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thatunusualwriter · 2 years ago

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𝙲𝚘𝙳 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚡 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 2

"𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕖"

Character pairing: (CoD) Simon "Ghost" Riley x Short!Chubby!Reader (is gendered as a "she/her" throughout the story, and has subtly pointed out details about her appearance.)

Summary: Just when you think you know a guy, it turns out you don't. Also, Y/N gets her ass handled by the big Brit himself, oops.

Warnings: Vulgar language, talking about the mortician profession, slow burn, Simon with dissociative identity disorder (DID) and PTSD, Reader has social anxiety.

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When 1 am rolled in, so did work calls, requesting Y/N to show up because of a young lady who had a car crash. Very unfortunate for someone very young. Choosing not to drink had been the right choice, after all, even when she wanted just one little shot of rum she did not succumb to her salivating tastes.

The unexpected turn was when Johnny wanted an invite to her home, claiming he has nowhere to sleep though John Price kept saying otherwise.

Hook, line, and sinker.

That's what Y/n was when saying yes to him because he added that Simon has to go with him too— later changed his drunk mind that everyone has to stay the night over at Y/N's. She had to pat herself on the shoulder proudly for cleaning the apartment the day before, she isn't in a position to argue and just threw the towel in right away, she has two hours to prepare for the teen girl they were transporting by now.

It was funny that the two Mexicans and Johnny were plastered and happy about it, although her Scottish friend was an adventurer on his own when 'leading' the group home — he got distracted by side quests, the last one was a peak of disaster. Johnny went to smooch the kitties in Sherwood street and Simon, that big guy who held his liquor well, wobbled behind him silently to "watch his back".

Y/N and John were left at mercy for both Alejandro and Rodolfo who — quite literally — clung up to anything while fighting against sweet slumber, they were so close to dozing off on the spot.

Those two hung onto Price eventually and he lead them to the hotel they were supposed to be staying at, Y/N was fine with that since those last two grown men weren't difficult.

Also, how is John able to walk and talk normally when he had as many shots as the others have? Who is built like that?!

Y/N had turned for just a second, waving the three goodbyes, when Johnny began to yell bloody murder in Scottish slurs. A few strays began to aggressively nibble on his calves and his clumsy-ass legs couldn't work mechanically to kick them off, he risked a painful fall on the concrete.

Simon stood by the side like a gently swaying twig (a thick one at that) and rumbly, silent laughter was muffled underneath his mask.

Alright, best friend or not, this is getting recorded.

"Ghooost— Lt.!! Regiment's afta ues!!" Johnny slurred, running up to Y/N while dragging cats that had their claws stuck in his jeans. He panicked when more of the furballs ran at him.

"Run ye basta'ds!!" he roared at the top of his lungs, passing by Y/N and the cats let go one by one, she just recorded his back as he ran off, laughing at this idiot who surprisingly went the right direction of her home.

Y/N's poor phone almost met its demise on the ground if she wouldn't catch it in time, it literally jumped from her grasp, and a high-pitched shriek tore from her throat into the night air when she was lifted all of a sudden.

A muscular arm hooked around her body, just below her breasts, and lifted her upper body up with shocking ease but Simon's hold was tight and itself was a promise that she won't be dropped.

"FU— Ugh! PUT. ME. DOWN." she yelled into deaf ears of men with a mission objective.

Too fast—!

"OhJesusfucksTOP—"

It took just a few blinks and she found herself beside Johnny, the British man caught up to him. But Y/N's whole being was rattled, everything was blurry for she was but a sack of potatoes in Simon's mercy. It was quite shocking at first that he carried her this easily, not even Johnny was ever able to carry her this far — and in truth, she preferred to be the one doing the carrying.

While Johnny kept on screaming incoherent words about an enemy at their tail, Y/N glanced at her mobile and with difficulty checked it over, having it almost pressed to her face. Her eyes widened when she noticed it was still recording.

Oh, how she loves paybacks.

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What would have taken about 25 minutes, took around 15 minutes. It was just as impressive as it was painful.

Johnny roared around like a football sports madman, feeling victorious. Of what? Of surviving the army of stray cats, that's what. Simon leaned his whole frame against an apartment building, next to the door Y/N was about to open and watched his coworker make a fool of himself like it was any other casual Monday. He almost gave off a vibe of a guard dog with the way he looked around observantly with his sharp glare. Wonder why is that...

"Ach, Christ on a stick!"

Simon towered over the short woman's shoulder, peering into the bag her hand was dived in, moving around rapidly.

"Damnit!!" Y/N barked, frustrated and her little fist punched at the wall next to her, it will hurt later this day. She was being observed by the tipsy soldier on her left while she took long breaths, in and out before craning her neck up to look at him with an apologetic look in her eyes. "... Fuck. I forgot my keys at home."

He, however, as nonchalantly as ever nodded once and stepped back, whistling at Johnny and the loud man perked at that sound, Simon having all his attention and waltzing over to them from the parking lot.

When he finally faced Y/N's confusion, he didn't plan on beating around the bush. "Which o' these are your windows?" he asked, straightforward, stone-cold.

Y/N's shoulders rose as those of a cat's hinges, she stared at him, waiting for the joke to be explained so she can move on and call her landlord to open up for them. But Simon was dead serious and when piecing two-and-two together, she was ready to slap her disagreement in his face.

"No." she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at the giant in a mask, all of a sudden he was a bit more intimidating.

All the assumptions that there's no way that, Simon Riley, could be a jackass had been shattered. He left no room for her to argue, nor he was nice when she gave in. Johnny seemed fine with that, but not her. They broke in into her apartment by the escape stairs at the side of the building, conveniently her kitchen window is on that side. Y/N kept her back turned on those two, looking around, panicking inside until she began to sweat bullets while the boys worked their brute strength against the locked window. It was open within five minutes and Johnny basically invited himself in by jumping in head first.

"Beastie, get in," Simon called out, grumbling, and looked over his shoulder as if he saw movement by the trash bins at the corner of the building.

Y/N — since being on edge — was a bit startled by that command, swallowing dryly and squatting down before going in one short leg at a time, fearing she would fall flat on her face.

Johnny waited for her and grasped her hands once they were offered to him, and he supported her tiny but triumphant jump inside. Y/N smiled at him with gratefulness. And Simon followed close behind her after one sweep of looking around, just to make sure, and closed the window.

Great, busted lock. It's gonna make her wallet bleed, and just when she thoroughly planned out to buy her favorite snacks this weekend.

Y/N took a deep breath.

"One problem at a time. Be polite."

She has guests she needs to take care of before going to work. She watched how Jonny made himself comfortable on the sofa in the living room and dozed off without a problem. Simon seated himself at a chair in front of a kitchen island and Y/N took this peaceful time to use the toilet and change from her outdoorsy clothes, also grabbed her keys on the way.

Fixing the collar of her blouse while walking out of the bathroom quietly not to wake up the sleeping Scottish lad, Y/N stopped at the threshold of the kitchen and observed the tall Brit quietly.

Simon was quiet and hunched over, with his back to her it had convinced her that he was asleep.

An evil idea that will be a big regret later dinged in Y/N's brain, payback clouding her sane mind. With curled lips to a sly smirk, she approached on her toes slowly, and as silently as her creaking floorboards allowed her. Giggling like an imp almost gave her away when being at arm's reach from him.

Digits curled into a claw shape before they attacked their prey, and Y/N just barely grazed Simon's sides when she was sent flying over his wide shoulder.

Like a sack of flour.

And her back smashed against the floor so hard she nearly thought that either the wood or her bones had gotten broken, cracked.

Although the back of her head got the most out of it, the pain was like a burn you can't douse, Y/N's ear rang and wondered if her brain turned into mashed potatoes when all she could see were stars in the abyss for a few seconds. Air knocked out of their lungs caused a momentarily struggle to breathe back in, as soon as oxygen filled them her broken vocals tugged at the man's heartstrings.

"Bo-ones...?" she croaked.

Simon began to sweat cold bullets. Y/N laid like a starfish below him, pinning her while her arm which he used to flip her with was still in his grasp, and once realizing he's been twisting it, he let go of Johnny's old friend immediately. Watching with dread how she tried to regain focus on her surroundings, his knee — which he had forgotten to lift from her ribcage and suddenly it wasn't that hard to breathe — now tucked closer to her side as he towered over her. His hands opened and closed into tight firsts, having no idea what to do with themselves.

"Fuck! Fucking hell!" he cursed at himself, although he was forced to manual defense when he was about to be sneaked on, no one should jump on a soldier no matter how mentally stable he may be.

"Why did ya— Shit, can you sit, Y/N?"

Simon's calloused, glove-less palm supported her upper back between her shoulder blades and she slowly sat up in time with his (short) patience. Y/N used her other hand to grasp at his bent knee for a better, final push, nails scratching lightly over the material. She was dizzy for a while, and she felt a headache coming on, but still alive and kicking.

The exhaling breath she didn't know she held, Y/N met his stressed yet angry expression. "Ah— Apologies..."

All of this for a revenge tickle...

"Fuckin' sorry won't make ya feel better, now will it?" Simon coldly spat, it made her flinch at his raised voice.

"Hey... Uff..." Y/N trailed off, rubbing around the spore spot before pushing in at the forming bulge at the back of her head.

"Bloody Jesus, if I opened your head..." grumbling under his breath before grasping at her waist and under her legs securely and lifting her up, she made a noise of surprise but let him carry her to the stool he sat at before.

Simon looked over his shoulder at his snoring coworker, who has no clue of this accident just yet. Probably for the best. "I won't hear the end of it from Johnny."

Y/N swallowed dryly, finally feeling grounded enough to think she was all good. And the sour mood is something she never wished to happen. It was supposed to be all fun and games, if she knew Simon can be a dick then she would've stopped herself from being goofy long ago instead of looking like a fool in front of him.

"... Well, karma's a bitch. I shouldn't have thought about tickling you in the first place." Y/N offered a small smile but it strained when he brought his digits to his eyes, rubbing them while answering her with a rumbly grunt.

"I could've killed you, so don't you take it lightly!" Simon growled, irked by her shrug in return. He really was close to doing so, even when unintentionally something inside him just snapped at that unexpected jump pulled by her.

"But ya didn't," Y/N grinned cheekily up at him. "Though it's cute seeing you worry about me already." she might have just gotten smacked like a doll but it never stopped her teasing. "Though what was that? A reflex?"

Simon sat down beside her, still towering over her. His shoulders were squared and tensed. It wasn't just a reflex, his body told him he was in danger, jumped by the enemy at his moment of exposure, and Ghost kicked in for self-protection. They are still fresh out of a mission, his paranoia of not letting his guard down spiked and his brain kicked his muscles into action.

"Somethin' like that."

Y/N nodded, looking at his tired eyes even though he kept looking at the spot he pinned her, guilt churned his stomach.

When she stood Simon's shoulders rose slightly, he observed her go to a high kitchen cabinet and pulled out two small boxes. One had painkillers and she swallowed two once she got herself some water for comfortable swallowing, and it ate at Simon he knew he was the one that caused said pain. He, who exists for the sole purpose of assuring that civilians like her has their normal life without violence he and his team can help.

"You can go sleep in my bed, you look like shit, Simon." it wasn't exactly an offer, it was an order. Only it was said innocently, sweetly, it made odd shivers down the masked man's spine.

"Thanks, darlin'. Needed to hear that." Simon forced himself to roll his eyes at her and she could see. She returned it with a smile, of course.

"I take you to have trouble sleeping," Y/N put the other box in front of him once grounding the counter island, along with a fresh glass of water. The soldier eyed her and then the stuff, especially the small bottle of sleep drops she pulled out.

"20 drops in the water, 2 hours before going to bed. You'll sleep like a baby." she cooed like a mother coaxing her child to take nasty medicine, and it worked.

Simon looked at her with a slight frown and leaned down, the proximity of space between them closing in and Y/N could taste his bourbon breath through the mask.

"Goin' soft on me, Beastie?"

A curious question. She might be. Y/N is just like that, giving people she met just for a day her heart and testing whether they'll let it drop or not.

"Or you just wanna make sure I'm knocked out cold so you can smother me in my sleep?"

Y/N smirked at that, her emotions could never be hoarded under the surface for too long. Fingers reached at his jacket and plucked a hair from there, Simon watched her little hand with something like awe.

Wonderment.

They're so small, and gentle, but can inflict great pain judging by the stories he heard from Johnny about his and her teen shenanigans. His are big, calloused from hard work, and training for killing without hesitation, even a little pat on the shoulder was a gesture he felt like he needs to master unless he'd want to inflict accidental pain. Ironic to what happened moments ago.

Grasping confidence out of nowhere, Y/N came an inch closer to the man she should feel intimidated by or be angry at but she felt neither.

"I should, you'd deserve it for being such a dick," she began. "... But Johnny's friend is my friend too, even if I may not like it."

Simon searched in her soft-hazed orbs for something, trying to figure out if she was lying, but not once had she stuttered. He wouldn't mind getting lost in the warmth of them, it's something a loner like him craved but was too proud to admit such feelings in the first place.

Y/N's fingerpad poked into his chest, below his collarbone, it made his head tilt in silent curiosity and prompted her to continue. "Revenge is better served in the middle of it heating up. I will smother ya. With affection. Best torture for the likes of you."

Simon Riley would have laughed, hard, if he wouldn't be so tired. The smile under his mask mirrored hers, and Y/N felt her heart bloom inside her ribcage.

"Now, be a good boy— drink the drops and go to sleep, I'll be back later this morning. You two dogs might be wide awake by then." she used one of her strict tones with a glare that always worked on kids she babysat.

Simon snorted in amusement and pulled his open palms up in surrender while straightening up in the chair. "Roger, ma'am." he huffed, his thick Manchester accent gruff and rumbly. He sounded almost playful, and Y/N loved that it might be the case, the start of their friendship sure is rocky so she'll take it. Also, this nickname made her feel things in her stomach, it always did.

"Oh, and," Y/N stopped in the doorway, tugging on her favorite jacket, mismatched outfit or not, it's comfy. Simon looked up at her from the little bottle, already filling the water with drops. "Don't even try to be nasty in my bed with Johnny-boye. Or I will circumcision ya both."

Nearly dropping the bottle into the glass by that discussion, Simon cursed under his breath with a barely noticeable stutter while she left her apartment, and sudden, palpable silence was there in exchange. It was uncomfortable. The sooner he'll sleep the better.

Demons will still haunt him, even in his sleep, but perhaps this promised, the dreamless night he could look forward to.

Setting the bottle away into the box, he stared at the still water in the Coca-cola glass, his fingers began to drum on the cold surface of the counter desk.

"Better not get attached." Ghost mused sourly, frowning and the water mirrored the reflection.

And Simon couldn't agree more, but the circumstance of the situation that they're on monthly leave and Johnny wants him (them) to be buddy-buddy with Y/N might be difficult. He tried to be distancing but she still found a way to be at an inch from his personal bubble, not trespassing, and not intending to leave and give up either.

"Stubborn."

Y/N might be patiently waiting for him to let her in, even just an inch, but Ghost's overprotectiveness might never allow for that to happen.

Simon gulped the water in one swallow and put the glass in the sink before beelining towards her bedroom door.

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pinkprettycure · 1 year ago

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i keep saying it but i know the way some ppl be hating is racially motivated cuz its highkey a lil sus that ppl are always so intent on clinging to the idea that im some insane scary aggressive banshee. and its ALWAYS the "aggressive" allegations coming from nonblack and ESPECIALLY white ppl lmao its NEVER other black people!

Like yall know yall cant come after anything else. it looks crazy as hell to try to trash a story about queer ND characters and POC, one where the black main character turns around and says that the hottest thing you can be is autistic and that the prettiest girls she knows are chubby. Yall look crazy as hell tryna find problems with that and you Know It. But there's something that just ~bothers~ people about me lmao

I'm loud, and I'm proud of being black! I love being black I love being mexican! I don't put on a fake uwu kawaii persona and aave scares yall when it comes out a black persons mouth. That's all it is.

#Are you telling me Char broiled this burger?

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iwishiwasrichasfuck · 1 year ago

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Hellooo, I'm going to tell you about the original character in my enhypen story so you have some background information and a little about myself while I'm at it 😊.

Her name is Esmeralda Adel. You can probably guess from the name that she isn't English or Korean, but in fact, Mexican and Arabic. I'm not Mexican, but I am Egyptian. I was always fascinated with Hispanic culture, so I decided to write a story where the mc is half half. I'll do my best research, but if there are any Mexicans out there, I welcome you. Pls help if you don't mind?

Her appearance and personality are based on me and the people I know. She's a med student, my sister is a med student. She has curly hair, me and my sister have curly hair. She's not very slender, but not very chubby, she has curves, like me. I have taken a long time to come to term with my body, because I always compared myself to thinner girls, who ate what they wanted and stayed like that. I envied their fast metabolism. I have come to terms with the fact that I need to work hard to be healthy, and even that maybe those girls I compared myself have problems too, that I'm not struggling alone. Now I am trying to become fit, so even if I'm not the thinnest, I'm healthy, because that's all that matters. I have a pretty thin waist compared to my hips but a heavy...cleavage, so you may think I'd be happy about it because it has been an "ideal figure" for women (which is stupid because all body types are beautiful 😤) but you won't believe how much I struggle to find clothes that complement me.

Anyways, I'm ranting, let's get back on track. She is smaller than enhypen (especially next to Niki because let's face it that dude's a giant) but not that small, she's actually 170cm, so my height. She is very generous, and very patient. She's really smart. Like really smart. She graduated school at 16 years old because she skipped the two grades when you learn out to read and count and basic math, she already knew it (her mother taught her). This is based on a friend of mine who actually did skip two grades when she was young. Um, what more.

She has the most random thoughts sometimes, like me. She's very pretty, and she knows she's attractive, so that makes her even hotter. She's pretty fit, and actually works out alot muscle mommy.

She's lived in both Egypt and Mexico for about four years each when she was young and came to France when she was ten. She has a great relationship with her mother. The two are very close, they're best friends and confidants, they tell each other anything. This is based on my relationship with my own mother. I love her more than anything. She's arabic (both of my parents are) but she isn't really like I've heard arabic parents are. She's cool with anything as long as I'm safe, happy and have good results scholarly. She's someone I can gossip with, and I've learned a lot from her. You can probably tell that I really admire her 😅. Esmeralda's father is also someone she gets along with great (but not as much as with her mom). Her parents divorced when she was in middle school, but they did so on good terms. They fell out of love and decided it was best to separate. They get along, and Esmeralda's mom actually loves her ex's new wife, the two are good friends!

Also, if Esmeralda seems unrealistic because she doesn't seem to have any bad sides, then you're both right and wrong. She's learned what to do and how to act through trial and error. She was raised right, and has had an excellent role model that encouraged healthy habits (mental or physical), so she wasn't "perfect" from the bat, her personality right now is a product of her past environment and the people she frequented or knew. She also has a few bad habits. She stays up all night and has trouble accepting help, she has trouble relieving stress and tends to push away people when she's sad or angry. She's working on it though! And growing up she's always wanted to make her mother proud, so she worked hard and tried to learn as many things as possible. Her mother loves her and is proud of her of course, but now Esmeralda thinks that if she fails to do something then she will lower her mother's image of her (which isn't true, but is a product of always trying to be better than her past self): she's an overacheiver. She happens to be extremely petty 😅

But she is also a projection of how I wish to be. She is the person I long to become in the future, and I decided that if I can't write about a perfect character in fiction, where am I going to do that? That's what fanfictions and fiction stories are made for! So there you go, a bit about me and and my character. ;)

(Ps: I hope the followers I have are excited for my first fic!)

#enhypen #oc #original character #hope yall are excited

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mrultra100 · 1 year ago

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Hey, y’all! As it’s the start of the new year, I figure it’s time to give Maryanna a new character sheet, along with giving her an update in terms of design and lore. I even made a few alternative outfits for fun, as you can see at the end of this post. It’s taken me a good few days to get everything together, so take a good look at the self-proclaimed “Queen of The Vampires” in all of her glory!

Full Name: Maryanna Regina Test

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Species: Vampire (Northwestern Strigoi)

Nationality: Japanese-Mexican American

Orientation: Bisexual Polyamorous

Height: 7’5

Age: 25

Birthday: October 10th

GENERAL BIO

Hailing from the misty wilds of the Pacific Northwest, Maryanna “Mary” Regina Test is a pretty big vampiress, and was born in Porkbelly, Oregon. While she and her siblings’ parents are a human male and a female Strigoi (A type of vampire) respectively, Mary inherited her mother’s vampirism, along with the usual powers and instincts one might expect a vampire to have.

When she was growing up, Mary was once a quiet and shy wallflower who wasn’t one to revel in the spotlight. That all changed when she started getting interested in paleontology, along with a trip to her mother’s birth home in Japan, where she had a chance encounter with the one of the kaiju that were roaming the island nation. This combined love of both prehistory and giant monsters was the start of Mary’s growth into the sassy, wild, and frisky woman that she is today. The lady’s own head is like an encyclopedia of any and every prehistoric animal, and if someone would like to talk about it, Mary is passionately happy to do so.

In the present day, Mary’s got quite the resume. Alongside working as a mad scientist with her sister, Susan, Mary is also part of a team of heroes known as The Beastly 4. While Johnny/J-X is the leader of the group, along with Dukey being the muscle, Mary and Susan are the brains behind the operation. And given the incredible powers that they have as vampires, the two sisters also get to help out on the battlefield regularly. Other gigs for Mary include working as a curator for Porkbelly’s natural history museum, along with being a DJ. Aside from Porkbelly stuff, Mary has a bit of a wanderlust from time to time, and tends to check out other dimensions.

As for Mary’s personality, she retains that same level-headedness from her childhood, but has also become a sassy, very flirty and frisky, wild, and thetherical party animal, along with being a foodie who’s proud of her chubby belly. She even sticks with the nickname of “Queen of The Vampires”, in which she agrees with people due to how they think it fits with her wild nature. She can have a bit of an ego, however, as she can be really flirty and horny at times. And while she and the rest of her kind have control over their instincts, Mary can act like an overgrown kitty at times, even at the most inopportune moments. Regardless, even with her flaws in place, Mary is just a fun woman to be around, and she knows it. When you’re the Queen of The Vampires, you just know things are gonna get wild whenever you’re around.

POWERS

Electrokinesis- Her main element, Mary’s able to do crazy things with her control over electricity. Electromagnetic telekinesis, electrically-charged bites and claw slashes, increasing her land speed, draining power from machines with her fangs, etc. A common aspect of all of Porkbelly’s vampires is the presence of elemental magic that they personally have from living in their environment. While a few vampires can work to develop the ability to handle more than one element, their offspring might inherit one of those elements. This rings true for both Susan and Mary, as they got their respective pyrokinesis and electrokinesis powers from their mother. As for Lila herself, her main element is ice, and that was a result of living in the snowy mountains of Hokkaido during her childhood.

Flight- It wouldn’t be a vampire if they didn’t know how to fly. Aside from the power to float and levitate over the ground, Mary’s main flight method is to turn into a Desmodus draculae, which was a prehistoric vampire bat. This ability is shared by all Northwestern Strigoi, and it’s a good example of the primordial power that they have.

Hypnotism- Mary has two methods of hypnotizing people. The first is her singing, which is very much like a siren. Given her love of singing, Mary can be seen singing to her target. The second method is the usual hypnotic eyes. Pair that up with Mary’s entrancing voice, and you got a mesmerizing master of mind control.

Natural Weaponry- As a Northwestern Strigoi, Mary is well-equipped with sharp, nail-like claws to slash at opponents, along with powerful jaws filled with sharp teeth strong enough to crush through bone. Her main 4 fangs (Two on her upper jaw, and two on the lower jaw) can inject a venom that can turn people into vampires, along with being conductive enough to electrocute foes. Her claws are also sharp enough to help her climb on walls.

Enhanced Senses- Thanks to her kind being powerful predators, Mary has a very good sense of smell, along with very good hearing. The most incredible sense that she has is her night vision. Even in a pitch-black room, Mary has no problem with seeing her way in the dark. This also explains why her eyes are like those seen on a cat.

Shadow Familiar- As an extension of their primal souls, strigois often have a shadow-like familiar with them. Not only do they aid in things like working, hunting, or other normal tasks, they help with a vampire’s powers. In the V-Twins’ case, their shadows help them control their prehensile hair. Mary’s own hair, in tandem with her shadow, serves as a good conductor in which to let out electricity.

Super Speed and Strength- Another common vampire ability that Mary has is her speed and physical strength. Thanks to her species having a set of lungs and air sacs similar to birds, Mary is able to run at breakneck speeds, and despite her chubby body, she’s surprisingly strong enough to easily carry things much larger than her. Very good reflexes and agility also come with the package.

TRIVIA

Mary, along with Johnny and Susan, are all Japanese-Mexican Americans. And regarding their nationality, both sides of it came from their parents. Hugh’s side of the family originated from Mexico, and while her species first evolved on the American west coast, Lila was born into a family of strigois that moved to the snowy mountains of Hokkaido, Japan. When Lila moved back to her kind’s ancestral home, she then met Hugh. And that’s when they made their family together.

Mary’s favorite animals are azhdarchid pterosaurs like Quetzalcoatlus and Hatzegopteryx. She even suggested at one point that her spirit animal is an azhdarchid.

The idea of an electric-using paleonerd for Mary was inspired by the real-life Mary Anning, and how not only survived being struck by lightning when she was a baby, the intelligence that helped with her career was rumored to have sprung from the incident. And that (inadvertently at first) fits in with the name. Maryanna - Mary Anning.

The scientific name of the Northwestern Strigoi (Mary’s species) is Nocturoptitain sanguinarius. The name even translates as “Bloodthirsty night giant”.

Mary’s birthday date (Along with Susan’s) is a reference to when “Fangs a Lot Johnny” originally released in the United States; October 10, 2011

In terms of favorite food, Mary tends to lean heavily on a good baked potato. Ramen, burgers, and plenty of baked goods are also highly liked by her. And as a vampire, Mary drinks plenty of blood.

Mary has absolutely no shame with being fat. She’s even proud of her chubby belly, and tends to enjoy people rubbing and squishing it.

If she was a Pokemon Trainer, the Pokemon on Mary’s team include Guzzlord, Hisuian Zoroark, Galvantula, Mimikyu, Glimmora, and Swoobat.

Mud is something that Mary doesn’t like. Aside from how it messes up her good looks, mud and dirt weaken her electricity a good bit.

Mary’s tongue is not only forked like a snake, it’s also a foot-and-a-half long. She also likes a good french kiss with her partners.

While her main language is English, Mary can also speak in Japanese and Spanish. This trait is also shared by both Johnny and Susan.

When comfortable, very happy, or just chill, Mary can purr like a cat. Purring is something that vampires do when they’re feeling positive.

For her most recent (and hopefully definitive) update to her design, Mary retains quite a bit of the inspirations that played a part in her look in previous years’ Wilhamena (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes), Nurse Worse (Dr. Crafty), Bayonetta, and the Monsterverse incarnation of Godzilla. The indigo highlights fading in from the red parts of Mary’s hair was inspired by Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid’s version of Quetzalcoatl. And the frisky mannerisms were also inspired by Angel from the King of Fighters series, along with the all-green eyes being inspired by Starfire.

Overall, this was not only a fun project to do with my favorite character, it serves as a good start to my many art offerings this year. As I’ve stated within the last few weeks, I wanna do more JTPE stuff, and I feel like updating Mary should serve as a good start to that. Part of me was wondering if continuing on with my brainrot of this single character to start off 2024 was a good idea, but I figured that making a revamped ref. sheet should work as a start to a year of big projects. With all of that said, here’s to not only more JT-based madness, but to more of my artistic nonsense!

(Bonus full design, along with alts)

#ultra ramblings #johnny test #my artz #maryanna #ultraverse canon #johnny test primal eternity

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spectaculardistractions · 1 year ago

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To Carlos Fuentes

Madrid, 13 November 1967

Dear Carlos, I was very pleased to get your letter. I thought you were at Lake Maggiore. How is Oxford? I assume your plans haven’t changed. And Rita and the child? Are they going to Mexico soon? If so, I’ll see them there because I plan to leave here (Madrid is loathsome) at the end of the week. I’ll go to Paris for eight or ten days to meet my granddaughter. By early December I’ll be with the little Indians. What a relief!

Over here, José Donoso visited once, over a month ago, then García Márquez. The former plans to spend a year in Spain and the latter, who was on his way to Barcelona, for a couple of years. I showed them Cambio de piel in Italian, which I still haven’t been able to get into despite knowing the language. I am taking great care of it, because of its two impressive dedications, but as far as reading goes, I’m waiting for an edition in a language more accessible to me.

I am frankly moved by your expression of friendship towards me. I mean the book you’re writing on my films, etc. Under no circumstances will I accept that you ‘submit’ the book to me before publication. Whatever next?! I shall consider myself very honoured by whatever you say, and I’m sure it will add to my understanding of myself. Speaking in all seriousness.

Here is the recipe for Bugnuellonnnni: half an ounce of English gin, a quarter of Carpano and a quarter of sweet Martini. It’s a mild plagiarism of and improvement on the Negroni. My firearms, which I have in their dozens, are important calibres. The handguns: a .38 Special, a .357 Magnum, the famous .45 owned by any self-respecting Mexican, and, lastly, the most powerful of the handguns is a .44 Magnum, the one the US police so amiably use to stop getaway vehicles. A single bullet can go straight through the driver and knock out the engine.

Daggers in the shape of a crucifix were sold in Albacete and all over Spain. They were banned because of Viridiana. The La Closerie affair was in 1926 or 1927. (A banquet for Madame Rachilde, a lot of big-shot intellectuals and a few surrealists.) When she asked them to say something at the end of the meal, I think it was Péret who stood up and slapped her. There was an almighty fuss and La Closerie was closed for several months. I wasn’t a member of the group at that point; and, anyway, I thought that the surrealists were a bunch of yéyés back then, but I do remember the restaurant being closed. I don’t think Aragón was there, but if you’re interested I could ask one of the survivors.

Sontag’s book arrived, and I wrote to thank the publisher and praise the author (the least I could do), but I turned down the invitation to adapt it for cinema. If I go back to film-making (and I doubt I will) it would have to be something big: a fine swansong or a sepulchral silence. Besides, unless you’re on the Jury, I’m not going to any festivals.

Lots of kisses for Rita and my ex-chubby one. And a very big hug for you, Luis

PS I’ve heard nothing whatsoever about Raymond Durgnat’s book or the English reviews of the valetudinarian Belle de jour.

My address in Paris from 20 to 30 November is, as always, Hotel Aiglon, 232 Boulevard Raspail. After that, the address in Mexico.

Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters

#jo evans #breixo viejo #luis bunuel: a life in letters #luis bunuel #carlos fuentes #benjamin peret #susan sontag #raymond durgnat

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Good morning Cat and Mouse! May I please get some help with some female fcs in their mid twenties to early thirties that are both chubby and lgbtqa? Thanks kindly in advance!

Nicole Byer (1986) African-American - has said she “doesn’t identify as straight” but doesn’t like labels.

Jessamyn Stanley (1987) Black - is queer.

Mare Advertencia Lirika (1987) Mexican [Zapotec] - is a lesbian.

Shay Neary (1987/1988) - is trans.

Danielle Brooks (1989) - has openly dated men and women but hasn’t labelled her sexuality publicly.

Emilia Fart (1989) - is a lesbian.

Mary Lambert (1989) - is a lesbian and has bipolar disorder.

Jazzmyne (1990) African-American / White - is queer.

Megan Stalter (1990) - is bisexual.

Jari Jones (1991) African-American / Filipino - is transqueer.

Kornbread Jeté / Elise Williams (1992) African-American - is trans and queer.

Beanie Feldstein (1993) Ashkenazi Jewish - chosen not to label her sexuality but is openly dating a woman.

Jamie Fine (1993) - is gay.

Bronwyn James (1994) - is queer.

ALMA / Alma Miettinen (1996) - queer.

CHIKA (1997) Igbo Nigerian - is bisexual.

Danielle Perez (?) - is queer and a double lower-leg amputee.

Tobi Green-Adenowo (?) - is bisexual and has Osteogenesis Imperfecta type 3.

Please let me know if I'm missing anyone, followers!

#fc help #rph #rpc #fat fc #plus size fc

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betweensunflowersandscars · 2 years ago

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Self (Part 2)

Once I asked myself that question and realized that no one was going to help me. I had to do something about it if I didn't it wouldn't be long till I ended up doing what those hallucinations wanted to happen would be the outcome much, much sooner. I had to escape I just couldn't live with the constant abuse anymore. I just wanted it to stop. I never did anyone any harm so why was I facing that all the time? I was already seen as the black sheep of the family for looking and being different. (I was a chubby, bisexual mexican chick. So that was a no-no in my family) Was that why I was being treated that way? I thought to myself, 'No this isn't right. I need to leave. I need to find an escape anything to change my life from this. This isnt living.'

During that time I was talking to my boyfriend and offered me an escape and I took it. Of course my parents thought I was insane. "You're going to move across the country to live with someone you barely know?" Yes better than here. I made my decision from that moment he offered. The girl from California was moving all the way to Michigan. My parents tried to change my mind, but I had set everything in motion. There was no turning back. I knew the risks and what I was putting myself up too, but I didn't care. I couldn't live there anymore. My home wasn't a home it was a damn cage and I was the animal trapped inside fighting everyday to survive. Yes I was leaving my family behind, but that family didn't look out for me. I was leaving everything I knew. 'You're not going to have anyone. You're not going to have friends. No support system. Nothing.' Yes I know but I'm still moving forward with that decision.

I was going to break this damn cycle of abuse. For myself and my mental health I had to break free and run and never look back.

When the moving day came it was one of the most painful, hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I had to be strong. Everything was in order until the moment the uber came to whisk me away. My mothers tears started to fall and I knew that was her last resort to making me change my mind and staying there. Oh it almost worked but I couldn't go back there. Not anymore. I kissed her and wished her well but I knew things weren't going to change. Even now as I'm typing this down I still feel all those emotions surfacing up. I had to look away from her and I said goodbye and got into the car. It wasn't until I reached the airport that all my emotions came out and I broke down crying. The receptionist at the desk thought I was a panic attack from the fear of flying and comforted me but I couldn't tell her was I had just gone through.

Once I had arrived to Michigan I moved in with my boyfriend and his family. I was still affected by everything else I had just gone through. I wasn't talking to my parents at all. I just needed that time away. I didn't want to hear and I knew deep down my mother hated me for what I did. Which was sad but I expected that. Hoo-boy once the extended family found out what had happened to my mother and how 'distraught' she was. They started to harass me. On Facebook, Instagram anywhere I was on social media they sent me messages very detailed messages to even of things I was going to die from, to being an ungrateful daughter, etc...

#online journal #online diary #severe depression #depression and anxiety #depression awareness #mental health #menatl illness #personal post

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chezzywezzy · 3 years ago

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Yandere Lost Boys (1/8)

Word count ; 4.1k

*Dedicated to @that-girl-who-writes-sometimes. Kill me. You’ll see why.

“Isn’t this totally tubular?” Ruby exclaimed as we finally arrived at the pier.

“It would be if we weren’t totally exhausted,” I groaned. “It’s been a busy goddamn day. How are you still so energetic? It’s not everyday we move across California, move into our new apartment, clean and cook and unpack, and submit resumes for part time jobs, you know.”

Ruby nudged me with an eager grin. “Exactly. And this is the best place to veg out.”

I hummed in amusement. We walked along the crowded pier. It was a Saturday and we’d just moved into an apartment for the summer because college just finished up. We had to move quick, though. And somehow, after a tiring day, this is what Ruby wanted to do instead of pass the fuck out for the night.

She was my best friend. But she was a total opposite. And I was certain she’d be the death of me, or vice versa.

Ruby was trotting alongside of me as we weaved through the various families and couples. I took a moment to glance her over. She recently had her perm redone and her long, black hair bobbed with each step. Sher was curvaceous and chubby, and she completely owned it. She had equally dark eyes and had lovely caramel skin - you wouldn’t guess that she was Mexican, though, because she’d lived in America her entire life and her accent was nonexistent. She didn’t speak Spanish fluently, either. She somehow fell into the bellbottom team pants and was otherwise wearing a crop top with a yellow and black zigzag pattern.

“Oh, look!” she exuberantly stated, pointing through the crowd to some of the rides, although she accidentally hit some dude walking past. “Oh - sorry! But look, Y/n. We have some leftovers tickets. Can’t we go on some of the rides?”

“All right. That one?” I agreed, motioning to the contraption that shot us into the air and then shot us back down.

She paled, glaring at me. “Hell no. You know how terrified I am of heights.”

“It would be nice to conquer your fear.”

“Not today, Satan.”

“Fine. So which one?”

She didn’t answer, instead wrapping her hand around my wrist and pulling me toward the theme park section of the pier, away from the stores. We ended up pushing ourself through a crowd on ten-year-olds as we saddled up into line. And finally, now that we were in line, I realized that we herein line for the merry-go-round.

“You want to spend our remaining tickets on a kid’s ride? Live a little, Rube. We can at least go in the haunted house,” I teased, rolling my eyes playfully.

“You said you were tired.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So we can go on something cute and slow so you can fall right asleep,” she argued.

I quirked a brow in amusement. “What I’m hearing is that you’re too scared to go on any of the adult rides.”

“Precisely! You understand me, Y/n,” she giggled.

The merry-go-round pulled to a stop. The conductor checked over the ride quickly as all the kids and parents filed out via the other line. Finally, the gate started, and we were allowed in. The admission was fast, even though a few tweens cut in line. Ruby almost got mad, but I reigned her back in. Those kids probably had curfew soon, anyways.

We entered the ride. I hopped on my own horse. Ruby did have a point. I was rather relaxed to lean my head against the metal bar. Ruby was on the one beside me, a foot or so in between us. Ruby looked excited. I sent her a tired smile. Even in my drowsiness, I was happy if Ruby was.

She let out a boisterous holler and pumped her hand into the air as the ride finally started. Everyone around us was chattering, and she sent me a cheeky grin as she shouted,” Fuck yes!”

Ah. She earned several glares from parents, while their children looked confused and asked what ‘fuck’ meant.Ruby giggled innocently. I couldn’t help but laugh.

I leaned my head against it. Instead of staring at Ruby, my attention went past to the pier around us. We were in the center, so people crowded us from every angle. We continued turned, and I couldn’t help but zone in on certain people. There was a hippy and his girlfriend smoking a cigarette. Two children were running away from their parents, much to their dismay. There was an angry, shouting security guard.

I sat up as, suddenly blocking my view of the security guard, a group of boys hopped the rails of the ride. It was an eclectic friend group. The leader had spiked white hair and a trench coat. Another had curly blonde hair and an elfish face, wearing a torn teeshirt. Another was blonde and was sticking to the curly-haired boy’s side, both of them displaying almost brother-like mischievousness. And the last… had gorgeous, long back hair and coffee skin. He had a leather jacket and teeshirt on and was clearly the quiet one of the group, since the securit guard was mostly chasing the other three.

Everyone hollered and gasped as, in a line, the guys hopped onto the merry-go-round. They all were grinning ear for ear. The leader was in front, pushing past the people. Some kids were shoved right off their seats and started bawling their eyes out.

I could tell with one glance that Ruby was enamored. She always had a thing for the bad boys, and her gaze was glued right on the obvious leader.

“You stupid kids, get back here!” the guard bellowed, having finally gotten his large, short body over the fence. The conductor still didn’t stop the ride, leaving the man to circle the ride in anticipation. “I thought I told you not to come back!”

Ruby, with a grin, waved to the leader as he came shoving past. He sent her a daring smirk, even sending a wink toward her. My view was quickly blocked from the scene, though, as the curly-haired guy swerved next to me, sloppily blowing me a kiss.

“Hey there, angel face!” he shouted over the crowd.

May jaw dropped and I was about to reply, but he was shoved forward again. The merry-go-round kept spinning, and I felt myself just as drawn to the group. More so than anything, though, when the dark horse of the group came sliding past. We made but brief eye contact, but boy, was he cute. It wasn’t much, but it made my heart skip a beat.

Ruby and I simultaneously watched as the men hopped off, almost getting caught by the guard. However, they pushed him away and hopped the metal fence again, leaving security in the dust. I could almost differentiate their howling laughter amongst the hoard.

I blinked, realizing the ride had come to a stop. My legs felt like jelly as I hopped off. Ruby was still staring into the crowd, trying to pick up the bad boy strangers. And although I also appreciated their sexiness, I wasn’t looking for a summer fling like she was.

“Did you see them?” she squealed, maintaining a death grip on my wrist as we exited the ride. “We definitely picked the right ride.”

“It was kind of impossible to miss them,” I giggled. “Don’t tell me you want to try and find them.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you. I was just planning on dragging you along.”

We went through the crowd, her original idea of exploring more of the rides and games abandoned. We somehow ended up returning the way we came, and the crowd was more dispersed. The stores were beginning to shut down, too. The only one on the pier that wasn’t shrouded in darkness was the video store and the comic book store - of which I sent a resume to both.

Ruby, finally exhausted and discouraged, slowed our urgent pace. I took control, tugging her lightly so that we were leaning against the rail and looking out toward the ocean. The moon sparkled against the opal waters. The reflection shifted constantly in a pattern.

I crossed my arms and leaned against it. “You know, when it’s not crowded with people and it’s not blisteringly hot, this town is pretty. But only this spot specifically.”

Ruby laughed, leaning against the rail as well. “We have to go skinny-dipping here sometime. What else is the ocean made for, if not for that?”

“I was trying to create a moment and instead you bring up skinny-dipping.”

“You know you love me for it.”

“That would be correct. Totally.”

Silence fell over us. I occasionally peered over my shoulder at the passing people. We were close to the back ‘entrance’, where we’d snuck in originally. The front was crowded with parked cars and drunkards. We were almost at the end of the pier, where the bridge connected to a grassy. hill. Laying on the ground nearby, though, were four consecutive, sleek motorcycles.

“Hey. Do you think one of those belongs to your soulmate?” I snickered, motioning to the pile.

She gasped quietly. “Oh my god! You just might be right for once in your life. There’s four of them, too. Thank god you stopped us here. They could return any second now.”

“That is, if Larry the security guard doesn’t catch up to them first.”

“There’s a fat chance of that happened. Ha! Get that? Because he’s fat?”

“Wow, what a clever joke,” I mused sarcastically.

“I know it is because I said it.”

Just as we were turning back toward the ocean, something caught my eye. Or more like someone. I immediately nudged Ruby, and she couldn’t help but giggle ecstatically. Walking across the pier in our direction was the group fo guys from earlier. My eyes couldn’t help but linger on the eye candy of the group, though.

The group had clearly noticed us. My mouth twitched into a smile, and my heart immediately started beating faster. Ruby squeezed my lower arm once before standing straight, beaming at the boys.

“Hey, there. I’m David,” the leader greeted charismatically, and the other followed in suit. “What are you girls up to?”

The elfish one from earlier stupid away and immediately leaned against the rail, clicking his tongue and sending me a wink. I grinned back at him before returning my attention the leader. Ruby might as well had had heart eyes. That’s how obsessed she was with the man already.

“David, huh? I’m Ruby and she’s Y/n. We, uh… were just taking a walk.”

Davidi hummed, nodding. My eyes returned to my personal favorite, and it pleased me that we were making steady eye contact, even though he was nervous. He was clutching his leather jacket tightly.

“Is that so…? Well, if you’re interested, you can come join us on a drive instead.”

That was exactly what Ruby was hoping for. “Oh, that sounds perfect! Right, Y/n?”

I was. Broken out of my stupor and I felt my cheeks redden in realization that the attention was on me. I was still alert and it wasn’t a good idea to go off with a group of suspicious strangers, but… fuck it.

“Uh, yeah. That sounds cool.”

David smirked and the guys cheered happily. While David quickly wrapped his arm around Ruby’s shoulders, the curly-haired man did the same. I let it happen, since it didn’t seem threatening, and in fact, he seemed quite friendly. As we walked toward the motorcycles, only vaguely aware of the other conversations going on, I inquired politely,” And you are?”

“Marko. My other pals are Paul and Dwayne, but you can just forget about them, angel face.”

I snorted incredulously. “Keep trying, elf boy. I’m sure it’ll get you places.”

I heard Paul and Dwayne laugh at his expense, while Marko sent me a glower. He let go of me for the sake of pulling his motorcycle off the ground, but that was enough for Paul to swoop in beside me. He lowered close but not close enough to be uncomfortable.

“Hey, wanna ride with me?”

I smirked, taking a glance at Ruby, who was already saddling up with David. I nodded, taking a step away from Marko, who sent a curse flying Paul’s way. Paul picked up his motorcycle and I awkwardly slung myself onto it. My hands immediately found themselves wrapping around his waist tightly. I’d only been on a motorcycle a few times, and each was as terrifying as the last.

“Hold on tight, spider monkey.”

My breath caught in my throat as the motorcycles zoomed up the hill. They ended up continuing across the hills, higher and higher. However, with the elevation change, came more and more blinding fog. I clung to Paul with every fiber of my being, and over the sounds of the speeding engines, I heard cheers and hollers of adrenaline, including Ruby’s.

I clutched my hands, my hair whipping in the wind. It was almost frightening how fast they were going. Even the headlights didn’t penetrate the fog. Whenever I opened my eyes, I found that tears sprouted to them from the force, and I ended up burying my face in Paul’s neck.

It was cold.

When I looked up one last time, a scream bubbled in my throat as a cliff edge showed up. I was too frozen in fear to release it, though, and that was the right decision. Because, just as the front wheel penetrated the edge, he swerved and hit the breaks.

My hair was messier than usual and I finally released the man. I shakily got off, but akin to the merry-go-round, I found myself with jelly legs. I couldn’t see the others yet, but I could hear the clearly now that the motorcycles were abandoned on the ground.

I exhaled sharply, and Paul snickered. “We got ya good, huh?”

“I’ll say,” I grumbled, still shivering. It was the middle of summer, but after that ride, I had chills rolling down my back.

Marko emerged from the fog, tossing his arm around my shoulder. I hugged myself as the two boys escorted me around the cliff. I was starting to get a little worried, but my gut wasn’t screaming to run away just yet. I couldn’t help it. I was intrigued.

We came up to a rocky path that led down the cliff. It wound around the side, and as we drew closer to the ocean, I noticed a light amidst the fog. At the base of the ocean was a cave entrance.

How odd.

“Holy shit, this is so cool!” Ruby fangirled.

I shrugged free of the two boys and stood next to her. David had an arm around her shoulder, wearing a knowing smirk. I finally took the chance to take in my surroundings.

Inside the cave was an entire house, pretty much. There were many glittering antiques lying around. Stalactites were on the rocky ceiling. There were various large rugs and dressers. Somehow, there was a mini fridge against the wall. A torn up couch was also agains the wall, and other chairs were strewn about. There were lamps and candles everywhere, and I noticed that to the right, there was nothing but darkness, supposedly where the cave grew deeper.

“This is the den. Make yourselves at home, girls,” David insisted, detaching from Ruby’s side.

I glanced around. Paul and Marko walked around me and dived toward the couch, but their eyes immediately returned to me when they’d settled. Dwayne, of whom was impossible not to stare at with how gorgeous his hair was, went and leaned against a far wall. He wasn’t looking at me. But then, his eyes flitted toward me. HE almost seemed shy and looked away immediately.

“Y/n!” Marko called, patting an open spot between the two. I strained a smile. The atmosphere of the place… had changed. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something was sketchy. I mean, what run-of-the-mill men had a cave of their own?

I plopped between them, and it wasn’t a moment too soon because Marko was quick to wrap his arm around my neck and pull me to him. He was grinning ear from ear, although there was something meticulous in his sparkling eyes. I noticed how cold he was, too.

I heard two glasses clink. Ruby held two wine glasses while David finally stood straight, shutting the mini fridge and holding up a clear bottle of swirling maroon liquid. There was something dangerous in his eyes. I didn’t like where this was going. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to tag along, although I wouldn’t dream of abandoning Ruby.

“How about it, girls? Care to show us what you got?” David requested, swinging the bottle.

Ruby sat on the ground in front of the living room table. She set the glasses done, giggling gleefully. I tried getting her attention, praying she was sane enough to realize the dangerous situation we’d just walked into.

“I think I’ll pass,” I spoke up suddenly.

David, who had already started pouring into a second one, froze. Everyone’s attention shifted to me and I noticed the strain in everyone’s grin. Ruby just looked confused, tilting her head.Even Marko and Paul had a displeased glare.

“What? Don’t you trust us?” Marko asked, although there was a snide undertone. I felt him tense, and shivers rolled down my spine.

“Well, seeing as you’re all strangers, no. I don’t trust any of you in the slightest,” I tittered.

I felt Paul’s hand slide across my upper back. His cold fingers tickled me through my teeshirt, and I was beginning to wish I’d come up with some lie. David wasn’t giving up though, instead convincing my friend. He leered over her, winking.

“Your friend thinks we’re bad guys,” he chuckled. “But you know better, don’t you, Ruby? You’re no coward.”

She maintained eye contact for a moment before looking back at David. It was as though she physically melted from his seductive stare.

“Oh, fuck it. It’s summer.”

The boys cheered, minus Dwayne. I glanced at him, only to see that he was watching me intently. Even when I stared back and he visibly shrunk away, he tilted his head at me and his mouth twitched. Even in this uncertain situation, I couldn’t help but drool over the mysterious man.

I observed Ruby downing the glass without stopping. Once she sucked in the last drop, she smashed the glass back onto the table proudly, beaming. “Damn, that tasted good. It just be expensive.”

“Let’s just say that it’s hard to get,” Paul stated.

All of the boys roared in laughter, while me and Ruby were left to question what the hell they were on about. Something about his statement rubbed me the wrong way. I went to sit up and free myself from the two mens’ invasive arms, but Marko almost seemed to have claws as he held me with them.

“Would you look at that,” David mused in mock awe. “You sure you don’t want to try, Y/n? It’s of the divine quality. Not even a sip?”

Once again, everyone was staring at me with such a predatory gaze. I found myself looking at Dwayne, and he had a thin frown. My heart was beating, half because I was in the presence of the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, and otherwise because I was scared shitless but these strangers.

I shook my head, gulping. “I have work tomorrow. I shouldn’t be drinking.”

“One sip isn’t going to get you drunk, angel face.”

“God, fuck you guys,” Ruby suddenly groaned irritably. “Let my girl be. I need her sober so that we can actually get home.”

“Marko, Paul, can’t you two see you’re making her uncomfortable?”

All eyes went to Dwayne, who’d spoken for the first time. Even his friends were caught off guard, reinforcing the idea that he was generally silent. However, Marko grinned, nuzzling the side of my head with his knuckles.

“If she was, she’d say something. Don’t tell her you’re after my new girl?” Paul flirted jokingly.

“She doesn’t need to say anything. She’s actively trying to get away.”

Dwayne’s voice was deep and his composure was serious and tense. I could tell something was amiss, but maybe Dwayne wasn’t as okay with it as the rest of his friends. Or, maybe, he felt the same chemistry I did with him. I sent him a grateful smile, and he finally looked away. I could’ve sworn I saw his cheeks darken.

David laughed slowly, somehow standing near the fridge again. “Looks like Dwayne has a crush on our new friend. Would you look at that.”

I finally mustered the courage to clear my throat and wrench myself free from Paul and Marko. There was something so sinister about their presences now, even though earlier they exude friendliness and the auras of eager puppy dogs. Marko more so than Paul. And yet, Marko seemed far more dangerous than his friend.

Dwayne clammed up after that. I ended up sitting on the rug next to Ruby. She was grinning lazily, her head tilting all over the place. I only went to parties with her a few times, but I always thought she held her liquor better than that. Her fingers ghosted over the handle of the other wine glass.

“You, uh, boys don’t plan on drinking this, r-r-right?”

“You sure you don’t want to have some, Y/n?” Marko perked up.

David waved his hand dismissively. “Calm yourselves, boys. She can try it next time when we’re deemed ‘trustworthy’.”

The guys cackled, and I swerved my head to look at Dwayne when he let out a low chuckle. I guess he did enjoy their presence. And here I thought he hated his friends or was blackmailed into hanging out with them. He watched me with intrigue. Even in the shadows, I could tell he was blushing.

Ruby, in the meantime, downed the rest of the wine. The men didn’t even stop her when she reached for the entire wine bottle and took continuous swigs. From my experience, alcohol never tasted good. There was always a bitterness to it that Ruby made sure to tell me about. But she looks like she was enjoying the beverage.

“We’ve never seen you girls at the pier before,” Paul engaged in conversation. “Are you two new in town? It’s a small place, what, with all the murders and missing people.”

Shivers rolled down my spine, but Ruby beat me to it. “The fuck…? What do ya’s mean, missing?”

“You two didn’t know?” David snickered haughtily. “Santa Carla is the order capital of the world.”

Ruby gasped in fear, suddenly clutching at my arm. “Oh…! Who… who fucking… kills people?”

“Usually murderers,” I quipped in discomfort.

I twas like we were being held under a microscope. The boys all watched me carefully, laughing exuberantly as per usual. I didn’t like how predatory their eyes were. It made me squirm in place. However, Dwayne’s chuckles didn’t sound quite as dangerous and threatening as the others.

“We’ve got a comedian in the house, I see,” David proclaimed. “You know, I’m starting to like you, Y/n,”

“Even if you are a prude,” Marko added, which earned him a glare from me.

I didn’t like that they liked me. I didn’t like much of what was going on. I watched as David opened the mini fridge again. However, Paul started up again,” You two didn’t answer the question.”

Ruby stare at me expectantly. “W - well, uh, we just moved here for the summer. We’re waiting for college to start again and figured we’d find some part-time job. We rented one of those run down but homely houses.”

“Where?” Paul continued to prod.

“It’s on ‘one of your beeswax’ avenue.”

Ruby giggled and piped up,” It’s actually on Drivel drive! The small white house —“

I clicked my tongue and smacked the side of her head. She mewled in mock pain, but the guys once again howled in laughter. I wasn’t sure what was amusing, but I sure as hell didn’t want to find out. It was then that I realized David was hovering behind me. He loomed over and placed a plastic box in front of me. It was some Chinese take-out with chopsticks stuck to the side of the box.

“You girls must be hungry. How about some chow mien?” David offered.

#yandere #x y/n #x reader #self insert #yandere slashers #lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #david tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #yandere x reader #michael tlb #paul tlb #yandere lost boys

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dontworrysunflower · 3 years ago

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As It Was: Behind the Scenes | h.s.

i mean…how could i not. my first headcanon so be nice :) and thank you @watchmegetobsessed for literally having this idea and letting me use it :’)

and happy (mexican) mother’s day!

harry dreaded leaving the house the morning of his video shoot, knowing he had to leave the comfort of his home

and he had to leave his newborn daughter, lila, for the first time

he begrudgingly left with a kiss to you lips and a peck to his daughters nose

he backed out of the driveway as you and lila stood outside, your hand gently raising hers to make her wave at him

when he got to set, he immediately started talking about his little family back home and how he loves being a dad

everyone was behind schedule because he wouldn’t stop talking

without harry’s knowledge, jeff sends you a text

pleaseee visit he won’t shut up

way ahead of you azoff

harry had already texted you, asking for pictures and videos of you two ‘he doesn’t forget you’

you were already dressing lila in a comfortable onesie before heading to set

his song was already playing when you got there, which meant they were already filming bits of the music video

you thought you could sneak in, admire harry from afar before he notices and disrupts everything again

but lila sneezes

and it’s like harry has supersonic hearing when it comes to his daughter, especially when she sneezes (you will admit, they’re the cutest sneezes ever)

he stops lip syncing and immediately turns in your direction, his smile widening as he sees your daughter perched up on your hip, giant baby bag sitting by your feet

he literally jumps off the spinning platform and runs towards you, his arms opening and immediately scooping lila in his arms, kissing all over her face

‘hello to you too, i guess’ you thought

you were pretty sure jeff groaned in frustration

harry’s turns lila around in his arms so her little booty is sitting on his forearm, his other hand holding her up by her stomach

he walks around, pointing to the walls and other people, introducing her as “baby lila anne styles”

she looks bewilderedly at the set around them, her eyes wide, dimples showing off, just like her dad’s

he would again, continue to talk about her to the crew, saying things like

“she’s the best crawler, you guys. and she’s so smart too, i just know her first word will be dada. isn’t that right lila?” he cooed

you rolled your eyes

he put her down on the ground and hold her up by her little chubby hands, trying to will her to walk around

when that went to no avail, he picked her up again and brought her up to the spinning platform, carefully sitting down with her in his lap

harry quietly asked someone to turn it on, and surely it started to go around in circles

your eyes widen in panic, “slower baby, slower”

when the speed went down, as did your tense shoulders, her little giggle filled the room

which made harry smile too, the biggest ever

soon he had to actually work, so he handed her back to you, but not before kissing both of your heads

he barely got any work done, he would sing two lines and then would run over to you, lightly tickling lila and playing with her before doing his next scene

at one point, he laid flat on his back on the floor, her little body right on top of his, her little head right under his chin

(you did sneak a little picture)

there was one scene where he wasn’t in it, so he stood in the background as the song played, lila being held up securely on his side as he swayed and danced around with her

then the scene came where he was practically naked, a colorful background behind him

he, again, only sang two lines before grabbing lila from you, bringing her over to the painted set, taking her little finger and dragging it along the lines of the walls, her eyes wide at the colors

harry gasps after a while, which scared you because you thought something happened

“does anyone have the paint used for this?” he asked

surely someone had some of the blue paint and he excited ran over to the bucket and used a small brush to paint her hand, the brush bristles tickling her hand, making her giggle again

he carefully ran over to the set and pressed her hand on the wall gently, leaving the smaller little handprint he’s ever seen

you later reprimanded him and made him finish his set, you and lila sitting against the wall, watching him sing along to his own voice

sooner or later they do actually get stuff done, and he can finally go home with his girls

when he announces his song, he posts a picture of the handprints on the wall (you and harry later did it too, right next to your daughters), a picture of him and lila on the floor together and a video of them spinning on the platform

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yay!! these are actually kinda fun lol

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iiapple · 8 months ago

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god fucking forbid a mexican sees you take pride in the states or depicts themselves in a realistic manner as a way to communicate personal experiences theyre gonna pull these putrid images that totally arent racist or white supremacist to the core

tell me why the chubby/fat curly haired brown little girl drawn as a Child is cringe and bad. why is the very image youd want a macho white man. i cant jerk off to this child she doesnt have an hourglass figure oh those stupid liberal latinxs in the west (we are all living on the west)

dislike for this show is understandable and its all subjective but what i dont get is ppl misunderstanding its intended purposes as its a reflection of the creator's childhood and upbringing and not meant to be a 1:1 reflection of Every Latin Person's Life but i guess latinxs cant help but turn white supremacist over the smallwst bit of someome not hating their skin colour or experiences growing up being proud

#sure i think theres wrongs in stuff like. saying cinco de mayo is a widely celebrated mexican holiday #and tacos blah blah #but can we use our thinking caps for a second

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milkmily · 3 years ago

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Kiss and meet [Eddie Munson]

Eddie Munson x Latina/Hispanic Chubby Reader

Eddie has been thinking about you scene the party. He thought sneaking you out would be an amazing idea. So he threw rocks at your window and couldn't wait to take you out. You two have fun and then he invites you to meet his club members.

YOU ALL WERE SO SWEET IN THE LAST ONE 😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

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Your family from your dad's sids was over at your house. You didn't talk to them much other than greeting them and answering some questions they asked. You mostly spend the time in your room. But now that they know you dropped out of college, for sure they were going to talk about you behind your back.

Your parents were alright with you dropping out. They did react badly but they saw it was your life and just brushed it off. You knew they were still disappointed that you dropped, but at least you have a nice job that helps you pay rent and food.

But you weren't worried about them talking behind you. You were rather excited today! Eddie asked you out and you are sneaking out. Your parents don't like you going out while there are guests around. So the best thing to do is to sneak out. It's not like it's the first time you've ever sneaked out.

You walked down stairs and grabbed a glass of water. "I'm going to bed early. Good night." You say and everyone says goodnight. You stopped halfway to the stairs and listened and watched their conversation. "Well, Analilia is in college and she's almost going to graduate! She's going to get an amazing job." One of your aunts says. "And [Name] dropped out only to work at a horrible job." She says. "Yes, but it's her decision." Your mom says, sounding annoyed.

"I bet her excuse was stupid too. I mean, she isn't even married! If she doesn't want to go to school, she at least has to get married." Your aunt says and your father's eyes go wide. "Mi hija tuvo una buena excusa. Y no andes hablando de mi niña así. Si sigues así, por favor, salgan de nuestra casa." Your dad says. Your aunt nods and apologizes. You knew she would, she doesn't even live in Hawkins. Your uncle wanted to visit because he and your dad get along well.

You couldn't help but smile and walk up the stairs quietly. You locked the door to your room and started to prepare yourself. You grab a bunch of clothes out of your closet till you find the perfect one. Once you were done with that, you did your makeup and soon added some perfume.

You hear something hit your window and you smile knowing who was out. You opened your window and saw the long haired man. You grabbed your bag and threw it at him. He catches it and then sees you climb out of your window. "Wowo! Hold it!" He says and drops your bag. He prepares for when you could fall. You successfully landed with no injuries.

"Eddie!" You say, wrap your arms around and kiss his cheek and the other. "Okay! Let's go then!" You say as you walk to his car. Eddie touched his cheek and smiles like an idiot in love(which he very much is). He followed and got in his car. "Alright, you ready?"

"Yup! Let's go!" You say and he starts the car and goes. You weren't really talking much and he could see you were a little upset.

"I told my friends about you." He says. You raise your eyebrows and look at him then back to the window. "You better have said something nice about me." You say and Eddie smiles. "I did and they absolutely love you. Dustin wants to meet you." He says. "He also said he wants to go to a party with me too because it sounded cool." You chuckled and said, "Well lucky for him, there will be a party in 2 weeks."

"Another one?"

"Yup! And you will be dancing with me this time. Mom had you all day last time." He chuckled as he remembered how your mom had him moving all day. "I'll gladly dance with you and show you how well I dance to Mexican songs." You laughed and Eddie melted. He loves making you laugh. You locked hands with Eddie and say, "Thank you."

"For what?" He asks as he tries to keep looking at the road. He was for sure going crazy right now.

"Making me feel better. Family from my dad's side were talking shit about me."

"The same aunt from the party?"

"No, from my dad's side." You say and hold tightly on to his hand. "They are here because my dad and uncle get along and are throwing a small party. Just family." You say. "But you can come over."

"When is it?"

"Like in 2 days."

"I can't, I have something to do." He says. He had a meeting with his club. He'd love to go! He enjoyed the last party and he for sure would love this one. But he had to go to play D&D. "Can I go with you?" You say and lay your head on his arm.

"W-With me?"

"Yes. I have nothing to do there. All there will be is chisme and drunk uncles and aunts."

"Where I am going is to play D&D." He said and you smiled. "Perfect! I can meet everyone! I'll probably bring everyone something to eat." You say. "Also where are we going?"

"We are almost there." He says and soon goes into the woods. You smiled and knew where he was taking you. "Lover lake?"

"I mean, we can look at the stars and probably just, you know, know more about each other." He says and bites his bottom lip, in hopes of you liking the idea. "It sounds way better than being taken to a restaurant."

"Oh thank God. I was going to take us to a record store or a restaurant." He says and parks his car. "Ohh, the record store is actually a really cool place. It will be our 4th date then." You say as you hop out of the car. Eddie was so in love with you. This man would do anything for you.

Eddie gets out of the car and locks the door. He opens the truck and gets out two brown bags and a blanket. "¿Y qué es eso?" You ask, pointing at the brown bags. "No clue what you said, but I'm guessing what these are." He says as he holds the bags up. "This will be our very fancy dinner." He says and hands them to you.

"With our very fancy and fine soda drinks." You giggled at him and nodded. "Alright Mr. Fancy guy. Let's go on our fancy date." You say as he closes the back and walks with you. "Sooo, what were you studying In college?" He asks. Eddie is actually really curious about what you studied. He also wants to know why you dropped out and what made you come back to Indiana. Also your favorite artist and he wants to learn a bit of Spanish cuz it sounds really romantic to him.

"Well, I studied to be a lawyer. But I saw that I had to study and study even if I graduated. So that was my first reason. The second one was money. I couldn't afford it so I left California and moved back to Indiana with my parents." You say.

"What about you?" You ask. "Oh, well… um, I haven't graduated." He says and finds the perfect spot for you two. He lays the blanket down and sits down. He puts a drink down and pats down, making you sit down.

"But I am for sure going to graduate this year!" He says as he sips his soda. "I'm sure you will." You say as you hand him the bags. "I'll even help you with your homework."

"Really?"

"I already passed through that. I'm sure I can do this." You say and look in the bag. "You got tacos?"

"Yeah, I really liked the ones at the party so I decided to get some for us." He says. "But I didn't really understand what he was saying so I got us like 4 different meats." He says and holds out to places. You get out the two others and smile. "Aww, Eddie." You get closer to him and kiss his cheek. "That's really sweet of you."

Eddie rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and said, "Stop, I'm blushing." You laughed and grabbed your soda. "Let's eat then!"

You grabbed your plate and unwrapped the tinfoil around it. "Also, they gave me like 5 small cups of salsas. And half of them were opened." He says as he holds out the ones that survived. "Thank you Mi amor." You say. As Eddie stops himself from eating his taco and looks at you. "You called me what?"

"Mi amor?"

"W-What does that mean?" He says as he has a smile on his face. "I think you already know with that stupid sweet smile in your face." You say and Eddie looks away. "Probably, probably not. Need to confirm if it is what I think it is?" You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "It's my love."

"Aww stop! I'm so red right now." You laughed and shook your head. "Oh I am sorry my lady. It's just I love seeing your blush." Eddie smiles and eats his food. "So, um, how's life?"

"It's good. Haven't sneaked out in a long time. So let's hope I don't get my ass whooped."

"You still get hit by your parents?" Eddie asks, concerned. "Umm, yeah? If you live under their roof, and by their I mean my parents, you must follow the rules."

"Aren't you like 20?"

"Yes, but I live under their roof." Eddie just nods. You two continue to talk and laugh. Eddie tries repeating Spanish words that were probably bad words you told him to say. He always asks if it means good or bad and you say good. But to never use them on your parents. That just confirms their bad. But he still says them to get you to laugh.

You two are now lying on the blanket and watching the stars. Eddie really isn't because he's just looking at you. You are the only one looking at the stars. "Hey, what time is it?" You ask. "It's…" Eddie checks his watch and says, "it's 12:30."

"Shit!" You sit up and get your belongings. "We need to go!" You say and Eddie gets up. He tries to help you get up, but decline nicely and get up yourself. You two get in his car and took off. "I am so sorry Eddie. But I don't want to get in trouble." You sat. "Don't worry, you are all good." He says and holds your hand. You hold his hand and calm down. "I had lots of fun today." You say. "I was hoping you were going to like it." He says. You two soon get to your house but he passes by it and parks his car. "How are you getting in?" He asks and gets out. You get out and say, "My brother left a latter where my window is." You say and you two walk to your place. You sneak behind the house and Eddie just follows you.

"Well, my stop is here." You say and Eddie sees the latter. "Holy shit, he actually left it there."

"He likes you. So he put it there. He used to not leave it there if he didn't like a guy I dated. " he just nods and you get close to him. "I actually had lots of fun. I'm excited to meet your friends." You say and tilt your head to the side and smile. "T-Thats good." He says and gulps. "They will love you."

"I hope so." You say and cup his cheeks. You get closer to his face and soon, you two almost touched lips when you stopped. He was scared you could hear his heart. But he kind of wanted you to hear just to show how crazy in love he is for you. You gave him some time to pull away but Eddie just pushed you in and kissed you. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around him. You pulled from the kiss and smiled. "See you later, Eddie."

"Yeah, see you later [Name]." You go up the latter and Eddie sees you get in. You waved at him and closed the window. Eddie whispers a small 'yes!' And jumps. He runs away and goes to his car. Eddie goes in his car and laughs. He hides his face with his hands and giggles.

Ohhh how he was going to tell the guys what happened and for sure they were going to be jealous.

"Don't believe you." Mike says. "Seriously?" Eddie says and Mike shrugs. "You say all of this but haven't even introduced her."

"I literally told you guys about her, the food they gave at the party, and her family last time." Eddie says and he hears Gareth hum. "I mean, we really can't believe you if we haven't met her." Gareth says. The rest nodded except for Dustin. "You all really think I can't date people?"

"I believe you do." Dustin says. "And I'd like to meet her." He says. "And you will! In two days!"

"That's when we play!" Mike says. "And she's coming over! We talked about it." Eddie says. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. They really think he can't pull?

He groans and says, "She's coming in two days. She says she is bringing you all something. So be kind!" They all nod and Dustin does a little cheer.

"But isn't that the day we play?" Mike questioned and Eddie nods. "Yes, and she would like to see us play?" Mile rolled his eyes. "Can't she come another day?"

"Nope, it's already planned."

"I am so nervous." You say as you check yourself in the small mirror. You fixed your hair and checked your earrings.

"Calm down. They will like you. Plus, they are kids." Eddie says and parks the car in front of the school.

"Yes, but a good first impression is very important, Eddie. Plus, they trust you and I want them to trust me too." You say as you hold on to the regtengal tray. "You think they like sweet stuff too?" You ask. "We will see." He says and signs. He holds your hand and kisses it. "Everything will go well. Trust me. Dustin absolutely loves you." He says and he sees you smile. "There is that smile." He says and kisses your cheek.

"Ya parale." You say and you feel your ears get hot. "Okay, how do I look?" You ask as you look at him. "So fucking gorgeous." He says and you giggled. "Stop or I'm going to kiss you again."

"Oh, I'd love that." He moves your hair behind your ear and looks at your lips. You look at him and get close. "HEY! YOU TWO COMING OR ARE JUST STAYING THERE TO MAKE OUT?" You pushed Eddie away and looked behind him. There was a boy with a cap on. He had the same shirt that Eddie had. His eyes go wide and smiles. He waves at you and you smile at him. "Hello!!" You heard him say and you giggled. "He's so adorable." You say. You get out of the car while holding the tray.

The boy runs up to you and waves. "Hi! I'm Dustin!"

"You're Dustin! Eddie has told me about you?"

"Really?" You nodded and his smile went wider. "Hahaha! Nice! What did you get there?" He asks as he points at the tray. "Um, it's Flan." He gives you a puzzled look. "It's cream caramel." He tilted his head to the side and shook your head. "When we are inside, you can get a slice." Dustin nods and walks inside. "Let's go then." Eddie says and holds the tray for you. "Dustin is like a huge fan of yours." He says as he walks beside you.

"I can tell. He seemed really excited to see me." You two head to his club classroom and hear Dustin. "She's here! She even brought something called a flan? I honestly don't know what it is but she says it's sweet." He says and they just nod. "How much did he pay you?" Mike asks.

"Ouch, a little offended you guys don't think I'm real." They all look at each other and their eyes go wide as they see you. "That's her! That's [Name]!" Dustin says. "And she brought us flan."

Eddie walks in and points at an empty chair. You sit on it and look around. It was all decorated on theme and even Eddie had a chair that looked like it belonged to a king. "So, um, how long have you been together?" Mike asks. "I guess 4 weeks?" You say and Eddie nods. Eddie is just so happy and lucky to have you. He feels like the luckiest man alive right now. Eddie is just looking at you the whole time while the rest ask you questions about yourself.

"Eddie says you speak Spanish, say someone in spanish." Dustin says. "What do you want me to say?" You ask and he thinks for some minutes. "Anything really."

"Si eso dices." Dustin is impressed and tries copying what you say. Mike tries correcting him but he also fails at it. "What does that even mean?" Mike asks. "If you say so." He nods and says, "Can we have a piece?"

"Go ahead. I brought it for a reason." Mike is first to go and then the rest. Soon, they start their game while you eat your flan and giggle whenever they do their acting parts. It was honestly fun being with them. Soon the game came to an end.

You all said goodbye as you went with Eddie and drove off to your house. "What did I tell you? They loved you!"

"Thank God, I was so worried that they would hate me."

"They would never. You are so sweet. How could someone hate you?" You chuckled and shook your head. "Stop being so sweet Eddie."

"I'm telling the truth!" He says and you giggled. "Hey, so I got you something." Eddie says as he parks his car. He looks behind and gets out a bag. "I remember you said you liked, um I honestly don't know how to pronounce their name but here." He says and hands you a cassette tape. You screamed when you saw the cover. "Holy shit! You got me [F/Spanish artist from the 80s]!" You grabbed his collar shirt and pulled him into a quick kiss.

"Thank you so much. Fuck, I owe you for this."

"N-No! You're good!" He says. "Seriously, thank you so fucking much Eddie. God I love you for this." You put it in your bag and held his hand. You kissed it and looked at him. Eddie smiles and starts driving again. "So, the party. When is it again?"

"In two weeks. It's my cousin's quinsañera." You say and Eddie just nods. "What should I bring as a gift?" He asks. "Well, you can bring makeup or clothes. Anything girly you know?"

"I suck at that. You'll have to come with me to go shopping." You smiled and nodded. "Alright then. I'll be helping you. I need to get her something too." You say and lay your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and smiled. You seriously loved this man so much. He's always so kind to you and so loving.

You felt the car stop and opened your eyes. You look at Eddie and smile. Eddie was bright red and you laughed. "Well, I'll see you later. Take care amor." You kiss his cheek and get off. He watches you get inside your house and drives off.

He giggles and thinks, 'hehehe she called me love'

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