#Usually his mouth looks pretty normal while he’s eating but this time it just went completely relaxed for some reason

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Geez Nick, way to scare a gal to death with your creepy open puppet jaw.

Warn me next time.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Pt 1(you’re here)

Pt 2

warning: dubcon, somno, size difference(big time)

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Having thoughts about a fairy that’s the last of his kind.

He usually spends his days lounging around in flowers or by the lakeside, sometimes visited by woodland creatures.

After his species died out, he's been quite lonely. Being the last of your kind was a fate worse than death, and all he wanted was someone to call his own.

And then he sees you, a normal human woman walking home through his forest.

Usually fairies would play tricks on wandering humans or even curse them for entering their forest, but he couldn’t take being alone anymore, so he followed you home instead.

He just planned to take up residence in your garden, maybe help your plants grow if he felt like it… but one night he ended up flying by your window.

The sight of you undressing made his wings flap in excitement. Your ample breasts, soft belly, and plump thighs were a lot to take in, but he sat in the windowsill, his eyes fixated on your body as he stroked his cock.

He’d never seen a fairy that looked like you, they were all so little and dainty. You had such soft features, all he wanted to do was bury his face in your breasts and fuck that fat pussy of yours.

But alas, he was too small, barely the size of your hand. Never before had he wanted to be the side of a human. Their bodies seemed so clumsy and cumbersome… but now the only thing on his mind was finding a way to grow to your size.

As you slept, he flew in through your cracked window, settling on your chest. It was softer than he imagined, like lying atop two doughy mountains. The fairy couldn’t help but marvel at your hard nipple poking through the fabric of your top.

He held your perky bud in both of his hands, marveling at the way you whimpered under his touch.

Before he knew what he was doing, the little fairy pulled out his cock. He pushed up the fabric of your shirt just enough so he could rub the tip of his sensitive, needy cock on that pretty nipple of yours.

“Mmph…”

He stopped rutting against your nipple when he spotted your soft, plump lips, glistening in the moonlight. The fairy’s shimmering wings fluttered as he gently walked between the valleys of your breasts and climbed up your face.

He positioned his cock between your slightly parted lips, gently pressing the tip against your tongue, testing the waters.

When you didn’t wake up, he began to slowly fuck your mouth, glancing up to your eyes every once in a while before picking up speed.

It was like heaven for him, fucking into your warm, wet mouth, imagining you tasting his cum on your tongue come morning time.

He lost count of how many times he was pushed over the edge by your soft tongue, and ended up passing out on your breasts. He looked like the cutest little thing, all curled up in your cleavage…

When you woke up the next morning, everything was the same as usual. You just had this weird taste in your mouth…

After a nice breakfast, you went to water your plants, only to find out your vegetables had doubled in size over night! As you stared on in awe, your little fairy admirer sat on your windowsill, his cheeks pink as he watched you smile and harvest the plants he had tended to.

You were his lover now, after all… and he didn’t want you going hungry, did he? Especially not when he was planning to find a growth spell and fill that chubby belly of yours full of his young so he could rebuild his species.

You’d need lots of nutrients to carry his young, and he was a good little mate~

part 2?

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[mrsbarnesblog]

Do you want me to help you?

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: As you and Bucky spend time at your place, things get hot pretty fast.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: +18❗️smut, subby Bucky, he's jetting his first blow job, come eating.

Author's note: enjoy<3

It was another Friday night when you invited Bucky to your place so you could order some food, watch movies, and cuddle under the blankets.

You and Bucky met almost six months ago at the coffee shop. You were walking in when someone suddenly bumped into you, and you ended up lying on the ground with a large coffee stain on your pink blouse. The man who caused this mess ended up being an Avenger. Sergeant Barnes, a former Winter Soldier, was really cute when he got all nervous and couldn’t stop apologizing for the situation. He said that he really needed to be somewhere else, so he took your number with a promise to pay you for everything and ran away, leaving you with shock and excitement bubbling in your body.

You were too stunned to speak, because not only was it an Avenger, but it was Bucky fucking Barnes—the person whose whole biography you willingly studied in school. He was much taller than you imagined and definitely more attractive. His apologies seemed to be really sincere, so you were just stupidly nodding while he was speaking. Bucky asked for your phone so he could call himself and have your number until he would have time to properly make amends.

Then you didn’t know that you had just met your future boyfriend.

Soon he called you and asked you to meet him at the cafe, and you agreed without any hesitation. He was too sweet for his own good, and that minidate was one of the best experiences that you’ve ever had.

Now, you don’t know how you ended up in this situation, but you were sitting on Bucky’s lap on your couch while the two of you were too lost in the kiss.

Of course, you have already kissed, but most of the time it wasn’t too rough or desperate. You knew that Bucky had hard times trusting people, so you didn’t push him with anything. You were happy just to be with him, and if he needed time to start touching you or have sex, it was okay.

But right now, something has changed. His hands were gripping your thighs, pushing you harder on his erection in the jeans. Bucky kissed you like a starving man; his tongue was in your mouth, and he had already bit your lower lip several times. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice that you started moving your body against his.

At that moment, he came to his senses, stopped your hips with his hands, and pulled out of the kiss, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" You asked while trying to catch your breath. "Was it too much?"

"I don’t know." He looked you in the eyes, and you saw that his own were much darker than usual. "It was too long ago, and I'm not sure that I’m ready right now." He looked down as if he were ashamed to say this.

"That’s okay, baby, I promise. We can go at your own pace. I didn’t have sex for some time too, so that’s okay." You smiled at him while your hand found a place on his stubbled cheeks.

"It’s not just a few years." He mumbled. 

"What?" 

"I haven’t had sex since I went to war." Silence fell on you while you were trying to process his words.

"Wait… really?" He nodded. 

"You know, while I was with HYDRA, I was busy with different… things. And after that, I was just trying to get back to a normal life."

"I see, but I really thought that you at least were with someone in Bucharest or in Wakanda."

"No. In Bucharest, it was unsafe to even go out in the streets, and in Wakanda, every woman was for me like a sister, you know? You are the first one who I wanted to know as more than a fri-Oh, shit!" He suddenly gasped. You just wanted to move a little bit, but instead, you accidentally touched his erection.

"Oh my God, I’m sorry!"

"T-that’s okay, just don’t move, please. It will disappear." Bucky threw his head back on the couch and closed his eyes tightly.

"Do… do you want me to help you?" You asked almost innocently. "I mean, we don’t have to have sex, but I can do other things to help your problem."

There was another awkward silence when Bucky opened his eyes and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You don’t have to do that. Really."

"What if I want to?" You moved closer to his face, almost touching his lips. "Would you let me take care of you?"

Bucky’s eyes were dark again, full of need and lust. Finally, he nodded slightly. You gave him another sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, and not wanting to waste any more time, you slipped from his lap onto the floor.

"Wait! You want to—you don’t have to—I mean– fuck." Bucky hid his face behind his hand from embarrassment. You act like a fucking child.

"Hey, baby. Talk to me. It’s okay." You put your hands on top of his, pulling them away. "What happened, James? You thought I meant to help you with my hands?"

"Mhm. I’ve never done this before." He mumbled something that you almost didn’t understand. Bucky's face was pink, so you put your hands on his burning cheeks to calm him down. "I’m sorry that I’m such a mess."

"You’re not a mess, Bucky. So you’ve never got a blowjob? Even before the war? I thought you were a ladies’ man." You asked gently.

"I was, but back in the day, it was hard to find a girl that would do it just because, you know? Sex was more available because blowjobs were more intimate, I guess. And I’ve never had real relationships, sooo." He just shrugged, feeling even more embarrassed.

"I understand. And that’s okay if you don't have experience in something. You don’t have to be ashamed, at least not with me. I still want to do this, if you don’t mind." Bucky nodded again before leaning closer to your face and kissing you with passion.

While you were kissing, your hands slipped from his face, running across his chest and abs, right to the bottom of his jeans. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed Bucky back onto the sofa. As soon as the pants were unbuttoned, he helped you pull his clothes lower, and you gasped.

His beautiful dick was standing right in front of your face. Hard, thick, with a vein from one side and pre-cum leacking from the tip. Honestly, you’ve never found them attractive, but it seemed like Bucky was perfect everywhere, so the sight before your eyes made your mouth water.

"Holy shit." You breathed out as your hand wrapped around him, and the fingers barely even touched each other. Your boyfriend’s body instantly tensed; he was not used to this kind of touch. You gave him a few strokes, seeing how his eyes rolled back in pleasure and a tiny moan escaped his mouth. "You know, that’s a shame that no one put this pretty cock in their mouth." You smiled as Bucky’s ears got pink from your praise. "Look at me."

As soon as he did as you told him, you looked directly into his eyes and licked him from the bottom to the top, swirling your tongue around the tip. The taste instantly filled you, and you slightly moaned, sending vibrations down Bucky’s body.

He tried to hold himself together. He really did. But the sight of you on your knees, looking him in the eyes with his cock in your mouth, He completely lost it and let out the loudest moan that he had ever made. Both metal and flesh gripped the sides of the couch, but the pleasure was too intense, and he was overwhelmed.

You started moving your head up and down, still looking Bucky in the eyes. The tip of his dick met your throat, but there were still a few inches left.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, holy shit!" He whined and threw his head back.

You let him slip out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and started stroking him with a hand, using the mixture of your saliva and Bucky’s pre-cum to make it easier.

"Put your hand on my head, baby. Do whatever you want." Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then his right hand fell on top of your head and made a messy ponytail. You smiled and put your lips back on his dick, gently licking and sucking the tip. The hand on your head slightly pushed you down, and you allowed Bucky to control you.

He slipped back into your mouth until his head touched the back of your throat. You started moving on your own, but Bucky’s hand was still tightly holding your hair as he was showing you the pace that he liked. Your eyes were watering, and saliva was dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care about it when your boyfriend was such a mess.

Bucky’s eyes were partly closed as he was trying to look at the beautiful view before him. Your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock, and it was probably the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He couldn’t hold back the small moans escaping his mouth because it was too good—feeling your warm and wet mouth around him. He tried not to push you too hard, but from time to time his grip tightened and his hips moved by themselves, making you choke.

"Doll." Bucky moaned. "Please, baby, I’m so close, oh my– fuck." He instantly pushed you lower, but you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you moaned around his cock, lifting your free hand on his torso under the shirt. You felt that his body was tense, and the muscles under your fingers were trembling. You knew that Bucky was close, so you ran your nails over the hot and soft skin. "Doll– doll, you should move. I’ll cum– fuck, please." Bucky whined and tried to take you off of him, but you didn’t let him and instead swirled your tongue around him.

You felt it before it happened: Bucky’s body tensed, his cock twitched, and a loud moan filled the room. In a second, your mouth was filled with a warm, a little bit salty, and a little bit sweet seed. You moaned at the taste, still sucking his dick until you knew that he had completely finished, and only then swallowed every single drop.

Bucky’s hand fell out of your hair on the sofa near him, and he was sitting there almost senseless with heavy breathing and closed eyes. You helped Bucky put himself back into pants and then sat on his lap again.

"James?" You gently put your hand on his face.

"Mm." Bucky finally opened his eyes, and you have never seen him in this condition: sleepy, relaxed, with a tiny, lazy smile on his face. "Can’t believe that you just did it, doll. It was better than any sex that I’ve had in my life." He leaned into your touch. Bucky grabbed your face and dragged you closer until you two connected in a kiss, and he could taste himself on your tongue.

"I’m glad you liked it."

"Liked? Doll, you almost sucked my soul out." He chuckled. "Now I have to pay back." Suddenly, one warm and one cold hand were under your pajama shorts.

"Not today, baby. You’re tired. Would you stay for a night?" You bumped your nose with his, leaving light and short kisses on his lips.

"Of course, doll."

[erwinsvow]

i’m lime green jello rn… need some jealous shy!reader and rafe

rafe had said he invited some other friends. you thought it would be a quiet gathering, just topper and kelce like usual, playing their games and discussing whatever it was your boyfriend talked about with his friends over beers.

you didn't do so well with big crowds, something rafe knew already, but you were getting used to hanging out with the three of them together. you got along with them well, and they didn't seem to mind your quietness like you worried they would.

in the car ride over, rafe told you some other people might be coming. you had tensed up immediately. your first thought was wondering if you could handle being around new people, your second if you could make it through the night like you had originally wanted to.

you knew it was stupid, it always felt that way. and normally rafe was so understanding about your personality, so accommodating. you felt guilty even bringing it up tonight, not wanting to burden him with your issues. sucking it up, you went inside, thinking you could make it work.

you did for most of the night. after rafe left to try and sell like he always did, you talked with kelce and topper on the couch, eating pretzels while they went through beers, introducing yourself to one or two people who came to say hi to them.

you didn't do well away from rafe in situations like this. yes, it was fucked up, that you were so reliant on your boyfriend. you knew it and didn't care anymore, craning your neck to see where he'd gone off to.

"he's over there, princess," kelce comments, gesturing to the far corner of the room. the nickname made you feel clammy and embarrassed—it only felt right coming out of rafe's mouth. you turn to look, watching rafe talk with a pretty girl, leaning in close to say something, the girl smiling and laughing.

in that moment, everything went silent except the sound of your heart thumping in your ears. she was pretty, with an aura of self-assurance that you so profoundly lacked. she didn't seem painfully shy or skittish, she didn't seem like talking to a stranger made her face burn and shoulders shake. she talked to your boyfriend like she knew him, like they were close.

jealousy rakes over you, painting your features green with envy. first, that rafe was talking to this girl so closely, that he had forgotten about you on the couch with his friends. second, that this girl seemed like the epitome of everything you wanted to be—surefooted, confident, pretty enough that she knew it without someone having to remind her all the time.

"who's that?" you ask, though it comes out shaky.

"uh, i think that girl he used to date-" topper starts, but kelce kicks him in the shin. "ow, what the fuck?"

kelce shakes his head, motioning with his eyes to your figure, eyes fixated on your boyfriend and the girl.

"oh, um, the girl he used to hang with. yes, hang out with. that's right," topper corrects with a cough.

it all seems like background noise. you get up, leaving the boys on the couch and heading towards rafe without a second thought. when he sees you, he smiles, opening his arms to bring you in. you don't lean in though, like you always do.

"hey, kid. this is my friend sofia."

"hi," you say, smiling at the pretty girl. "nice to meet you." you turn to rafe, talking so quietly he has to lean in. he brings an arm around your back, bringing you a few feet away.

"hm?"

"can you take me home, please?"

"y'just got here. what's up?" you hesitate for a moment, faltering. then you glance back at rafe's friend, looking at the two of you, her gaze on rafe.

"i didn't come here to watch you talk to some other girl all night." rafe blinks, a little taken aback. in all the months he's known you, he doesn't think you've ever said something so sharp to him.

"excuse me?" he thinks you'll apologize like you always do.

"you heard me," you reply, crossing your arms. "can you take me home or should i walk?" even with your attitude, the question is asked politely, or so he thought. "if you're so busy with her, i'll walk."

rafe laughs, and your eyes get watery. it would be one thing if he understood your feelings once you said it, but he laughed. you turn away, when rafe grabs your arm and keeps you close to him, bringing you further away from the crowd of people.

"what, kid? you jealous, hm? is that what this is?" tears spill down your face before you can stop them, an angry retort bubbling up. it dies in your throat before you can get it out. "she is a friend, s'all. you got that?" rafe brings his knuckles to your temple, tapping softly.

"you didn't tell me about her, and topper said she's your ex girlfriend-"

"he's got a big fuckin' mouth. we went out once. one time. haven't seen her since."

"you invited her-"

"i invited two people, she came with them. now, you want me to leave with you?"

you feel another tear spilling down. you don't rafe to leave the fun for you. he brings his hand to your face, wiping it away.

"we can go right now. don't care. not here for her or anyone else, here for you. got that?" you nod, leaning into his touch. an apology lingers on your touch, but you refrain, still a little angry.

you grab rafe by the collar of his shirt, pulling it in towards you and into a kiss. you stay like that for minutes, not letting go while you make out, catching the attention of others around you. when you let go, his shirt is wrinkled and his lips are red.

"okay, let's go." he follows you out, laughing to himself.

"jealous. you're cute, kid."

[vividraft]

fading remembrance pt. 2 !

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!reader x xiao

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: even though you had passed away in your previous life, your soul was brought right back to xiao

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops). also this is a continuation of a previous post !

old post masterlist tba !

xiao has never cared about humans a lot, and with the burning memory of your death, his care for mortal beings had pretty much disappeared.

he tried his best avoiding places that you and him had visited together, which was hard because you dragged him along everywhere you went. not like he disliked that, he loved it, but now, with you being gone, he hates being reminded of you.

even the almond tofu that was prepared at wangshu inn for him, was something he couldn't even look at for a while. but he had to eat something, so he swallowed down the tofu along with the weird feeling in his throat when he remembered the special way you used to prepare his favorite food.

After a while, he came to accept that you were gone, and that he wasn't going to get you back.

so xiao started traveling all across teyvat to find a restaurant or a person who made his favorite dish taste even just a little like you made it taste.

but all his traveling was all in vain. every almond tofu he had tasted ever since you prepared it the last time just tasted plain, and even the memory of the way it tasted when you made it started to fade.

So Xiao stopped caring about anything at all, and just went back to the way his life was before you - only fighting monsters, since it was all he knew.

he didn't care about the way Verr Goldet looked at him filled with compassion, he didn't care for the endless thanks he got whenever he saved another mortal from a group of hilichurls, and he didn't care about what he ate and if he ate. it was all the same.

so he certainly didn't care when a new cook started working at wangshu inn.

at least that was what he told himself. so he didn't know why he found himself in front of verr goldet one day, asking what the new cook's name was.

and the name was [name]. weird. It sounded a lot like his past lover's name.

and although xiao didn't care, he found himself ordering a portion of almond tofu from you one day. the way you had greeted him and treated him like he was a normal person, and not a yaksha, reminded him a lot of his past lover. maybe a little too much.

xiao nodded as a thank you when you had handed him the almond tofu he ordered. He dropped a few mora into your hand and teleported out of the place, and onto the quiet balcony he spent most of his time at.

The cold air of today's evening brushed through xiaos hair. he sat down onto the balcony and took out the spoon you had handed him before he disappeared.

the spoon made its way through the tofu, and a small piece of it traveled from the plate to xiaos mouth.

That was when xiao felt his heart skip a beat, and the air in his lungs froze.

the tofu, the dish that you had just prepared for him, tasted like something he had long yearned for and already forgotten. The almond tofu tasted just like how his past lover prepared it for him.

xiao hasn't finished the plate quicker than anything.

From then on, he came up with a million lame excuses, as to why he had to interact with you. He spend days and nights thinking about another reason to talk to you.

and although xiao thought it was impossible, the more he talked to you, and the more your smile wandered into his mind, the more he thought you were the one he had loved in the past.

after a while of him finding excuses to interact with you, xiao made his way out of his usual place to find morax.

maybe the former geo archon could help him with any of the things that were happening.

"you think they are the same person?", morax asked, and his lips quickly found his cup of tea.

xiao nodded frantically.

"Well there is a chance that it is their soul. it might be the soul of the one you had loved in the past", morax explained. 

"but even if that is the case, they don't contain the same memories or feelings as the one from your memories held for you"

xiaos eyes remained on the floor, and he balled his fists.

"Is there nothing I can do? Is there no one who could help me?"

"There might be one way to help them remember. Yet this only works if they are willing to remember. if they want to live a new life, and not repeat the one they had lived before, they might deny it, meaning that they will not be the person you have been missing all this time. Are you willing to take the risk?"

xiao had never agreed to anything as fast as this.

"very well. find a way to bring them to me, and i will see what lies within my power"

xiao thanked the former geo archon , and took his leave.

Although you and xiao have interacted a few times before, the question he asked you took you by surprise.

"you want to take me somewhere?", maybe he should have chosen different words. but how was he going to explain that he thought that you carried the soul of the one he had loved before? he had to find a way for you to agree-

"well if you aren't bringing me into any dangerous situations, then of course! but i believe that i will be safe around a yaksha"

there it was again, the way you acted, which made him believe he knew you inside and out.

When xiao led you to a quiet and small location, you didn't expect zhongli to be the one who you were going to meet that day.

you had met him a few times before. you held smalltalk with him at wangshu inn, and greeted him a few times when you saw him in the streets of liyue.

"Greetings [name], please take a seat", he greeted you, and you took a seat at the table across from him. xiao sat beside you.

"Would you care for some tea?"

"of course, why not", you smiled, slowly starting to wonder why you were here.

"you may wonder why you are here today", zhongli started.

"it's a little complicated to explain the situation, but i would like for you to answer me a question.

"oh, well what would that question be?"

"When you see this necklace, what do you feel? do you remember it?", zhongli placed a teal colored necklace in front of you onto the table.

you weren't sure if you had seen it before somewhere. Were you supposed to remember it? because that certainly wasn't the case.

"I do not happen to remember ever seeing this necklace before... but, a strong sense of nostalgia fills me when I look at it. it feels like it belongs to me, and if i have seen it and owned it before, yet i know that i have not seen it before.

"would you like to know where those feelings come from?", zhongli softly smiled. His soft smile made you feel like you could put all your trust into him.

"gladly", you replied.

"please put the necklace on", zhongli said.

you had expected anything, but the things that happened when you put on the teal colored necklace. a golden light washed over you, along with a strong sense of nostalgia. stronger than you had ever felt before. The light was followed by a weird dream. or maybe a vision of sorts?

In your dream you saw a person that resembled your looks slightly, spending time with xiao in a lot of different places.

you heard a few voices, and from what you could tell, the person in your dream was a lot like you. if you wouldn't know any better, you could say that person was you.

of course you knew that last thought wasn't right, but your brain didn't seem so convinced for some reason.

when you woke up, you found yourself lying in one of the hotel beds of wangshu inn. you sat up in your bed, looking around utterly confused. How did you end up here?

you quietly left your room, and walked up to the balcony where you know xiao spent a lot of his time. you now had a lot more questions than you fell asleep with.

When xiao and zhongli heard your quiet footsteps approaching, they both turned around to face you.

"I see you're awake, i was just about to check on you", zhongli greeted you.

"i... have a lot of questions", you replied.

"and I'm sure I have the answers. let's sit down somewhere", zhongli suggested.

Only now while you three were sitting down in the for once empty kitchen off the wangshu inn, you realized how quiet xiao has been all along. sure he has never been a huge talker, but he has been especially quiet ever since zhongli had shown you the necklace, which you were still wearing.

"Tell me, in your dreams, what did you see?", it was such a simple question, yet for some reason it was hard to repeat everything you had seen. not because you don't remember it clearly, no, but it was because you felt an overwhelming wave of sadness with every word that escaped your throat.

At the end, you tried to sum up your thoughts and questions with only one question. 

"who did these memories belong to?"

you looked over at xiao who was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"well it seems that xiaos assumptions turned out to be correct. [name], you are probably going to deny this, but these memories were yours from a different life. you carry the same soul that xiaos lover once carried", zhongli tried to explain, but a thousand thoughts were still running through your mind.

"i... why are you telling me this?", you asked, still processing the information you were just handed.

"I was simply doing something xiao had requested from me, i can hardly explain why he wished for this to happen", zhongli answered.

you looked over at xiao, whose cheeks were now stained a light red. "uh...", he groaned, avoiding your gaze.

"As far as i am concerned, xiao has had trouble accepting his lover's death, and you reminded him of the one he loved so he came to me with his concerns", zhongli answered the obvious question in the room.

"so you're asking me to-?"

"no! i- i mean i was simply... well-", xiao cut you off, his eyes darting anywhere but your face.

you weren't sure how to accept this information. you didn't even know xiao well enough, yet he still recognized your soul as the one he had once fallen for.

and as it seemed, your personality and the one from his past lover seemed very similar.

"I just wanted to see if... i happened to be correct", xiaos head was turned away from yours.

After that, the conversation ended rather quickly, and all of you went back to your usual occupations.

Yet from that day on, you always felt a pair of eyes on you. not in a negative way, but in a way that made you feel safe, like as if no matter what were to happen to you, nothing could actually harm you.

Once it just so happened that you were attacked by a group of hilichurls. you were unprepared and did not have a lot of fighting experience. yet xiao appeared out of thin air to fight off the monsters which were bothering you.

you thanked him, and after nodding and mumbling something under his breath, he quickly disappeared again.

even when he wasn’t visibly around, you could feel his aura on you at all times. 

and it honestly wasn't that bad.

you could see why your soul fell for his soul once before.

[biggestxsimps]

How about Harry Potter X shark like wizard reader.

Like reader accidentally turned himself into a shark once but couldn't fully turn back, so now he's human with tiny shark features.

Like features like sharp teeth or like webbed fingers.

And it's like really fluffy...

You guys can decide what kinda story since tbh...Idk what to do..

Have a nice day🪻 ( ・∇・)

Harry Potter x Shark-Like Male Reader Scenarios

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’ll admit, it was pretty tough to write this, but I hope it’s alright! Also sorry that it took so long, I’ve been a little busy recently. This is just a few short scenarios put together, I haven't written stuff in this layout before so I hope it’s okay. I just reread the request and omg I forgot to add the fluff.😭

Small mentions of blood! Nothing gorey, just a bit of bleeding.

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Harry's POV:

It was quite normal to see students with extra limbs, animal parts and inhuman features, but usually it was the effect of a spell or potion. So one boy really threw me off, I hadn't seen him around before he introduced himself to me. I thought the gills or the webbed fingers were just a result of something he took. 

But after seeing him around a few more times, I noticed that they hadn’t gone away. I had never seen him without those fish-like features. I’ve seen a lot but this truly puzzled me. 

I had planned on asking him how he’d had gotten them, or if he was born with them. But I barely knew him, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, or weird him out with my curiosity.

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I was in the Great Hall, eating my dinner when my eyes landed upon the odd boy again. Y/N. I know it’s rude to stare but I couldn’t help it. Once he went to take a bite out of a drumstick, I noticed his incredibly sharp teeth. They savagely ripped through the chicken, cleaning the bone in a matter of seconds, my body shivering at the sight.

That’s when I hear a gasp and a wince. I look back over at the boy, one of his pointy teeth in his right hand, blood slightly dripping from his mouth. The students around him started to worry, he dismissed them, the conversation barley being audible from where I sat.

“Don’t worry, it happens like every other week.”

I watched as his goofy smile grew wider, while he explained to the other students that another tooth would replace it in the matter of a couple days. Wow.

~~~

I had gotten closer to Y/N, we hang out pretty often now. I had invited him to hang out around the castle, it being a weekend, neither of us had all that much to do. I saw him walking from one of the halls, noticing him wearing his own clothes opposed to the school robes I was so used to seeing him in.

We greeted each other as he walked up to me, him asking me to lead the way on our ‘little adventure’ around Hogwarts. I chuckle before starting to walk, my steps stumble as my eyes adjust to the back of his clothes though. I thought it was just my eyes playing a trick on me, but once taking a closer look I realised what I had seen.

A small pointy (S/C) fin protruding from the top of his back. “Are you alright, Harry.” I look over to his face, his lips curved in a confused smile, I quickly nod as I catch back up with him. God, what else was he hiding?

~~~

Y/N and I were going steady now, we’ve been together for about a month now. I had planned on confessing to him during one of our hangouts, but he beat me to it. But it turned out all the same nevertheless. 

Most nights we hang out, whether it be in our common rooms or around the halls, even outside Hogwarts walls. But tonight he told me to meet him at the Great Lake, telling me had something he wanted to show me. I’d never been a fan of the lake but it wasn’t like there was any harm in going.

So that’s what I was doing now, making my way to the Great Lake. It wasn’t long until I saw Y/N in the distance, sitting just behind the water with his arms wrapped around his legs. His head turns back at the sound of my approaching steps, a bright smile appearing on his face as he greeted me. 

“G’ Evening, Love.” He lifts himself up, dusting the back of his pants before walking towards me. “Evening Y/N.” I smile up at the gushing boy in front of me. “You brought your swimsuit, yeah?” I nod. “Yeah, just like you asked.” I feel my smile widen looking at him, his own being too contagious.

“Alright, alright. Come in with me.” I watch as he pulls off his shirt, his fin slightly getting in the way, before diving into the lake. I follow his actions, making my way to the water as he swims around, waiting for me. 

I swim my way to him, far enough for the lake to be moderately deep before he swims around me, after a couple laps he dives into the water. I look around, waiting for him to pop back up, but he never does. “Y/N?” It had only been about 40 seconds but he must’ve been pretty far enough down, to where I couldn’t see him from outside of the water.

I start to panic at around the minute and a half mark, frantically looking around to see if he came up before sinking into the water. There I see him, smiling as he waves from about 10 metres below me. Bubbles start to escape the gills on his cheeks and that’s when I realise, I bring my head back up, Y/N swimming back to the top at the same time.

“You scared me for a minute there.” I admit as his goofy grin just grows. His arms wrap around me, chuckling as he lets out a "Oops, sorry." I playfully roll my eyes before reaching for his cheek, his head leaning further into the touch.

~~~

A/N: I read that shark’s typically lose 1 tooth every week and have it replaced in a day, so I thought I’d add it lol. I haven’t been that motivated as of recently, so I’m sorry if this isn’t written as well as some of my other fics. And sorry for how ooc Harry is oml.  I've also got a couple more requests to get out, so please forgive me if they come out a little late 🤧

Also thank you guys so so much for 300 followers!! We are so thankful to all of you that have interacted with our stuff, we really appreciate you all!

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- Written by Owner 1

[spenglersweetheart]

I realize I haven’t really asked for angst-

So imma make everyone hurt

Set before the events of afterlife, reader is happy to find out she is pregnant and can’t wait to tell Egon about it. However he’s been so wrapped up in the end of the world coming that he’s not been paying attention to reader. This upsets them but they make dinner and go to get him only to find him missing.

Once they find him (he was in the shed) he snaps at them and tells them he’s too busy and he will eat later. Pretty much angst ensues with the reader breaking down and spilling how they feel and that their pregnant

Yeah

You can do comfort after if you want

I need old man Egon angst

oh wow i'm actually going to cry over this i can ASSURE you. but you ask and i shall deliver <3

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( note : ik this gif is in after life but technically he's still alive here sooo <3 )

Honey, I'm Pregnant

Older!Egon x Reader

WARNINGS : angst, mentions of pregnancy, if that weirds you out.

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YOU WERE HAPPY WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THAT YOU were going to have a kid. You've wanted this to happen for a while. You were even more happy to tell Egon about it. And you were even trying to tell him, but he kind of brushes you off. It was normal, but it has been more excessive than usual.

Although it makes them worry. It also makes them pretty upset. They knew how this was important to Egon, and usually they tried to take a step back after things had gotten heated between the two of you. But right now, especially since you found out the news, you wanted his attention more than usual. Maybe because of the hormones, but you really wanted him to know.

You were finished making dinner and you went to look for him, only to find that he was missing. You checked almost all over the house to look for him. And then it dawns on you to look outside in the shed, so you did.

You knock on the door of it, but you don't really wait for him to give you a response before you open it. You only peek your head in. You see that he's working.

"Hey, um, dinner's ready," you tell him.

"I'm busy," he simply says.

A sigh escapes your lips as you fully open the door to the shed. "Honey, you need to──"

"I said, I'm busy," he snaps, looking over his shoulder at you. It makes you jump. "I will eat it later."

You seriously couldn't believe it. He was usually so much more patient than this. You knew he was worried about the world, but god, you just wanted his attention for at least a second. You wanted to have dinner with him. You wanted to tell him the news.

You break down in tears because of the pent up anger that you've had for a while. When Egon hears you crying, he finally fully turns around.

"I know you've been caught up on this end of the world, stuff. I know you're worried about it. But you've been brushing me off and ignoring me because of it," you tell him through your tears, "And I've been trying to tell you something for the past three days, but you're always here in the shed."

"And you're not?" Egon asked, "I'm trying to save it! I'm trying my hardest for you to prepare for it. I'm trying to protect you and all the other people out there!"

"Protect everyone?" You ask, "How about you start with protecting our kid."

Egon looks at you confused, his mouth slightly open.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

You looked down, messing with the sleeves of your (technically Egon's) other trenchcoat. You smile through your tears before you look up at him.

"Honey, I'm pregnant," you finally tell him. It feels like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

Egon is speechless. He doesn't know what to say at first. And honestly, that worries you. Is he not happy with the news? Did it make everything worse for them? You didn't know, and it was making your head spin at the worst time possible.

"Egon? Honey?" You say quietly, trying to get his attention.

His eyes soften. He feels bad that he's been treating you the way he's been treating you. Especially now since you were carrying his baby. The only thing he does is pull you in closer.

"I'm sorry," he whispers to you, "I'm sorry for being so mean to you."

"Don't be. I know you're worried. Especially now that we're having a kid, right?" You ask with a chuckle.

"Yeah, but this news ... Scary, I admit, but ... I'm happy to have a kid," he tells you.

You smile, looking up at him. "Really?"

"Yeah," he answers.

You give him a kiss on the cheek. "Now come on. Your food is going to get cold if you don't come on," you tell him, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the house with him following behind.

[talkfastromance4]

Extra sweetened Sugar—Jake Seresin (An Arrangement series oneshot)

author's note: just a lil oneshot

An Arrangement Masterlist

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word count: 2.5k

warnings: consumption of alcohol

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You’re usually pretty good about handling your alcohol, you don’t mix and you can tell when your cut off limit should be but with everything going on with Betty and the new ‘relationship’ with Jake, you exceeded your limits. Normally, you don’t go out with your employees, Serena, Dom and Brynne but after a rough week of late deliveries, an extended stay on Betty’s part and eating dinner alone at Jake’s, you needed a night out.

They took you to the best known dive bar that served cheap rail drinks and the best cheese fries you’d ever tasted. After your second strawberry daiquiri, you were spilling about Jake’s arrangement and they listened with open ears and wide eyes. 

“I say sign it, girl,” Brynne says placing her decorative umbrella in her hair. “He’s hot, he’s attentive, and he’s loaded.”

“I agree,” Dom says, “if you feel guilty using it for yourself, then keep using it for Betty. I bet the sex is great with him.”

“We haven’t had sex!” you nearly choke on your cherry that was placed in your bright red drink. 

“Are you crazy? Girl, he wants you so bad,” Brynne shakes her head. 

“C’mon guys, you know how y/n is,” Serena pats your back, “she’s thinking of all angles. You have to admit, it does all seem too good to be true.”

“What do you mean?” Dom asks.

“I don’t get why it’s me, he could have someone way better looking and–”

Dom clapped his hand over your mouth, his eyes stern and shaking his head. 

“No, you’re cute and adorable and sexy and he’s right to have chosen you. You’re the cream of the crop, the diamond in the rough, the–”

“I think she gets it,” Brynne removes his hand from your mouth. “But Dom’s right. Jake’s probably caught in his feelings and this arrangement guidelines crap, he’s not sure what to do. But he wants you, that’s for sure.”

“But how do you know?” you stress and slap your hand on the high-top table for added emphasis. 

“It’s in his eyes,” Serena answers, sipping at her apple martini carefully. “He looks at you like he’s never seen daylight or has experienced a sunset for the first time.”

“Impossible,” you shake your head.

“No, it’s true, babes,” Dom says. “He’ll confess his love to you soon, I’m sure of it.” 

“I don’t want to get too into my feelings about this,” you wave your hands as if the conversation of Jake would disappear like an etch-a-sketch. “Let’s drink because the work week is done.”

“Hear, hear!” Dom clinks his glass with yours. 

But the more you drink the more Jake keeps coming into your mind. The more you drink the more you think of his green eyes and back to what he meant about pleasuring you in your flower shop. What did that mean? Were you that seducible? Could you succumb so easily to his advances?

While your three friends were at the bar getting more drinks and shots, you found yourself scrolling through Jake’s social media profiles. It really was unbelievable how attractive he was and the fact that he was somewhat yours? You knew if you texted him you needed money for drinks he would transfer some over instantly. 

Everyone else thought it was a good idea but it was your good conscience that kept interrupting. Was that a bad thing or a good thing? Peering over your third daiquiri of the night that your friends were still busy, you thought it was a good idea to call him. 

It rang and rang and rang then went to his voicemail so you left a message. 

“Hello, it’s me,” you sigh, “I’m out at Crazy Pete’s or Pete’s Crazy Saloon or something like that with Brynne, Dom and Serena and they think I should sign the arrangement. They think you’re hot. And it will help Betty. Your money not your hotness. Anywho, I’m a liiiitle tipsy and these daiquiris are very yummy. I don’t know where Reynolds is but I’ll get home. I do think you’re cute by the way so don’t think I don’t, okay?”

And for good measure, you went to Snapchat, chose a filter that placed pretty purple butterflies on your cheeks and took a dozen selfies before sending them to him via text message. It made you feel giddy inside because you were wearing one of his outfits he bought for you.

By that time, everyone else came back and you took a lemon drop shot, making sure to lick up the sugar on the lemon thinking how you’d want to kiss Jake with sugar on your lips. 

The night went on and when you came out of the bathroom for the third time, someone else was standing at the table with your friends. When you came closer, you caught a whiff of the familiar scent of Jake’s cologne and when he turned around, it was Jake. 

“Jake! What are you doing here?” you squeak but lean into him nonetheless. 

“I got your voicemail and adorable selfies so I wanted to stop by and make sure you were okay,” he wraps an arm around your shoulders making sure you don’t fall over. “You didn’t respond to my texts at all, Sugar.”

“I’m sorry,” you pout, “I was having fun.”

“I know,” he caresses your pout away, “have all the fun you want, I’m not stopping you. Just want to make sure you get home safe since Reynolds isn’t here.” 

“Reynolds is a babe,” Dom points his finger at Jake. “Is he single?” 

“I’m pretty sure he is, yeah,” Jake smiles, “want me to put in a good word for you?”

“Shut up! Yes, please!” Dom nods his head enthusiastically. 

“Aw, you two would make a lovely couple!” you gush leaning over the table to cup Dom’s cheeks together. “You have such a handsome face and he has a cute one. He could drive you everywhere.”

“That’s his job for you, Sugar,” Jake murmurs in your ear. His voice tickles  your lobe and it makes you giggle, pulling away from Dom. 

“When he’s not with me,” you turn your neck to him, it causes your noses to touch. “I’m usually with you, right? So they can go out when we’re out.”

“I like that idea,” he smiles. His arm drops around your waist. “Can I get you anything to eat?”

“Pizza!” you and the rest shout in excitement. 

“I’ll be right back,” he gives you a chaste kiss to the temple, sets you on the seat and then heads towards the bar. 

“Girl,” Dom squeals grabbing your wrist. “Please, sign the papers, take him to bed, marry him, I don’t care. He’s a keeper.”

You turn around in your seat, teetering a little from the off kilter chair legs to watch him converse with the bartender. You know he’s smiling and being his charming self and it warms your heart, he really is wonderful and you decide to let him know when he comes back. 

“Pizza’s on the way and I brought over some water,” Jake announces upon his return. Before he can set the pitcher down, you throw your arms around him. “Woah! Careful, darlin’.”

“Thank you for coming here and ordering pizza when you didn’t have to,” you murmur in his shoulder/neck. 

“You’re welcome, Sugar. Wanted to see you, you’ve been comin’ home late,” he kisses the top of your head. Butterflies form in your stomach. 

“We try telling her to to go home at a reasonable hour,” Serena interjects, “but she doesn’t listen.”

“Yeah, order her to go home on time, Lieutenant,” Dom smirks. 

You stick your tongue out at Dom which he responds with a kiss in the air in your direction. 

“I’m not in the air force so that won’t work,” you huff.

“And I like her feistiness,” Jake squeezes your waist.

He’s a good sport for the rest of the evening, taking care of you by making sure you’re drinking enough water and keeps guard outside the bathroom door while you use it. It’s when you hobble on your feet that he decides it’s time to go home. To your surprise and true to his word, he calls Reynolds up to take your friends home, Dom fixes his shirt and hair in preparation. 

“You take care of our girl, okay?” Brynne says over your head as she hugs you. 

“With my life,” Jake vows. “You three get on home, safe, now. I’ll make sure you’re over for brunch and a pool day soon.”

“Wow, you’re the whole package,” Serena says.

“Serena!” you gasp but Jake just laughs. 

“I’m working on this one to see that,” he pinches your cheek affectionately. “Ready, Sugar?”

“Yeah,” you sigh heavily, “my feet hurt.”

“They do?” he frowns and secures your cross body bag over his own before lifting you up into his arms. “We can’t have your feet hurtin’.”

“What are you doing?!” you shriek clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. The sudden movement from standing to being held threw your inebriated self off. 

“Carrying you,” he replies smugly and starts walking to his truck. 

“My feet aren’t broken.”

“But they hurt, so I’m helping. And when I help you, what are you supposed to say?”

You mumble in response.

“What? I didn’t catch that?” he drops his head lower so his ear is closer to your mouth.

“Thank you!” you nearly shout then giggle when he dramatically pulls away.

While he carries you it gives you an opportunity to stare at him. He’s got a bit of beard growth going on and you barely think once before pressing your palm to his chin and cheek. 

“Is it illegal to have a beard in the Air Force?”

“Not illegal, no,” he grins, “we just have to be clean-shaven. It’s not fun when you’re sweatin’ in the cockpit with a beard. I don’t know how Rooster does it with his ‘stache.”

“Rooster?” you laugh. “Who’s that?”

“My wingman, he has a 70’s porno stache and I don’t know how he can work with that thing over his lip,” Jake shakes his head.

“His name is really Rooster?”

“No, sweet girl, that’s his call sign. We all have them, so we know who’s who in the air and the enemy doesn’t really know who we are.”

“Oh,” you continue to stroke your fingers over his cheek and jaw. “What’s your callsign?”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I do and I tell you the meaning, you’ll stop touching me like you are,” he glances at you.

“Well, I know it’s not the devil or satan so how bad could it be? Please tell me, I want to know.”

His eyes move to yours again and he sighs. 

“Fine. They call me Hangman because in my earlier days of flight school and training, I always left my teammates in the dust so I could show I was the best.”

“Hangman…Hangman…” you let it sink into your muddled brain then shake your head. “That’s not how you are at all. Can’t we change it?”

“Nah, sweetheart, that’s my callsign until I retire. What would you change it to?”

“Hmm,” you hum tracing your finger under his chin, his jaw, then to the shape of his ear closest to you. “Wizard.”

“Wizard? Why that one?” he laughs.

“Because, your eyes are emerald green and it makes me think of the Wizard of Oz. He helped Dorothy home and you make me feel like I’m home.”

“I do?” he glances at you again, his arms tightening around you. 

“Yeah. I’m working on showing you that more. I do appreciate all that you do for me, Jake, I’m still getting used to it all.”

“That’s okay, I’ll keep doing it until you feel comfortable, Sugar.”

“Would that be my callsign? Sugar?” you perk up at the nickname. 

“Yeah, I think so, ‘cause there’s no one sweeter than you.”

“No, you’re pretty sweet, too, Jake,” you rest your head on his shoulder. The walk to his truck is very long but you’re okay being in his arms a little longer. “Who takes care of you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you take care of me…and Betty and…the other women you’ve been with…who takes care of you?”

“No one, really,” he shakes his head and you frown. 

You shift your cheek higher up on his shoulder and hold onto his cheek so you can angle his face towards yours, his gait slows down so he can look at you. His whole demeanor has softened and he’s staring at you in a way you’ve never been looked at before. Was Dom right? Does Jake always look at you like this?

“Can I take care of you?” you ask quietly and he stops walking. You’re standing under the orange streetlights, the color of his eyes have darkened but they’re still your favorite shade. 

“How would you do that?”

“Well…I can’t pay for everything but I can listen about your work day, your thoughts…dreams you’ve had and we can watch your favorite shows. I’ll learn how to make your favorite foods if you’d like. And I can…” you bite your lip suddenly embarrassed. 

“You can what?”

“Help you fall asleep so you don’t have circles anymore,” you touch beneath his eye at the darkened bloom of his skin. 

“How’d you do that?” he smiles into your palm, nuzzling into your touch. 

“Well, you say you’re good at massages…I’m good at playing with hair and humming people to sleep.”

“Yeah? Can I test that theory tonight?”

“Sure, whose bed is comfier? Mine or yours?”

“They both have the same mattress, Sugar,” he smiles then starts walking again but you hear the click of his truck door opening. He sets you in the seat, hands buckling you in and he closes the door moving to his side before you can respond.

You rest against the headrest, staring at him as he sits in his spot and starts the truck. 

“Can I try your bed?” you reach over holding onto his forearm. His eyes meet yours, flickering to your hand on his arm then back again. 

“You have no idea what those words do to me,” he sighs, “but yes, we can sleep in my bed tonight. If that’s what you want when we get home.” 

You smile then start chattering about the evening before he arrived. As soon as he pulled onto the highway, however, you fell fast asleep, your hand still poised on his forearm. As much as he wanted to bring you into his own bed, he just couldn’t do it with you fast asleep like that so he made sure your shoes were off and that your pajamas were laid out on the bench at the end of your bed. 

“G’night, Sugar,” he kisses your forehead then retreats to his room alone. He hopes he’ll know what it’s like to sleep next to you soon.

[darlingshane]

the big bad pineapple

Frank Castle x GN!Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 703

Summary: Frank thinks you have a terrible taste in pizza.

Content/Warnings: Crack, Fluff, Eating, Pizza, Established Relationship, Gun Mention.

Prompt: Frank/anyone, he's Italian and his partner puts pineapple on pizza and Frank's APPALLED. He can take torture but this is too much. – for @daredevilexchange's Prompt Fest.

– Read below or at AO3.

On your way home, you order a couple of pizzas for dinner and by the time you arrive, Frank has already invited himself into your apartment. As you close the door, you can see from the entryway he's made himself at home as usual, leaned back on the couch, with one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, his hands busy scrubbing a shotgun with a brush, and an assortment of cleaning tools and weapons laid all around him.

“Hey.”

“Evening, sweetheart,” his lips curve up, glancing at you as you take off your coat and place your bag down before walking up to the couch.

Standing behind him, you hold his head and tilt it backwards as you lean forwards to capture his precious mouth. Your lips bounce thrice against his, and after the third he smiles as you press one more kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“Foot,” you semi-scold right after, straightening your posture.

“Sorry,” Frank scoffs, moving his boot away from the table. “Y’know, the fact that you care more about your little table than the guns is concerning.”

“Well, I refinished that all by myself. I care about my little table, the same way you care about your stupid guns. If I went stomping on them, you wouldn’t like that either, would you?”

“Fair enough. Won’t happen again.” He pauses his task and takes a good look at the table, “it ended up pretty good.”

“I know,” you really took pride in learning how to restore used furniture to make it look new, and that piece in particular is one of your favorites.

The doorbell rings while you’re changing into comfortable clothes, and it’s Frank who answers the door to collect your dinner from the deliverer.

After placing the two boxes on the breakfast bar, he opens the one on top, and as expected, you hear him grumbling and cursing from the bedroom when he discovers your chosen toppings for that one in particular. You had a craving for pineapple, and you ordered a second one specially for him, cause you’re pretty aware that your dear Frank doesn’t do pineapple on pizza.

He’s as simple as he’s stubborn.

“Would you relax and open the other one, grouchy smurf?” you pinch his butt as you walk behind him, “I got you one with sausage and mushroom.”

His face contorts in utter disgust as he slides that one to your side, “I don’t know how you can eat that.”

“To each their own, I guess.”

“I’d rather get shot in the head again,” he states, picking up a slice of his own pizza, folding it, and shoving half of it into his mouth.

“You know… you could just say thank you, for a change,” your eyes roll, grabbing a couple of refreshments from the fridge before sitting at the bar, “there’s no need to bash my taste in food.”

“Baby, you got a terrible taste in pizza, what can I say?”

“Said the one with an asbestos mouth,” you remark, side-eying him, “do I complain about your coffee breath? No, cause I don’t care. Guess I have a terrible taste in men, too.”

“I have coffee breath?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Say what you will, but coffee breath is normal. Pineapple on pizza? That’s an atrocity that shouldn’t even exist.”

“You’re insane, Frank. It’s just pineapple,” you let out a chuckle, digging into your delicious Hawaiian pizza, “have you even tried it?”

“Don’t need to.”

Grinning, you move the slice in your hand towards his mouth, “come on, have a little taste, baby. No one's gonna know the big bad punisher got an itty-bitty bite of pineapple pizza.”

He promptly swats your hand away, scowling, “keep that thing off my face.”

Amused, you shake your head and stop teasing him, no matter how entertaining it is to see him passionately hating something as harmless as pineapple on pizza.

There are some leftovers at the end and the next day, out of your sight, he takes a bite of your so-called atrocity to discover it is not as bad as he thought, but not in a million years he would ever admit that to you or anyone else for that matter.

[princehee]

Renegade Pt. 1 || Lee Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung + female reader

Warnings: smut, one-sided feelings, use of drugs, troubled past, not a happy ending, eating out (lmk if I need to add more)

Synopsis: Based on the song Renegade by Aaryan Shah

Word count: 1.4k

This is my first ever post on this site so I'm still getting used to the editing tools. You can find my other works on Wattpad @Sirishaxoxo

You had your statistics book lying open on your desk for a while but not a word read. Your eyes were busy scanning the person sitting across the class, at least 3 rows apart from your seat, making your task of scanning quite challenging. Nonetheless, the glimpse of his hair and broad shoulders did put a smile on your face but that smile was not to last for too long before you snapped back into the reality as you remembered how the past few weeks had been going for the both of you, mostly just you.

You knew that Heeseung pretty much stayed oblivious to the efforts you put in to see him happy, to the way pleasure crept your body with his touch, you knew him too well that it hurt you for not having these feelings reciprocated.

It could take you just a few minutes to find someone new and move on, but you somehow felt that you were owned by him, from the gleaming look in his eyes to the gentle approach in his touch, you were too used to him to even give the thought of moving on a chance. You knew too well how it would end but you'd been telling yourself everyday that you wanted to be a part of that kind of an ending as long as he was in it too.

Of course, your friends had warned you he was no good. That it was too late for him to go back to being normal. But how could you give up on something that felt so right.

It was yet another round of these recurring thoughts in your head that you had to shake off to even notice the bell ring. The tall boy was already out of sight, just as usual. You grabbed your bag and made a quick run to his car, hoping it was still parked there and to your luck it was.

You got to the car and noticed Heeseung walking towards the car too, his face remaining stoic making you feel unwelcomed but as mentioned before, you were just used to it.

"My place?" He asks you in a low voice that almost came out as a whisper with the last syllable ending in a register higher than the one before letting you know it's a question. You pursed your lips into a thin line and gave him a nod.

His place was a little close to the college so you both got to his studio apartment in no time. As soon as you closed the door behind you, you heard Heeseung dumping his bag with a thud on the floor and getting rid of his hoodie, revealing his toned abs. You knew the drill, so you inched closer to him and mirrored his actions and got rid of your shirt. He swept you off of your feet and carried you to the bed.

If you were your past self, you would've said something, asked him how his day went, tell him that you'd been craving his touch the whole time during the classes but by this time you both had already justified silence as the ultimate stance.

You had some time to look into his eyes before his hair started to cover them up again, red as blood. You could tell that he was on it again, but it was not your place to dig deeper into it. You already did that once and it didn't end so well, so you just let him have his way of dealing with life. You were in for the pleasure anyways, at least that's what you wanted to believe.

You closed your eyes as you felt his lips brush over your shoulder and onto the crook of your neck. He took his time at making you feel comfortable with him again. He brought his arms under your waist to keep stroking your sides while his mouth devoured your neck. You couldn't keep your hands to yourself, so you gently brought his jaw closer to where your lips were at and gave him one good look, as if you were seeking for his permission to kiss him. He was not really being himself with the amount of weed he had in his veins, so he let you have your way with him.

You connected your lips with his and grunted into the pleasure from feeling him after so long. You felt his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as he deepened the kiss while his arms moved up to reach your bra and pull the straps down your arms.

Your hands reached his pants, trying to desperately get them off of him. After you both were done getting naked under the sheets, Heeseung sank down between your legs and started eating you out, just the way you liked it. You grabbed his hair and tried pushing him further in as he moaned into your clit, causing a little vibration inside of you. Every little thing he did to you brought you so much joy and you wished it was the same for him too.

It had been only a few minutes since you both started making out and you already reached your edge, you gripped the sheets tighter trying to last long enough, just so you could keep feeling him even if it meant a few more seconds. Because you knew that once this was done, you'd probably not get to see him for another week and lately you'd been doing so bad at the waiting.

He kept pleasuring you so good with just his tongue, you would occasionally catch him looking over at you and you hated to admit it but you loved the way he looked at you, even if his expressions were plain for most part.

You were lost in thoughts again and subliminally spoke his name out of habit "Hee"

"Hmm?" His gentle hum against your core pushed you off the edge and you came all over his face just like that. He brought his face close to your ears this time and let his body fall on yours. His arms wrapped your lower body as he rested his face over your neck, letting his chest fall and rise with each breath in synchrony with yours.

As for you, you were still stuck in that hum he let out a little while ago. It was something unusual of him to respond to you even in the slightest way so you thought it could be the drug probably taking over him, nonetheless you wanted to hear it again, so you called his name in a whisper, keeping your voice as audible as possible only for him to hear.

"Yes, baby?"

You stopped playing with his hair as soon as you heard the pet name from him for the first time. He noticed the sudden halt in your movement and quickly met your eyes to understand what he had done. He started realizing what he had just said, something he hadn't in years, something he wished he never did again.

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Hi can I request ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ with fanboy from the soft and sweet sentence starters? Thanks 😊

Changes

Summary: Going through changes while your husband is away causes you to become insecure. What will he say when he gets back home?

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader

Warnings: Body insecurity, weight gain, doctors office, depression if you squint and fluff.

Word count: 1381

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

It has been months since you’ve seen your husband in person. He had been deployed somewhere out in the middle of the ocean for around six months. For a mission you had zero clue about. He had only been allowed to tell you minimal details per usual. You had of course been worried like you always were when he was away.

You hadn’t realized this time was different from the others. You had grown depressed and had begun eating your feelings. You still hung out with Payback's wife and kids regularly. Your parents had made a trip out to you once and you had taken a trip out to his parents as well. You went out on hikes and picked up ceramics classes during his time away. 

You hadn’t noticed that you had started gaining more weight until you had a routine physical. When you stepped on the scale the number was higher than it normally was. Your doctor had reassured you that you were still perfectly healthy. She had told you that you physically had nothing to worry about with the added weight.  Even with her professional reassurance however you became a little insecure. 

You confided in Payback’s wife about your worries. She had dropped her jaw as the words left your mouth. She also may have smacked you a little harshly on your arm. Then proceeded to tell you that you were drop dead gorgeous and had nothing to worry about. She also made sure to tell you that if Fanboy had any problem with the added cushion that she’d find him and knock some sense into him. Which worried you slightly because she was a very fierce woman. 

You continued to worry, especially about how other people would view you. Not fitting into society's standards had always been something you struggled with but now it actually got to you. You would wear baggier clothes if you went out. Maybe not having your husband here to reassure you was a factor in your struggle. 

But you didn’t want to bother him with such trivial things while he was away. So you would make excuses why you couldn’t video call Mickey. You had slowly stopped sending him pictures of yourself. Which was something you had done since his first deployment. Some of the pictures would just be you being silly. Some of the pictures would be of you and your bearded dragon. Some of them would be of you in different positions in some of his favorite lingerie pieces. 

Now the pictures you sent were of what you had for breakfast or of the views you’d see on hikes that you went on. There were the ones of just your bearded dragon Tesoro or Treasure when translated. Some were of what you had made in your weekly ceramics class. You had sent some of you snuggled up on the couch covered in a large blanket and face mask. You had avoided sending him anything that really showed you at all. 

Fanboy had of course noticed the change in photos from you. He asked you what was wrong but you told him that everything was perfectly fine. He was secure enough in your relationship to know you wouldn’t cheat on him. So that thought was already out of the question. He also knew you well enough to know you would come to him when you were ready. 

He was just excited to get back home to you. As the days grew closer he became more and more ecstatic. He had been talking anyone’s ear off that got anywhere near him about how excited he was to be back on land, back with you. Payback was the only one that didn’t get annoyed as he was just as excited to go back home to his family. 

You however were very nervous to have your husband back home. Even though you still felt healthy and you didn’t think you looked terrible. It still worried you that the man you had been with for so long would see the change in your body and be turned off by it. The thought was silly though, you knew deep down that he would love you no matter what. He had always been a supportive husband and a radical feminist. He worshiped the ground you walked on since the very first time you met each other.

When the day finally arrived you woke up extra early to get ready. The start was slow as you studied yourself in the mirror. Looking over all the new stretch marks and cellulite. The way your hips dipped a bit more than before. Your cheeks had plumped up a little more. You looked at yourself and saw someone so beautiful and radiant that you had tears come to your eyes. 

But then the hesitation of what your husband would think came back to your mind. You have been together for many years now. The both of you had changed immensely since you first started dating. He had never stopped loving you and worshiping you and you never wavered in your love for him. Neither of you ever minded when the other changed. 

For some reason this time the change got to you. Maybe it was the fact that he had been around women and men that were fit as fiddles for the last several months. Maybe it was because this was the longest he had been away from you and you feared that the change would be too sudden. But you shook your head clearing those nasty thoughts out of your mind and got yourself ready. 

You put on a new pair of jeans you had needed to get due to the weight change. Then pulled on a graphic shirt that Fanboy had gotten for you when you first started dating. It was luckily pretty loose on you already so now it just had a bit of a tighter fit. You styled your hair quickly before slipping on a worn pair of vans. Then you were out the door and on your way to the unloading dock. 

Paybacks wife and kids were already there when you pulled in. So you stood with them. She had complimented your outfit which made you feel a bit better. You made idle conversation with her and the kids. The group of you were all extremely eager as you waited. The ship pulled up to the dock and you were squeezing her hand tightly. 

“Do you see them yet, Tina?” Their youngest and only daughter sat upon their oldest son's shoulders and was acting as the look out. 

“No Auntie I don’t see daddy or uncle Mick anywhere.” She pouted, shaking her head furiously.

“That’s alright dear, they’ll find us. They always do.” Denise reassured her daughter. Moments passed as you scanned your eyes over the Navy men and women exiting the ship. You finally saw Paybacks head over the sea of people. You knew that your husband couldn’t be far from him. 

You were right because as soon as Payback broke through your husband followed him. His eyes scanned over your form and you fought against hiding from him. He smiled at the shirt you were wearing. Then his beautiful brown eyes connected to yours and it was like he had found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. He hurriedly stepped towards you grasping your face in his hands. 

He pulled you into a kiss that you both desperately needed. Lips melding together perfectly, two mouths made to collide like the waves and the shore. You held his hips in your hands as he pulled away. He looked you over again and you worried your lip between your teeth, nervous about what he was going to say. 

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” You let out a loud laugh at his words, throwing your arms around him and bringing him into a hug. He nuzzled his head into your neck. Taking in the smell of your perfume. 

“You are absolutely gorgeous carina. The absolute love of my life.” Tears sprang to your eyes as your silly little worries went away. You would thank fate everyday that you got to call him your husband. 

A/N: Thank you so much for this request darling anon! So sorry it took forever and I hope you love it! I as always very much enjoy writing for my husband.

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[linos-luna]

Lunchtime 🥀

(Coworkers) Lee Know x Fem!Reader

TW: ED (MENTIONS OF EATING DISORDER)

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Dating a coworker can be weird but ultimately you got used to it and so did everyone at the office. You and Minho were considered a very cute couple at the office actually.

You rushed into your office and quickly sat down, turning on your computer and waiting for it to boot up. You carried an iced coffee with you. There are usually two other people in your little office space but one called out so it was just you and Minho.

“Hi baby.” He said with a smile, looking up from his computer. “Good morning.”

“Oh hi oppa.” You replied, spinning your chair around to look at him. “Sorry I was rushing.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

You nodded while opening up some tabs on your computer. Minho went back to work before stopping for a moment when seeing your iced coffee.

“Baby, did you have breakfast?” Minho asked.

“No.” You replied bluntly, not even looking away from your computer.

Your boyfriend sighed. He should know but he likes to ask to double check.

You continued working as if nothing was wrong while continuously sipping the cold drink.

Your boss came in to say hi and give an update. In his hand he had a breakfast sandwich from McDonald’s. Your stomach rumbled a little at the smell of it but you shook it off.

While your boss didn’t notice, minho definitely did.

“You wanna get McMuffins, baby?” He asked curiously. “We can order some.”

“No…” you shook your head and quickly got up. Your anemia almost made you dizzy and you quickly made your way to the bathroom.

Minho watched with a sigh, knowing that you go there multiple times in a single work day.

——— 🥀

It was getting closer to noon, almost lunch time, and your stomach was growling. But you ignored it.

“What should we get for lunch?” Minho asked while looking through his phone.

“I’m not hungry, oppa.” You shrug. “You should get something though.”

It was pretty normal for you not to eat breakfast but usually you had some kind of snack for lunch. Unfortunately, you just felt a little extra guilty today.

“Y/n… you have to have something or you’re going to get a headache…”

“I’m okay.”

“Y/n. Why aren’t you eating?” Minho asked sternly. “You ate lunch yesterday.”

“I… don’t… want to…”

“Did something happen?” He asked while standing up, stretching a bit before going over to you.

“No…” you replied, looking up at him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I do worry about it, y/n.” He said while squeezing your hand. “Were you on Instagram? Twitter? Did someone say something?”

“I just… I weighed myself, oppa. I gained 5 pounds!”

“Baby, you’re fine. It’s okay—…”

“No it’s not!” You interrupted. “W-why does she get to be pretty and skinny, but not me?! She’s tall and thin and everyone loves her for doing the bare minimum!”

Minho knew who and what you were talking about now.

“Baby…”

“I don’t want to eat lunch!” You interrupted.

“Y/n—”

“No!”

“Okay okay.” He said in a more hushed tone, worried someone would hear. “Let’s go outside.”

You nodded and took his hand as he led you out. Minho went to his car and came back with a small ziplock bag of pistachios. They were already unshelled for convenience.

“Here baby.” He said, giving you the bag. “Please…”

You wiped a tear and took a few in your mouth, chewing slowly.

Minho gave you a hug from behind and kissed your neck.

“Why don’t you hang out at my place after work, hm?” Minho said as he laid his back against the wall while holding you.

“We’re gonna be tired oppa.” You said while closing up the bag.

“So? I Just wanna watch a movie and cuddle.” He replied, taking the bag and opening it back up.

“Yeah… I guess that sounds good…”you said as Minho gave you a kiss on the cheek and took 2 nuts from the bag.

“We’ll cuddle and watch movies…” he kissed your neck again while slipping the pistachios in your mouth. You ate it almost automatically and didn’t even seem to react to it.

“C-can we get boba tea?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

“Yes of course!” He chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Anything for my kitten.”

“Oppa…” you blushed as he slipped two more nuts past your lips. “We’re at work.”

“So?” He said with a smirk. “Everyone knows your mine… plus we’re on lunch.”

You giggled as he slipped in two more pistachios. Minho closed the bag and stuffed it in his pocket, it was actually almost done.

“I love your perfume today.”

“I wear the same one everyday.” You chuckle.

“I know. And I love it.” Minho says while giving another kiss. “Let’s go inside.”

——— 🥀

Soon it was time to go and you met Minho at his apartment. It was always nice going there. It was always so cozy and you get to see his cats.

You greeted him at the door and he led you to his car so you can get boba.

At the shop you ordered your favorite and as you sat there waiting, you were eyeing the different people that walked by. Your mind racing with thoughts…

I’m thinner than her… okay not bad… wow she had a nice waist… wait, she has cute little thighs… mine are kind of chubby…. She has a perfect crop top body… how does she get like that? I wanna wear something like that… I don’t have the body for that… Minho would like someone petite like that.

Minho interrupted your thoughts when coming back with the two drinks. He saw a girl you were looking at and sat in front of you to block your view.

“Ready to go, kitten?”

“Y-yeah…” you nodded while taking your drink.

In the car, Minho opened his straw and stabbed it in the cup while you only held yours.

Once home, Minho was already halfway done and scrolled through the movies.

“Nothing good on Netflix… maybe a marvel movie or something?”

“Sure…” you replied while sitting on the couch.

Minho sighed as he noticed you haven’t touched your drink. After picking a random superhero movie he grabbed your drink and sat next to you. He put the straw in and set it between his legs.

You were scrolling on your phone when Minho suddenly snatched it away.

“Hey!”

“I thought we were spending time together.” He said with a pout.

“Sorry oppa.”

He smiled and took your phone, putting it in his pocket before resting your head rest on his shoulder. He didn’t want you looking at people on Instagram…

You were tired and had a small headache. But you didn’t want to admit it.

As you relaxed, Minho took the drink and put the straw to your lips. You were exhausted and drank from it like second nature.

He took a few sips of his drink before putting yours back to your lips.

What have you had today? Some pistachios and now boba? No wonder you were feeling weak and exhausted. You were about halfway done with the drink bed you started drifting off. You normally took a nap after work anyways so this wasn’t too abnormal.

Your boyfriend put the cup down and laid across the couch on his back, laying you on top of him. Although you were already asleep.

He held you, rubbing your back as he felt your rumbling stomach vibrate against him.

“Oh kitten… you’re so perfect… why do you hurt yourself like this…?” he sighed while kissing your head and stroking your hair. “I wish you could see yourself like I do…”

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This is another one of those personal experience fics. I actually do have a Scorpio coworker that checks on me. He’s always trying to encourage me to eat and gets frustrated when I don’t. But he’s patient enough not to get all mad.

Minus the “baby” and “oppa” (since we not dating, although I wish) these are actually some conversations we’ve had.

ED is serious and I hope that everyone that has it will soon recover. I’m still suffering from it. It’s difficult to break. Whether you look very skinny, midsize, or bigger, an ED is an ED

It’s important to get help and at the end of the day, the help is for you. Whatever size you are, you are beautiful.

I need to follow my own advice… 😅

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Regressor Ashrah & Syzoth w/ CG Sareena (fic) request!! :D

(fic also under the link)

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"What are you making there, Ashrah?" Sareena asked, looking over Ashrah's shoulder.

"A picture!" Ashrah smiled, finger painting on a canvas.

"Oooh . . . What's your picture of?" Sareena asked. She was never good at making out what Ashrah was drawing.

"It's me and Sy'!" Ashrah said proudly, showing her two blobs- People on the canvas. "See?"

"Now that you say something, I do kinda see it," Sareena smiled, ruffling Ashrah's hair. Ashrah beamed and went back to focusing on her art work. "I'm going to go check up on Sy', okay?"

"Okay!"

Syzoth had went down for a nap a little while ago. Ashrah was a big girl, she didn't need naps!! But Syzoth was a bit smaller, so he had to go to sleep.

Sareena gently opened the door, seeing Syzoth slowly open his eyes.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" Sareena asked, receiving a headshake. "You awake enough to get up and go play?"

Syzoth nodded, making grabby hands for Sareena.

"You okay, Sy'?" Sareena asked softly, helping Syzoth sit up.

Syzoth nodded, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed Sareena's shirt, digging his face into his arm. Sareena couldn't exactly tell if he had woken up smaller than earlier, or if he was still just sleepy.

"Did you like your nap?"

"Mhm," Syzoth nodded. "'S'Rah?"

He had definitely woken up smaller than usual. Normally, Syzoth regressed to about a toddler headspace, but sometimes he went to babyspace, or an extremely young toddler. Toddler Syzoth would have called her 'Shrah. But baby Syzoth called her S'Rah.

"Ashrah's in the living room," Sareena said, picking Syzoth up and placing him on her hip. "Do you wanna go see her?"

Syzoth nodded again, "Pease."

"Such good manners you have," Sareena praised, making Syzoth giggle and hide in her neck. "I think Ashrah has a little gift for you when we get to the living room. Do you wanna get a snack so she can finish up?"

"Fishy!" Syzoth decided, putting his thumb in his mouth. Words weren't very fond of little Syzoth, but one-word answers were okay.

"I'll get some goldfishies for you," Sareena smiled, grabbing Syzoth's baby chew toy and handing it to him. Syzoth gave a quiet thank you, immeantly chewing on it.

Sareena set Syzoth on the counter as she got a dinosaur bowl of goldfish, per Syzoth's request. Every so often, she had to keep him from falling over. But otherwise he seemed very content chewing on his chewie and sitting there, kicking his feet a bit.

"Syyyyyyy!!" Ashrah smiled, running into the kitchen. "I have a surprise! Come on!"

Ashrah began to tug on Syzoth's sleeve, and Syzoth made grabby hands for Sareena. He could walk, but he got really fumbly when he was this tiny. And he would crawl, but Sareena didn't want him to hurt his knees by accident.

"Alright! Suprise time," Sareena picked Syzoth up, following after the excited Ashrah.

"I made you a picture!" Ashrah explained, grabbing her small canvas and showing Syzoth. "Tada!!"

Syzoth awed as he grabbed the picture. Well, Sareena mostly grabbed it. The paint was still wet, and she didn't want Syzoth to accidentally touch it.

"It's very pretty, Ashrah!" Sareena praised, earnign a little happy dance from her sister. "Syzoth can you say that it's pretty?"

"Pretty!" Syzoth quietly smiled.

"Thank you-!"

Suddenly, Syzoth put the corner in his mouth.

"No Sy' don't eat it!!" Ashrah panicked, looking at Sareena for help.

"Syzoth we don't eat paintings!" Sareena said, gently prying it from his mouth. Syzoth looked confused, putting his thumb in his mouth instead. "I'm sorry about that Ashrah, I know he didn't mean to touch your painting like that."

"It's not dry," Ashrah frowned, taking her painting back. Luckily Syzoth didn't touch the paint, but the corner has sliva on it. "Sy' go into the naughty corner?"

"I mean . . . if you want," Sareena frowned. Syzoth looked worried at the threat on the naughty corner, shaking his head. "I know bub, but you did technically try to destroy Ashrah's painting."

"No wait! Don't want Sy' in the naughty corner," Ashrah frowned. Even she noticed how tiny Syzoth was after his nap. "He too little, he didn't mean to, 'Reena."

"Alright, no naughty corner then," Sareena agreed.

"Thank you," Syzoth mumbled, giving Ashrah a quick kiss on the cheek. Or, he tried, he more just smushed their cheeks together, still wanting to keep his chewie in his mouth.

Ashrah giggled and kissed his cheek back, "Your welcome, Sy'! Wanna play outside with me?"

"Yeah!" Syzoth nodded, looking at Sareena with grabby hands.

"I go put the paint away!" Ashrah smiled, already running off to put her canvas back into the closet.

"Wait- Ashrah!" Sareena quickly put Syzoth onto the couch, kinda squishing him with the pillows. "You don't move- Get back here, missy!"

Ashrah squealed as she continued to try to put all her stuff away. Syzoth whined and struggled weakly against the pillows, but he knew he was going to be out soon. Sareena just couldn't trust a baby being around all those paint.  :(

Not that he'd get into them! . . . Again.

[laduenadelswing]

Love game (Vox x female OC)

Chapter 3

Isabel stood in front of the old, red, rusting Hotel. Just as she was about to knock on the door. A blond, cute and overall positive woman opened the door. “I am Isabel, I don't know how I got into hell and could use some help.” She sopped. “Oh, don't worry, there is always a place for a lost soul. I am Charlie.” She smiled, hugged her and seemed happier than everyone. Oh, yes! Vox told her Charlie was a sunshine and naive, it's not that hard to manipulate her. Isabel thought. “Uhhh, I need to introduce you to our family.” She exclaimed excited.

Alastor - A deer like demon and hotelier. Everyone seems intimidated by his presence. Angel dust-porn star, famous very horny and masking. He would understand her, they went through the same things in a different setting Charlie – Sunshine and rainbows, way too happy for hell. Naive. Husk-Barkeeper, seemed pretty smart but wouldn't be to be manipulated easily Sir Pentiuos- Not as powerful but had deep-rooted desire for friends Nifty-small, clean, crazy Vaggie- instantly distrusted Isabel, never smiles except for Charlie but seemed to support her no matter what.

This would be a challenge.

“What do you guys do all day?” Isabel asked intimidated. “In the morning, we usually work on redemption and trying to become a better person. After that some go to work, go to Husk at the bar or work in the hotel.” Charlie almost screamed while laughing, happier than any human has ever been. “So nice, what do you eat normally?” Isabel asked, her stomach growling. “Normally everybody grabs something,” Charlie explained, scratching her head. “Let me cook something, since everybody has something to do and every exercise is done. Let me help.” Isabel smiled nervously. “Of course, Alasitor, help our new guest please.” Suddenly a tall figure appeared behind you, he had claws, deer like hair and the biggest smile on his face. “I've seen you before?” Isabel thought. She couldn't quite remember exactly what happened on her first night, but the demon looked familiar. “Pleased to meet you, darling.” He smiled. After your brief introduction, Vaggie pulled Charlie aside, her eyes killing you. “How can you get any kind of food here?” Isabel asked. “We could take a stroll, but for now you can leave it to me.” With a snap, the whole kitchen was equipped and food appeared right in front of your face. “Wow impressive, I assume you're vegetarian? Since you resemble a deer.” Alastor glared at her. “Why dear. In my days, hunting was really normal. I was pretty skilled.” As the last words left his mouth, the surrounding air heated up, the lights began to flicker and his face turned dark. He is intimidating, know I understand why Vox wants me to keep an eye on him, Isabel thought. She forced a smile on her face. “ I have never hunted before. The paparazzi always hunted me.” She confessed. Alastor laughed, “Oh dear, I couldn't be this bad, couldn't it?” Now her face turned pale, thinking about how many times she was stalked and harassed made her sick. “How did you survive your first night, darling?” Alastor deflected. “ I just ran into someone who gave me a job and a place to stay.” Isabel answered truthfully, thinking about her previous night with Vox, he was really caring. “Convenient” Alastor exclaimed. Together they cooked a balanced dinner with fresh meat, raw meat for the radio demon, a bunch of different vegetables and fruits. The whole hotel crew feasted on their home cooked meal. Charlie loved it, Angledust was horny as always, Husk smiled, nifty couldn't stop eating, Sir pentious was happy and praised the food. Vaggie, however, stayed quit and glared at her. 

“You are a really great addition to our team.” Charlie fangirled. This made her smile, no one has ever been so cheerful in her presence and meant it. “I love to help, maybe you can help me someday to go back to earth.” Charlies eyes grew bigger. “How is earth right now?” She asked curiously.

“Right now? I don’t know if it´s getting better or worse. So many people fight and hate each other, the real beauty is forgotten. But to be able to travel anywhere you want is actually amazing. I am sure you would love the sun, beaches, galas and stars.” Isabel answered Charlie's happiness was addicting. Charlie smiled. They tidied up, everybody seemed to go their way. Alastor showed you your. It was small, but it had character. With some pictures and cool pillows, it would be very comfortable, she thought. After that, he also left, she could leave after they did all their funny games. She waited a couple of days before leaving the hotel at night. Vox lost his mind. He covered every centimeter of hell with cameras, except for the hotel. Not seeing his obsession made him sick. He gave you into the claws of his enemy. Until she left the hotel one night, she looked so stunning. It was way too long since they have last seen each other. The chokehold she had on him was unbelievable.

She went downhill and as soon as she wasn't right next to the hotel, Vox appeared. “Long time no see.” He greeted her and kissed her hand. “Vox, how are you?” She asked him as they walked into the night. “Ah you know the usual, work, Velvet, Valentino. Nothing special.” He smiled. “I love seeing you again. Hell can be exhausting. It's refreshing to have someone like you around.” He admitted. They tried to vanish into the crowed. Some demons looked around to attack the couple. “Oh, she looks like fresh meat.” They murmured with their predatory smiles.

They cornered Vox and Isabel. “Gentleman, I am sure you don’t want to get into a fight with me.” He buzzed. As they came closer, his left eye started changing, his smile grew bigger, and he shoved you gently behind his back. The gang of demons turned away immediately, hypnotized. “Let's get out of here.” Vox whispered. The rest of the walk was uneventful, Isabel tried to vanish in Vox´s shadow. Vox towered her and made sure she was under his protection. “Finally.” He stretched when they entered his apartment. They sat down, Vox purred both of them a drink. They caught up on the events that they missed. As the night continued, they climbed up the rooftop. “I really missed that.” Vox confessed. “What did you miss, the company or the view?” She shot back playfully before continuing, “I missed our conversations too Vox, the hotel is great, but this is something different.” Isabel admitted.

At that moment, Vox's internal conflict became palpable. He wanted to taste her lips, get a taste of how their intimacy would be. Vox restrained himself, he was a master manipulator, always in control. H e wanted her closeness, but only if she desired him as well. Vox tried to get some space in-between them. She was caught in Vox's magnetic field of desire, the energy between them was growing. Shivers ran down her spine. She looked at him seductively. Her face painted in a light blue shine.”Blue suits you.”He whispered. “Thank you for saving me.” Isabel replied. He tucked her hair behind her hair. She took his claw and gave it a small kiss, looked up and gave him a Hollywood smile. At this moment she could see the electricity shooting through his body, his eye glitching a little. “You know, Vox, sometimes it's good to let loose.” She whispered, while Vox became stiff under her touch.

“Chaos can be beautiful.” Isabel added her smile made his world lit up. “I really don't want you to go back there.” Vox admitted. “Vox, you are the one who wanted me there.” At this moment, he knew it was too late to kiss her. Or was it? She turned away from him and faced the breathtaking view from the roof. A shy smile appeared on her face. “Oh, I think I need to go. I don't wanna cause any trouble.” She faced him, “Thank you, Vox.” She smiled, hugged the Overlord a little bit longer than adequate, and left smiling. Vox repaid her smile, it was genuine. He walked her to the hotel. “You wanna come back tomorrow? Or whenever you want.” He asked with a hint of shyness, before he turned on his best PR- smile. Isabel, not wanting to cause any commotion, went back to the hotel. As she entered, Angle sat on the couch. “Had a long night, Sugar?” He asked playfully. “Kinda.” Isabel replied. “You're dating someone.” He asked half-heartedly whilst scrolling on his phone. She chuckled and left into her room.

Authors Note: I would love to hear some feedback. Also, I am so excited for tonight's episode. Thank you so much for all the love. It means the world to me.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

First time you ever listen to me.

So this is an imagine that I wrote at 1am and I feel is not good at all. But here it is.

Warning: there are mentions of drowning

Yn was stiles stilinskis adopted sister. Being 2 years younger than him made stiles want to protect her from everything that had started to happen in their life's.

Yn was adopted by the stilinski family when she was 4, having been abandoned in a random house she had been brought to the sheriff's station. That day the sheriff's son was there and took a liking to the sweet shy 4 year old. The sheriff and his wife had always wanted to have more kids but couldn't so when Claudia met the little girl who had dark brown eyes and a sweet smile she completely fell in love with her and begged along with stiles to the sheriff to keep the girl.

So that's how you stilinski began her life, she was a smart kid who always had a smile on her pretty little face, but she always liked to be with her big brother no matter what, and stiles liking to have her around at all times placidly complied. When stile and yn met Scott they became inseparable and it was usual to see the two bigger boys and a young girl playing together.

Yn was close to her adoptive mother so when she became sick, and had to stay in the hospital it became normal to all the nurses and doctors to see brunett little girl with a small bouquet of flowers walking toward the room A13

When Claudia died when Yn was 8 she grieved the loss of her mother so bad that the sheriff got worried about the girl who refused to eat and sometimes stayed sitting staring at a wall, her mind somewhere else. Since then Yn became even closer to Stiles and every night she would go to his room holding Mr.bear and climb up to his side.

Years went by and Yn had a pretty normal life till her dear brother decided to go search for a dead body in the woods. That nightt was the time Yn's life would change for ever from that day on she had been included into her best friend's mayhem. Him becoming a werewolf, werewolf hunters, Derek. And the most recent supernatural creature. Kanima. Except they didn't know it was a kanima then.

Yn had been included in the plan to get the bestiary, which they had all formed to see what was the creature who had been lately roaming the streets of beacon hills. The plan didn't really go as expected and yn found herself by the swimming pools.

She had heard voices and went to see who was there. She came into the room just in time to see stiles and Derek go under the water, she went to help them, but her path was intercepted when a horrendous creature in all fours and a tail, pretty much like a lizard. She screamd and ran the other way. She though she could get out of there safely when she heard a snap and felt something slice slightly the back of her neck, right when she was beside the diving pool.

Yn felt her limbs go numb and she fell into the water.

Stiles had just resurfaced. When he though he heard a scream but he couldn't have actually heard it while holding a splashing and very much useless Derek up

"Did you hear that?" Stiles asked Derek whilst holding him up, which became more complicated by the minute.

" couldn't have heard anything while I was bellow the water" he gruffly answered.

Well you're not the one holding us both up"

Derek just grunted in reply when he saw the Kanima wasn't near their pool.

"Where's the lizard?" He asked trying to turn around.

"It was right ther- what's it doing near the diving pool?" Stiles started cutting himself out as he saw the lizard like creature looking into the water one pool away

"You can't expect me to answer that do you?" Replied a very annoyed Derek spitting water our of his mouth.

While stiles and Derek were complaining, Yn was fighting against her own body to get to the surface. She felt her lungs where going to explode as she begged her body to function, but she had kanima venom in her system and it wouldn't wear off in a while. She tried to think, to scream for help knowing that Stiles would come and get her. But the only thing that got out of her mouth were boubles as she sank further in. She felt her head go dizzy at the lack of oxygen. But she refused to open her mouth till the very last moment. She felt herself grow tired as she felt he lungs would collapse, and she let the water in. After a while she didn't feel anything. She fought against the darkness that tried to consume her. She though about her family, her new friends, of her future life. And for a while, it helped her fight. But she soon realized none one was coming to save her. That maybe it was for the better altogether, she'd miss her family. But it was for the better. It was all for the better. And then she closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her.

Stiles felt himself being pulled out of the water and into the ground. He grunted as he hit the floor and he heard derek grunt as well as he fell beside him. Stiles looked up at Scott " thank God, I was wondering when you'd come!"

His best friend gave him a small smile down at him.

" it was a kanima, " Derek said" that's why it turned around when it saw its reflection"

"Where did you leave Yn?" Asked stiles sitting up.

" what do you mean? I left her here with you?" Scott replied furrowing his eyebrows at the boy

"No Scott she left with you." Stiles started to get worried

"Stiles when I leaved I left her here"

"Stiles didn't you say you heard something?" Derek asked him stiffly sitting up

"Yes, I thought I heard a-"Stiles cutting himself up when the truth hit him "oh my God" he quickly lifted himself in his feet and ran toward the diving pool" God please don't let her be in the pool" he quietly muttered to himself.

Scott had quickly followed him helping Derek up.

But surly stiles saw at the bottom the frame of a body. He didn't think twice abou diving in. He quickly took the small frame in his arms and swam back up.

He pulled Yn's body out. Scott looked down at the girl and saw that her lips where blue and her face deadly pale.

Stiles saw it to but he denied the truth, he gently shook Yns body

"Yn common wake up" he said" please don't live me, Yn please common baby wake up" he gently slapped her face but nothing, stiles felt fear gripp him" no, no no no, common Yn, you need to wake up".

Scott was already on the phone calling an ambulance and Derek, being the adult of the group, he quickly took stiles arm." Start doing Cpr"

Stiles could vaguely remember how he started pounding aging Yn chest"one,two, three..." and giving her mouth to mouth. He didn't remember how the tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to bring back to life his little sister.

He started sobbing when he saw she wasn't answering any of his pleads for her to fight. He hit her chest when a gentle cough came from the girls blue lips as the ambulances sirens was heard in the distance.

His eyes widened and he looked back to Scott who had been o the phone whith his mom and giving stiles directions on how to keep doing the CPR properly. " mom she coughed"

" her heartbeat's slow" derek told him and in that moment the paramedics burst through the pool room and to Yns side.

Stiles didn't remember how he ended up in the ambulance in the way to the hospita, holding yn-s cold hand in his. Or how his dad had to hold him from going in with the paramedics while they took Yn to a room to try and bring her back because her heart had stopped again.

Stiles sobbed into his dad's shoulder, dripping wet as he was " it'll be all right Stiles" his dad tried to comfort him when the truth was he was as scared as his son, that they would lose Yn.

Scott was whith them in the waiting room with his mom ad well as Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Derek, who had arrivquickly after Scott's mom called them. They were all extremely worried for the girl that had brought so much happiness into their life's with her shy way, the way she smiled and the way she was always there for people when they needed someone.

Aftera few minutes the doctor came out with sober look in his face. " we're sorry but Yn haven't survived." Everyone in the waiting room gasped at the words, everyone's eyes watered at the though that such a young life would be ended so unexpectedly. Stiles looked up tears falling from his eyes.

" Can I see her?" He asked quietly as he cleaned his cheeks from tears only for new ones to take place.

The doctor nodded and stiles went into the room where his sister laid motionless. He chocked a sob put as he looked at the once face that was so full of life a few hours ago.

"Why did you leave?" He whispered to her." Please fight, Yn I need you, please, you can't go. Don't live me like mom did."

Stiles took her hand in his and gently squeezed it as he cleaned his face with the sleeve of his shirt, only to realize he was still wet form half hour ago.

Then out of nowhere a gasp came from Yns lips and she shot up from where she laid . Stiles jumped away from her in surprise and the doctor and his dad rushed to the door of the room to see what was happening.

"Yn?" Siles whispered to his supposed dead sister.

When Yn turned to him stiles saw that her eyes were glowing violet but quickly faded to their natura brown color when she saw him.

"Stiles" she gasped out before stiles tackled her in a hug holding her close.

" I thought you were dead" he said against her damp hair.

"I heard you telling me to fight"

" well first time you ever listen to anything I say" he muttered holding her tighter against him.

So part 2? This took me so long to write. Hope you guys like it

[hiccanna-tidbits]

@jackunzel-time

Jackunzel Month Week 2 - Coming of Age

***

"Okay, can I look now?"

"Not yet!"

The kitchen is once again filled with the sounds of Rapunzel banging around, plates and dishware clattering as she searches the fridge. Jack's got a sneaking suspicion this all has something to do with the huge, tinfoil-covered mound on the top shelf.

For an entire week, Rapunzel insisted they put every ounce of leftovers in the bottom half of the fridge, ignoring the Mysterious Object™️like a leaky faucet you handn't gotten around to fixing. Not that Rapunzel doesn't occasionally need her home fridge for work-related things, but she isn't normally cagey about it.

Jack once again resists the urge to peek out of the blindfold.

"Come ooooon, Zellie! This anticipation is going to kill me before our starving artist lifestyle does."

Rapunzel laughs. "Starving? I'll have you know, sir, that I've had no less than 5 whole french fries today!"

Considering it was 9 pm, this was not an ideal french fry quota. Rapunzel definitely had time to eat more fries today.

Jack wonders idly if Rapunzel's just getting too caught up in her work to take lunch breaks, or if her manager is crunching her deadlines again.

Before he can get too far into plotting how he would swap her boss's salt and sugar without getting Rapunzel in trouble, he hears the distinctive sound of a lighter.

"Are you torching our apartment?" he asks. "Because if so, I'm very offended I wasn't invited to participate."

Rapunzel scoffs. "Don't be silly! Like I'd set the place on fire without getting home insurance first. And it isn't as though either of us can afford that."

"You're still making me nervous. Usually I'm the one who plays the pranks."

"Hmmm, well...that would have been a good idea, actually." Rapunzel sounds a little regretful. "But no tricks today, I promise. Now open your eyes!"

And at last, Jack gets to see what all the fuss is about.

A stunning, snow-white cake sits in the middle of their dining room table, covered in sparkly silver candy orbs and carefully sculpted fondant snowflakes. All around the side are little hand-painted winter scenes, meticulously crafted by an icing brush in a process that must've taken hours. On top, a "2" and a "6" candle sit ablaze.

Rapunzel, of course, spends all day at work decorating cakes. It's her career. (Or, at least, it has been for the past 6 months--the longest she's gone without leaving a job to date.)

It still seems like she went the extra mile with this one.

"What--" For a long moment, all Jack can do is stare with his mouth hanging open.

"What the hell," he says finally. "How did I forget today was my birthday???"

Rapunzel's surprise quickly turns to laughter.

"Oh my god, how did you forget?"

Easy for her to say. Back when Rapunzel lived with her crazy mom, who practically kept her a prisoner in her own house, birthdays were easily the most interesting thing that happened all year. Birthdays with the Overlands were always much more...lowkey, so to speak.

"In my defense!" He holds up his hands. "Nothing interesting happens when you turn 26. Pretty much all the milestones are finished, so it's just another orbit around the sun."

"Nonsense!" Rapunzel sticks her lip out in disapproval. "That's no way to talk about your coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Coming-of-age?" He raises his eyebrows. "I think we missed the cutoff for that a while ago."

"Well, 26 is your age now." She crosses her arms, chin up defiantly. "And you have come to it. So therefore you have come of age."

He chuckles. "Is that how that works?"

"Why not? Teenagers and college kids shouldn't get to have all the fun!"

"My point still stands, though," he argues. "You don't really...unlock the same kind of stuff in your 20s that you do when you're younger. It's not like there are new magical adventures that you suddenly have access to when the clock strikes 12 on your 26th birthday."

"Says who?"

His girlfriend's conniving smirk sends a wave of excitement through him. What is she plotting?

"Did you find an elite 26-and-over club to join?"

"Not exactly." She leans over the table, smirk widening. "But someone did have a chat with your boss about how many great snowscape photo opportunities there are in the mountains, and how you're going to need to not come into the office for while to get all the best shots."

Jack's eyes widen as her meaning dawns on him. "And Mr. North was cool with that? Me taking a vacation right before the holidays?"

"I mean. He could hardly resist the offer of having his best photographer out getting festive snapshots for the December issue of the magazine. You'd do more good on the field than stuck behind an editing desk, right?"

"No kidding."

Jack sits down, getting ready to blow out the unexpected birthday candles. He pauses, something occurring to him.

"Wait, what about you? I'm not about to go off and leave you to handle the bakery's holiday rush on your own!"

Rapunzel hums thoughtfully.

"Well, funny thing. I told our head baker that I just hadn't been feeling very inspired lately. And if I went somewhere, say, fresh and exciting, then the muse was sure to strike again and I'd pump out a collection of the most beautiful winter cakes the bakery's ever known. Ones to really send that holiday profit flooding in."

"So...you snuck around and got us both a week off for my birthday by spinning it as a work trip? And on top of that, you just casually whipped out the most gorgeous birthday cake I've ever seen in my life?"

She nods, beaming.

"You're my goddamn hero."

He stands up and sweeps her into his arms, pulling her into a kiss worthy of being the Big Dramatic Finale to any coming-of-age film. All these years later, and it still feels like cameras should be spinning around them with rock music building into a triumphant crescendo.

Maybe that's cheesy, but to hell with it.

"Have I ever mentioned I'm in love with you?" he murmurs against her lips.

"I would hope so, Overland. We've been dating for 9 years now."

***

Half a hazelnut chocolate cake and two celebratory hot cocoas later, Jack finds himself being dragged toward the car in the encroaching darkness of 5:30 pm.

"Zel, what--"

"Come on! I booked us a night in a cabin, and we need to take off before the roads get icy. It's supposed to snow in a couple hours!"

"But what about--"

"I packed the car while you were at work." Rapunzel doesn't miss a beat. "Don't worry, I grabbed all your favorite sweaters! Your snowboarding stuff too. And the sleeping bags. And the cozy socks. And the snow chains. And the binoculars. And the sled. And the scarves."

He doesn't have time to form a reply before he's being bundled into the front seat and covered in one of his favorite fluffy blankets. The sheer amount of alpine field guides and brochures on the car floor make him do a double take.

"You have an itinerary?" he asks, surprised.

She hums uncertainly as she pulls out of the driveway.

"Well...nothing too rigid. No coming-of-age road trip of self-discovery can be that structured, or else it might get in the way of spontaneous epiphanies about who you truly are, right?"

"Right."

Rapunzel looks like she's about to burst open with what she isn't saying.

"I sense a 'but' there."

"I did find a really cute place for us to sled." The dam breaks as Rapunzel pulls out of the driveway. "And there's this secluded little mountain animal rescue we have to see. And this four-star cafe we can stop at for hot cider and soup, and this really pretty snowy hike that I don't think is too tiring. Also this ski and snowboard slope we can check out if we have time, with this really cozy lodge, and--"

She cuts herself off mid-sentence as soon as she picks up that all this might be a little overwhelming.

"Buuuuut," she amends slowly. "It's not like I've put down a deposit for anything. We could just drive through the mountains and stop whenever we feel the urge. Find the best secret spots and have them to ourselves, you know? Have deep conversations and be alone with nature and reconnect with our humanity and our sense of purpose. Or something like that."

He can't help but laugh at the way her brow scrunches as she goes deep into thought.

"That sounds great."

"Do you...have a preference?" She gives him a searching look as they pull onto the freeway, already glowing with streetlamps and taillights. "Agenda or no agenda?"

"Whatever you're down for, I'm down for. Hell, I'm just happy to have an unexpected week of vacation."

"I guess that's the thing about these types of 'finding yourself' stories. You kind of have to figure them out as you go along."

"Then let's do some figuring!"

Rapunzel hits the gas, and off they go into the winter sunset, bound for their next coming-of-age adventure. One to perhaps be followed by many more, depending on how many future ages they deem it significant to "come to."

***

Tfw you keep aging but The Blorbos™️do not, so the only logical solution is to force them to age with you XD God dammit, if I have to be in my mid-20s, then so do my comfort characters!!!

Fr tho, I often find myself wishing there were more aged-up AUs in the RotBTD fandom. Most fandom olds returning to (or who stayed in) the fandom aren't the teenagers we were when we first got into the big four anymore, so...why not let them grow up with us??? It's not like their canon ages are some sacred, set-in-stone thing that can't be changed since people do in fact get older as time passes ajdnlshbf

And like!!! Don't get me wrong, I love a well-done high school or college AU, and they can be a lot of fun!!! But I think as I've gotten older I wonder more about how the RotBTD kids would navigate adulthood, and how they would change/adapt and how they would stay the same throughout their lives.

Jackunzel I feel like would be one of those couples who would just be it for each other. Like they get together in late high school--probably junior or senior year--and everyone keeps waiting for the spark to die in college and for them to get stir-crazy (as people who get into committed relationships young often do) or bored of each other, and they just. Don't. MFs hit 30 and are still in the honeymoon phase with no sign of getting out XD

Rapunzel is so right here btw. Twenty-somethings DO deserve to have indie coming-of-age dramas made about them!!! Kids and teens and college students shouldn't get to have all the fun!!! Besides, there's plenty of growing/maturing still to do in young adulthood, so why stop writing stories about that just because the people in question are out of school??? Tbh I'm so tired of movies with adult protagonists being either fluffy (hetero) romcoms or a drama about Some Guy with a wife and kids like??? There are other types of adults besides straights in the dating pool and middle-aged people with tidy little nuclear families!!! I promise!!!

Guess I'll just have to write all those funky little RotBTD twenty-something AUs myself ajshdkuys

Shout-out to the RotBTD discord for giving me the idea of having Rapunzel be a cake decorator and Jack be a photographer! I sometimes struggle a bit with future career ideas for the RotBTD kids, but these fit really well :D Jack definitely seems like the kind of person who would like something freelance and loose-scheduled where he basically gets paid to capture the beauty in the world around him :O And we know Rapunzel can bake, and she likes art, so...

CAKE ART CAKE ART CAKE ART CAKE ART

VERY happy I found that snowflake-and-orb cake, because that definitely seems like something Jack would enjoy 🤍❄️ And now I kind of want to try it 👀👀👀I DO have to wonder how they did that little picture with the tree and the car :O

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!