#hopefully with the holidays wrapping up things will calm down...

[fortune-cat]

sorry for not posting in a while ive been swamped with responsibility and got sick hehe oopies!! <3

[latenightdaydreams]

Thinking about werewolf König. Maybe you're new to town, and he's just like, yep, that one's mine.

WereWolf!König x New!Girl

MDNI🔞

Part 2

Master List✍🏽

>cw:fem/afab, werewolf, forceful, oral, p in v, knotty

1.9k word count

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König has lived in the same town for the last twenty years. He knows everyone by name and smell, blending in seamlessly, he appears as if he is like any other human. Living in such a small town has made it easier to hide away from others. However, today when one his weekly grocery run to the local store; a sweet smell lingers in the air.

He swallows hard and tries to act casual as his eye darts everywhere trying to pinpoint the new smell. As he enters the store, the smell seems to only grow stronger, nearly making a growl slip from his chest. That’s when his pale blue eyes lock on to you; a bright smiling face standing behind the cash register. It takes everything in him to control his primal side that is crying out to just take you now.

König averts his gaze and just continues to shop as he normally would. No matter how hard he may try, he cannot escape your smell that fills his nostrils. You’re already consuming him completely and he doesn’t even know your name. Once his things are gathered, he approaches the register, feeling as if he’s stalking prey.

“König!” The voice of the store owner interrupts his thoughts. 

“Hey, Frank.” König tries his best to maintain a calm demeanor with you so close.

“It’s good to see you!” Frank holds his hand out to shake with König. He looks over his shoulder to you at the counter. “The new cashier is my wife’s niece. She’s new so be nice.” He nudges König playfully.”

König smiles and nods while his eyes shift back to you. You’re not paying attention to them as you help the next customer in line. The way you move is hypnotic, making it difficult for him to even remain in this conversation.

“Don’t worry about me, Frank. I’ll be nice.” So nice.

Frank chuckles and nods, “Well, I have to go help unload a truck. It was good to see you.”

König nods and watches Frank walk away before turning his gaze back to you. He stands in line behind a mother and child. The closer he gets the more intoxicating it all is. All he can envision is having you under him as he buries his face into your neck, claiming you as his mate.

“Hello!” You greet him as he walks up in line, placing his items down for you to scan.

“Hallo, I’m König. I’m friends with your uncle.”

“Oh! It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” You smile at him, noticing how intense his blue eyes seem to be.

“Beautiful name. How long are you staying?”

“Oh, I don’t know yet. Maybe until the new year?”

That’s not enough. The holidays are only a few months away, he couldn’t possibly find and lose his mate in only a matter of a few months. Instantly, his mind begins to speed run ideas on how to get you to stay here, stay with him.

“Well, it is a lovely area. Hopefully you fall in love.” König smiles at you, allowing his eyes to drift down to your body in that apron wrapped tightly around your curvy form. “Are you staying with Frank?”

“Yeah, I am. I couldn’t find anything to rent, only buy.”

“Ja, there isn’t much real estate around here.” He chuckles as he watches you bag his items.

König reaches into his pocket and grabs his wallet, getting cash out and handing it to you. Your much smaller cold hands caress his rough warm hands. The way you feel so impossibly soft only tempts him even more. There is no way he can let you go, you’re his.

“It was nice to meet you, y/n. I hope to see you around.”

“Thanks.” You say back in a cheery tone, fidgeting with your hair slightly as you lock eyes with him.

As König turns to walk out of the store he takes one more deep breath, wishing to savor this scent forever. With a sting in his heart, he walks away from you and leaves back to his car. For a moment he lingers, deciding what to do before pulling away and driving home.

The rest of your shift goes on as normal, nothing really eventful happening. It’s your second day on the job and everyone that you’ve met has been extremely kind. Your uncle Frank leaves you to close up by yourself, he knows that you’re responsible enough to handle that. By the time the store closes the sun has set.

You grab your bag from the locker in the back before leaving with the store key in hand. As you leave, you lock the door and turn to walk towards your car. Your eyes are drawn to the clear night sky. The moon is bright and illuminating the sky as the stars shimmer brightly; it’s such a beautiful calm night. Then you hear a twig snap.

You freeze, looking out into the darkness towards the trees. Being a city dweller, the darkness can be incredibly intimidating to you. Uncle Frank promised you that any deadly animal has been hunted out by previous generations, so if anything, it’s probably a raccoon. Right?

Not wanting to stick around to find out, you walk forward quickly with your car key in your hands and ready to get in. The second you turn the corner of the small building your eyes lock onto glowing yellow eyes. You freeze as your mind attempts to make sense of what it’s seeing. A low growl emanates from the creature triggering your fight or flight.

Quick on your feet, you run forward towards your car. That’s when the creature took off too, directing itself right at you. A scream leaves you as adrenaline crashes over your body, unable to remain calm.

König can’t help himself as he charges at you. His claws grab onto the fabric of your purse as you open your door. He throws you off balance, causing you to fall into your passenger seat on your knees. Another low growl leaves him as he wraps his hands around your waist holding you there.

You flail and scream at first until you realize that you aren’t being attacked. Not only that, but the hands are hands not paws. Is this a wolf? Or a sick joke?

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whisper, hoping whatever it is will understand.

König understands, and he isn’t going to. Not intentionally at least. He presses his cold snout into the crook of your neck and takes a deep inhale, letting his tongue slip out and lick your soft flesh. The smell of arousal hits his nose; you’re actually enjoying this.

He pulls back and begins to pull at your pants, not caring that his sharp claws tear and rip the fabric as he does so. There is only one thing on his mind and he needs it. Only surprised and panicked sounds leave you, yet you aren’t doing much to stop him. He wonders if you know that you belong to him, if you can feel it too.

You feel the night's cold air breeze across your bare bottom as he tears your bottoms off completely. Looking over your shoulder you finally get a good look at the creature. The realization makes you feel as if you’re going to faint, this can’t truly be happening. This man…wolf? The word werewolf of course comes to mind but that just seems too ridiculous.

König sniffs down your body, leaving chills in his wake as his cold nose presses against different parts of your body. He pushes you forward and he drops his face lower towards your supple ass and wet pussy. Eagerly, he presses his nose between your legs. You let out a loud gasp as he continues to breathe you in deeply. His tongue comes out and laps across your core, tasting you.

Your fingers dig into the cushion of your passenger seat as your legs shake from the feeling of his tongue. His hands grab on to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to give himself more room. You can feel his tongue slip into your entrance and wiggle around as your eyes close tightly. It feels wrong, but you can’t help but to give into how amazing it is.

When he pulls back there is a small line of spit connecting the tip of his tongue to you still. He goes back in for a few more tastes before mounting you. His hands press on your middle back, forcing you to arch your back more as his massive and erect cock desperately seeks your cunt.

Once König feels himself lineup, he thrust forward into you. A low huff leaves him as he feels his cock bully itself past your tight walls. You wrap around him so perfectly that he can’t control himself. He pulls back and slams into you even harder this time, causing you to wince in pain from his 13 inch cock rams into your cervix wall. While he is aware you can’t take him, he sure as hell is going to try and fit himself in fully.

You cry out of a mixture of pain and ecstasy as his heavy furry balls slap against your puffy pussy. The sensation is almost too much causing your body to tense and tingles shoot in different directions. Pathetic little mewls leave you with every thrust. Not wanting to give into this pleasure, you try to pull yourself up only for him to slam you back against the seat.

“Stay.” König growls in a raspy voice.

Your walls flutter in an attempt to adjust to his size, but it’s impossible when he doesn’t allow you a moment of rest. His sharp claws begin to dig into your skin as he grows more eager to claim you. His build up is approaching as his knot swells.

The heavy weight of his body rests on yours and you can feel his cold nose brush up against your neck. One of his clawed hands pulls your head to the side to allow himself room to bite down on the sensitive flesh. You gasp, not expecting the feeling of his sharp canines sinking into you. König goes deep enough to leave a scar and so that you can’t try to move away from what is going to come next.

König thrust into you a few more times before holding on to your hips harder than before, not letting up the tension from his hips. His cock is shoved fully in you, making you lose your arch from the pain of being filled. You wiggle uncomfortably for a moment before you feel yourself almost tear. One of your legs kicks out as you clench down tightly on the new feeling. König moans, feeling you actually take all of him. His cock begins to throb, spilling all of his seed deep inside of you.

“It- it's too much!” You cry out but your pleas are useless, he can’t pull out. The pain from his teeth in your neck is basically nonexistent at this point. It feels like losing your virginity all over again.

König only hums in response and grinds into your once more. You respond by whimpering, getting your hint to just try to relax and take it. Tears form at the edge of your eyes and fall down. The sex was orgasmic, but this pain is absolutely terrible.

The next morning you wake up in your own bed, confused. The last thing you remember from last time was…well the sex. Was it truly all a dream? How did you even make it home? You pull the blankets off of yourself and move your legs to stand. That's when a shooting pain travels from your crotch traveling down your legs.

Fuck…

Part 2

[charlesf1leclerc]

Summary: summer break with Lando and his kids in Greece

Warnings: smut suggestions at the end, cute but annoying kids

It was currently the summer break for formula one , lando was free and finally you could have some much awaited family time with your husband and two daughters. You and Lando had gotten married young and as you were keen to start a family as you didn’t want to be a old mother ( not that you would of minded either way ) you and Lando got right to work if you know what I mean and now you have two little girls. Lennon who was 3 and Nora who was 14 months. You knew flying from monaco to Greece was not going to be an easy trip especially at the airport with such little kids but you were optimistic and couldn’t wait to have this holiday with your little family.

Your flight was at 11 am and it was currently 5am. Why were you up so early well you had two kids to get ready with only the help of an adult child. You had to get them dressed , hair done , make a snack for your toddler and feed your baby all while getting yourself and Lando ready, the car packed , kids in car and house locked. So currently Lando was in the shower while you made the bed and got all the last minute things packed into your suitcase. After these tasks were complete you walked into the bathroom to do your skincare, hair extra. Walking in Lando looked at you from the shower giving you a sleepy smile. You smiled back before going back to the vanity to wash your face , apply your serum, moistures and place your hair into a messy bun on top of your head by the time this was all finished Lando was out of the shower and a towel hung low by his waist. 5:33am-

Lando came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at you through the mirror. 

“ Excited love?” He asked

“ yeah, I’ll be calm when we get there it’s just getting on the plane with this nutcases” you laughed

“ Nora will sleep hopefully it’s just Lennon we have to worry about”

“ she’s a copy of you so you get all the blame for however she behaves “ you pointed at him accusingly

“ sure love” he kissed your check and just as he did so the loud cries of your youngest rang through the baby monitor

“ I’ll get it “ lando said and walked of 

The craziness starts now.

You had finally gotten everyone dressed and in the car ready to go by the time of 7:30 and now it was the trip to the airport your two girls in the back seat and away you went. It was quite around Monaco around this time as you made the drive from home to niece airport. You constantly were checking your bag to make sure you had all the right documents and everything to be able to board the plane smoothly.

“ you have it love, try not to stress” lando spoke putting his hand onto your leg rubbing it softly.

“ I know I just like to make sure” 

“ are you excited girls “ lando looked in the mirror back at the girls before looking at the road.

“ Yay daddy holiday” lemon yelled putting her hands up in the hair. She was all dressed for the hot weather in a cute little pink dress , white lace ups and glitter sunglasses she insisted on wearing.

“ yeah holidays bubs, we’re gonna go swimming and eat some yummy food” lando replied just as enthusiastically as his oldest daughter.

As soon as you landed you could be that excited too.

9:10 

“ Nora no” you yelled

You had made it past customs and into the airport and were now waiting for your plane to be ready for boarding in about an hour and a half and your speedy 14month old was already up and going crawling away from where the rest of you were sitting. 

You were now chasing down your youngest daughter running in the most embarrassing way. Oh how you loved travelling with kids. 

You had finally scooped her back up into your arms while she giggled and babbled away and walked back to where Lando and Lennon ( who was playing in her iPad were sat ). 

“ she’s getting faster and faster by the day” Lando laughed

“ She’s definitely your child the both are next time she runs off your hunting her down” 

You both just laughed it off. Almost there. 

11:15 You were now on the plane you and Lando sat next to each other Lennon in the window seat and Nora in a plane prepared bassinet as she was under the age of two. You were off and now you could relax for the next 4 hours before landing in Greece. Lennon had her iPad with a cartoon playing and Nora was fed and occupied in her bassinet as her dad pulled faces at her trying to make her giggle not cry 

“ I can’t wait to spend the next two weeks with you love” lando grabbed your hand and rested your conjoined hands on the arm rests

“ I know , just us and the girls it feels like forever since we’ve gotten away”

“ I know sweetheart I’m here now” 

You rested your head on his shoulder catching some sleep for the rest of the flight.

7pm

Finally you had arrived in Greece the girls were fed and in bed in their room in the hotel and now it was injustice you and Lando still awake. 

“ it’s beautiful here” you said as you leaned against the rails of the balcony and Lando came up behind you.

“ not as beautiful as you” 

“ oh please I’m a mess, plane hair, under eye bags”

“ no your still beautiful in my eyes , no matter what always beautiful” 

Week 1

On the first day you and the other three members of your family spent your day by the pool.  You were lounging on a lounge chair while Lando and the kids were in the pool. Both girls were enrolled in swimming classes but still it’s best to be safe so Lennon wore floaties around her arms and most of the time Nora stayed in Landos arms while he swam / walked around the pool. 

“Mummy look” Lennon yelled looking at you through her goggles as she put her head under and started kicking getting hardly anywhere. 

“ wow so good baby” you smiled 

Then going back to looking up to the sky as you sun bake. 

You were broken from your gaze by the padding of wet feet.

You looked up and saw Lando and Nora who he was placing in the bed beside you.

“ why don’t you go in love, the waters amazing”

“I’m good for now thanks”

“ are you sure” he asked with a smirk “ Lennon do you think mummy should come in the pool”

“ yes com, mummy come” 

“ Lando no!” Lando had the biggest smirk on his face as he picked you up bridal style and chucked you into the cold pool water. Lennon thought it was hilarious as did Lando.

“ lando norris I Will get you back for that later!” You screeched

“ oh I’m so scared “ he giggled back

Although the water was very nice and refreshing. 

You didn’t do to much for the rest of your holiday especially since you had the girls. You mostly stayed by the pool or went down to the beach, went out for dinner a couple of times of course the girls got food all of themselves as usual but you didn’t mind you had felt quite realxed and laid back now being on holiday and you never wanted it to end. On the last night Lando had rented boat to go out on with the girls you swam in the sea, you ate some food and danced and te girls sang it was the perfect summer holiday you never wanted to end.

Lando came up and wrapped his arms around you from behind 

“ you enjoyed it?”

“ yeah , wish this holiday would never end, we’ll miss you again”

“ I know but hey you can come to the next race with me”

“ hmm I’ll think about it for tonight let’s just enjoy ourselves”

“ whatever you say “ he said with a smirk and raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner

“ not like that” you slapped him in the chest

“ but why not”

“ listen norris we do not need anymore kids for a while “ you laughed turning back to sit with your daughter and enjoy your perfect little family.

[mrwinterr]

Die Happy (Eddie Munson Version)

Pairing: Ghost!Eddie Munson AU x Female Reader; hint of Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary: You summon a really friendly ghost. 👻

Warnings: Smut 18+ (consensual vibes all around, masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral? [female receiving]) and language. 🚫 Minors DO NOT interact. Dabbling into the occult (use of a Ouija board).

Disclaimer: I’m a spooky bitch, but I would NEVER mess with an Ouija board. This is an AU. The upside down and the events that happen in the series Stranger Things (2016) aren’t entirely canon here. 

Title Inspiration: “Die Happy” by Dreamers  

A/N: This is a re-imagine of my Ghost!Bucky Barnes AU from years ago, but I wanted to convert it to fit with our dear boy Eddie. It’s only altered to fit a different narrative, but the smut is still closely the same. The inspiration came from an erotic audio on Reddit, so I owe it to that. There was a part two in the works, so if this goes well, I’ll continue writing it for this AU. Enjoy!

You sat there on your small couch of the trailer you had just moved into about six months ago, staring at the unopened brown rectangular box placed on your coffee table, contemplating on unboxing it. A part of you was scared to touch it again because of its contents and the other part was bullying you to just rip it open and get this over with. This was your idea after all. This was your last resort. This was the package that would, hopefully, help you find the answers you were so desperately looking for.

What exactly were you trying to solve? 

Six months prior, you’d managed to save up enough money to move out of your parents’ home, away from a superficial city and into a small, quiet town. Albeit a trailer wasn’t your first option, it was something you could call your own. It was the most adult thing you’ve done in your life so far. Initially, you were excited because you would be able to decorate it the way you wanted for every holiday, host small gatherings with friends and maybe even bring someone home. However, you couldn’t exactly do most of that, not with all the strange things that have been happening and while you attempted to brush them off as mere coincidences, they were becoming almost too outstanding to ignore any longer. 

First, it was the air conditioning unit acting wonky. You kept the place at a reasonable and comfortable temperature, but you found yourself often sporting hoodies or wrapped up in blankets. Never mind the breeze that blew past you here and there, the technicians couldn’t find a single problem with the system and besides whenever you scheduled a visit for inspection, it was magically working just fine. 

Next, much like the AC unit, the electricity started to have a mind of its own. Before you could flip the light switch or press the button on your remote, it was always one step ahead of you. It was almost like you were living in a smart house, but instead of acting on voice command, it read your mind.

The most bizarre thing though, was things disappearing and reappearing. Small things like the morning paper would vanish from where you left it and if you couldn’t locate where you last left your keys, you never had to search too far because there they were. Maybe it was all in your head? 

The eeriest one of them all was the unexplained smell. There was a distinct yet alluring scent that would trail behind when you felt that breeze pass over. You couldn’t pinpoint what it exactly smelled like, a composition of something woody with amber undertones that suggested a sense of strength and warmth from its presence. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t any like your fragrances nor was it from the only person that visited you. It was a pleasant odor and almost a calming one to you.  

You didn’t want to believe it, but these weren’t just common occurrences - these were tall tale signs of a haunting. You came to the conclusion you were living with a ghost. The spirit wasn’t vengeful, that much you gathered since it didn’t make attempts to harm you in any way. If anything, it helped you out more than bothered you. Sure you could just either ignore these oddities or move out, but you’d worked too hard to get here and you weren’t going to let whatever entity run you out of your new home. Instead, curiosity won the best of you and you opted to take matters into your own hands.

Literally.

Pulling the Ouija board out from the box, you place it on the table and it seems to have a hold on you. How do you prepare yourself to summon a ghost? You don’t know how long you’d been staring but it was only when the sudden knock on your door does the spell break.

You get up and make the short distance to the front door and you’re briefly greeted by your close friend Steve. Your relationship with him was close to the point where you’re not even bothered that he just makes his way inside as if he lived here with you. He’s so busy rambling about something, probably about his latest shift at the video store he worked at, that he didn’t notice how uncharacteristically quiet you were being. 

“Whoa!” He exclaims, stopping in his tracks once he sees the Ouija board laid out. Its presence was enough to effectively cut his story short. “What are you doing with that?” He asks, pointing at the object and taking a few steps away from it.  

You roll your eyes, sitting back down and reaching into the box to pull out the remaining piece, the planchette. 

“What does it look like I’m going to do with it?” You say, staring up at him blankly. 

“Shit,” he starts, running his hands through his thick hair, “okay, uh, I knew you liked Halloween, but I didn’t think you were this spooky,” he says, his eyes bugging out in disbelief. 

He stands in place as if the items in front of you were cursed, but seeing that you hadn’t actually begun anything yet, there’s a bit of relief. You’re not deterred by the Ouija board at all. It had quite the opposite effect because you were all too fascinated with the supernatural. It was just wild that it was happening to you. 

“You really shouldn’t mess with that kind of stuff,” Steve warns as he cautiously makes his way back closer. 

“I don’t know why you’re so scared,” you respond, blowing him off and kicking the now empty box aside.

“And you’re not?!” He says incredulously, “trying to speak to the dead is not right!” 

Well, it certainly wasn’t normal, but so weren’t the things that were happening in your home lately.

“I need to find answers, Steve!” You bite back, the volume of your voice matching his, if not, louder. Your once calm demeanor switching to an intense one, cutting the tension of what you were going to partake in had brought about. You didn’t miss the hint his exclamations gave off and it bothered you. “What do you expect me to do? Continue living like this? I’m not in control of my own place.”

Oh yeah, he knew. Steve was the only friend you could confine in and the one person you could share your stories about your home and the experiences in it.

“You really think this place is haunted.” It comes off as more of a statement because he can see you’ve clearly made up your mind on how you’re going to prove this theory. He could see the inner turmoil you were facing and the vulnerability that cracked through your exterior after your outburst. 

“I’m not going crazy! And I certainly am not going to spend another fee on having a technician tell me there’s nothing wrong with the units again.” If the frustration wasn’t visible in your features, it definitely was in your voice. 

“Look,” Steve says, voice now careful, ”why don’t you just come spend the night at my place and we can think of another way to approach this?” You knew this offer all too well. It had always been on the table. When you decided to move to Hawkins and were looking for your own place, Steve had offered you a room, but you were hellbent on making it on your own. You were proud and independent…and weren’t sure about taking the next step with him. 

Steve was everything your past lovers weren’t and you while you both weren’t official, a couple of dates happened here and there, something was holding you back. You cherished his friendship so much and even though you'd both crossed so many lines already, a part of you feared crossing anymore would jeopardize it. Worse, what if whatever it turned out to be would just fail miserably in the end. Then where would that leave you both? He made it clear how he felt about you, but you brushed it off casually each time. Steve knew you simply weren’t ready and he was willing to wait. 

“Thanks, but I’ll be okay.” You reply, breaking away from seeing the look of concern on his face, the kind that made you feel guilty, and went back to fidgeting with the planchette in your hands. You knew he was a skeptic on these kinds of things and only worried for your safety. He’d always been protective of you and hated seeing you upset. 

The nights he had spent in your trailer nothing strange ever happened. It’s like these occurrences were only happening to you. Steve wasn’t sure if he believed in ghosts or not, but he wasn’t about to stick around and find out today like this. He knew that you could be stubborn, but there was only so much he could do to change your mind from where he stood and he just hoped he hadn’t lost you yet.

The crack of thunder in the sky, slightly rattling the trailer, indicated a storm was coming and you took that as an excuse to convince Steve to leave for the night. You didn’t want to fight with him about this. The few times you did talk about a possible haunting were just humorous conversations to Steve, but you were always being serious. It was evident that you two were not on the same page. 

“You should probably start heading home before the rain comes,” you advise, standing up , walking over to the front door, hoping it’d sway him, but he knew what you were doing. Steve wasn’t mad. He knew you weren’t going to change your mind this time, but he could be patient. He was always very patient with you.

He reluctantly nods, defeated, before following your lead. “I’m coming back first thing in the morning to check if you’re still alive though,” he jokes, before pulling you in for a hug and kissing the side of your head. His words elicit a light chuckle from you, but it mostly muffled against his biceps. You bask in the warmth of his embrace for a few lingering seconds, inhaling his fresh, clean scent, one that was a complete contrast to the one you were used to smelling inside your trailer, before pulling away and playfully shoving him out the door. 

As soon as his car disappears from the end of the street, you jump, head snapping at a sudden crashing sound from the kitchen area. You make your way in that direction to find the mug gifted to you, on your last birthday from Steve, shattered in pieces all over the kitchen floor. The last roar of thunder must’ve been a strong one or the elevation of the shelf had been slightly off or maybe the house just didn’t like Steve… You shook your head at that last silly thought and sighed preparing to clean up the mess. 

The gloomy weather quickly casted a blanket over the once clear sky and with the sounds of the fast raindrops against the windows and pavement, the lag in thunder chasing the flashes of lightning, you didn’t waste time on the mission.

What better time than now? It set the mood. Were you scared? You weren’t sure. You were already convinced you were living with something so what could’ve been scarier than that. You didn’t ponder long enough to think about the aftermath. Was this all just a bunch of hocus pocus or pseudoscience? Would you get possessed by a demon or would they be like Casper?

Would this even work? The use of a Ouija board, especially by someone inexperienced as yourself, was highly not recommended. You’d seen The Exorcist and not to mention this kind of activity was very much frowned upon during your upbringing. If only your parents could see you now…

The spirit in your home couldn’t be that bad though, right? If they wanted to possess you, they would’ve done so by now; unless they were just waiting for an invitation. Well, there was only one way to find out.

You dimmed the lights and lit a few candles around you. Was this insulting? There wasn’t exactly a guide on etiquette for communicating with the dead. You did your fair share of research, but most of what you knew about Ouija boards were credited to horror movies.

You take a deep breath in and out then begin to summon your supposed roommate.

Eddie felt bad. 

He felt bad as he watched you clean up the mess he made in your kitchen. He knew you liked that mug, but he didn’t. He remembered when you were given that mug. He saw the way your face lit up after reading the stupid text on it that only you and the person who gifted it to you understood the meaning behind it. 

He didn’t like Steve and he certainly didn’t like how Steve made you feel. Steve made you feel all sorts of things and Eddie knew that, which explained why Steve never experienced anything unusual in the house because Eddie didn’t like seeing you with him. He chose to not be present in Steve’s presence. Most of his kind would make it a point to make it known they hated them, but Eddie didn’t want to spook you. 

He was aware of how silly it was. A ghost jealous of two living humans. He had his turn, but it was tragically cut short. He was so young, barely in his 20s before he left an ongoing cold case behind, providing no closure for his friends and his uncle.  

But why did his afterlife have to consist of seeing the most angelic living human being just waiting to fall in love with the perfect living man? He didn’t get a chance to live out that part of his life, so was he bitter? Yes. He’d grown so attached it outraged him to see any distress that was brought upon the current tenant of his home.

Eddie wasn’t sure why he was able to roam around his old stomping ground over the last couple of years. He tried his best to communicate with his uncle before he finally managed to move into a better place. He was proud of Wayne for working hard to get a real house for himself. He took assurance that he was able to live more comfortably now. He should’ve known his own flesh and blood wasn’t bothered or spooked out by his attempts to get his attention, so when he left, Eddie was alone for nearly three years. No one was exactly in a rush to move into a trailer, his trailer, until you came into the picture. That day you walked in, if he wasn’t already dead, and you could’ve seen him, he just knew he would’ve been as pale as a well…ghost. He made sure to not send you running for the hills.

He tried to subtly help you with everyday things. He didn’t even spy on you during private moments like in the shower or on those lonely, needy nights. He proved himself to be a ghostly gentleman.

He even tried to not eavesdrop on your conversations and almost always disappeared when guests were present, but he heard you raise your voice earlier at Steve. He wasn’t sure what you two were arguing about and sure it was petty on his part, but before he could summon enough energy to knock over the mug, Steve was already gone.

Eddie followed you back into the living room, watched as you lit the candles scattered around and dimming the lights. He lightly smiled believing you were attempting to relax. You deserved a nice night in. If only seeing you in peace was enough to put him to rest - permanently. He was already trying to guess what kind of movie you were going to turn on but when he saw what was laid out in front of you as you sat back on your couch, his expression fell and he swore his heart would stop again if it could.

“Oh no,” he says as he stares at the Ouija board on the table. Eddie starts pacing in front of you, his hands bunching up his hair in a panic state. Anyone that had ever set foot in this trailer to scope it out knew this place gave off a spooky vibe. This was a tough trailer to sell because not only was it unsettling but so was the story behind it, which it was unbeknownst to you why it was so affordable. You weren’t stupid and you knew there was something or someone lurking, so this was almost bound to happen. 

“Is anyone here?” He hears you ask the first question. He looks over your direction and sees your eyes are closed with both hands on the planchette. You’d close your eyes to mask your fear so that should anything bad happen you wouldn’t have had to stare death right in the face. 

“Oh my God,” he barely whispers and realizes, “she’s really trying to talk to me.” He couldn’t believe you were willingly reaching out to him. He hadn’t been able to talk to anyone in years, so now given an opportunity to do so gave him a sense of elation. 

“Yes! I am! I’m here!” She can’t hear you, idiot. “Fuck, of course she can’t hear me.” Eddie argues with himself on what to do before he remembers how Ouija boards work.

He almost can’t believe it when he does it, but he’s able to delicately and effortlessly move your hands to slide the planchette over the word ‘YES’.

Your eyes pop open and you gasp when you see that you received an answer. Now that was not your imagination. This wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you either. You’re frozen, but look up in front of you half expecting the spirit to show itself to you, however you don’t see anything.

At least that’s what you think. On the contrary, you’re staring right at Eddie or rather through him. His expression mirrors yours - complete and utter shock for two reasons. 

First, he was never able to easily move or touch anything solid in years. The incident with the mug earlier, that kind of stuff usually required a lot of concentration and energy on his part. Secondly, he was in awe. He knew he was attracted to you, but even though you couldn’t see him, he could see you clearly and you were so beautiful to him.  

He’s scared that he’s frightened you with that move, but at the same time it excites him that he’s successfully communicating with you.

You’re unsure if you should continue. You were half expecting this to be a bust, but it moved. It actually moved! While you were excited that this worked, the tiny voice in the back of your head had you thinking that maybe you shouldn’t go any further, but who ever really listened to them? If you were to get hurt or anything, you’d deal with Steve later. You blink a few times and refocus your attention on the task.

“What are you?” You ask next.

“What am I?” Eddie repeats the question, “I’m dead, sweetheart.” Wait. He starts to spell the letters ‘D-E-A-D’ with your hands on the planchette still. The corners of your mouth lifting, amused at that response, of course he was dead, had him comparing it to what angels must’ve felt like when they earned their wings. If anyone believed in that sort of stuff…either way he felt very blessed to pull such a thing as a small smile out of you. 

“You liked that one, didn’t you?” Eddie said more to himself with a big smile on his face. He loved this! It was like he was having a real conversation with you. It was something he only ever dreamed of for the last six months.

A particular flash of lightning followed by a clamorous thunder startles you, breaking you away from the Ouija board. You weren’t going to lie. You were still absolutely spooked out and decided maybe that was enough contact with the dead for the night.

When your heartbeat finally returned to its steady rate, you got up to turn on the lights. You made sure you blew all the candles out and doors were locked before turning in. As you walked the path to his old bedroom, Eddie watched you look back to the living room and bid goodnight to seemingly nothing, but he knew who it was directed towards - it was meant for him.

The days that followed, you were growing more and more curious. In your spare time, you started digging into how much can come out of the Ouija board, but first you needed to figure out who you were dealing with.

You went from door to door of the trailer park doing your own investigation on who used to live in your trailer. You got mixed reviews from the neighbors, but you believed you got the gist of it down.

The trailer originally belonged to a man named Wayne Munson, who took in his nephew becoming his sole legal guardian. You dug deep at the local library, sifting through old Hawkins newspaper archives, to find out that his nephew had commonly gone by the nickname ‘Eddie’ and he wasn’t too far away in age from you. He went to the same high school as Steve, where he struggled in graduating, had a reputation of being a delinquent and someone who participated in satanic practices. The worst of his offense was being linked to the murder of a beloved teenage girl, Chrissy Cunningham.  

The accompanying images of the girl and boy in the newspaper clippings, you assumed to be Chrissy and Eddie. She was undeniably pretty and he was…cute. The tips of your ears burned and turned red as you caught yourself staring a little too long at his picture. 

Why’d that make you feel weird? You’re thinking things about someone you’d never met. You didn’t know anything else about him and what you had learned, it didn’t sound good either. That couldn’t have been the same Eddie in your trailer, right? 

To your surprise, Chrissy had brutally died in your very own living room. Were you living with her? Something didn’t make sense though. What was her unfinished business? All the things you picked up on from the TV or movies, was that most spirits that wandered had some sort of “unfinished business” that prevented them from moving on. Right? 

The news seemed adamant that it was Eddie who killed her, but it was her own boyfriend, some star athlete, Jason Carver, who had been found guilty of her murder. Eddie had been acquitted but the twists and turns never stopped as you read he himself had been found dead inside the trailer a few weeks later. The puzzling thing was the autopsy proved it wasn’t by suicide. He didn’t do this to himself. The saddest thing, aside from the loss of two young lives, was his uncle being the one to discover his nephew lifeless in their home. No one was ever charged for his murder and it didn’t look like there was a rush to locate the killer, which angered you as you continued reading. The real killer was possibly still out there free to live the rest of their life. 

You’re so engrossed with your findings you barely paid any attention to Steve when he’d come in to check on you. He had the spare key in case of emergencies, and ignoring most of his unreturned phone calls, which seemed uncharacteristically you, to him was deemed as an emergency.

Steve was only less than thrilled to see your enthusiasm on all this. Normal people didn’t go around poking at the dead. He pointed out you were lucky you didn’t get possessed, not paying any mind or adhering to you claiming he was probably a friendly ghost.

“This isn’t an episode of Casper!” Steve shouts, fed up again. His face falters as he watches your shoulders visibly slump. He hated killing the vibe, especially when you were excited, but you were hyped about something all too unreal and that shouldn’t be messed with at all in the first place. 

He looked around the small space seeing your notes scattered throughout the coffee table, some spilled on the carpet. There were so many he couldn’t see the Ouija board still laid out. It was just buried underneath. 

“What if I can help him?” You try reasoning with him. “Did you know? Did you know Eddie? Or what happened to him? Did you know that he and someone else died right where we’re standing?” This was the first time you asked him about the person Eddie was, not the ghost. You wondered why he didn't say anything? He’d lived in Hawkins his whole life. Surely he’d had to have heard about this. It’s a small town, people talked.

“I barely knew him,” Steve sighs, guilty but admits, “he wasn’t exactly popular or well liked by most because of how different he was.” You watch as he brings a hand up to rub at his eyes, “but even I didn’t think he was capable of doing that stuff to Chrissy.” He was trying to erase the crime scene the media had released to the public from his mind. “I swear I didn’t know this was his trailer though. Like I said, I barely knew the guy.” You can hear the sincerity in his response and nodded. Had Steve known, he’d most likely had pushed harder for you to move in with him. 

“What if I can help him pass on? Then I can live in peace…and so will he,” you start to persist. 

“You’re not going to be able to convince Hawkins that Eddie Munson didn’t kill someone,” he says bluntly. “You’re already lucky that you’re unharmed,” Steve reminds you. “I’m just worried about you,” he brings his hands to your arms in an attempt to comfort you. 

“I know you are, but I’ll be fine,” you assure him, hoping you could keep that promise. After all, you couldn’t even confirm you were really communicating with Eddie.

You were relieved that the conversation with Steve didn’t take a turn for the worse like it easily could have. You understood where he was coming from and you were lucky to have someone like him care so much about your wellbeing. The realization never fails to punch you in the gut for not allowing yourself to give in.

So why were you more scared to commit than of willingly reaching out to the dead?

Take two.

You sat perched, trying to hype yourself up to communicate once more. Eddie, on the other hand, is more than ready and the cool familiar breeze that passes you by lets you know that they’re here.

“Chrissy?” You ask, your fingers firmly on the planchette. You hadn’t figured out which one was actually still here or if both were. 

Your hands move over to the answer, ‘NO’. 

Shit. Eddie thought to himself when you said Chrissy's name. How much did you know about Chrissy? If you read anything about that night in the papers then it surely wasn’t good. What did you think of him now? You probably thought he was the devil. He thought you were going to end this, cut ties with him, cleanse the house or even move out after discovering it’s been him this whole time. The realization that you were living with a monster. 

“Who are you?” The last revelation had to be obvious, but you needed confirmation. Eddie had nothing to lose, physically, but if this was the last time he’d get to communicate with you, he’d take every second until you stop. Your heartbeat starts to pick up as you’re slowly spelling out ‘E-D-D-I-E’.

“Eddie,” you whisper. Boy, did Eddie like the sound of his name coming from your lips.

“Is anyone else with you?” The answer points to ‘NO’. He was alone. 

“How did you…die?” you had to swallow in between the last word in that question, hoping it wouldn’t trigger a negative response. Even in the afterlife, death couldn’t be an easy topic.

The letters ‘M-U-R-D-E-R-E-D’ give you your next answer. It was indeed him! Internally, you’re overjoyed that you’ve figured out your ghostly John Doe, but you try to remain at ease.

“Did you knock down my mug?”

Eddie rolls his eyes at that, but swiftly moves your hands over to ‘YES’.

“Okay. I mean that wasn’t very nice,” you couldn’t just bite your tongue as the sass flowed right out of you.

‘S-O-R-R-Y’.

The apology takes you by surprise, and suddenly you weren’t mad about the mug anymore.

“It’s alright. It was just a mug,” you try to assure him. You’d just have to explain to Steve another time that the ghost broke it. No biggie. Yeah, right. What with the tiny arguments, he’d most likely believe you destroyed it out of anger and frustration at him.

Your arms were getting tired from the position they were in. Several minutes had passed since you last said anything to Eddie and you weren’t sure of what to ask next, but you didn't want to stop talking to him.

Where does this end? Do you ask him to leave? This is his home. No, it’s not anymore. It’s your home now. How do you help him pass on? Did you have that ability? Do you hire a medium? Enlist the help of a priest? Call a ghostbuster? Your mind grew tired all too quickly, you slumped back in your seat, breaking away from the Ouija board.

Eddie watched as you rubbed the muscles of your sore arms. He felt helpless. He wishes he could ease or take away your worries and pain. Instead, all he could do was watch and make sure you were okay until you were ready to start talking again.

With your hands back on the board, you ask, “are you still here?” Eddie responds with ‘YES’. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, mentally preparing yourself, before proceeding with the next question.

“Can you show yourself to me?” There is the ultimate question and Eddie can’t help but ask why? Why were you interested in seeing him? He was a lost cause.

“No?” you ask more to yourself, still staring at the word through the eye of the planchette, and frown, defeated at his response.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to show himself to you, but he didn’t know how. He was nothing but a gust of air. No matter how hard he tried to show himself to those nearby, he was never successful.

You pull your hands back away and place them in your lap, unsure of where to go from here. Well, you couldn’t force a ghost to do something they didn’t want to do, but you hoped that maybe seeing him would make it less taxing while communicating.

There’s a sudden iciness that covers the side of your cheek, sending a chill down your spine. You flinch and your hand rises quickly to warm the spot. What was that? You didn't feel that when using the Ouija board. Was that Eddie?

Eddie almost disappears at the sudden reaction. He can’t believe it. You felt that. You could feel him. All he did was caress your face and it was different than pushing your hands in different directions because this time, neither of you needed the help of the Ouija board.

You’re not sure where he is as your eyes scan the room, you wanted to feel that again. Sure, the cold was a bit alarming, and as sharp as his icy touch was, so was the surge that flowed through you. It was unexplainable, but soothing.

It sucked for Eddie because he couldn’t keep your eyes trained on just him.

“Are you sure you can’t show yourself?” You ask again to the open area, this time convinced you didn’t need the Ouija board anymore.

However, Eddie still needed the board to reply. You sigh in defeat as you watch the planchette slide across to the word ‘YES’ on its own. You couldn’t allow yourself to get mad. You just couldn’t understand how it was possible for him to do all these other things, but not be able to show himself. Whatever it was, you’d just have to accept that you’d never understand ghost logic.

The sound of the planchette scraping against the board, offers you the word, ‘F-E-E-L’.

Feel? You definitely felt a presence and a touch, but now it was confirmed. He was trying to communicate through touch.

“Yes, I felt you!” you let Eddie know quite eagerly. The planchette remains unmoved after that and instead of what would appear to be awkward silence, the seconds that were passing by could be more appropriately compared to that of a ticking time bomb.

“Touch me,” you requested.

Eddie is stunned. If he were alive and well right now, he’d no doubt be on his knees for you with a command like that. He floats over to you and is only more than eager to touch you again, but he’s not sure of where. Feeling the soft anticipation of a ghostly tingle, he hesitantly places both hands on the underside of your jaw, in a cradle-like fashion, hoping it’ll stop your wandering eyes.  

You are still, frozen in place, now seeing the breath of air that escapes your mouth in a cloud of smoke, his comforting scent invading your senses. It was him. It had been him this whole time and he’s definitely here in front of you.

“More,” you say barely above a whisper, not paying mind to the coldness.

Fuck. Eddie inwardly swears at himself as you unintentionally egg him on. Testing his limits, what more could he already lose? He was already dead.

He goes all in. He leans in and presses his cold, dead lips to yours in the most gentle and light kiss ever. When he pulls away, he sees that your eyes have closed and he can’t help immediately start to wonder if you actually felt that or not. He sure as hell felt it. He can’t be certain as he tries to gauge the expression on your face. Shit, why did he do that?

“Do it again,” and this time with a more affirmative tone, Eddie doesn’t question anything anymore and obeys. His lips back on yours, but with added pressure, you let out a small moan and purse your lips to respond. You don’t think about how silly it must look to be making out with practically nothing, not knowing what to do with your hands because there was nothing to hold onto, but despite that it all felt too real. He was real.  

Eddie’s mind is reeling at the sound of pleasure that spews from your mouth, he can’t comprehend how this is even possible. He’d been dying to know what kissing you felt like - what you felt like at all.

When your lips start to get numb and turn blue, disregarding the temperature, you reluctantly pull away. You open your eyes to a dark room and wish you could at least hear him, the sounds of ecstasy played a pivotal role in intimacy.  

Your body temperature returns to normal, blood rushing, mind a haze. You stand up and head towards your bedroom without another word. Would he take the cue to follow you? You can’t be sure. You can’t see or hear him, but your actions say otherwise and make you both feel as if he wasn’t dead at all. It was now a game of cat and mouse.

Eddie or not, you were unabashedly turned on. In moments like these, it was hard to be in control of your own body and the only thing you could do was give in to the desires. In this instance, your body couldn’t make up its mind because as if you weren’t just freezing your ass off while kissing Eddie, you were suddenly hot all over.

Flustered, you pulled down your shorts on the way to your bed, tossed them carelessly across the room, perhaps a little too harshly. If he wasn’t going to help you out, then you would do the job yourself. A mad smile on your face, surprised you weren’t the least bit embarrassed if he was going to watch you or not. It only added to the thrill and the excitement.

Trying to regulate your breathing, you lie down on the center of your bed and run your hands over your face down to where you need them the most. Your fingers experimentally graze along the wet spot of your panties, groaning in acknowledgment of the sudden arousal. There’s no sense in conjuring up a justifiable explanation as to how something so seemingly innocent as the kiss you shared with Eddie got you so crazed. Not wasting any time, you lift your hips up and bend your legs to slip the flimsy garment off.

No longer a thin barrier between, your entire body shivers slightly, a sharp gasp escaping your lips, when your fingers make first contact with your clit. Using your slick, you begin to rub slow circles over it. Your stomach sinks in with each relieving exhale, your breathing growing heavy. Your fingers run off course and dip into your folds, past the floodgates, resurfacing now coated by your own wetness as you use it to an advantage in invigorating your bundle of nerves.

Eyes closed, you start to think about Eddie. How his skin would feel against yours. How you’d tangle your fingers in his wild hair. How his hands would feel on your sensitive parts. You want to feel guilty or believe this was all wrong. Instead of getting off to someone like Steve or someone real for that matter, you lied there baring yourself to a ghost. You try to picture that baby face of his, and all that you could based on the lone image you found of him to get you through the finish line. 

The curve of his full lips that you were fortunate enough to feel on yours moments ago. You already knew they were soft, but what about his other features? Did his eyes sparkle or were they like black holes? They had to be of a set that could hypnotize someone. Maybe it was okay that you couldn’t see him because if you had you just knew that you’d be at his mercy.

And that was just on the surface of it all. How was he like in other areas? How would his tongue feel against yours, on your skin, in you…The simulation causes your thighs to clamp up, knees involuntarily knocking into each other; your other hand clutching onto the bed sheets. He made it that easy.

A thin layer of sweat coats your skin from the increase in body heat, then you hiss at the abrupt familiar cold sensation that runs through you, his alluring scent filling your nostrils, your legs forcefully separate; all tells you that Eddie was here. You pick your head up, always a small hint of disappointment flashes through your features at the fact you still and won’t be likely to ever see him.

It shoots a wild pang through Eddie's chest because he doesn’t miss it; never knowing he could read someone so openly. He missed a few significant things in his life already. He missed graduating high school. He missed a chance to get a better car. He missed a chance to sell out venues. He missed playing music. He missed his uncle. He missed his friends. He missed Hellfire. He missed out on someone like you. He missed a chance to develop a deep connection with someone. Life was so cruel.

Your thoughts aren’t as far away from his as you start to wonder, why was it all so easy - seamlessly flawless - with him? Running with only first-party information and two silent conversations, you were already willing to go headfirst for halos for Eddie. The feeling had you wishing he had lived to one day cross paths with you. Would he have still been in Hawkins when you moved here? Would you be neighbors, friends or more? Would it have been him and not Steve? All the could've and would’ve scenarios sprouting in your head. You got too attached learning about him. Was it pathetic? You didn’t care anymore, whatever would ultimately bring you to him, you just knew in the end you’d die happy.

Your head falls back in defeat and you try to keep your emotions at bay, until you feel the hem of your shirt being lifted, exposing your midriff. Your lips cave in and you wince at each uncalculated cold peck Eddie’s lips leave on you. Whereas you felt minor stings at how cold his touches were in the beginning, for the first time, Eddie felt like he was on fire at how hot to the touch you were in this moment. This moment with him.

His lips create a path down to your core, and the contrast in temperature felt good. Not knowing what to do with your hands again, your arms lie sprawled on the bed on either side of your body.

Cool air brushes past your folds and your heartbeat spikes up again. Eddie never imagined he’d ever be able to make someone feel this way. It was pointless for him, but he dreamt about it countless times. And then he wickedly thinks how he was dumb to not spy on you during those nightly sessions. He was missing out. You were absolutely divine in his eyes.

“Eddie,” his name slips past your lips breathlessly when he makes contact with your swollen clit. It started off so innocently, but when he pulled his mouth back to ran a long, flat strip over your folds, giving him a taste of what you had to offer, he wanted more.

The cold, with each bit of contact from Eddie, was no longer a thing as your body quickly acclimated to it. Eddie uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart and allows himself to get a better taste. Your head lulls back, sinking deeper into your pillows.

There’s only so much you could do to communicate with Eddie, you want to feel his hands all over, but instead you pick up on the slack, pulling your shirt over your head to grab and squeeze handfuls of your breasts, massaging them and adding onto the sensation. Your groping proves to be successful when you draw out more noises.

Eddie’s eyes never tear away from watching your reaction, the way your body moves, squirming from pleasure - pleasure he’s bestowing on you. His mouth doesn’t require guidance as his tongue pulls all the right moves, weaving its way through and between your folds. He drags out a long moan from you when he finally dips his tongue inside your wet hole and back out, before capturing your clit between his lips, sucking on it. The sweet suction sensation on your clit as his lips enclose around it.

“I-I need...fuck,” you try to voice out your desires, but you’re reveling in so much, especially in being able to feel Eddie’s fingers digging into the sides of your hips; you bite down hard on your bottom lip, you could taste a hint of copper already, trying your hardest to not let out a crazed scream.

Eddie doesn’t want you to hold back though, so he introduces his fingers into the mix as they and his tongue take turns in you. The addition of his thick fingers start taking you closer to your impending orgasm. You wished you could hear him and all the sounds of his onslaught. To hear those pretty boy moans, the filthy pops and slurping noises. Was he a dirty talker? God. Imagine the filthy things he would say or do.

He gets the message loud and clear. You want to come, and so he quickens his actions until your body goes into overdrive. He could feel your walls closing in tight around his digits, your wetness pooling around them and spilling, he almost loses control of your withering body. When you reach your peak, your mouth and eyes snap open, a choked gasp transitioning into a straggling loud moan, pupils blown, the sweat beads trickling down, and your back arching up in perfect bridge-like fashion. It almost looks like you’re being possessed when your orgasm rocks through you before you come back down releasing choppy breaths from its intensity.

Exhausted, you struggle to stay conscious wanting to communicate with Eddie one last time, but it felt like the orgasm almost sucked the life out of you. His fingers slowly slipping out and the puffs of cool air against your pussy are an indication that Eddie is still present and he wasn’t going to go anywhere just yet. He hasn’t moved from his position and is short of breath, in awe of seeing you coming undone for him and more so the fact that this happened. This wasn’t just another one of his dreams.

For as long as he’d been an apparition, he’d always hoped to be able to finally pass on and if this was his actual last day on Earth or wherever he was, then he’d gladly accept it because one night with you was enough. 

Eddie would die happy.

A/N: Reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated. 🥹 Do we want a part 2? Let me know! Thank you for reading! 🫶🏻

[leejenowrld]

For jeno and yn

What's a quirky habit your partner has that you secretly adore?

Describe each other in three words

What's your favorite thing about your partner's personality?

What's a small, everyday gesture that means a lot to you?

What's a goal you're currently working towards as a couple?

What's a pet peeve you've learned to accept about each other?

jeno - she calls me baby and jeno the most but she’ll say “no no” really cutely when she wants something from me that she knows, otherwise that i’ll say no to. she has me wrapped around her little finger.

yn - he has the power of being able to tear open my bra straps with his teeth. half the time he doesn’t even use his hands. he also tears off my lingerie and pajamas with his teeth. he can do a lot of stuff with his teeth, when he wants my attention he shows me how he opens a beer cap with his teeth… it always ends with me all over him

jeno - enchanting, breathtaking, enduring

yn - radiant, magnetic, serene

jeno - there’s a lot. to save time i’ll list one. i love how emotionally mature and understanding she is. we avoid a lot of arguments and miscommunication solely because we both are on the same emotional maturity level and on the same wave length. she’s very chill, just being in the same room as her has a soothing effect on my heart. she’s definitely calmed me down and kept me grounded.

yn - he has the ability to always make me smile. through his acts of service for me, the way he shows me his love. he cooks for me, helps me in the gym, always takes care of me and my health, always keeps me hydrated and fed, does my errands for me. having a man care about me as much as he does is so attractive. his sense of humor stands out to me a lot too. he doesn’t seem like the funny guy but he has me cracking up so much. being with someone who makes me smile dsy after day is so important to me. he helps me through a lot of stormy days.

jeno - i have a problem with my muscles and joints, they go sore and acne a lot. without me even telling her, she knows when i’m in pain and she takes action by massaging me and putting joint gel all over me. her soft hands and warmth make me fold

yn - like i said before, he always takes care of me. always makes sure i’m hydrated and fed, does a lot of my chores and errands while telling me to rest and running me a hot bath. he’s a sweetheart. also the aftercare he gives me after sex :o

yn - were serious about our future, we’re currently saving a lot to hopefully buy our first house together. yes, house. we work hard and we aim high, we have big expectations and want to make this a family home. we even have a shared banking account

jeno - [whiskers to the audience whilst yn isn’t in the room] she doesn’t know that i’m building her a house, her dream house. we have a lot of goals, move in together, get married, have kids, travel the world. we’re getting there. we’ve already started our travelling goals, we’ve been to 15 different countries together and we’re booking holidays so frequently.

jeno - she’s a very expressive sleeper. she snores, moans, talks, giggles, drools in her sleep. she’s such a deep sleeper too, it’s difficult to wake her up when she needs to get up

yn - jeno’s just rude, lmao. he’s straightforward to a lot of people and he can come across as quite passive aggressive and direct. he’s completely different with me though, the “hates everyone in the world but you” is how he feels about me

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

What would be the 2p Alias's reaction if they heard knocked on they door in the middle of the night, and when they open the door, exept a baby on they doorstep?

Hmmm… For the 2ps it would probably occur after finishing their ‘job’. Maybe the night went smoothly, and they were able to wrap it up early. Or it ran way too long and they were ready to mentally shut down. Either way, they would be tired walking up the steps to enter their dark home.

 Some would have quickly ditched their clothing, ready to shower before passing out for a dreamless sleep. Others, bogged down by the weight of their world, would attempt to numb it with their chosen poison. All of them would be ready for their night to end.

That’s when the mysterious figure would knock, and a baby would cry.

France: Disturbing François when he’s relaxing is like approaching a large, aggressive dog. He stomps his way to the door and throws it open. The sight of the child is shocking but doesn’t quell his anger too much as he shouts into the darkness. Demanding that the so-called ‘parents’ come and collect their kid.

Unsurprisingly, no one answers, even after he runs around his property looking for any signs of disturbance. To which he finds too few to work off.

Grumbling, he makes his way back and harshly scoops up the kid. The action makes the babe scream more.

At first, he sits ‘em on his bed, letting them exhaust themselves, and calls the Child Services. Sadly, the early hours only get him a messaging machine to which he curses harshly at. He doesn’t want to commit to the emergency line due to the larger amount of paperwork it would require.

Reluctant, François would turn to the infant and calm them. He would be reminded of his days with Matt as he rasped lullabies and whispered stories long forgotten. Eventually, it would end with the child and François cuddled together as the sun rose and reached its height.

Finally awake and both feeling better, François would finally reach Child Services who would come and collect the child.

There would be no tearful goodbye or feelings of regret as he allowed the babe to be taken from his hands. All he would hope is that life’s hand would be fair and that he would never become a target for the frumpy Frenchman.

America: Allen’s night was pretty rough, so much so that when he discovers the infant, his mind is just pure static. The mental blizzard causes him to only look from his porch for the lad’s parents and when he doesn’t see them, just take the kid inside.

In his daze, he would create a makeshift crib out of a drawer and then go back to bed. It did help a lot that the kid fell asleep from the rock in his step.

The crying in the morning would wake him again. This time, his mind having had a chance to reset would spook him. In a panic would wonder where the kid came from and how they go there.

So, he does the only rational thing he can think of. Call Oliver.

He gets snippy with Oliver as he rocks/feds the lad, nearly agreeing to give it to him, before realizing how bad that would be.

Allen, going off the given advice, can take care of the child for a couple of days. He even feels accomplished when he gets to hear the baby laugh. Until nation work and baby care start to collide.

He’ll feel like a failure and his temper would cause him to snap at his men and push them to do better. This would go on for a couple more days until his right hand recommends giving the kid over to CPS. That this world is too much for a bachelor to mix with a family while single.

Allen feels guilty when he finally makes the call and fights back tears as they remove the child from him. This attachment keeps Allen hooked on keeping tabs on the kid. Often sending gifts for birthdays and holidays until the 18th year. From that point, Allen considers the kid an adult and steps back.

Hopefully, his involvement means the kid flies high in this world.

Canada: Matt would be pretty stunned at a baby swaddled on his porch. Especially since it would mean that this ‘parent’ got past Kuma and made it away without a scratch. At least he assumes so since Kuma looked to be sleeping by his bear house and there’s not a puddle of red.

He would be quick to take the child inside and warm them up. His hold of the babe would be awkward until a semi-normal hold would balance the kid on his chest as he rubbed their icy extremities.

For an hour, Matt would do this while singing French lullabies. Once he felt like the baby had returned to a normal temp and was asleep, he would tuck them into a makeshift crib. Then, reluctantly call England, just like Al does.

The chipper man would seem all too happy to help Matt with the child, already giving advice. Until Matt mentions giving him due to a lack of resources and the dangers of nation work. Then he switches to asking for the young lad.

Matt gives a swift no before hanging up. He’ll cater to the infant for the next hours before calling his 1p, telling him to get him in touch with child services.

Once contact is made, he’ll inform them of the child. He’ll request a pickup but demand that each foster and potential adopter is vetted thoroughly, more so than for anyone else.

 When the infant is gone, Matt will look for the ‘parent’ to punish them in some way shape, or form. Then, this ‘rough’ Canadian will occasionally check in on the child, just until he’s sure his life is at least average, maybe send a gift or two over the years.

Once he’s happy with the current state of the kid’s life, he’ll slowly drift out. Content that he saved at least one soul.

England: Oh boy. Oliver is typically a grumpy person when awoken from his slumber, but the infant on his doorstep made him do a 180.

A giddy giggle would leave the typically sadistic nation as he cradles the child. Fully intending to keep the infant as his own. After all, if he can’t have his mini-nations, then he’ll just use a human child as a substitute.

 He caters to this child’s needs to a tee. He never goes hungry, experiences cold, or wants for anything. It's perfect, if it wasn’t Oliver attempting to create a parental relationship where the child is overall too reliant on their parent. So, he always has one being attached to him, feeding his Savior complex.

For a few months, this goes on, and Oliver is all too willing to keep it up forever. Except he forgot about the meeting he was supposed to host for a 1p-2p bonding experience. So, when Arthur walks in and sees the babe, he is quick to spirit him away from the 2p.

Oliver rages, but due to the 1p magic trio working against him, the babe is lost to him. And, surprisingly, he mourns his loss.  

Maybe one day, he’ll finally fulfill his desire.

Russia: Why are you here? – Calls Services and pays to make sure kid is well taken care of

Viktor’s view of the disturbance was curiosity. Why would anyone leave a child at his home, better yet why would a stranger think he could do better for their child than they?

Similar to some of the nations, he would look around for any signs of the parents, but like the rest, none was found. He would take the child inside and place them in one of the empty rooms of the manor. Pillows surrounded her to prevent injuries from rolling off the bed, and he would watch them for a moment to ensure there would be no suffocation.

He would then step out for a moment to call his sisters. He expected that they would be able to give decent advice and be willing to help with the child. Instead, he got harsh lectures about how he was in no place to take on a child and that it would be best for everyone to give up the kid.

Their logic at first wouldn’t sway him, but when they arrived on his doorstep within 48 hours of saying he would raise the child, did finally sway him. Notably when they held the baby and threatened to report him for abduction and barracked themselves in a room.

Usually, he would continue to fight for his desires, but in this case, he gave in. Especially since the child looked much more comfortable in the arms of his sisters than his.

Viktor would call Child Services and once gone would set up a savings account for the kid. It would be anonymous and accessible once the baby had picked a career path.

China: Jin would tiredly pull at his eyes as he would take the baby into his arms. A curse on his lips as he turned to calm the child while calling his men.

His orders are simple to find the parents, and to conduct surveillance. Within 24 hours, they are found and a whole portfolio is given to Jin.  

If the parents are down on their luck, he’ll not only return the baby, but he’ll also give them a hand. Money, a home, a job, all of those, and more are on the table of things Jin may give. His quiet angelic works may be sprinkled in like small rainstorms during a long drought until he is sure that the family is stable.

On the other hand, if the parents are absolute trash, then there is no mercy. Jin will have his men worsen their lives to the point where death will seem like a gift that will never be given. No release ever, and he’ll make sure at the end they are begging at his feet.

Either way, Jin picks out the new family himself. He’ll watch them from a distance and happily act as a distant uncle until it's time to go to vacation island. Then he’ll make sure an ‘inheritance’ is set up.

[maislovebot]

Hiiii :D could I request that you write vampire!sigma x human!fem!reader (sfw) where the reader (crying) returns home after a rlly bad day at work and goes to her bf to calm down/comfort? (and since Sigma is a vampire who doesn't know much about human emotions he doesn't know how to comfort her “properly.”, But he tries his best)

Light shower

Light shower by melanie martinez rlly reminds me of this whole dynamic tbh

Hello anon! I’m so sorry this took so long to write, I always get really demotivated during the holidays, but I’m back and hopefully to stay this time!! Thank you for your lovely request!<3

Contains: afab + fem reader, drabble, human/vamp relationship, not proofread sorry I’m tired, vampire sigma, he doesn’t really understand human emotions but he tries, sfw, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, emotional intimacy, not the same as the vampirism outbreak in canon, it’s a totally different thing

You enter your apartment house and you let out a loud, audible sigh. Sigma looks up from his spot, comfortably laying on your flush couch as he read a book with a blank rustic cover. Sigma turned the corner of the page in as a makeshift bookmark, wordlessly shutting the book and walking up to you.

“What’s wrong?”

As he got closer to your face he noticed frustrated tears running down your face, and he wordlessly placed his finger right below your waterline to catch the tears that kept streaming down your face in an endless supply. You were exhausted and ultimately just planted your head against Sigma abruptly, and he wasn’t quite sure of what to do. Back when you two had first gotten together, anytime you’d be crying he’d assume you were struggling to breathe and he would ask if you needed a glass of water.

It was nice that he understood human emotions better now.

He was more aware of what to do at this point, and he instead wrapped his arms around your waist, walking you to the couch as you refused to lift your head. It wasn't until he tried to place you on the couch that he realized you were gripping him so tight, your death grip on his shirt pulling him down with you.

“What happened today?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as Sigma slowly got off of you to instead lay on your side.

“Honestly nothing horrible, it was just overly busy at work today, and everyone was extra annoying.”

“How so?”

Oftentimes when he asked these questions, he was unaware of why these things were bugging you so he’d ask for more detail, but it still felt nice that he was so invested. It seemed like he was trying to get you to put your thoughts into words, which always calmed you down.

“We had a meeting and the boss went on a rampage about how we need to act more professional when we’re on calls with other people, and it was so overwhelming. He could’ve talked to us like an adult instead of screaming at us the way he did.”

Sigma moved his arms over to hold you close, pulling you into him until your back was facing his stomach. He draped an arm over your stomach and it was rather comforting.

“I couldn’t handle being yelled at and I ended up tearing up a little bit during the meeting, and he called me a child. It really got on my nerves.”

You clenched your fist.

“But of course, I need a job, so I hit my tongue and nodded.”

Sigma sat up from where he was laying, looking at you quizzically.

“Does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Does your tongue hurt?”

You looked from side to side, confused as you turned to face him.

“Why..why would it?”

“You said you bit it..?”

You bursted out laughing. It was honestly nice, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders from his misunderstanding. Sigma looked confused for a few moments, not understanding your sudden fit of laughter.

“It’s a metaphor..it’s like when you wanna say something mean to someone but you hold back. When you do that you say you bite your tongue.”

Sigma nodded, his mouth turning into an ‘o’ shape as it all clicked in his mind. He still didn’t quite understand why you were laughing, though.

You stood up, feeling significantly more motivated now.

“Well you surely brightened my mood! Let’s make dinner!”

“I’m not sure what I did to help, but yes, let’s make dinner.” Sigma’s lips upturned into a smile at seeing your expression, his face turning a little red at how lively you suddenly were.

You truly were lovely.

Wc - 0.6k

Now that I have the idea of vamp sigma I’m thinking about him in a less wholesome context..I have stuff to write but once I finish my current oneshot I might have to add that onto my wip list..hshshd

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 7: White Elephant Character(s): Octotrio ----------------------------------------- Octavinelle often hosted get togethers over the holidays, as the ice made it difficult for many of the members to go home. Azul, Floyd, and Jade were no exceptions to this, and were eager to learn more of the human traditions for their first year on land. Thus, when their housewarden described an activity called 'White Elephant', they were eager to participate and purchase gifts that would be given and taken in the game. Well to an extent at least. Jade was excited simply because the thrill of not knowing was inside of any of the boxes was enticing. Azul didn't love the uncertainty, but networking and getting to know people's likes and dislikes so he could get a desirable present that he could hopefully convince other people to trade for to ensure he got what he wanted sounded like an excellent way to finally exercise some of the business skills his mother had taught him. Floyd just wanted to see people fight over presents and find the most ridiculous one he could get to see the look on people's faces. ---------------------------------- White elephant was coming to a close, and somehow Azul had ended up last. There was only one gift left on the table. He glanced around the room at some of the gifts- some that were off-limits, much to his chagrin when the rest of the rules were explained that a gift could only be swapped once. He wasn't above taking something from someone else, but he was still trying to make friends, not enemies. He glanced at Jade. Jade had not been traded with yet, but his pupils were blown out like that of a playful cat, his nose already buried deep in a book titled "A Guide to Mycology". There was no way Azul was going to interfere with that. He then looked at Floyd as he hugged a basket of specialty sodas. He didn't want that either. With a small sigh he leaned forward and reached for the gift in front of him. What he didn't expect was for a fish head and tail pop out from the wrapping paper "singing" a playful tune. His absolutely perplexed and surprised expression was laughed at by none other than Floyd, as he held a remote up in his hand. "Aaahhaa! Azul you get my gift! Open it, open it!" He flashed Azul a huge smile as the latter struggled to calm down from the surprise. The fish still "flopped" up and down through the wrapping paper, still going on about some land dweller song about not worrying? Azul slowly approached the present, as if afraid it might come completely to life and pulled it into his lap, staring down perplexed as he gently tore the wrapping paper away from the middle. It was a green and blue fish attached to a wooden plank, moving in time with the music it was spewing out from it's mouth. Azul simply blinked to take it in before looking at Floyd in disdain, but before he could ask about switching, their housewarden mentioned how awesome it was that Azul received something from such a close friend. Azul looked to Floyd again, who gave him a shit eating smile, knowing full well now that Azul couldn't get rid of it. Azul forced a genuine smile best he could. "Yes. I'm very lucky to have received this gift. I know exactly where I'm going to put it." ----------------------------------------------- Floyd would have expected it to go into the trash- honestly, he didn't give a flying rats ass where the thing went. Or so he thought. It wasn't until nearly a year later that he realized the singing bass was hanging in a small alcove in Azul's office, hidden from plain sight, but directly in Azul's line of sight. Honestly? It made him happier than he thought it would have to know Azul kept it.

[sulumuns-dootah]

12.12. Bathin - Moongazing visitor

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

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The moon was large tonight. Larger than usual. According to the app on your phone it was a Full Supermoon. You're sitting in your window nook wrapped up in a big fuzzy blanket and holding a mug of your favorite warm beverage.

Your phone is set beside you and set to play some calming holiday music. Few message notifications pop up only to be ignored. You'd turned off vibrations and notification sounds earlier today because Satan and Beelzebub got drunk earlier the evening and both kept blowing your phone up. Hopefully someone took care of them instead of you.

In actuality it was Bathin, the demon who always wished to spend more time with you, who was messaging you:

'The moon is really pretty tonight, would you mind if we spent some time looking at it together?'

'I understand if I'm bothering you and I'm sorry for that. Could you at least answer me so I don't have to be worried for your well-being?'

'Please, you're scaring me. If you do not answer me I'll have to check up on you.'

Bathin didn't want to interrupt you if you were busy - maybe even entertaining another demon or demons, but somewhere in the back of his mind he was worried. Maybe something happened to you and you needed help, but couldn't call for it. He knew it was a breach in your privacy but he decided to teleport to your house to see if you're there.

You knew you weren't alone in an instant, by the shift in the air. A chill ran up your spine, but you tried to calm yourself. You did lock your door and if someone broke in you would've heard the door or a window get bashed in.

It was quiet for a while until you hear quiet footsteps. They didn't seem like of someone looking for things to steal or for someone to harm. For some reason they sounded familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on who could be the owner.

The person stopped in front of the doors to the room you were in and then they slowly started to open. It seemed like the time has slowed down and you stopped breathing. With the doors fully open you were finally able to see your intruder. It was the moongazing demon, whose messages you've unknowingly ignored.

“Bathin, you scared me!” you loudly exclaim despite relief that tonight isn't the night you die. Although it would be a nice one out of all of them.

“I'm terribly sorry, but you didn't reply to my messages. Me and Stolas were worried.” Bathin tried to make it seem like he wasn't the only one who noticed your absence.

“Oh... Sorry about that. Satan and Beel were annoying me so I turned my notifications off.” you glance down on your phone to discover the three unread messages.

“It's okay. The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it? Mind if I join you?” Bathin sits on the opposite side of the nook and looks out of the window.

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"The earrings I wear were gifted to me by someone special. Since you're very special to me too, I would love to gift you a pair too."

[inkrabbit]

Alla hjärtans dag

little Valentine's Day hcs for Repugnant members

Mary:

Mary doesn't really believe in celebrating alla hjärtans dag

Then again, he doesn't believe in celebrating most holidays just because of how artificial it all feels, especially when it comes to love

But that doesn't mean they're gonna completely ignore and forget the holiday. That's no fun

It's not going to be filled with the cliche roses and chocolates, but it'll be special in his own way

... Okay, Mary does buy chocolates for you two to share. They couldn't resist

But for the day, they'll walk around Stockholm with you, enduring the tourists and even showing you some hidden gems in the city that they've stumbled upon

And at night, he'll lead you out of the city and pass Jakobsberg, taking you to the nearby lake

Maybe it's not entirely romantic or the most ideal evening, but Mary loves being alone with you, underneath the stars and with their arms wrapped around you

This is one of the times where they'll be completely vulnerable with you. It's the lease he can do. Mary knows they look scary and that a lot of people don't trust them based on his looks. So you coming out to the lake with him, at night, means a whole lot

By the time you guys leave, you'll be wearing Mary's jacket as a way to keep you extra warm and show who you belong to

DD:

DD works a lot but he's got everything planned out for today

He worked the morning shift for a reason and by the time he gets to you, he's already got some things he knows you've been eyeing

Your favorite drink, food and even the body spray you had told him you were thinking of getting when you got your next check

He also got you a couple extra gifts, having mainly bought you things that he knew you could use or was running out of

While DD is pretty romantic, he prefers to have the night be to just the two of you. No one else needs to know you two are together. No one else needs to know that you're taking each other out for the holiday

All that matters is you and him. So with a couple glasses of wine, DD will happily cuddle up with you on the couch and play a few of your favorite movies

But don't think it's just gonna be silence and drinking

DD will take this time to hold you close and tell you just how much you mean to him. This isn't something new since DD does this occasionally

But today is meant to express your love for your lovers and he's going to take full advantage of that

Hopefully you like soft kisses and being told that you're the light of his life

G. Grotesque:

He's trying his best, honestly

G.'s always been a little shy and, truth be told, he can overthink a good amount

Everyone said how they had to get flowers and chocolates for their partner, how they needed to get them gifts. So that's what people expect, right? Flowers, chocolates, gifts?

So he figures out which flowers you like most, what types of candy you prefer, and even gets a couple of tickets to the band you've been talking about seeing

Okay, so G. is going to celebrate alla hjärtans dag early. The band is playing a few days earlier and he thinks it would make the best gift

No matter how close you two have gotten within your time dating, G. will always approach you with that bashful smile and tinted cheeks

He's known for stumbling over his words, especially when he speaks English, but he'll be a little worse during this time and he can barely hold eye contact with you

Really, he's so worried that you'll laugh at him and call him names. So many people have done that to him in the past and the trauma has stuck with him

Just give him a few kisses and some reassuring words and he'll calm right down.

When the night winds down and you two get home, all G. wants to do is take a shower with you and cuddle until you both fall asleep

E. Forcas:

Similar to Mary, E. doesn't exactly celebrate alla hjärtans dag

He doesn't care for it. It's just a day that's never really been for him

But he also has an extra excuse to spoil you now, and he's going to take full advantage of that

He might be the quietest member out of Repugnant but that doesn't mean he's above giving you whatever you want

So for the day, it's whatever you want to do. Wanna go out to dinner? Great! Drinking at the bar? He'll keep you close to him and fend off any creeps. Wanna stay home and cuddle? Even better, he'll grab a blanket and get some snacks

If you ask him why he doesn't care to celebrate the holiday, he'll just shrug and tell you that he loves you every day. He doesn't need a "special holiday" to treat you right

If it makes you feel better, he'll buy you all the holiday gifts next year to make up for it

He does try to be romantic. There's a candle he got years ago that he decides to light while the lights are off and you two are watching a movie together

It's there. It smells sweet but he doesn't really care for it. He's mainly focused on you and making sure you're happy and comfortable

Really, E. is just a giant teddy bear and he's more than happy to go with the flow. So long as you're with him and happy, then everything is right in his little world

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1040: Evolving Friendship (!?) (King of Fighters)

7:45 p.m. In the Sidewalks of South Town......

Kula: (Walking in Between Rock and K') Come oooooooooonnnnn!~ Tell me what you got me already!!!

K': (Holding Two Shopping Bags on One Shoulder and a Small Size in his Hands) Nope. You're gonna have to wait and find all that out on Christmas Morning like the rest of us.

Kula: But that's still a few weeks away, it'll take forever! Come on, you gotta at least give me another hint to what the gifts are or something!!

Rock: (Smiles Sheepishly at the Ice Princess) Sorry, Kula. We gave you every hint we can think of at the moment.

K': And one of us are too tired and annoyed to think of anything else to give you. So you're shit out of luck tonight.

Kula: But you guuuuuyyyyyyysss!~

Leona: (Giggles a Bit at Kula While Walking With Shingo Behind the Rest of the Gang) She seems energetic about her gifts this year~

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, she always get like that whenever we go Christmas shopping together. We usually give her hints to try calming her down with.....minimal success. (Looks at Kula Still Bugging K' and Rock in.the Distance While Letting Put a Soft Sigh) I swear, that girl keep reminding me of Naomi every time I look at her.....

Leona: (Turns to Shingo) Your younger sister?

Shingo: Yep. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I'm gessing cuz they're both hyperactive spoil?...Which reminds me.....(Turns to Leona) Do you wanna meet my sisters one of these days? They can be much at times, but I'm sure they'll take a real liking to you once you get to know 'em a little more.

Leona: (Grabs her Chin) I'll have to check back on my schedule for more freetime....(Smiles Softly) But it would be an honor meet your family one of these days.

Shingo: (Smiles Back at Leona) Sweet. Just a few words of advice: stay calm and collected, be yourself, and you'll do fine from there. Hopefully. Also, let me know when to chime in whenever Naomi suddenly starts asking you a million questions. The last thing I want you to do is feel overwhelmed.

Leona: (Gives Shingo a Reassuring Smile) It's fine. I don't mind answering questions she plans to give me, so long as it isn't too personal.

Shingo: That's good to hear. (Looks Up at the Bright Stars in the Nightly Skies Before Letting Out Another Sigh) I'm really glad Christmas is almost around the corner. The lights, decorations, the songs, the entire theme and history based around the holiday it......I couldn't help but to feel warm inside, you know?

Leona: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. It does have a nice, cozy feel to it as each day passes. Which makes celebrating the holiday all the more rewarding in the end. (Quickly Realizes Something Before Reaching Out For Something in One of her Shopping Bags) Oh! Before I forget, here.

Shingo: (Turns to See a Small, Wrapped Gift in Front of Him) Hm?

Leona: (Shows Shingo his Christmas Present While Holding it With her Two Hands) I managed to get this for you before we left the mall together at the last minute. I wanted to give you something as a token of our friendship......(Immediately Comes Back to Reality) B-But please don't open it just yet! (Turns Away Shyly While Blushing a Little) You should wait until Christmas morning to do so....if it's.....not too much to ask, of course.

Shingo: (Stares at Leona For a Brief Second Before Nodding at Her and Receving the Present Given to Him) Yeah, sure. I can wait till then. (Starts Looking for Something From Insode One of the Shopping Bags of his Own) In the meantime, I got something for you as well. (Pulls Out and Gives Leona a Small, Teal Present Wrapped in a Gold, Silk Bow While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) It's not really anything to write home about, but I do hope you like it all the same.

Leona: (Looks Down at the Gift Given to Her Before Smiling Softly at It) I wouldn't worry too much about that really. I'm sure I'll end up loving it regardless. Though, I do like how the box itself looks.

Shingo: (Immediately Starts to Beams Up a Little) You do?~ The lady from the jewe- I-I-I MEAN! The mall, let me pick the boxes of my choosing, so I chose the green one. I....didn't know exactly what your favorite color would be, but I have heard the color itself represents earnest, logical, supportive, and accepting. Something describes you perfect, at least to me anyways.

Leona: (Stares at Shingo in Genuine Awe Before Placing the Present on her Chest and Smiling at Him).......You really are too pure for this cruel world.

Shingo: (Blinks Once or Twice at What Leona Just Told Him) Huh. You might be the twelfth person to ever told me that so far. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Or was it eleventh?

Leona: (Raises an Eyebrow in Playful Curiosity) You don't say?~

Shingo: Yeah, It's true. Well, I mean, some of them might've worded it a bit differently, but I am for sure certain that the words "pure" and "for this world" are in the same of each sentences! Whether they meant it as compliment or not is.....debatable to be honest.

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Well, I, for one, can assure I mean the upmost sincerity in those words. Your sweet, optimistic nature would always find a way to brighten up everyone's day. Even mines.

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly While Blushing) Aw~ Thanks. (Starts Scratching His Cheeks a Little) I always figured it would be more of an annoyance if anything.

Leona: Well, it's not. And I refuse to think otherwise about one of my dearest friends.

Shingo: You really think highly of me, do you?

Leona: Of course. You're one of the few people I genuinely enjoy spending time with, as well as inspired me to try being more open to myself and my surroundings. It......makes a lot more happier and bless to know that I have someone like you in my life, which is why I will always value our friendship more than anything at the moment.

'Sniff Sniff'

Leona: (Looks Up to See Shingo Already in Tears) Shingo-Kun?

Shingo: ('Sniff') (Spread his Arms Wide Open) Permission to give hug?

Leona: (Giggles Once More Before Giving the Young Man a Loving Hug) Permission granted~ I'm not going anywhere.

Shingo: ('Sniff') Thank you. For being my friend and everything, Leona-san. ('Sniff') You're the coolest person in world! (Sniffs One Last Time Before Pulling Away For a Brief Second) PLEASE do not tell Rock I said any of that cause I might've told him the same thing at one point in the past!

Leona: (Giggles Some More While Rolling her Eyes) I promise not to say anything, Shingo-Kun. (Pulls Shingo Back into Their Hug) You have my word. I think you're the coolest person in the world too by the way.

Shingo: ('Scoffs') Yeah right.

Leona: It's true~ (Forms a Playful Smirk on her Face) Do you honestly think I'm the kind of person that would make up lies?~

Shingo: (Stares at Leona For a Few Seconds Chuckles Lightly) Nah. You're way too honest to do that. At least compared to-

?: HEY!

The duo turns to see K' standing in front of his opened apartment door with an impatient Glare on his Face.

K': Are you two gonna keep hugging each other in the cold or are you going to come in here already?

Leona: R-Right. (Finally Let's Go of Shingo Before Clearing her Throat) We'll be on our way. (Makes Her Way Up the Stoops)

Shingo: (Follows Leona Behind) Sorry to keep you guys waiting!

As Leona and Shingo make their way inside the apartment together, they were suddenly stopped by Kula midway to the living room.

Kula: (Playfully Wiggles her Finger) Nuh-uh-uh!~ You two aren't going anywhere until you look at what's above youuuu!~ (Giggles Very Mischievously Before Sneaking Her Way Back to the Living Room)

Leona: Look at what is above.....(Slowly Looks Up at What is Above Her and Shingo) us?

Shingo: (Eyes Widened at Something Very Familiar Hanging Down Above Him) Oh God it's Mistletoe. (Turns to Leona) Look, I know it's tradition and all, but w-we don't have to any of this you really don't want t-

Before Shingo could even finish speaking, he felt Leona's warm hand placed on his right cheek as she gives a soft kiss on the other. It didn't take long for her let go and put on the most sincere, bright smile she could ever give to the young man in front of her.

Leona: Merry Christmas, Shingo Yabuki. Thank you for everything.

Shingo stood there and watches Leona walk away speechless as he slowly places his hand on the kissed cheek and begins to blush bright red, resembling that to a color of a tomato.

Shingo: S-S-S-S-S-S-S-

Rock: (Places an Arm Around Shingo's Shoulder) She kissed you under the Mistletoe, didn't she?

Shingo: (Nodded To the Question While Still Stuttering)

Rock: And now you're debating if you're starting to develop feelings for her or not.

Shingo: (Continues to Nod and Stutter to the Second Question)

Rock: ('Sigh') Yeah. I feel your dilemma on that one, bud. How about we make some hot coco together? It could help put your mind off of this for a few minutes or so.

Shingo: (Slowly Comes Back to Reality) Y-Yeah. (Walks Woth Rock Towands the Kitchen) Coco sounds great right about now.......

Meanwhile

As Leona made her way to the living room, she suddenly stops midway, drops down in a standing, fetal position, and begins to fluster at what has just happened a a minute or two ago.

Leona: (Goddammit Leona Heidern, what have you done just now!? Pulling a stunt out of the blue like that!....I know it's tradition for one person to kiss another under the Mistletoe together, but It was never my intention to leave Shingo-Kun stunned and confused like that! I didn't even have common decency to ask for his consent or anything!! H-Have I truly made things awkward for us? A-And what are these mixed feelings I'm developing right now? I mean, I adore spending time him thus far and I meant every word I said about outside, but-)

????: Oh Leooooooooona~

Leona immediately shrieks and jumps out from her position and onto the floor before seeing Kula happily waving at her with a grin on her face.

Leina: ('Sighs Heavily') Oh....Kula, it's.....you.

Kula: Yep. And don't worry. I won't say a word about what happened to anyone. (Places her Hand onto her Chest) Kula Diamond's swear. Buuuuuut.....(Puts on a Sly Smirk on her Face) You do realize we're gonna have to talk about this eventually, riiiight?~

Leona: (Sighs Once More Before Putting Hand on her Cheek While Blushing Again) I'm aware.....

@tampire

@keyenuta

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@helsic

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@albion-93

[corneroffandom]

Weekly Writing Updates #26 (January 1, 2023)

Once Christmas passed, I accomplished a lot writing-wise. I have a couple of holiday stories I'd still like to finish, but I'm sure I'll have them up this coming week. Hopefully I can keep this up in the new year. One can hope, huh. Things should absolutely calm down for awhile now. There are a lot of things I'd like to do in the new year, and getting somewhere with my writing is definitely top of the list.

Main thing is this is the last update for 2022, so next week will be the first update for the new yeawr. My main plan is to start adding up an annual word count because people were doing writing end of year wrap ups, and I had no idea what to say about my word count because all of my writing is scattered through so many different projects. Hopefully this'll make things easier for me to keep track of.

Back to Basics: 338 World Wrestling Digidestined: 715 Encontrar una Manera: 424 Back to Basics bonus story: 0 Original story: 0 raffle story 2: 0 raffle story #3: 0 Donno/Ren series: 0 25 Days of Fic: 705 A very prompty Christmas: 4039 How Gamora Learns Christmas: 976 Twenty Five-- Questions: 0 Traditions: 1335 Our Future: 2053 Leo's Gift: 1884 New Years drabbles: 0 Passenger: 0 Evidence: 0 Gift fics: 1599 In total: 14068 New fic plot notes: 3 Team Work chapters booked: 0 Old fics uploaded to AO3: 0

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[sluttyshima]

Hot cocoa kisses

Warnings: suggestive content (making out, light petting) but nothing explicit

Characters: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Words: ~1.8k

AN: A repost of a request from my old account.

“It’s a good thing we booked a place for the night,” you comment. Large, wet flakes of snow hit your passenger side window as you watch. “It’s really starting to come down now. The roads are probably going to start getting bad soon.”

Glancing over at your husband, you gauge his reaction. A lot of things make Tamaki nervous, and you wonder if driving in bad weather is one of them. But he seems calm enough, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh, which he squeezes gently when he feels your gaze on him.

“Hopefully it’ll clear up by the time we have to head out in the morning,” he speaks softly. “We still have several hours of driving ahead of us.”

Humming softly in response, you lean your head against the window and let your eyes drift closed. Something about the long car ride has left you feeling exhausted. Hours of sitting with only a couple of short pit stops leave your body feeling cramped and uncomfortable. At least you can ignore the discomfort for a little while by sleeping.

You are awakened by the sound of your car door opening and a blast of icy cold air. Tamaki leans over your body, unbuckling you before lifting you up into his arms bridal style. Ignoring your protests and claims that you aren’t too tired to walk on your own, he carries you up the snow-covered path leading to the small cabin with a large number 18 painted in gold on the door. Snowflakes swirl all around the two of you, limiting your visibility.

The indigo-haired male carries you straight to the bedroom. Barely awake, you simply blink your tired eyes as he leaves and then returns a few minutes later with your overnight bag. He helps you change into the warm pajamas you had packed, and does the bare minimum of your normal nightly routine before pulling the quilts over you and tucking you in. You try to stay awake, wanting to wait for him to finish getting ready for bed. But your body betrays you, and within minutes you are asleep again.

“-roads clear up.” Tamaki’s voice wakes you in the morning. You crack one eye open, noticing him sitting on the edge of the bed with his cell phone pressed to his ear. Not wanting to interrupt him, you simply lay back and listen. “Um, I’m not sure. Hopefully by tomorrow. Yeah. No, we’re okay. Yeah. Okay, we’ll see you guys when we get there. Bye.”

As soon as he ends the call, he turns towards you. When he notices that you are awake, he gives you a small smile. “Good morning, love,” he leans over your body to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm,” you mumble tiredly. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you narrow your eyes at him. “So what was the call about? Is something wrong?”

Your husband sighs. “Well, it looks like there’s a small hitch in our plans. The roads are too dangerous for travel. I called the office and extended our reservation for another night, so we’re fine to stay here for now. But that means we’re going to be a bit late for the holiday festivities.”

For a moment you remain silent, thoughtful. Then, a wide grin spreads over your face. “So what you’re saying is, we get a snow day today?”

At your expression, Tamaki chuckles. “Only you could be this excited about being snowed in,” he teased. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulls you closer so that you’re curled into his side. “I picked up a few things from the little convenience store in the main building. You go get comfortable in front of the fireplace, and I’ll make breakfast.”

Still dressed in your pajamas, you follow him out of the bedroom. Sitting on the Victorian style loveseat, you hold your palms out towards the crackling fire. The smell of food cooking wafts out from the kitchen, making your mouth water.

“Here you go, love,” your husband returns with a tray full of food and two steaming mugs. He places them on the coffee table in front of you before taking a seat next to you.

The two of you begin eating in silence. Lifting one of the mugs to your lips, you take a tentative sip. The taste is rich and chocolatey, the liquid creamy and warm as it slides across your tongue and down your throat. You let out a little hum of appreciation, “Mm, hot cocoa!”

“I thought you would like it,” Tamaki grins. His eyes zero in on a spot at the corner of your mouth. Cupping your face in his hands, he leans forward and kisses you deeply. His tongue slides against your lips, gathering a few stray drops of your drink before pulling back just enough to look in your eyes. “You taste sweet,” he murmurs.

Meal forgotten, you wrap your arms around his neck and tug at his hair as his lips crash against yours again. This time his tongue slides past your lips, the wet muscle exploring every inch of your mouth and rubbing tantalizingly against your own to taste the chocolate flavor that lingers there. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging in slightly as he pulls you into his lap, one leg on either side of him so that you’re straddling him.

You let out a soft sigh as his lips stray from yours, kissing a trail down your jaw to suckle at your neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. “So perfect. I love you so much.”

“Tama,” you gasp as his teeth nip at the junction of your neck and shoulder. It’s so easy to get lost in his sweet words and even sweeter touches. His fingers trail along the curves of your body that he knows so well.

When he eventually pulls back, both of you are breathing heavily. “Sorry,” he says breathlessly. “I didn’t mean for things to get so heated.”

A grin slowly made its way onto your face. “I know of a way that we can cool down.”

Soon, the two of you were bundled up and plodding through the heavy drifts of snow. Tamaki had one of your gloved hands clasped tightly in his own, wanting to help you keep your balance in case you were to slip. The air was frigid, but the multiple layers you wore plus the scarf wrapped around the lower half of your face was keeping you warm enough… for now.

“Hm, should we build a snowman? Or make some snow angels?” you asked.

Your partner used his free hand to rub his chin thoughtfully. “Making snow angels would probably cause the snow to soak through our clothes and we’d have to go inside. So let’s save that for last, and make a snowman first.”

“Sensible as always,” you giggle. “C’mon, baby, let loose a little! This is supposed to be a fun snow day, remember?”

“I know,” he shot back, playfully glaring at you. “And I’m trying to make sure that the day stays fun. Neither of us are going to enjoy ourselves if we end up getting frostbite.”

The two of you continue the teasing banter back and forth even as you begin working together to build the snowman. But when Tamaki’s back is turned towards you, you suddenly have another activity in mind. The ball of snow you form is far too small to be useful for your snowman, but it’s the perfect size to throw.

“Hey babe,” you call out, trying to get his attention. As soon as he turns towards you, you let the snowball fly. It pelts him in the shoulder, catching him off guard. Before he can react, you’re running away, trying to hide behind a nearby tree.

Eyes wide, it takes him a moment to process what has just happened. But then he begins to grin, and his eyes narrow at you. “Oh love, you have no idea what you’ve just started.”

You feel like a child again as you and your husband chase each other and throw snowballs. The sound of laughter and playful squeals echo in the otherwise silent forest around you. The once crisp white blanket of snow is now covered in footprints.

As you let another snowball fly, aiming for the back of Tamaki’s head, he turns. You shout in an attempt to warn him, but it’s too late. The projectile smashes into his face, crumbling away into a light powder.

Hands coming to cover your gaping mouth, you stare in shock as you wait for his reaction. Is he going to be angry at you? You didn’t hurt him, did you?

“Oh, you little minx.” The grin that he sends your way is almost predatory, sending shivers down your spine. “I suggest you run, sweetheart. I’ll even give you a three second head start.”

You spin around, immediately sprinting in the opposite direction. Your heart is racing as you hear him loudly count down from three. And then the sound of snow crunching underfoot warns you that he has given chase, and is quickly gaining on you.

“I’m sorry!” you scream, just as his arms wrap tightly around your waist. You squeal as he lets himself fall sideways, pulling you with him into the snow. He rolls over so that his body is on top of yours, causing you to sink into the cold white drift below you. Freezing cold hands settle on either side of your face, squishing your cheeks together as he kisses every exposed inch of skin.

In between peals of laughter, you barely manage to gasp out the words, “Tama, baby, stop! I give, okay? You win, you win!”

His nose nuzzles against yours, and he presses one last kiss to your lips. Then he reaches for your hand, helping you up and cradling you against his chest. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, indigo eyes roaming up and down your form as he scans you for any signs of injury.

“No,” you assure him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. “But I am starting to get pretty cold now. Should we head inside?”

Instead of answering, he lifts you up into his arms and begins carrying you back towards the cabin. Once he crosses the threshold, he sets you down gently. “I’ll make us some more hot cocoa,” he says. “While you change into some dry clothes.”

The rest of the day is spent cuddling in front of the fire with your husband - sharing warmth, stories, and several hot cocoa flavored kisses.

[starshipsofstarlord]

hi!! first of all, congrats on 2k!! that's super amazing & you totally deserve it!! also, for the 2k followers blurb event, could you maybe write an allison x lydia x reader platonic-best-friends-type-thing? if not that's totally okay. congrats again!! :)

thankyou sm hun!!!! This is the first blurb that I’ve gotten and I’m so excited, here ya go hun, please enjoy xxxx

Car Ride

Pairings | bestfriend!Lydia x reader, bestfriend!Allisonxreader, bestfriend!Lydia x Allison

Warnings | mentions of sex, mentions of allison x scott breakup, mentions of death, tiny smudge of angst

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

Seated in the back of Lydia’s Toyota, you fiddled with your phone, as Allison took shotgun, and the owner of the car herself was behind the wheel, gripping it firmly with her manicured hands. Her fingertips tapped against the wheel, as she waited at the stoplight.

“Are you sure that I can’t like, I don’t know, jump out of this car, and avoid this triple date that has the possibility of turning into a teenage orgy, and like hang out with Isaac or something? He told me he has this new trick in lacrosse and I want to watch.”

Lydia tutted at you from the front, shaking her strawberry blonde head at your naivety. “Honey, he is not wanting to show you his lacrosse skills. I’d be worried if the moves he was hinting at happened on that field, more so if the rest of the team were around. Now that would be an orgy.”

“Ew.” Allison laughed. It felt strange, a good strange, to have the hunter back after summer break. After her mother died, she had left, breaking up with Scott, which now gave Lydia the perfect opportunity to set the brunette up with a random guy from school. Of course, she had to drag you into it too though. “No orgies thank you.” She wrinkled her nose adorably, making you lightly laugh at her.

“Isaac was not hitting on me Lyds, everyone like him has a thing for Erica, or had. I don’t know where she is now, but I’m sure she has a whole flock of werewolves chasing her blonde tail.” Crossing your arms, you allowed your cellular device to drop on your lap, as you leant back in the seat.

“Pack.” Lydia corrected you, making the girl in the seat beside her quirk a brow at her correction. “A mass of werewolves is called a pack. I even read that sometimes, werewolves try to be discreet to their flirting, other times, in Isaac’s case, not so much.”

“Well that wasn’t a page from the library.” You rolled your eyes at her, turning your face to glance out the window, fumbling back as you saw a sight that made you jump. Stiles was waving, unexpectedly in your sights as you gulped, trying to ignore him.

“Hey.” A yell hollered out of the Jeep’s window, as he began to bark profusely towards the three of you. Scott tried to calm him down, but instead, Lydia put her foot on the gas, avoiding them simply by driving off.

“Back to topic, I don’t need a damned book to tell me what’s obvious. Like it’s blatantly obvious that neither one of you want to go on this date, but me, being the good friend that I am, are forcing the pair of you to venture out of your comfort zones.”

“Good and forcing don’t really work that well in a sentence.” You bit politely back, watching as she huffed back at you, sending you a sly wink through the rear view mirror.

“Technically it was a reflection of how, in the past, have made me fight a werewolf, and my ex who ended up being a snake, literally.” She shrugged, pouting as Allison changed the station on the radio.

The road grew dark, the only thing briefly illuminating the road being the head lights of the car. There was a feeling of dread churning in your stomach, as your eyes nervously flickered back and forth ahead. You weren’t sure why but- holy cow.

No, that was the wrong noun. Holy deer! It’s antlers splintered through the wind screen, evoking shrill noises out of each of you, and hurriedly, you escaped the confines of the car. “Are you alright?” Scott and Stiles appeared, revealing that they had been purposely travelling down the same road as you all.

But that didn’t matter, not as you were revelled in shock. Not just by the occurrence, but by the deluding sense of feeling prior. Things were overall weird, and.. supernatural, how did you know that you weren’t the same?

“It just came out of nowhere- I.” Allison stumbled over her words to Scott. And stiles was practically all over Lydia, gushing about her safety, leaving you to hold your arms to enclose yourself in some kind of contact.

A small smile made its way onto your face as you watched Lydia lightly shove Stiles away, and walked towards you, embracing you. Soon Allison joined, calming and soothing your nerves, as you half clung to them.

“I guess we’re not going to be going on that date?” You asked hopefully, amusing the pair of them as Lydia brushed your hair back, relaxing you. Allison removed her jacket, hanging it over your arms, watching contently as you held it tighter around yourself.

Without them, your life would be ordinary... maybe. Without them, you’d have no safe guard nor feeling of acceptance. The dead deer laid upon the hood of Toyota, you could practice feel it staring holes into you, despite its eyes being directed away from you.

“I’m gonna have to call a tow.” Lydia annoyedly mumbled against your head, bringing her phone out, the screen lighting up to reveal nothing more than a picture of you three. You were wrapped in each other’s arms, grand smiles upon all your faces, taken before the summer.

During the holiday, it was clear something had been missing, and here she was, beside you. You tugged the brunette closer, not missing how she tried to secretly glance at her ex, not that you minded. There was history there, but there was to one day be history with you three two, and a future, if you all remained alive...

But for now, this moment would last, forever in your mind. It would be one thing that got you through everything else that had yet to come, even if you were freezing cold, with your legs shaking from wearing that dress that Lydia had persuaded her into.

[nevenabadr]

It's a Twin Thing: Part 1. Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Note: English is not my first language or Romanian. Also, this was written in a hurry as I was babysitting.

Y/A: your name

The story is in second-person, thus, the reader is the main character.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

My Sebastian Stan’s fan chats on WhatsApp; we support Supernatural too, that’s why the Winchester are mentioned.

Word count: 2568

Warnings: Smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback, please. 🖤…

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It was a hot summer's day when you came home early to surprise your boyfriend, who is finally off from his duties as an actor and having a little time off for a holiday. You and Sebbie, your boyfriend of a year, now decided to stay in New York, as he missed being in his favourite place on earth.

You were early, holding lots of bags that were blocking your sight to the door. All worth it, because you will be able to cook him a homemade meal and show him that new lingerie you have got. If he forgot, you will remind him where home is.

You put everything down and took off your shoes; you started unbuttoning your blouse and taking off your pants. You were eager to take a shower and start cook for him.

You opened the bathroom door, and he was standing there fixing his hair in front of the mirror, yet he turned to face you. Before he spills a word.

You muttered, "Hey, I did not know you will be early."

You narrowed the gap between the two of you and taking his lips to meet yours in an intense kiss.

You missed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, making the kiss sensual and he had no problem putting his hands on the curves of your waist pulling you closer to him.

When you broke the kiss, you took a moment to look into his eyes “Bebelus, there is something different about you."

He was blushing and puzzled "Yes!" He sighed, "you have mistaken me for Seabase, did not you."

You jumped a step forward in panic "James? Oh, my God! I am so sorry."

You were trying to cover your body and confusion took over you.

"But you kissed me back." You were angry that almost slapped him, but he dodged your hand.

"Easy doll, I am sorry?" He came off guilty.

"I heard things about you. I did not know you would be your e." You spoke while your eyes gazed upon the floor.

"My plane arrived this morning. I am so sorry that Seabass did not tell you." He kept fixing his hair, which is identical to Sebastian.

"We got on the wrong foot your e, but can you please give me a moment?" You pointed at your body as you were wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"Oh! I will be outside." He shut the door behind him as he left.

You turned on the water and let it run, washing away your impressment.

James is Sebastian's identical twin. James Buchanan Barns and Sebastian Stan Barnes. Stan was Sebastian's middle name, something related to his mother's Romanian roots.

James has a military classified job, while his brother made a career for himself in acting.

Not even their mother could tell them apart, except that Sebastian is a dork and James, as they call him Bucky, is an easy-going ladies-man.

When you finished showing and dressing up. The sound from the kitchen seemed as if your boyfriend was having a loud conversation with himself.

They even sound identical, you thought to yourself, gathered your strength and stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey, guys," you waved for both of them.

"Oh, baby! Bucky told me about the incident" the twin with jogging clothes came and wrapped his arms around you.

You almost stopped him "Sebbie, baby, is that you?"

Yes, Y/N." He kissed your forehead and then your lips.

"I am so sorry, that I forgot to mention that Bucky was coming." He soothed you with another sweet kiss.

"We were not introduced properly," Bucky said playfully

"This is Y/A, my girlfriend and lady of the house." He said, then pointed at Bucky, "this is the famous, James Buchanan, Bucky, my mysterious brother."

"Seabase told poems of you. I am sorry that we have that incident," he implied the earlier kiss.

"No, worries" you am smiled and extend a hand "Welcome to our home, Bucky" he took your hand and smiled calmly.

At the dinner table, Sebastian and Bucky were laughing and catching up. You were calm and just appreciating the home-cooked dinner by Bucky.

"You are talented at cooking." You were enjoying the cuisine.

"I, the chief, and Seabase were the tidy one." He looked at his brother, "we are a team of cooking and cleaning."

Except that, I don't cook," Sebastian said joked

“Bucky, you know it is today?” Sebastien was busy eating.

Bucky was stunned “a family and friends gathering!” “You are going to see the gang.” Sebastien was rather excited about this more than anything you have seen before.

Georgeta Orlovschi, or as her official name now, Georgetta Stan was a lovely woman, a Romanian immigrant who fell in love with an American to a marriage that brought the best thing in her to the world, the twins; James and Sebastian.

As a violinist and part of the New York Opera House, she met their father, Mr William Barnes, a well-known handsome conductor who made her world perfect.

The world was perfect until she had to change diapers and stay up with William by her side.

William was of a well-known wealthy family, but Mrs Barnes was an Eastern European woman. She wanted to have deities by herself and not to have servants to do all the work.

Her friend Mary Winchester, the wife of William's closest friend, John — was the nicest woman you can meet, a Taxes woman. Mary was like Mrs Barnes. She did not like servants to do the job; she took upon duties of her firstborn, Dean, and later she had Sam, a few years before the Twins.

The boys grow up together.

Dean took the eldest brother's duties to the bone. Even when the new kid, Steve Rogers, became best friends with Bucky; he took him under his wing.

The gang, no one could touch his brother or their friends.

Soon after they entered Middle School and Dean was a senior, Steve got into a fight. Dean came close to the boys to find Bucky just leaving his book aside and taking the ground by his friend.

Sebastian was the one in front of both. No one hurt Steve.

Sam hurried to Dean for safety. Dean arrived and tried to calm everyone down "Steve said he was sorry." He smirked at the boy, who was angry and demanded to bully Steve.

While Sebastian and Sam were trying to hold Steve back, "I can do this all day."

Bucky did not give anyone else a chance to speak as he bunched the bully right in the nose, which got everyone in trouble, which Dean wanted to take the responsibility for. Detention and forever to be recorded in his file.

Dean Winchester did not care for his record, just the young boys to be well.

But finally, the boys came clean to their father; Bucky was homeschooled for the rest of the year and Sebastian refused to go back to school until his brother joined him back.

They were all a mischievous gang with Dean Winchester as the head.

Days passed, and each got into their ways; Dean with Harvard school as his father pulled a connection to forget the file problem. Dean was already qualified enough.

Sam went to Stanford, Bucky and Steve picked a military life, and Sebastian was all about acting.

It was his first time alone overseas, the Shakespeare's Globe yet had another surprise for him, a friend; Anthony Mackie, an American talent who became Sebastian's best friend.

The gang was getting bigger and louder.

Mrs Barnes had the entire gang and their families for a gathering. James, Bucky, as he liked to be called, is finally back after an entire year in God-knows-what military work.

After dinner, the gang was laughing and drinking.

Dean smirked at Sebastian "You got a good girl over here."

"A great kisser too." Bucky teased.

"What do you have in mind, Dean?" Sam teased Dean because he knows what he will spill next.

"You gotta do the twin thing." Dean raised his bottle of beer.

Steve's eyes widened "what twin thing, exactly"

"My man, Dean wants Seabase to go wild." Anthony laughed at the idea.

Dean explained, "a sandwich with her in the middle and the outer layers are twins."

Sam tried to elaborate "if the middle was a girl unless other preferences and so."

Steve was blushing at the idea while Bucky and Sebastian were looking at each other.

"Don't scrunch your nose" Sebastian looked at Bucky.

Bucky tilted his head and give him the puppy eyes "adventures, please."

Then Dean joined him for bagging "please."

"Alright, Alright." Sebastian took a sip of his beer "only with consent.

At that moment Anthony gives Dean ten "You won."

Steve was just irritated at the idea and he kept eyeing his bottle "I can't believe you, guys"

"Dean always wins," Sam shrugged.

You were heading closer to the boys, who were laughing.

"Are not we going home?" You asked Sebastian.

"Yes, babe."

He excused the gang and Bucky followed with the boys waving and clapping.

"They seem happy and excited. Are not they." You waved at them while speaking to Sebastian, but the reply came from Bucky "they should be. And hopefully, will be,"

Back in the car, Sebastian hesitated, but he told you why they were laughing.

“Dean wants you to try what?” You were completely shocked.

“The twin-thing.” Bucky sounded excited.

Sebastian took your hand in his, “baby, it’s a silly boys’ bet.”

You looked at him, “are you going to let Dean win?” and you smirked.

Bucky explained the rules. It has to be a sex sandwich with both of them, but no sex while they are in their mum's house.

“God only knows how she might react to this.” Sebastiana sighed.

Bucky laughed and explained, “an eastern European woman, she might get them a priest to perform an exorcism on us.”

“Or sanctify the house.” Sebastien completed his twin’s explanation.

They agreed Bucky will stay at Sebastian’s house for the night until they plan the twins’ thing.

The next morning, after you all had eaten breakfast together, you were cleaning the table. You will keep bumping into Bucky.

His torso to your back, kissing the exposed parts of your skin. You titled your head on your back to give him room.

His hands will travel under your clothes. His girl was wearing nothing but your skill PJ of pair of shorts and a top.

Dean's words have got straight to Bucky’s head, that he has been imagining having the twin-thing with his brother’s girlfriend.

Bucky reached the kitchen, and he almost dropped the plates.

His brother was kissing Y/N, who closed his eyes completely as Sebastian was squeezing your butt with a hand and they together are caressing your nipple about the silk.

You moaned; Bucky felt himself getting hard.

Yet, you felt Sebastian's hard length against your butt. You turned to kiss him with parted lips, looking to consume him.

Their tongue met and the sounds of their kissing made Bucky, who was at the edge and impulsively tried to hide his aroused length.

Sebastian opened his eyes as he parted from the kiss. Y/A twirled to meet Bucky's eyes and peeking at his lower body.

"Poor Bucky." You stepped closer to him, you kissed him first, yet he opened his eyes, waiting for Sebastian's approval, who gave him a wave to go ahead.

You kissed Bucky and slides your hand to stock his length above the sweat pants he was wearing.

Bucky moaned against your lips and wrapped his arms around you for a moment to deepen the kiss.

At that same time, Sebastian paced to lay kisses on your shoulder and squeeze your butt.

You started moaning, parted from Bucky, to meet Sebastian at a kiss

"Better take it to the bedroom." You said in between your moaning and breath.

You walked with the twin brothers to the bedroom, yet could not take off their hands off your body.

In the bedroom, Sebastian pulled down your shorts, and Bucky took off your top.

"Bucky, you are beautiful, Y/A," he said as he keeps kissing the soft spot under your ears and lowers down your breast.

"You better underdress to boys," you ordered and both of them took off their clothes at once.

Before starting anything, Bucky looked at Sebastien, who understood his brother immediately.

“Second drawer in the nightstand near his bed.” Sebastian pointed to Bucky, who was full of condoms, lubricant, and some toys.

You twirled around Bucky for a moment "nothing I have not seen before" you

Ran your fingers on his skin till touching his length and teasing his slit that was dripping pre-cum.

Yet, before Bucky put the condom on his length, you got down and tasted him, “tasty,” you whipped your lips and helped him to wear the condom

Then moved to Sebastian and kissed him "oh, that chest is getting rough again." You kissed his lips and lower to his jaw and neck.

Then you winked at Sebastian playfully to drop on four to take his full length between your lips.

You sucked him slowly. Bucky was watching your butt against him and your inviting lady delicate area was pumping with a need that he could not keep himself from entering you all at once.

You clenched him inside you, milking him and you were bobbing your head, milking Sebastian with your mouth as squeezing his balls.

Sebastian gripped your hair and Bucky put his hands on your hips, entering you, as you were getting tighter and closer.

"I am closed," Sebastian muttered breathlessly as he came inside your mouth. You swallowed him whole.

On the other hand, Bucky was close, Sebastian took a step back to let you rest on four, you were moaning and Bucky banging himself harder against you. The voice of their skin clashing and moaning were loud that the rest Sebastian was getting harder again.

Bucky wanted you closer to him, he pulled you up and rested your head on his chest and squeezed your breasts "cum for me now doll," he ordered as biting the side of your neck and squeezing your breasts and you were so tight that Sebastian came close and stocked your clitoris to give you more pleasure. You were standing between the skin of the two brothers.

With almost shut eyes, looking at Sebastian who was stocking your clitoris, then he kissed you down till his tongue reached your soft part. After two strokes with his tongue on your clitoris. You were so tight around Bucky that he could not see in front of him as he cum hard at the same time you felt the shaking electric power of your orgasm.

You were about to collapse that Sebastian carried you to the bed. You laid together between the two brothers.

"That was wow," Bucky muttered breathlessly.

Sebastian asserted playfully, "round two"

"Maybe later tonight?" You rolled and kissed Sebastian.

The three of you were laughing and Bucky closed his eyes to rest.

You put a leg on Sebastian's tights, getting closer to his body, feeling Bucky's chest hugging you from behind.

The head of their bodies calmed that the three of you slept in harmony.

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✶    —   of gift-giving  ;    d.d.

summary: set post-s2 finale. din deals with the loss of the child. it’s life day. 

pairing: din djarin x mechanic!reader

a/n: happy holidays, babes, enjoy a little emotional blurb on christmas eve. i hope this serves as a happy little distraction from the world tonight. i love you all. stay happy and stay healthy. 

what do you get a man who has just lost his whole world?

before, it seemed like the possibilities for a life day gift were endless.

new modded-out wing thrusters for the razor crest were now out of the question (because the razor crest itself is out of the question), and that set of little, woolen jumpers you’d set aside after a trip to yavin’s third moon have no use. 

and, you seriously doubt din would find little joy in a new blaster. after all, he had enough anxiety resting in the palm of his hand alongside the darksaber — new weaponry would, no doubt, send him into an (increasingly more common) silent spiral.

everything was different now.

you’d seen his face that day, with the horrible moff gideon at your feet as a jedi knight’s robes kissed the polished floor. in the absence of his son — his kin as close as blood — there was something sad that settled into the lines beneath his eyes. if he cried, you did not see. no, you hid your intrigue; when he turned, helmet at his feet, your eyes hit the floor. habit.

but, that is different now.

now, on the eve of life day, you’ve grown accustomed to din’s face and the hot stir the sight of it brings. the feelings you bore for din are common place — they’ve burrowed a home in your heart for cycles, even before the child, back when you were simply an on-hand mechanic from mos eisley. din had taken you into his crew, and... well, you hadn’t looked back.

the kid — grogu — cemented the fact that maybe this was where you really did belong: among the stars, beside a man in glimmering beskar armor. 

at times, it was like he held the world in his hands. eagerly, he showed you what he could. it was one of din’s gifts — silent kindness that seeped deep into his every act. he had a good heart, despite his attempts at seeming more like a stand-offish rogue. 

this place, once home to jabba desilijic tiure, remains unnamed. boba fett has yet to find a fitting name for the sprawling castle in the dunes — but, for now, it is a haven for both din and yourself. fett, in age old warrior wisdom, can see that din is not himself. this period of mourning must be spent in a place of safety. 

every evening, over dinner, you thank fett. every night, those warm, brown eyes — as deep as warm amber — crinkle just a bit at the edges from your words. he can tell you mean it. if not for your sake, then for din’s. 

tonight, dinner is meager, but you happily inhale the ration aside fennec in the main hall. where dancers once leapt over the rancor pit like stars leaping across the night sky, the lot of you eat. 

din is silent. his jaw tenses when fett spares him a wondering look. between the two mandalorians, nothing is said, yet there are a thousand words. din is quick to finish. you watch has he rises, fetches his helmet, and wipes at his chin.

his footsteps lead far from the hall. 

boba speaks curtly. 

“go to him.”

your mouth is full of quickened bread, throat dry as you swallow down the oats that had been scooped up on the piece. you feel like a prey, pinned in place by fennec and fett. yet, no one is going for your throat. it is, in fact, kindness that’s seeped into their gazes. 

boba’s warm voice is cadenced with a gentle tone. 

“... and happy life day, sweet one.”

you find din alone, out the front gate and staring up at the stars. he’s perched on the edge of the long stone slab that once marked the entrance to the palace — but time and the changing tides of the sand have eroded the mound away, leaving a sharp drop off into the dunes below. there is another dune, to the left, that leads up to the palace now. fennec’s footprints remain from the earlier to trek into town. 

you watch as the wind, gentle and slow, begins to brush them away.

the twin suns are hot, still, despite having retired below the horizon nearly half an hour ago now. the sky is pink and hot red and it paints din all sorts of hues.

the little gift in your back pocket feels heavier than ever now.

“din?”

your voice is met with a grunt.

his head turns, slowly and ever-so owlishly, at the call. you near.

“i have something for you.”

when you settle on the edge, hip touching his, you’re comforted by his silence. it’s the usual sort, not the kind tipped with sorrow. you wonder — hopefully — if that’s your doing. or, maybe, you’ve caught him in a good mood.

“a gift?” he asks. his voice rattles through the vocalizer in his helmet and suddenly you miss the warm sound it carries when dancing off his lips, unburdened by the beskar. 

“it’s... it’s life day,” you say slowly, “or, well. tomorrow is, i suppose.”

“i...” a pause, then his helmet tilts, “i didn’t get you anything.”

you wave his words off, leaning to reach into your back pocket. you smooth your tunic and swing your boots. the little parcel, wrapped childishly in some tawny colored fabric you found laying around, sits in the palm of your hand neatly. 

the bundle, in din’s eyes, says a lot about you — about your feelings towards him. suddenly, with the force of a thousand thrusters, din realizes he hasn’t been very kind to you these last few weeks. he’s been frustrated and upset and angry and sad, so terribly sad, but...

he can see, in the lines below your eyes, that you have been too. 

“here.”

he takes it. and with one hand, reaches up to pull his helmet from his head.

the mop of brown hair is always a surprise. it makes you smile. a dash of happiness that comes as quick as it goes. din barely catches it. he wishes, earnestly, it would stay for longer.

“should i...?”

“go ahead, open it.”

he pulls back the delicately tied fabric, and all at once feels his heartstring snap.

it’s the gear knob. 

that stupid, small, scratched to hell gear knob that the kid was so obsessed with. he’d managed to scrap it from the wreck but... 

you’d gotten a hold of it. and you’d fashioned it into....

well, he isn’t quite sure.

you lean. 

“boba and i were speaking a week or so ago about armor,” you say slowly, “he used to have trophies on his pauldron, but he mentioned that some embellishments can be highly sentimental. so...”

din pulls the knob, and realizes it’s welded to a chain and at the end of the chain lays a clasp. 

“might make some noise, clang around a bit but...”

“thank you.”

his eyes are brown. you hadn’t forgot, but still, the sight makes your heart hammer. his nose is sharp and strong, and his lips are upturned in a delicate sort of smile. you wonder how often that look graces his face. how often does it hide beneath his beskar, like the rest of him?

“it’s not much.”

“it’s everything.”

you make a sad sound then. you lean back on your palms. the sand digs into the pads of your fingers. din’s eyes follow you, and he frowns.

“i haven’t been... i haven’t been there for you,” he says suddenly, already moving to clasp the totem to his armor, “and i’m sorry.”

the knob sways. it glimmers in the setting sun and tinkers against the beskar like a bell. 

“we both lost him, din,” you say tenderly, “i haven’t exactly been ready to accept the fact.”

“i know, but,” he lets out a ragged sigh. his gloved hand reaches up to rub his jaw. to din, the action seems foreign despite being a recent addition to his body language, “we still have one another.”

a beat. a slip of silence.

“and i don’t want to lose you as well.”

the admission is soft.

it’s all you really needed for life day. 

you turn your head, eyes pulled from the setting suns, and find din’s. his face is calm. the sorrow there has retired for now. you touch his cheek gently. the feeling of stubble beneath your fingertips feels different — so different from when you’d touch it with your eyes screwed shut in the belly of the razor crest.

you kiss him. and he kisses you. 

everything is different now, but some things are still the same.