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lillypad910 · 1 year ago

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Brother’s Best Friend

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Emerson!Girly girl!F!Reader

Word count: 5846

Warnings: none really, mostly fluff, girly crush on a boy older than you, unrequited love, little bit of angst but not a lot, happy ending!

Summary: You are 16, the little sister of Gareth Emerson, the drummer of Corroded Coffin. You take every opportunity to be around the band of guys. Why? Not because of your brother, no! Because of him! Eddie Munson, the man of the show, the 20 years old in his second run of Senior year, also your brother’s friend. And boy, do you have such a school girl crush on him.

A/N:Trying to make more interesting photos, specifically with this one.

You wake up in the morning, the sunlight just making its way into your room. It’s Monday, band practice for Corroded Coffin tonight would take place at your house. You get up, panning your closet to find an outfit. You wanna look cute, charming, no more simple little girl, you’re a grown up now. You stare at the colorful array of clothing, the pastels and neutral colors stare back at you. ‘Ok,’ you think to yourself, staring at the items of fabric completely mesmerized by the cute frilly skirts and Peter pan collared shirts, ‘maybe one more week.’ Pulling out your favorite skirt and blouse, you put it on before putting your hair in a half-up, half-down look with a flower clip. You pull out some frilly white socks, and your favorite shoes, a pair of Mary Janes.

After putting everything on, you make your way downstairs, and get greeted by your mother, who’s making breakfast. “Good morning, dear! Gareth! Breakfast!” She calls out to your older brother. Gareth comes sprinting down the stairs, almost tripping on his untied shoelaces. “Thanks, Mom!” He starts shoveling food into his mouth as you sit down at the table to calmly eat. “It’s still ok for the guys to come over this afternoon, right?” Gareth asks your mom, “Of course! They can stay for dinner also if they want, is that alright with you, (y/n)?” You look up at your mother then towards your brother who stares at you, “yeah, that’s fine.”

You remembered the days the band of boys came crowding your garage. You remember the times and days they do gigs at The Hideout, Tuesday’s at 8. You always beg your brother to take you.

After eating, you both grab your bags and head towards Gareth’s car. The drive to school was full with Van Halen screaming in your ears, but you don’t mind. You like the band, just as much as your brother, but refuse to admit it to anyone but him and his friends.

Gareth parks the car, and you immediately step out, waiting for him as he takes his time gathering his belongings. “Come on, Gareth! Class starts soon!” You glance at your wrist watch. “If you’re worried then go. I don’t get why you have to wait on me.” You feel your cheeks heat up, knowing the reason you always did. Him.

Your brother locks the car, shoving you lightly towards the school. About half way towards the doors, a voice calls out. “Gareth!” You both turn to see Eddie Munson running up, throwing his arms around you both before walking with you both towards the door.

Eddie Munson. He is a 20 year old senior who was held back for two years. You didn’t care. To you, Eddie is perfect. Eddie Munson couldn’t do anything bad. You were so smitten you didn’t understand how your brother didn’t know. Your mom sure as hell did.

Ever since that first day of freshman year, when you came in dressed in your usual way and immediately met with rude teens, bullying you, Eddie jumped in. He defended you, protected you. So now here you were, completely and utterly in love with a boy you knew to be completely unreachable. Unless-

“How was your weekend, (y/n)?” Eddie’s perfect voice pulls you from your internal thoughts. “What?” You ask, looking at the older boy with such admiration. “Your weekend. How was it?” Eddie chuckles, removing his arms from you and your brother and opening the door. Your brother walks in and you follow close behind. “Good! How was yours?” You ask. He smiles at you, walking through the door and letting it shut behind him as you both start down the hall. “Alright, oh, Gareth, we still on for practice at your house tonight?” You continue to stare at Eddie as you walk. “Yeah, asked this morning.” “Good.” Barely a second later, you’re pulled to Eddie, your back pressing to his chest for a brief moment, making your heart pound, before being pushed in front of him by a couple steps. You almost walked into a pole while staring at him. “Careful, Sweetheart.” Eddie laughs at you as your cheeks flush red.

Sitting in class you stare at the board in front of you before feeling bored and scribbling into your notebook. You draw simple sketches before completely zoning out into your work. Your hand continues to move as you defocus. “(Y/N)!” You snap out of your daze and look up at the board, your teacher practically glaring at you. “Sorry, what was the question?” You ask, laughs fill the classroom and you sink into your chair. “I was asking if you knew the answer to question 7.” The teacher speaks, venom filling her words. You nod quickly yanking out the homework from your binder. You give the answer, honestly scared it was wrong for a minute. “Thank you.” You look down towards your note book. Your face goes red. Written multiple times on the page in pretty lettering was ‘(Y/n) Munson.’

When the school bell rings, you scurry to shove your things into your bag. You get up from your seat and walk out of the door quickly. Your class was just down the hall, but you quickly turn down a separate hallway. Just as you walk by a certain classroom, out comes a certain boy, “Oh, hey, (y/n)!” Eddie greets you, you smile at him, “Hey!” You greet back, “I was meaning to ask, are you coming tomorrow for our gig at The Hideout?” He asks, holding out his hand to you. Your heart flutters, you think about taking it for a split second before it lands back at his side, “Yeah, if Gareth is willing to drive me. I’d like to.” You express, a blush fanning over your cheeks. “Well if he refuses to, let me know, I can come pick you up.” You feel butterflies form in your stomach, “Really? You’d drive me to your gig?” “Yeah! Your like our personal cheerleader! You have to come!” Eddie smiles at you, shoving into you slightly. You giggle, before shoving back into him. “Well this is me, just let me know ok?” He smiles, you nod before he turns around and walks into his next class. The warning bell dings and you quickly book it to your next class, just slipping into your seat as the late bell rings.

As classes go by, you enter the lunch room to see your brother at his usual spot with his friends. You take a deep breath before joining your own, knowing it’s too weird if you joined your brother for lunch. That just goes over your limit of contact with him. You deal with his foolery enough at home.

Sitting down in your seat, you watch as Eddie chats with his friends, excited about something. You can’t help but smile. You love seeing him excited, it makes you feel all giddy. “(Y/n), are you coming?” Your friend, Jenny, interrupts your starring. “You coming to the party tonight? At Jason’s?” Jenny is a cheerleader you’ve been friends with since elementary school. “Oh, uh no, I have a project to work on, sorry.” You glance back towards the boys. Jenny turns and smiles. “Right. A project.” She smiles at you. You blush as you continue to eat your lunch.

“(Y/n), come on!” Gareth calls out to you, spinning his keys around his finger, his other hand in his pocket while he steps out of the school. Jeff walks next to him chuckling to himself. “Cut her some slack, dude, she has short legs.” You glare at Jeff before running up and shoving him lightly, making him stumble, but it really just makes him laugh. “Good shove.” A voice comes from behind you, you turn to see Eddie, your heart flutters instantly. He glances at the top of your head, before reaching up. He takes the flower clip out of your hair before putting it in his own. “How do I look?” He asks you with a smirk. Gareth and Jeff chuckle to themselves a bit, as Eddie takes the clip out of his hair and stepping behind you.

His nails run over your scalp instantly relaxing you. Your eyes shut at the comforting feeling of your hair being lifted back into its original hold, the clip being put back into place. “There.” He steps back. “Perfect.” He smiles at you, and you smile back. “Nice clip, (y/n). Got it out of the garbage?” A cheerleader walks by but slows as she passes you all, laughing at her own joke. “Nice hair, got it from your grandma’s closet?” Jeff calls back. The girl immediately stops laughing and struts off. “Thanks, Jeff.” He nods towards you, you look back towards Eddie and he’s glaring at the girl as she walks off, “Bitch…” simply mumbles from his lips. You can’t help but smile. “Well, I’ll see you guys at my house in about an hour,” Gareth says, stepping back. “(Y/n), come on.” He gestures to you, and you quickly follow after him.

After getting home, you drop your bag off in your room, before quickly finishing your homework. You hear cars pull up into your driveway, looking out to see Eddie’s van. A smile plasters onto your face and you wait a minute before running downstairs, slowing down as you reach the bottom. “Dear, can you take these snacks into the garage? I know your brother’s friends just got here.” You nod, happy that your mom always gave you a task, aka a reason, to go into the garage when they were here.

“Snacks!” You announce, opening the door to the garage. Everyone turns to you and smiles. You sit the plate down on the small side table they have sitting in the corner.

You sit on a stool by your brother’s drum set, watching as the guys start playing. Your eyes watch Eddie as his fingers strum the guitar, admiring him.

During a break, everyone takes a minute to either use the bathroom or get drinks, that kinda thing. Eddie walks over to you, sitting on the stool for the drum set, just in front of you. “How y’a feeling, Sweetheart?” He asks, you smile at him, giddy after the loud music they were just playing. “Good! You guys are really good.” He smiles at you and stares at you.

For the short few seconds he actually watches you, it feels like ages to you, your heart racing and pounding in your chest.

Eddie stands as the rest of the band walks back in, going back over to his guitar. As they get ready to play again you try to get your heart to steady again. A hand places on your head and you look up to see Gareth behind you, only stepping by you to get to his drums. “Good?” He asks, giving you a thumbs up. You nod and he sits.

Later that night, after the guys had left after dinner, you sit in your room and pan over the notebook you were scribbling in during first period. Your name with Eddie’s last name makes your face go bright red and your heart quicken. “God dang it..” you mumble to yourself. Before closing the book and climbing into bed.

In the morning, Gareth drives you both back to school, and you ask him on the way, “Will you take me to see your gig tonight?” Your voice was sugar sweet. “Nope. It’s a bar, (y/n), we’ve talked about this.” You pout, annoyed he never lets you, all you want is to cheer them on! “Please?? I wanna be there to support you guys!” Gareth glances at you as he parks the car in the parking lot. “I said no. If you want a ride you’re gonna have to figure it out on your own.” You glare at him before getting out of the car.

Eddie greets you both down the path,placing his arm around your shoulder “well?” He asks, looking between you and Gareth. “Well what?” Gareth asks. “He won’t drive me, Eddie.” You tell him, pretending to look hurt. Gareth glares at you, obviously knowing the game you’re playing. “What??” Eddie turns to his friend. “She’s 16, Eddie.” “She’s our personal cheerleader! She a genuine fan, Gareth!” He expresses. Gareth shakes his head. “She’s my little sis, you’re not putting her in a place I can’t watch her.” Eddie thinks for a moment. “Then we will have her sit at the bar where we can keep an eye on her! I’ll take personal responsibility for watching her!” Your heart skips. “I’ll even drive her! Please, Gareth, she’s the perfect energy we need!” Eddie makes a pouting face towards your brother, nudging you. You quickly make a cute pout face, hoping it works to convince him. Gareth grumbles to himself for a minute before letting out a soft “fine.” He then follows with “but you’re driving her.” Eddie and you let out laughs before walking into the school.

School goes by fast today, doing your usual routine of walking down the hall Eddie’s classes are on just to run into him. You chat about simple things, one being how excited you were to finally get to come to their show. Eddie can’t help but smile at your excitement.

When you get home in the afternoon, you quickly change into the (very few) things you have that are a mellow version of yourself. You don’t wanna draw attention, knowing Eddie and the gang won’t be really able to jump in to your rescue. You ask your brother if you can steal one of his band tees to blend into the crowd, and he lets you, also not wanting you to draw too much attention.

So there you were standing in your one pair of denim jeans, your brother’s (quite large on you) Iron Maiden t-shirt, and some short cut ankle boots. Gareth also gave you a flannel in case you got cold, but he made you wear it completely.

Of course, knowing your parents also wouldn’t want you going, you both stayed quiet about the engagement. When Gareth walks outside to get into his car later in the evening, he had told you before to wait on Eddie, in your room, and climb out your window when he got there.

You watch the driveway like a hawk, trying to watch for Eddie’s van. He pulls up and your heart skips. You open your window and wave at him, as he parks and steps out of the van. He stands just outside your window as you climb out onto the roof. You carefully make your way to the ground, Eddie catching you when you reach the bottom. His arms wrapped around you thighs as he holds you against his chest. You feel your face heat up. “Nice outfit! Iron Maiden, I like it!” He sits you down smiling. He goes to open the passenger van door, letting you take a seat, before shutting it for you. “To the Hideout we go!” He says, pulling out of your driveway.

Eddie has you sit on a bar stool at the bar for the entire night, obviously wanting to know where you are at all times. You ask for a glass of water, and the bar tender gets you one, smiling kindly. “You must be (y/n).” He speaks. He’s a boy you’ve seen around school, but never really paid much attention to. You nod. “Gareth talks about you all the time, they all do.” He smiles, gesture towards the band as they set up for the show. “There isn’t much to talk about.” You admit, sipping your water. “I beg to differ, Eddie never shuts up about how adorable you are.” Your heart stops.

He thinks you’re adorable? Your heart begins to race. Eddie Munson thinks you’re adorable!

When the guys start playing, they are just as good as they are during practice. You’ve gotta admit, as annoying as you brother can be, he’s great at drums and looks hella bitchin up there. You look over to Eddie only to see him look back down at his guitar.

Was he looking at you?

You watch the show, the loud music blares in your ears, just like at practice. But somehow it’s louder, the adrenaline rush you get is crazy, wanting to bang your head to the music, but also not look like an idiot.

After the concert ends, Eddie comes over to you and smiles, “So, whatcha think, Sweetheart?” You smile at him, “You guys are really good! Way better than practice.” You giggle at him. He ruffles your hair, “It’s nice to have you here, you raise a lot of moral for the guys. And as much as Gareth didn’t want you here, I can tell he’s glad you are.” Eddie nudges your shoulder. “I’m glad I’m here too.” You smile at him. He glances back at stage, “Do you want me to drive you home?” He asks. “Yes!” The word slips out of your mouth faster than you could think. “I mean- yeah, I would like that.” You try to play off. Eddie chuckles at you, before ruffling your hair again, “cool.” He walks off and you finally breath.

Eddie drives you home, stopping towards the bottom of your driveway. You stare at your house, not wanting the night to end. “I had fun.” You simply say, Eddie smiles at you. “I’m glad! Well, you should probably go inside, we do have school tomorrow.” Eddie shoves your head playfully, making you giggle.

You both say goodnight before you climb back up to your window, softly dropping onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. You sigh thinking of Eddie’s soft smile. You hear his car drive away, and pop your eyes over the windowsill to watch the van drive down the road. You are head over heels for that boy.

Sitting at lunch the next day, you chat with Jenny as she tells you about the party you missed the other night. You don’t care, obviously, but you let her finally reveal to you all the gossip that occurred. She loves to spill everyone’s secrets to you.

“And then Jason said- (y/n), are you even listening?” She smiles at you softly. To be honest, no, you weren’t, you were too busy staring at the ‘freaks’ as they ate lunch. “Snap a picture it will last longer.” Jenny’s comment pulls you from your stare, “What?”

“Why don’t you just talk to him! You are totally in love with him! Not to mention he’s always been protective of you!” “Yeah, because of Gareth! I’m his friend’s little sister, of course he’s gonna be protective of me! He doesn’t like me like that, Jenny! Besides he’s too old!” “Too old? Please! You stare at him like he’s a new Fleetwood Mac cassette! Girl, get a grip on reality!! He likes you! And yes, he’s hot, so talk to him!” “No!” “(Y/n)!” “Jennifer!” She glares at you, obviously not a serious one. “If you don’t I will.” Your face goes pale, “you wouldn’t dare!” Jenny smirks at you, “You bet money on that?” She stands and you quickly stand after her.

“Jenny, please!” You follow her as she walks across the cafeteria, your heart racing. “Hey! Munson!” Jenny yells out, and the entire group turns to you both. “Jenny, I swear!” Eddie raises his brow as you both walk up to his table. “Yeah?” He asks, pushing his chair back to give you both his full attention.

Mike, a freshman Eddie has brought into the group, looks at the cheerleader you are friends with. “What’s going on?” Mike asks Dustin, who is seated next to him. Dustin shrugs. “I have a question, Munson,” Jenny places her hand on her hip, striking a pose. Eddie glances at you and you glance back, before you both look back at the cheerleader. “Shoot.”

“Would you be interested in a date? Say Friday, 5:30, diner across town?” Jenny’s voice is overly confident. You heart pounds in your chest, scared for his answer. Jenny is the prettiest girl you know, even you know that. “Uhh,” Eddie glances at his friends, “all kindness, Darling, but you’re not really my type.” Your eyes widen as you pan to Jenny’s face. You can tell she wasn’t exactly expecting him to say yes, but also wasn’t expecting to be rejected. “Is (y/n) in that type?” Jenny asks. “Ok!!” You grab your friend and start pulling her back.

“I mean,” Eddie glances at Gareth. “She cute.” He simple states.

“Cute?” Jenny smugly reiterates. You feel your heart burst from the word. Eddie Munson thinks you’re cute! You quickly grab your friend and drag her back to your table. “See you guys later!!” You yell out as you shove Jenny. You can’t help but have a huge smile on your face for the rest of the day.

Walking towards your brother’s car, before you round the corner, you hear the guys talking. “Cute?” Gareth asks. “Yeah, I mean she’s adorable.” Eddie tries to explain. You stop in your tracks. They are talking about lunch.

“Eddie, she’s 16.” Gareth glares at him. Eddie holds his hands up defensively, “I’m not saying I’m attracted to her, Gareth,” your heart stops. You feel like everything around you slows. “Her friend just asked if she fit my type. Besides what did you want me to say! You know (y/n) is self conscious in the way she dresses! I didn’t wanna make her feel bad.” He only said you were cute to not make you feel bad?

“Eddie, just be careful with what you say. She’s sensitive, always has been. One wrong choice of word and her mind goes everywhere.” “Yeah, which is why I said cute. I didn’t say pretty. I’m not hitting on her, Gareth.” Eddie lets out a soft chuckle. You feel your eyes water, everything shatters.

You wait a few minutes after they stop talking, or at least change the topic. Turning the corner you greet them, “Hey!” You put on a fake smile. Eddie smiles back. Gareth signals you to start walking as you catch up about the rest of the day.

When you get home you go straight to your room, crawling into bed and shoving your face into your pillows. You allow yourself to cry, smothering your sadness into the fabric of your bedding.

Friday comes quickly, as the rest of the week goes by in a blur. Sitting in the gym as the game goes on in front of you, Jenny doing the cheer routine she’s been working on with the other cheerleaders. You feel out of place.

As the night comes to a close, you follow the rest of the school out of the gym, the cheering the whole school makes, congratulating the team for winning the championship game. But you don’t care, you just want to go home. You spot the Hellfire club running out of one of the side doors, happy to know your brother was ready to go too. You walk over to them silently, faking a smile. “Hey, how was the campaign?” You ask Gareth. “Great! Erica Sinclair beat Vecna!” Gareth smiles back at you. Erica?

You look past your brother to see a young girl, maybe 11, standing proudly. You smile and go to wave but Jeff cuts in front of you. You hesitate, and just put your hand back by your side. “Gareth, I wanna go home.” You tell your brother, gripping at his flannel. He doesn’t pay you any attention and continues to celebrate with the rest of the group. You feel your stomach turn.

“Gareth.” You call out, but he waves you off. “What’s up?” A voice comes from behind you and you whip around, Eddie stands there smiling, but stops when he sees your face. “Whoa, hey, you ok? You look tense.” He asks. You nod, feeling awkward. You’re not gonna lie, you’ve been dodging Eddie since Wednesday afternoon, since he said he didn’t like you.

“I’m ok. Just tired.” You explain. He nods and slaps Gareth over the head, “Hey, jackass!” Gareth hisses at the slap and turns around. “Take her home. You’re her ride. Don’t ignore her.” Eddie tells your brother. You feel your cheeks heat up. Eddie places his hand on your head, “hey,” you look up at him, “get home and get some rest, ok? Make sure to eat something.” You nod at him.

On Saturday morning, you wake up and head down into the living room. Your parents sit around the tv, the news displayed on screen. “This morning, a Hawkins High Student was found dead. We have no name or suspects to note just yet, but have been told the family of the student will be made aware.” You rub your eyes as you eye the trailer behind the reporter. Your eyes widen. “Gareth!!” You yell up.

Gareth comes running downstairs. “What?” You point to the tv your parents are watching. Gareth stares at the screen and you watch his expression go from confused to concerned. You both look at each other. “Eddie.”

The next couple of days follow with no new news of Eddie’s whereabouts, what’s worse is people are claiming he killed the student, which is bull shit! Eddie wouldn’t do that.

By the end of the following week, your small little corner of the world had been flipped upside down, but Eddie was found, his crime proven innocent. He was in the hospital for a good week before he was finally released.

You didn’t know what happened to him after he left the hospital, truth be told you never say him again. Gareth says he left Hawkins, drove out west towards California probably, but even he didn’t seem certain.

The years flew by and before you knew it, you were 22, standing outside a bar in Indianapolis with your college friends, one of them still familiar, Jenny from high school.

“I can’t believe I was able to get these tickets!” Your newer friend, Steph, grins ear to ear. “I can’t believe I get to actually see them live!!” Jenny shrugs, “It’s crazy, I swear I’ve heard that name before, too.”

You glance down at your paper ticket, the name ‘Corroded Coffin’ inked on the page. You know you’ve seen it before too, but you can’t put your finger on it.

After getting into the bar, you all crowd around the stage, and the moment it starts you know where you’ve seen that name before.

Suddenly you were that 16 years old girl again, heart fluttering under your Peter Pan collared shirt, back to your garage, the loud music blaring through you, but this time the drummer isn’t your brother, the other two members aren’t Jeff or Kevin, but there he is.

Eddie Munson walks out on stage, his long curls still the same, his body still littered in those tattoos you wish you could have seen up close.

Steph giggles, leaning into you, “isn’t he so hot?” You glance at Jenny, who doesn’t seem to recognize him. “Yeah,” you simply say, “definitely.”

As the band takes a break you spot Eddie sneaking off to the bar. “Hey, I’ma get a drink,” you pat Jenny’s shoulder and she nods. Stepping closer to the bar, you take this opportunity to admire him, his scrawny body now has a bit more muscle, but he’s still pretty lean. “Eddie…?” You call out to him, and he whips around quickly, smiling already.

“That would be my name, yeah.” Eddie stares at you, before his smile drops. “(Y/n)…?” You nod at him, “yeah, s’been a while.” You smile. Eddie steps closer to you, looking you up and down, “damn,” he smiles, “you’ve grown up.” You laugh a bit, “yeah, that kinda happens when you are older than the legal drinking age.” He chuckles, holding out his arms to you and you embrace him, hugging him close. “God, I haven’t talked to the guys in years! How’s Gareth? He doin’ ok?”

You shrug, leaning up on the bar, “he’s ok, believe it or not, that jackass got married last year.” “What!? And I missed the wedding??” Eddie pouts, utterly disappointed. “Yeah,” you simply say, you can’t stop your eyes from looking him up and down, checking him out. “Damn, is the girl nice at least?”

“She’s sweet, they still live in Hawkins, he’s got a musical instruments shop there, now.” You inform, watching as Eddie nods, taking a sip of his drink. “Well that’s good. What about you?” He asks, looking at you inquisitively. “I’m in school, college.” You point towards your friends, “Still friends with Jenny, made a new friend Steph. She’s actually the reason we are all here tonight, she’s a fan.” I gesture towards the stage. He nods, “theres a lot more of them in this room than there was ever at the Hideout.” You nod, glancing around the room. “It’s weird, I remember always wanting to see you guys play live, and then you invited me. Now here I am with a bought ticket because you actually have to buy one now.”

He laughs, Eddie can’t help but look you up and down, but you don’t notice. You watch your friends giggle in the crowd, until you feel a hand press to your waist. “I have to get back, meet me after?” He moved closer to you, so when you turn your head he’s right there.

That small 16 years old in you would have died, but you’re not 16 anymore, sure the crush hasn’t died, that much is obvious. But you’re actually a grown up now, wearing a short dress that cuts at your mid thigh. You know you look hot, and that’s all that matters.

“Yeah, I can meet you after.” You glance across his face, before he leans closer, placing his lips by your ear, your heart racing faster. “Good, can’t wait.” He pulls away and walks off leaving you a fluttering mess.

You wait outside the venue with your friends, Jenny and Steph talking about the show, they don’t know why you are here waiting, all you said was you saw an old friend. “That was so cool! God, gonna be holding that memory forever!” Steph cheers, genuinely happy. “Glad you had fun, Steph.” You tell her, she smiles.

“Hey!” A voice calls out to you all, and you all whip around, Jenny and Steph freeze. “Oh. My. God.” Steph looks at you. Eddie walks up, his hand up in a small wave. “Nice to meet ‘cha.” Jenny takes a second, “Oh my god!” The realization hits her, “Eddie Munson!” Steph never mentioned the names of the members, so Jenny never made the connection until right now. “Holly shit, I knew I’ve seen you before!” She grips your arm and shakes you, happily laughing.

“You two-“ Steph speaks, “You two know him??” Jenn corrects her, “I definitely only know the bare minimum, (y/n) here was obsessed with him in high school.” Your eyes widen, “Jennifer!” “Oh?” Eddie tilts his head, “obsessed? Elaborate.” Jenny smiles from ear to ear, you can tell she’s been waiting for this moment practically her whole life. “Oh my god, she used to have this journal that she would doodle in, I can’t tell you enough how many of the pages were just (y/n) Munson-“ “JENNIFER!” You slap your hand over her mouth. “You two need to go back to the hotel, I’ll meet you there,” you order pushing them to the curb before hailing them a taxi. “But-“ “Nope. You’re cut off, Jennifer.” The two get into the taxi, Steph sticks her head out the window and waves as the car drives off.

You turn back to Eddie, dropping your head in embarrassment, “Ignore her. Please. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” “It’s fine, I…” he hesitates a moment before continuing, “I kinda already knew…” A soft chuckle leaves him. “What!?” You look up at him, face red and your arms scrunched over your chest like a T-Rex.

“You weren’t exactly… subtle, Sweetheart.” That old nickname makes you groan. He leans against the wall behind him, watching you carefully as you get more and more flustered.

“How long did you know?? When did you find out?” You ask, utterly blown. “The way you looked at me was enough to let me know. Sweetheart, you almost ran into a poll one time when staring at me.” You groan even more. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing…” you cover your face in your hands.

He steps closer, lifting his hands to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “I… thought it was cute though.” He mumbles. You realize very quickly how close he is to you. “I thought…” he glances away from you, “you were cute…” he mumbles, you feel the butterflies go wild in your stomach. “To be honest,” he looks back at you, “I didn’t think much of it back then. You were Gareth’s little sister.”

He sighs a bit, running a hand through his hair. “I thought it was cute you had a crush on me, but I never thought about reciprocating it, I mean fuck, I’m 4 years older than you, to me back then you were a little kid.” He chuckles a bit. “This might sound weird so bare with me,” he smiles at you, his stupid grin making you smile. “I didn’t ever think of you more than just Gareth’s sister, for the longest time. I honestly didn’t think much of you at all over these past years. But then there you were, smiling at me just in there, during my half time of my show.” You blush a bit. “I mean, what’s a guy supposed to do when God throws him his best possible catch. In a pretty dress, that adorable flower clip still in your hair.” You instinctively reach up to touch the clip, “yeah I noticed that too, don’t think I don’t see the old you still there.” He smiles. “You look good, more than good, you look pretty.” He stops talking for a moment.

“Eddie-“ you try to cut in but he continues. “I’m about to be an idiot or the smartest man alive but I’m willing to take that chance.” Before you can react, Eddie reaches out, cupping your cheeks in his hands, pulling you closer to him. your eyes widen when he leans forward.

Your lips press together perfectly. You hesitate before leaning into him, kissing him back. He moves one hand down to your waist, pulling you closer as your arms wrap around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair. He pulls back a bit, laying his forehead on yours while you both catch your breath.

“So… am I an idiot…?” He asks, voice soft, his fingers balling up the fabric of your dress at your sides. “No…” you smile, “Not at all, Munson.” You lean into him again, pressing your lips together once more.

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#eddie munson x f!reader #stranger things #x reader #fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #x girly girl! reader #brother’s best friend #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie Munson x Emerson! reader #gareth emerson #angst/fluff

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moirasdolly · 1 year ago

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Digitally Yours, Moira x Fem!Reader ⊂⊂ ౨・)

Synopsis: Camming was a way for you to get money while also indulging in the cuter things in life. Adorning baby doll dresses, lingerie with frills and bows, and getting dolled up was apart of your nightly routine. One night, a curious Moira stumbles upon your stream and is enthralled with your sweet demeanor.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Digitally Yours - Diamond White

Chapters: 1 2

𐙚 Chapter 1: Your Doll

Sprawled out on the bed, you were scrolling through your phone before letting it go with a dramatic sigh. It was a Saturday evening and you had absolutely nothing to do. Bored was not even the word you would use to describe how you felt, you were absolutely disinterested in everything around you. You could always cam tonight, but that was the last thing you wanted to do.

You had been a cam girl for a few months now as a way to make some extra money to support your frivolous lifestyle outside of your job at a local cafe. A typical stream consisted of you talking about your day, your interests, or whatever was bothering you recently, and in return your viewers would send money for showing a little something… extra. Some of the women who watched your streams even sent you lingerie sets to wear for them, they were all too kind when it came to spoiling you rotten. You were their princess, a doll that they could dress up for their pleasure, and you enjoyed every minute of it.

Pink frilly panties hug your hips, but remain hidden under a sheer babydoll slip dress. You had always taken a liking to more dainty and girly things and camming was one of the ways you got to express it for others to see as well.

Two cheeks softly dusted with pink blush, one pair of soft glossy lips, and a set of lashes to accentuate your doll-like eyes later, you set up your webcam across from your bed and started the stream. The website you used was completely safe, all of your information was kept secret, and you had even stayed entirely anonymous when you first became a cam girl. You usually had a set schedule so it took a while for your usual audience to start rolling in, but once they did the comments began flooding with comments, all confused as to why you were streaming tonight, but enthusiastic about it nonetheless.

Anonymous29721: Baby, you look absolutely ravishing tonight. ♡

darlingmommy: There’s my doll.

leslithefingers: She’s not your doll, she’s all of ours.

Anon1212: Doesn’t matter who’s she is, she’s hot.

You let a soft giggle slip past your lips as you watch the comments unfold, “There’s enough of me to go around for everyone…”

A soft bunny plushie, gifted to you by one of your viewers, made its way into your arms as you rambled on about your day. You detailed how your shift at the cafe went, especially talking about the customers who were less than nice to you. Your viewers showered you in praise for handling all of the situations so well and blush heated your cheeks uncontrollably. No matter how much praise you got from them it always felt like the first time. “You guys are too sweet…” a pout plays on your lips as you continue reading the comments. A moment passes and you let out a quiet gasp and your lips form a small “o” shape as you remember you wanted to show off the new lingerie you were wearing. You angle the webcam slowly down your body, letting the camera soak up every last bit of your body. From your full breasts, to your soft tummy, everything was being accentuated perfectly in the set.

You plop back down onto the bed and tuck your legs beneath you as you read the comments rolling in. Some were telling you how cute you looked, or how they wanted to just spoil you endlessly, but others were more vulgar as expected with a hobby like this. You usually rolled your eyes at these because the accounts who wrote them tried so hard to sound dominant in nature, and they came across sounding empty and just for show. But this one… this one came from a viewer you hadn’t seen before.

Doctorsorders: I’d like to part those sweet thighs of yours and see what type of nectar you drip… I’m sure you taste nothing short of divine my sweet doll.

Doctorsorders: These other women do not deserve to see you grace their screens if they do not know how to speak to you properly.

DONATION OF $500 RECEIVED. FROM DOCTORSORDERS.

Nothing could have prepared you for a donation that large from a first time viewer, usually they started with smaller tips or just simple compliments, but she had led with the money. “Thank you for such a large donation… Doctorsorders.” You read out her username, your tone dripping with honey. “Is there something I can call you?” You tilted your head slightly to the side, waiting for her answer.

Doctorsorders: I’d be happy to discuss that in private with you, my doll. I wouldn’t want to give up too much so soon…

Doctorsorders: Message me any time, I’d be happy to chat with a woman like you. I bet you’re so soft… and pliant… so easy to please. I’d like to find out.

She was beginning to become more intriguing by the second, there was no way you could pass up an offer like hers. “I’ll take you up on that offer then.” Your mind was on the mysterious woman the whole rest of the stream. Focusing on anything other than her was proving to be a harder task than you thought, so you wrapped everything up swiftly and said goodbye to the rest of your viewers, claiming the fatigue of the day was getting to you, and that you’d talk to them again next week.

You sigh quietly, tossing and turning in your bed as you contemplate messaging the woman in your comments who gave you butterflies from the moment she typed in chat. It was safe to say you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself when messaging her, she sounded so… elegant, sultry even. She was clearly attracted to your demeanor though, so you weren’t quite sure what was stopping you from just sending a quick message.

urdoll: Hi! That was a pretty large sum-

No… you thought to yourself. You couldn’t start talking about the money right away, she would think that was all you cared about. You deleted the message quickly.

urdoll: Hello…

A whine of frustration escapes your throat and you fall back onto the bed with your phone held to your chest. You type and delete at least 15 messages before giving up and ending the last one you had drafted.

urdoll: Hi…you really have a knack for charming girls just like me, huh? I’d like to get to know you some more, so what can I call you Miss Doctorsorders? ♡

You hit send and instantly throw your phone onto the bed awaiting her answer. It was late into the night, the moon and stars already hung high in the sky, so you didn’t expect an answer right away. A few minutes later and many thoughts pondering if you had come across as too forward later, your phone buzzes and you scramble to pick it up. Your heart races out of your chest as you open up the message.

Doctorsorders: Moira, but you can call me whatever you please, my dear. What might be the name of the lovely little rabbit who captured my attention tonight?

You know you shouldn’t tell her your real name, but something was telling you to share it with her. After all, you wanted to get to know her in every last way.

urdoll: [Y/N], but you can call me yours. ♡

#moira x reader #moira x fem reader #moira o'deorain #overwatch fanfiction #digitally yours ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 #dulcet fics ♡

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ma-lark-ey · 2 years ago

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I feel like challenging GOD so in my first ever read of Harry Potter I will be listing all of my headcanons in one big master post and sending it into the void space of tumblr thank you goodbye. I have no concept over which of these are hottakes, which of these are widely accepted, and which of them are just me being batshit crazy because as I write this I have never once looked at the Harry Potter fandom proper and my only knowledge of it is My Immortal and the fact that TikTok thinks Harry's dad and Sirius' little brother should makeout. 1. Ron Weasley is autistic.

2. Neville Longbottom is half-Korean on his mother's side, and also probably wears goofy little frog overalls.

3. Ron is tall, Harry is Short

4. Harry's scar is smattered across his face like a lightning storm and not just one little bolt, that's pussy shit. Make that shit dramatic

5. Ron and Luna probably had a fling at one point. Autism for autism

6. No way this isn't fanon, but Luna Lovegood is autistic.

7. Ginny Weasley is the HOTTEST bitch in Hogwarts and she is AWARE.

8. In Goblet of Fire the entire little Ron and Harry arc happening there was that they had a summer fling and then broke up when Ron had his little pissboy arc and they were both babies about it and then went back to having their regularly scheduled bromance thank you goodnight

9. Harry is actually dating a new person each book, no matter how short-lived it is. Why? Comedy. It's FUNNY.

10. I think Harry and Ginny have a shotgun wedding at like, nineteen.

11. All I know is that in my brief dive into AO3 (re: I looked up this exact tag out of morbid curiosity of it was A Thing), Sirius/Snape were apparently one of the smallest ships with like only 2k fics which is wild to me, because that enemies to lovers??? Thought bitches would eat that shit up. I don't ship it, but it still was wild.

12. Sirius and Remus are in love. (post mortum: I have now dived just slightly in the fic of Harry Potter and realize this is widely accepted fanon.)

13. Hermione wears fun frilly dresses outside of school and actually really loves dressing up and being girly fuck this 'not like other girls' agenda going on with her. Put her in a pretty dress and let her frolic in a field with flowers.

14. Luna is a seer. She goes on to teach divination

15. I was gonna say something about in my little noggin Ginny raised her and Harry's kid as a single mom or whatever and it's a fic I'm gonna work on and also his name is Remus Weasley and he's a Slytherin but APPARENTLY that's just the entire plot of the Cursed Child as my HP special interest having bestie informed me. I just added in a Gryffindor pretty boy for my Slytherin Potter boy to make out with when JKR was too much of a coward to make him gay.

16. RON SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN HUFFLEPUFF.

17. Cedric Diggory lived a very long and happy life and had a lovely spouse - guy who got really attached to this dorky little dude, knowing full well how he died.

18. It takes Harry at LEAST two marriages to women to realize he's gay. The egg takes a very long time to crack.

19. Ron is straight. He's just. He's got such bi wife energy.

20. Ginny Weasley is a raging bisexual, and so are the twins, and so is Bill. And Charlie? I know in my soul that's a nonbinary.

21. Luna Lovegood? NOT a lesbian, sorry lesbians. I'm claiming her for the aromantics. That's right. She belongs to us.

22. Fleur Delacour was a lesbian. LESBIAN.

23. Harry and Dudley reconnect in their like, thirties/forties and actually become good friends I think.

24. Harry often does diy piercings in the bathrooms during fifth and sixth year, Luna helps.

25. Fred and Lee Jordan are boyfriends god bless.

26. Out of spite for JKR, here's a list of trans woman in Harry Potter according to ME: Ginny Weasley, McGonagall, Hermione, Luna, Lily Potter (her and James are t4t), Tonks (that bitch is nonbinary transfemme),

27. I will live, breathe, and die by my personal headcannon that Tonks and Remus are comphet and in a lavender marriage but they lovingly coparent their child together and regularly at parties Tonks goes "where's my husband? Oh, he's making out with his boyfriend okay cool." and moves on.

28. Draco Malfoy's patronus is that white ferret Moody Crouch turned him into in book four.

29. In my perfect world James Potter is alive and I love him most than anything, I'm holding him like a wet cat. i literally bought three stag plushes over the month I was reading this series just because I couldn't stop thinking about him.

30. I am ignoring the implications in the epilogue that Harry did not raise Teddy Lupin, because he did, actually. That was the last promise he made to his beloved Remus Lupin and if Deathly Hallows taught us anything it's that Harry Potter keeps a fucking promise <<3

31. Molly and Arthur heavily assisted Harry in his 'I'm gonna raise this god damn orphan to good y'all won't know what hit him. I'm gonna be such a good dad.'

32. I am literally IGNORING all these implications of the Cursed Child. Draco Malfoy is also a banger dad. i think he goes to counseling and sorts out his issues and tries very hard to not put such high expectations on his own kids. I think he tries very hard to undo the damage Lucius did to him, and the bad choices he made in trying to make his parents proud of him. I think he makes sure his kids know better than anything else, that all he wants for them is joy. He wants them to be good, happy people.

33. Just Lovers - Zerrazapriel says that Sirius' patronus is Moony and that's so fucking real and true of that fucking fic and I live by that now.

34. On a similar note, Molly and Arthur have matching patronus'

35. Fuck this 'hermione minister of magic' nonsense that girl is a leftist and would never join politics did jkr forget her own fucking canon of harry and hermione doing their absolute best to fuck the government over for the last half of the series? whatever the fuck. HERMIONE TEACHES CHARMS AT HOGWARTS.

36. I'm sorry I got so heated on that last one. I had thoughts. Anyways, Draco also goes on to become head of Slytherin and teaches DADA.

37. I was so anti-Draco for the entire first five books and then the last two books Happened and so now I'm just holding him so close to my chest. He needs therapy. And i think it takes him until their mid-twenties or so, but I think he does make amends with Harry and the crew and actively tries to come back from the actions of his youth, and obviously the Golden Trio and co are sympathetic because Harry himself in the books clearly could recognize Draco was acting on the instruction of his trusted adults, trusting they knew better than him.

38. this is not a headcanon but the wandlore of Draco having a unicorn hair in his wand and the unicorn hair wizards being the most difficult to turn evil and his wand ultimately being the one to defeat voldemort is sooooooo. He's such a product of grooming and I think about him. I want to study him.

39. YOU KNOW WHAT. what if I said harry trans woman who unpacks her gender after the war is over and has time to contemplate who she is as a person and her and Draco become a very cute and in love little couple in their early thirties??? what then???? (does this fic exist and if it does give me links)

40. I think the funniest mental image ever is if Harry just shows up to a party or whatever with everyone when they're like, 26 with Draco fucking Malfoy in his arm and is like "this is my boyfriend" with no further explanation or nothing and half of the group is like "no yeah this is an expected development" and the other half is like "THE BITCHBOY????" and yeah.

I will most definitely have more Harry Potter thoughts as time goes on but this is all I'll put into the world. Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.

#harry potter #lark says #there's a lot here and i dont fully remember what all i said #but it sure is a lot of thoughts I've put into the world.

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emotionallydrainedtrash · 2 years ago

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Hello lovely! Can I please get a male stranger things, Harry Potter and marvel match up please? Thank you so much!

APPEARANCE: I am 20 year old female, she/her pronouns, I’m 5’1” with somewhat long dirty blonde/brown hair, I’m curvy and I should be wearing glasses but alas I do not. I like having my nails painted either black or red or both. My style is a mix of girly and gothic, I wear lots of skirts and dresses and frilly socks but also fishnets and dark colors and jackets or flannels.

PERSONALITY: I think I’m infp and enfp? I’m mature when I need to be and quiet, but once you get to know me I’m bubbly and weird. I have pretty bad anxiety so I will get nervous over everything and anything, I’m paranoid as well at times. I love making others laugh and happy, I can be awkward at times also but I cope with humor. I try to help everyone around me, I shove my feelings to the side most of the time if someone needs help- often times putting others before myself. I guess in certain aspects I’m kinda nerdy?? ( I am also a hufflepuff )

INTERESTS/HOBBIES: I love animals, gardening, reading and writing, painting, musical theatre which I’ve done for ten years. I love to sing dance and act, help others, I enjoy raising caterpillars into butterflies. music ( Lana del rey, imagine dragons, mother mother, show tunes, poor man’s poison, fall out boy, etc ) I like collecting things like pins or random nicnacs.

Hi my darling! Of course you may, thank you so much for requesting! I'm so sorry this took so long. These may be a little shorter than my previous match up just for time's sake and also cause these characters have a lot of shared attributes I'll use for your analysis.

Now onto the show.

Masterlist + Request Info

For Stranger Things I ship you with...

Eddie!

Let me start this off by saying you two would be such an aesthetically pleasing couple.

On the days you're more girly, the two of you are like sweet and sour.

On the days you're more gothic, the two of you look like you're about to start doing lines of coke in the bathroom.

On the days you mix it, the two of you are a vampire queen and her himbo.

There are no bad days, you guys just look awesome all the damn time.

He paints your nails for you...

He gets better with practice, but you usually end up cleaning the edges while he pouts in the corner because he didn't think it was that bad.

This man is so attached to your caterpillars bro.

He witnesses one of them transform for the first time, and you hear sniffling from beside you. He does that drag down the face that dudes do and is like "I'm fine babe" but then when you get inside, he starts blubbering like a baby.

You're holding him and trying so hard not to laugh while he's just "she grew up so fast and her wings, oh my god her wings! They were so pretty abueuyhurfcuh."

Long story short, he's a bug dad.

I'm one of the few who don't think Eddie would listen to Mother Mother, however, he would bop his head whenever you played it because he respects a good guitar shred.

Would take the mickey out of you for listening to Lana though.

He'd put a tea-towel on his head like a wig and prance around the kitchen singing a horrible rendition of Summertime Sadness like he was drunk.

You made a flower crown for him and he wore it religiously. Around the house of course.

You start a flower garden at his trailer and help him maintain it and when the first flower blooms he makes you take pictures of him with it.

He makes you little bouquets and they don't always look the most visually cohesive but you adore them anyway and press them when they start to go out so you can keep them forever.

He's great at reminding you to take time for yourself and that it's okay to be kind to yourself. 💛💛

This man will do anything for you and I mean that shit.

I mean you don't remember the last time you opened a door.

You guys are nerd besties and when you asked to come watch Hellfire for the first time he flipped out.

Literally dragged you into the Drama room to announce you to everyone.

He teaches you how to play DnD if you don't know how and gets pissed when you start beating him.

"This isn't how I trained you😠."

(a/n Heyyyy fellow theatre kid) He watches you rehearse and comes to every show. Like he will CANCEL DND NIGHTS TO WATCH YOU PERFORM.

Eds will make sure you're comfortable in any situation and he can notice when your anxiety starts to spike before you do and knows exactly what to do to help.

You guys are just so damn cute😭

For Harry Potter I ship you with...

Remus!

The softest couple Hogwarts has ever seen.

Forces you to get glasses.

I'm talking physically drags your ass to the optometrist.

Sweet Anon, you give me sweater vibes and I can totally see you stealing Remus's sweaters which makes him laugh cause you drown in them but also blush because you're wearing his clothes.

Loves how short you are (a/n I'm 5'2, short gals unite).

Actually, lemme me picture this and melt.

This man is at least 6'0 and you are 5'1. 🥺

heightdifferenceheightdifferenceheightdifference!!!

Piggyback rides everywhere.

So, you would absolutely slay Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures.

And because of this you are a GODSEND when it comes to his condition.

Hagrid wasn't the COMC professor yet, but he taught you a ton of stuff about werewolves because he's a sweetheart who believes they don't deserve the hate they get.

Would make you and Rem cups of tea and tell you anything you wanted to know.

Remus trusts the hell out of you but was still nervous to spill the beans.

When he confided, you sprung into action immediately researching everything of value surrounding werewolves.

You were the first witch or wizard in the UK to successfully brew Wolfsbane whilst still a student.

Slayed The House Boots Down Houston I'm Deceased.

Your intricate knowledge of plants and pure adoration for your mans allowed for you to try your hand at it under the supervision of Slughorn.

You also became an Animagus with the lads. I'll let you decide what.

Remus feeds your pin collection weekly.

He keeps an eye out for various brick-a-brack that he can chuck on a safety pin to give to you.

Your collection is the coolest thing on Planet Earth.

He charmed an old coin to adjust to your mood, so he'd know when your anxiety was troubling you.

You keep it on the inside of your tie. Remus has gotten good at subtly checking it.

I firmly believe this man can knit and he definitely made you a Hufflepuff scarf and matching beanie (a/n HUFFLEPUFFS RISE).

Loves watching you paint. It's free therapy.

You painted him once.

No one ever saw Remus blush that hard.

He regularly keeps your paint stocked and enjoys cleaning your brushes.

You exchange muggle music and he'll hum a song whilst you guys slow dance in the common room late at night 🥺

Girl can we swap bodies for a sec😭

For Marvel I ship you with...

Shang!

Let me start this off by saying...

k a r a o k e c h a m p i o n s

No one, and I mean no one, can top you guys.

That plus your drama skills from musical theatre- bro.

Undefeatable.

Ya'll put on a damn show up there.

One of the times you had red nails he took a spring, dipped the end in gold nail polish and stamped it on your nails.

He then took a picture of him holding your hands and captioned it "found my rings".

He thought he was real funny.

You guys are so awkward together I love it.

You're the epitome of *nervous laughter*.

You guys dad joke your way through life and everyone feels sorry for your future children.

He likes to braid your hair. He did it for his sister, then Katy, and now he does it for you.

When he revealed his past to you it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

There was no forced explanation. He told you because he wanted to.

Damn homie. You got all the hoes and their secrets.

Speaking of secrets and sisters, Xialing actually likes you. She took a second to warm up to you but when she's not running empires, she likes to hang out with you and Shang.

Katy and Shang try to convince you to come joyriding with them.

You buy them helmets for their birthdays.

This man w o r s h i p s your curves.

I mean foaming at the mouth whenever you... Well... Literally just exist.

He buys you flannels. A lot.

You got him one with your face on the back as a gag gift one Christmas in return.

He refused to take it off.

This man is like a magpie. He sees something shiny on the ground. Now it's yours.

He comes home from work one day and chucks a thimble on the table.

"Happy St. Patrick's Day babe."

Laughs at you for bumping into stuff due to your lack of 20/20 vision.

On a serious note, he's always fueling your love for reading.

He loves buying books for you and recommending ones he thinks you'll like.

He likes to kiss your nose.

He brings you to visit Ta Lo. You meet Morris and beg Shang for a hundun.

He got you a cat out of the blue one day.

He came home with a lil' kitten that he found on the street and you guys adopt him.

"You looked sad this morning and I know you miss Morris and you like animals so I brought you a friend. I thought you guys could bond seeing as you're both very small."

Oh yeah he's also an ass about your height.

But asshole-ery aside, he's a total sweetheart who is 100% whipped for you.

a/n There you go Sweet Anon! I hope this is along the lines of what you had in mind my love. Let me know what you think.

-Sarah💛

#eddie munson #eddie munson match-up #stranger things #remus lupin #remus lupin match-up #harry potter #shang chi #Shang-chi match-up #Marvel #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #shang chi imagine #shang chi x reader

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multiverseofimagines · 2 years ago

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Hello lovely! Could I get a male Stranger Things, MCU and Harry Potter ship please? Thank you so much! If three is too much than just a Stranger Things ship! Much love!

APPEARANCE: I am 21 year old straight female, she/her pronouns, I’m 5’1” with somewhat long dirty blonde/brown hair, I’m curvy and I should be wearing glasses but alas I do not. I like having my nails painted either black or red or both. My style is a mix of girly and gothic, I wear lots of skirts and dresses and frilly socks but also fishnets and dark colors and cardigans or flannels. I love wearing rings and dainty earrings. I love things with lace and Peter Pan collars.

You sound so much like me! We should def be friends < 3

Stranger Things

I ship you with….

Solid choice here actually! You guys are similar in your own unique ways, similar personalities, both nerdy, etc.

Loves and admires how selfless you are but will always take care of you well, and make sure that you take care of yourself for once.

Comforts you through your anxiety and uses humour to help you cope with that.

Knew you were a bit shy and quiet and would over compensate for that so you would feel less awkward about it. Would he 10x as loud, making conversation for the both of you.

Literally down for you so bad ! (sorry not sorry) your his dream girl???

Will ask you to come on tour with him and his band once they get big. You guys would definitely live on the road for a bit, and he would always give you a shoutout before every performance.

Has written a bunch of love song’s for you.

(Im at work rn and time after time started playing at the salon) literally cant help but imagine you two going to prom together and dancing to this like 😭 I’m crying anywayyy

Marvel Universe

Definitely Peter! I know that’s probably such an opposite from Eddie, but they are a little similar in a lot of ways.

You two are extremely similar personality wise! Both Hufflepuffs, both infp/enfp, both of you are awkward and use humour to deflate situational mishaps.

Best friends to lovers??? I hear wedding bells 🔔

Always there to listen about your worries and doesn’t judge your paranoia. He may not relate to all of it, but definitely will listen and ask you questions that ground you.

Harry Potter Universe

I went sort of a different route with this one ! Sirius is a bit darker of a character than the first two but I feel like he has a lot in common with Eddie as well.

You guys are complete opposites but thats why I picked him. You would definitely be his protector rather than the other way around.

He has been through so much and you are a constant in his life, always there to comfort him, and reassure him.

Really gets you out of your shell, and always makes you laugh hysterically.

You definitely help him avoid Azkaban and you two run away together to the muggle world to hide until the events involving the golden trio occur.

(this was terrible and I was depressed for months but uhh fuck it !! 🥲 hopefully my shit explanations can be overlooked and you can feel awesome for being paired with all the amazing guys lol. If your even gonna get a notif got this. Again so sorry my cat almost died and so much stuff has happened but hope you are well anon.)

#multiverseofimagines #multiverseofimagines ships

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put-me-in-a-movie-mp3 · 2 years ago

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Hello lovely! Could I get a male Stranger things, Harry Potter, Walking Dead and Maze Runner match up if possible? Thank you so much, much love!!

APPEARANCE: I am 20 years old, 5’1” with somewhat long dirty blonde/brown hair, I’m curvy and I should be wearing glasses but alas I do not. I like having my nails painted either black or red or both. My style is a mix of girly and gothic, I wear lots of skirts and dresses and frilly socks but also fishnets and dark colors and jackets or flannels.

I’m bad at like writing about myself so I hope this was enough about me! Thank you again my dear!

Here is who I ship you with! :)

Stranger Things

Jonathan Byers

First of all I think you and Jonathan would have a lot in common by putting other peoples feels before their own. They always care about others and then themselves because they would hate for someone to feel like they don't matter or care. Jonathan would completely understand your anxiety because he has some as well, along with paranoia. You would calm him down and let him know everything is okay while he does the same for you. He is constantly worried about his younger brother Will, but you would make sure that you are always there for him and you keep an eye on will because you are apart of the friend group in a certain type of way. You would totally make Jonathan watch musicals and it just so happens that he becomes of obsessed with your favorite ones! You guys would also get one of those little project things for butterflies and watch them group up and then release them!

Harry Potter

George Weasley

George is the twin that is a bit more soft in my opinion. He isn't as rebellious as Fred (not saying that he isn't). You caught his attention in herbolligy were there happen to be butterflies. Neville was freaking out because he is scared of them and he had actually never seen them before. But we all know Neville that if he comes across something he has never seen, he is scared. You were good friends with him so you were telling him to calm down. The teacher was in awe because she had never seen before either. But you knew a bit more about muggle stuff than others. Such as muggle animals and insects. So you knew exactly what this was. It was a butterfly. You told everyone to not be afraid and explained what it was. You then released it outside of the greenhouse! George hadn't said anything during the entire time because he was fascinated by the whole thing. He kind of knew what it was because of his fathers job but he honestly wasn't that sure. But from then on, he started talking to you and you became friends. Later he started asking you on a couples dates and the rest is history. He would love to hear you sing and how passionate you got about your acting in musical theatre. He just loved how much passion and love you had in your heart. And those were the things that made him love you.

Maze Runner

Thomas

You had been there in the Glade before Thomas so you knew how things went. When he came up and started to run you were immediately attracted to him but he was to never find out. Your best friend, Newt, also instantly knew the feelings you had towards him. Newt happen to like you a lot but you never liked him in that way. He respected your feelings and you guys just became really goo friends. You helped Thomas out when he first came, especially when he was freaking out about not remembering and then remembering. You explained a little but about what you remembered and what you didn't and helped him feel a lot better. You were a gardener so you knew the gossip that was going around in the Glade. You started having feelings toward Thomas and then he started to have feelings towards you when you told him how you felt. The rest is history throughout the Glade and forward on!

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

You reminded Daryl a lot of Beth whom he secretly had feelings towards. After she died he was really devastated because she was such a sweet soul. You reminded him exactly of that. Of putting your feelings first and making sure everybody else was okay before yourself. It put you in trouble for sometimes going without food as the rest of the group could have food who needed it. But one person who always noticed was Daryl. He then made sure you had everything you needed because he knew exactly what you were doing it but most importantly he understood why. He had always been on his own and having someone care for him willingly a lot without expecting to be repaid, meant a lot to him. You guys ended up getting separated from each other and you happen to be stuck with Daryl. Just you and him. You really got to know him and he told you a lot of stuff. You opened up to him that you were always paranoid and he understood because he felt the same way. You too eventually went off together and it stayed that way.

I hope you liked it :))) <33333

#strangerthings #ship requests #love #imagine #x reader #harry potter #ships #stranger things #strangerthingsimagine #billy hargrove #walkingdead #walking dead #harry potter imagine #the maze runner #mazerunner

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beelspillowpet · 4 years ago

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If your requests are open and your willing to, would you be able to do the brothers reacting to a trans MC? 👉🏻👈🏻 preferably female to male, but either way is fine! Sorry if your not comfy with this type of request >~<

Anon, just because you were afraid that I would turn down your request, I am going to PROVE to you how much it doesn’t bother me I'm going to do the 7 brothers AND the side characters. Because you BETTER BELEIVE we have a cast of supportive people!! Yessir!!!

I myself am the twin sister of my late twin brother, who was also FtM! I’ll be using his memory as inspiration, if you do not mind? Thank you for requesting this!

Lucifer

At first he presumed you were just not girly. He didn't really mind your behavior or way of dressing, so long as you got your tasks done on time and were on your best behavior.

When you cut your hair and stopped wearing that nail polish (despite Asmo’s pleading) he still thought nothing of it. You wore pants, and started trying your best to drop hints, and thankfully, Lucifer isn’t an idiot.

So what you’re telling me is that we’ve made you uncomfortable when referring to you as a woman? If that is the case, MC, then we would be more than happy to refer to you as anything you request. You only need to say the word.

He is dedicated to making sure you’re happy and comfortable here. He and his brothers may be demons, but they aren’t heartless. They were once angels too. He goes through the process with you, if you were shaky or unsure of what to do in the past. If you want HRT, surgery, need a new wardrobe, he and his brothers will be the first to provide. Whatever to keep you happy in your skin.

Mammon

Oh. Honestly speaking, he’ll still love you regardless of what form your body takes. He liked the way you looked, but secretly he can’t wait to see how you’ll look after you transition.

Before we even get to that point though, it takes a lot of hint dropping for him to get it. And even then, he has to go and ask the others what you’re trying to tell him. Of course he gets picked on a little bit for it, but once he figures it out he’s really happy you were comfortable enough to tell him.

Hell, he might get a job just so he can help you be able to afford all the things you’ll need to properly transition. Some of the details make him blush quite a bit, and if you’re uncomfortable with touches or any signs of affection during your process of transitioning, he will politely refrain from making his human uncomfortable.

He’s taking you to Majolish and you are going to get your ENTIRE wardrobe redone. Courtesy of The GREAT Mammon! You should feel grateful that he’s working this hard to make you happy. I mean c’mon, he LOVES you! He can’t wait to love you more after you’ve become the man you always were deep down inside.

Leviathan

He does notice that you act different from other women. Not that he minds it, not at all. His Henry is still the same old Henry. Just a little bit different. He’s a little bit different too, there’s nothing wrong with that. Right?!

It’s when you start preferring to be called Henry as opposed to your birth name, do the cogs start churning in his brain. He would have suspected at first that maybe you just were very good friends with him and loved TSL almost as much as him.

He’s seen a few heart-warming anime about it. Specifically one about a girl becoming a boy, and the struggles he went through while attending school. The title wasn’t too important to him, but now that he had a reference for what you were dealing with, he was a bit happy. He just wanted to wait until the moment was right to bring it up to you. Perhaps his Henry was really a Henry after all!

When the moment comes, he’s proud to say the least. He throws his arms around you happily, and promises to be there by your side every step of the way. He’s not exactly rolling in money, but an Otaku finds a way. The Lord of Shadows is your best friend ever, and he can’t wait to see the before and after pictures of your full transition!

Satan

It started with a book you read with him. He didn’t fully comprehend your situation, but he knew you didn’t act like normal girls. It reminded him of a character in a book he read a few weeks ago. The guy didn’t really act like a girl.

While sweet and thoughtful, this character didn’t hit the nail on the head in some ways. When talking over the book with you, you explained just as much to him. The energy was there, but it was backwards for you. He picked up on it immediately.

So what you’re telling me is, you understand this characters struggle with themselves, and can relate to it. But something about it is backwards? A little smile appears on his face as it fully dawns on him. MC, I think I’ll be able to assist you in any way you need.

With Satan’s wonderful connections across the entire Devildom, it wasn’t long before you were getting some of the best treatment possible. The prices seemed a bit scary, but he assured you everything was being taken care of behind the scenes. If you needed to worry about anything, it would be the tiring, long process to come with transitioning. He’ll be sure it goes relatively smoothly for you, though!

Asmodeus

Oh he gets it immediately. Darling why didn’t you just say so in the first place?

He’s dragging you back to your room, rambling the entire time about how he can’t wait to take you out and go shopping. He puts together a devious little page to gather up donations and the like to support your transitioning. His fans would be HONORED to pitch in, right?

In the mean time, he stops pampering you with makeup and his other routines that you used to tolerate for the sake of being cordial. He still pushes for the nail polish, since gender is simply a social concept and he’s ready to crush it into dust any chance he can get. But it’s not about him, it’s about you.

Soon your room is painted a new color, your dresses and skirts and frilly outfits are tossed out for more appropriate attire for your sex, and he’s taking photos for his Devilgram page to show everyone how beautiful you are, even while going through the long process!

Beelzebub

You and Beel got along fabulously. He seemed astonished that a female was interested in all these manly habits he indulged in. He heard from some of the guys on his team that you were interested in playing Fangol. As evidenced by how you always showed up to his practices and games, no matter if they were home or away.

He figured you were just a really big fan of sports. But then you even started working out with him, and giving him suggestions and tips on how to get even more out of his workouts at the gym. You were really passionate about this.

Let’s not kid ourselves, he probably does not pick up on any of the signs. You have tot ell him, and you have to tell him firmly. You are a man, just like him. When you do tell him, however, he’s eager to help you transition. Imagine having another guy in the house who loves Fangol as much as you do!?

He isn’t much aside from emotional support through the transitions, and he coddles you when you have those bad days. If you want to eat something, he’ll rush to the kitchen and cook you a full meal before you move an inch. You’re allowed to lay in bed today. Let him handle the heavy load of work for you.

Belphegor

Oh wow, look at that. He picked it up almost immediately.

I mean, there’s no way a girl would act the way you do, right? Dress the way you do. Be the way you are. He doesn’t care though, and just wants you to be happy. If that means you transition into a man, then hell, he’s on board with you.

He may be a lazy bastard, but he knows when it’s time to get up and work hard to get something. That was what he was like as an angel, anyways. Working at Hell’s Kitchen is the worst, and you hear him complain about as much, but he smiles and assures you that it’s all for a good reason.

His final gift to you to apologize about the Incident, is money. Now at first glance it seems like something Mammon would do. Probably. In reality though, this is the money that will be going towards your HRT. He doesn’t know if you want to fully transition or not, but if you want that top surgery, he can help pay for that too. He’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy and healthy in your own body.

Diavolo

It really is a house of men, isn’t it?

He’s glad though, truly, that you were comfortable coming to him about it. Don’t bother ever opening your wallet to pay for any therapy, medication, or surgery. As the Prince of the Devildom, he would be more than happy to get you doctors of all sorts to help you. No questions asked!

It might be a bit overwhelming at first, but the news is exciting. If the Prince accepts you so readily, it gives you hope that other demons will as well. Pretty soon you’re going through your processes, and Diavolo couldn’t be happier to see it happening.

You really is a wonderful guy, and he’s glad he’s getting to experience the changes you take in your life.

Barbatos

To say he didn’t suspect this would be an understatement.

Ever silent and respectful though, he never spoke a word of it. You are probably uncomfortable with people assuming it, even though it’s true. An insecurity that humans seem to deal with, although unfortunate.

However, when the news is broken during a meeting between you, Lucifer, he, and the Prince himself, a smile creeps on his face.

He’s happy to hear that you are so comfortable speaking about this sort of thing. He knows it must be tough, having hidden your true feelings for so long. He prepares a delicious tea with small treats, to celebrate your coming out, and transitioning.

Simeon (and Luke)

Oh dear. God loves you, still. Don’t worry about this. He doesn’t see you as an imperfection.

They assures you constantly that you have their full support, and that will never change. You are not broken, you are not unwanted, and you are not strange. You are a regular trans man in their eyes, and they will defend you on that.

Simeon almost takes on a fatherly role to you, wanting to make sure everything goes as smooth as possible. He probably has done a bit of research in preparations for your transition, and all the nasty little side effects that come with it are worrying him.

However, once it’s all over, Luke and Simeon are glad you came out on top. And my, what a handsome man you make!

Solomon

He figured, but didn’t want to assume. I mean, who the hell is he?

He’s got a few spells for this though, make it quick and painless. One wave of a wand and POOF! Woman no more!

Oh but that’s probably dangerous. The shifty bastard. You would much rather do it the regular way; and not have your insides and outsides shifted around by some crazy sorcerer.

He doesn’t protest much, but that does suck. Hehe. Oh well. You can count on him to support you through it all!

#obey me #om!#obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon

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horrible-monstrosity · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on what I've seen of Subahibi so far plus some spoilers I've read. I'm probably mostly wrong but I like my ideas - Takuji, Yuki and Yuuki are all the same person, but also Yuki might be her own person who Takuji projects onto in a fantasy or something. Or it’s just the usual MPD autism where a personality can be actively watching another personality actively doing something even though they’re sharing the same god damned brain. Also, Yuuki is the personality that survives in the end or something, so I'm assuming the body actually looks like him. He's small/effeminate enough that the bullying towards Takuji could apply to him too, which would mean he schizo'd himself into looking even twinkier "as" Takuji to deflect his own image issues or something. Like, I'm not that girly looking, if it was that bad I'd be like this! And then he talks about wearing frilly dresses "as" Yuki. Ok A straight but effeminate guy fantasizing about being a man-hating lesbian after being sexually assaulted by guys is interesting. This might just be my last two braincells talking but when Yuki is talking to her neighbor and the lady says she'll call the police... I don't think anyone would jump to that so quickly if a crying girl shows up with a big stuffed doll, but they might for a guy, or better yet a guy in a dress. My conclusion is that Yuuki is cute and I want to see him wearing Yuki's frilly gothy dress. I like how there's a sprite where you can see up his sleeve to his armpit. The end

... oh ok takuji admits to fantasizing about raping and being raped while dressed as a girl, that explains it Actually, some scenes, like him thinking Kimika would find a male's moans gross, makes it sound like he's disgusted by/afraid of male sexuality, possibly because of the assault.

Yo hol up tho- in the scene where Yuki was giving her email address to the guy for the registration... the guy was totally acting like "oh boy hot gorl giving me her email" but that was... a dude. And also that guy was present when Takuji was assaulted. Like, no prob if you're into twink uggos, but you've, like, had previous interactions with this dude, and I don't think he's going to want to do you after that. So I don't know what you're getting so excited about there buddy.

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sakamakisaywhat · 4 years ago

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I saw the tomboy ask, and I was wondering if you could do Reiji, Kanato, Kou, Azusa, Carla, and shin

Marisol: Of course! The first post (Shu, Ayato, Laito, Subaru, Ruki and Yuma) can be found here.

REIJI

- Reiji is definitely someone that will take a while to come round to your way of life - He’s a very traditional guy so the idea of you being such a tomboy - wearing sporty clothes and not really giving a damn about your appearance - is kind of shocking to him - “Wear that tank top? To a banquet? I see the humans have raised you in a pigsty.” - In terms of a love life Reiji has been quite sheltered and hasn’t ever before been with someone like you - He initially sees you almost as a strange, exotic creature that he wants to study and understand, but this is part of his attraction to you - Once he got used to you he would secretly enjoy it though - It’s a little bit of defiance against his father, who would want him to settle down with a woman fit to be a noble lady - But it’s also because opposites do attract - Reiji finds you interesting and sees these qualities of ‘nobility’ in you, just not in the same form as a typical noble vampire

KANATO

- Kanato doesn’t understand why you’d prefer sportswear over frilly dresses - He has a very singular view of how women act shaped by his mother - Since you’re nothing like Cordelia, your tomboy attitude is something of a culture shock - When you brush his tantrums off calmly and simply fix whatever he’s blowing up at, he’ll stand there staring at you open-mouthed - A chill partner could be good for Kanato - you balance out his emotional sensitivity - He doesn’t know what to make of you at first since your every reaction and interaction defies his expectation of how a ‘girl’ should be, but over time he realises he actually wouldn’t want to change the way you are at all - “I suppose even sportswear can be cute when she wears it. Don’t you think so, Teddy?” - Don’t expect him to play sports with you though - Firstly, he’s inclined to cheat or bend the rules to win, and secondly, he’s a really sore loser - You might be able to bribe him into it with the promise of sweets after, though (plus a little bit of your blood)

KOU

- One of the most supportive about it - Kou doesn’t really care about your hobbies as long as you give him attention - He’d definitely want to play sports or do outside activities with you (and is especially enthusiastic about you recording him playing so he can post it on social media for his fans to swoon over) - “M-Neko-chan, am I doing good? Wait, snap a picture of me kicking it into the goal! Score!” - As an idol he’s worn his fair share of outfits, and appreciates how you look in sportswear or more masculine streetwear - Since it’s trendy, he just thinks you’re being fashion forward - Your chill personality is kind of refreshing since he’s always surrounded by crazy fangirls - Kou can find a constantly jealous partner annoying sometimes so he likes that you’re not crawling all over him - (...but he secretly would like to provoke you to find out where the limit of that chill is)

AZUSA

- Since Azusa goes on personality when looking for a significant other, he doesn’t care at all about your looks or way of dressing - He likes your relaxed attitude to life - Azusa is also pretty ‘low maintenance’ in a relationship, so the two of you will easily be able to relax together - He doesn’t mind if you’re not into conventionally ‘girly’ stuff, like makeup or shopping - He prefers watching you kick a ball about in the mansion’s gardens anyway - Azusa is also very appreciative of how strong your love of sports has made you - You’ll be hearing about that every so often when you spend the night together - If you ever play sports with Azusa, which he will attempt for your sake, you’ll have to make sure he reigns in his self-destructive tendencies - “Eve... I think I bruised my leg... will you kick me there... harder?” - Soothing him with kisses and an ice pack is kind of cute though

SHIN

- Shin wouldn’t mind a tomboy partner at all - He’s a more outdoorsy guy, so he resonates with your interests in that sense - Shin isn’t really interested in spending hours at the mall with you trying on different shades of lipstick, so your dislike for girly things is fine by him - He’s also very competitive when the two of you play sports or games, so watch out for him bulldozing you at baseball - “Ha! What a weak hit, human. Do you think we’re playing fetch?” - You might want to consider resorting to some underhanded tactics to win, like recruiting some of his familiars for your team - Shin doesn’t care at all what kind of clothes you wear or how you choose to look - As a Founder, he has his pick of noble demons, and you’re the first person not to immediately bore him to death - He loves how you can take all his verbal jibes as well as how you’re strong enough to take any punishment he could throw at you

CARLA

- When he first meets you, Carla straight up doesn’t get it - He might even accuse you of setting a bad example for his future daughters, but when you fire a witty comment about the next generation of the Founders being weak right back, he’s pretty stunned - He quietly admires your go with the flow attitude - usually it takes a lifetime to learn how to rise above others’ opinions - In your private time, Carla isn’t too concerned about whether or not you look like a lady - However, as the future queen of the Founders he’ll expect you to put on a show for the demons’ benefit - You’ll have to bear with wearing one or two dresses occasionally, but Carla definitely won’t put up a fight about you immediately stripping them off the second you get home - In terms of hobbies, Carla would be willing to join you when you’re playing sports he’s familiar with - “Your form isn’t bad, mortal. However, your stance needs work. Come here and I will demonstrate...”

#reiji sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #kou mukami #azusa mukami #shin tsukinami #carla tsukinami #headcanons #anon #sakamakisaywhat

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crybabytoy59 · 4 years ago

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Caught by fate.

I awoke with the mother of all headaches slowly getting out of bed I staggered to the bathroom sitting to pee, as I relived myself flashes came of the party I had been at the night before, boy had I downed the whiskey. But now my head was pounding a need for painkillers & water to rehydrate I staggered to the kitchen pouring a glass of water I took two painkillers.....

suddenly a flashback came over me of a chat with Hanna a close friend from work I remember her teasing me over how drunk I had become, shit a flashback of me in her car came to mind, had hanna brought me home ? If so how did I manage to get my pjs on ? I laughed to myself she must have put me to bed O’crap how would I face her!

Lifting my mobile I messaged her “Hi Hanna did you take me home ? Sorry about that if you did 😂”....I decided to go back to bed for the painkillers to take effect..as I snuggled down Hanna replied to my message “Yes I took you home Pisshead 😂was fine I put you to bed after You had your wee confession moment 🤣🤣😂” I was puzzled by this ? & a little worried that I had said something wrong to Hanna “My confession?” ....a reply came “Yip but Don’t fret I just told you to get down to sleep as you were being a baby”...

Holyshit no way had I told her my secrets? Nah she was. Just using a pun on words, I messaged back “whoops sorry hope I haven’t offended you Hanna” ...

I got no reply but seeing as I was drifting back off to sleep I snuggled under the covers & thought nothing of it......

Six hours later my front door rang ? Pulling on my dressing gown I went to the door to my surprise it was Hanna ?....”Hi you come in” she stepped inside as she passed I told her I was so sorry that she had to deal with me drunk lastnight but to my surprise she simply said “We will deal with that after we have a chat come & sit down” as I sat she looked right at me “Tell me how much do you remember about our wee chat & your confession?” I laughed uncomfortably telling Hanna. I couldn’t remember talking to her about anything in my flat ?

she smiled Holding up her Phone.....My face went bright Red !!

Hanna had my tumblr page on her phone ! She smiled at me warmly then said “Ok Go & Get your stuff please...Now !” ..I stammered Out Wwhat stuff ?, Hanna stood up & left the room, a moment later she came into the living room with my case !! Fuck what had I done, she came over to me “I fucking hate lies Madam ! Get up !” Hanna hauled me up out of My chair, then sat down “Get over my Knee Madam !” ....Hanna please am sorry I cannot believe I told you that..Please Hanna am sorry”.....Hanna grabbed my arm pulling me off balance “Get over my knee Madam am Very angry with You so am going to spank you until you understand who’s in charge Madam ! Having me put You a grown man to bed !“ she hauled My pjs down and started spanking me with my right arm up my back so I could not get away, firmer & firmer she spanked me all the time she asked me repeatedly “What are you Naughty Madam?” After a bit I suddenly started to feel Very submissive Nobody had ever been Dominant with me & here I was Over Hannah’s knee being spanked !

This gorgeous girl Hanna was from our office, all the guys would ogle as she was stunning 5’8” very athletic Hanna was into gymnastics growing-up so had Very muscular legs & curves most would die for long curly blonde hair huge green eyes & a large smile, I was now over her thick powerful thighs being spanked as she barked again “What are you Naughty Madam?”....

I blurted Out am a sissy Hanna.....”No your more than that Madam tell me !”

Again as the submissive in me stirred I blurted Out “Am a sissy Baby Girlie Hanna....lisping in my best three year old voice !

Hanna pushed me off her lap then spoke “Kneel Babyslave ! Now I have to admit lastnight I was Very shocked by what you told me ?..But seeing you cry like that over how your feelings to be a submissive Baby to someone I found saddening...That you truly felt such desperation in your life over such Deeply held submission...

So I haven’t slept much due to being up most of the night reading your tumblr blog.....My my we are Quite the Little kinkster aren’t we Babyslave?

“Please Hanna am sorry I put you In that position lastnight am truly sorry” She smiled at me then lent forward “Do you want another Spanking but this time with my belt ? Babyslave ? (I shook my head) I thought not ! No more Big words You Will talk like a Baby to me at all times! If you use Big words I Will punish my Baby Severely Trust Me Babyslave I love punishing Naughty sissy girlie”s” now strip of Mummy”

Yes cuteness Your going to call me Mummy from Now on, that’s unless you want Everyone in the office to know about your Little kink?” I mumbled, no Hanna..suddenly Hanna slapped my face ! “That’s Not How you address me is it Babyslave ?” ........No Mummy...sworry.....” Much better,now strip then unpack your case Mummy has a few things to get ready for her New Babyslave”

As I took my clothes off Hanna filled the kettle & got some thing ready from a leather drawstring bag she had brought with her, but the whole time her eyes were locked on me...

I stripped off My pjs then knelt down opening my case full of my baby gear & bondage equipment laying out each bit in a neat order (Am a bit ocd when it comes to how things are presented) .As I put out the last of my leather pink strapping attachments for my Baby reines Hanna had joined me.

My my Baby we do have quite the collection Don’t we” She giggled looking over my frilly dresses, petticoats, frilly pants, tights,frilly leggings,bonnets ect,

Not to mention my rows of bdsm Toys I had plugs, gags,harnessing, spreader bars, clamps, whips, paddles,floggers all manner of Toys I had built up over the years of self play. But I had not even realised my collection was so large as this was the first time I had layed it All out so very neatly.

Hanna spoke to me as I had my back to her “Ok Babyslave turn around so we can have a wee chat” as I turned around with my hands at My crotch my face bright red, Hanna told me “Handies behind your headie Babyslave !......(As I did she giggled) My my so my Babyslave is turned on by putting All her sissy attire out for her Mummy are we? Sorry Baby Mummy can’t hear you Louder !...Much better but the floor can’t hear you Baby..Look at Mummy !!”

Sworry Mummy ywes Babyslave is exwited by Ywou Mummy, Tears was forming My eyes.. I had waited All my life for this moment ! But worse still Hanna knew it !

She stood up to her full height putting her soft hands on my shoulders moving me side wayside “Good Babyslave Stay there a moment” Hanna picked up a camera taking a few pictures of me, then she came over with the camera bringing the image up on her camera of Me kneeing hands behind my head with a raging hard on! To my right was All my gear clearly layed out in glorious colour for All to see !

Smiling at me Hanna Spoke “Babyslave Tell Mummy where these pictures will end up should you disobey Mummy’s commands?..Yes cuteness Mummy Will send them to everyone at work ! Then Baby Mummy will send them from Your mobile to All your contacts..So Babyslave are you going to Do What Your Told When Your Told ?” ....(My answer was swift Wess Mummy).....”Clever girlie Crybaby.....Yes Mummy knows your name from your perverse stories, but don’t fret Crybaby Mummy is going to love making you cry for her....(Hanna tilted my head to look at her cupping my chin) Yes Crybaby Sweetheart Mummy loves hurting Naughty sissy girlie’s”

She threw down a couple of pillows on the floor then shook a pvc dust sheet out over them “ Ok Babyslave over the cushions spread eagle face up handies behind your headie & Do Not Move !” As I did Hanna lifted one of my special dummy’s putting it into my mouth “So my Babyslave likes cock in her mouth how very interesting Crybaby” she sprayed foam all around the base of my flag pole ! “Let’s take care of this as Baby’s don’t have Any nasty hairs here, Hanna lifted the razor ! Shaving my anal hair she worked around my balls then up to my tummy removing every last hair, my cock twitching the entire time with me whimpering from behind my cock Dummy, this made her smile down at me “Clever girlie Crybaby do you like Mummy’s touch?” ...Wess Mummy.....

Next Hanna shaved my legs, chest & armpits, then rubbed white cream she had brought with her all over my crotch area, I winced as she probed my rear with a blue rubber gloved hand tensing up I thought she was going to make me climax.this brought a giggle from her “ Your a Naughty girlie Crybaby Mummy has not given you permission to do a Cummie so hold it in or I will belt you until Your botty blisters Madam”

Hanna sounded Very sincere in her threat I was being to find out Hanna was quite WKD her joy of Control now taking over her lust for My submission to her Will. I controlled my urge to climax as her fingers slid from My rear to me gasping past my dummy she spoke to me “Ok Sweetheart botty up arch nice & high for Mummy !”

Hanna slid one of my pink fairy princess Diapers under my bottom pulling it tightly over my shaft, as she tapped the Diaper shut she patted the bulge “Your a Very Naughty girlie Crybaby Mummy will have to take some precautions tomorrow with your Sissy Baby Clittie Sweetheart....Down you go & lift your leggies high up in the air for Mummy” she pulled on my rubber sealing pants these had 4” rubber leg cuffs & 6” waist band, over them she put on my pink frilly rumba pants they had a huge frilly rear in the shape of a heart.

Hanna lifted the camera again taking more pictures of my now Frilly Diapered body sucking on my Dummy !

Next she had me sit on the Pillows as she pulled on my huge frilly petticoat, this item I had made custom fitting the frilly skirt line stood out 90deg, over that she put my pink boo’peep dress tugging & adjusting it perfectly brought a huge smile like the cat that had the cream “Lay back over the pillows Crybaby girlie”

My cock was now twitching inside the Diaper for realise I put my handies back behind my head spreading my leggies Wide apart, this made Hanna giggle “Clever girlie Crybaby That’s was Very Good Mummy likes Her Baby to assume the position when getting dressed for Mummy”

My mind was racing now as Hanna was teasing me into a Deeper & Deeper Submissive state..

Next she held my leg as she put my frilly white tights on these had a rubber band inside the top frilly part that would cling to my leg without a supporting suspenders belt. This was followed by my white frilly lace socks the ankles had the cutest pink frills around them.

Hanna hauled me up to a seating position again on the pillows, lifting the camera taking pictures of me sitting proud on the floor legs spread wide in my Baby dress ! “Your such a cutie Crybaby, now lets get You fed & back to bed as Mummy is very tired from being up all night on the computer reading All Crybaby’s Dirty Filthy stories, then Mummy took her time Buying her girlie some Very special gifts” Hanna had that WKD tone again !

She went behind me pulling me to her chest, the smell of her perfume & body was Devine,she removed My Dummy then fed me from my Character Baby bottle, some warm milk it tasted very sweet as I gulped it down still slightly dehydrated from the party, Hanna mocked my baby bottle as it was Winnie the Pooh character on it.

She fed me four in total I felt quite full as she took my hand leading me to the bed room, she threw the bed covers off onto the floor, patting the bed she spoke “Ok Crybaby girlie sit up on the middle of the bed spread your leggies wide apart Clever girlie”

she took my cuffs & bound my leggies Wide apart,then got on the bed Hanna knelt behind me “Open Wide Crybaby Sweetheart !” She pushed her pants into my mouth gagging Me, they were soaking wet & still hot with her Pee !

“Close Crybaby” next she wound vet wrap around my face this was followed by my pink bondage film, she wrapped my whole head only my eyes & nose we’re left as Hanna picked up my pink Lycra wet look hood, pulling it taught over my head she zipped it up the rear.

She then pushed me back down on the bed taking each wrist in turn to cuff them Wide apart to the headboard.

I was now spread eagle on the bed for her as she giggled at my tummy gurgling? “Yes Crybaby Sweetheart Mummy Put some nice suppositories up Your botty when she probed you’re sissy Hole cutenesses....Not long Now & My Baby Girlie is going to Do lots & Lots of big poppies from her Mummy” she lifted the down throwing it over Me. Then Hanna started undressing right in front of me down to her bra & pants in black lace, she slid under the covers running her hand over my tummy “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it push for Mummy she wants to hear you Go poppies for her...Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way push a nice Big load into your Diaper Clever Baby!”

As my rear collapsed to the cramping from the suppositories the rear of my diaper swelling outwards under me.....Hanna was playing with her self ! She was getting off on my Humiliation !!....Panting heavily I heard her climax beside me .....She ran her fingers over my face...the smell of her sex was unmistakable..”Night Night Crybaby Sweetheart...when we wake Mummy will change your diaper....Then Madam am going to Punish You Crybaby Pain Toy.O’yes I read each & every story....am so glad your a masochist Baby As Mummy is Very sadistic..PAIN TOY !!.....

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insanelyadd · 5 years ago

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Here is the next chapter to Macaroons and Babybones. I really hope you like it.

((This is a reader insert that features Pap Pap and SkeleChara, the person who wrote it wanted me to post it, it’s very cute and lovely! I’m super excited to see where it will go! :D But I’m putting my commentary at the top because I need to add a read more.))

Chapter Two: Phone calls in the night

-Charakterny’s POV-

My day started just like any other day. Wake up, get ready for the day, then head down to eat breakfast Papa made for my all my uncles and myself. Sitting in my seat next to Papa’s at the table, my fet swing back and forth under the table as I wait for the deliciousness that fills the air with its siren’s song. Papa walks into the dinning room with his pink frilly apron and plates lining his arms like a pro. Sliding them across the table, one plate stops in front of me with a small stack of chocolate waffles. Digging into breakfast, I watch as my uncles all finish their own and start to leave going to their different jobs. Uncle Edge downs the rest of his coffee before taking his mug I got his last giftmas to the kitchen. Uncle Edge kisses the top of my skull as he passes while Uncle Blue rubs the top of my skull. Uncle Black roles his eyelights at Uncle Blue before kissing the top of my skull as well. They all start to lightly bicker, before they grab their coats and head out the door to the police station. Uncle San’s, Red, and Stretch places their dishes in the sink as well before leaving to go to Mount Ebbot Labs. Uncle Mutt takes off to disappear into the unknown after a quick wave in my direction. Waving back I take my plate into the kitchen.

“Chara, My Child.” Papa says in a way that I know I’m not going to like what he has to say.

“I Have To Go Work With Ambassador Frisk Today. Now, I Know You Don’t Care Much For Nanny Ava” shifting under my papa’s sockets I try not to look as sad as I feel.

“But She Is One Of The Only Human Nannies That Is Safe Enough For Monster Children To Be Around.” Papa says before muttering under his breath.

“Why can’t I just go stay with Toriel then?” I whine crossing my arms.

“She could watch me.”

“Because My Skeletiny Miss Toriel Is Also Going To Be Helping Us Today.” Papa says in a soft tone before crouching down and wrapping his arms around my body.

“I Know This Is Hard, But After This Meeting Things Should Settle Down. Then I Can Be Home More.” He whispers planting his teeth on the top of my skull with a loud ‘Mweh’, wrapping my arms around my papa I cling to him as long as I can.

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Standing outside of a girl’s clothing shop I try not to cringe at the sea of pink dresses that Nanny Ava was trying to get me to try on. Cringing away from a pink frilly number that no one! Not even Frisk would try on, I thank my lucky stars when a young attractive man sashes up and starts flirting with her.

“Gross.” I mutter under my breath as they make goo-goo eyes at each other. Seeing a chance to sneak away and go to the candy store I slowly backed away. Hiding in the sea of regrets and nightmares I disappear through the clothing racks. Using the pink frills to hide my escape. Once I’m out the front doors of the store I can’t help the loud laugh that bursts past me teeth.

“Muh haha! Freedom!” I cheer in victory turning I speed walk in the direction of the toy store only to bump into something hard enough that it causes me to fall on my tailbone.

“Ow” I mutter moving my hand to rub my lower spine. A dark, cold, feeling fills my Soul as a shadow falls over me. Looking up my sockets trace over beaten, old boots that Uncle Edge would cringe at. Torn blue jeans that clings to tightly to the humans body along with a dark shirt that looks like something even Frisk couldn’t wear. Their ugly face glares down at me with narrowed dark beady eyes, his bald head reflecting the light over head.

“Hello little freak.” His lips twisted into a wicked smile as his large hand reaches down for me. A new fear wrings at my soul as his hand blocks the light above us. Twisting my body around I push off the ground and run away from the man.

“Get back here!” I hear him yell as two sets of footsteps chase after me. Darting through the crowd of people like uncle Blue taught me. Turning to look over my shoulder I miss the person that is in front of me. Slamming into hard legs my body starts to fall backwards, grabbing onto their jeans stops me from falling. Looking up their tall body my sockets take in their weird grey coat and the way their dark toned clothing hide every aspect of what they look like even down to the black leather gloves on their hands. Looking up at their shadowed covered face I see purple eye lights glow illuminating a skeletal face I have never seen before. They have large round eye sockets similar to Uncle sans, only theirs look more feminan. Their eye lights are blown wide and glowing the prettiest purple color giving their round almost soft looking skull a lavender glow. Their teeth are flat just like Uncle blue and Papa except for the pointed sharp canines like uncle Red, and Mut. They look like they could rip apart anything that they bite into. They have scars that cut deep into their skull. One runs from corner to corner of their eye sockets across their nasal bone. Another one that looks shallower runs from the left corner of their mouth down to their jaw bone. What looks like four really deep scars cut into the top of their right eye socket and continue up their skull under their hood. Then like a switch was flipped the purple glow dies leaving shadows again. They stand taller than Uncle sans, blue, black, and red. But they are shorter than Papa, Edge, Mut, and Stretch.

‘So pretty!’

Remembering the humans chasing me I look over my shoulder, cold fear fills my bones unknowingly causing them to rattle as I see them catching up to me through the crowd. Letting go of the unknown skeletons leg I move to run only for their gloved hands to grab onto my shoulders. A warm fuzzy feeling almost like I’m being wrapped in a warm blanket fills me as I look back up at them.

‘what are they doing? And what is this feeling?” Cursing and thundering footsteps break me out of my thoughts. Looking up at their hidden face again I watch as the shadows move like they are looking behind me. Looking back over my shoulder I see the two humans that were chasing me stopped just a few feet behind me. Feeling the other skeletons fingers twitch on my shoulders I look back up to see they are watching the two humans closely.

“Hand over the brat!” the guy that knocked me to the ground demands of the skeleton. Fear fills my soul again only to be replaced by shock as they move forward putting themselves between me and the two men. One hand stays on my shoulder in a comforting way while their other one rests at their hip.

“Yeah, Not Going to Happen.” They say in a hard female voice reminding me of Toriel when she is angry. Shaking hands reach up and grab their pant leg clutching it for dear life as my eye lights black out. Looking up at their shadowed face I plead with them with my eye sockets.

‘Please don’t give me to them! Please don’t give me to them! Please!!’ As if reading my thoughts they look back up at the two thugs. Their hand on twichs on my shoulder as I feel their body take on more of a sturdy position.

“You got some Major balls picking on a kid, let alone a monster one!” They chuckle out patting my shoulder as the ugly ones face to turn an interesting shade of red. He takes a step forward trying threaten the skeleton. I feel their magic rush through their body reacting to his display.

“Listen girly, I can tell your not from around here-” The ugly one starts making the new skeleton tense up.

“No shit, Sherlock.” They growl back making me giggle silently, the ugly one turns redder than a tomato. He takes a step forward only for the pretty one to reach out and stop him taking another step forward.

“And in this city little freaks” The pretty one cuts in nodding his head at me with a dark sneer on his face causing me to flench, this new stranger comforts me by rubbing their hand across the back of my skull. I feel them move their body shielding me from those mean humans eyes. Peeping out from behind them I see the humans look up from me glare at the stranger ignoring the signs of danger.

“Need to learn to stay out of our neighborhood and go back to that hole they crawled out of!” The ugly one finishes stepping closer to them. I watch their hood move mack as their rank breath hits their skull. Sympathy fills me knowing how sensitive our nasal cavities can be.

“Now I’ll just take-” The ugly one starts to say reaching out for me only for a black leather gloved hand to lock around their wrist in a crushing grip that has him gasping in pain. My sockets winden and look up at them in amazement.

‘They are so fast! Just like Papa.’

“Now see here is what I don’t understand.” They growl causing both humans to look up at their shadowed face.

“You obviously don’t know who you are fucking with.” They start holding fast as the man tries to pull his arm free.

“Because if you did you would have Fucked off the moment you had my attention. But I guess stupidity is to be expected from a couple of shitheads like yourselves.” Tugging on the man’s arm fast and hard he crashes into the skeletons rib cage knocking their hood off of their skull exposing their face to the world. I don’t see the two men flench back as my eyes are glued to the four scars that are cut so deep into the back of their skull. Almost like somethings claws dug in and ran over their skull and down to their socket before they were able to move away. Their voice brings me back to reality.

“After all attacking a monster in such a crowded place, with all these people. You are REALLY special aren’t cha.”

“Your a monster!!” The other human yells as their let go and push the ugly human away with one hand in a quick move like a ninja. My eye lights follow as he stumbles over his own feet and falls against the tile floor of the mall drawing the eyes and cell phone cameras of all the people around us.

“Oh sweetheart,” They say in a sickening sweet voice that has me cringing at the fake tone.

“You have no idea.” They laugh only for the ugly one to jump up and take a swing at them. Moving like a ninja from one of my uncles kung fu movies they somehow gently push me back away from them before spinning around knocking his right hand away with their open palm with their left hand. My eye lights turn into stars as they spin in a small half circle and get their right foot in behind his legs, with a fast tug they I knock his feet out from under him. I watch in what seems like slow motion as his feet fly up above his head and his back slams into the floor.

An angry yell has me looking up from the man on the floor to see the nicer looking one rushing at the skeleton his fist pulled back. Worry fills me only to die as they reach out with a calm look on their face and grab his arm, with a swift pull they twist their hips and stick their thigh in between his legs. Lifting their leg and pulling the man forward his chest twists over their back before he lands on the floor next to his friend on his back. Both of the humans have the air knocked out of their lungs.

“Next time you pick on a child, you better plan on someone betting your ass.” They growl as their eyes glow a deep violet. My eye lights follow as them seeing everything in slow motion as they stand up and walk over to me like a hero in a move. I see the blurred shapes of people behind them surrounding the two mean humans.

“That was so cool!” I whisper in awe, a soft chuckle from the skeleton in front of me along with their glowing cheek bones brings a smile to my skull. Crouching down to my height in front of me a genuine smile pulls their my teeth. Time passes quickly after that as they help me find my nanny and give me their name along with their number.

‘Calibri. What a cool skeleton! Almost as cool as my family.’ I think as Nanny Ava loads me into her car and we head off back to my house.

-Calabri’s Pov-

A warm crisp breeze tugs at the hood of my coat tickling my cheek bones. Gravel crunches under my shoes mixing with the calls of the night animals making a new, strange melody. White eye lights glow illuminating the darkness only to fade as clouds part over head. Pausing in my journey, my skull tilts back. The hood that kept my face concealed falls as I stop and gaze up at the dark expanse littered with twinkling lights that stretches forever. My eye lights tear themselves away from the sky to take in the old path in front of me. The gravel pathway is lined with stone walls that have started to crumble from times wrath. Taking a calming breath I take another step forward, taking in the trees that have taken root over the years and grown to extraordinary heights. One step turns to two as eye lights take in the dark green almost emerald vines with star shaped leaves that has taken to climbing up the fallen stones, forest green moss grows across the top of the walls into the holes and spaces left behind. Pale white, pink, and blue flowers bloom in the moonlight off the vines. My creamy white finger bones caress the flowers left behind from decades before. Tall stone pillars that make the arched entryway are sanded down from rain and winds over time. Pieces are missing out of the left side of the arch leaving a gap only for it to be connected by vines and flowers. The milky white beams of moonlight fall onto the arch giving it an ethereal glow. Stepping through the arch way I glide through tall prairie grasses and wildflowers that grab at my pants, trying to lay claim to me just like the land. Climbing up a small hill, I stop at a crumbling gravestone. The stone no longer bears the name or date of the name of the person resting under it. All traces of the person have been wiped away by the sands of time only leaving behind the once white marble stone that is now more moss than anything. Tall pink snapdragons and bright yellow prickly poppies grow strong and unchanged by time as they stand on both sides of the gravestone keeping the one under it company.

“Hey Kiddo.” Sitting down in front of the stone I place my hand on the top of it remembering the color of their silky strands of hair.

“It’s been awhile hasn’t it.” I choke on a laugh, a fresh pain fills my Soul as my imagination replaces the gravestone with them. Their pink eyes narrow up at me under their brows while my hand sits on top of their curly mess of white hair. Freckles make constellations on their full cheeks and rosy lips pucker in a pout.

“I know you missed me a-and I’m sorry.” I force out between the sharp pains in my chest. Their head tilts up to look me in the eyes as their small, so small hands grip at the thick yellow petticoats that are embroidered with red snapdragons, their favorite flower, and little blue birds. The top of their yellow dress is lined with delicate white lace with a thick wool crimson cloak tied around their neck.

“It’s just been so hard to keep my promise.” I watch as their eyes lose some of the bright color that I love so much.

“I lost my way there for a while kiddo. I didn’t realize how much of me left when you did.” I force past my teeth, glowing purple tears falling from my sockets.

“Don’t be sad.” I can almost hear the twinkle of their voice as one of their little hands reaches up and grips my wrist the other reaches out to me. Pale fingers with short pink nails grab the front of my coat, digging into the fabric.

“I-I meet a child today.” A dark gray sleeve wip at the tears on my bones as I change the subject away from my failure.

“You would have liked them, little dragon.” I whisper as their eyes almost gleam with excitement, lighting up like little rubys. Their fist let go of me and fly up in front of their face as their lips pull back into a wide smile with two missing front teeth, one on top of the other on the bottom.

“What are they like?” They ask swaying their hips, cheeks lighting up a soft pink with blush. A broken laugh cuts through the night’s song with its pain and unspoken heartbreak.

“They uh” I cough to clear my throat.

“Their soul is almost identical to yours-” Loud bird chirping wipes the child’s image away like smoke being carried along with the wind. Pulling out my phone from my pocket I look at the unknown number before coughing out the stain in my voice. Wiping one cheekbone dry I swipe the answer bone only for a loud voice to fill my ear.

“HELLO IS THIS CALIBRI?” The voice asks in a light cheerful tone, something in my soul flips.

“Um” I start only for my voice to crack, clearing my throat I answer.

“Yes this is her. Who my I ask is this?”

“I’M SO GLAD I CAUGHT YOU, MISS CALIBRI. THIS IS PAPYRUS CHARAKTERNY’S PAPA, AND I WANTED TO THANK YOU IN PERSON FOR HELPING MY SKELETINY OUT OF A TOUGH SITUATION TODAY. I’M TERRIFIED OF WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU WEREN’T THERE.” Papyrus says voice falling from happy to worried.

“It wasn’t a problem Papyrus. I am glad I was there to help them.” my voice cracks as I wipe the tears from the other side of my skull. Papyrus pauses on the phone before asking in a heartwarming yet worried tone.

“Are You Alright Miss Calibri?” My sockets widen in the dark, as my teeth are forced into a grin.

“I-If You Need Someone To Speak Too-” He starts as my grin softens around the edges.

“Thank you Papyrus. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.” I pause before asking.

“How is Charakterny? I promised to take both you and them to get some sweets.” I change the subject praying that this Papyrus will follow the lead. His silence speaks louder than any words ever could.

“They Are Quite Fine. Excited To Meet Another Skeleton Other Than Their Family. They wouldn’t Stop Describing How You Took Out Those Two Humans. I’m Afraid Now The Whole Family Is Quite Curious About You, Miss Calibri.” He says in a that makes it easy to guess his next question.

“Would You Be Able To Come Over To Have Dinner With Us Tomorrow Night?” His tone betraying his nervousness.

“I just have one question Papyrus.” I say hearing him inhale before he asks the million dollar question.

“And What Is That?” Standing back up, I pat the top of the gravestone in front of me, my expression softening as I remember their own question.

“What do you want for dessert?”

#fanfic #skelechara #papyrus/reader #self insert #papyrus #sans #hopefully the read more works for mobile users #submission

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yandere-flower · 5 years ago

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Can I request a Yandere Bakugo with a s/o darling who is an escort who clearly has depression. She never wanted to be one but had to support her poor family. Bakugo meets her by saving her and perhaps after he becomes a patron to give her a break from the sleezy men. Soon, he buys her all the time. She is flattered and feels safe at first until one day he tells her that her family sold her off to him. They will wed. She’s in shock but she’s scared of going back to that life, so she agrees.

I changed it just slightly, but overall I like this one a lot! Thanks for the prompt and I hope you’re happy with it!

Bakugo x Reader down below

The noise your heels make as they met the pavement became almost like a melody to you. It’s rhythm all to familiar to you after all this time. You can’t remember when the noise stopped being so irksome and instead faded into the background, as some kind warped instrumental playing as you walk back home. While you held yourself tight, happy that your client tonight just wanted to talk about work, you can’t help but be disappointed in yourself. You only kept one man company these past few days, and few clients meant fewer money, and less money meant you couldn’t provide as much this week. You really did try, but not all weeks can be successful ones. You considered yourself pretty good, maybe not the best conversationalist but you could play a role fairly well. But you guess these men pay for time because they want something that feels real, not fake like you. You had some regulars, however it was always the same. Them telling you how they could provide for you, take you away from this wretched world, pamper you. But they didn’t understand, they never did. You weren’t doing this for yourself, you had people that depended on you. These men pretended to be nice, but in reality they wanted to own you, not pay for a family to survive. At the end of the day you were nothing more than a toy to them, they next pretty thing to occupy their time.

Pulled from your thoughts, the beat of your heels were soon joined by the heavy stomping of steel toed boots. Before you could turn, you found yourself tossed to the ground, gravel damaging your pretty skin.

“Hey baby, going home so soon?” sneered the larger thug, his sick grin turning into a cackle as his boys cheered on his pathetic quip.

You didn’t have time for this shit, you just wanted to get this cheap makeup off. “Listen, I’m just on my way home okay don’t get the wrong idea pal”. You held yourself up on you elbow in preparation to pull yourself up, but suddenly you’re swept off your feet and find yourself in the arms of another man, this one decidedly more handsome.

“Hey man, get your own lady we were just havin so-” the skiddish bully started to utter before he found himself at the end of an explosive blast. Not only did it stun him and his friends, but the man who held you still had one arm firmly against your waist, his other extended as the heat of the flames warmed your frigid skin. You recognized him now, he was that Pro-Hero with an attitude problem. The men scattered away, as you clearly weren’t worth fighting a Pro over, and yet after the scene had settled you found yourself stuck in the moment. The hero, Bakugo, you heard him utter during his introduction, still had you fiercely in his grasp. Your confused look must have told him to back off, because before you could ask his hands retreated.

“Listen, you can’t possibly think it’s a good idea to walk out her by yourself? I swear you civilians get stupider each day” he scoffed, but his body already moves to walk alongside yours. The walk is mostly quiet, the occasional grunt or insult by Bakugo, but you can’t help but feel safe. You surprise him you think, when you laugh at the insults he throws around. You’ve walked these streets enough times to know how bad they get, and even if he’s just joking you can’t help but appreciate the honesty. The walk feels increasingly long, you’ve never quite felt this way about a man before. Normally all the men you’ve been with have wanted you to play the victim role, but even in this case, you didn’t feel like one. His hand would occasionally graze the small of you back, directing you where to turn as if you weren’t the one leading in the first place.

Eventually you reach your street, and you tell him so. You can see the disappointment on his face, and suddenly you find yourself speaking before thinking.

“I don’t have to go home yet you know” you say, almost like a whisper. You didn’t mean to sound so meek, but you don’t know why you offered something so dumb after the man just saved you and was just showing you common courtesy.

You felt foolish, the heat rising in your cheeks as you went to turn away.His fingers however had another idea, as he clasps them around you chin to force you to look at him. He sighs, almost as if he was telling himself to set you straight, to tell you to go home.

“I’m fucking famished, is there anything good around here to eat?” he growled, his fingers falling as you’re left breathless from the loss.

That was the start of his patronage, as he paid for your food and drinks without you even asking. You protested at the time, but Bakugo wasn’t a man you argued with. He just grunted and told you some line about how he was making sure you were okay, that this was just a pick me up meal. But before you knew it, Bakugo came around more and more.

At first it was just the occasional meal or two, soon escalating to drinks. You never ordered anything, Bakugo always chose for you. You had to admit, he knew your tastes well, always something girly and frilly that masked the heavy amount of alcohol hidden in the drink. He’d pretend it was your fault, act disgruntled as he carried you home but you knew what this was. All your clients acted like this, like the boss in your life. You didn’t want to see Bakugo like that but that’s all you knew about men at this point. At least Bakugo was always nice to you, never sharp or curt.

There were warning signs, in hindsight. The way his body tensed up when you talked about your clients. You tried to make jokes, insult them to appease Bakugo but you figured you would stop bringing them up. That was worse somehow. Suddenly the number you gave him to use as a way of meeting up became his go to way for checking up on you. Every night you weren’t with him your phone would blow up with constant questioning.

“Want to go out tonight? Half off drinks come on -B” - 10:23 p.m

“Busy? Busy with what I thought you said you were okay on funds. - B” - 10:40 p.m.

“Seriously I’ll just pay the fee who needs those fucking guys anyway, we’re friends aren’t we? -B” - 10:41 p.m.

“Where are you - B” - 11:55 p.m.

“Why do you even do this job I mean they must be so pathetic to be around - B” -12:42 p.m.

You stopped answering after a bit, the constant buzzing of your phone clearly bothering your host. You didn’t know how to explain it to Bakugo without further pissing him off but he was starting to affect your job. You told yourself that you’ll ignore him for the night, give the client your full attention, and have coffee with Bakugo tomorrow to explain the concept of boundaries. He said it himself, you’re friends, he should understand how important this is for you.

You weren’t expecting him to pick you up from your clients place. You know, the one you never told him you were going to in the first place. You felt frozen in place, standing in fron of his car just waiting for something to happen. Waiting for him to wipe away that fake smile that was plastered on his face, waiting for him to leap out and pull you into him. You’d rather do things your way. You opened the door and got in, never once meeting his eyes and instead just staring straight forward. You could feel the anger radiating off him the longer you chose to ignore him, but you knew what you had to do.

You voice sound watery, your confidence watering. “Look Bakugo, I really appreciate all that you’ve done and I value your friendship but you have to respect that this is what I do for money alright? Don’t you respect me?”

You finally turned to look at him, his face unlike anything you’ve seen. He had that shit eating grin still, but his eyes were wide with something more than just anger, almost as if he was frustrated? You didn’t want to stay anymore, but you recalled the clicking noise when you closed the door behind you and knew you were locked in here with the man.

“Respect? I’m the ONLY one the fucking respects you!” he yelled out, his anger evident in his voice. His words are just as hard as the grip his hand has on your bicep, holding you in place as if you could ever escape him.

“Bakugo plea-” your cry was silenced, as if he didn’t even register your voice.

“Do you think those men fucking respect you? If they respected you they would pay you enough to not fuck around with other guys. If they respected you they would ask you to dress up for them and pretend you were interested in you. If your family fucking respected you then they wouldn’t have sold you just for some meager fucking cash-”

His rant became a blur after that, the world spinning around you. Maybe Bakugo’s grip was just so strong that you were starting to feel weak, but the words he uttered started swirling around your head. Sold? What does he mean sold? Did he mean for the afternoon? Your clients never went through your family, this business was all your own. They had no knowledge of the process, why would Bakugo go through them? Why did he feel like he had to buy your time, you’ve told him so many times you didn’t want that from him. You always found it odd how that seemed to hurt him, but you figured he just wanted to help you out.

The sliding of something cold and metallic on your finger drags you away from yourself, forcing you to face the maniac in front of you.

It was a fucking ring.

“What the hell, Bakugo what is wrong with you, this is a joke right?” you scoff, clearly overwhelmed with the situation

That irritated twitching of his lips began, the one that comes out when things don’t go as he pictured. With on hard squeezing yours and the other still iron locked on your arm, you felt even more trapped than before. This man wasn’t you friend. But you suppose he never wanted to be.

“Can anyone ever really care for you like I can? Isn’t that a husband’s duties, to care for their own?” His voiced was much softer than before, he was clearly trying to back pedal from his outburst. Trying to calm you down. Unsuccessfully you might add.

Even worse, he releases your hand and moves his towards your upper thigh, caressing your bare skin along the way. You mentally curse yourself for wearing such a short skirt today, you thought it would motivate your client to talk longer and pay more. You didn’t notice your breathe until you heard his panting, the car filled with the sounds of gasps and pants, the both of you feeling very differently about the situation at hand.

You try and tighten your thighs, prevent him from going further, but you seemed to have guessed his intention. His rough knuckles push against the plush fat of your thighs and finds your clothed heat, slightly soakes fron the tantalizing touch of his hot finger tips.

“I could take such good care of you” he breathes out, his fingers twisting your panties to push them out of the way of his goal.

You want to protest, but what chance do you have? You turn to look away from him, hoping to discourage him with your discomfort.

It does the opposite.

With the new opening he leans his body forward, digging his nose into you neck and taking a long sniff as he plunges two fingers into your core.

You can’t help but moan, his rugged fingers working you while finds his pleasure in the presence of you scent. The patterned curling of his fingers, the eager pace of entering in and out of you becomes like the rhythm of your heels. Something to get lost in. You let yourself succumb to the pleasure and grind into his hands, his panting become that of a dogs, a little drool escaping down your collarbone. After what feels like an eternity you find yourself edging closer and closer to reality. You know the moment this is over you’ll find yourself trapped once again, but right now you feel safe. Safe as his rapid thrusting of his fingers bring you closer and closer. Before long you tense up around his digits, feeling that warmth rush through your entire body and you soak his hand in your juices. As he retreats and adjusts himself, you pull your legs up and hold them as you try and get your head around things.

Before you can try and fix the situation you feel the car engine start and the radio turn on. You look over a Bakugo, who has one arm resting on your seat and the other with a grip on the steering wheel, soaking it in your cum. He looks calm, almost like that night you first met him, but you can see his excitement through his jeans.

“Let’s go home babe, you’re gonna love it there”

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #bakugou x reader #yandere scenarios #male yandere #fic

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hargroves-angel · 5 years ago

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Cookies And Cream 🏹🍪

Chapter 5 - Ice Cream

Warnings - Mentions Of Abuse, Fluff, Billy being baby 🥰

// Chapter 6 - Cheese Cake // Cookies And Cream Masterlist //

“Billy!” Y/N giggled. She was like an excitable puppy as she pulled him into her house.

“Woah angel what’s got you so happy?” He smirked. She had invited him over to do something, well that’s what Max said anyway. He kept trying to shove yesterday out of his mind, he didn’t care about who you liked anyway so he was confused as to why that lingering feeling of wonder wouldn’t go.

She daintily skipped as she dragged him into the kitchen. Several ingredients were placed on the counters. “What’s this?” He asked.

“We are baking! That’s why I asked your sister to tell you to come over today? I thought she told you why?” Billy shrugged. “Either way I’m on the cheerleading squad! And I’ve got my first team bake sale!” She was beaming at him, her eyes shone with joy.

“Really?! That’s great doll, didn’t know they did bake sales though” he chuckled. Looking around at the various equipment.

“It’s to get better uniforms for us and some new basketball hoops and jerseys for you guys... you know how they’re doing that cheerleader to a player thing- which reminds me!” She bounced upstairs leaving Billy for a moment.

Billy felt uneasy. He wanted to ask you who you liked but he also told himself that he didn’t care, because he didn’t... right?

She was holding a journal in her hand. It was a pastel pink colour with a white ribbon in it, she used that as book mark clearly.

“Look!” She showed him a list of names. It was various girls names on one side and boys on the other, each was paired with a line.

He read Y/N and followed the line to Billy. Who was Billy? Oh wait that was him... Jesus he’s been spending way too much time over thinking. Oh wait that was him! she was gonna be his cheerleader, he felt his heart swell. He hated it.

“Emery was meant to be paired with you, but after yesterday... she decided she wanted to go with Sean, how it works is that I’ll get given a cheerleading dress with my second name on it for when I’m cheering in competitions and practicing and then another for school games we get to switch into the special uniforms with our basketball players second name on, so mine will have Hargrove on it, team Hargrove for the win!” Y/N looked down, she seemed a little flustered. “It was Emery’s idea because Sean had given her a promise ring and she wanted to show off her future second name or something, I like the concept. I’m like your personal cheerleader!” She giggled. Billy’s heart fluttered at the thought of her being his personal cheerleader.

“Thats perf- great.. all good” he cleared his throat. Y/N felt a little unhappy with his response, she thought he’d be happier, oh well.

“Anyway!” She shoved the book onto the table and flicked through it to a decorated page. “I was up all night making a list of what we have to make, and you’re helping me!” She declared.

“What! I don’t know the first thing about baking” he protested.

“Trust me, max filled me in, so that’s why I’m gonna teach you!” She put on her cooking apron over her dress. “One second” She left the room, Billy stood in the kitchen, looking at the patterned wallpaper on her walls. He jumped when he felt her hands wrap around his middle, she pulled an apron over his head and tied it up, he wanted to lean into her touch because it just felt so comfortable, so right. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind. He looked at the black material.

“This has to be the darkest thing you own” He chuckled.

“I bought it yesterday, I couldn't really imagine you wearing frilly pink or white aprons, Bad Boy” she teased. His heart warmed at the fact that she went out of her way for him. Damn, he needed to eat... Sure was getting hungry...

They washed their hands, Billy flicked some water at Y/N and she squealed doing the same.

“Billy! Stop you’re gonna ruin my dress!” She giggled pushing him away from her and throwing a cloth at him. He quickly dried his hands before creeping up behind Y/N and tickling her sides as she tried to dry her own hands. Her soft giggled filled the room as Billy kept tickling her, they both ended up falling on the floor, laughing. “Billy! Please stop!...” she giggled. He ceased, his body hovering over hers, his face now only inches away from hers, his eyes glanced over hers, he licked his lips, the hungry feeling getting really strong his whole stomach fluttering in... hunger?

“Y/N... I think... I... - we should get up and get started” he mumbled crawling off of her. His dick wanted him to go back, that was the closest they’d been. His mind and his heart told him to leave, he felt as though maybe he didn’t want to go that far... yet. For some reason he was starting to care about her... Jesus he was starving right now, he definitely needs to go to a doctor this amount of hunger surely wasn’t normal, he’d only had breakfast an hour ago!

“Ok what are we making first?” He asked looking inside the flour bag.

“Something simple, cookies!” She beamed at him. She got on her tip toes and tried to grabbed a huge book from the cabinet.

“Here lemme help princess” Billy chuckled picking up the book with ease and placing it on the table.

“Thank you” she went to the table and flicked through it. “Ok, so we have different types to make, so classic chocolate chip, double chocolate, cupcake mix cookies and sugar cookies!” She landed on a page that had the word cookies on it and proceeded to look through the various pages after that picking out the right recipes.

“Where did you get this from?” He asked, noticing how most of the pages were old and crinkled but some where fresh.

“It’s passed down the generations in my family, this was originally my great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmothers recipies and then once they pass on they hand it to their daughters” she smiled at his inquisitive nature.

“Jesus that’s old” he smirked. “Let’s bake then” he was actually excited, the only time he baked was with his mother back in California, he only did it once because his father shouted at him for doing ‘girly things’. This felt nice though.

Y/N and Billy baked all the different types of cookies, Billy getting various ingredients down himself.

Billy had cookie dough on his cheek and had eaten half of the chocolate chips they were meant to be using. “Come here!” She scolded him and licked her thumb wiping the dough from him.

She showed him how to cut out various shapes for the sugar cookies. Guiding his fingers to the right places and giggling whenever he got frustrated.

They moved on from the cookies to making other recipes. From doughnuts to cupcakes to even home made ice cream.

Billy’s big hands were good at kneading bread, and so he worked on a whole meal loaf whilst she tackled a Victoria sponge.

“Billy be careful! You’ll squish it” she laughed at his best efforts to bake.

“Princess I don’t understand! This is confusing” he groaned. Shoving the bread into the oven.

“That’s better, you’re doing really well Billy, these are gonna taste amazing” she giggled.

Billy was enjoying this more than he should have, he usually would’ve tried moving onto sex by now, with no interest in the actual time they spent together. But with Y/N things were different, he wanted to spend time with her... she was like an angel- his angel-

Y/N handed him a piping bag with icing in it.

“Look what happens when you squeeze it” she guided his hands to the cake she had made placing it on the spot she wanted.

Billy lightly squeezed the piping bag and the icing came out like whipped cream.

“I’m pretty good at this baking stuff” he boasted. Icing smeared down his cheek and flour down himself.

“You’re amazing Billy!” She gazed into his baby blues. He looked into hers.

Time stopped again. Billy’s Head was spinning, that damn feeling was back and his heart rate was through the roof. Not to mention how hot it was, all the windows were open and Billy had snacked on literally anything he could find and that damn hunger wouldn’t stop.

The timer pulled them both out of the trance. Y/N hurried over to the oven opening it, the scent of all their treats filling the room.

“This is the best part” She sniffed the air taking in the sweet sugary smell. Billy had a blush dusting his cheeks. Watching this angel in front of him.

Maybe he wasn’t feeling hungry... maybe it was something else. He pushed it to the back of his mind.

Billy blinked quickly and helped her get the cookies and desserts out of the oven.

“These turned out perfectly Billy!” She showed him the treats. There was one dodgy cookie in the corner.

“Ahh there’s my practise cookie” he smirked grabbing it off the burning hot tray and immediately flinching backwards. “Fuck!” he yelled holding his hand. Y/N put the tray down and took Billy to the sink, she ran cold water over his finger.

“What am I going to do with you” she rubbed his back, nursing his finger under the cold water. “That feeling better?” She asked after 2 minutes. He nodded. Feeling a bit embarrassed. Also a little confused, no one usually cared when he got hurt. It was usually ‘Man up pussy and get over it’, it felt nice to be cared for. “Let me kiss it better” she pressed her lips to his hand and placed a soothing kiss on it.

Ok she definitely was an angel, it’s like it just stopped burning immediately, or maybe it was the fact that it had been under freezing cold water for a minute or two but still, that small kiss made his mind go fuzzy.

“It’s all good, didn’t hurt that much” he brushed off.

“Sure thing bad boy” she handed him a cool rag and he held it on his fingers and thumb. “Anyway now that that’s over we can package everything, my second favourite part” She took him to the dining room, baskets and plastic wrap was around the place, bows and labels next to them.

“How about you hand me the treats, once they’ve cooled down, and I’ll wrap them and then you write the label and then ill put the bow on top, let’s start with cookies”

Billy handed her several cookies, keeping one for himself and biting into it. He wrote down the labels.

Y/N placed some in a big basket and a couple spread into small gift boxes similar to the one she gave him when they first met.

They moved on through the treats. Soon enough it was dark outside and everything had been complete.

Y/N and Billy sat down in her room, both laughing at one of his stories about Tommy.

“That’s mean!” She giggled.

“He deserved it” Billy protested. Their laughing calmed down and Billy looked up at the time. “I should get back, Maxine probably thinks I’ve died or something, I’ve never spent this much time with a girl” he smirked at her.

“So I’ve been told” she smiled at him.

“What do you mean?”

“There were rumours about you being a womaniser and stuff, even if you are ,Billy, or were, I don’t care by the way. To me you’re sweet, not anything like that. I only believe what I see not what I hear” she moved closer to him. His arm wrapping around her.

“Thanks, not many people now a days think like that” he mumbled, happy that she was willing to ignore that stuff to get to know him. She really was perfect.

“I need to go” he quickly said, standing up rather fast. “Umm, see you Monday!” He mumbled leaving her house as quick as he could.

He breathed out heavily as he got past his front door.

He noticed Neil’s car parked by the side of the house, oh god.

“Where have you been boy” Neil asked gruffly.

“With a friend dad” he muttered “doesn’t matter anyway I’m here now”

“Yeah, after curfew, I asked you to babysit your fucking sister”

“She’s not my-”

“I don’t give a shit boy” Billy shoved past him into his room. Neil yelling after him. Susan got up from the couch.

“Don’t think you can fucking run away from me you little shit, you gonna run like your piece of shit mother huh?” Billy’s blood ran cold, how fucking dare he.

Billy balled his fists but Neil got the advantage shoving him against the wall. His shirt in his hands.

“You fucking come home late again, you fucking speak to me like again, you’re gonna regret it” he spat at Billy, “now what do you say!”

Billy looked the other way, he didn’t want to even look at Neil.

“Say it boy!”

Billy mumbled his response.

“SAY IT”

“I’m sorry sir” Neil slapped him and proceeded to let go of his shirt leaving Billy to fall down. His hands trying to steady himself. Susan rushed Neil out of the room.

“Fucking ungrateful piece of shit, doesn’t know the first fucking thing about-” Neil yelled at Susan.

Billy took a deep breath in. His eyes glazing over with hurt. He felt so lost, so lonely. His hands were shaking, hot tears blurring his vision as he slid down the wall. Letting himself cry, get every emotion out.

Y/N watched him from her window. Her own eyes watering. “Billy” She whispered. Wanting nothing then go run over to him and hold him, tell him everything was ok. She bit her lip, stepping away from her window. Her heart racing, she felt horrible. Should she have yelled something from the window? Would he have heard her? She took a deep breath in. Tears rolling down her cheeks. She shook with regret and sadness.

Billy needed help. She didn’t know how to help. But she was going to try anyway she could. Because she cared about him.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove smut

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crystalkleure · 5 years ago

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Turns out, I’m pretty sure I’m not a woman. I think...I’m gonna try he/him, and see if that fits a little better. It sure feels more Right.

I have always really, REALLY liked the super feminine male characters in all the media I consume, like, the long-haired pretty boy types. And I wish I could say that’s just thirst, but I like girls. As much as I can, at least; I’m asexual. No, if I ACTUALLY think a character is hot, I Specifically Do NOT post or talk a lot about them in fear of being obvious because that’s Embarrassing™ to me lmao.

Still, Pretty Boys always Extremely Catch My Attention. For instance, like...I have Pokemon Shield. When the expansion pack was announced, I wasn’t interested at ALL. Until I saw Avery. And then I was immediately willing to shell out $30 for the fucking thing. That’s not normal, what the fuck is wrong with me.

Turns out it’s not “thirst”. It’s “goals”. I finally figured out what my deal is there, and it’s that those are the characters I relate to the most. The feeling isn’t “damn, I want that”, it’s “damn, I want to BE that”.

Not to mention, every time I make an OC that I can successfully relate to, it’s always a dude. A pretty dude, but a dude. When I was younger, all of my self-inserts [that thankfully never saw the light of day on the internet] were Really Buff Chicks with no tits who were frequently MISTAKEN for Really Pretty Dudes, and then later they were just. Dudes.

And Noel is not my first name. It’s my middle name. I have always HATED my first name, but it took me forever to put my finger on why -- it’s too feminine, that’s what’s wrong. Yeah, I also like that “Noel” has some Actual Fitting Meaning to it, it’s “Christmas spirit” because I was born in December, but...it’s also a unisex name. Technically. There are two ways to spell it, one for each gender. And my version of it...is spelled the “male” way. When Noel is a chick’s name, it’s supposed to be “Noelle”. I think...I would not have liked it if it were the latter.

Also, when I was younger, like still in school, another thing is that all of my friends were boys, always. I never wanted to hang out with the girls because they were pretty and I was shy and they didn't want to roughhouse with me. I always liked to wrassle with the dudes instead, we'd get real scuffed up and dirty and it was great. Also video games, I liked playing video games with them. Loud shoot-em-up type video games. I was always, just..."one of the dudes".

Didn’t outgrow it, either. Even after being homeschooled for years, and thus essentially just isolated alone with my mother, at one point a group of 14-ish y/o kids moved in down the street and I hit it off with the boys immediately. Played basketball n shit with them, and they didn’t lose interest when I told them I was gay. Like, they weren't trying to get with me, we just genuinely enjoyed hanging out and Doing Extremely Bro Stuff. [[One of them was a little hesitant about letting me around his female cousin though lmao, because she was pretty and he could tell I could tell and so Overprotective Mode Activated just like when the other boys sidled up to her. That was fun. I miss those guys, they all moved away eventually. Hope they’re doing well.]]

So, I’ve always just been very rough, until I got too sickly and weak to be rough anymore. Liked helping out with physical labour around the house, too. Testing my strength, that’s it, that’s what was always so fun. Always hated skirts and dresses too, the only time I “liked” wearing girly pink frilly shit was about when puberty happened and the adults WANTED me to wear that sort of thing, and I’m a huge people-pleaser so what I actually liked was making them happy. Got over that after awhile and realized I fucking loathed the clothes themselves.

And I’ve always been super lukewarm about having tits. I feel like I SHOULDN’T be, because mine are huge -- I feel like I should be, idk, proud of them or something. Never really felt like that, though. They’re just awkward and painful and get in my way. I like these things a whole lot on OTHER people, not so much on myself.

I’ve always hated wearing bras! Once I realized I was autistic, I chalked it up to a sensory thing, not liking the way they felt. They’re tight-ish, and I like baggy clothes. Well, I bought a binder recently, and have been wearing it. Heaven. It’s not uncomfortable at ALL, I love this fucking thing, though yes of course it’s tight. I just don’t care. I never expected to be so ridiculously happy when I looked in the mirror and Did Not See Tits. So I wonder, if the way they felt was maybe not the reason I hated bras so much, then...hm.

Ah fuck, this post is getting long. I’m going into so much detail in a public post like this in case my experience and viewpoint might be able to help someone else work out their own, because this shit was a fucking hell of a Nightmare Mess to figure out, but I’ll try to wrap it up now by going back to the initial point for a minute:

After Thinking About It Real Hard For A Real Long Time, what appeals to me the most about that Long-Haired Pretty Boy character type is that, essentially, what they are saying to me is “A dude can be so feminine that he's EASILY mistaken for a she, and not only is he totally unquestionably accepted by the other dudes anyway, he's usually got a TON of fangirls drooling all over him lmao, so the girls obviously accept him as a guy too.“ And I’ve always looked extremely feminine, even when I had much more muscle, though at the same time I’ve always just been “one of the dudes”. I never wear much makeup, aside from MAYBE eyeliner [makes me itchy for some reason...] and VERY occasionally some funky-coloured lipstick, which I only warmed up to after seeing characters like Jack and Kira [MFB] wearing the same sort of thing despite being male. Same situation with nail polish. Also, peacocks and the colour pink, I HATED both of those things until Jack happened and now I like both of them just fine, because it’s been reaffirmed that a colour and a bird aren’t inherently gendered shit.

In conclusion, fuck gender roles, I’m not cutting my hair and I’ll wear whatever I want. If the fruity anime boys can get away with it, so can I.

Also I can’t figure out if all of this makes me nonbinary or just a pretty dude, pigeonholes are hard and tbh I don’t like them, but...oh god, it sounds like there’s at least a possibility I am Straight White Florida Man lmfao that’s too much fucking power oh no

#I've been playing a real fun game called Am I Feeling Dysphoria Right Now Or Is It An Autistic Thing OR Is It Some Internalized Bias. Woo!#My fuсking brain sucks holy shit #I've been thinking I'm just a butch lesbian but. That just doesn't feel right somehow.#Old people always called me a tomboy...which got under my skin. Now I think that's bc I knew it meant ''but you're still a girl :)''#In my head I've always referred to myself in male ways like ''dude calm down'' or ''I don't wanna be That Guy'' or ''we're bros'' etc.#.It speaks #I don't know man I'm just a tired flesh sack who draws and shitposts about weeb shit. That's the Ultimate Crux of my identity.#Definitely asexual though

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woofools · 5 years ago

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This was supposed to be a Valentines fic, but life prevented me from working on it until the last minute, and as per usual I rambled too much and ended up writing more than I originally intended. Whoops.

This is set sometime mid-season one, in case I failed to make that clear within the work itself.

Love’em Day was probably the most boring holiday in creation as far as Yang was concerned. There wasn’t an opportunity to get cool presents like with Family Day – just flowers and jewelry and girl stuff. The chocolate was okay, but at this time of year it was all heart-shaped. Bleh. There wasn’t even anything fun you could do to get the chocolate; with Weenie Howl you at least got to dress up and do scary stuff. Love’em was a whole day dedicated to love and romance and oh someone please gag him with a fluffy pink heart already.

The fact that Lina was out of town at a farmer’s market with her family and Yang had no opportunity to give her the very expensive (eh, decently expensive, Master Yo still wasn’t giving them an allowance) box of chocolates he’d gotten her definitely had nothing to do with it.

So instead he was sat on the couch, videogame controller in hand, eyes glued to the tv, box of chocolates open next to him. (Look if Lina wasn’t going to be around to eat them, that really left him no choice but to eat them himself. They could go bad by the time she got back home sometime tomorrow. He couldn’t give the girl he liked bad chocolate. But he’d spent good money on it, so he couldn’t let it go to waste…)

He was in the process of repeatedly slamming a mini-boss into the floor when he caught movement in his peripheral. He didn’t bother looking up, he knew who it was.

“Hey, um, have you seen Master Yo?” Yin asked.

Yang shook his head, still not looking up from the screen. “Nah. I think he went down to the bank to hit on the teller again. Or the car dealership, or the real estate office, or anywhere else he could think of to pick up someone so he wouldn’t be alone on Love’em Day.”

“Aw, that’s kinda sad…”

“Yeah, and pathetic.” Yang shrugged as he mashed buttons. “As long as he doesn’t get so desperate he calls Carl’s mom or something, I really don’t care.”

He was half expecting some kind of lecture from Yin here, so he was a little surprised when all she did was murmur something noncommittally. Hm. Weird and very not-Yin-like. Taking first opportunity to pause his game, he looked over towards her.

“Where are you going?”

Yin froze in the doorway for a second, then spun to face him, smiling. She had a wicker basket dangling off her arm, which was positively overflowing with pinks and reds and hearts coming out the wazoo. Yang’s innate boy-ness felt queasy at the sight of it.

“I’m going to hand out Love’em Day cards!” she said cheerfully, holding up the basket slightly. “Wanna come?”

A shudder the likes of which could only be brought on by frilly, girly things crawled up his spine. “Pass,” he said returning to his game.

“Suit yourself.”

He heard the door close behind her as she left, and after a few more combo-moves he crammed a handful of chocolates into his mouth. A realization hit him mid-chew, and after reflexively swallowing a(n honestly, should’ve been chewed more) wad of chocolate, he blurted, “Aw, man!”

He’d meant to make some kind of crack about Coop to Yin today! What kind of brother was he if he didn’t take every possible opportunity to tease his sister?

He redoubled his efforts to crush the boss (his momentary distraction had cost him a fair chunk of his HP), pouting slightly. Oh well. He’d catch her when she got home.

*****

Love’em Day was probably Yin’s favorite holiday of all time. For starters, there was always lots of pink everywhere – always a major perk in her opinion – there was always lots of flowers, and there was always lots of chocolate. And it was centered all around showing people you cared about how much you loved them! It was the best!

And Yin had an especially good feeling about this Love’em Day.

She’d left Yang and Master Yo’s Love’em cards on their beds. She’d made them herself. She’d tried to make Yang’s as over-the-top and flowery and pretty as she could (what kind of sister would she be if she didn’t antagonize her brother with non-offensive things he’d hate?), but she did really hope Master Yo would like his. She felt kind of bad for him, being all alone on Love’em Day… with any luck her card would make him feel a little better.

She made her rounds to her friend’s houses, depositing Love’em cards in their mailboxes and slowly making her way towards the park. As she was closing Lina’s mailbox, she noticed movement down by her feet.

“Aww, hey there little guy!”

It was a cat. A kind of mangy one, granted, but it looked to be a stray. That was hardly its fault. Anyway it was still a kitty, so it was still cute. Plus it had really big, pretty amber eyes—

Wait…

“Yuck?” she asked dubiously, then glanced around. She’d probably said that a little too loud. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be anyone near enough to hear.

The cat tilted its head, offering her a grin too sharp to be from an actual cat.

An incredulous laugh bubbled out of her. “Ohmygosh, I literally didn’t recognize you at first! Transfoomate?”

The cat nodded. “Y’might wanna stop talking to a cat like you think it’s gonna talk back though,” it added in an undertone, lazy grin still in place. “People’ll think you’re nuts.”

“Oh, right,” she giggled. “Um— hey kitty-kitty! Wanna come to the park with me, you little fluffy bundle of cuteness? Yes you do!”

The cat looked suddenly displeased at the baby talk, but it offered no resistance when she picked it up and placed it in the now practically empty basket, before resuming her trek.

“You’re sitting on your card by the way, don’t crush it!”

The cat looked up at her curiously, then began shifting a bit, presumably with the intention of digging the card out from underneath it. Yin giggled again.

“Me talking to a cat will make people think I’m nuts, but a cat reading won’t be weird?” As the cat froze, she said, “Just wait to read it until we get to the park, we’re almost there!”

There was a bit more of a pause, then the cat huffed and settled back into the basked, sulking slightly.

Yin didn’t mind. This was going to be her first Love’em Day with an actual, real date. She was excited, and nothing could ruin it for her.

*****

The “Brett Incident” had been the catalyst, as uncomfortable as it was to think back to that. She told herself everything was fine afterward. So she’d been lied to and tricked and gotten her heart broken; it wasn’t like she was the first girl that had ever happened to. And it had resulted in her brother admitting he was wrong and being genuinely protective, neither of which were things he did often. That balanced out, right? Yeah, it kind of stung, but something good had come out of it, so there was no need to regret it or stay upset about it, right?

…her self-pep-talk didn’t exactly do much to cheer her up. But the thought of trying to talk about her feelings with Yang or Master Yo (both of whom she loved, she really did, but they had the respective sensitivity of malfunctioning chainsaws) made her feel stressed and overall kind of icky. So she slapped a grin on her face and bore through it, mentally chanting that it would stop bothering her eventually.

Weirdly, the part that felt like it was tearing a hole in her heart hadn’t been that she’d been tricked by one of their enemies. It hadn’t been that the mega-cute guy who’d been interested in her wasn’t actually a mega-cute guy or actually interested. It hadn’t been that she’d given up her first kiss when it didn’t count, or any of the things she felt should be what was bothering her.

It was that… she’d been having fun with Brett. She’d liked talking with him. She’d liked going out and doing things with him. She’d liked how it’d felt to hug him and have him hug back, even if it had left her kind of woozy afterwards. And even though she knew it had all been fake, she wanted that back.

After nth night of not being able to sleep after the fallout, she’d snuck out of the Dojo in the middle of the night and gone on a walk. It wasn’t something she realized was dumb in hindsight, she’d been fully aware even as she was doing it that what she was doing was a bad idea.

Point 1: This certainly wasn’t the first time she’d been out at night, but every other time before Yang had been with her. If anything/one were to attack her now, she’d be on her own.

Point 2: She hadn’t wanted to bother with the questions Yang or Master Yo would ask if she’d woken either of them up to say she was going out (or, likely in Master Yo’s case, the blunt no and go back to bed), so she just hadn’t. As such, if something did happen to her, no one would know.

Point 3: Even if nothing happened and she got back to the Dojo just fine, if Master Yo ever found out what she’d done she would be in so much trouble.

She ignored all three of those very good points, and went out anyway. She liked walking around at night. She always had. And if there was a chance something was going to make her feel better, by Foo she was going to take it.

It was going well, all things considered. It wasn’t making her feel better per se, but there was something pleasantly mind-clearing about being in familiar spaces while everything was quiet and peaceful and empty.

She heard something rustling in an alleyway as she moved through town. She hadn’t paid it much attention at first; probably a cat or raccoon or something. She walked past and didn’t investigate. But when she looped back later (because she wasn’t actually walking anywhere in particular, she was just walking, so she doubled back and forth as she saw fit), she could still hear the same rustling. She abruptly wondered if something had gotten caught in something else and was stuck. Her heart hurt a little bit picturing some poor, defenseless creature trapped and all alone, so she headed down the alley to see if she could help.

It wasn’t a poor, defenseless creature trapped and all alone, because why would anything ever be that clean cut or simple? It was probably the last person she wanted to see, rummaging through dumpsters trying to find something to eat.

She looked at Yuck. For a minute, he looked back at her. What looked to be a stale pizza crust dangled from his mouth. Then his face scrunched, brow furrowing, and opening his mouth a bit wider he dragged the crust in with his tongue. He chewed maybe twice before swallowing thickly.

“Whaddya you want?” he spat, Woo Foo flaring around his hands.

Yin glared back at him, her hands lighting up as well. She was honestly not in the mood for a fight right then, even if it would mean having a chance to kick the butt of the jerk who’d smashed her heart on the ground. But she didn’t think “I’m not feeling it right now, leave me alone,” would cut it with Yuck.

“I’m walking,” she spat back. “I don’t ‘want’ anything, especially from you.”

“Aw, what? You still sore about before?” he sneered. “Get over it! You started it!”

Hm, her desire for a fight was rising. “I’m sorry – what?! How’d you get there?”

“Uh, you and your dumb brother killed me? When you reabsorbed your bad traits?”

Ooh, well that was an uncomfortable way to hear that phrased…

“You were attacking us!” she countered. “And we needed our bad traits back! And you didn’t actually die, you’re right here?!”

“I didn’t have a body or a heartbeat, that’s pretty dead to me!”

She was about to come back with something (she wasn’t entirely sure what, but her honor and burning desire to not feel guilt over her actions against a complete jerk demanded she try anyway), when all of a sudden Yuck faltered. He wobbled where he stood, and the Woo Foo encompassing his hands flickered.

She raised an eyebrow, hands lowering a little. “Well you look like you’re doing good.”

“Still recovering from when you when you drained me,” he grunted, Woo Foo still sputtering. “I can still— still kick your butt, though—”

“I kinda doubt that,” she said, letting her hands drop fully and her own Woo Foo extinguish. Her already shaky will to fight had just died. She wasn’t particularly interested in getting retribution for what he did, she realized. She never had been. She mostly just wanted to stop feeling so crummy about it and not have to think about it anymore.

Yuck didn’t take kindly to this. “You don’t think I could beat you like this?! You think you’re enough to win in a fight against me all by yourself?! It took both you and your brother to beat me before, and even then it was just barely—”

“I’m gonna go play mini-golf,” she said suddenly, decisively. “If you wanna come and keep blowing up that’s fine. Just don’t get me caught.”

Yuck blinked and went quiet. When he did say anything more after a few seconds, Yin turned and walked away, not caring if he followed her or not. She was halfway to the mini-golf course when she heard a voice behind her say, “You know that place isn’t open right now, right?”

“Gee no duh,” she threw over her shoulder (though she was admittedly surprised he’d actually bothered to follow her). “It’s like one in the morning.”

“So… you’re gonna break in? Willingly? Doesn’t that kinda go against your whole… everything?”

She stopped, turned to face him, hands on her hips. “I’m not going in to do anything bad like vandalize the place or steal anything. I’m just gonna go play a few holes. There’s nothing wrong with that.” She turned back around and kept walking.

This wasn’t wholly true, and she knew it. She was about to break into somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, and while she didn’t mean any harm it certainly wasn’t right. But the thing was, she found she really didn’t care. Her emotions had been in a total knot for a while now, and for whatever reason it made the notion of doing something completely reckless and just a little bad sound like the best thing in the world.

They got to the course, and since really the only thing keeping the public out was a locked fence, it was easy enough to get in. She just levitated over it (Yuck scurried up and over in a way that reminded her of a feral, potentially rabid squirrel). The golf clubs were a bit trickier to get to, given they were all locked in a locker, but it turns out she had the ability to Transfoomate something unlocked. She selected her club, grabbed a few golf balls, then headed out to the course, still mostly ignoring Yuck.

She wasn’t surprised when Yuck appeared next to her with his own club and ball, not exactly but it still hadn’t been what she’d been expecting him to do. Maybe it should have been, considering he’d compliantly followed her all the way here, but still.

They played back and forth in silence for a while. Yin was actually starting to fall into the trap of relaxing when Yuck asked, “There a reason you picked this mini-golf course?”

Yin’s face twisted, but she didn’t look up from her tee. This was where her and “Brett” had gone on their first date. She hadn’t forgotten; she’d been trying to ignore it.

“It’s the only mini-golf course in town?” she supplied, putting a little harder than she meant to. Darn. That’d cost her. “And it was close by when I decided I was sick of walking?”

“Why were you out walking?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Why were you out in a dumpster?”

“I was hungry.”

Yin huffed, crossing her arms. “And you have to go through the dumpster for that? Aren’t you with the Night Master now? Doesn’t he feed his minions?”

“I’m not like… ‘with’ him full-time. S’not like we have a contract or anything, I mean. I can do whatever I want.”

She tilted her head now. “He gave you a whole robotic suit to get a new body with, how did he not lock you is as ‘full-time’ for that?”

He shuffled his feet agitatedly. “I’m on call, technically, but like. I’m still a free agent. I didn’t go begging for a job as soon as he found me, I’m not making that mistake twice.”

Yin blinked. She’d meant more “why didn’t the master of evil demand your eternal soul for apparently bringing you back from the dead or whatever it was he’d done,” but Yuck had apparently taken it as “why didn’t you accept the job opportunity.” Combining it with the “not making that mistake twice” comment made his reaction… interesting.

Yuck teed up, but right as he was about to swing, he paused. He slowly lowered his club, staring off into the distance. Just as she was about to ask what the holdup was, he suddenly said, “I bet I can hit that purple thing from here.”

Yin followed his gaze. The “purple thing” in question was a statuette of a hippo further down the course. She turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “The point of the game is to try to get the ball into the little hole? Not hit stuff.”

Yuck grunted, adjusting his stance to aim towards the hippo and squinting in concentration. “Yeah, well, I’m bored of hitting the dumb ball into the dumb hole. I wanna hit the purple thing.”

He swung hard, the ball making a high-pitched tok! as the club hit it. Yin watched it sail through the air into the distance, and shortly after there was indeed a secondary tok! as it hit the hippo.

“Bullseye!” Yuck cheered, pumping his fist.

Yin rolled her eyes. It was a little unnerving how strong she could see her and Yang’s traits in Yuck (presently it was just Yang, but still). As she was rolling them, though, she caught sight of the windmill at the far end of the course.

“That was an easy shot,” she said, drawing his (now indignant) attention. “Check this out.” She lined up her shot, called out a hearty “fore!” (no one was around, there wasn’t really a point in bothering to be too quiet), and swung her club as hard as she could. The ball was launched, and seconds later there was a distant sound of it hitting the windmill. She turned back to him smugly.

To her amusement, he looked to be somewhere between surprised and grudgingly impressed. “Not bad,” he mumbled. His gaze darted over her shoulder. “Okay, double or nothing: I bet I can get my next ball over the fence and across the street from here.”

A while later and their golf game had been mostly forgotten. They’d instead taken to selecting random targets and smacking balls in their direction. Yin succeeded in smacking her ball through the center of the ‘o’ in the ‘Mini-Golf’ sign, and gave a loud cheer.

“I wish Yang could’ve seen that!” she said, grinning. As Yuck gave her a strange look, she raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Do you two even actually like each other?” he asked, which caught her off guard. “I mean… one second you’re trying to tear each other’s ears off the next you’re getting all defensive over each other. I mean… what gives?”

“Uh… we’re brother and sister? It’s kinda what we do?” She snorted. “‘Do we actually even—’ Of course I like my brother.” She paused. “I mean. Usually. Most of the time. I always love him, though.”

Yuck’s face was bizarrely neutral. “And he actually likes you?”

“Um, yeah? He’ll tell you he doesn’t of course, but I’ve got him on record saying he does, so there’s that.” She rolled her eyes. “Heck, you were there one of the times he admitted to it.”

“What’s that like?” he asked, sounding suddenly – almost childishly – grumpy.

She tilted her head. “What’s what like?”

“Being liked.”

She stared at him for a second. Something churned inside her.

“I did like you, y’know,” she finally said. Her voice sounded much harder than she’d meant it too, but she quickly decided she didn’t really care. “I’d had fun with you, even.” Then, before she could stop herself, and faster than she intended, “If you’d just been honest with me, I probably would’ve been okay with it. I probably would’ve helped.”

He seemed momentarily taken aback, but then his face fell back into muted, sullen anger. “No you wouldn’t of,” he said. “You didn’t like me. You liked Brett.”

“You were Brett,” Yin insisted, brow creasing, grip tightening around the club still in her hands. “You acted more – I dunno – cool? But everything else – how you joke, show off, how you walk – it’s the same. I’ve been noticing it all night. It— it really—”

Do not start crying in front of him. Do not cry. Do not let him know how much it still hurts.

“I liked you before that even,” she said, desperate to move away from the subject of Brett. “When you first showed up. I liked you plenty right up until you started attacking me and Yang.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz you had to,” he shot back. “‘No bad traits,’ you liked everything.”

“I was liking you now,” she said forcefully, challengingly. She realized her mistake a second too late.

Before she had time to ruminate or regret it too much, he snarled back, “I was liking you too!”

(Well, at least she wasn’t the only one oversharing tonight.)

His face fell. He didn’t look angry anymore; he looked horrified and lost and… and scared. His arms (hand also still gripping his club) fell limply to his sides, and for a moment he just looked at her.

“I—” he started, “I-I mean— I—”

Maybe it was just because Yin was up way past her bedtime and wasn’t thinking clearly. Maybe it was one of those sweeping, “heat of the moment” –emotional things she always read about. She wasn’t entirely sure. But before Yuck could attempt to explain what he’d purportedly meant, she leaned over and prevented him from doing so by covering his mouth with hers.

She kind of expected Yuck to push her away. He didn’t. He tensed, but that was about it.

She pulled back after a second or two. This was only her second kiss, so truthfully she wasn’t entirely sure how it was supposed to go. She suspected Yuck wasn’t supposed to still be looking so lost and scared though. Or starting to shake like he was.

Something was building in her chest, bubbling up her throat, and then suddenly she hiccupped. And her eyes started stinging. And then she was shaking too.

Everything still kind of hurt… was that normal? Shouldn’t she feel better now?

Yuck’s face crumpled, and his breathing got choppy. It was weird to realize, but she’d never actually categorized Yuck as someone her age in her head. Like, she knew he was, but he’d been classified as a villain before he’d been classified as a kid.

He looked like a kid now. He looked like a kid who was scared and hurt and confused and needed someone to give him a hug and tell him everything would be okay.

Yin hiccupped again, distantly aware that her face was now wet, and wrapped both arms around his neck. She wasn’t entirely surprised when his arms locked around her waist like he’d float off without her, or when his face went into her neck.

“Sorry,” he blurted, and both their shoulders were shaking at this point. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t’ve –l-lied to you or hurt you n’d I’m sorry.”

“M-m’sorry we killed you,” she half-wailed back.

She couldn’t have said whether the sound he made was a laugh or a sob if someone had held a gun to her head. “S’okay, I woulda too.”

They stayed like that for a while. By the time she made it back to the Dojo, she was utterly exhausted. But, she supposed, she’d also managed to fill up the hole that had been eating its way through her heart. So she supposed she’d do it all again, if given the choice.

(Particularly since she was in a relationship again. And it was a real one that counted this time, too. Yay!)

*****

There were a couple slight problems that came with dating Yuck. Their names were ‘Yang’ and ‘Master Yo.’ Yang could deny it all he wanted (and hoo baby would he try), but Yin knew that deep down he was kind of protective. Kind of violently protective. And the last time he’d seen Yuck, he’d stated in no uncertain terms that he would, quote, “break him into parts, whether he’s in a robot suit or not.” While Yin appreciated the sentiment, she was kind of firmly of the preference that Yuck stay in one piece now. And since Yang was Yang, the odds of convincing him that everything was okay now without forcibly beating it into him in were slim to none.

With Master Yo she foresaw as doing something similar, but honestly with him she was more worried about him just plain ordering her not to see Yuck anymore, either for her well-being or “the Woo Foo scrolls say to never date your enemy something-something blah blah blah.” And because he was in charge, it meant that she’d be constantly at risk of getting in trouble when she inevitably disobeyed him. If he didn’t know, he couldn’t stop her.

(There was also the fact that Yuck was formerly a villain, and she was a Woo Foo Knight trying to uphold good. As far as she knew, Yuck wasn’t particularly well known to the general public by the time they’d started dating, but regardless, word getting out about them wouldn’t do either of their reputations any good. Best to keep it under wraps for now.)

Sneaking around from date to date was by no means a permanent solution to this problem; she knew she’d have to find a way to break it too them at some point. But for the moment she couldn’t bring herself to deal with it. She was enjoying Yuck’s company too much to complicate things with other people’s opinions or interference.

The park was a pretty spot for a date in general, but the major draw for her and Yuck was the trail that led off to an almost completely ignored and forgotten bench, blocked from view of the rest of the park by a small grove of trees.

It wasn’t super secluded, all things considered; in fact they’d had people walk up on them during prior dates. But there was also enough nearby foliage where one or both of them could dive into the brush and out of sight if anyone got too close. The trick was keeping a constant ear out for people who might be approaching.

When they were far enough down the trail, Yuck transfoomated himself back to normal, at which point they linked hands. They continued walking to their spot, talking about nothing in particular, and then they got there. And then Yin’s mental thought process shut down.

There were people already at the bench.

Not that big of an issue, they seemed pretty distracted, there was still time to duck out of sight and go somewhere else.

They were pretty distracted because they were making out.

Awkward, but nothing too weird. Her and Yuck could probably turn it into a joke later.

One of the people making out was Master Yo.

Undeniably something that would haunt her dreams later, but she suspected with enough therapy she’d be able to move on with her life.

The other person—

The other person was—

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Master Yo – her mentor, her very, very old mentor – was sitting in the park, making out – theywereusingtheirtonguestheywereusingtheirtonguesabortabortABORT – with the Night. Master.

…and the award for most mind-meltingly horrible image she’d ever had the displeasure of getting seared across her brain goes to…!

Her basket slid from her now limp grip, making a soft noise as it hit the ground. The Night Master’s ear flicked, and he peeped an eye open to what the source of the sound had been. Seeing them, he made as strangled sound of alarm, both eyes flying open, and began frantically pushing Master Yo off of him.

Master Yo, startled, looked behind him to see what had caused the sudden panic. Yin and him locked gazes with each other. His eyes went immediately wide with horror, and he hastily retreated from the bat sitting next to him (who incidentally now seemed very resolute in studying the woodgrain of the bench).

Yin continued to stare, eyes wide and uncomprehending, before she took a deep, steadying breath inward.

“Yuck, catch me,” she said.

Yuck turned to her, confused. “Um… ‘catch y—‘? Holy—!”

Yin’s knees gave out from under her, and she only just narrowly avoided hitting the ground through Yuck’s frantic flailing.

“This isn’t real,” she said calmly from Yuck’s arms. “I’m having a vivid hallucination, and when I close my eyes and count backward from ten, it’ll be gone.”

“I admire your optimism,” the Night Master snarked, not looking up, “but you aren’t that lucky.”

Oh, she wished he hadn’t talked. Hearing him talk made the whole thing seem so unbearably real, and having to acknowledge it as real was making her fight-or-flight response kick in.

“What, exactly,” she asked as evenly as she could, fighting the instinct to either run off screaming or beat a bat’s face into soup, “is going on here?”

Master Yo’s eyes flicked to Yuck, then back to her. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could manage she heard herself blurt, “Since when do you like guys?”

The horror and humiliation previously branded across his face took a small recess, and then he just looked indignant. “Since when do you like—?” he grumbled and gestured agitatedly at Yuck.

(Yuck, for his part, looked increasingly awkward, and seemed to be avoiding eye-contact with the Night Master at all cost. Yin sympathized, but at least Yuck didn’t live with him.)

“Since we started talking,” Yin snapped defensively, pushing herself out of Yuck’s arms.

“Uh-huh. And how did you two start ‘talking,’ exactly?” Master Yo asked suspiciously.

“Wh—” An incredulous pause. “No. Absolutely not. You are not going to give me a lecture or ask me questions when you’re the one out here playing tonsil hockey with the stinkin’ Night Master!!”

Master Yo flinched. The Night Master sank into the bench, the red marks framing his eyes almost lost amongst his mortified flushing.

“How are you even out here?” Yin demanded, staring at him. “Aren’t you supposed to not be able to go out into the light?”

The Night Master glanced at her, then huffed. “I can manage if I take certain steps beforehand, keep to the shade,” he gestured at the trees at their backs, “and don’t stay out too long.” Looking away and sinking still further into the bench, he added miserably, “Since it’s a special occasion I decided to put in the effort.”

Special occ—? Oh. With all the trauma, Yin had actually forgotten the reason her and Yuck were out here themselves. But that meant…

“He’s your Love’em Day date?!” she balked at Master Yo.

Once more looking indignant, Master Yo gestured at Yuck again. “He’s yours?”

“Hey, you wanna go Gramps?” Yuck demanded, apparently managing to break out of his shell of awkwardness with a little help from Annoyance and Desire For Wanton Violence.

Master Yo looked less than impressed, but rather than respond, he took a deep breath.

“Look: let’s just take a minute here and acknowledge we’ve both crossed the same line—”

“You’re farther over it,” the Night Master pointed out sullenly.

Master Yo turned to him sharply. “Whose side are you on?”

The Night Master gave him an incredulous look before tapping his chin exaggeratedly in mock-thought. “Well huh, I’m essentially the avatar for all that’s evil in the world, and you’re duty-bound to disband all forms of it. So if I had to wager a guess I’d say: not yours.”

Master Yo rolled his eyes to stare up at the sky imploringly.

Yin put her head in her hands and tried to take calming breathes. “How did this happen?” she eventually managed to grind out.

Master Yo and the Night Master exchanged brief looks. “I technically asked you first,” Master Yo said.

Yuck looked ready to move to the defensive, but Yin softly touched his shoulder to stop him. “We met up by accident, argued a bit, ended up hanging out, apologized for what we did to each other, and now we’re dating,” she supplied, tone clipped.

“And the fact that you already dated once and he was using you to get a new body?” Master Yo asked, throwing a hard look at Yuck.

“He only needed a new body because me and Yang destroyed his first one, and we covered both those things when we apologized. Now you guys.”

Once again, the two masters shared a look before Master Yo looked back to them. “We— uh… ’texted’? the wrong number, started talking, accidentally liked each other. Now we’re…” he paused, glancing back to the Night Master questioningly. She didn’t know what kind of telepathic conversation they had, but when Master Yo looked back to them he finished, “now we’re together.”

“And the fact that he’s plotting to blot out the suns and kill all of us?”

“I’ve revised that plan, actually,” the Night Master interjected. “Not the ‘blotting out the suns’ bit, that still stands, but the ‘killing all of you’ part.”

Yin crossed her arms. “Revised it to what? Instead of killing all of us, you’ll just kill me and Yang?”

The Night Master made a face. “Are you kidding? I’d never hear the end of it. He’d probably break things off just to spite me.” (Master Yo was giving him the ‘you’d be lucky if that’s all I did’ –look he sometimes gave her and Yang; the Night Master ignored him, looking only mildly annoyed.) “Anyway, really all I have to do is keep you three captive until after I’ve blotted out the suns and established my armies in enough of the world where I’ll be able crush any rebellions that happen to crop up. After that there won’t be much you could do to stop me, so you’ll be free to go.”

“…that’s all, huh? You’ll just let us go? No paranoia that we’ll strike back at you at a later time or anything?”

“None at all,” the Night Master said confidently.

Yin noticed Master Yo shifting uncomfortably, so she turned her attention to him. “We, uh. Kinda made a deal.”

“You what.”

“If he manages to actually take over the world, we won’t take it back from him—”

“We WHAT.”

“And if you manage to defeat me when I finally make my move,” the Night Master continued calmly, “I won’t attempt to do so again.”

Yin paused. “You expect us to believe that?”

The Night Master shifted, sitting up slightly, and then to her complete surprise he leaned over to press into Master Yo. “He does.”

“…and… you’re okay with that? Not getting to try to take over the world anymore?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really intend to lose, so I don’t see why not.” Before Yin could respond, he turned to looked at Yuck, eyes narrowed. “And if you wouldn’t mind perhaps giving me some kind of definitive sign as to whose side you’re actually on, that would be great, thanks.”

Yin glared, moving to stand in front of Yuck instinctually. Unnecessary, maybe, considering it was Yuck, but she didn’t particularly care.

“…How come you didn’t tell me?”

Yin looked back to Master Yo, who was glancing between her and Yuck. He looked…

…huh. He looked a little sad, honestly.

“…how come you didn’t tell me or Yang?” she asked back.

Master Yo hesitated a second, then sighed. “Lots of reasons,” he admitted. “Mostly didn’t think you’d agree with it or understand.”

She glanced back at the Night Master. “…a fair concern.” She then looked down to her feet as she shuffled them. “Same here, I guess.”

Master Yo nodded. “…have you told Yang?”

Yin looked up. “Are you kidding? He’d freak.”

Master Yo looked like he might try to debate that point, then nodded again decisively. “Yeah. He’s pretty much gonna hit the roof when he finds out.”

“He’s gonna hit it harder for you. You’re dating the Night Master.”

“Uh, no, guess again. I’m just his grumpy old master. You’re his sister.”

“…aw pellets.”

Master Yo offered her a weak smile. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Yin considered this, then sighed. “Yeah, alright.”

Master Yo’s smile became a little stronger before vanishing completely as he gave Yuck a stern look.

“Don’t you dare hurt her again,” he said, and Yin was a little taken aback to hear an actual note of menace in his voice. It was… oddly sweet, in a way. He wasn’t usually this candidly protective. Granted she wasn’t entirely thrilled that he was indirectly threatening a person she really cared about and was dating, but she supposed she could appreciate the sentiment.

That said, if he was gonna threaten her date…

Snapping on her heel to face the Night Master, she fixed him with a glare that promised bloodshed. “If you do anything to hurt my master, or try to betray him or— or anything, so help me I will stuff a closet with every high-powered flashlight I can find, turn them all on max, lock you in there, and forget about you.”

(She was exhilarated to note the bat seemed decidedly apprehensive about her threat. And though she didn’t notice, Yuck now stared at her starry-eyed.)

Master Yo suddenly coughed. “So, uh… are we gonna have to fight you for this spot now, or…?”

As Yin shuddered, Yuck stepped forward and said essentially what she was thinking. “Yeah, no, we’ll go find somewhere else. This spot is tainted now.”

Master Yo pursed his lips. “What’s that supposed to—?”

“TAINTED,” Yin and Yuck both asserted in unison.

“Alright, fine, ‘tainted’!” Master Yo said, throwing up his hands. “You two gonna get outta here or what then?”

“Believe me, we’re gone,” Yin said, taking Yuck’s hand and pulling him back up the path (he swiped her basket off the ground as they went).

Pausing for a split second’s consideration, Yin threw a “Happy Love’em Day!” behind her as she moved.

“Keep your clothes on,” Yuck advised over his shoulder.

Yin shuddered again in complete revulsion, but also couldn’t hold back a laugh at the scandalized and embarrassed exclamations Master Yo and the Night Master threw at their backs.

*****

Yang heard the door open and close. He briefly checked over his shoulder to see who had come home, and his sister came skipping into view.

“Yeesh, that took a while,” he said. “How many cards did you have, anyway?”

“A lot,” she said happily. Hopping over the opposite armrest, she plopped down beside him on the couch, sighing contentedly. “I love Love’em Day…”

Yang rolled his eyes. “Speak for yourself.” Now back to focusing on his game, he nudged the now nearly-empty box of chocolates towards her with his foot. “There’s some coconut left in here if you want ‘em.”

“Don’t mind if I do!” she said cheerfully. Her attitude quickly dropped once she actually opened the box.

“Ewww, Yang! You bit into all of these!”

“Duh. How do you think I found out they were coconut?”

“There’s a guide on the lid of the box, you dope.”

“What?” Yang’s character stuttered to a stop in the game (he was just dungeon crawling right now, so his attention wasn’t life-or-death) as he turned to look at what his sister indicating. “Since when?”

“Uh, since forever.”

Yang stared at the printed guide that was indeed on the lid of the chocolate box before groaning. “Aw, pellets! Do you know how much time that woulda saved me??”

He heard Yin laugh, which threw him off guard. Honestly, he’d been expecting a snappy comeback.

(He should’ve known it was a trap.)

Yin’s arms were suddenly wrapped around his neck, and he refused to be held accountable for the noise of displeasure he made.

“Happy Love’em Day, Yang.”

He made an effort to dislodge himself. No such luck. “If I say it back, will you let go??”

“Mm-hm!”

“Ugh, fine: Happy Love’em Day, Yin.”

She released her grip, beaming at him. “Thank you!”

He grumbled something back, focus back on his game. Yin bounced out her seat and headed out of the room, off to do whatever—

Oh— wait—!

“Coop!” Yang blurted.

Yin jumped. “Where?!”

“No, I mean—! Have you seen him today?”

Yin relaxed. Aw pellets, he hadn’t meant it so sound like a legitimate question!

“No,” she said, then tilted her head to the side. “I’m honestly kinda surprised? Usually he would’ve bothered me at least once by now… I would’ve thought he’d have dialed that up to 90 considering what holiday it is.”

Yang sagged, his big opportunity blown. For a whole year, and wasn’t that just depressing?

“Maybe he’s outta town,” he offered disinterestedly.

Yin scoffed, moving towards the kitchen. “Yeah, well, ‘outta town’ can keep him.” As Yang snorted a little, she asked, “Was there any leftover spaghetti left?”

“Yeah, it was delicious.”

Yin groaned.

“Eh, Master Yo’s gotta call it a day and stop striking out with women eventually, right? Bug him to make us some dinner when he gets home.”

Yin suddenly offered a very strained, high-pitched laugh, babbling something to the effect of “yeah, striking out… all those women…”

Yang ignored her. He was coming up on his next boss. If she wanted to be weird, that was her call.

*****

“…listen to me, this is important. Where is he?!”

Flaviour huffed, spinning on his heel and turning his back to the mantle he’d been in the process of dusting. “I told you: I don’t knooow. One minute he’s here being all—” he made a sound that was both the approximation of a menacing growl and a haughty huff all at once, with a sweeping gesture to match, “—and then next thing I know he says he’s going out and – poof! – gone.”

“I thought the whole point of being in hiding was that he didn’t ‘go out’?!”

“You would think, wouldn’t you?” With another huff, Flaviour turned back to what he’d been doing. “He never tells me anything, you know, not unless it’s ‘Flaviour, go clean that,’ or, ‘Flaviour, go sew this,’ and does he ever say ‘thank you’?” He clicked his tongue. “You know, I don’t know anyone else who’d put up with what I do from him, where would he be without Flaviour? All alone, that’s where, with no one to talk to him, or listen to his silly plans, or put up with his drab taste in— eugh!!”

He’d been forcefully spun around, and was now being held off the ground by the front of his shirt.

“This is an original Louis Vitatooie!!” he squealed, clutching at the hands holding him aloft in a futile attempt to take his weight off the shirt. “You’re going to rip it!!”

“Listen. To. Me.”

Having a highly expensive and fashionable shirt on the line, Flaviour did.

“Someone who I’ve seen working with him is fraternizing with the enemy. No, not just fraternizing, he’s— h-he’s—” labored, furious breaths, “dating her!!”

Flaviour was abruptly dropped to the floor. His shirt was safe now, at least (though by this point it was hideously wrinkled).

“I need you to have him contact me immediately once he gets back. He’s got a traitor on his hands, and that traitor is – baaawww – that traitor is – baaww-buhkawww – moving in – buhkaw – on my Yin!!”

Flaviour watched, irritated, as Coop turned on his heel and stalked out of the lair. Once he heard the door slam, he took the opportunity to blow a raspberry in its direction before hefting himself back onto his feet. He observed the damage done to his shirt with poisonous disdain and a tragic sense of loss. He’d have to change, now, and he’d looked so good in this shirt…

He made a mental note to demand some form of workers compensation before mentioning the chicken’s ravings about an alleged “traitor.”

*****

[A/N:] So this fic is 100% dedicated to @yuckisalesbian and was based entirely off of this AU she came up with. I would’ve put the dedication at the beginning, but I didn’t want to spoil what was going to happen.

This was a lot of fun to write, though as usual I see flaws everywhere. I have lots more ideas with where to go with this, and if I get the chance I’d like to add more to it.

Anyway, happy (belated, by this point) Valentines Day!

#yin yang yo #yyy #I speak #did the show ever establish an equivalent for Valentines Day?#I couldn't remember so I just made one up

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