#i am a blushing flattered bean

[crazybutgood]

AKFHJWJFJ oh my god??? Not me crying over the sweetness I just 🥺🥺 Thank you so much for your sweet words @thesleepiesthufflepuff omg 😭💖💖💖 You are a wonderful friend too and just a lovely person!! This means so much to me aghhh just,, all my love to you as well 🥰 And @yours-drarry !! thank you for your kind words as well 😭😭🫶🫶 I really appreciate it so much wow you are far too nice ❣️🙏

Sending this love letter to @crazybutgood! Not only is CBG such a phenomenal writer and origami artist, but she's also an incredible friend. When I think of kindness in this fandom, I think of her. She's always willing to beta or help out in any kind, and it's because of people like her that I keep coming back to drarry. All of my love to you, CBG, and thank you for all that you do! 💞

🥺🙌 perfect words to describe someone as kind and talented as @crazybutgood! I can’t imagine this space without her encouraging and uplifting presence; she does so much for creators and her gorgeous origami art, creative reclists and cool playlists always make me smile! You can check cbg’s archive here. Come collect some well-deserved love, my friend!

[nanamiscocksleeve]

May I request a situation where Kento suddenly turns corrupt in a way that he loses all respect and simply wants to sexually take advantage of fem!reader? Just fucking her rough like a rag doll. Whether it be a curse or aphrodisiac (that can be up to your amazing imagination) But of course, there’s consent and miss reader has a ball with it.

Ohhhh! This is what I needed to break back into writing JJK. But I feel like there's defiinitely some work out there where Kento rough fucks his s/o thanks to a curse or aphrodisiac and I was struggling to write something that felt fresh. This might be a little softer than what was asked because while I'm ok with writing degradation, I think Kento would struggle quite a bit with this.

I hope I've done this justice!

Warnings: MDNI, degradation, derogatory name calling, CNC, objectification, dacryphilia, free use, rough sex, S&M

Use Me

It's a quiet evening as your husband brings you a warm cup of coffee, pressing a kiss to you head as he sits next to you. He stretches and lets out a breath, relishing the peace, and puts an arm around you, drawing you closer for comfort. You sip quietly and appear lost in thought. Ever observant, Kento quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Something on your mind?" To his surprise, your eyes flick up to his over the coffee cup and a blush starts to dust over your cheeks and nose. "What's with that face?" Kento smiles, flattered at the sight and puts a hand on your wrist to lower the coffee cup. Your lips twist into an embarrassed smile and you shake your head, looking away.

"It's nothing I was just thinking about something." You sip and put the mug down on the table. Kento notices the way you hold yourself, the slight tension in your shoulders and the way your eyes look like you want to divulge a secret but were unsure if you should do so. The hand on your wrist slides and he lays his large, warm, hand over yours.

"What is it sweetheart?" He brushes away some stray strands of hair from your face. You bite your lip doubtfully, then decide to spill the beans. "Kento, there's something I want us to...try." You say in a strange tone, like you're still weighing the cons. Kento nods, encouraging you to go on.

"It's...related to sex."

This catches his interest. "Oh?"

"Yeah. It might not be something you're into."

"Try me." He reassuringly pulls you against him, allowing you a grateful moment of privacy as you hide your face in his neck. You clear your throat and continue.

"I want you to take advantage of me. Sexually."

"Am I not already doing that?" Kento jokes but you shake your head, your hair tickling his skin.

"I mean...I want to be used. Objectified. Degraded. Made to feel like I'm just a toy for your entertainment." You pause and he feels you take in a deep breath before continuing. "I basically want you to reduce me to being holes that you use for your pleasure and nothing more."

Kento's heart pounds in his chest as you word your request. "You want me to use you like that?"

"Yeah. And like, I don't want you to be gentle either. I want you to be rough. Like leave bite marks all over me. Don't have sex with me. Fuck me. Roughly. Hard." The blood in his veins grows hot and he pets your hair.

"Are you sure?"

"It's something I always wanted to try. Not that I don't like how it is now. But. I didn't know how to ask." You feel his lips nuzzle your ear and his hands reassuringly stroke your back.

"Sweetheart you know I'm willing to try a lot of things. But I never want to compromise your safety or well-being. I can be rough if you want. But you need to tell me if it's too much. I can't stand the thought of doing something that'll hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. And we have our safe word. I promise to use it." There's a moment of silence as Kento imagines how this would go. You're his favorite person in the whole world, whom he loves and respects. But at the same time, this idea has him incredibly aroused, the thought of using you to his will and forcing you to submit to debauched acts that he's never allowed himself to think about.

He presses another soft kiss to your forehead.

"If it'll make you happy then all right."

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You whimper as Kento bites your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, wiping away the blotch with his thumb. He's unrecognizable to you. You've only seen him like before for a specific scenario; when he's hunting down a curse. It sends a skitter of fear through you but also brings forth a strong rush of arousal that makes your cunt clench in need.

"Now remember slut, you're mine to be used. And I'm only letting you rest after I've fucked and filled you to my satisfaction. And if I hear you complaining, know that I have better uses for that mouth. Now on your knees."

You kneel, keeping your eyes trained on the floor, feeling your heart pounding at what was about to happen. Kento roughly yanks your head up by your hair. "Open."

You part your lips then gasp as he shoves his cock without warning, sliding the hard flesh down your throat. You try to relax your muscles, choking in relief as he comes up then repeats the action. You're on the verge of gagging before he gives you reprieve. Saliva drips from your mouth as he gathers your hair and pushes back in, holding you firmly in place until your nose hits his pubes before thursting forcefully, grunting at the slickness of your wet, willing mouth.

You feel your breathless from the effort of keeping him in your mouth, feeling him nearly touching the entrance to your throat, tears streaming from your eyes as you struggle to accomodate all of him. When he finally pulls out you take in a thankful breath of air, spluttering from the freedom.

"Pathetic. Can't even deepthroat cock. What good are you?" His hands wrap around your throat just hard enough to give you that dizzying light-headed feeling as your brain is deprived of air before letting go. He pauses, watching you writhe on the floor to catch your breath. Once it steadies, he commands you.

"Crawl."

Turned on and feeling debased, you get on your hands and knees and start crawling on the floor, your ass jiggling with each movement that you make. You hear footsteps then squeal as Kento's hand slaps the soft flesh. You freeze as the sting ripples through you before Kento jerks your head back by your hair.

"I didn't say to stop crawling. Stupid whore. Who said you can stop just because you felt a little pain?" He brings his hand down repeatedly as you pathetically begin to crawl again, sniffing as you go.

"Crying when you know this all you're good for? Stop acting like you're above this." He leaves your ass smarting, red and pulsing from his abuse. His calloused hands grab your fleshy cheeks and spread them apart and he chuckles darkly. "Don't tell me you're turned on."

You whimper as you feel him insert a finger into your moist hole, probing forcefully before withdrawing. "Just when I thought you could sink no lower. You really are nothing but a basic piece of meat just hoping a cock will fill you and make you feel like you have a purpose."

His finger withdraws and he pulls you up abruptly, his hands harshly squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples aggressively and earning a keening noise from you, your whole body feeling a sensitive blob. He twists and pulls, and you squirm in his grasp, causing him to growl and grip your chin, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Stop acting like you want to escape." He firmly spanks your pussy and your body jolts from the surprise, a cry leaving you. "You crave this. Want this. Because deep down, you know there's nothing more you want than to be a glorified fucktoy. That's all. You're a vessel to hold my cum, if I decide you're worthy enough to receive it."

He pushes one of your breasts up to his mouth and suckles roughly and you can feel the edges of his teeth skimming along the sensitive peaks. Kento releases it and does the same for the other, and just when your senses start to calm down, he sinks his teeth into the nipple, just hard enough for you make a noise of pain. He smirks.

"Oh. So you do have a limit." He bites the other nipple with similar force and you let out a broken sob. "Tsk. You're not very good at being a fucktoy are you?"

He shoves you to the bed and you fall on the soft mattress. You hear the clink of chains and see him securing handcuffs around your ankles before securing the free ends to the bedposts, angling your legs so that they're spread apart wide. Your wet pussy is exposed to his feral eyes and he licks his lips at the sight of the glistening membranes. He flicks your clit cruelly, enjoying the way you twitch and struggle.

"Oh you're dumb aren't you? Haven't you learned what happens when you try to avoid me?" He spanks your clit again, and your eyes roll back into your head as you try to separate the confusing blur of pain and pleasure that shoots through you body.

"Why is it that the more pain I give you, the wetter your dumb whore cunt gets?" The resounding echo of his palm on your wet folds gets louder with each slap until your clit is swollen and red from the repeated blows.

"Look at that. You actually want more after all that." Before you can process what's happening, Kento shifts on the bed and plunges his hard cock into your pussy. The stretch makes you sob because you weren't quite ready for him, the push slightly painful, but as you adjust to him, the feeling fades. His movements are harsh and selfish, swiftly bottoming out each time and hitting your cervix, setting a brutal pace that has you feeling like you might black out.

You let out a shocked squeak as his thumb starts to manhandle your clit, brushing over it in savage strokes that bring you dangerously close to the edge. Strings of incoherent noises spill from your lips, sounding more and more animalistic as your brain turns off all rational thought and begins to fill with need. You just wanted to orgasm, then have the satisfaction of Kento's seed filling your wet channel, to feel him soften inside you before the next round....

You let a quivering wail as your orgasm hits and Kento huffs in satisfaction as he feels your walls clenching him as you cum. Your feet thrash against their restraints as the ripple of orgasmic pleasure rocks your body. "You can't help it can you? Being a cumslut?"

His hips start to pick up pace and slam into you as he chases his orgasm, his breathing becoming ragged, hands digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he uses your hole to satisfy the raging, primal need that's fuelling his actions. His movements become sloppy and the edges of his vision start to blur.

"Here it comes. Your reward. Try not to spend it all in once place." With a final thrust, thick ropes of cum start to fill your insides and he shudders with the satisfaction. A moment passes before he pulls out of you, leaking his seed as he withdraws. You lay spent and exhausted on the bed.

Kento finally breaks character and crouches over you. "You didn't use your safe word."

"I didn't need to."

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[milaisreading]

Sae acts cold, arrogant, and egoistic but when the reader is around him he turns into a soft and gentle simp for her.

🌱🩷: Someone asked me to do a one shot of that one post I made abt Sae simping for Isagi's sister. So I might as well write it like this! Hope u like it!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

"Sis, can we get these? Mom won't mind, right?" Yoichi wondered, pointing at the box of chocolate that he was holding. (Y/n) looked away from the list Iyo gave her earlier and at the item her brother was holding.

"Hmm I don't know. Didn't you have enough sweets already?"

"Please. I didn't indulge in them for months. Blue Lock is torture." Yoichi pleaded with her for a good minute until (Y/n) ended up sighing and nodding her head.

"Fine. Put it in." She said, showing him the basket.

"Thanks, sis. You are the best!" Yoichi cheered, causing (Y/n) to blush a little.

"Ahh~ me? No, I am not. Don't flatter me too much." She laughed a little, not noticing someone looking at them.

"Ah... You two are here?" (Y/n) and Yoichi jumped in surprise and turned to look at the familiar figure.

"Sae-san? What are you doing here?" (Y/n) wondered as Yoichi raised an eyebrow at that as well.

"Mom wanted us to visit some family friends here in Saitama. I just grew bored of her picking what to buy as a present." Sae shrugged, causing (Y/n) to laugh a little.

"Ah~ it's not easy to pick gifts."

"Wait, is Rin here, too?" Yoichi raised an eyebrow, earning a nod from Sae.

"Yeah. A few isles down." He pointed and Yoichi took off there. The two older siblings stayed rooted to their spots, blinking at each other for a moment.

"So... You are back from Spain." (Y/n) said, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Obviously."

"Hahaha..." The girl laughed nervously at his harsh tone.

"Oh! Looks! Uhm... beans... my mom wanted some..." (Y/n) said as she noticed the cans and went to pick up a few, which wasn'tthe best idea as they were high up and she hhad to tip toe. Sae stared at her back silently.

'Why is he so cold? And what am I going to do with beans?!' She thought while sweating.

'So adorable.' He thought. He was interrupted by a sudden crash being heard to his left.

"What..." He muttered and looked back, only to find that some guy had tripped and the things he was holding fell on the ground.

'Such an idiot. How can one be so stupid to trip on nothing? Losers all around-'

"Ow!" Sae turned to look back at (Y/n), who had fallen on the ground with a can of beans next to her. The boy's heart stopped beating for a moment as he noticed her frown.

'So adorable! She is so cute.' Sae felt his cheeks dust a bright pink as he observed her face.

'That frown... literally could give anyone diabetes.' Sae thought when a boy around their age approached her, extending his hand out in the process

"Miss, are you alright? Let me help you up-"

Before the guy could finish, Sae was already there, hand grabbing onto (Y/n)'s.

"I will help you. Mind your business." The boy looked at Sae and flinched as he noticed the glare.

"S-sorry."He said back as he quickly backed away.

"That was so weird." (Y/n) muttered.

"Yeah, weird." Sae said, going back to his usual stoic face as (Y/n) got up.

"Thank you,Sae-san. Sorry for embarrassing you like this-"

"You didn't. Accidents happen." The words and much softer tone from Sae startled (Y/n) a little.

"Uh... are you sure?" She asked nervously.

"Of course. Come on now. We need to look for our brothers." Sae hummed as he dragged her away.

'Her hands are so soft.' Sae thought as he looked down at the hand he was holding.

'Why is he glaring at my hand?!' She gulped in fear.

A week later...

'This is so awkward....' (Y/n) thought as she looked out of the window, trying to distract herself by looking at the snow falling. Now, why would she be distracting herself? Easy answer! Sae Itoshi was sitting right across from her, staring/glaring into her soul.

'Oh! He is probably mad that Yoichi still didn't agree on joining Re Al! Ahhh, poor me!' She cried inwardly.

'Ahh~ she looks even cuter today! (F/c) definitely suits her! My adorable angel! How can someone so clumsy be so graceful?' Sae put his had over his chest. Heartbeat on an all time increase.

"Here you go, sir, miss. Ice tea and hot chocolate. Enjoy." A waitress said, putting down the beverages.

"Ah! Thank you." (Y/n) smiled at the woman as Sae nodded his head.

'That smile! Nobody compares to it-'

"Ouch!"

"Are you alright?" Sae turned to the couple sitting to his right,curious as to what happened.

"Yeah, it's just that I burned my tongue on the coffee. I wasn't aware how hot it was." The man answered, clearly embarrassing by it.

'Can't these people think for themselves?! It's coffee! A hot beverage, of course it will be hot-'

"Aww, hot hot hot." (Y/n) silently chanted, putting her hot chocolate away. Sae, alarmed, turned to look at her.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah... I just burned my tongue on my hot chocolate." She laughed a little with a flushed face. Sae blinked at her for a moment.

'Ahh! Her cheeks look so adorable! It's alright, (Y/n). Let me help you! She is so cute, I could never be mad at her. It's the hot chocolate's fault anyways. Why was it so hot?' Sae glared at the beverage as he handed her his ice tea.

"Take a little bit of it. The cold will help your tongue."

(Y/n) blinked at it for a minute.

"But it's yours-"

"I don't care, drink it." Sae demanded.

"Ok." She said back, taking the cup and taking a few sips.

'You will be dealt with.' The pro-player thought, glaring at the abandoned hot chocolate.

"So... today's meet up wasn't about Yoichi?" (Y/n) wondered as both her and Sae walked down the street. The boy nodded for what felt like the 10th time. Usually, he would feel annoyed if he had to repeat himself, but that wasn't the case here.

'It's my fault, I should have been more clearer with my answers.' He thought, even if he said 9 times a clear 'no.'

"Oh... Then why did you invite me-" The girl cut herself off as she slipped on the ice. Closing her eyes, she was prepared to hit the ground, but instead felt two arms wrap themselves around her.

"Whew! That was close, are you hurt?" Sae thought, feeling his anxiety spike a little. Opening her eyes, (Y/n) looked up at him and shook her head.

"N-no, I am fine. Don't worry."

Sae nodded his head, keeping his arms still wrapped around her as they stood there in silence for a moment.

"Y-you can let go of me now." The girl said in embarrassment, and Sae was about to agree when something hit him.

'What if she slips again and falls for real?! What if someone pushes her to the ground?! What if she hits herself?! No! I can't let that happen!' The boy nodded to himself.

"What are you doing?!" (Y/n) exclaimed as Sae lifted her up into his arms as started carrying her.

"Just making sure."

"S-sure?! For what? S-Sae-san, this is embarrassing." (Y/n) said as her face turned a dark red.

'So adorable!!' Sae thought, ignoring the confused stares of the people around them.

'She is so soft~' He sighed, looking down at her dreamily.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hi,

I would like to request something for Ace, Law and Sanji.

The guys and their s/o get hit by the powers of the devil fruit user that can turn them into six-year-olds. How would they react at them and their lover's being kids and what they would be doing since they'l stuck as kids for a while while their crews hunt for the devil user that did this to them?

I'm in love with those three and seeing how their childhood was and the things they went through- I just want to hug them all and shower them with love. (I'm currently on WCI and my heart can't take it! 💔)

Hi @scentisterror! I love these characters too. Not going to lie, Ace and Law are (as I have said many many times) in my top 5 all time favorite anime characters (in all of anime)! I am also kind of obsessed with child Sanji. He's a bean as my sister would say. I want to hug all of them too...especially Ace (he's may favorite lol). Anyways, let's dive into it.

Ace, Law and Sanji Being Kids Again Headcanons

Portgas D. Ace

When you and Ace got turned into children, he was going to make sure to have fun and maybe (definitely) cause problems.

The boy is a little trouble maker after all.

If Marco thought he was a pain in his ass before, it's worse.

But now, he could hide better.

Because he’s smaller.

He’ll stay up in the crow’s nest for a while too.

Being so young again has got him thinking dark thoughts again.

Like was it good he was ever born and stuff like that.

You will tell him that it was.

You’ll also get him flustered by kissing him on the cheek

This boy will be a blushing mess the whole time

At least, when he’s not being a holy terror to everyone else.

Trafalgar Law

This needs to be said.  Law was a terrifying looking child

Don’t argue!  You know it’s true.  But anyways…

Law would be pissed.

He doesn’t have time for this.

He’d try to find a cure himself.

He’d just be doing what he always does.

Overworking…but tiny.

He’d be grumpier too.

He misses being tall.

Like he doesn’t want to stand on chairs to reach stuff

Or how he can’t reach the ground when he sits.

He will unintentionally keep swinging his legs as he sits.

The crew will be freaking out as he does it.

But quietly, as they don’t want to feel his wrath.

And you’d be there with him all the way through his frustration

Vinsmoke Sanji

Just need to start off by saying he was literally the cutest kid in one piece!

Period!

When this happens, he’d keep telling you how cute you are and how he can’t wait to see what your children together look like.

You’d be flattered 

Like Ace, he’s using his state to his advantage

Unlike Ace though, it's not to prank others

It's for his own pleasure

He's using it especially to get closer to Nami and Robin.

Remember Momonoske and how he acted with the girls as a child.

That’s going to be Sanji.  But with more nose bleeds.

He'd be so so mean to Zoro.

Like he'd cry and get Nami to yell at him for being mean to a child

He’d also still be cooking.  Just now using a stool to reach the counter.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[archiveoftara]

Dilemma

Part 1

"How do I look?"

You stood there fidgeting with your necklace.

Lucy let out a small gasp, "Absolutely stunning."

You stared at your reflection, admiring the fabric clinging to your curves. You'd bought this little black dress ages ago, its hem stopping just above the knee. Shyness had always kept you from wearing it, but Lucy insisted you put it on tonight.

"By the way, what's the occasion anyway?"

"Oh you will soon find out."

"Lucy. Y/n" George yells from downstairs.

"We're getting late."

You bid your friends goodbye as you leave for the mystery place.

After a peaceful taxi ride, you find yourself standing in front of a fancy restaurant.

Am I at the right place?

A rush of cool air hit your face as you stepped into the restaurant. You felt your heart pounding against your ribs. You took another moment to calm yourself while you took a quick scan of the room.

And then, you saw a familiar wave cutting through the sea of faces. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Anthony Lockwood? What is he doing here?

"Lockwood?"

"Y/n." His voice, rich and warm, cut through the low hum of the restaurant.

He pulled out a chair with a smooth, practiced motion, the epitome of old-world charm. Classic Lockwood

"You look ravishing."

A warm blush crept onto your cheeks as you whispered a small "thank you" to Lockwood. His eyes, intense and captivating, held yours for a moment too long, making you feel both flattered and a little overwhelmed. You forced yourself to look away or else you would have a heart attack.

"So do you, Lockwood," you compliment the handsome agent. He's always in formals, but today he looks different. Dashing and hot in a deep navy blue suit with a white shirt and a silver tie.

"So it's just you and me I guess."

"Just you and me." He said.

Little did you know, your best friends were perched like hawks at a nearby table, their eyes glued to your every move.

"What would you like to have?"

With a peaceful dinner and plenty of laughter and conversation, you felt incredibly happy to be spending time alone with him. It might be the first time you've found yourself in his company without interruptions from your other friends. You don't want to seem ungrateful, but you're actually really enjoying his company.

The fellow agents' eyes were locked on Lockwood, their silent demands echoing across the room. George and Lucy, their faces etched with urgency, were subtly urging him to spill the beans. A cold sweat broke out on Lockwood's brow as he met their intense gaze, his throat suddenly parched.

"I've been meaning to tell you something for a really long time"

"Yeah, go ahead." You smiled.

He took a deep breath and began

"Y/N, I've been trying to find the right words for what feels like forever." He takes your hand. "Every time I look at you, my mind goes blank. From the moment you walked into my life, I've been captivated by your laugh, your intelligence, everything. I've admired you from afar, but now I can't pretend anymore. I'm in love with you. Will you please give me a chance?"

Your heart pounded in your ears.

Lockwood? LOCKWOOD?

The words hung in the air, thick with disbelief. Your hotshot, clumsy boss was confessing his love? Your mind raced as you tried to process the shock.

A lump formed in your throat as a tear escaped your eye. Managing a small nod, you tried to compose yourself.

"YES!"

You turn around to find Lucy practically levitating in her seat, her eyes wide with excitement. George wore a smug face that said it all.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Finally we are free from all the yearning and pinning." Lucy sat beside you.

"Congrats mate, you finally became a man and confessed." George pats Lockwood's shoulder.

"It was all your plan?"

"We're so sorry for lying to you," George started, his face flushed. Lucy nodded frantically. "We had no choice. Lockwood here is a bigger scaredy-cat than a kitten."

A soft smile touched your lips. The shock was slowly replaced by a warmth that was both unexpected and comforting.

Your eyes met his, and in that moment, you saw a side of him you never saw before.

And there, in that moment, amidst the chaos and laughter, something sparked.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something beautiful.

I'm sorry it's not the best ending. I'll try better next time. I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to leave a comment. I love talking to you. I'll see you in the next chapter. Love you xoxo 😘😘

Word count: 794

[wormdebut]

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE WITH ME ✨ ENJOY - “I missed him, seriously? You two boneheads got to see him? That’s a cruel joke and I for one am not having a good time, in these hallowed walls.” Eddie was pressed. It was five-thirty in the morning on a god damned Saturday and Maxine was being insufferable.

“I thought you said pretty boy was shy! I for one thought he was endearingly feisty.” Max tossed her hip into Eddies side and she shuffled behind him to get espresso from the back.

Eddie let out a quick laugh, “Are you sure we are talking about the same pretty boy? My pretty boy? He said all of ten words, maybe. But god, he blushes so pretty.”

“Steve Harrington, right?” Max called from the back as Eddie was finishing setting up his beloved pastry display. The fluffy blueberry muffins were looking especially fruity this morning, and Eddie was ecstatic. He absolutely dropped one on the floor at that though.

“He has a last name? You know his last name? How the hell did you pull that off Mayfield?” Max had the beans tucked up against her shoulder as she crouched down to grab the fallen muffin, “Jeez Ed, you don’t have to throw things to get what you want. I asked him to join our new loyalty program. You know we need a first name, last name, phone number, sexual orientation, et cetera et cetera.”

Eddie stood frozen with the stupid floor muffin, “Sexual orien—what?” He shook his head to snap out of it, “Did you say phone number? Maxine Evelyn Mayfield, did you con my pretty boy out of his precious phone number—” He finally tossed the poor muffin into the trash and grabbed the beans out of his current favorite employees hands, pouring them into the machine hopper, “For little ol’ me?” He fluttered his eyes at her and she swatted at him to get him to absolutely cut that shit out.

“Of course I did, you flaming homosexual idiot.” Eddie loved Max, she was a sister to him really, and he never saw himself as someone that would get to have more family than just his uncle Wayne. He loved Wayne deeply, but Max had started working at the grind as soon as she turned sixteen, came out to him as bisexual within the same year and they had been inseparable since.

“You flatter me Red, you truly do, gimme gimme gimme the goods.”

“Calm down, Edward. Let us get the store open and then I’ll tell you what you want to know, Capiche?”

Eddie groaned as he walked away, “Come on Maxine, at least I call you by your government name. You know Edward isn’t even that.”

She laughed again, “Forgive me, Edison.”

——

“Max, why does our fearless leader keep staring out the window like he’s waiting for someone to return home from a year long journey?” Erica was not the only one that noticed Eddie peering out into the street with eyes wide like he was a kid that lost his mom at the grocery store. Max and Erica were settled at either machine and Eddie had blown through all the guest orders in the lobby, hoping to see the current object of his affections but he had had no luck.

“Because he’s waiting for his flavor of the week to return from the Abercrombie cataloger he seemingly walked out of.”

Erica huffed out a laugh, shaking her head as she muttered a brief ‘hopeless’ under her breath.

Eddie Munson wasn’t one to get caught up on any specific man, no. He kept his options open and certainly was not the dating type, not since—he just wasn’t a relationship guy. There was something about Steve though. Was he being irrational, having only seen the man once? Abso-fucking-lutely he was, but Eddie didn’t care. He knew the people around this city, he knew which regulars he could take out for a drink, he knew who not to talk to. Steve was new, and Steve was cute. So cute.

The business was slow for a Saturday, Eddie certainly didn’t mind. He was distracted. After checking on the girls, he ducked away to the back to pull his phone out. Max had given him the sticky note that had ‘Steve Harrington’ written on it, in surprisingly neat cursive with a number underneath. He was willing to get Max whatever she wanted, after the little stunt she pulled. The ‘Loyalty Program’, god Red was genius.

Eddie: So, I’ve got some good news, and I’ve got some bad news. Always gotta go with the bad first so, Max may or may not have lied about the loyalty program. My uncle is fairly old fashioned so we don’t subscribe to that kind of thing, but the good news is I get to shoot my shot, so drinks tonight, maybe? I know a couple cool places in the area if your interested?

Eddie sure as shit wasn’t shy and he wasn’t going to pretend to be. He smirked to himself as he sent the text off, but the smirk was just as quickly dropped when he realized he didn’t even say who he was.

Eddie: Shit! This is Eddie, by the way, the manager at The Daily Grind? I honestly can’t get you out of my head, to the point that my team stepped in, so like I said, this is me shooting my shot - E

Because business was slower than usual, Eddie’s day was slow as hell. The customers were an even mix of lovely and absolute hellions. One woman asked him to blend a drip coffee with ice? He did it of course, but he sure as fuck did not want to. A gentleman tried to snap at Max and she handled it fairly well on her own, but Eddie was waiting in the wings for her signal.

One-thirty couldn’t have come sooner. Eddie absolutely beamed as his beloved best friend and assistant manager for all intents and purposes blew in with her hair up in a bouncy high pony-tail, “Eddie Baby!” she cheered and she threw her arms around his neck with a airy laugh.

“Chrissy Angel!” Eddie smiled into her obnoxiously high pony tail, “Did you catch Henderson in the parking lot?”

“Yeah he was just pulling in. Day go okay?”

Chrissy Cunningham was bubbly and fierce. Eddie absolutely adored her. She followed behind Eddie as he sauntered into the back to catch her up. He wished her well, greleted Dustin as he made his way in. Erica was set to stay with them for the next few hours, but Chris and Dustn would be fine to close up by six.

Eddie walked Max to her car, and nothing short of cackled when she wished him well with his ‘lover boy’.

“Haven’t heard from him yet, Red, but you know I will keep you updated.” She waved him goodbye as she slid into her car. Eddie found his motorcycle, that he had parked by the back door and found himself lost in thought as he drove home.

Eddie really wasn’t a relationship guy. He was twenty-three and had had one relationship, Devon had been great. He had been. They had been together for two years, Eddie was eighteen and fresh out of high school, Devon was there for Eddie when he needed affection, when he needed someone to need him. Devon was older than Eddie, twenty-two when they started dating and he had clung to Eddie, it was unhealthy at the end. The facade Devon had put on had melted away, and it just—Eddie was snapped out of his thoughts as he parked in his apartment complex. His phone trilled and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face when he saw the text from ‘Shy Boy Stevie’.

Steve: Hey! Sorry to get back to you so late. Rob and I are still unpacking our apartment. I am not at all familiar with the area yet but would really love to see you again. Where do you want to meet?

Eddie: Excellent. Meet me at Bauman’s on Braker Street at 8? It’s a date sweet thing. - E

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Panel PT. 2

Florence Pugh X Female Reader

Hey guys! I am so glad that so many of you enjoyed part one! Here is part two…starting to get a little more serious.

I’m also starting a tag list so if you want to be added just let me know!

⚠️Trigger Warning: Talks about serious relationship issues.

Concept: You go to Comic-Con and attend a Florence Pugh panel. What happens after surprises you. Part 2/?

I hope you enjoy!

Word Cound: 1339

Tag list: @jeyramarie

You’re walking down the hallway all the way to the end where the bigger suites are. You approach a double doored room when Florence pulls out her key and pushes it into the key slot.

She pushes the right door open and your eyes widen as you walk into one of the nicest hotel rooms you’ve ever seen.

You don’t travel too much and when you do you are almost always on a pretty tight budget. If you were to ever spend more money when travelling it would always be on food and experiences and not the hotel so this was for sure a treat for you.

“So this is my place! Nothing too exciting but I definitely love the view from the balcony.” She says.

“Wow…no, this is absolutely amazing! You reply while trying not to seem too wow’ed.

“Do you prefer red or white wine?” She asks.

“White would be great, thank you.”

Florence pulls a bottle out from behind the bar with two glasses and pours you one.

“Here ya go” she says as she hands you a glass.

You follow her over to the coffee table and take a seat across from her in this big comfortable chair. It was like a bean bag chair but seemed to have more form to it. Florence sat down on the couch across from you and just sort of smiled and giggled a bit while watching you be totally amazed by the chair.

“So y/n are you from San Diego?” She asks.

“No Minnesota actually. I just flew out for the weekend because of Comic-Con. When I heard you were doing a panel I knew I had to come.” You respond.

“Ah you came all the way out here for me?” She asks in a jokingly adorable way.

“Well, I am honoured. I hope I was able to provide you with the experience you were looking for!”

“Oh gosh, and more. Honest to god. This what’s happening right now…honestly has me a little star struck.” You say as you feel your cheeks start to blush a little.

“Oh- well I'm flattered” she says with a little laugh

A couple of hours go by and you two have started to warm up to one another more. You’re about a third to half way through the bottle of wine. That for sure made the process run a little more smoothly. You weren’t as nervous with a bit of liquid courage.

The two of you have been talking and laughing for the last couple of hours, telling each other fun stories from your lives and you felt like you were living in your dreams, getting to hear Florence Pugh talk to you about her films and family and friends.

A little later the talks started to get a bit more serious, by this point in the night you had made your way over to the couch and were sitting closely to one another. You were just telling Florence about a recent relationship you had just gotten out of. Unfortunately this relationship was not the best for you and you needed to get out in order to take care of yourself and your life.

You hadn’t realized until you finished talking to her about it that you two had moved so close together and that her right hand was resting on your knee. She could tell that talking about this was tough for you and you could see it behind her eyes that she understood what you were going through. At this point the two of you had been talking for hours on end and made your way almost through an entire bottle of wine along with half a pizza. You hadn’t even realized how dark it got outside.

“Listen love, all you need to know is that you’re perfect and that you should always be your top priority. It’s important to put yourself first and getting out of that relationship was the right call. Don’t be too hard on yourself about it.” She says to you.

Something about how she talked, you don’t know if it is from the tone of her voice, the way she looked into your eyes or maybe even her hand resting on your leg as she slowly moves her thumb back and forth to comfort you. But this whole situation made you feel so incredibly close to someone that you’ve only just met.

“Thanks so much Florence it really means a lot to have someone as meaningful and understanding like you to talk to.” You say.

She smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug. This was the most amazing feeling ever. Florence Pugh was hugging you and comforting you. She held you tight and rubbed your back, you couldn’t help but let out a small smile because of how comfortable and safe you felt with her. The two of you started to slowly pull back from the hug and when you passed one another’s faces you made eye contact. You were still both really close to one another and you weren’t sure if you were reading the situation differently because of the wine or what but it felt like she wanted to kiss you. You both lingered for a second when all of a sudden her phone started ringing and you both pulled back quickly as if you were snapping out of it.

She goes to check her phone and you get a glimpse at the screen. It was her boyfriend. Zach.

She quickly picks up the phone.

“Hello love!” She says as she’s walking around the corner.

You felt your heart sink a little.

Did you really just have some kind of moment with Florence? Or are you just drunk and totally reading into the situation way more than you need to? You felt pretty cloudy and confused but hoped you didn’t make her uncomfortable.

After sitting there alone for a bit, she comes back after ending her call.

“Sorry about that! He just wanted to check in and see how the panel and everything went today.” She says.

“Oh no problem, it’s late I should probably head out anyways.” You reply.

“Oh- no, you don’t have to leave! Sorry I didn’t mean to end our night or anything.” She replies with a frown on her face.

“Oh no no you didn’t end it. I was just thinking of getting up early tomorrow to go to the convention for open so I should get some rest.” You say.

“Oh- okay…yeah that makes sense. Well it was lovely to have you and maybe I’ll see you tomorrow at the convention?” She asks.

“Yeah for sure! I’ll just be walking around for the most part but I know you are a part of a group panel tomorrow right?”

“Yes I am, the cast of Black Widow and some of the actors from the tv shows will be there!” She replies.

“Ok cool well I’ll be there!” You say trying not to sound awkward or weird.

“Ok, I’ll keep an eye out.” Florence responds with a wink.

“Oh by the way why don’t we exchange contacts?” She asks.

“Sure! Here, let’s swap phones.” You say as you hand her yours. You are honestly so shocked that she wants to continue talking with you and that she trusts you enough to give you her phone number.

“Perfect! Here you go!” She says.

You smile and give her one last hug before you go trying your best not to linger this time.

You walk out the door and start heading to the elevator and you can’t help but let out a big smile as you leave. You are definitely looking forward to tomorrow and getting to see Florence again but you’re also a little confused on what that moment was, if it even was that or if you are reading into it too much. That may have been slightly confusing for you but maybe tomorrow you’ll be able to figure it out.

-end of pt. 2-

[ry0chann]

can I ☕ with Odasaku? Please 👉👈

yay coffee shop date 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

☕️ coffee shop date

event // 500 follower event

pairing // Oda x gn!reader

genre // fluff

wc. // 361

warnings // none

notes // i recently became obsessed with the fact that Oda wanted to become a writer, so i used that as the backbone of this fic. also it ends a bit abruptly bc i didn't know where to go with it haha

event m.list

There was a strong scent of coffee beans, and a subtle hint of vanilla in the air. The quiet chatter of the other customers blends with the sound of the low classical music playing. There weren’t many people here, though that wasn’t much of a surprise. It was a quaint little cafe, one that was popular among locals yet was never that busy.

Odasaku was the one to recommend this place to you. He said he came here often to write, and that he wanted to bring you some time. Luckily, for you, today was that day. You weren’t busy for once, therefore you had the free time to accompany your boyfriend to his place of comfort. 

Contently, you sit in the booth, sipping on your coffee while Oda sits across from you. He had a cup beside him as well, though he was a little more focused on the notes in front of him. Writing had resurfaced as a passion of his, and honestly, you loved watching him work. Even if he was stumped, or burnt out, he’d still blankly stare at the pages waiting for inspiration to hit him. Right now, he was doing exactly that; taking a sip of the cappuccino next to him while he tried to find the words he wanted to add to his story.

“Take a break Oda.” you suggest quietly.

He sets his drink down, grabbing your hand from across the table with a soft smile. Nothing was said at first, he was just looking at you admirably. You grin bashfully, feeling your face heat up from having his eyes on you.

“Everything okay?” you ask genuinely, curious as to what was going through his head.

He nods, giving your hand a squeeze. “Everything’s fine, sweetheart. I’m just trying to figure out how to put into words how lucky I am to have you.”

You blush darkly, giggling sheepishly. “Oda…”

He chuckles, satisfied that he managed to fluster you. You didn’t know he was writing about you, or at the least, projecting you onto a character. Regardless, you found it flattering, drinking your coffee in attempts to hide the blush on your cheeks. 

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let's do Kinship (K) with Levi 😘

K 》 Kinship

a relationship between two people who share similar characteristics, ideas, interests, or origins.  

1k event Masterlist

Genre: Fluff, Drabble

Written for GN!Mc (you/yours)

WC: ~560

CW:   none!

“Agh! How’d ya get so good at this dumb ol’ game anyways!?” Mammon grumbled, throwing down his controller in a huff. 

You giggle. “Because I am EPIC...also the Lord of Shadows here showed me some hacks to hustle you out of the bet you made with him yesterday.” 

Mammon scowls, snorting in frustration as he gets up from his bean bag. You steal a glance toward Levi, who’s bright red blush was giving away the fact that he felt flattered by you actually calling him a nickname that matched his for you. 

“Whatever. Y’all’re boring anyways.” Mammon storms out of the room, clearly jealous at how close you and Leviathan had gotten since the escapade with the TSL contest. 

Levi scooted his beanbag a little closer to yours, but refused to meet your eyes. “H-hey Mc- er, I mean...H-Henry- Do you wanna play the new game I bought yesterday? It’s a limited edition version that has special unlockable outfits for the characters, but I cant score high enough on my own to unlock them...so-” 

“Um, Yeah!” You exclaim, smiling wide with excitement glistening in your eyes. “I’d love to! Hurry and put it on!” 

Levi smiles shyly, moving to put the game into the system drive. As he searched for the game, he found himself growing more and more uncomfortable. It was almost as if he felt your eyes on him as he sifted through his shelf. Maybe you were just impatient, and growing annoyed at how long it was taking him to fumble through the mess of disks and game boxes. Finally unable to take the pressure, he turned his head slightly to see why you were fixated on him. 

His eyes widened when he saw the expression on your face. You had your head resting in one of your palms, eyes half lidded and a warm smile playing on your lips. He met your eyes and he instantly felt his heart stop, seeing the softness in them as you looked deep past his orange irises. 

“H-h-hey!” Levi shrieks, hiding his reddened face behind his arm. “W-why are you looking at me like t-that for?!” 

You chuckle, crawling toward him on the floor. “You know you’re cute when you get flustered, right?” 

Levi feels is face heat up even more, the deep red hue painting his features spreading across his ears and down his neck. He swore if you complimented him any more, he’d explode. 

“Is this it?” You ask, holding a small box out to him that had fallen behind the TV.  Levi glances past his sleeve and snatches it out of your hands quickly, turning away to the sound of your amused giggling. His only solace is the sound of you returning to your place on your bean bag, but he can still feel your eyes on him. 

“I’m glad we’re friends now, Levi.” You muse, watching him finally compose himself enough to return to his place next to you. He tenses as you rest your head against his shoulder, the intro music to the game blasting through the surround-sound speakers. If not for the intensity of the volume, you would have surely heard the nervous squeaking noise that he made at your compliment. 

After a moment of panic, he relaxes, finding the boldness in him to lean into your affection. “I-I’m glad we’re friends too, Mc.” 

[idy-ll-ique]

See You Tomorrow On The Other Side.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex

Requested: nope

based on this prompt.

Summary: Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! enjoy!

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Wait, why is it so cold?

Y/N blinked her eyes open, flinching when she felt blinding pain in the side of her neck. Touching it, she found out that she was bleeding. What in the world…? "What the fuck?" she mumbled, moving to turn on the night-light but instead, she heard loud gagging noises coming from next to her on the floor.

She froze. I live alone. And then her instincts kicked in. She started screaming, only for her mouth to be clamped shut by a cold, freezing hand. "Shut up! Don't scream!" a raspy voice hissed. "Who the fuck are you?" Y/N demanded, though her voice came out muffled. "Forget that— why the fuck does your blood taste so gross?" the man asked instead.

Y/N's eyes widened with fear. "My— you— who are you?!" she yelled. "Shush! It's the middle of the night!" the man groaned, "My name is Bucky Barnes, happy?" Y/N huffed, clutching the side of her neck. "And what the fuck do you mean by your blood tastes so gross?" she questioned. "Did I stutter? I mean exactly that. Why the fuck is it so disgusting?!"

Y/N froze for the second time that night. Her first thought was that it was a dream, but the very real pain in her neck and the blood on her fingers suggested otherwise. The man— Bucky— he bit her neck. And that had only one reasonable explanation. "Are you a vampire?" she blurted out.

"Aye, see? Knew you were smart," he beamed and she stared at him, shocked. "Vampires aren't real." His face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "Then how do you explain me?" He flexed and Y/N scrunched her nose in mild annoyance. "First off, you're too annoying. Second— what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

"What do you think I'm doing?! I was hungry! Now answer my damn question— why is your blood gross?" He tapped her on the forehead twice. She blinked. Well, since this night couldn't get any crazier… "I have anemia? I guess that's why. Now you answer my question! Why did you select me to be your food?"

"Because you look like a snack?" he offered sheepishly but she only raised an eyebrow. Bucky blushed a bit; he very well couldn't tell her that he had had a crush on her ever since he had seen her— that was a few months ago. Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there? "Okay wait, come back to you— you have anemia?"

"Uh, yeah? Why do you care? Go away, dude, you got your taste, you didn't like it, now leave me alone!" Y/N scoffed, turning to lay back down but Bucky put an arm around her, pulling her back up. "No, we gotta talk about it. Are you taking anything for it? Supplements, Vitamin D pills…?" Y/N stared at him.

"No," she replied flatly, "Medicines taste bad and I've already come to terms with my condi—" Bucky scoffed harder. "Really? You are a dumbass, you know that? I'm bringing you the medicines tomorrow, and you're gonna take them every night in front of me, got it?" Nothing wrong with being worried about your darling's health.

"Do you usually get this involved with your prey/food?" Y/N deadpanned. "You're not— don't argue! If you're not going to take care of your health, I'm going to have to do it for you," Bucky huffed. "As sweet as the sentiment is, I think the fuck not. Goodnight, Bucky, I will not see you tomorrow." She gave him a sweet, fake smile and lay down.

This time, Bucky didn't stop her. "Dumbass," he muttered under his breath as he stood on the window sill, promptly turning into a bat before flying away into the night.

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"Hey, welcome home!"

Y/N screamed, almost dropping her bag of groceries on the floor as she whirled around to see Bucky sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of a magazine. "Couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV," he muttered as Y/N eyed the magazine. She couldn't help but snort. "Ancient."

"Hey, rude." He narrowed his eyes at her and she narrowed hers right back. "Okay, had your fun reading the magazine? Now get lost or I'll call security," Y/N threatened him and stood in front of him, her arms crossed. He smirked and rose to his full height, causing Y/N's resolve to crumble.

He was much, much taller than her. "Go ahead, do it, baby girl," he whispered tauntingly, leaning in so that their faces were inches apart. Y/N whimpered involuntarily at his sweet scent, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror when she realized what she had just done. Bucky burst out laughing. "See? You want me here."

"Flatter yourself, Barnes," she mumbled but the truth was, she did want him there. The previous night, she had failed to notice just how beautiful he really was; now, she found out. He was also funny, charming, caring and sweet— not bad company. "So, am I cooking dinner for one or for two?"

"You? I'm cooking dinner! And you're gonna eat whatever the hell I'm going to make. Go take a bath in the meanwhile, I'll handle it." Bucky ushered her towards her bathroom and she blinked. "What, I— hey! Wait!" He stopped pushing her. "Why are you cooking for me?"

"Because your dumbass doesn't eat shit it should be eating and instead eats what it shouldn't! You're anemic, and yet I never see you eating food that has high levels of iron in it. You just don't care about your life, do you?" Y/N laughed, pinching his cold cheeks. "You're really cute, you know? Dude, I'll be fine—"

"Okay, how about this? I'm doing this for myself because your blood tastes gross and I gotta fix it," he suggested. "I have a solution: why don't you go find someone else to be your food? Look, my blood tastes bad, so why waste all your time trying to fix it? Get someone else, kill them!" Bucky pulled a face.

"Kill them? You think you'll die if I bite you?" Y/N nodded slowly. "Um, no, sweet pie, you won't die if I bite you. You'll… maybe get sick for a few days, but then you'll be fine," Bucky explained. "What if I don't want to get sick for a few days either? Just go away, find someone else, make them sick!" Bucky pouted.

"You really don't want me to be here?" he whined. "I— Fine! Fine! Cook whatever the hell you want, stay, but on one condition." A huge smile bloomed on the vampire's face as he nodded. "You don't get to bite me, ever." His face fell. "Not even a little…?" Y/N shook her head. He pouted harder. Y/N stared back, unwavering.

"A little, small bite…?"

"Bucky, don't push it," Y/N warned and Bucky immediately raised his arms in surrender. "Now go take a bath, I'm making food." With a small smile, Y/N entered the bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with water as she sat on the toilet seat, thinking back a few hours.

How did this even happen? First, she wakes up to find a stranger on her bedroom floor gagging on her "gross" blood; second, he reveals that he is a vampire and third, he wants to take care of her and wants her to get better. Teenage her, who was quite fond of Twilight, would've loved this dude.

But now? Y/N was still skeptical, but at least Bucky hadn't pulled any sketchy shit. So far, he had been nothing but sweet. "Maybe I can give him a chance," she whispered to herself. She had no doubt about the fact that he was a vampire; he was always cold, had sharp, pointy teeth and she had practically seen him turn into a bat last night.

So yeah.

Y/N was going to allow a vampire to take care of her.

"Oh good, you're here," Bucky called out when she finally walked out of her room in her pajamas. "Smells good, what did you make?" Y/N smiled, sitting down at the kitchen island. Bucky placed a plate in front of her. "Beans. We'll start small. Do you eat meat?" Y/N nodded, eating a spoonful of the beans.

"Mm," she groaned, "These are so good! You're a great cook, Bucky." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as Y/N beamed at him. "Thanks. My ma taught me, back in the 1500's." Y/N's eyes widened. "How old are you?" she asked with disbelief as she picked up the bread he had prepared along with the beans.

"A few centuries. You kinda lose count after a long time," he laughed. "Were you born a vampire or were you turned into one later in life?" Bucky pondered for a few seconds. "I was born one. My ma and my pa were both vampires." Y/N nodded before looking at him with a curious look. "What do you want to ask?" he teased upon seeing her expression. She chuckled.

"Can I become a vampire too?"

Bucky froze. "Do you want to be one?" he spoke slowly. "I mean, sounds cool, don't you think? Of course, I'm not completely sure, I just— wanna know how you turn someone into a vampire. Can you turn someone into one?" she blurted out. Bucky gulped hard; God knew he had been dreaming about turning her into a vampire ever since he had seen her.

Vampires having relationships with humans wasn't uncommon but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And with vampirism comes one boon— immortality. So, if he turned her into a vampire, they could be together forever and always, literally. "I— I can turn people into vampires. All it takes is a neck bite."

Her brows furrowed. "But you bit me last night, am I—" Bucky shook his head. "You aren't a vampire, Y/N. There is a specific spot on a person's neck that you have to bite in order to turn them into a vampire. I didn't bite you there." She nodded and exhaled. "Good. I don't wanna be a vampire just yet, gotta think more before making a decision."

"So in the future maybe, you'll be open to becoming a vampire?" Bucky asked, his hopefulness shining through in his voice. Y/N laughed. "Wanna turn me into a vampire that bad?" she teased and Bucky looked away, an embarrassed look on his face. "I'm not desperate," he muttered. Y/N finished eating her dinner, did her nightly routine and got into bed.

Bucky soon approached with two pills in his open palm, his other hand holding a bottle of water. "Just gulp it quickly and you won't have to taste the pills," he reassured her as she eyed the pills with disdain. Putting her doubts aside, she quickly downed the pills, pulling a face as she did. Bucky ruffled her hair.

"Good job, sweet pie! See, easy, wasn't it? Now get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow evening." Y/N lay down on the bed, pulling the covers on top of her as she smiled sleepily at Bucky. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow," she yawned and Bucky gave her a huge smile before jumping out the window like he had done the night before; flying into the night as a bat.

---

"Bucky! Are you here?"

Y/N walked into her dimly lit house, confused. All the lights were off, the house lit by candles placed strategically here and there. She could smell roses too. "Hi, sweet pie." A gasp escaped Y/N lips when Bucky walked out of the kitchen. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a suave smile on his face. She stood frozen as he approached her, taking her hand.

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and Y/N found her voice. "What is this, Bucky?" she chuckled. "Our six month anniversary, sweet pie. Did you forget?" he pouted. Y/N laughed harder. "We're not dating." His smile stayed confident. "Would you like to?" She paused mid-laugh, staring at him through wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you… asking me out?" she whispered and Bucky nodded. "Oh my— yes! Yes, Bucky!" She ran forward and jumped into his arms, ignoring how cold he was as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. As he stated, six months had passed since Y/N and Bucky became friends and Y/N was quickly falling for him.

He was literally perfect. There was nothing she didn't like about him; she had even gotten over the fact that he was a vampire. "Oh, fuck, I thought it was gonna fail," Bucky laughed as he pulled her flush against him, one arm wrapping around her waist as she other cradled her head. "No way, Buck, I've liked you for a while now."

Both of them walked into the kitchen, where Y/N got another shock. The floor was covered in rose petals; they formed the shape of a heart. There was a bouquet of roses sitting on the dining table as well, between two plates of delicious-looking food. Next to the vase were two bottles of expensive champagne, and two glasses.

"How long did this take?" she whispered, snuggling further into Bucky's arms as she admired the scene in front of her. "A few hours. But all worth it." He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "The rose heart looks awesome," she grinned, thanking Bucky when he pulled out her chair for her. "Ha, thanks," he laughed.

They maintained a light-hearted conversation as they ate dinner; afterwards, Y/N took a relaxing bath, took her medicines and got into bed. "Bucky," she called out tentatively and he turned to her. "Yes, my love?" She smiled shyly. "Will you stay the night?" Bucky grinned broadly. "Thought you'd never ask."

He stripped down; only in his boxers as he got into the bed with her. Before he could lay down Y/N pulled a pro-gamer move on him and straddled his lap, rendering him speechless. "Sweet pie," he groaned when her lips came crashing down on his. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, kissing her deeper.

Somewhere in the kiss Bucky's hands reached the hem of her t-shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it off of her. Another few minutes in, Y/N found herself laying on the bed stark naked under Bucky, who was equally as naked, his hard length poking at her tight entrance.

"Bucky," she whimpered as he slid home, a deep moan leaving his lips. "Fuck, sweet pie, so fucking tight," he praised, one of his hands toying with her breasts as the other grabbed her headrest, using it as support as he thrust into her repeatedly. Y/N's hands fisted around her bedsheets, the pleasure in her abdomen becoming too much to bear.

"I'm close," she announced breathlessly and Bucky dropped his head, pressing kisses to her face. "I'm close too, just a minute more." Y/N tried her best to hold the pleasure in as Bucky's thrusts started becoming sloppier. "Such a good girl for me," he grunted as he felt himself inching closer to the edge.

"Let go for me."

Both of them let go at the same time, Y/N cumming around him with a soft whine as Bucky shot his load into her with a guttural snarl. "Oh, fuck," he panted as he fell on top of her, both of them out of breath. "Bucky, I— I wanted to ask you something," she whispered shyly as Bucky rolled off of her, only to pull her closer to him. "Yes, darling?"

"I wanna be a vampire."

Bucky turned to look at her, wide eyed. "Are you sure?" She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I— I love you, Bucky, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you. So please, make me— make me immortal." Bucky blinked back tears and cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up. "All mine. My beautiful girl. I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

He then strayed to her jaw, peppering it with kisses until he finally reached her neck, nuzzling into it for a few seconds, breathing in her scent. Soon, he found the spot— the one that would turn her into a vampire. "It'll sting just a bit," he warned her, "Then you'll go to sleep. When you wake up, the transformation will be completed. Are you sure you want this?"

"I have never been so sure of something in my entire life." Bucky smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her spot before sinking his teeth into her neck; Y/N winced a bit at the sting but overall, felt fine. When Bucky pulled away from her, he was wiping blood off his lips. He then reached down and picked up her t-shirt.

Y/N smiled sleepily as he cleaned her neck, admiring the mark for a few seconds. "Looks good. And tastes much better." Y/N giggled and slapped his bare chest, making him grin. Both of them then lay down on the bed, arms around each other as they closed their eyes.

"Goodnight, Buck."

"Goodnight, princess, see you on the other side tomorrow."

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[captainlevisteacup]

All Characters, the Nicknames MC has For Them, and the Events That Follow: A Wholly Unnecessary Thread

Warnings: None, unless you count demon boys being butthurt about being called out

Enjoy my stupidity!

Lucifer👿🖤🥀☕🍷

Luci

Pridey Pants

Gordon Ramsey of Life

Mom

Loosen-up Luci

Jesus's emo brother

*cough* Daddy *cough*

The results of these nicknames....they were not pretty. MC calls him Luci? He doesn't LOVE it. Does that small scary smile that MC knows (or should know) not to push.

Pridey pants...ohhh boy. MC says it at dinner....is absolutely terrified when he doesnt do anything. After dinner, follows MC into the hallway to dole out *ahem* punishment

Beel is the only one to understand the Gordon Ramsey one. Starts booming laughter

Mom. Oho. This is the second worst. Happened when MC asked Luci to pass them a steak knife. Ended up with the knife being thrown into the table, inches from MC's hand.

Ah. The worst one. Jesus's emo brother. He doesnt even know where to begin. The brothers AND Diavolo have to SPRINT away to keep from cackling like crazed lunatics. Simeon is the only one who openly laughs. Kitchen duty for 2 months. Absolutely worth it. Would do it again without hesitation.

Mammon💛💵💰💳

Mammory Gland

Finding Nemo Seagull (Mine! Mine!)

Crow

Tan Elsa

Greedo

General Greedous

"Ehhhhh? What's a mammary gland?"

*muffled Satan laughter*

Mc has to explain the crow one, because apparently it isnt common knowledge that crows love shiny things?

Tan Elsa. Levi was crying when this one slipped out of MC's mouth. All Mammon could do was be offended. After much, MUCH coaxing, reluctantly agreed to dance to "Let it Go" in a dress.

Levi💜🐍🎮🕹

Has a thing for degradation, so you can really only insult him with anime stuff

Levi Heichou (if you get this, we can be friends)

Leviathan the lonely

Snake man

Mermaid Boy

Snekky snek

Levia-hand

He could ignore all of them.....except for

LEVIA-HAND

I mean come on!

"MC did you really have to go there? That was really-"

"Below the belt?"

"UGH MCCCCC"

*distant suggestive Asmo noises*

Satan💚💢📚

Angry bean

Grumpy kitty

Nerd

Angry librarian

Blond, angsty James Charles

Fashion disaster

There isn't a single one of these that DOESNT make Satan want to break something.

Who is James Charles? Fashion disaster?! "I happen to dress very nicely, thank you very much"

"How am I a librarian? I just read, it's very different, honestly MC"

Refuses to even acknowledge "grumpy kitty"

Asmodeus😘💋❤💅

Asmo-dick-us

Ass-mo

Momo

Polly Pocket

The kinky one

*jokingly* slutttttt

He, surprisingly, doesn't mind any of them. He thinks it's really cute that MC has nicknames for him. He always encourages you to call him them more often, and even makes a bunch of them for MC. His favorite one is Momo, because:

"Its just so cuuuuuuute!"

Beel🥺🍔💪🏻

Sexy Vacuum man

The last Weasley

Snack Buddy

Hungry Bean

Un-beel-eavable

These all make the boy SO HAPPY

MC cares enough to make nicknames for him?

*happy Beel noises*

Wait. MC thinks he's sexy?😳

What's a Weasley?

He has a snack buddy?☺☺☺

Belphie🙁💭💤🛏

Sloth man

Sleepyhead

That bastard with a choking kink

Killer grip

The emo twin

Black Sheep

"I woke up like this" master

He wants to be mad. He really does. But there's a problem: he can't argue with ANY of them. Kinda makes him smile just a LITTLE

Is glad MC has forgiven him enough to actually JOKE about the choking incident.

Spends a lot of time trying to get someone to explain what "emo" means. Levi knows what it means, and refuses to tell him because he thinks its funnily accurate

Dia👑💮🔥

Double D Dia

Big Tiddy Divvy

King of the Boobs

Díablo

Milk man

Firehead

The rich, gay uncle

There isnt a single minute he doesn't find these hysterical. He thinks it's a charming human world custom, to give someone a nickname. He also thinks it shows how comfortable with him MC is.

His favorite is easily DD Dia. Mc noticed his body? *smirk* interesting

Why are so many of them boob related? MC does realize he is a male, right?

The rich, gay uncle. Diavolo has no words. Absolutely shook.

Lucifer overheard some of these...was appalled MC was harassing the PRINCE with their ridiculous nicknames.

He was about to go off on a terrified MC, when Diavolo stepped in laughing and told Lucifer....

"Calm down, Mom."

Mc nearly choked on their own suppressed laughter

Barbatos had to quickly usher them away so MC could openly laugh and therefore breathe

Barbatos 🧐👀🐀🕓

Barbie

Simply one hell of a butler

Sebas-chan

Time warp man

Chuck E Cheese

The cake maker

Understands every single reference, is actually surprisingly cool with it, as long as MC doesn't embarrass him with it.

Diavolo catches wind of what MC is calling Barbaties, eventually starts adopting the nicknames

The only one Barbatos doesn't like is "Chuck E Cheese", because he hates rats so so much. How dare they compare him to one of those disgusting creatures?

Simeon🌙🤍🌹🌈

Boomer

Dad joke central

Beautiful man

Sinful shoulders

Angel Dad

Sin-ammon Roll

Simeon can't decide between being flattered or appalled. He's not THAT old. Nor is he a father! Well, maybe more of a father figure in regards to Luke, but still! He doesn't tell THAT many dad jokes.. right?

Blushes intensely at Beautiful man and Sinammon roll. Wonders if MC really means that or is just teasing him.

Eventually he makes the stupid decision to ask Asmo....wrong move. Asmo ends up laying out all of Simeon's desires towards MC, the week following he can't even look MC in the face. MC has no clue what happened and starts to think it was their fault.

They confront Simeon about it after a while, and Simeon full on breaks and confesses to MC

Asmo takes full credit for this happening

Solomon😑🖤💫🧙🏻‍♂️

Shady Lady

The sus one

Kinky dude

Draco malfoy

Doesn't mind MC having insulting nicknames for him....he has them too. Starts swapping them with MC to see who can make the other laugh harder.

Sometimes, the brothers will sit in and listen while they exchange them, and they'll keep score and vote on who wins

Eventually, Diavolo and Simeon get involved

Barbatos caters these events

Luke😇👶🏼🌸🧁

Baby angel

Son

Woof

Puppy

Little doggo

The poor boy has no idea which one he hates more. Gets so flustered whenever MC calls him one of these that his whole face turns red

Simeon tells him its adorable every time without fail

This makes Luke even worse. All MC has to do is call Luke one of the names and its fair game for Luke hunting

The only one he actually...kind of...likes is Son. He likes the idea of MC as a parent figure.

Which leads him to realize: what if MC and Simeon got together! Then MC WOULD be his parent

Gets Solomon and Barbatos to help bring MC and Simeon together

They end up bombarding the two with an obnoxious Valentine's day-esque cake

Did it work?

[bump1nthen1ght]

Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a  shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

[kayr0ss]

A Cup of Coffee

[TOH, Lumity, Coffee, Fluff, Established Relationship] AO3 Link

Luz introduces Amity to the human wonder that is coffee; Amity's just happy to be around her. || Fluff, They're Being Cute in the Kitchen, Sharing a Cup of Coffee

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“So it’s a potion.”

“A potion?” Luz gasped dramatically. “This is a work of art. An example of human genius, it’s—it’s one of life’s miracles!” She threw up her hands in a gesture of emphasis. “It also helps me get out of trouble when I do something stupid in the morning and Mami’s about to give me the good ‘ol chancla.”

Amity gave the small glass of dark liquid a scrutinizing look. It sat steaming on Eda’s kitchen table, looking dreadfully dark. “Beans which have been roasted, ground, and can be methodically brewed in different ways which determine the potency of its effects. Causes wakefulness, alertness, and the jitters with a dash of anxiety when consumed excessively.”

“I can’t believe you’ve managed to make coffee sound so boring.”

“It’s a potion.”

Luz indignantly held a finger up. “You’re cute, but I respectfully disagree.”

“Luz!”

“Potions—” Luz dragged with emphasis, “—are boring and always have a fifty percent chance of blowing up—”

“Only the ones you make.”

“—but this? This rich aroma, when mixed with the perfect amount of sugar and cream? La neta, it’s heaven!”

Amity laughed; a small bubbling sound coming from the smile hidden behind her hand. To say that she was reluctant to give it a try was an understatement—but did she ever really stand a chance? Luz was so animated, so charming in her impassioned speech on the gastronomical wonders brought about by this mysterious human potion called ‘coffee’ that she was once again reminded of just how far she had fallen for her.

“Are you even listening, Miss Blight?” Luz crossed her arms, eyes squinting.

“Always,” came Amity’s effortless reply. Then she blinked, flustered at her own sappiness, “I mean—”

But they’ve been girlfriends for quite a while now. It was okay to be sappy!

“—yes,” she committed, brushing back her hair behind her ear with a sheepish smile and all. “Always am.”

Luz beamed, holding the cup forward for her to take. She blew on it, careful not to spill any while Amity gently took the glass. “Careful!” Luz whispered, “it’s hot.”

“Mhm,” Amity nodded. The cup was warm, but the way that their hands brushed in a brief moment of contact was another source of warmth altogether. Still hits different. Every time. She took a small, hesitant sip and—

“Eugh!” she sputtered, wincing.

“Aaaand that’s a no,” Luz laughed apologetically. “It’s okay if it’s not your cup of tea.”

“Perhaps not.” Amity held it back for Luz to take.

“Get it?” Luz grinned, winking. “Cause it’s a cup of coffee.”

“You’re impossible.”

“No, I’m Luz.”

“I—” Amity sighed. “Never mind. Thanks for letting me try though? More for you.”

“Ah!” Luz facepalmed, groaning. “Lo siento, I can’t believe I forgot the sugar and cream!”

Amity was about to ask what she meant but couldn’t find a window of inquiry because Luz was fast at work the very next second. She was rummaging through Eda’s cupboards, face wrinkled in an (adorable) look of concentration. Amity leaned on her arm against the table, content to sit in silence while catching the bottles that Luz kept haphazardly throwing into the air behind her with a flick of her wrist. A few minutes and several floating bottles (“Can you at least set them down on the table?” “No!”) later, Luz was once again presenting her with a fresh cup of coffee. It was lighter than her first attempt, and the aroma was sweeter and milder. It was actually… inviting?

“This is it!” Luz exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her smile. “The perfect cup of coffee for the perfect pretty girl.”

“Do you plan to flatter me into liking your strange human beverage?” Amity laughed.

“Is it working?”

She blushed. “Maybe a little.”

Luz smiled. “But first—quality control!”

Amity watched as she blew away the steam and leaned in closer so that the cup was right in between them. Luz lifted the cup to take a small sip for herself, closing her eyes to savor it. She hummed in satisfaction, nodding. And then she took another.

“That hits the spot.”

“Satisfied?” Amity asked.

“One more taste!” Luz grinned. “For safe measure.”

Luz took a full gulp of it this time, tilting the cup upwards and towards herself. Amity watched with no small amount of amusement as Luz recovered. She had a moustache of foam along her upper lip from the froth of the milk, and she—

She—

Amity really wanted to—

“Wanna try it again?” Luz looked up.

There was a short pause.

“Yes.”

And then Amity was kissing her.

Luz was frozen for moment, but then leaned into the small space in between them almost automatically, careful not to jostle the cup between her hands. It was short, sweet, with hints of vanilla that mixed perfectly with the heavy cream.

They pulled apart in a fit of blushing and silly little grins.

“You know what,” Amity giggled. “I think I kind of like it.”

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A/N: We just finished watching TOH and I can't stop thinking about these two here we gooooooooooo

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“Natural” - Chapter Two - Embry Call x Reader

Day of Normalcy

I went home a little more awake then when I left. I helped my dad unpack some more stuff while I had some energy. We talked about my day with the guys as we set up the house. 

“I’m glad that you’re so happy again. It’s like the real (Y/N) is back.” He smiled at me.

“It feels like it, too. I’m so happy to be back. It almost feels like we never left.” I smile back at him. 

“It looks to be that way.”

I look over at the clock, it’s a little past three in the morning. 

“I think we should call it quits for tonight. It’s pretty much done, because the movers doing a lot of the work.” I yawn. 

“Of course. Goodnight, hun.” 

We both retreated to our rooms. 

I plopped down on my bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering about tomorrow.

What’s it going to be like to see Embry for the first time in person in years? 

My mind races for a few minutes, thinking of every possibility. I look at my phone, I got a message from Embry a few hours ago. 

I open the message, it was a link to a new song he wanted me to listen to. I smiled to myself, pressing play. As the song played, I fell into a deep slumber. 

I woke up to the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs. I followed the aroma into the kitchen. 

“Thanks, dad.” I grab a plate and sit down at the table next to him. “You got it, kid.” He looks up from the newspaper. 

“What’s your plan for the day?” I ask. 

“Well, I’m going to see Billy and Harry today. I think we might go fishing.” 

“Oh, nice. That’s fun.” 

“What about you?” He sips his coffee. 

“I’m going to surprise Embry. Probably hang out with all the guys.” 

“Oh, Embry, huh?” He looks at me with a knowing face.

“Dad, please.” I beg. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop teasing you about your crush.” He says, putting his hands up in the air, false surrendering.

“Dad!” I exclaim, blushing like a maniac. 

He smiles before putting his dishes in the dishwasher, walking upstairs to go get ready for his guys day. 

I followed suit, I had to get ready to see everyone. 

I walked upstairs to find a missed call from Jake. I called him back as I started looking for something to wear. 

“Hey, (Y/N). You should come to my house at 11:30. We’re gonna be playing video games. Just walk into the house.” He says over the phone. 

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” I hang up the phone. 

It was daunting to figure out what to wear, I worried about seeing Embry. I dug through all my clothes. 

By the end of it, I decided on some jeans, a pair of vans, and a moderately flattering black t-shirt. 

Yeah, I knew this would happen. Searching through clothes to only pick out the most casual and boring outfit ever. I grab a hoodie, just in case I stay out later with them and it gets cold. 

I look at the clock, it’s only 11. I had a few more minutes to kill before the twenty minute drive so I decided to stop at a little convenience store and grab some of our favorite snacks. 

I pull into the lot and walk into the little store. I grab a few bags of chips, including two bags of blue doritos as they reign supreme, and regular potato chips for Quil-- because he’s weird. 

I put the bags into my passenger seat and begin the exciting, yet agonizing drive. I decided to listen to Embry and I’s shared playlist, hoping it would calm my nerves. 

I pull in front of Jake’s house once again, nerves returning into my stomach. I approach the front door and hear a few screaming boys. I easily recognized Embry’s from the last time we spoke on the phone, and it was even better in person. 

I push the door open, walking in casually and putting the bags of chips on the table. 

Only Jacob tore his eyes from the screen, smiling at me. 

“Wow, you guys are pretty distracted, huh?” I joke. 

Quil and Embry’s heads snap up in my direction. Quil was smiling at me, looking back to Embry to see a reaction. 

Embry’s face flashed through so many emotions. Confusion, surprise, happiness, and then what I could only describe as a state of shock. His mouth slightly agape, eyebrows slightly raised. Our eyes refused to break away from each other. He dropped the controller in his hands. I felt a force pushing all around me, almost suffocating me. Though, I felt no pain. I felt serene, this was a positive feeling. I dropped the bags of chips that were once in my arms. 

“We called it.” Quil says aloud, snapping me out of it. 

“Hey.” I smile to Embry.

“(Y/N). Hi.” Embry says, getting up from his spot to hug me. 

He hugs me, and it felt so different than any other hug I’ve ever received. While it felt to reunite and hug Jake and Quil, it didn’t compare to how hugging Embry felt. Though, he too felt like he was burning hot. 

I guess my feelings weren’t gone, nor were they planning to leave any time soon. I was overwhelmed with my feelings towards Embry, I could only hope he had felt at least a fraction of what I felt. 

After what felt like forever, he let me go after hearing Quil and Jake mumbling about something back on the couch. 

“What?” I ask them, looking behind Embry.

“Nothing.” Jake winks at me, the blushing returned to my cheeks. 

“How are you?” Embry asks me.

“I’m really happy to be back. How are you?” I ask him, looking into his deep, chocolate brown eyes. 

“I’m great. I’m so happy you’re back. You’re back for good, right?” He asks, eyes pleading with mine.

“Yes, I’m back for good.” I smile at him. 

“You got really tall, too. What the hell did I miss?” I ask, wondering how everyone I knew suddenly turned into giants. 

“I did get tall. It seems like you’re the only one who missed the memo, bean.” Embry lightly laughs at me. 

I blushed at the nickname. The one he gave me years ago, when he hit his first growth spurt at 15, making fun of me who didn’t grow past 5’2”, when he hit 5’10. 

Now the kid’s gotta be 6’4”. Quil was a few inches shorter than Embry, but Jacob still had some  inches on Embry. Embry looked way more muscular than the last time I had seen him, but still more of a lean build than Jake and Quil. It would take some time to swallow how different they all look, now. They weren’t the scrawny kids I remember. 

“So, can I have some of those chips?” Quil asks, breaking the tension in the air. 

“Oh shit, sorry. Yeah.” I bend down, picking up the bags of chips off the floor. 

Embry looked at Quil, eyes narrowing at him. Quil smiles back at him, like a kid who stole candy from a baby. 

I walk his plain old potato chips over to him, earning a thank you and appreciative fist bump. 

“You wanna get destroyed in smash bros?” Jacob offers me a controller. 

“I’d love to destroy you all in smash bros, yes.” I smirk, taking the controller from his hands. Embry puts the bags of blue doritos on the table, taking one for himself. 

Jake and I start playing, I glance over at the bag of doritos, before turning my attention back to the screen-- determined to beat Jacob. 

“You want a chip?” Embry offers.

“Yes please.” I smile. 

“Okay, open.” He puts the chip into my mouth, causing me to blush from shyness. 

I see him smirking at my blushing out of the corner of my eye. 

I focus my attention on the game once more, killing Jacob’s character for the third time-- winning the game.

“Hah!” I exclaim, jumping out of my seat in excitement. 

“Cheater.” He grumbles. 

“You wish, Jake.” I laugh. 

Jake’s phone begins to ring on the table. Bella’s name flashing on the screen. 

I begin to wonder if he still had his crush on her, or if they were together now. Though, I think that he would have mentioned it. 

“Oh shit. What time is it?” He asks, getting ready to pick up his phone. 

“Only like noon.” I tell him.

“Hello? Yeah I’m still good for one. That works. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up the phone.

“Gonna torture yourself some more, bud?” Quil teases. 

Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.

“Shut up, Quil.” Jacob snaps. 

“What’s going on with her? You still have a crush on her, right?” I ask him with comforting eyes. 

“You could also call it, hopelessly head over heels in love with Bella, actually.” Quil snarkily remarks. 

“Shut it.” Jacob snaps. 

I look at Jake, hoping for him to talk to me. 

“Uh yeah, things are complicated.” His voice lingering with sorrow and disappointment, his eyes moving from mine to his feet.

I looked over to Embry, who wore the same sad, empathetic face as me. Our eyes connected in grief for our friend suffering with the girl he loves. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Jake. You always do. What’s going on?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder. 

“She’s dating Edward Cullen. That’s the issue here. He’s got his cold hands wrapped so tight around her.” He says angrily. 

“I don’t know who that is, but I am sure he’s not like you. Maybe she’ll come around one day, if he’s so bad she’ll probably see that eventually.” I try supporting him. 

“No, believe me. If she hasn’t left yet, she never will. There’s a lot going on there.” Quil says. 

Jacob’s face growing more upset by the minute made me sick. I hated to see someone I considered my best friend to be so upset. A pit in my stomach began to form. 

“Well, then there’s someone better for you out there. Don’t hold out on someone who doesn’t appreciate your true value.” I rub his back a bit, trying to ease him. 

I see Embry grow a bit uncomfortable for a second, until I look at him and he smiles at me. 

“I know, it’s just easier said than done.” He says, still not looking up from the ground. 

“I know, I understand. You deserve more than this. You’re so young, you have so much time to find someone. You’re sweet, handsome, caring, tall, and one of the funniest guys I know. Anyone would be lucky to have you, Jake. Don’t let one girl kill your self-esteem.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder now, as I watch a single tear fall from his face. 

“It just hurts.” He says, leaning into me. His large head almost feels like it’s bruising my shoulder, but if it helps him, it helps. 

“I know, bud. I know.” I tell him. 

He rubs his face with his hands, standing up and walking to the door.

“Wanna go throw the football?” He invites us all.

“Yeah.” We all respond in unison. 

I get up, Embry following close behind me; seemingly watching my every move. 

I could get used to this.

Quil comes out last, shutting the door. Jacob grabs the football and throws it to Embry, very hard. I make a mental note to not let Jacob throw me the ball. 

Embry turns to me, throwing it swiftly, seemingly softer than Jacob’s throw but still enough to make me wince. 

A look of guilt and apologeticness flooded his facial features. 

“Sorry!” He yells, running over to me.

“It’s ok, I’m fine.” I throw the ball to Quil as hard as I can, not even getting a fraction of the force the boys had with their throws. How did they throw like that? 

“Are you sure? Are you okay, bean?” He asks me, almost frantic. 

I blushed at the nickname once again, as it brought chills to my spine. 

“Yeah, Em. I’ll be okay.” I smile at him. 

“Bean, you’re already bruising.” He said, looking sadly at the new spot forming on your arm, holding it delicately in his hands. 

“Em, I have always bruised like a peach. I’m sure it could have happened from anything.” I look up into his pleading eyes, watching his worries melt away. 

What was going on? Does he feel the same way? I wonder. 

“Okay sap fest, we were trying to throw around the football to have fun. Not to make me sick!” Quil interrupts, making fake puking noises. 

Jacob smiles slightly, almost laughing. It made me happy to see him feeling a little better after how he was in the house not too long ago. 

They continued to throw the ball around, throwing it way more intense than I thought possible. I decided to sit out after noticing how rough they all were, more how they don’t seem to notice how rough they got with each other-- how it doesn’t seem to even hurt them at all. 

We all talked about stupid nonsense, like debating on which cartoon characters would win in a fight, cars, and other time eating subjects. 

Soon after, I heard an old truck pulling up to Jacob’s house. Bella Swan got out of the driver’s seat, walking over to us. 

“Hey everyone.” She says shyly, hands in her pockets. 

All the guys gave her a hello in unison.

“Hey Bella, how’ve you been?” I ask her. 

“Oh wow, (Y/N). You’re back? No way. I’m good, how are you?” She asks, walking over to give me a hug. 

I hug her back for a few seconds before pulling away. 

“I’m doing great, I’m happy to be back. It’s nice to see you again, it’s been like what, almost ten years?” I ask, trying to make polite conversation as the guys would not do that simple notion out of awkward feelings. 

“Yeah, that’s nuts. I can’t believe that.” She says shaking her head in disbelief. 

“Are you ready to go?” Jake asks her, smiling at the both of us. 

“Yeah, sure.” She looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“Great. I’ll see you guys soon.” He waves back at us. 

“Bye everyone. It was good to see you, (Y/N).” She smiles softly at me. 

“You too.” I smile before turning and walking back over to Quil and Embry. 

“So what now?” I ask them, ready for almost anything. 

“Well, we could go cliff diving.” Quil suggests. 

“No we can’t.” Embry said quickly. 

“Why not?” Quil exclaims. 

“She can’t do that. She’ll get hurt. Or drown. And she’s afraid of heights, remember?” Embry looked at Quil like he had five heads. 

“Oh shit, yeah. Almost forgot.” Quil had a look of realization on his face. 

He remembers I’m afraid of heights. 

“Where do you guys go cliff diving?” I ask.

“We can show you, but we’re not doing it.” Embry tells me. 

“Well, that works I guess. We can include that in our day.” I shrug.

“Oh, that reminds me. I should go help Sam.” Quil says. 

“You guys still didn’t fix that pipe?” I ask him. 

“Pipe?” Embry asks. 

“Yeah, Embry. The pipe that was leaking yesterday. You and Paul tried to fix it, but couldn’t. Then Jacob and I went and fixed it after last night.” He looks at him with stern eyes. 

“Oh yeah. That pipe. It’s been a long week for me.” Embry laughs. 

I look between the both of them, wondering what was wrong with them. 

“Yeah. So Paul came and got you. Did you guys fix it or is it still leaking?” I ask again. 

“No we fixed it. I just told him I would help him clean and fix everything else up from the leak.” Quil said. 

“Ah I see.” I raise my eyebrows at him. 

“You saw Paul last night?” Embry questions. 

“Yeah after you guys left Sam’s.” I tell him. 

He nods his head, seemingly like the gears are starting to turn in his head. 

“Okay, well when you guys are done lying to me about all of this, let me know what’s actually going on.” I snicker. 

“I gotta go.” Quil runs away into the treeline of the woods, assumingly off to Sam’s house. 

I watch him go, before turning my attention to Embry, who is seemingly looking at anything except for me. He keeps looking around between the trees, the ground, and the clouds. 

“Em?” I ask.

“Yeah?” 

“What’s going on?” 

“Please, not yet.” 

“Not yet?” 

“Just, please. Trust that I will tell you soon. When the time is right. You just got back and I don’t wanna lose you.” 

“Em, why would you lose me? You could never lose me.” I say, walking closer to him. 

“I don’t know, it’s… it’s a lot. I’m really happy to have you back. Let’s just hang out, spend some time together. Maybe later, please?” 

His eyes were begging me to just agree, and I couldn’t say no. 

“Okay, yeah. That’s fine. Just please, don’t leave me in the dark too long. I already feel like I was for two years. Now that I’m back I want it all to be transparent with everyone again. I don’t wanna feel like I’m left in the dark again, Em.” I look up to his chocolate brown eyes, feeling like I could see his soul. 

“I won’t, I promise. I just… I want to see you, bean. I want the way you see me now to stay, I don’t want to see you lose the light in your eyes when you look at me.

“Embry, I don’t think that’s even possible. You have such a special place in my heart, you have a soul like no other.” I smile up at him. 

He pulled me into another rib-crushing hug, as comforting as it was painful. 

“Em, you’re kinda hurting me.” I whimper out. 

“Shit, sorry. I’ll be better with that.” He looks at me apologetically. 

“It’s okay. But we should probably leave Jake’s backyard and find something to do, or somewhere else to go.” I suggest, realizing how we’re just standing in the yard alone. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go to the cliff. And then I wanna bring you somewhere else, but that’s a surprise.” His smile gleamed vibrantly. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” I blush at the thought of a surprise. 

We begin walking to my car before he speaks up again. 

“It almost feels like we were never apart. I know we talked a lot on the phone, but it feels like you never left. Ya know, being with you feels just as comfortable; just the same.” He smiles at me, as he opens my car door for me. 

“I know, it’s a nice feeling. It feels… right.” I look at his beautiful face, beaming with happiness. 

He directed me to the cliff where they would jump from. As we walked out onto it, my jaw almost hit the floor. 

“Embry, you jump from up here?” I ask, almost dying of shock. 

“Yeah. Most others jump from the lower level. We dive from up here, though.” He looks at me, smiling awkwardly. 

“How do you not… die? I see what you meant now. I probably would die.” I say, cautiously peeking over the edge of the cliff. 

Embry grabs ahold of my waist gently, steadying both my balance and my nerves. 

“It’ll all make sense soon. You wouldn’t die going down with one of us though. If we went down together, you’d be fine, bean.” He smiled sweetly at me.

“How? I’m going to need an explanation sooner rather than later because nothing makes sense anymore.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet. 

“Well, I’d be able to swim against the rough water, I can get us back up to the surface quickly, and most of all-- I’m just that great.” He said with his cheeky grin. 

“Oh I keep forgetting about how great you are.” I mock lightly. 

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll explain to you tonight. I just want a day of normalcy with you. Then I’ll answer any question you have.” His eyes looked deep into mine, digging into my soul.

“Okay, Em. Let’s have some fun. Let’s go to your surprise place.” I smiled at him. 

“Okay.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me to the car. The way his massive hands held mine, felt like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. I never wanted him to let go, Embry’s touch was intoxicating. 

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Mini Fanfic #879: The (Cute) Pumpkin King!! (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

6:12 p.m. at the Smash Mansion, Outside of Mario and Peach's Bedroom.......

Mario: (Inside of His and Peach's Bedroom) Peach! You think you can come in here for a second? I need your help with something!

Peach: Of course, dear! (Opens the Bedroom Door While Wearing a Spiritual Mage Costume) What do you need help with-

Without warning, the mystery figure inside the room begins to reveal himself in a dramatic fashion while wearing a purple cape and an empty, carved pumpkin mask. The figure in question was none other than Mario himself

Mario: Rawwwar!

Peach: ('GASPS') Mario? Is that really you!?

Mario: (Laughs in a Evil Vampire Like Ascent) Who is this "Mario" you speak of? I am the figure that all men, women, and children fear in the night of Halloween. I....am none other than the Great and Powerful Pumpkin Kin-

'Sniff' 'Sniff'

Mario: Huh?

Peach: (Already Forming Tears in her Eyes)

Mario: (Eyes Widened in Complete Worry Before Dropping the Vampire Act Entirely and Rushing Over to his Girlfriend) Oh no. I'm so sorry, Peach! (Gently Grab Her Hand) I-I didn't mean to make you sad or any-

Peach: (Giggles a Little While Wiping the Tears From her Eyes) Oh sweetie....('Sniff') You didn't make me sad at all.

Mario: Wait. Really? A-Are you sure?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. (Hugs Mario Lovingly) It just warms my heart to see how cute you really are~

Mario: (Stares at Peach For a Brief Second Before Giving her a Deadpinned Look on his Face) We're really doing this again, aren't we?

Peach: Yep!~ You're a precious bean, honey!~ (Gives Mario a Big Kiss on the Cheek) ('Mmmmmwah')

Mario: ('Sigh') How many times do I have to keep telling you this, Peach?..... I'm not cute.

Peach: (Gives Mario a Pouty Look) Oh, yes you certainly are! You're the most cutest man I've ever have to pleasure if meeting. Do I REALLY need to name you all the adorable moments you had in the past?

Mario: No. But I can remind you of all the times that you're more adorable than me.

Peach: ('Scoffs') Oh please. There's no way I can be more cuter in comparison....

Mario: (Raised an Eyebrow) Oh really? Then what about all the time you started fainting over everything little thing?

Peach: I'm a very expressive lady. I can't help but to react a certain way.

Mario: True.....But how about all the times you worry over everyone in this mansion.

Peach: Um. I'm a Certified Mommy, thank you very much. I will ALWAYS worry about you, our babies, and everyone else in our home.

Mario: Even Bowser?

Peach: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Almost everyone......

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) Fair. Ooh! How about the time you acted like a complete diva at the soccer tournament we entered together?

Peach: (Facepalms Herself) Oh God....You actually find all of that cute?

Mario: Yeah. I mean, I know it wasn't who you really are at the time, but I still find it pretty adorable. And....(Starts Blushing a Little) a bit more attractive....in a way.....

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Well, I'm oh so flattered that you enjoyed it~ But that doesn't change the fact that you're the cute one in this relationship.

Mario: Really?

Peach: Really times infinity.

Mario: (Noticed Dedede and Escargoon is Walking By Their Room) Oh we'll see about that. (Turns to the Duo From Outside Their Room) Hey, Dedede? Mr. Escargoon?

Dedede/Escargoon: (Stops Walking While Turning Their Heads at the Opened Room) Hm?

Mario: Could you two come over here for a minute? We wanna ask you something?

Escargoon: Uh....Yeah. Sure.

Dedede: What y'all wanna ask us?

Peach: Who do you think is cuter? Me or Mario?

Dedede: Oh that's easy. (Points at the Pumpkin Headed Plumber) It's Mario.

Peach: (Turns to Mario With a Smug Look on her Face) Ha!

Mario: (Immediately Glares at The Former King) Dedede!

Dedede: What!? It's the truth isn't it? I thought we already agreed on that being the case a long time ago.

Peach: (Playfully Nodded) We did actually. He just seems to forget is all.

Escargoon: (Turns to Dedede) You really think he's the cute one, De? I always thought the princess is a lot more cuter on comparison.

Peach: ('Gasps')

Mario: (Smirks Back at Peach) Ha! Exactly!

Dedede: (Turns to Escargoon) Nah, man. It's definitely the other way around.

Escargoon: How can you be so sure?

Dedede: Well, for one.....(Points at Mario) Look at his costume. Does it look remotely scary to you?

Escargoon: (Takes a Look at Mario's Costume) Mmmmmm......Eh. It's average at best.

Mario: H-Hey! This costume can be scary!!

Escargoon: Yeah. For little toddlers. Unless you have a few tricks up your sleeves, I don't think you'll be scaring anyone anytime soon.

Dedede: My point exactly. And that ain't even the half of it. (Turns Back to Peach) Peach! Carry your man for us.

Peach: (Smiles Brightly) You don't have to tell me twice~

Mario: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Wait! H-H-Hang on a sec-WOOOOAH! (Immediately Gets Scooped Up into Peach's Arms in Bridal Like Fashion)

Dedede: See that? The girl's twice his height AND could carry him with little to no problem.

Escargoon: (Starts Nodding in Agreement) Yeah. You know what? Forget my earlier choice. The plumber is definitely cuter.

Mario: (Groans While Facepalming Himself)

Peach: Mario-2. Peach-0.

Mario: T-That doesn't prove anything! (Notice Kirby, Wearing a Top Hat, Walking Back) H-Hey, Kirby! Can I ask you something?

Kirby: (Stop Walking Before Turning to Mario) Poyo?

Mario: Who do you think is cuter? Me or Momma Peach?

Kirby: (Put his Hand on his Chin While Thinking) Hmmmmmmmmm.......(Happily Points at Mario) Poyo Poyo!~

Mario: (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief)

Escargoon: See even Kirby thinks you're cute.

Peach: One more point for the cute Italian~

Mario: (Starts Blushing Again) T-T-That's only three people! I'm sure everyone else will say otherwise.

Dedede: Boy, I don't know why you're trying so hard to deny that fact. You might as well accept it at this point.

Peach: Exactly! (Turns Back to her Man) You don't need to be embarrassed just because you have a cute side.

Mario: It's not that I'm embarrassed by it or anything. I just..... (Starts Frowning a Little Sadly) don't want anyone to see me as less of a man is all....

Peach: Mario, you are more of man than ANYONE gives you credit for.

Dedede: The girl's right, boy. You're the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom for pete sake!

Escargoon: Yeah. That have to count for something at least. (Points at Dedede) Hell, I even think you're even more of a man than the big guy here himself.

Dedede: Yeah- (Eyes Suddenly Widened Before Immediately Glaring at Escargoon) HEY!

Kirby: (Giggles Softly)

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) Okay. Okay. I'll try not to let it bother me as much. (Turns to Peach) IF you admit that you're just as cute as I am.

Peach: ('Sighs in a Bit of Defeat') Fiiiine.... I'm a cutie-pie.....

Mario: (Simply Nodded) That's. Right.

Peach: (Gives Mario a Playful Smirk) Not as cute as you though~ (Gives Mario a Loving Kiss on the Lips)

Mario: (Sighs While Smirking as Well) You're never gonna let this one go, are you?~

Peach: Never~

And with that, the couple begins to kiss each other lovingly and a bit more passionately.

Escargoon: (Smiles Softly at the Kissing Couple) Awww~ They really do love each other~

Dedede: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Yeah. I ain't watching this. (Walks Out if the Room) I need get changing.

Escargoon: Yeah. Same here. (Leaves Out if the Room as Well) Come on, Kirby. We're leaving.

Kirby: (Happily Nodded Before Walking Out of the Room as Well) Poyo!

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If you’ve played Chapter 12 of Sweet Elite, then you know what went down. Today I am here to humbly attempt to give us what we all want: A MISTLETOE SCENE WITH THE RIGHT PERSON!! WOO!

ANYWAY, here you go!! I hope you guys enjoy. I’ve only romanced Alistair so some others may be ooc but let’s hope not. Putting these under a cut because I’m assuming this is gonna get long!

Alistair:

As soon as he got back with your punch, the crowd around you guys started giggling and pointing. You two just looked at each other and shrugged. That was when they started yelling to kiss.

“What? Why?- Oh.” You finally spotted the mistletoe above the two of you. “There’s a mistletoe, Al! I couldn’t see it behind your head. You’re too tall.” That made both of you laugh.

“Really? Sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck. The crowd had gotten bored of you both by that point. You took too long, and high schoolers have the attention span of a pigeon.

Having noticed no one was looking anymore, you quickly planted a kiss on Al’s cheek. He turned bright red immediately, holding a hand to his cheek. “What was that for? I mean, I really liked it-”

“The mistletoe!” You beamed at him and he felt like his heart could’ve exploded. He smiled back at you, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. He was very glad he asked you to the party.

Tadashi:

If you think this man would kiss you in front of a crowd, I’m afraid you are sorely mistaken. I think the most PDA you’d get from Mr. Professional would be him jumping off a bridge after you if you happened to fall off.

So when the crowd starts yelling for him to kiss, he simply rolls his eyes. “That’s not going to happen! Stop shouting, you’ll get us all caught.” A few people called him lame, but no one really had an argument. If y’all didn’t want to kiss, so be it!

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed. You were, like, super disappointed. You had been wanting to kiss this man since Halloween night! That’s two whole months of staring at his lips! And for what!

You were a bit bummed, but the excitement of spending the rest of the party with Tadashi brought your mood back up. You had almost forgotten about the mistletoe incident entirely until he walked you back to your dorm.

“I had a really great time tonight,” you smiled at him. He blushed, returning your happy expression. “So did I...” And then he did something you didn’t expect. He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. “I apologize for the mistletoe incident...I’d rather kiss you at a time more special than that.”

OH. OKAY COOL. THANKS. You two said goodnight and you blushed all the way until you fell asleep. Nerd.

Raquel:

She catches on to the hype of the crowd, but she doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or move too fast. She’s about to tell you just that, but when she turns to you she sees that you’re not as hesitant as she assumed you’d be.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months,” you’re nervous, but so giddy at the prospect of getting to kiss your crush that your feelings just rush out. You didn’t know what you expected Raquel’s response to be, but the huge smile that spread across her face was clearly the best option.

This girl absolutely dips you to give you a kiss. The crowd goes wild. She is milking it. She has spent way too much time with Axel. It’s a really good kiss, though. So good you barely even register the crowd noise. 

When you’re both back upright and you pull away, you’ve got stars in your eyes. You’re so happy you feel like your heart could explode right out of your chest. 

“Definitely the best party I’ve ever thrown,” Raquel winks at you, and smiles to herself when you burst into flattered laughter. “Agreed.”

Tyler:

Also starts yelling “kiss! kiss!” before realizing that it is, in fact, you two being told to do that. Oh. Well, in that case...

Gives you a really cheesy wink, one that makes you snort, before taking both your hands in his. His expression changes to be really serious. “If you want to kiss, that’s fine by me. More than fine. Awesome, even. But if you don’t want to kiss right now, that’s also cool. Kissing in front of people isn’t for everybody.”

He’s. So. Sweet! Oh my God! “A consent king,” you joke, and the two of you snicker. “But, seriously, I would love to kiss you.” “Really?” He looks absolutely giddy at the prospect. “Really.”

And so you two kissed. It was short, but super sweet. You both smiled through the whole thing. Ahh, you’re too cute! You get a few cheers and hollers from the crowd as you pull away. Tyler has a mind to scream “Thank you!” to both them and the heavens for letting him finally be able to smooch you, but he restrains himself.

“Would you want to do that again?” You ask him when the two of you go back to dancing. “Anytime, anywhere.”

Claire:

Mmm no. This would just not do. A bunch of people yelling at Claire will never do, even if they aren’t being mean. And based on the panicked look on her face, all that commotion is deemed illegal under the “everyone must be nice to Claire at all times” law. You leap into action quickly.

“Hey, hey! Leave us alone! If it’s so important someone kiss, do it yourselves!” You shout over everyone. You get a few boos, but you just roll your eyes and take Claire’s hand, leading her out of the room.

You take her back to your dorm, away from all noise. “How about we just stay here for a while?” You offer. She nods, smiling at you. “Thank you. That was very brave of you to stand up for us like that. I froze up.” 

“And that’s perfectly okay. Anyone would have. I just hated seeing you like that; I knew I had to do something.” You sat down next to her, on the edge of your bed. She leaned over and unexpectedly kissed your cheek.

���We may not have had a mistletoe kiss, but I hope that shows my gratitude.” NO ONE PERSON IS ALLOWED TO BE THIS CUTE. You blush and smile, giving her a nod, before the two of you start talking about how excited you are for the group vacation the next day.

Axel: 

More annoyed than anything. Since it’s him, there’s even more excitement than there would be if literally anyone else was under the mistletoe. Shuts that shit down immediately.

He glares at the crowd before telling them to calm down and leave you two alone. You’re torn between sad you didn’t get to kiss him and happy all the peer pressure to do so is gone. 

Honestly, after that Axel doesn’t seem that into the party. You feel bad. Was it your fault? I mean, probably not...but maybe you could’ve handled it better? Hm...

“You wanna get out of here?” He offers, knocking you out of your thoughts. You agree, and you both head to his dorm. “You seemed out of it back there,” he observes.

“I was just...worried I did something wrong and upset you,” you twiddled your thumbs, looking at the floor. Suddenly his shoes were in your view, and he was standing right in front of you. 

“I don’t think you could ever upset me,” he puts a hand on your shoulder as you look up, squeezing gently. “I was just mad at everyone there for pressuring you. I didn’t want to be in the same room as them anymore. I never want you to be uncomfortable like that. I’m used to large crowds screaming at me, but I don’t want you to have to be.”

“So it wasn’t me? Or that you didn’t want to kiss me?” “God, no,” he replied instantly, no hesitation needed. “I’d love to kiss you. Just not with all those people around.” “Well...what about right now?”

Take a guess what happens sjdssgffkdsfj

Karolina:

Completely immune to peer pressure from anyone she doesn’t respect. All the shouting has practically no effect on her. Her reaction is similar to Axel’s, except far more subdued.

“Oh, stop it. It’s not happening,” she pinches the bridge of her nose in a move that kind of reminds you of Tadashi. Those two do tend to have similar body language. Not wanting to deal with the ice queen’s wrath, as well as seeing that no kiss was coming, people lose interest.

“Sorry about that,” Karol says, when you two move to chat in the corner over punch. “It’s no problem! You handled it just as gracefully as I assumed you would.” If there is one compliment she wasn’t expecting, it was to be called “graceful” for dispersing a crowd. She loved it. She was blushing before she even realized it.

“What? It’s true,” you smirked as you took a sip of punch. She looked away, trying futilely to hid her burning cheeks. “Plus, I think first kisses are better when they’re in a more romantic setting. Maybe we’ll get to do that someday?”

Karol lifts her punch to her mouth, seemingly trying to hide in a dignified way, before locking eyes with you. “If you’re lucky,” she replied, smiling despite herself.

Tegan:

Ew. Not a fan of all the peer pressure going on here. Glared at the gathering crowd. “Stop that. Leave us alone.” He was a whole lot more stern than usual! You knew he could be like that when he was especially upset or passionate, especially after what happened at Faxion. 

“Why don’t we go?” You suggested, voice soft. He sighed and agreed. You took his hand in yours, and he quickly intertwined you guys’ fingers as you left the room. You both decided to head to his dorm to get away from the chaos.

“Sorry,” he looked a bit skittish when you arrived. “What are you saying sorry for? You handled that well! You showed major guts out there!” You smiled at him, sitting down on one of the bean bags. He sat down next to you on the carpet, blushing at your praise.

“Thanks. I just...I really wanted everything to go perfectly at that party. It’s important to me that tonight goes well.” He looked into your eyes, clearly worried he had ruined your night.

“Tegan, literally any time spent with you is perfect. We could be doing math homework right now and I’d still be ecstatic. As long as I get to spend it with you, no matter where, tonight will be my favorite I’ve spent on campus.”

Oop- was that too much? You couldn’t tell. You were about to apologize when Tegan surged forward and hugged you. Oh. Looks like it wasn’t. “You’re the best, Y/N.”

Neha:

Freezes up when everyone starts demanding you two kiss. It’s not like she doesn’t want to, just...not now! She gives you a bit of a deer in the headlights look while you both desperately look for a way out of the situation. 

Spending a night with your crush has absolutely fried your brain, so you do the first thing that comes to mind. Point at something shiny. “Whoa! Look at that!” You point towards the window, at nothing in particular, in hopes your peers will think you actually saw something. To your surprise, the majority of people fell for it! Maybe their brains were fried, too. Probably from finals.

Neha can’t stop herself from laughing at your awful plan, continuing to giggle as the both of you make your escape. You guys go back to her room, closing the door behind you before collapsing into another fit of laughter.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t think of anything else! I just wanted to get you out of there!” You wipe a tear from your eye as you both begin to recover your breath.

“I don’t know how that worked,” the girl next to you rolled her eyes. “But I’m very happy it did.” She lifted your still-joined hands, kissing the back of yours. You blushed beet-red. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Ellie:

Making Y/N uncomfortable is illegal. And the crowd yelling at you sure as hell seemed to be making you uncomfortable. So Ellie put her foot down. “Alright, alright! Stop it!” She’d brandish her screwdriver as a weapon if she weren’t still on Arlington property.

But, luckily for her, the crowd dispersed quickly after her outburst. You let out a sigh of relief, and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You could feel her concerned eyes looking you over.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” “Yeah. That just made me really nervous. Do you think we could go somewhere quiet?” “Absolutely!” She agreed immediately. “How about we play some Honeydew Valley? Tegan will totally let me borrow his Swatch.” (ajsgaksjdgsj i love coming up with weird names for stuff like they do in-game)

“That sounds great.” God, she always knew just what to do. You loved that about her. After asking Tegan for permission and getting set up in her dorm, you two settled down. You had a whole lot of fun playing together. You mar or may not have even married your farmers in co-op ohohoho...

“Thank you for changing your plans so last minute,” you mumbled as the night got later, your head having rested itself on her shoulder at some unknown point in the gaming session. “No worries, Y/N! Anything is fun when I do it with you.” 

“Really?” You lifted your head. “Bet,” she replied, and kissed your nose. You nearly died. “Next time let’s make it a real one, hm?” Okay, then you did die, all while she laughed and beat your farmer at the egg hunt.