into her tender touch. “I love you, Miguel.”

“I love you too, X.”

“Ugh! Can't you extend your contract?” X's intern begged her again. “Just for, like, six more months?”

“Yeah, then we can all leave together!” one of the other girls chimed in. X grinned at them, a warm feeling filling her chest at how much they liked having her around.

“I can't, guys, that's not how it works,” she repeated patiently. “And besides, I have to study some more!” Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk when she noticed Miguel out of the corner of her eye.

“Then I can come back and become Miguel's boss!” she joked, causing the hall to fill with laughter. The sounds of their amusement quickly died down, however, when Miguel moved to stand behind X, arms folded across his chest, features set into a sombre expression.

“Are you all ready to go?” he asked her, his voice soft but his tone hard. X twisted around in her seat to flash him a sweet smile, but he just narrowed his eyes at her before sliding his gaze away altogether. X tilted her head in question, surprised by his cold reaction, but her sweet and loving boyfriend refused to look her in the eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” she replied, standing up. She reached for her bag and the interns swarmed around her, rushing to give her hugs before she left. X laughed at their enthusiasm and Miguel felt his heart squeeze at how much they all admired her. “I'll still meet up with you guys for lunch and stuff. Message me if you ever need any help, okay?”

She turned to Miguel when she'd finished with her round of goodbyes, an expectant look on her face. But all he could bear to do in that moment was give her a few pats on the shoulder. “Um, see you around, arañita.”

He squeezed her shoulder, staunchly avoiding her gaze, then stepped back and placed his hands on his hips, shifting in position awkwardly. Finally, he dragged his eyes up to hers and gave her a nod before gesturing to the exit.

He was upset. But he was trying so hard to hide it, putting on that cold front everyone had gotten so accustomed to. X curled her fingers around his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, then waited until he looked up at her again.

‘It's okay, Miguel,’ she told him silently. ‘You know I'm still here for you. I love you, mi amor.’

His stomach twisted into a tight knot and he had to clear his throat before he could speak again. “Um, good luck with … with your studies … and everything. You'll do great.”

X gave him a knowing look, her slender fingers still resting on his arm, then her expression softened and she gestured to the door. Miguel’s gaze flickered over to the interns, still watching their interaction with careful curiosity, then he straightened and gestured for X to lead the way to the door.

“I’ll see you tonight, querido,” X murmured once they were alone, careful not to get too close to him while they were still in the vicinity of the office area.

“Hmm,” Miguel mumbled, his bulky shoulders slumped in defeat. Her fingers ached to reach out and brush his cheek in comfort. But it wouldn’t do any good if someone caught them.

“I love you, mi amor,” she told him softly instead. Miguel let out another hum of agreement, then she turned and left him forever.

He’d spent the rest of the day locked up in his office, not wanting to go outside and be reminded of the lack of his cute little arañita. But then finally, the clock struck five and Miguel threw his things into his bag before rushing out the door.

“Hey, Miguel, what’s the-” Nate didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence before Miguel had swept past him and disappeared from the office.

“¿Querida?” he dialled her number as soon as he'd gotten into his car. “Where are you?”

“At home,” she replied, her tone slightly concerned by the hurried note in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, continuing his route to her apartment. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Bye.”

“Bye, Miguel, love you!” she exclaimed before he could hang up. Miguel’s lips twitched at the ends at how easily she always said it.

“Bye, querida. I love you too.”

She was just scrunching her curl cream into her hair when she heard the sound of her door lock turning. She flipped her hair over her shoulders, then ran to her living room to greet her sweet boyfriend. Miguel locked the door behind him, then turned to face her, his shoulders tensed up by his ears. X ran forward and threw her arms around his neck, giving him a big hug. Then she started trying to hook her leg around his waist in an attempt to climb up onto him.

“Lift me up, querido,” she demanded, her words muffled from where she’d buried her face in his chest. A soft snicker escaped Miguel’s throat, but he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up onto his hips. X treated him to that sweet smile that made his heart flutter, then she showered his face with quick kisses. Miguel chuckled as he walked her over to the sofa and sank down onto it. He slid his hands along her bare thighs as he studied her features carefully and X leaned forward to peck his lips before giving him a warm smile. She reached up to brush her fingers along his cheek and he relaxed into her touch. “Do you want to talk about it? It’s fine if you don’t.”

He sighed and slid his fingers between hers, taking hold of her hand before lowering it to her lap. He fiddled with her fingers for a while, his gaze remaining fixed on how small they looked between his. Then he squeezed her waist. “I need you.”

She tilted his face up to hers so he could see the soft smile on her face. “What do you need from me?”

He didn’t respond and instead wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her tight against his chest. He held her there for a while, breathing in the familiar buttery scent of her curl cream, then he loosened his grip on her. X stayed in position, her arms slung lazily around his neck, her fingers running along the back of his scalp, and Miguel felt more of the tension ease from his body at the warm weight of her in his arms.

“Talk to me, Miguel,” she mumbled against the side of his neck. “Tell me what's bothering you.”

He sucked in a breath and tightened his grip on her, afraid to say the words out loud. But it was eating him up from the inside and he knew he wouldn't be able to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling until he told her and allowed her to reassure him. “Don't leave me.”

His voice was so small as he said it, so … embarrassed. Her heart squeezed in her chest at the terror evident in his tone and she gave him another tight hug before pulling back to meet his gaze. “I'm not gonna leave you, Miguel!”

He looked at her with wide eyes, his lips pursed into a woeful frown and she leaned forward to give him another quick peck on the mouth.

“I love you,” she continued, giving a little giggle to punctuate her point. “I want to see you everyday! I'm going to go over to your house and wait for you to come back from work. And then I'm gonna eat all of your food and make you cook us dinner and take infinitely long showers in your bathroom and ask you all the stupidest questions I can think of while I'm studying. You're gonna get sick of me, Miguel! You're gonna get so sick of me you'll regret it!”

She wriggled around in his arms excitedly and Miguel couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips. “I'll never get sick of you, querida.”

X's features melted into an expression of horror and she leaned over to knock her wooden coffee table. “Don't say that, Miguel!”

He grinned and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slow and sweet. She smiled as she kissed him back, then ran her hand up and down his chest as she lay her head on his shoulder. Miguel inhaled her sweet scent one more time, his entire body warming at the comforting feeling of her against him. Then he cleared his throat nervously.

“But, um, I mean …” he stammered out, trying to figure out how to phrase his suggestion. “It would just be easier, right? If you just … moved in with me? Like, if we lived together? I mean, we can save money and it would just be easier and stuff.”

She froze in position, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest as she considered his words. But he hadn't even met her family yet! Or any of her friends. And was he only asking her because he was upset about her leaving her job? Would it really be easier? Or would it complicate things and force them to learn all the little habits they hated in one another? She pulled back, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Miguel flashed her an apprehensive look.

“Are you just asking me because you're afraid I'm going to leave you?” she asked him point blank. “Because that's stupid, Miguel: I’m not going anywhere.”

“No!” Miguel denied quickly, shaking his head at her question. “I'm asking you because I want you to move in with me. I love you, X and I want to come home and see your face every single day. To take care of you and have you fall asleep in my arms every night. And we already do most of that anyway, right? What's the point in moving around so much?”

He ran his fingers through her hair as he watched her features, waiting for her response. X lifted her hand to her mouth to begin nibbling on her fingernails, but Miguel gently pulled it away and held it in his own.

He did make some really good points, she had to admit. They'd always go home together after work, whether to her place or his. And they'd hang out on the weekends too, either going on quiet little dates together or just sitting around at home and relaxing. She glanced up at him quickly, her stomach tightening at the thought of not having her own place to run away to if he ever got mad at her. She'd be living under someone else's roof, after all, in someone else's house. She snuck a peek at her boyfriend again, his expression nervous as he waited for her to say something. But he'd never made her feel like it was someone else's house. He'd given her her own set of keys that she could use to go over to his place even when he wasn't there. And he'd brought her shopping for some new furniture so she could keep more of her stuff at his place whenever she slept over. He'd done so much already to make himself seem like home to her and she had to believe that she could depend on him to be there for her when she needed it. She bit her lip. “Okay, but then how do I … contribute?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean … like,” she paused, trying to figure out how to say it. “It's not just your house. I have to take care of it too. I don't … I mean, I barely earn half as much as you but, I can buy the groceries and stuff? Like, fill the house?”

Miguel patted her thigh gently. “You don't have to do that, querida.”

“No, it's not,” she pulled at her hair, getting frustrated. “I know I don't have to do that, like … you've never made me feel that way. But … I just …

“Growing up, my mum always told me to never be financially dependent on someone else, if I could help it. And I never want to have to be financially dependent on my husband.” She paused to give him a solemn look. “I'm going to be earning my own money, okay? I can't be some stay-at-home housewife: I need to work, I need something to do.”

She gestured between the two of them emphatically. “We will contribute equally. But maybe sometimes, that means that you'll have to give more financially. But then I'll make up for it by giving more time, or more energy, like to our kids or something. And that's just how it works. Okay? It has to be equal. You can't …”

She sighed, wanting to make sure he understood the point she was trying to make.

“I know you will never say this, but people say stupid stuff when they're angry, and even if we don't mean it, it still hurts the other person. And I never want to hear the stupid argument 'okay, but it's my money, I'm the one who's working hard to earn it.'” She clutched at her hair again, getting mad now. “Oh my god, Miguel, if I ever hear you using those words? I am going to have to kill you. I am literally going to have to kill you. Understand?”

She sat back in her seat, her features set into a hard expression as she waited for his confirmation. But all he could think about was the fact that she’d called him her ‘husband’ and basically confirmed that she wanted to have kids with him, the two of them building their own little life together. He could just imagine it: their house, their children, taking their family out on little trips, coordinating pick-ups and drop-offs at school, picking up the slack when the other was too tired to do it. He squeezed his girlfriend’s waist and gave her a wide smile.

“Yes, that’s what I want,” he breathed out before pulling her into a hug. He straightened and pushed her back slightly so he could see the look on her face. “Our kids? Our kids, querida? We can take care of them together? You’ll be my wife? My wife. And I’ll get to be your husband? Dios mío, querida, your husband?!”

X laughed as she pushed against him, putting some distance between them so she could look up at him. “Miguel! We haven’t even moved in together yet. Calm down, janam.”

“But we’ve already known each other for a year, querida,” he pointed out, hands still curled around her waist. “Can’t we just get married now?” He grinned at the thought, thrilled by the very idea of making her his pretty little wife. X smiled and Miguel turned her head to his so he could see the shy look on her face.

“Miguel.” Her stomach sank suddenly as she thought about the long journey still ahead of them. “I … haven’t even told my parents yet. Or, like, anyone.” Her brow furrowed and she fiddled with the hem of his shirt as she tried to figure out how she’d introduce him to her parents. ‘Hi mum, hi dad. This is my boyfriend who was previously my boss and, actually, we were having an affair while I was still working under him.’ She cringed at the thought.

“Do you want to meet my friends first or my sister?” she asked, then replied to her own question before he could speak. “Ah, maybe my friends. My sister can be scary. And a little mean sometimes. But she’s nice! She just … She just wants the best for me, that’s all. Ahh! I’m so nervous!”

Miguel pulled her into his arms and patted her back reassuringly. “Querida. It’s all right. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

He let her go so he could look at her and the tension eased from her features. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushing her thumb across the slight stubble on his jaw. “Okay. I love you, Miguel.”

“I love you too, X.”

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yinyuedijun · 2 months ago

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hiiiii i have not read or seen windbreaker my only interactions with it are bc some of my moots r into it now so ive read some fics and i saw tokyo vice on my dash and i was really pulled in by the summary so i read both parts and sincerity and the little prequel piece and oh my god it’s so good. i love the humor, the narrative voice is so witty. suo’s character is so intriguing bc as much as the reader loves and knows him there’s still so much going on that we can only guess at and i felt like that was communicated really well. i enjoyed the fact that sincerity and the prequel let us see their relationship at a different time and how we got to where they are in the present. im really interested in the reader and i felt like u did such a good job of weaving in the comedy to make some of her internal dialogue more lighthearted while still developing her emotional state really well. plus the smut was insane like 11/10 no notes. when the reader said she was excited for pussy inspections >>> like fuck yea me too!!! but anyways i loved the details we learn about her and how her fantasy is have really mundane romantic and vanilla sex. it really speaks to just how fucked up her life has been to the point where her biggest romantic dream is just to have regular sex with the man she loves. like ugh the angst interspersed with the comedy and smut was just chef's kiss. AND THAT ENDING??? WHEN HE THINKS SHE'S ASLEEP. like that did tug at my heartstrings especially when he talked about what their old friends think of him :(( and how if he was a better man he'd let her go. i read another organized crime x civilian fic for a different fandom a few years ago and it ended with the civilian person leaving his partner/his partner letting him go bc the deeper the partner he got into organized crime the more unhinged he became and how his mental state began affecting the civilian. thats a really condensed way of explaining but the events were crazy and it had me crying and screaming every chapter but that's something that ive never seen in other yakuza/gang/organized crime aus so i thought it was really cool to see how that is something that suo thinks about and has to come to terms with now that its been a few years and he can look back at his behavior.

but anyways i really really loved it and im gonna watch/read windbreaker as soon as i can now :)) so thank u for the wonderful fic 🙂‍↕️ and is tokyo vice over? i dont think i saw a completed tag on it on ur masterlist so i wanted to ask if u were leaving the world open

ANONNN I LOVE U SO MUCH TRULY THANK YOU!! 🥹 tokyo vice was an absurd self-indulgent project so I'm so very happy you gave it a shot despite not being into wbk!!! I must confess that it's wildly different from canon LOL but I do adore the canon series nevertheless, and I hope you enjoy it :-) (let us know if you do!!!)

I can't thank you enough for sending such juicy feedback abt tokyo vice, especially about the reader! I did find it somewhat stressful trying to balance the comedy of her narration with the horny and angsty and deranged events of the plot, so I'm glad that you liked that aspect of the fic !!! 🥹 and yeah despite all the comedy, she really is a traumatized meow meow. but it's okay, she can now have the normal sex of her dreams with the love of her life - as long as she can survive 4 months of orgasm denial before their wedding 😭

and LOL I love yandere charas with self-awareness so in general I love writing arcs where they love the reader enough to understand that they should let them go. the plot you're describing is sooooo up my alley and I think suo would absolutely have that thought process if the reader were even remotely mentally normal. unfortunately she is equally insane. I guess that is the tragedy of it for suo - he knows that he can never get better, and he also knows that as long as they are together, she can never get better either. fortunately for him, she could not care less ♥️

I do think tokyo vice is complete, but I do want to finish that sakura wip at some point and also write about suo and mc's sex life after they get together (which is very nasty premaritally and then really vanilla and emotional on their wedding night). I want to finish this kitsune suo pwp first though and finish my ffg commitments too 😭

anyway sorry for yapping so much HAHAH I'm just so happy that you commented on all these aspects of the fic!! thank you for reading and for sending such a wonderful ask 🥺💗

#yueshuo.asks #asks.anon

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swagexpertsong · 8 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Zestial X Alastor's Ancestor Female Reader {Part Two}

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{POV. 3 Person}

It was a beautiful, sunny day in Louisiana. (Y/N) was currently in her radio studio making another broadcast.

"It's time for some news, my dear listeners! Last night, another attack by our famous murderer "Bloody Rose" took place. The victim was a twenty-year-old man who allegedly intended to rape one of the women that same day. The victim of this man wanted to remain anonymous, but passed on I was informed by letter that "Bloody Rose" is her heroine. I don't know about you, dear viewers, but in my opinion, the murderess is making much better progress than the police. While it would take them months to find the culprit, she did it in one evening. But enough about "Bloody Rose." - (Y/N) said, smiling evilly. She liked to compliment herself sometimes, but sometimes she had to hold back so that the police wouldn't get suspicious. For now, this little comment won't threaten her because it's a woman saying it compassionate woman.

She has been doing this for several years and so far there has been nothing stopping her from continuing it. Except maybe her career as a radio presenter, which she liked very much. But no one said you can't do both at once.

So far, she has killed about a hundred people and, as always, she hid the bodies in the forest near her old school, which had been closed for over a year. Before committing a crime, she prepared herself for a long time so as not to get tired later. Overall, her crimes were almost perfect.

However, (Y/N) sometimes felt like her end was near. Not because anyone was watching her or anything. She just felt like she was getting closer to her death every day. She shrugged it off at first, but only after nightmares about death began to haunt her did she become more vigilant.

She was not afraid of death. She had long ago come to terms with the fact that one day her time would come. Of course she wouldn't go to Heaven because she killed a lot of people. And the fact that they were evil and cruel people themselves did not justify it. This Hell would be waiting with its doors open to gain another member.

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(Y/N) sometimes imagined how she might die. Be it a drunk driver or a heart attack. There were many options. But she could never have guessed that she would die just like her ancestor.

After finishing work, she said goodbye to her co-workers. A few tried to go out on a date with her, but she always turned them down. She wasn't aromantic or asexual, in fact she was Bisexual, but leaned more towards men. Although she liked seeing pretty women.

While walking, she decided to go through the forest, the path of which led to her small cottage on the outskirts of the city. The sun was slightly warm, the wind was playing with the leaves, and animals were running around the meadows.

Suddenly, terrible pain shot through her body. She fell to the ground and grabbed her waist, from which crimson blood flowed.

"Shit!" - (Y/N) cursed under her breath. She was shot and there was a bullet in her body. To go to the nearest hospital she would have to turn around, or she could go home that was closer and patch herself up. She wasn't a doctor, but she could remove the bullet. She started getting up slowly so as not to make her situation worse. - "Ugh! I-I have to as soon as possible-"

She didn't finish the sentence because something interrupted her again. It was also a bullet, but this time it hit her in the head. She fell to the ground and her ears began to ring unbearably. She put her hand on her head and when she took it off she also saw blood.

After a while, her vision began to blur. She knew her time had come and there was no saving her now. She was not as desperate as her victims, who begged God for help. Unlike them, she has already come to terms with her fate. The last thing she thought before she let out her last exhale was.

"You better get ready Hell, because you're not ready for what awaits you. Welcome new arrival (Y/N) Hartfelt."

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#hazbin hotel #Zestial #x f!reader

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shamefultea · 3 months ago

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You know there are so many ways to gain weight, right ? How about letting you make me a huge, obese blob, filled with junk foods and sodas, a completely helpless, waddling tank of lard...for you to vore me after ? After months of you feeding me massive amounts of food and forcing me to make as little movements as possible, the last feeding session has come. After one last bite of chocolate cake that you just shoved into my mouth, you plunge your eyes into mine. "It is time", you say with the softest voice you ever used to me.

As I'm totally defenseless, sold to my own gluttony, you grab me with all of your adorable and loving feeder strength, only to push me down your throat. Gulp after gulp, I'm pushed farther and farther into your oesophagus. My head soon reaches your stomach while, with your tongue, you're playing with my intimate part to give me one last pleasure before disappearing totally into your know huge, bulging belly. Now, I am entirely imprisonned into your stomach, with no other choice than patiently waiting for my fate to turn my into what I've always been meant for : added fat to your adorable body ! It's tight, warm and it smells a little, but I feel comfy ! You feel heavy and full. You can't even see your feet anymore ! But you keep doing your stuff as usual, while I'm inside you, hearing anything you do, from walking around the house, to laying in the bed and... Moaning ? You're touching yourself ! I can even hear your fingers fapping your private parts down below... With your last moan, with all this activity, I can feel your stomach tightening, hearing some gas coming up, and you burping loudly, before patting your belly. You even give yourself a massage to speed digestion up. Me, in my curved position, I can feel your acids feel your stomach up. I'm getting drowned while your stomach takes a moment to dissolve all of the lard you made me accumulate through the last months. A few days later, I'm totally digested. Now your belly is not just stretching : you're such a huge pile of lard yourself ! You pat your newly acquired softness, remembering the time we had together and that each inch of fat on your body is just mine that you assimilated. Now, I'm still living, through you, forever :3

Sounds like a perfect plan, let me make you good livestock for me to fatten on. Months of preparing my meal, making it way too lardy. I also wanna tell you from the start I'll be voring you up once you're fat enough.

When the time comes, you'll just end up like junk food in my body. In my stomach, to sludge, to pumped through my veins and coating me with a thick layer of lard. I'll make you delicously fattening.

Ugh, you'll be so decadent and fat of a lunch, just so many calories you'll make me carry after they were forced on you.

#tea answers #v0re

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milascenta · 1 year ago

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22nd of September 11:21pm

I'm sorry for the lack of posts, I've been working on some things, getting tests and just waiting. I'll be able to get some training for a new job my friends do, and that will lead to an actual career, but I have to wait for the course to open up or a two day course that only comes from inside the place, and I'm just waiting for test results for my blood work which should be the start of next month, but then more waiting to see about surgery after that and ugh haha. Just waiting. But at least there's something at the end. Been thinking of starting stream back up since Cyberpunk update and dlc is coming out, update arleady came out and its great, suuuch a good update, but I can't use my facecam for it anymore haha, the update too beafy. Might get a new cpu soon, they're on special at the moment. I'm going to a gig in canberra tomorrow, its going to be one of my last gigs in the band I've decided. This year will be the last, just not what I want anymore been really fun but I've just moved on I guess. We have another gig next Saturday and after that one I'll say something because then we have one last one in november so it will be a big enough gap to say something and leave properly. Chonky's doing good, had a lil upset tummy the other week which was scary, she just wasn't acting herself and being very lethargic, throwing up, almost took her to the vet but she came back around and I was so grateful. Now she's just fine.

Its so great to hear you had a good time at joji and london, I thought you would. I think you deserve it after everything. Flying is such a nightmare, I'm glad you had a weird but great time haha. Having actual food on a plane, I never thought that was possible, I've only ever had like microwave package food or nothing haha. I've only been on like 2 planes though so. You at a goth club is so fitting to me idk why, and I'm glad you met some people to hang with too. That video is so cool and intense. He really puts on a show, having skits and everything, sounds very him tbh haha.

I'm so sorry to hear about your grandma. I have no words, it fucking sucks I hope everything goes ok, Its beautiful to hear your grandparents were together for so long though, very bittersweet. I hate to think of the worst but you will be strong enough to go through anything, you've proven yourself to that. You shouldn't have to of course. I get you with feeling stuck where you are though, and your town being shit. It might not be shit but you've out grown it, I felt the same coming back here too. I'm sure the people around you aren't avoiding you at all, being busy is something hard to deal with and keep up with people. I'm stupid and guilty of it too haha. Just be with her as much as you can, it will be enough and you will be enough.

I'm sorry this is a bit of a short one, I don't have much to say tbh, like I said I'm just waiting around. Its a bit frustrating but its all I really can do. I'll try and start stream up again, I really really want to get back into it, don't know what is blocking me with it. But I'll get through it.

I hope you're doing well, N. I'll write again soon.

"Licking the barrel of a gun, Chewing it like its bubblegum"

#her

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sunatoru · 2 years ago

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SOBSSOBSSOBSSOBS OK I MAY BE A MONTH LATE TO THIS BUT LISTEN MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THE END SO SOON 😭 Also so many things happened and I've been trying to find the right moment and atmosphere to read the end yk? I'm still sorry for being so late to it bc of smth weird sksksjsksksk OK ANYWAYS—

Y/N IS HEALING SO NATURE IS ALSO HEALING BUT I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER LIKE GIRLY CAN'T EVEN GO OUT OF THE WATER WITHOUT THE TRAUMA ANDD IT'S SO SAD LIKE ACTUALLY— BUT I'M SO GLAD SHE'S GETTING HER LIFE BACK TOGETHER AND THE RELATIONS OF MERMAIDS AND SIRENS ARE GETTING BETTER 🥺 , my god it's so nice to see her a ok 🥲 I mean not AS ok as she was pre rin but yk and the way she's now more cautious of red flags and stuff like damn you know she was hurt BADLY for that, but at least her tail isn't a skinny chicken bone 😭😭😭 no more are the days of pirates and hurt, just yn doing cute yn things with her boyfie

SPEAKING OF HER BOYFIE, MERMAN KITA LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO YES 100% THE BEST CHOICE I SUPPORT THIS DECISION and like it feels like I kinda added something to the final decision to have kita as the true luvr boy but if it's not true then let me live in a lie just this once 👉👈 okokok back to him, HE IS SO SWEET OMG LIKE GIVING HER DIFFERENT ROCKS LIKE C'MON— 😭 I JUST IMAGINE HIM ON LIKE A JOURNEY OR SMTH AND WHEN THE MER PEOPLE FROM OTHER KINGDOMS GIVE HIM SOUVENIRS HE ASKS FOR ANOTHER SET FOR HIS SIREN GF 🥺🥺🥺 ACK MY HEART— Gosh, the way he knew he should be cautious of Rin despite being long time best friends bc he acknowledged that what Rin did was shit and will absolutely hold it above him for the rest of time (probably) like Ugh can he BE anymore doting???? And don't get me started on how he waited for her to be comfortable with coming out of her shell again

THEN RINTAROU SUNARIN TAROUSUNA HOW'S IT BEEN???? I have major questions abt like what was he doing in the shack or maybe it's his now? Like maybe the woman wasn't actually a mer person who lives above water and she yk 💀 idk but anyways, I can't believe I felt smth when he put his hand on Y/N's cheek like GURL What I thinking but GOD I can feel the way he still loves her and regrets what he did all those years ago, how he inspected her face to see if there's any remnants of his past mistakes but also to remember the face he fell for so long aho and how stupid he was to ever cause pain to it (or not but that's my HC and I will die beside it) he is such a little wet napkin aksksksksk the way he was shocked when he saw Kita made me chuckle a bit to cope </333 but it's nice to know that he was really ready to lay down his life for forgiveness, it shows that he REALLY thought about what he did and I think that's admirable

THIS WHOLE SERIES WAS A ROLLER COASTER MAN, THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS STORY TURNING INTO A BETRAYAL THRILLER AND FINALLY TO A TALE (TAIL heh) OF HEALING AND PAST REGRETS I'M IN LOVE, How it started with a love you think could work if they fight for it hard enough to a love you think shouldn't be after the actions of one to a love you know could never be yet something that could teach someone the importance of cherishing those you care about no matter your selfish desires. MAN THIS STORY IS MAKING ME SPOUT OUT POET SADNESS like actually it's just such a nice story and the fact that it doesn't end with them getting back together the right way this time gives it a sense of bittersweet endings, Rin might still love her but YN loves Shin now, yet that doesn't mean the love she had for Rin was something she'd forget about, it was part of who she is today and the times when they truly did seem in love were happy moments. YN understanding that her experiences changed her for better or worse, but it taught her so much and it led her to Shin. This feels so bittersweet and I can't have it any other way :) This series is amazing and I hope you continue to write in ways that could invoke the old man writing with a feather pen in an old study in people (specifically me)

P.S ACK OK I WANNA SAY AGAIN THAT I'M SORRY FOR BEING LATE BUT I KNEW THE SECOND IT WAS POSTED BUT HAVE BEEN PUTTING IT OFF BC IT'S THE END END LIKE 😭😭😭 My heart— And and I decided to not ask on anon bc of the last ask I sent so 👉👈 I MEAN It feels so good to like be brave enough to yk be known but like I was also scared like how am I gonna prove it's actually me 💀 but I decided to just do it :)) AND ONE MORE THING I really do wanna reblog this series to my hearts contents but I feel bad for endlessly reblogging stories while I still don't have a masterlist cause I imagine people seeing smth I write and going to my blog to see what else I write and having to scroll through a mountain's worth of reblog just to get to my little pool of drabbles 😭 But I'm working on that masterlist so uh watch out for them reblogs from yours truly 💕 Anyways,see you in the next Suna redemption arc maybe 🙏

WAAAAAAAAAA IM SORRY I DISAPPEARED AND LEFT THIS ASK TO COLLECT DUST IN MY INBOX!!!! ALSO VERY NICE TO MEET YOU OFF OF ANON!

ngl you kinda did give me the idea to make yn get with kita 🤭🤭🤭 like after your asks i was like “omg… anon’s onto something holy shit” and their dynamic was so good 🥹

I ACTUALLY HAVE PLANS FOR MR MERMAID!SUNA but i think we (me) all need to be very patient before it gets released 😞 AND YOUR HC ABOUT HIM ARE KINDA SPOT ON WITH BOTDB CANON NGL, we will definitely see more of him, his past and the years without yn soon 🥸

thank you so much for your constant kind asks and the length is always huge omg (in a good way) it makes me so happy and excited to keep writing!! LIKE GENUINELY YOUR ASKS WERE ONE OF MY BIGGEST MOTIVATORS FOR BOTTOM OF THE DEEP BLUEEEEE THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAA

#🌀. dizzy replies #🌀. long ask

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