#my babysitters a vampire x y/n
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❝corny lines wins the girl❞
✭ pairing : rory keaner x reader
✭ fandom : my babysitters a vampire
✭ summary : sure rory’s looks changed since becoming a vampire, he’s got a bit more muscular and he grew a few inches but he was still the same the old geeky rory, a bad flirt with even worse pick up lines, turns out some people are into that kinda thing.
✭ authors note : i definitely had a crush on this boy back when I watched disney
Rory Keaner had always been the quintessential nerd. With his mop of unruly brown hair, glasses that constantly slid down his nose, and an obsession with all things sci-fi and fantasy, he was a familiar face at Whitechapel High School. But there was something different about him now, something that caught the attention of his best friends, Ethan and Benny.
Since being turned into a vampire, Rory had undergone some changes. He'd grown a few inches taller, and his once lanky frame had filled out with a hint of muscle. He still wore his nerdy graphic tees and carried around his trusty backpack filled with books, but there was an air of confidence about him that hadn't been there before. Vampirism had its perks, it seemed.
One sunny morning, as Rory, Ethan, and Benny made their way through the crowded school halls, a hush fell over the students. Heads turned, and whispers of excitement rippled through the crowd. Rory followed their gazes and froze in his tracks.
There, standing near the lockers, was a girl he had never seen before. Her name was (Y/N), and she was a vision of beauty. Long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that seemed like it belonged in a fashion magazine. Her eyes sparkled with an indescribable allure, and her smile could have lit up the darkest of nights.
Rory's heart skipped a beat as he watched her. He couldn't tear his eyes away. She was the kind of girl who seemed to belong to a different world, a world far removed from the one he inhabited. But that didn't stop him from hoping.
Ethan and Benny exchanged knowing glances, and Benny couldn't help but tease his friend. "Rory, buddy, I hate to break it to you, but she's way out of your league."
Ethan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, man, she's like a movie star or something. What chance do you think you have?"
Rory couldn't help but smile, a newfound determination in his eyes. "You'll never get anywhere in life if you don't try," he said with a shrug. "Besides, you never know until you take a chance."
With that, he walked over towards (Y/N), determined to introduce himself and see where this unexpected encounter might lead.
Rory took a deep breath and leaned casually against the locker next to (Y/N)'s. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but there was a newfound confidence coursing through his veins. Clearing his throat nervously, he turned to her and flashed a somewhat awkward smile.
"Hey there," he began, trying to sound smooth but failing slightly. "I'm Rory. Rory Keaner."
(Y/N) looked at him, her lips curling into a faint smile as she glanced up from her book. "Nice to meet you, Rory. I'm (Y/N)."
Rory's heart raced, but he pressed on, determined not to back down now. He took a deep breath and delivered a classic, albeit corny, pickup line, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
(Y/N) chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "No," she replied with a playful smirk. "But I did cut up my hands and knees a bit crawling up from hell."
Rory grinned, relieved that she was playing along. "Well," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "that must be why my heart's on fire for you."
(Y/N) burst into laughter, her melodious giggles filling the hallway. It was a response Rory hadn't expected, but it was music to his ears. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at her reaction.
"You certainly have a way with words, Rory," (Y/N) said, still laughing. "I have to admit, that was a good comeback."
Rory blushed, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with his vampire abilities. "Thanks," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "So, do you come here often? I mean, to this locker, I mean...not that I'm stalking you or anything!"
(Y/N) laughed again, this time more gently. "No worries, Rory. I just moved here, so this is my first day. I guess we're locker neighbors now."
Rory's heart soared. He couldn't believe his luck. "Well, in that case, welcome to Whitechapel High, (Y/N). If you ever need help finding your way around or just someone to talk to, I'm your guy."
(Y/N) smiled warmly at him, and for a brief moment, the bustling school hallway faded away, leaving just the two of them. It was the start of something new, and Rory couldn't wait to see where this unexpected encounter would lead.
Rory's world seemed to revolve around (Y/N) from the moment they met. Fate, or perhaps a dash of daring, had brought them together, and he couldn't have been happier. In the days that followed their first encounter, Rory found himself sitting next to (Y/N) in most of their classes. He was determined to make her smile, even if it meant bombarding her with corny pickup lines.
In their English class, he leaned over and whispered, "Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're Cu-Te."
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. "Well, you must be a vampire because that line was pretty dead," she replied, her tone teasing.
Rory couldn't help but chuckle at her clever response. He wasn't used to someone who could match his wit. Meanwhile, Ethan or Benny, who happened to be in the same class, watched the exchange in disbelief. They couldn't understand how their nerdy friend had become so bold and charming.
During chemistry, Rory leaned closer and said, "If you were a compound, you'd be sodium chloride because you're salty but essential."
(Y/N) laughed softly, shaking her head. "Nice try, but I think I'd be more like helium. Rare, mysterious, and you can never really hold onto it."
Ethan or Benny, depending on the class, nudged Rory and whispered, "Dude, I can't believe you're doing this. And she's actually enjoying it!"
Rory gave a proud, albeit somewhat smug, grin as he continued his pursuit. In history class, he leaned over again and asked, "Do you believe in time travel? Because every time I look at you, time seems to stand still."
(Y/N) let out a small giggle. "Well, good sir, you may have just created a time paradox."
As the school days passed, the playful banter between Rory and (Y/N) continued. It was a unique connection that neither of them had expected. Rory found himself looking forward to each class they shared, eager to see what clever retort Y/N would come up with next.
Ethan and Benny remained astonished by the transformation of their friend, unable to believe how he had captured the attention and humor of such an enchanting girl. It was as if Rory had found his own magical potion, and it came in the form of witty pickup lines and a girl who appreciated them.
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One-Shot
Rory Keaner x human! reader
Word Coung: 393
Fluff
Warnings: None
Rory, You
You too were cuddled up under the blankets in your own little world. It was movie night for you too so y’all were on the couch with a bunch of blankets and a cheesy rom-com you picked out.(sry if you don’t like rom-coms) It was just the two of yall sitting in silence when you felt Rory staring at you.
You looked at him too see he was just adoring you. You ask him “What is it?” while giggling a bit. “I don’t know, you're just really pretty,” he said. You blushed and hit him softly saying “stop it” while trying not to make eye contact.
Rory laughed and said “ No i’m serious how did i pull such a hottie like you”. You laughed at the things he would describe you as. “I’m just as confused as you” trying to hold on a laugh. “Yeahh…WAIT A MINUTE” he says burying his head into your neck. “ Only I can say that” he says in a slight mumble.
The two of you had sat in since still watching the movie when Rory had asked “Why do you love me?”. You had replied with a “huh” because you were confused on why he had asked you such that question. “Why do you love me? Even though I'm a vampire and stuff won’t I out live you?…” Rory said.
You knew this problem was mostly likely going to happen. But you didn’t want to think about it. But one thing you did know was that you love Rory with all your heart so you explained it to him. “Rory there are so many ways i could answer that. Right when I first met you I knew that I would love you with all my heart “.
“Don't ever doubt for a second that I don’t love your cheesy nicknames, Your laugh, Your smile, Your sense of humor, The way you always cheer me up when i’m down, The way you walk, The way you talk, The way your fashion sense is, The way I can never stop loving you because you are you”.
“Now who knows you might outlive me and I die but let’s focus on now just you and me ,on my couch watching our weekly movie, loving each other because it’s not why I love you, it's why I'll never stop loving you”.
#Rory#rory keaner#Rory x reader#rory keaner x reader#madzz#reader insert#yn#Y/n#my babysitters a vampire x reader#my babysitter's a vampire
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Here is just a broad concept of the my babysitters a vampire!au. The setup and dynamic im thinking of. May turn this into a series, who knows. Let me know how you feel about it!
"I'm telling you," Dustin says, completely serious. "My babysitters a vampire."
Steve shares a look with eddie, eddie just looks amused, like he might actually entertain the notion just for shits and gigs. Steve doesn't like to play pretend. "Uh huh, and I'm secretly madonna." He says, flipping through a magazine distractedly.
"Hey, now." Eddie says, holding up his hand in a 'far be it from me' gesture. "We don't presume what little stevie gets up to in his free time."
Steve rolls his eyes so hard he feels they might rock back into his skull and ping pong around. "What im saying, is the gates closed. For good, this time. That means no monsters. And it also means you, my friend-" he points to dustin "Are delusional. Didn't that new movie just come out with the beach town and kids thinking their neighbors are vampires or something?"
Eddie and Dustin look at eachother and then look at steve like he just said something absolutely horrendous. Eddie is shaking his head, wild hair moving as he does. He hops of the counter, which he'd been rudely sitting on, steve had nitpicked and nagged at him for it but Eddie had just waved him away with a ringed hand and called him 'mom' sarcastically and steve had snapped his mouth shut with another eye roll. His heavy boots slam onto the floor of the video store, and he walks over to a poster add that Robin had put up the other day.
He flicks it sharply with a finger. "This movie you mean. The one that's literally right here, glaring at you, right in your feild of vision. Big and obvious."
Steve looks at the poster. "Huh." He snaps his fingers. "The Lost Boys, that's right. See? I knew i knew it."
"Your lack of movie knowledge genuinely makes me sick, harrington."
"Anyway!" Dustin cuts in, glaring between the two men. "The movie is good, but that's not the point. My babysitter. Is. A vampire. I'm talking full blood sucker. Fangs and all. All the signs are there!"
"Wait, wait, wait." Eddie drawls, slicing his hand through the air in a X motion, coming back to hop on the counter, ignoring steves 'c'mon man.' He steeples his fingers and leans his elbows on his knees, keeping eye contact with Dustin. "What are these signs you speak of?"
Steve throws his hands up, "I can't believe you're encouraging this."
Eddie waves him off, again. "Quiet, mother, dear. I'm listening to our kids troubles. Go on, child, speak."
Dustin heaves a sigh and starts pointing out facts with his fingers, one by one. "First, she had to be invited in. Was totally weird about it, i even moved to the side and she just stood there. I was creeped out! Finally she said something like 'you gonna invite me in or what, kid?' And i did. I wasn't suspicious at that point, you see. Which brings me to instance number two."
Eddie is leaning forward, interest piqued, and Steve studiously goes back to his magazine, although he's loathe to admit his ears are perked and listening. What can he say? He's nosy. Maybe a little concerned, but that would mean he's starting to believe the kid and, no, he's not entertaining this wild idea that defiantly spurred from watching the found boys, or whatever, late one night.
"She can't eat garlic. I was willing to write this one off as an allergy, don't look at me like that steve, but it was the way she acted. I asked her to make garlic bread and she looked physically ill! Sick to her stomach in fact. This is when my little radar went off."
"Your little radar," Steve repeats dryly. Dustin and Eddie ignore him.
"Instance number three is probably the most telling one yet." Dustin pauses for dramatic affect. "She doesn't have a reflection."
Steve looks up from his magazine at this, frowning. "What do you mean, she doesn't have a reflection?"
"I mean she doesn't have a reflection!" Dustin whisper shouts back. "I walked in on her at my mothers vanity staring all creepy like into the mirror. And there was nothing reflecting back! Zilch. Nada."
The boy shudders, "She also can only babysit me at nights. Need i say more?"
"Yes" Steve says at the same time Eddie goes, "No, i think that about covers it."
They look at eachother. "Dude." Steve says, "We totally need more information before jumping to conclusions. I'll admit the mirror thing is weird, but really? A vampire in hawkins? A vampire at all?"
"You're right." Eddie allows and steve sighs in relief. Eddie taps his chin in thought, "She could also be a ghoul, of sorts, based on the information. The two are often mixed up."
The relief was short lived, it seemed. Steve blinks. "Often."
"You'd be suprised."
"I'm really not."
"Guys." Dustin interjects again, his tone chiding. "Back to the issues at hand please?"
Steve closes his magazine, "I don't see an issue."
"The issue where my mortal soul is in peril! Hello!"
Eddie pats his shoulder, "Alright, Alright. Steve and I will look into it, buddy. Your soul is completely safe."
Dustin sags in relief but steve is glaring at eddie. He'd planned on spending his weekend at home. Relaxing, for once. You know the thing he hadn't done in 4 years since this shit show started. Maybe have a drink, put on his comfy loafers and take a nap. "We're doing what now?"
He feels his relaxing weekend slip away from between his fingers and wants to weep.
Eddie just smiles, all dimples. It's jarring really, how easily a guy like eddie smiles. You take one look at him, and you think he'd be all tough as nails and steam blowing through his nose. But he's actually the sweetest guy steve's met. It's hard to stay foul mooded around him, and trust him, steve's tried.
Eddie knocks his knuckles against the counter, "We're gonna stake it out." He points at dustin, "Youuuu, carry on as usual. Invite her in, do whatever babysitties do. Steve and I will come over and say we just wanted to check on our dear old friend. We'll see for ourselves if this chick is fanged out."
Jesus christ.
Steve is rubbing at his temples when eddie sticks his hand out. Steve eyes it like its gonna bite him, frowning as much as he can frown.
"C'mon stevie," Eddie presses, "Lets go monsterhunting."
"Jesus, don't call it that." Steve gripes, but he puts his hand in eddies, lets the man shake it dramatically. "Fine. Whatever. Not like i had plans, anyway."
"We know." Eddie and dustin echo at the same time.
Meanwhile, you frown at the compact mirror in your hand, irritated by this whole no reflection business. Being a fledgling vampire is so annoying. How are you supposed to know if your makeup is okay? If your lipgloss is smudged? Your eyeliner? Its heinous. You'd think vampires, after being around for thousands of years, would have updated their terms and policies.
You guess there's relief in the fact its just dustin you're babysitting. No cute guys. Or girls. You'd given that up a month ago when you'd been bitten by your shitty ex.
No more dates, because the probability of them ending in bloodshed was high. Lust made your newfound hunger for blood that much worse. That's why you'd taken this gig. Nothing cooled the loins like annoying teenagers.
The bloodlust was still there though, steadily growing and creeping up on you as the nights passed. You could feel the empty pit in your stomach growing like a void.
You refused to go back to your maker, your ex, for help. You'd sworn him off after the whole turning you into a undead monster thing. Even though you knew, as a fledgling, you needed his help more than ever to guide you through this.
But he was a bad vampire. The kind in horror movies. The kind that would teach you how to hunt and kill innocents. You didn't want to be that. You wouldn't let Yourself.
You was just. So hungry. So very, very hungry.
#poppy speaks#my babysitters a vampire!au#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#st x reader#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x reader#eddie munson#steve harrington
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Y/n: I left instructions for everyone while i was gone.
Benny: Mine just says “Benny no” over and over?
Y/n: i want you to apply that to every possible situation.
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Master list!!
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— bed time.
a miguel o’ hara fic ~ part 2 here
— NSFW miguel o’ hara x fem!reader
you are mayday’s babysitter. miguel insists on drinks after mayday falls asleep and is picked up by peter. for a quick summary, it leaves you in his bed.
\\ quick A/N :: this is my 3rd tumblr post woohoo ^^ thank u for recognition on my last post abt hobie brown. i’m glad to be writing my first miguel fic on here!! enjoy and have a great feast on this long fic 😭
// CWs :: drinking alcohol, swearing, extreme smut w/ plot, groping, biting (vampire kink?)
-- 2.17k word count
// other notes :: i’m latina myself ! although i am not fluent in spanish, so please correct me if anything is wrong 🎀🎀
“ que linda — how cute / pretty
miumiulicious 2023.
mayday’s stubby arms wrapped around your shoulder, her hands landing on your back as you carried her to her crib. a small smile flashed on your face as she giggled and made cute little sounds at you, something you couldn’t ever say no to.
what stunned you is that miguel o’hara, the man who had been paying you to babysit this child, wasn’t even the parent. a man named peter was. you had caught small glimpses of him before, a middle aged man, slightly chubby on the stomach .. yada yada.
so instead of miguel taking care of mayday, he decided to pay someone, anyone, to carry around and change diapers for a little small baby who people like miguel would call a demon from the pits of hell. he made a stern, cold face whenever he was put on duty. not like his face was like that all the time.
this was only your second time babysitting mayday. you had seen miguel the first time, but only for a minute. he had given you your pay, and you left without another word. it was simple work, you thought. taking care of a small child like this was no problem. until last night.
you set down mayday in her crib, her small back hitting the cushion beneath her. a floral pattern on the cushion decorated it, while her binky laid on the side.
you shut off the light after stroking your hand through her hair, which she instantly fell asleep to. you walked out the room without a singular noise, traveling towards the kitchen.
you sat down at the dining table, checking your phone. there was a few messages from your friends who were out of town, but besides that, it was practically just tumbleweeds blowing away on your phone. a sigh escaped your lips, slightly bored, and as if on cue, a tall man opens the door with a click.
he’s muttering something to himself before he sees you, his eyes instantly widening. it’s miguel, you thought. the man who pays you — the money man? a small smile grows on your face as a welcoming sign for him, and he softly smiles back.
“hello, y/n. is everything .. okay with mayday?” his voice is calm and soothing compared to other times where you’ve caught him yelling into a piece of technology. miguel’s face softens up compared to when he first opened the door, his eyebrows lowering a little, his jaw unclenching.
you nod in response. “yeah, i actually just put her to sleep.” your head turns towards the small room you had just walked out of, indicating mayday was dead asleep behind that door, sleeping like there was no tomorrow.
miguel nodded, pausing before he responded lowly. “good..” hesitating before he added on quickly, almost as if he was already urging to ask. “..would you like a drink or two?” his thick hand gestured to the kitchen, and your eyes followed before they gravitated back to his dark brown ones.
“sure! haven’t drank in a little anyways.” you murmured the last bit, before he walked off into the kitchen to grab two glasses for the rest of the night.
he grabs whiskey, placing ice cubes in both of your glasses and pours you a little lighter of a glass than his. you would think he’s a strong drinker, but he was quite the opposite. you discovered this by the time he was on his 2nd glass.
his words slurred, seemed like his vision was hazy as you nodded along awkwardly. when is the alcohol gonna hit so this can stop being so awkward? you screamed in your head. a little part of you found it a little cute how weak of a drinker miguel was, despite his strong build and attitude.
his hand would often reach over on top of yours, his arm covering a side of the table as he squeezed your hand roughly. you smiled nervously, sipping your drink slowly as he babbled on and on about his job, a kid he had been chasing, peter, mayday, and all these random topics you barely paid attention to.
you took the first move. your chair slid as you got up, a small screech noise being made from the friction. you placed your empty glass on the table, while you spoke.
“i’m gonna leave now, do you mind paying me? i have to get back home to ..” you hesitated, before adding on a little quicker than you thought you could. “.. my family. they need me to help out with the kids too.. so.” you chuckled nervously, letting the lie slip out from your mouth.
his eyes observantly lingered on your lips, a spark of lust igniting in his irises. his jaw clenched as he tapped the hard glass with his finger before replying surprisingly calmly.
“well if you really have to leave ..” miguel answered, his voice coming lowly from his throat. his finger tapped on his temple while he added on.
“could you at least have another drink with me?”
you stared at him, completely frozen, your legs still spread apart from when you were trying to walk away from this. your eyes darted towards your empty glass. no second thoughts were given, and you decided to sit down with miguel for another drink — even if he was wasted already just by two.
while the two of you drank your last glass together, miguel had asked you personal questions about your relationships. did you have a boyfriend? a girlfriend? were you seeing someone? do you have a sex partner? he would ask all of these questions in the exact order, your face feeling like a bonfire having sticks thrown in it each and every second.
you trembled upon your answers each response, and he seemed to be amused by how flustered you were. you didn’t seem to notice the amount of red tint that had appeared on your face. he squeezed your hand gently whenever he felt like it, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. yet he wanted one thing from you, and only you.
as you stood up after your glass emptied, he stood up with you, his hand now resting on your hip. miguel placed down his glass on the table, a small clink sound being made. his hand reached into his pocket of his jeans, rummaging through for a paycheck. his head tilted downwards when he realized it wasn’t there, but somewhere else.
“sorry, but the paycheck is in my bedroom. silly, silly me.” he chuckled before walking to the bedroom down the hall, and you followed. a huge load of thoughts ran through your head as you followed him, mainly just dirty thoughts about sex and other things that could happen in this man’s room. tonight. you only thought about these things because he was wasted, a weak drinker who’s eyes lingered on you unusually in a seductive way.
you whooshed those thoughts away with one click of a door as he closed the door behind you two, walking over to his desk in the bedroom. a small desk, where he rummaged through his drawer and pulled out a small piece of paper. the paycheck he had prewritten.
your hands landed behind your back, fingers intertwining as he walked towards you, not paying any mind to a sense of personal space. his hand landed on your hip as his other gestured towards you, giving you the paycheck. a smile raised nervously on your face as reaction to the physical contact between you two.
miguel’s eyes narrowed, staring at how you shook underneath him. a perfect target for him, a perfect stress toy. his hand gravitated up to your waist, before landing on your side boob, his hand completely covering your clothed tit.
you shuddered, your face going red as his large hand had completely lost track of where it was going and immediately went to your tit. your mind was fogging. miguel’s irises swiveled as he stared up at you, his head tilted a little to the side. how amusing was it to him for you to be absolutely shaking underneath his touch, especially on your clothed breasts?
you stared up at him, before mentioning his name for a place of reassurance. you were freaking out at the amount of physical contact between you two, and the fact miguel was moving so fast. he opened his lips once in response.
“y/n.. que linda.” his eyebrows furrowed as his hand travelled further to your boobs, his other hand working on tucking the paycheck underneath your belt, keeping it steady. miguel had only done that so his hand could gravitate towards your other tit, as his hips got closer to yours — practically touching.
his hands began massaging gently with your breasts, a small grin raising on his face while he did so. his hazy vision seemed like it didn’t exist, considering he played with you so intricately, his wide thumbs rubbing over just the right places.
“que linda..” he repeated himself, slurring underneath his breath that reeked of alcohol. miguel’s body closed the gap between you two, as his head leaned in over your shoulder, towering over you.
a grin crossed his face as you let out a soft gasp, his hands massaging a little more hard now, practically squeezing your breasts. miguel kept one strong hand on your tit while the other went down to your backside, groping your ass as you gasped further.
he began pecking your neck with soft kisses, before leaving hickeys and small bites. you had been bit before during intimacy, but not like this — these bites from miguel felt a lot sharper than usual. almost as if the man was a vampire. your thoughts seemed to be confirmed by a sudden sucking sound.
you felt your head go a little light as he absorbed some of the blood, licking his fangs slowly and sensually, lifting his head up so you could observe. your vision felt a little blurred, because he had practically just drained you. he’d be draining you some more later of things other than blood if you didn’t realize that already.
he stayed silent, before engaging in a deep kiss with you, his tongue instantly inserting inside your mouth before you tugged on his bottom lip. your tongues massaged against each others, swiveling and swirling like it was some sort of playground. your hands travelled.
you cupped miguel’s cheeks with your smaller hands, his head tilting into the kiss as his stronger hands gripped onto your hips. he began tugging on the waistband of your pants, smiling into the kiss.
miguel pulled away from the kiss, and it seemed like you were a little thirsty for more, as you continued kissing him on his cheek and neck. the two of you panted and heaved for air, like you went on a mile run in the desert. he picked you up into his arms. your legs wrapped around his tiny waist, your crotch against his lower stomach as you were now towering over him.
your soft lips pushed against his into another passionate kiss, making out before he walked backwards into the bed, taking a seat so you were now in his lap. his hands travelled up and down your back sensually, feeling every single bit of you rippling due to his touch.
he held onto your ass, squeezing it a little before taking the kiss further, aggressively tugging on your bottom lip. he rolled over so you were on the bottom, your legs still wrapped around his waist for safety. miguel stood in between your legs.
he seemed to be in a rush, but the only rush he was in for your body to be on full display for him.
miguel took his big hands to your clothing, ripping off your shirt — causing you to let out a gasp in response, your eyes widening. he wasn’t being careful whatsoever, his hands traveling to now unzip your pants in a hasty speed, pulling them down fully. his hands ripped apart your panties, tearing them down in the middle with a loud thrrrrip sound.
you gawked, your mouth hanging open as he smirked slightly, his fangs peeking out his mouth and over his lips a little. miguel’s eyes wandered around your entrance area, staring at the nakedness of your folds right in front of him. he put a finger to the middle of your clit, causing you to let out a soft muted whimper.
“so wet already for me, huh?” he chuckled lowly, his words still slurred as his eyes continued traveling around your body. his thirst and hunger grew further and further every single second he took a glimpse at each part of your body. your tits. your waist. your hips. and especially your needy little clit, which was already decorated in your own wetness. he pulled his finger back, slipping it in his own mouth for a quick taste.
“why don’t we deal with that?” he quickly added on, before unzipping his pants slowly.
urrrghhh i didn’t want it to be too long so i have to make this a 2 part fic!!!! thank u for reading abt the sexy irish latino papi ‼️
i’ll link part 2 HERE when i finish it! hopefully it doesn’t take long cuz y’know .. i love miguel 😭😭😭😭
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my babysitter’s a vampire
pairing : vampire!hoshi x human!reader
content : smut (mdni), strangers to ???
in which : your parents hired a babysitter after deeming you as the “irresponsible” older sibling. when someone who isn’t junhui shows up in his place, you’re instantly captivated by this handsome stranger and his shiny white teeth.
warnings : grinding, fingering, finger sucking, big dick soonyoung, blood, mentions of a knife and minimal bodily harm (you cut your finger), unprotected sex (but mentions of birth control, be safe either way), cocky soonyoung (ugh i want him so bad), you threaten him with a fork, bff!chaeryeong, dirty talk, pet names, bulge kink (i think that’s everything but pls let me know if i forgot anything)
wc : 4.8K words
note : look y’all i am the youngest of four sisters so idk if my portrayal of a younger brother is a good one but…this is for u hoshi nation horanghae.
“What do you mean?! I don’t need a babysitter!”
Your mom sighed deeply, searching her jewelry box for her matching earring. “I’m sorry honey, but you do. Your sister clearly isn’t responsible enough.” You rolled your eyes, but remained quiet. “And I know Junhui’s mom. She says he’s a very nice boy who’s good with children.”
Ever since you and Chaeryeong shut yourselves in your room to rewatch Girl From Nowhere for the millionth time again and speculate if there would really be a third season, (Chaeryeong insisted there would be, while you thought the opposite) the fact that you were supposed to be babysitting your younger brother had completely slipped your mind. When your parents returned from their date, they pulled into the driveway only to find Leo out there screaming his head off.
After that, you were quickly deemed “irresponsible” by your parents and no longer allowed to be Leo’s babysitter. What did they want you to do? You couldn’t spend all summer break looking after the little brat. Anyway, it’s not like that was the part that bothered you, but the fact that you couldn’t talk or beg her out of it either.
“Mom, come on! I’m eight and a half now! I can pretty much babysit myself!” Leo crossed his arms over his chest, standing in the doorway so your mother couldn’t leave the room without giving him, in all his childhood glory, the explanation he felt he so richly deserved.
“It’s too late. Junhui is already on his way and we’ve already paid him.” She leaned down, kissing him on the forehead. “Promise me you’ll be good.”
Your brother glanced to the side, like he was actually considering not being on his best behavior, before nodding and smiling at your mom. “I promise.” What a little shit.
“That’s my boy. And the same goes for you, [Y/n]. Chaeryeong over but she cannot stay the night. Am I clear?”
You smiled, not even bothering to make it seem real or genuine. “Crystal clear, mom. Have fun with dad.”
“Yeah, yeah. We should be back at around eleven.” Your mom mumbled, making her way down the stairs and to the front door where your dad was waiting. You followed behind her, mostly so you could slam the door in a pitiful act of retaliation and lock it shut until your friend arrived, but also because you wanted to see what this Junhui kid looked like up close.
You’d seen him maybe once or twice before around campus or at the cute little coffee shop you frequented, but you had never gotten a close hard look at his face before. Some of your friends knew him, according to them he was kind of weird, but made up for it with his sense of humor. Maybe he could keep you some decent company before Chaeryeong showed up.
The boy on the other side of the door was not Junhui. At least, you didn’t think so. This boy was a little shorter, a little blonder, and a lot finer than you’ve ever seen Junhui look.
“Oh! Hello, are you…Junhui?” Your mom asked, raking her eyes over the boy standing before her.
“Hi. No, sorry, Jun couldn’t make it. I’m Soonyoung, I’m a friend of his. Can I come in?”
“Oh, sure. Leo? Your babysitter’s here!”
“He’s so hot. And he’s totally your type, don’t you think?”
“Chaeryeong, please!” You slapped your hand over her mouth, earning a dirty look from the girl standing beside you. She was right, this Soonyoung guy was super good looking, but she didn’t have to say it out loud. He was still a stranger after all. A hot one, but a stranger nonetheless, and it was only normal for you to have your reservations. “He’s not even the guy who’s supposed to be here. Junhui was supposed to be Leo’s babysitter. He says he’s his friend.”
Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, not understanding what your problem was. “I wouldn’t be complaining if I were you. Look, even Leo likes him.”
You and Chaeryeong watched from the kitchen island as Soonyoung helped Leo with his homework in the living room, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen your brother smile while doing homework. Neither of you could hear what they were saying, for some reason you doubted it was about fractions—fractions were not funny.
The longer you observed them—mostly Soonyoung—the more you realized how right your friend was. He was fine. Really fine. It’s like there was some kind of aura around him, something almost otherworldly.
That’s when you started to stare. Like the hard, not even blinking type of stare. Soonyoung turned his head over his shoulder, the two of you making eye contact in what felt like the most awkward way ever. He smiled at you though, which made your cheeks feel embarrassingly warm, before giving his attention back to your brother. Chaeryeong, having watched the entire exchange, grinned while looking you up and down.
“You’re staring.” She mumbled.
Feeling like a stubborn child about to throw a tantrum, you narrowed your eyes and pouted. “Was not.”
Your friend was no doubt satisfied with herself, cooing at you and cupping your face with her hands to squish your cheeks together. “Denial is not a good look for you. Come on,” she released your face to pat you on the shoulder. “let’s go watch a movie before I leave.”
Looking back at the living room, you saw your brother sitting on the couch alone with no signs of Soonyoung. Some babysitter, you thought, leaving the kid he’s supposed to be looking after alone. How could your parents leave someone so irresponsible in charge of your brother?
Oh, wait…
“Just wait for me in my room. I’ve gotta use the bathroom.” She nodded, heading upstairs to your room while you made your way to the bathroom in the hall and swinging open the door.
“What the fuck?” Soonyoung shouted, tearing his eyes away from the mirror above the bathroom sink to look at you. Gasping, you took a step back from him.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—” You started to apologize, glancing behind him into the mirror and you froze. The spot where his reflection should be was empty. You took another step back.
“You didn’t know…what?”
If you weren’t so scared right now, you would’ve definitely been offended by the way he was speaking to you like you owed him an explanation for wanting to use the bathroom in your house. You looked at him, then the mirror once more, trying to make it as subtle as possible.
“Uh…nothing! So sorry again.” You said, laughing awkwardly to diffuse the tension and backing away from him far enough until you were close enough to retreat up the stairs and to your room. Chearyeong, seated comfortably in your bed, snapped her head away from her phone to see you clutching your chest and panting.
“Woah, what happened?” She asked as she sat upright. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?” With one of your hands, you gestured that you needed more time to catch your breath before taking a deep breath and stepping closer to the bed.
“He doesn’t have a reflection.”
Chaeryeong raised one of her eyebrows. “The babysitter? Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course I’m sure! He was in front of the bathroom mirror but the mirror was, like, empty!”
You could tell she wasn’t really sure whether you were telling the truth or not, making you groan and cover your face with your hands. “I’m really fucking serious! There’s something wrong with him, Chaeryeong!”
A heavy sigh sounded from Chaeryeong’s place on your bed. “I don’t know…what kind of person doesn’t have a reflection?”
“All humans have reflections,” you shrugged, your head tilted as your mind considered each and every possibility. “maybe he isn’t human.”
Chaeryeong snorted and rolled her eyes. “What is he then? A vampire?” The comment was definitely meant to be a joke given the way she’d said it, but the way your eyes widened and jaw drop was all too serious. “Oh my god, is he really a vampire?”
You looked around your room frantically, feeling the smallest bit of relief when you saw your laptop resting on your beside table. Chaeryeong made room for you in the bed, watching as your fingers flew over the keys.
How to identify a vampire.
“Asks to be invited into your home…no reflection…powerful presence or aura,” you skimmed over the first three bullet points shown before you and felt your mouth go dry. Soonyoung, so far, was definitely fitting the description of a vampire.
“Look,” Chaeryeong pointed to the next bullet point and read it aloud. “When a person is injured, make sure to find out if their focus is more on the injured person or the injury itself.” You looked at her, unsure of what his point was. Nobody in the house had been injured?
“Yeah, so?”
“So we’ve gotta injure you.” She scoffed, a little confused as to how you weren’t following her crazy thought process.
You leaned away from her. “What? Why does it have to be me?”
“You’re the one that wants to prove it so bad, aren’t you?” It was hard to argue with that one, you were the one who brought it up in the first place. You grumbled and slammed your laptop shut.
“Fine! But if we do all this and he ends up being just some guy I’m expecting a very long apology from you.”
Chaeryeong just smiled brightly at you. “Yes, ma’am.”
Soonyoung had brought Leo up to bed much earlier than he thought he would; your brother mumbled something about using all his brainpower on the fractions, and Soonyoung had laughed and tucked him into the covers. When he returned downstairs, he noticed the kitchen lights were on. Once he reached the bottom, he could see Chaeryeong holding your quivering body in the kitchen, a knife and an apple discarded on the kitchen island.
“What happened?” He asked, the faintest hint of worry in his voice.
The truth of what happened is quite simple; you and Chaeryeong snuck down here while Soonyoung was putting Leo to bed, she gave you a small (but still painful) cut on your index finger, and now you were standing here trying to sell it.
“[Y/n] was gonna split this apple with me, but I totally forgot how awful she is with knives. I think she cut her finger open, does it look bad?” Chaeryeong grabbed your wrist, holding your now opened hand closer to Soonyoung’s face. The blood had pooled where the cut was and started to streak down your finger. He sucked in a breath, struggling to look away from it.
“Y-Yeah, it looks pretty bad.” Soonyoung gulped, watching the red liquid falling down past your knuckles. He licked his lips, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you pulled your finger away. Then and only then did Soonyoung look at you in the eyes again.
“Everything okay? You seemed kind of distracted.” You tilted your head to the side. “You seemed really focused on the blood, don’t you think?”
Soonyoung scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh please, I was not.” You and Chaeryeong exchanged a look, and you held up your bleeding finger in front of his face again. Soonyoung’s focus shifted once more, his eyes zeroing in on the streak of blood that was beginning to go dry. You turned away to rinse it under the sink and shook off the water once it was all washed away.
“Yeah, okay.” Chaeryeong said, reaching into her pocket and handing you a band-aid. “So you’re a vampire, right?”
To say the least, Soonyoung seemed shocked and offended that you had caught him so easily, as if he hadn’t been the most obvious vampire ever. “What? A vampire? Please, how could you ever think that?” It was almost pathetic how he was actually trying to convince you otherwise when the evidence was already there, maybe he actually thought he could wiggle his way out of this.
“Look, we already know. Just drop it.” You sighed, and Soonyoung did the same.
“Aw, mannnnnnn.” He whined. “What gave it away?”
“Do you really want us to answer that?” Chaeryeong asked him, her voice riddled with sarcasm. Soonyoung looked down and mumbled the word “no,” and Chaeryeong nodded pointedly. “Thought so.”
So you were right. Soonyoung was a vampire. He was also your little brother’s babysitter. It’s funny, you could’ve sworn you’ve seen a show like this before a really long time ago, one whose name wasn’t coming to mind right now. Whatever, back to the main point. Soonyoung was a vampire.
“Why are you here?” You questioned him, holding up a fork to his neck. “Are you gonna kill us?”
“Woah, um, first of all,” He closed his hands around yours and lowered it, and you noticed how cold he felt. Probably another vampire thing. You snatched your hand away, and he seemed confused, but shook his head and continued on. “That silver thing? It’s just a myth. Second of all, why would I wanna kill you? It’s not like your parents wouldn’t notice. Not to mention we don’t go feeding on people randomly, consent is a thing, you know.” You could’ve laughed at that. A creature that survived off of draining the blood of others caring about their right to say no seemed ironic.
“And anyway, did you seriously expect to kill me with a fork?”
Chaeryeong burst into laughter, though she tried to play it off by coughing when she saw you glaring at her. “Sorry…” She picked up the fork and the knife and dumped them back into the silverware drawer to prevent you from making any more threats against Soonyoung. Your parents also didn’t trust you with metal utensils for…reasons similar to this.
You rolled your eyes. “So what happened to Junhui? Why couldn’t he come?”
The blond shrugged. “I dunno, he said that he was feeling sick, so he asked me to come in his place. Does that really matter?”
“Of course it matters! I don’t want some freaky undead creature looking after my little brother!” You retorted, raising your voice just a little. He might’ve been against eating people, but that didn’t change the fact that he was still a monster.
“[Y/n], that’s kinda…” Soonyoung held up one of his hands, signaling for Chaeryeong to stop talking.
“How do you know Jun isn’t a vampire?” He tilted his head as he asked that, then pursed his lips while he waited for your answer.
So he was a vampire and a smart-ass. Great.
“I don’t know!” You turned your head away from him. “This is just…freaky. I didn’t know vampires could be so—”
“Witty? Handsome? Charming? I know, I get that all the time.”
“Stupid.”
Chaeryeong laughed again.
Soonyoung raised one of his eyebrows. “Stupid guys must be your type then. Well, according to Chaeryeong, if I heard correctly.”
You looked at him, eyes wide. “You heard all that?” Soonyoung nodded, smiling when he noticed the way you reacted.
“Every single word. You know, maybe you should do more research.” He flicked you on the forehead and grinned when you let out a yelp of pain.
“Anyway.” Chaeryeong mumbled. “It’s getting late, my sister is on her way to get me. Good luck with…” She gestured between Soonyoung and you. “whatever you’ve got going on.” She reached forward and grabbed the discarded apple from its place on the island and padded upstairs to get her stuff from your room.
A gleeful smile crept its way onto his lips as he turned his head to look at you. “She’s leaving. You know what that means, it’ll just be me and you once she’s gone.”
“If you try anything, I will go get the fork. I don’t care if it kills you or not.”
He laughed, and the sound echoed through the kitchen. It was weird, he didn’t sound or look like an evil blood-sucking monster. He just looked and sounded…normal. And a little shiny.
“Later [Y/n]! Bye Soonyoung. Have fun!” Chaeryeong waved to you from the stairs. You replied with a goodbye of your own, and Soonyoung hummed, listening for the sound of the door closing shut before turning you around and pushing you against the island.
You gasped. “What are you doing?” The way you squirmed in his hold was amusing to Soonyoung, acting as if you could get away. You were so cute, thinking you could get away from him. This would be more enjoyable than he thought.
“I don’t understand why you’re so afraid of me. I can make you feel so good, baby.” You scoffed, the sound turning into a low moan when he started grinding his hard cock against your ass.
“I’m not afraid of you,” The shakiness in your voice poked a hole in your believability, but Soonyoung didn’t think too much of it. He lowered his head to the side of your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point before licking a stripe up the side of your neck. You shivered with a horrible realization; you liked it.
“Mmm, then maybe you like me. Is that why your heart is beating so fast?” You could feel him smiling against your skin.
A whine echoed through the kitchen. Your whine. “Wait, my parents…”
You gasped a second time when Soonyoung turned you so you were facing him, and you watched him roll his eyes with that annoying smile plastered on his face. “Oh, them? They’re coming home late. Your mom locked the keys in the car, so they’ll be a while.” Just when you were about to respond, he turned you around again, the feeling of his breath on your neck making you shiver. “So just focus on me, got it?”
His hands traveled over your body, stopping to squeeze your chest or your ass. You should’ve been embarrassed with how you reacted so eagerly to his touch, but he was actually making you feel good. Well, whatever. It’s not like you’d actually let him know—
“I can get rid of these, right?” He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your pajama pants, pulling them down along with your underwear the second you gave him a nod of confirmation. The fabric drops down your legs and pools at your feet and you kicked it aside. Soonyoung reached between your legs, collecting the wetness between them and holding it up to your face, fingers glistening with your arousal. “Look how wet you are for the freaky undead creature. You like this, don’t you?”
“N-no. I don’t like this or you.” Even though you said all that and shook your head, Soonyoung could tell you didn’t mean it. He reached between your legs again, this time to ease one of his fingers inside of you.
“The way you’re moaning for me says otherwise.” As he said that, he pushed another one of his fingers past your walls and eliciting another one of those not so subtle sounds from you that he loved. You didn’t even have to see him to know that he was pleased with himself getting you all worked up like this.
He was arrogant. He was full of himself. He was a smug bastard. He was all of that and more, and it was making you weak in the fucking knees.
Three of his fingers were inside of you now, stretching you so good that it made your head spin, and you bucked your hips against his hands like you’ve never been touched a day in your life.
God, you’d never live this down.
You bit your lip so that he didn’t get the satisfaction of hearing how you were falling apart over his fingers, or how good it felt when he curled them inside of you just right, or how he had your legs shaking every time he reached your sweet spot. As if he needed the vocal confirmation (he heard the noises you were making regardless), the way you were trembling was pretty much a dead giveaway.
“You know, you still owe me a little blood.”
“What?” You turned your head as much as you could to look at him over your shoulder. Soonyoung’s eyes were darker than they were before, his hunger evident through his gaze.
How could you owe him blood? What did that even mean?
“You owe me some blood,” he repeated. “Waving your finger around in my face and refusing me a taste. You have no idea how worked up you got me all over that flimsy little cut.”
Judging by how his dick was still poking you, you seriously doubted that.
You turned your head back around, not wanting him to see your face as you weighed your options. You didn’t really know what would happen if he did bite you. Would it hurt? Would it feel good?
Only one way to find out.
“Just…do it fast.” You tilted your head to give him better access to your neck. Soonyoung smiles wide—not like you could see it, but you were imagining that he was in this situation. He withdraws his fingers from their place inside you, much to your dismay, but he’s now holding them to your lips. He groans when you open your mouth and allows him to slip his fingers in and mumbling something that you can’t pick up over the sound of your thumping heartbeat.
“It shouldn’t hurt too much, but let me know if I need to stop.”
He pressed a quick kiss to the spot on your neck that he was sinking his fangs into no more than a second later, giving you no time to process his little act of intimacy. It stung for a moment, but what followed the initial sting of pain was the most intense and overwhelming sense of pleasure.
Soonyoung moans with absolutely no shame when your blood fills his mouth. He’s never tasted anyone as good as you, and he realizes that he could quickly become addicted to you. Your sounds, your blood, your pussy, each and every part of you inside and out was intoxicating.
You wrap your hands around his wrist and pull his fingers out of your mouth, wanting to have him hear your next words clearly. “Fuck me…please.”
He nearly chokes when you ask him that, forcing himself to pull away just so he can ask you to repeat yourself. He licks the remnants of your blood from his lips and your wound so that it’ll seal. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
Clearly your expectations for him were still far too high, because instead of taking you to bed or at least the couch, he had you laid on the kitchen floor. Yeah, you’re definitely never living this down.
And yet despite all this, you can’t help but drool when you finally got to see Soonyoung’s cock beyond the confines of his sweatpants. He looks down at you, smirking, and despite your heightened arousal you still feel an urge to kick his cocky little ass.
“Can you get down here before I change my mind?”
He waves at you dismissively as if he hadn’t been the one all over you. “Need a condom. Got one on you?”
You roll your eyes. “I’m clean and on the pill. Come on, just fuck me already, oh my—”
Soonyoung happily lowered himself onto the floor, his lips on yours as he guided himself inside of you inch by inch. He tasted like your blood, obviously, but there was an also a faint taste of pink starburst too. Something he probably got from Leo, no doubt. The combination was weird, but somehow you figured it suited him.
“God. So f-fucking big, Soonie!”
Gone is the last bit of your composure with Soonyoung’s cock buried inside of you, blurting out any thought that came to your head against his lips.
“Shhh, not so loud, baby,” he whispers. “Wouldn’t want to have your bother wake up and find out what a slut you are, would you?” Yeah right, you think. Leo could sleep through anything, including you getting dicked down by his babysitter. But getting called a slut by him in that sickly sweet way had you clenching around him. “Fuck, warn me if you’re gonna do that.”
“Like I knew it would happen.” You hissed, making him laugh. He found this back and forth thing going on between the two of you fun, especially when he could get you so worked up and vice versa.
He waited until your body had relaxed to start moving, having to keep one of his hands over your mouth each time he thrusted into you because despite what he’d said earlier you just couldn’t seem to stop yourself. It wasn’t your fault that the kitchen was so echoey or that Soonyoung was giving it to you so fucking good.
“You’re such a cute little thing,” He laughed breathily into your neck. “I loved how much of a fight you put up for me baby. Now look at you. You’re mine.”
“All—ah—yours,” your words were muffled by his hands, but he understood you perfectly. The embarrassment you felt earlier was gone, completely replaced with thoughts of him and his cock splitting you open right here on the floor.
You felt him nod, “Mhm, you’re all mine, and I’m all yours. God, wish I could just fuck this sweet little pussy forever.”
A laugh managed slipped past your lips and he finally moved his hand away from your mouth. “You can say that?”
“God? Duh.” He sneered, becoming more and more aware of just how clueless you really were about vampire culture. “Can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.”
You were just about to say something else when Soonyoung changed the angle of his hips, slamming into you even deeper than before. Your back arched, chest pressed to his, and a second later you let out a frustrated groan.
“You still fucking suck.”
“I’m glad you noticed.”
He opts for a faster pace after that, spurred on by the way you close your eyes and babble his name over and over again as if it’s the only word you can say. He’s so desperate to cum, to get you to cum, to have him be the only thing on your mind when you make a mess of yourself all over him. He whispers for you to keep your eyes closed, taking your wrist in his hand and bringing it to your stomach.
“Can you feel me? Right…” He moves your hand around a little before he finds the correct place, “here?” Blindly, you press down on the spot, and your eyes shoot open. He’s so, so deep, you can’t keep it together anymore.
“F-Fuck, feels so good,” your breath hitches at the end of the sentence. “Need more…”
“Yeah? Pretty baby needs more?” Soonyoung raises one of your legs over his shoulders and you swear you start seeing stars with the way he’s fucking you. “You’re so t-tight, sweetheart. Gonna cum?”
“Mmm, yeah, so c-close. Make me cum, Soonie, need it so bad.”
Soonyoung lifts his head so that he can kiss you, only breaking it to quickly mumble the words “me too” before his lips are back on yours and his finger is rubbing your clit until your body goes limp beneath his and he feels you squeezing him so tight it triggers his own orgasm, slowing the speed of his thrusts as he floods your pussy with his cum.
Your head feels fuzzy, and you barely register the feeling of him pulling out or lifting himself off of you while you lay there and catch your breath. “Soonyoung?”
There’s no immediate response, and it makes you confused as to why. You try to lift yourself off the floor but the soreness hasn’t quite subsided, so you’ve no choice but to stay put. “Yeah, just leave me on the floor. Not like I need your help or anything.”
“Well excuse me for not wanting you to be all sticky.” He huffs, wiping the insides of your thighs with a damp washcloth, then proceeding to wipe down the floor and the top of the island.
“I’m still on the floor, Soonyoung.”
Smiling, he helps you to stand and even manages to get you back into your underwear and pajama pants. He won’t stop looking at you like he has something to say. Maybe, for once, it’s something important.
“What?”
“You wanna go again? I’ve still got a ton of energy.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he did. “Oh come on, I know you liked it.”
“That’s it, I’m getting the fork.”
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Can’t Sneak Out
Damon Salvatore x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2022!
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Prompt: “Not on my watch!”
Summary: When yet another massive supernatural threat comes to Mystic Falls, Y/N is ready to go out and help the rest of the Mystic Falls Scooby Gang beat it. Unfortunately, a bad cold ends up messing with their witchy-woo enough that they need to stay home and rest, instead. Since Y/N is the kind of person to go out and push themselves to the limits anyway, Damon's been tasked with keeping them home and resting, and he's taking his job very seriously.
Word Count: 1,604
Category: Angst, Fluff
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"Damon, if you don't get out of my way-"
"What? What are you gonna do? You're sick as a dog right now Y/N, you couldn't even hex me if you tried!"
I growled in frustration and threw my hands up in the air. "Our friends are out there risking their lives right now! I can't stand being cooped up in here, so get the hell out of my way."
"No."
"Ugh!" I threw my hands up in the air, but Damon didn't budge. I huffed and stomped around a bit, but his expression didn't soften at all. Finally, I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine. If you're gonna be such a pain in the ass, then I'm gonna go take a nap instead of spending time in here with you. Goodnight."
I spat the last word, then turned on my heel and headed for my bedroom. In truth, I had absolutely no intention of taking a nap. I just needed my babysitter to think that was the plan so I could sneak out behind his back while he wasn't paying attention.
I slammed my bedroom door behind me, then rustled the sheets loudly like I was flopping into bed. I waited a few beats, ruffled the sheets again like I was laying there and trying to get comfortable, then waited again. Finally, when I decided I'd waited long enough, I crept across the floor to the window.
Slowly, carefully, and like I'd done more than once in high school, I eased the window open. It was completely silent, and I stepped out onto the roof with practiced ease. I walked to the edge of the roof and eased over it until I hung on by just my fingers, my feet dangling above the porch. I still really didn't feel great thanks to my cold, so it was a little harder than usual, but nothing I couldn't handle.
Finally, when I felt confident in my position, I let go and dropped down to the porch in triumph.
I found Damon standing in front of me with his arms crossed, staring at me and clearly not impressed.
"Did you really think that trick was gonna work on me?" he deadpanned.
"Dammit Damon! Get out of my way, I'm going to help my friends."
I tried to storm past him, but I didn't get very far. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, then started heading for the front door of the house.
"Not on my watch!" he said, his tone entirely too cheery for the mood I was currently in.
Once we were back in the house, he dumped me unceremoniously on the couch, then started heading for the kitchen.
"You lay there and rest," he ordered. "I'll make you some soup or something-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I finally demanded, shouting despite my sore throat as I popped back onto my feet and glared at him. He stopped in the kitchen doorway and stared back at me with a raised eyebrow, but my scowl only got more fierce.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his tone making it clear he thought I was being crazy. I clenched my fists and took a few furious steps towards him.
"I mean, who the hell are you, because you're sure as hell not being Damon Salvatore right now!" Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes, and I knew he had some witty retort on the tip of his tongue, but I jumped in before he could say it. "I've personally seen you cajole Bonnie into the middle of danger and heart-stopping spells when she's on the verge of death. You'll send Matt off to be bait with no defense at the drop of a hat. Tyler, Caroline, even Stefan! If they can be of help, you don't try to stand in their way, even if they should be resting instead of world-saving. But with me? You're a helicopter parent!"
"Y/N..." he warned, taking a few steps towards me. We were almost face to face now, but I wasn't stopping at all. In fact, I was just getting started.
"No, I mean it!" I cried. "I have a cold, and yeah, it might make it harder for me to throw down like I usually do, but it's not like I'm completely bedridden! And yet here you are, barely letting me off the couch for some fear that I'll drop dead if I do more than breathe! So why? You just want to get on my nerves that badly, that you've decided to keep me from helping our friends? You want to mess with me? So much that you're here, stopping me from sneaking out like a high schooler in a teen movie, instead of helping your brother fight something that could very well kill him? Why the hell would you do that?"
"Because I'm in love with you!"
He shouted it back with the same frustration and exasperation that I'd had in my tone. He'd been getting more and more worked up as I'd laid into him, and apparently he just couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm in love with you, Y/N, alright? So much so that I'm here, making you soup, instead of with my brother. So yes, I am hovering, but it's because I care. And because you don't know your limits at all. The number of times Bonnie's had to step in to save you from an overwhelming spell when you're healthy is so high I can't count it on one hand, and if you go out right now and push yourself past the point of no return, I'd never be able to live with myself for letting it happen. Never."
I just stared at him as he finished his speech. He was breathing hard, and it was clearly my turn to say something, but I couldn't process the confession I'd just received. After a few moments of stunned silence, I finally managed to choke out the obvious.
"You're in love with me?"
"Yes, Y/N. I'm in love with you. And I know you hate me, but-"
"Whoa, whoa, wait. I don't hate you. Damon, I've never hated you. I mean, I've definitely wanted to kill you a few times, but... but I actually like you too. Like, a lot." My heart beat faster at the admission, even though Damon had literally just told me he felt the same way.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Yeah, really. At this specific moment, I'm a little frustrated with you, but on the whole? Yeah."
Damon stared at me for a few seconds, his blue eyes piercing mine and an expression of awe on his face as he took me in. Then, in a flash of vampire speed, he crossed the room and wrapped me in his arms. I laughed as he pulled me to him, a devilish smirk on his face.
"Well, in that case, I don't want to waste any more time," he said. He leaned in to close the distance between us, aiming for a kiss, but I put my hands on his shoulders and stopped him. He raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"I have a cold, remember?" I said. "I don't want to get you sick."
"Sweetheart, I have fantastic news for you. Vampires don't get sick."
"Wait really?" He nodded. "Holy shit that's awesome!"
"I agree."
With that, he leaned in again, and this time I didn't stop him. It felt a little crazy to be kissing Damon Salvatore, but I also absolutely couldn't say I minded. Even if Bonnie was going to kill me for it later.
After a few seconds, we broke apart. Even if I couldn't pass my cold to Damon, I was still sick, and I just didn't have the energy for a dramatic, romantic make out session after a confession of love.
Thankfully, Damon could tell. When we pulled apart he kept his arms wrapped around me, then smiled at me, blissful happiness written all over his face.
"Wanna watch some dumb movies while I make us some hot soup?" he finally asked. I sighed, leaning into his chest.
"That sounds perfect."
"Good. C'mon, let's get you to the couch." He kissed the top of my head, then walked me over to the most comfortable spot on the couch. I settled into the cushions and blankets as he started queuing up one of my favorite movies. I smiled to myself as I watched him, feeling a sense of peace and belonging I never would've thought to associate with Damon before.
"This is gonna sound really lame," I mused as Damon finished setting up the movie and then headed for the kitchen. "But honestly, this is my ideal first date."
I heard Damon snort from the kitchen, and it only made me smile wider. And just like that, I found myself perfectly happy to sit here with Damon and rest a little. The dangers and challenges of Mystic Falls would still be waiting when I was healthy, after all. And now I'd be facing them with Damon as my partner instead of my adversary.
We were going to be unstoppable together. The supernatural world would have to watch its back.
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My Little Spawn Pt.5 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)
Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, animal death...Uhhh...I think that is all.
Author Notes: It's very short this time and it's fully in Astarions Version. No baby Spawn for today's chapter. I have other works as well. Please check them out. Thank you! Please like and reblog if you are enjoying the series, many are loving it! Thank you all so much!
Astarion sat on the ground watching you sleep soundly. He turns back to the book he was reading, Dhampir. So far, he wasn’t liking it so far. The history was rather cruel to him. He looks up hearing footsteps, seeing Tav walking over. “Yes?” He asked, placing the book down on his lap. Tav smiles and sits down next to him, rubbing their hand over your cheek “What are finding so far about their kind?” They asked. Astarion sighs, “So many sad and sob stories “ He sighs “ Can you believe this little one is lucky to be alive? Many are killed the moment they are born or abandoned by their mortal parents.” He closes the book. “But…that's not the case with this little one, you said it wasn’t long when Cazador took them in, it goes to show they were loved by their mother. “Tav smiles, “ What a lucky little one.”
Astarion nods, “ We're similar in a way…their kind get hunted like mine...and much more…I need to figure out who and what happened to their mother. At least to get a background knowledge of this little spawn. “ He looks at the stars, “There is no way I am letting Cazador get them back…I don’t know what he is planning…usually…Vampires kill the young of the unholy union because they are powerful but….Cazador…I fear he has terrible plans for them.” He looks at Tav, who stayed quiet and looks at your sleeping form. “If their mother is dead? What will happen to them?” Astarion looks off in the distance, “I…I don’t know find them a family…we won’t know till we get there…we are getting way ahead of ourselves.” He mutters, there was no way he was going to take you in. You are a mini version of Cazador but he has gotten attached to you slowly and he hates it. Tav gets up, “Maybe they just need you, but taking in a child is a lot of responsibility. “ They walk off to their tent leaving the vampire spawn alone.
Morning came and Astarion was dramatically sighing each moment he could. “What now?” Wyll sighs looking at him. Tav just kept walking, “Ignore the spawn, he just wants attention.” This only made Astarion gasp, “How dare you, none of you are concerned for our little spawn caretaker? Gale? How can we trust the boot eater with a child?” He huffs. Tav sighs “Enough, Gale is a good babysitter, it was either him or Lae’zel.” They look at him before smelling something so rotten. The group follows their leader before meeting with a man. “What’s this?” Astarion hums before growing seeing the apparel. Tav looks at the man, making conversation before seeing Astarion hand to his dagger. They gently elbow him telling him to knock it off. “No worries my friend, there is no need to worry. I am just on a mission, rather 2 missions. Be on the lookout for a spawn.” He warns. Astarion looks at Tav, “Spawn?” He looks at the Gur. “Yes, I’m looking for Astarion, I was sent to capture him and send him back to Baldur’s Gate.” Tav looks back at Astarion, worried what the second mission could be. “And your second mission? If you don’t mind me asking?” Tav was now on alert. “Ah, my friends, I can’t tell you.” He looks at them. “Enough of this, we are just putting ourselves in danger” Astarion pulls out his dagger, aiming at the throat. “What is the other mission, speak now” He glares at the Gur. “Let’s not be too rash, Astraion.” Wyll looks at him. “He’s right fangs, easy” Karlach says. “No, it can’t be you Astarion, walking in the sun? I was just asked to find a missing child.” He says. Astarion glared even more. “Seems like Cazador is even sending out Gurs…you are not getting near them.” He kills off the Gur. Tav only watches before sighing “Was that necessary?” Astarion only shrugs walking off “I’ll send in the boot muncher to replace me.” He mutters, cleaning off his dagger. No one is going near his little spawn, not even Cazador. His fear for Cazador is slowly diminishing thanks to you.
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The Purple Sign. Part XI
Self-Aware! Bram Stoker x GN! Reader
Description: There is a Purple Sign on your door. Part XI
Fluff. Bram pampering.
Warning: OOC. English is my second language.
You almost entered your bedroom, when Aya run in your room right before you. She was holding The Purple Sign in her hands. Girl turned her head and hold the sign towards you. You smiled.
"Got it, Aya. So, what do you want to do first?"
But girl shook her head.
"It's not for me. It's for Bra-chan."
You raise an eyebrow. Bram has never used The Purple Sign before.
“Did Bram asked you to do it? To bring The Purple Sign on his behalf?” you felt a need to clarify.
Aya’s smile disappeared. Now she looked like she was caught stealing candy.
“Kind of…”
“Kind of.” Your voice sounded flat. Aya looked away, embarrassed.
“He looked sad. I thought that he needs it.” Girl became quiet.
You leaned towards Aya and softly asked.
“Are you sure? You sure? That Bram needs and wants it?”
She knew that there was one rule about The Purple Sign, which you could never break.
Consent.
Purple Sign was not just a chance to spend time together.
It was a permission for you to “get into” BSD Cast’s personal space, mind and thoughts.
It was their chance to be vulnerable.
You did not accuse Aya of anything right now. You were letting her explain/
Aya stepped from one leg to another and nervously looked at you.
“Last week he was silent. Too silent.” Girl looked at The Purple Sigh. “It wasn’t his normal silence. It was silence from that world… Back in our previous world… He was quiet. Like he didn’t care that he is… was…” you nodded, showing, that you knew, what she wanted to say. Aya looked at you with gratitude. She continue.
“All of us felt broken at least once back there. However, Bra-chan... I just thought… He needs to talk about it. He will not tell me anything. He didn’t want to burden me.”
You closed your eyes. Aya’s sadness looked genuine. She was worried.
Bram became her guardian. Her father.
Oda did his best to look after kids (and teens). But you can’t just treat him as the babysitter.
You took the Purple Sigh from her hands.
“I will go and talk to him”
_______
Basement was dry. It was not cold, but chilly.
You were standing before Bram’s door. On your back, you had your backpack with Purple Sig, your laptop, phone and few pairs of headphones.
You raise your hand and knock.
Silence.
You knocked again. And called.
“Bram, it’s me, [Y/N]!”
Silence. Few soft steps.
And Bram Stocker opened the door.
“Little Bat? Nice to see you.”
Bram’s voice was calm and emotionless (slightly). If you did not knew him, you would assume that he was sarcastic. However, you have knew him for many month. He was happy to see you. His eyes soften for a bit. He slightly lean forward and corners of his lips twitched up.
You wave at him.
“Hey, Bram, got a minute?”
Vampire Lord/Ability User nodded.
“Yes. Do you need something?”
Without second thought, you took off your backpack and take away The Purple Sign. Wooden “accessory” on a neat chain dangled in your hold. Bram raise an eyebrow.
“Aya came to me with this earlier. She said that you need it.”
Bram’s posture changed. He looked more nervous. Not angry. More like someone, who didn’t want to have their secrets revealed.
“Where did she get this idea?” Bram asked. You mentally cheered. It seems that you can make Bram open up a little.
“She told me, that you were silent. As silent as back there… And Neither Aya or I could let our friend feel blue or lost.”
Bram looked away. He looked troubled.
“I am sorry for worrying you two. It was not my intention.”
You sigh quietly. No one wanted to worry anyone. By doing that, they boiled in their sadness. Nevertheless, you loved everyone from BSD Cast.
“I know. Bram, if you want to talk, I am here.”
Bram shift his gaze to the Purple Sigh.
“Or we can simply hang out. You don’t need to open up, if you don’t want to. Just remember, that I am here.”
Vampire took the Sign from your hand and put it on his door.
“Come in, Little Bat.”
_________
Bram was a heating pad. Kind off. He did not breathe, was surprisingly warm for a vampire and his body was softer, than you would expect from a vampire.
You sighed and closed your eyes. You were laying on his chest, while Bram himself was laying in his coffin. Coffin,of course, was open.
Bram was talking.
“I didn’t care about being fictional.” Bram’s chest moved up and down. “I promise, I am not mad about it. But, I am mad, because I remembered about my family.”
You silently nuzzle Bram’s shoulder. You choose to remain silent.
Bram’s long fingers ran through your hair.
“I was alone. A talking head. Do you want to know, why I did not ask Fukuchi to remove the sword?” Bram answered his own question, without letting you speak. “I did not want to go on a rampage.”
Bram chucked. The laugh was bitter.
“And you knew what? I am still dangerous. I still can kill everyone. I am not human!”
Bram looked at you. He whispered.
“Why you are not afraid of me. Little Bat?”
You tilt your head. After few minutes of silence, you spoke.
“I trust you. Our looks or dietary habits didn’t make us human. Our minds, hearts, souls, personality… That is what we called humanity. We change ourselves. We can became better or worse. And you… You are a good person. You are a good father, Bram. And a great friend.”
For a few moments, everything was silent.
Then Bram hug you tighter. He took your hand and lightly kissed your knuckles.
“I needed it, Little Bat. Thank you”
You smile softly.
“You are welcome, Bram”
_________
It was the middle of the night.
You were laying on Bram’s chest.
Your eyes were closed.
.Both of you had headphones on. With help of duel headphone jack, you were listening to music. Together.
Two real persons enjoying mu
sic together. As it should be.
You almost entered your bedroom, when Aya run in your room right before you. She was holding The Purple Sign in her hands. Girl turned her head and hold the sign towards you. You smiled.
"Got it, Aya. So, what do you want to do first?"
But girl shook her head.
"It's not for me. It's for Bra-chan."
You raise an eyebrow. Bram has never used The Purple Sign before.
“Did Bram asked you to do it? To bring The Purple Sign on his behalf?” you felt a need to clarify.
Aya’s smile disappeared. Now she looked like she was caught stealing candy.
“Kind of…”
“Kind of.” Your voice sounded flat. Aya looked away, embarrassed.
“He looked sad. I thought that he needs it.” Girl became quiet.
You leaned towards Aya and softly asked.
“Are you sure? You sure? That Bram needs and wants it?”
She knew that there was one rule about The Purple Sign, which you could never break.
Consent.
Purple Sign was not just a chance to spend time together.
It was a permission for you to “get into” BSD Cast’s personal space, mind and thoughts.
It was their chance to be vulnerable.
You did not accuse Aya of anything right now. You were letting her explain/
Aya stepped from one leg to another and nervously looked at you.
“Last week he was silent. Too silent.” Girl looked at The Purple Sign. “It wasn’t his normal silence. It was silence from that world… Back in our previous world… He was quiet. Like he didn’t care that he is… was…” you nodded, showing, that you knew, what she wanted to say. Aya looked at you with gratitude. She continue.
“All of us felt broken at least once back there. However, Bra-chan... I just thought… He needs to talk about it. He will not tell me anything. He didn’t want to burden me.”
You closed your eyes. Aya’s sadness looked genuine. She was worried.
Bram became her guardian. Her father.
Oda did his best to look after kids (and teens). But you can’t just treat him as the babysitter.
You took the Purple Sign from her hands.
“I will go and talk to him”
_______
Basement was dry. It was not cold, but chilly.
You were standing before Bram’s door. On your back, you had your backpack with Purple Sign, your laptop, phone and few pairs of headphones.
You raise your hand and knock.
Silence.
You knocked again. And called.
“Bram, it’s me, [Y/N]!”
Silence. Few soft steps.
And Bram Stocker opened the door.
“Little Bat? Nice to see you.”
Bram’s voice was calm and emotionless (slightly). If you did not knew him, you would assume that he was sarcastic. However, you have knew him for many month. He was happy to see you. His eyes soften for a bit. He slightly lean forward and corners of his lips twitched up.
You wave at him.
“Hey, Bram, got a minute?”
Vampire Lord/Ability User nodded.
“Yes. Do you need something?”
Without second thought, you took off your backpack and take away The Purple Sign. Wooden “accessory” on a neat chain dangled in your hold. Bram raise an eyebrow.
“Aya came to me with this earlier. She said that you need it.”
Bram’s posture changed. He looked more nervous. Not angry. More like someone, who didn’t want to have their secrets revealed.
“Where did she get this idea?” Bram asked. You mentally cheered. It seems that you can make Bram open up a little.
“She told me, that you were silent. As silent as back there… And Neither Aya or I could let our friend feel blue or lost.”
Bram looked away. He looked troubled.
“I am sorry for worrying you two. It was not my intention.”
You sigh quietly. No one wanted to worry anyone. By doing that, they boiled in their sadness. Nevertheless, you loved everyone from BSD Cast.
“I know. Bram, if you want to talk, I am here.”
Bram shift his gaze to the Purple Sign.
“Or we can simply hang out. You don’t need to open up, if you don’t want to. Just remember, that I am here.”
Vampire took the Sign from your hand and put it on his door.
“Come in, Little Bat.”
_________
Bram was a heating pad. Kind off. He did not breathe, was surprisingly warm for a vampire and his body was softer, than you would expect from a vampire.
You sighed and closed your eyes. You were laying on his chest, while Bram himself was laying in his coffin. Coffin,of course, was open.
Bram was talking.
“I didn’t care about being fictional.” Bram’s chest moved up and down. “I promise, I am not mad about it. But, I am mad, because I remembered about my family.”
You silently nuzzle Bram’s shoulder. You choose to remain silent.
Bram’s long fingers ran through your hair.
“I was alone. A talking head. Do you want to know, why I did not ask Fukuchi to remove the sword?” Bram answered his own question, without letting you speak. “I did not want to go on a rampage.”
Bram chucked. The laugh was bitter.
“And you knew what? I am still dangerous. I still can kill everyone. I am not human!”
Bram looked at you. He whispered.
“Why you are not afraid of me. Little Bat?”
You tilt your head. After few minutes of silence, you spoke.
“I trust you. Our looks or dietary habits didn’t make us human. Our minds, hearts, souls, personality… That is what we called humanity. We change ourselves. We can became better or worse. And you… You are a good person. You are a good father, Bram. And a great friend.”
For a few moments, everything was silent.
Then Bram hug you tighter. He took your hand and lightly kissed your knuckles.
“I needed it, Little Bat. Thank you.”
You smile softly.
“You are welcome, Bram”
_________
It was the middle of the night.
You were laying on Bram’s chest.
Your eyes were closed.
Both of you had headphones on. With help of duel headphone jack, you were listening to music. Together.
Two real persons enjoying music together. As it should be.
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Being Colby Brocks Baby Sister Headcanons
Prompt: No.
Request: - Yes.
Summery/ Request: Can you do Colby Brock x adopted 13 year old sister reader (she is half South African and half Brazilian and has tan skin) with ADHD headcannons and has similar personality to Rory keaner from Mbav and Richie Tozier from IT 2017 and she's very very sassy and and when Colby is running after her when she runs away she runs faster than a cheetah and is hyper and can roast people + humbles people like how north west does to Kim K and when Colby or everyone yells at her for doing something she tries not to laugh and stays chill and calm and she's fearless and brave and when Colby and sam + his friends when they're at the haunted house and they tell her to do something embarrassing she does it + how his friends (sam,Tara,jake,Corey, johnnie and brennen) + Colby would react to her and think of her.
Pairings: Big brother Colby Brock x little sister reader
Author's Note: This didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm not completely happy with how this one ended up, but here you go. Also, so I messed up a bit and can't find the original ask, and I can't remember who sent it, but here you go. Thank you for the request. I hope you like it
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Colby's always been the baby of the family.So when his parents decided to adopt a 13 year old girl, he wasn't sure how to feel about it.
But as soon as he met her, he knew she was going to bring a lot of energy and sass into their lives.
The girl's name was Y/N, and she was half South African and half Brazilian. She had tan skin, curly dark hair, and big brown eyes that were always filled with mischief.
Colby (and later his ftiends too) was very interested in learning about her heritage and all of the different traditions that went with it.
Y/N had been diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, and it was clear that she had a similar personality to both Rory Keaner from 'My Babysitter's a Vampire' and Richie Tozier from 'IT 2017'. She was sassy, hyper, and had a knack for roasting people with her quick wit. She was also quick to put you in your place if you were being stupid or mean.
She often used this to defend her new big brother from people who tried to bully him.
Y/N was fearless and brave, never afraid to speak her mind or try new things. And she was also incredibly fast. Whenever Colby tried to catch her when she ran away, she would sprint faster than a cheetah, always managing to stay one step ahead of him.
Once she started going on adventures with him and Sam he had to chase her down alot...
But despite her wild and energetic nature, Y/N had a kind heart and always humbled people with her words, just like North West does to her famous mother, Kim Kardashian.
Colby's friends were apprehensive about her at first, not really sure what to make of her.
Sam, I feel, would be the first to warm up to her. Also, he likes the fact that she causes Colby almost the same amount of chaos as what Colby causes him...
I feel like Jake would get along the best with her when he's warmed up to her. The reason for this is I think their hyper energies would just compliment one another, and they'd love paying pranks on each other and the others... Mostly Colby...
Tara loves her, too. She likes how honest and witty she is.
Johnnie gets along with Jake so I'm sure he'd get along with her as well.
Corey likes to play pranks on everyone with her. She comes up with the BEST prank ideas. She's also a pretty good dancer, so he likes to dance with her.
Brennen gets along with her. He thinks she can be a little childish sometimes, but hey, she's 13.
All in all they were all eventually rather taken with her. They loved her sassy attitude and her fearless nature. They were also impressed by her ability to stay calm and chill, even when someone was yelling at her for doing something mischievous.
Colby says he sometimes thinks that they like her better than they like him.
One day, Colby and Sam decided to go to a haunted house and take Y/N with them as well as taking a few other friends. Y/N, of course, was ecstatic about the idea and couldn't wait to explore the spooky place. As they walked through the dark corridors, their friends dared Y/N to do something embarrassing. Without hesitation, she accepted the challenge and did it with confidence and sass.
Colby and his friends couldn't help but laugh at Y/N's fearlessness and her ability to always stay true to herself. They admired her for being unapologetically herself and never letting anyone dull her shine.
Y/N had quickly become a beloved member of their group, and they couldn't imagine their lives without her.
As for Colby, he was grateful to have Y/N as his adopted sister. She had brought a whole new level of fun and excitement into his life, and he couldn't wait to see what adventures they would embark on together in the future.
Y/N was not only his sister but also his best friend, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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Alternative Payment
Summary – After coming home from his shift, Mike can’t pay you, but he puts an end to the sexual tension between you.
Pairing – Mike Schmidt x Reader
Warnings – Smut, no rigorous editing cuz I just wrote this on my phone in a spur of the moment fic
The front door clicked closed as Mike entered his home after coming home from his night shift.
After not hearing from Max for a while, he decided to call you again now that he worked night shifts. Abby was more than happy to have you back as her babysitter, Mike found that she was more energetic than when Mike had employed Max.
He closed the door quietly, noticing your body slumped on the couch. He gently dumped his stuff on the dining room table and slipped off his shoes before padding over to see your sleepy state.
Lying on your stomach with your arm slung off the couch and a blanket draped around your lower half, with empty microwave popcorn wrappers and soda cans on the floor, Mike knew you had been up late movie-watching.
He was so conflicted about his next move. He needed to wake you so he could let you go home but he didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.
Mike’s least favourite part about rehiring you wasn’t the fact that you charged him less, or that you made Abby’s life brighter, but that he hated how his old feelings for you had reawakened.
Mike had a crush on you, and still did, and maybe the way your vulnerability is displayed while softly snoring on his couch was was part of the goofiness he found so endearing about you.
He knelt down and brushed some of the fallen hair over your face out of the way and over your ear, softly dragging his hand down to your shoulder where he gently began to shake you.
When you started to stir he wanted to punch himself. He didn’t want to be mean and wake you up, and he would’ve really enjoyed watching you sleep for a bit longer, but he knew he can’t afford to have you any longer than he has to.
“Mngh… Mike… Welcome home,” you groggily greeted him, rubbing your eyes and sitting yourself up.
“Sorry, I hope I didn’t disturb you,” he said, taking a place beside you on the couch after you swung your legs off and back onto the floor.
“No, no,” you yawned, “not at all.” You started to grab your rubbish and get up to put it away, while Mike just awkwardly stayed sat on the couch.
“So, what did you watch?” He asked.
“Hm? Oh the movie. I watched Blade, was really feeling like vampires,” you responded, returning to your spot on the couch.
Mike was pretty cute too you had to admit. He was short, and all those oversized sweaters and jackets didn’t help, but that’s what made him very cute.
The awkward silence of the two of you sitting in silence in the dark together was getting stronger. You saw him look at you out of the corner of your eye and so you turned your head, and that’s when you felt something bubble and boil down below, a shiver of heat moving south.
He held his gaze longer than a normal person would, a gaze long enough to admire how you looked. Then finally, he looked away.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I need a few more days before I can pay you while my pay check comes I—“ he explained.
“Mike, I totally get it,” you cut him off, “don’t stress about it now. Abby makes it worth more.”
“Thank you, you know it really means a lot to me, and especially Abby,” Mike said, looking back at you again with deep sincerity in his eyes, “She really likes you, I don’t know how you do it but I haven’t seen her this happy since—“ he stopped.
“It’s okay, Mike. Abby is a joy to be around, and I’m more than happy to help.”
That look he gave you, full of so much gratitude it was seeping from his eyes, he felt as though he could practically jump on you.
His eyes continued to linger, and you had also not turned away. It was like a subconscious rebounding—since the other person didn’t look away, neither did you. The longer it went, the more delusional questions bounced around your head, “is he staring because he likes me?”, “is he going to kiss me?”, “should I make the first move?”, “what if I’m reading into it too much?” All these questions were finally answered when he slowly started to inch his face towards you.
He did it in small increments to make sure that you were getting the message, and that he could pull back at the first signs of disinterest. As soon as you were confident about what his actions were, you also closed in on the gap and the your lips met his, in a very delicate series of kisses and pecks.
Mike was an incredibly gentle man, especially when he rested a hand behind your head and the other on your lap. Mike only wanted to get closer to you, you hold you, to make you his.
Those delicate kisses deepened after each one, and soon the two of you were passionately making out on his couch, his hands caressing you and and gripping your body. It had been so long since he wanted to do this to you.
He peeled the blanket off your body, and tugging at the hems of your clothing to usher you to take them off. There was an unfair balance between you both and how many articles of clothing you were wearing, but Mike was so needy—he had been wanting this for much longer and he couldn’t wait to get down to business.
You couldn’t protest his outfit while lewd sounds were spewing from your mouth. Soft pants and quiet moans of encouragement was all you mustered, remembering to be quiet enough to not disturb the little girl down the hall.
His tongue danced on you and in you, his breath hot and his mouth wet. He licked and sucked, and poked and prodded at your pussy, eating you out like it was his breakfast.
Finally you could reach down and yank on his clothing at the shoulders and he got the message. He reluctantly removed himself from your cunt, a string of saliva connecting the two of you when he sat up, being broken when he pulled his sweaters and shirt over his head.
He stood up and continued to undress himself, unbuckling his pants so he could step out of it. He pulled down his briefs to reveal his thing, standing tall and proud because of you (although he won’t admit it’s been like this since he first walked in and saw you).
You sat up and grabbed it, pumping it to take in its impressive length and girth. He softly groaned when he felt the head of his cock slip between your lips and over your tongue.
Your salivation lubed him up while you sucked, and as good as it felt for Mike, he really just wanted to feel inside you.
Gesturing you to stop, you did, and with one knee positioned on the couch, he started to navigate his dick to your core.
You leaned back, anticipating the feeling. You felt his head at your entrance, and when you felt his body heat was emanating more and more, that’s when you felt it slip inside of you, your walls moulding itself around his cock, stretching your muscles around the foreign object.
Mike was gentle, always was. His first few thrusts were slow while your body got used to the feeling, but then he couldn’t hold on, the animal inside of him needed to be released and he started pounding into you, holding you like you were going to fly away from him.
He was more than ecstatic to finally be in this position, he yearned this closeness with you for so long it was eating himself inside out. A spontaneous moment of courage led to this and he was so thankful. Thankful of this, thankful of you, so many positive emotions he was close to reaching his peak just from being so overwhelmingly happy.
Then there was creaking. Between you and Mike’s soft yet heavy panting, the creaking of the floorboards was loud. He stopped abruptly, and the two of you whipped your head around to the doorway, but nothing was there. It was just the house settling in the early morning hours, but this reminded the both of you to not get so carried away with your noises.
Mike turned back to you, and since he was doing all the work, you were just waiting for him to make the decision to stop or keep going, but Mike was so close to finishing, and he didn’t want his first time with you to be ruined by paranoia. He needed to keep feeling you.
Mike watching you underneath him, lying back on his couch again, legs splayed wide open, while his hips jolt furiously into yours, you were so hot like this.
That feeling came back fast to Mike, and his legs began to quiver as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth while his orgasm rippled through him and into you.
After he pulled out and gave you his shirt to wear while he cleaned up a bit, he joined you back on the couch, sitting under the blanket.
“Thank you,” Mike sighed, “I hope this is enough to sustain you until I can pay you back.”
“Yeah, this’ll do for now,” and you kissed him on the cheek as your thank you back.
#mike schmidt x reader#fnaf x reader#fnaf movie#fnaf movie x reader#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x y/n#mike schmidt x fem!reader smut#mike schmidt smut#my fics#josh hutcherson x reader
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Jealousy
Fandom: My babysitter's a vampire; Ethan Morgan x reader
Request: "basically, reader acts like she hates ethan because she thinks he has a big crush on Sarah, but eth hears her talking about him to Erica or smth??? I just think it would be sooo cute tysm"
Genre: fluff
Warnings: cussing
A/n: anyone wanna come up with titles for me? I'm done.
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“Is she still staring at me?”
“Yep”
Ethan went to adjust the hood of his hoodie again.
“Can you be any more obvious than that?” Benny remarks and Ethan’s hands go down slowly
“What’s her deal anyways? What did I even do wrong?”
“Why are you asking me? How would I know?”
“Hey guys!” a certain blonde boy appears , with a tray of food in hand
“Rory, sit down and eat your food!”
“Well someone’s in a bad mood today, damn Benny.”
Ethan is still staring down at his lunch. The mere thought of putting something in his mouth feels overwhelming. Anxiety runs through his body and he can’t stop his leg from shaking under the table. He’s trying not to make it obvious that he can feel your gaze on the back of his head from the other side of the room but that’s very difficult.
“What’s wrong with you E? What's wrong with everyone today?” Rory, the ever-so-oblivious, picked up on him acting weird. That’s definitely a bad sign.
“Y/n has been tearing him limb for limb with her eyes for the last 5 days and he has no idea why.” Benny answers
“Why?”
“...didn’t I just say…” and the normal banter starts again
Ethan does the same thing he’s been doing every night for the last 3 days: think. Think back to the day you stopped talking. Where was he? Well at school, it was monday. What did he do? Nothing unusual. Just classes and then lunch with the guys. He’s gone through his routine a dozen times by now, there was nothing to point out new and the more time passed, the more blurry his memories got.
The most frustrating part was how sudden it had all been. You two were so close, in fact you were the closest you had ever been. Ethan met you around 3 years ago now, when you joined their little friend group but in the past month, it was like you and him were growing so much closer within your own relationship. There was a lot more time spent between just the two of you, a lot more messages exchanged. Late night video game competitions and sometimes study sessions, although those would more than definitely turn into a regular hangout session with no work done. Ethan was enjoying how much more time you would spend at his house everyday and how happy you seemed to always be. He felt so comfortable with you. There was a sense of never having to worry about being anything other than himself, because he knew, without a doubt, that you liked him just as he was. He didn’t need to show off, and that was nice!
And then suddenly you’re not wishing him good morning when you walk past his locker. You take a seat at a different table in your shared classes. When Ethan approached you to see what’s up, you quickly made some lame excuse and got out of there, every time! You stopped replying to messages, let alone come over like you used to. At first he thought you were going through something and needed your space, so he tried to respect that. But the more time passed, the less ignored he felt and much more resented. The nasty glares, purposeful ignorance of him. You didn’t even make the effort to reply to him when he approached you at school anymore, instead walking right on ahead without eye contact. Now you were sitting at a different table for lunch, staring arrows at the back of his head. It was really aggravating how what he considered to be a nice, open and honest friendship was now turning into what felt like a rivalry. He didn’t like accepting it but your behavior was growing aggravating. It was getting on his nerves and even he could tolerate it any longer. He couldn’t stand the thought he did something wrong. He was perfectly innocent! None of the people he asked could think of something he did wrong. HE couldn’t think of something he did wrong. You were so absurd for this! You were so absurd in your behavior for no reason at all!!
The days passed on like that. One week turned into 2 and you still weren’t talking. In fact Ethan had resolved to send you his own nasty glances. When he catches you staring at him again, with the same aggravated frown, he simply raises his eyebrows in a challenge instead of pretending not to notice. It sure didn’t help mend things but he was exhausted of you. If you were looking for attention you’d have to find it elsewhere!
And things kept getting worse! Ethan was still upset and could not get over you. Could not go back to being his old, cheery self knowing you were mad at him. He tried to push his questioning thoughts away but sometimes they were just too much. One positive thing came out of that though: he created a mechanism. When he felt his head too heavy with thoughts, he would go out for a walk. It’s not anything he generally did, but it helped now and it was probably good for him to get some fresh air so it’s ok. That’s how he found himself hearing your laugh. At first he thought he was imagining but no, it was definitely you. Even tho he wasn’t sure where the noise was coming from, it was definitely you!
He tried following the sound, which led him down the street to a convenience store. He didn’t have to pass the corner of the building to know you would be there. He could now clearly hear you and Erica talking.
“It’s not my fault!” your annoyed voice was somehow comforting after so long of no contact
“Listen, I’m never gonna be the one to blame you. If anything, boys are always at fault!”
that got a laugh out of you. So sweet and innocent, it made Ethan feel weak. He knew he shouldn’t be listening into your private conversations but God, it was too interesting to back out now.
“Whatever. I mean he can like who he likes, it’s not my problem to deal with but also, I don’t wanna just sit on the sidelines and watch that happening. Gross!”
“Do you think she would say yes to him?”
“Erica I seriously don’t wanna think about it”
“I mean Sarah is way out of his league in the first place. And definitely uninterested. I mean could you actually imagine them together?”
“Ethan and Sarah? Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of imagining, thanks!”
This made E’s heart drop to his stomach. Him and Sarah? What the hell was this about? There was nothing going on between them. Yes, she was a pretty girl and he used to have a crush on her but that was a long while ago now. He’s swiftly moved on since she made it very clear that she was uninterested. Plus, the closer they got, the more he grew to understand that they would really not work, so it was all fine. So why were they the subject of conversation?
“Of all the girls in the world, you were the closest to him. Honestly, if he was gonna fall for someone, it should have been you!” and you scoff at this
“Well it wasn’t. I heard them talk. He’s into Sarah and all the guys are supportive of that. They are good friends and I wish them all the best but he made his decision and it was not me so I’m moving on in the only way I know how. Creating distance.”
“Whatever you say girlie!” Erica’s voice seemed uninterested
Ethan left after that. He had heard too much.
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He couldn’t find the courage to approach you about what he’d heard immediately after. A part of him was worried you would get mad for listening in on your conversations, the other part of him kept questioning what he’d heard and if it was really true. Did you want him to choose you? Because he will. He already has damn it, just didn’t have the courage to express it. Is that why you were so cold all of a sudden? Would this count as jealousy? He blushed anytime he thought about it. You were jealous because you wanted to be with him! How much luckier can a guy get?
At first he wanted to talk to Benny about it, get some advice but on second thought, decided not to. For a small second he considered asking his mom but quickly changed his mind. He had never really had ‘girl problems’ if you can even call it that, he wasn’t sure who to go to for advice.
It took about a week for him to build up the courage to talk to you. He had pondered the idea back and forth basically every waking moment and was never sure what to do really. When he saw you waiting at the bus station one day after school, all alone and scrolling on his phone, he pushed back every thought and insecurity he felt and approached you, almost mechanically.
“Hey!” his voice cracked a little, giving away the nerves swirling in his head. You barely spared him a second of your time to look at him before going back to scrolling
“How have you been?” he tried, admittedly lacking the old confidence he had around you
“Just peachy. You need something or what?”
“Just making conversation.”
“yeah…don’t really feel like it. Long day, y’know?” but when you caught his eye, the boredom was so clear in your eyes. It hurt him more to see you didn’t even care about hiding your distaste for him anymore
“Yep, got it.” Ethan laughed in response. All his courage, gone! Within seconds!! That irritated him so much. He had prepared for this. Went through every possible scenario, even tried acting out some speeches in his room in preparation and you still had him at your feet with a glance. He felt pathetic and for the first time ever, genuinely enraged by this whole situation. You used to be best fucking friends and look at you now! All within a matter of weeks and from a misunderstanding at that too!!! He knew how to fix this, he just had to say it so why couldn’t he?
“I don’t even like Sarah like that…'' he snarled, under his breath and frankly it was a miracle that you heard him over the white noise of the busy town.
“Like shit you don’t.”
That’s what you had to say? Of all fucking things that was your first reaction?!
“How would you even know how I feel?”
“Clear as day on your face and actions! I don’t need to be a mind reader to crack into that big head of yours!”
“You have no idea what you are even talking about! I act with her the same way I act with all my friends!” Ethan’s voice failed to hide the anger surging through his body. Now, as he faced you completely, head tall and fists clenched in frustration, you seemed just as uninterested. Your gaze didn’t shift from the cracked screen of your phone, shoulders hunched, totally disengaged. It just fueled E more.
“ You don’t even have a problem with Sarah!” he started again, throwing all logic to the wind and speaking whatever came to him “ You just hate that she’s a girl! You would have made this shit up regardless of who it was I got close to!”
Finally, your attention was on him!
“What the fuck makes you think I care enough for that?” you stood up, looking him in the eye
“You mean to tell me we’ve been friends for years with no problems but the second a new girl enters my life and I start spending time with her, you act all crazy and throw a fit? What am I supposed to make of that?”
“This has nothing to do with Sarah to begin with! See? There you go making false assumptions again and acting all smart about them, like you actually did something!”
“I’m not the one making unbased theories and running with them! You never even asked me about my feelings for Sarah! You just draw a conclusion yourself and then go complain about me to Erica, don’t you?”
Anyone would have been able to see the dots connecting in your head at that time. You didn’t spend that much time with Erica anyways.
“You were there?”
“I was behind the corner of the store”
“You were hiding?! What the hell?”
“I wasn’t doing anything! I was out on a walk, I happened to hear your voice!” but his explanation gains him nothing but an irritated scoff. You go back to your phone, seemingly ready to ignore him again, but that just won’t be enough
“So now that all the cards are on the table, can we address the elephant in the room?”
“As I said, you like Sarah. It’s very clear. And that’s fine and you can do whatever you want!” your voice didn’t carry the same rage as before, much more mellow and distant.
Detached.
“I liked Sarah! A long time ago. I don’t now!”
“Okay” said with absolute indifference. Ethan, couldn’t help a roll of the eyes
“You’re unbelievable!”
“What do you honestly want me to do right now?!”
“Just say that you like me, if you do!”
“I fucking like you Ethan! God damn, I’d think you’d be smart enough to piece it together yourself but clearly you’re just-”
The grasp Ethan had on the back of your head felt strangely powerful and as he pulled you into him, locking your lips together, you genuinely felt yourself considering if this was the same man you knew! Truth be told, Ethan thought about this moment forever! About kissing you, about confessing to you! When he heard your conversation with Erica however, perspectives changed. Now all his thoughts were clouded by you confessing to him, admitting that what his speculations were, in fact, true. He thought about what he would say, how he would react to receiving that confirmation. He practiced the soft smile he’d give you in return, the quiet but tender confession of his own feelings. One thing he never expected himself to do is to aggressively pull you by the back of your neck and kiss you powerfully. He never thought himself the kind to have enough confidence to just go in for such a shameless kiss, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to just shut you up!
It took a little bit to register, to wrap your head around the sharp pull of your hair and the sloppy moves of his lips on yours. Every conceivable thought in your head told you to pull away, slap him, tell him to leave you alone but your body had a mind of its own and you found yourself tugging him closer by the collar. Your lips moved on his with just as much intensity and fervor as his! The build up of emotion, frustration, anger, all of it boiled down to this moment. Ethan’s hand sneaked around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and finally, as if satisfied with this outcome, his grip on you loosened. His kisses turned progressively softer. The hand in your hair moved to cup your cheek and almost instinctively, you followed his lead, letting go of the tight grip you had on his shirt, resting your hand of his chest instead.
It felt like a real kiss. Like all the kisses you dreamed about every time you thought of him. You knew your cheeks were burning up and that now, after your anger had subsided, the reality of your situation, the confession, Ethan’s fingers pressing into the plush of your waist, all of it made you shy. When he finally pulled away, bruised lips and breathing heavily, you couldn’t look at him. All this time, you used your anger to cover for just how weak in the knees this man had you but now, somehow, even that had been stripped away.
“I…um..sorry about that! I...should have asked” Ethan was blushing just as much. He was starting to second guess his actions. He took 2 steps back, giving you room again, the feeling of your ragged breaths so close to his lips made his head spin
“It’s ok” you whispered. This was an unusual situation. In one move, all your cards had been turned upside down and now there was no point in even trying to deny the truth.
“So are we good?” Despite trying to sound confident, you could hear the edge of nervousness in Ethan’s voice. It’s the kind of knowledge that comes with many years spent together, and the thought makes you smile.
“Yeah. We’re good.”
“Can we possibly be more than good?” Ethan’s chuckles, as if he already knows the answer, if the blush on your cheeks is anything to go by anyways. You giggle in return and nod.
#mbav#mbav x reader#ethan morgan x reader#ethan morgan#ethan morgan imagine#ethan morgan fluff#my babysitters a vampire
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Can you do a Phoebe Atwell (The Babysitter: Killer Queen) x Male Reader where the reader is a vampire and he shows his true face by killing Sonya and Max? Thank you for making my day better
Y/N slices through Sonya and Max with his wings and sucks out their blood…
Y/N: are you okay?
Phoebe: yeah. So you’re a-a vampire?
Y/N: I only feed on bad people
Phoebe: that’s so hot
Y/N: your pulse is pounding harder
Phoebe: it’s just nerves. It’s not like your incredibly hot or anything
#jenna ortega x male reader#jenna ortega imagine#jenna Ortega#jenna ortega imagines#jenna ortega x reader#vampire reader#horror comedy#Phoebe atwell#netflix
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My Fanfic Writing Wrapped 2023
Tumblr didn't do personal 2023 year in reviews, so I did it myself. Not sure if this is completely accurate bc I'm only human, but I tried lol
In 2023, I posted 119 fanfictions! 25 posts were headcanons, while the other 94 were fully written fics. I posted the most in November, with 20 fics and 5 headcanons.
My third most requested character was Malcolm Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle), with 10 fanfics and 2 headcanons. Second place is Benny Weir (My Babysitter's a Vampire), with 21 fanfics and 9 headcanons. First place (not surprised at all lol) is Reese Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle), with a whopping 24 fanfics and 8 headcanons!
My Top 5 Fanfictions of 2023
5. Summer Love (Benny Weir X Reader)
Summary: Benny’s friends don’t believe him when he tells them he has a girlfriend.
289 likes, 11 reblogs, 2 comments
4. Give You My Shoulder (Mike Schmidt X Reader)
Summary: It’s not uncommon for Mike to have a nightmare, mainly from reliving the trauma of his brother being taken. Luckily, he doesn’t sleep alone anymore.
296 likes, 7 reblogs
3. A Nudge (Benny Weir X Cupid!Reader)
Summary: As a descendant of Cupid, Y/n moved to Whitechapel to help people find and connect with their soulmates. The supernatural gang gets suspicious of the new girl. What happens when they catch her about to shoot a love arrow and Benny gets hit?
317 likes, 19 reblogs, 1 comment
2. Girl of My Dreams (Rory Keaner X Reader)
Summary: Rory Keaner was already heavily infatuated with Whitechapel’s pride and joy, Y/n L/n. But when he finds out she’s a nerd, he falls even harder for her.
379 likes, 17 reblogs, 2 comments
1. My Babysitter's a Vampire Simp Headcanons
Summary: Individual headcanons and scenarios of Benny Weir, Rory Keaner, and Ethan Morgan being a simp for you
439 likes, 11 reblogs, 2 comments
I hope that in 2024 I write more things (both fanfiction and original works) and I'm so grateful to all of you have been along for the ride! I love writing, no matter how bad the writer's block gets, and it means a lot that there are people out there who support what I do. And although it was a bit time consuming, this was really fun to make lol maybe I'll do it again next year :)
#agaypanic#fanfiction writer#fanfic writing#2023 tumblr year in review#2023 year in review#year in review 2023#my fanfic writing wrapped#my fanfic writing wrapped 2023#malcolm in the middle#reese wilkerson#malcolm in the middle x reader#benny weir#my babysitter's a vampire#benny weir x reader#reese wilkerson x reader#my babysitter's a vampire x reader#malcolm wilkerson x reader#malcolm wilkerson#rory keaner x reader#rory keaner#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt#five nights at freddys x reader#five nights at freddy's
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CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC PT.2
[Fanfics i've read]
edited
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♡ - smut
Mostly fluff
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Corpse husband
Tommyinnit
technoblade
- DSMP reacting to you actually being rich
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@beeindaclouds - Things you do that they love pt.1 pt.2
- DSMP reacting to Reader with a high spice tolerance
- C!DSMP meet OWL!Reader, right-hand of Lady Death
- Children!DSMP reacting to Babysitter!Reader having a partner
- Crew Boys reacting to you "saving" their basket ball
- dsmp with rich!reader
- C!DSMP react to Reader switching during a fight
- C!DSMP w/ a Vampire!Reader
@dsmpxreaderstuff - reader gifting the dsmp flower
- sassy! reader
- Reader who's always wearing gloves
- your highness
@ruminationnn - nickname for you
@rae-writes - sbi finding out techno has a daughter
@basilly - kissing their nose
@astrologyslayy - what the dsmp would do when crushing on you
- their reactions when they watch you draw
@god-of-balance - ___(hybrid creeper!reader)
@krabs-quill - old phantom phriend
@brightert0mb - Syndicate Gang with a Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Headcannons
@ruminationnn - a random hug from the reader headcanons
@angel-anoetic - killer cutie (killer bunny!reader)
@cupidmybeloved - ice skating (platonic)
- knitting (sbi x sibling!reader)
@voidgonemissing - a gentle rainy day (platonic)
@helliontherapscallion - sbi sibling deer hybrid!reader
@ramzawrites - strike me down,Zeus! (creeper hybrid!reader)
@retroaria - comparing hand sizes
@modelbus - face id
@thabeeboii - (Y/N) loves hugging people randomly pt.2
@streaming-yn - p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n
- forgetful!y/n duo names
- forgetful!y/n interacting with other streamer
@myntrose - face reveal pog?
@quackarl - mcyt having a crush
@griffintail - just another day (sbi x winged!child reader)
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corpse husband
@sarahwasfound - fuckin' hot
@thefanficmonster - the doll
@bunnvlr - Mama's boy
@malleux - spell
@whiteqnn - pure 2
@quits-writing - being corpse husband's s/o hc
@castor--writes - corpse finding out you have a bingus cat baby
@rottenroyalebooks - my girlfriend is a witch
@dollsbite - corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o
@kbrownie - leaked
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tommyinnit
@isadora-larkspur - tommy with shorter reader
@ohlovejoy - reacting to his beard
- the jitters (mute!reader)
@julibeeline - tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship
@sanderchu - breakfast made with love
- ylyl vlog
@modelbus - beguiled in the background
- cute cat
@bingbongsupremacy - little intruder (toddler!reader)
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Technoblade
@ze-maki-nin - child in the snow
@milqueandsugar - ___
@beeindaclouds - having c!technoblade as your dad
@fandomlit - imagine technoblade being jealous of the attention you give tommy
@smelted-applejuice - ___ (techo's daughter)
- ___ (wither skeleton!reader)
@beelzebubaz - techno seeing you in his clothes
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