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lovebugism · 2 months

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OMG Stevie helping his shy!girlfriend with a bloody nose while at school just ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

steve promises a good time in exchange for skipping class with him. you end up with a bloody nose. (established relationship, hurt/comfort-ish, 0.8k)

“Missed you,” Steve slurs against your mouth, pressing your body between his towering one and the cold bathroom stall.

You manage a quiet giggle between his sloppy kisses. He swallows the sunshine sound with his plush, pink mouth. “It’s only been three hours,” you tell him as you twist your hands in his wild hair. The chestnut strands feel like silk between your fingers.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” the boy mumbles before pressing his smile to yours. He licks into your mouth and sighs at the taste, almost like he’s never felt you before — like he hadn’t kissed the breath from your lungs all lunch period.

He’s insatiable, your beautiful brown-eyed boy, and he kisses you with haste accordingly. He’s always seemed to touch you that way. With a hunger, like every time he’s held you is the very first time. And with an eagerness, like any time could be his last.

Steve gets all boyishly aggressive beneath the weight of his yearning. And you, warm and fondly held by his swollen mouth and wide palms, can’t help when your head gets all swimmy about it. It’s a horrid combination, really.

‘Cause when he ducks down to kiss your neck, you rise to the tips of your toes to swallow him whole. Your faces bonk rather gracelessly together accordingly — like a couple of poorly aligned planets.

“Oh, shit!” Steve exclaims as he pulls back from you, rubbing at his aching forehead.

“I’m okay!” you blurt — not because you entirely mean it, but because you feel like it’s something you should say after being so carelessly clumsy.

The boy’s face twists with a puppylike pout. His jutted lips are rosier and very ardently kissed. His honey eyes flit rapidly across your features, glazed over with leftover longing. You look about as far-gone as he does now.

“Are you sure?” Steve presses. Because you’ve got a tendency to downplay the severity of certain situations for the sake of being a burden. It’s a whole thing. You’re still working on it. “I know that had to hurt, babe.”

“I’m fine,” you insist despite the distant throbbing between your eyes. Shaking your head with so much vigor doesn’t help. “I promise. I’m good… I think.”

Steve peers down at you, visibly unconvinced. His narrowed eyes widen when blood drips slowly from your right nostril, trickling like a river of crimson down your cupid’s bow.

Your brows furrow at his suddenly concerned gaze. “What?” you wonder as you reach for your mouth. His eyes are very obviously pointed there, and you’ve got a weird itch now, anyway.

“Nothing! It’s okay, just— Maybe don’t touch it,” Steve blurts before ducking at your side. He unravels cheap toilet paper from the dispenser beside your thigh and wraps it around his hand. He rises again to wipe the nosebleed, only to find that you’ve smeared it with your fingers.

Your eyes go glassy at the cherry-colored blood staining your fingertips. “Gosh…” you murmur as your heart swells into your throat. You blink slow, head all swimmy — and not in the good way.

“It’s okay. You’re alright, babe,” Steve insists as he smooths a softly calloused palm beneath your jaw. He guides your chin softly upward and presses the tissue to your nose. “Here. Just tilt your head back. Hold this ’til the bleeding stops, yeah?”

At a loss for what else to do, you listen to him. You press the crown of your head against the stall wall and wrap a trembling hand around the boy’s wrist. You can feel his racing pulse beneath your thumb.

“This is the last time I’m skipping study hall with you,” you announce with an icy glare that’s hardly intimidating. “Ever.”

Steve’s lip quirks into a sheepish half-smile. “I figured,” he replies.

When the bleeding doesn’t stop, he takes you to the nurse’s.

He sits with you in the concrete room, beneath the buzzing fluorescent lights and the overwhelming scent of bleach. His hands tremble with the longing to touch you while the nurse checks you over. She shoves a cotton ball up your nostril and a bulky icepack in your hand.

Steve would help you hold it if he didn’t think it would be the worst idea ever. He’s already gotten you into this mess — he figures it’s best to keep himself out of the rest of it for now. He idles in the corner, instead, and plays the innocent bystander.

“How did this happen, exactly?” the woman asks as she scribbles out a report. The pen against the clipboard sounds much louder in the quiet.

You glance over her shoulder at Steve for an answer. He shrugs with panicked eyes. The nurse peers at you over the frames of her cat-eyed glasses with a most impatient glare.

“I, uh— I just wasn’t paying attention,” you stammer less than convincingly. “Slammed right into a wall. Guess I should watch where I’m going, right?”

You force out a giggle while the older woman flashes Steve a deadpanned glare. “And I don’t imagine that you were the source of this distraction. Were you, Mr. Harrington?” she montones.

“Me?” he scoffs with a lopsided smile. “Of course not.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #st drabbles #stevie drabble

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undead-supernova · 13 days

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Bullshit! / Masterlist / 18+

part 1 / part 3

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pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

plot: eddie runs into you unexpectedly and you think it's time to have that date a little early

contains: eddie lacking confidence, confident!reader, get to know Eddie and the reader a little better, making out, kids this is a bit more than pg-13 I'll tell you that much without spoiling it

note: sorry guys, I'm not done with this. maybe far from it. they have a dynamic unlike any other and I'm here for it.

wc: 4k

The library was maybe the last place Eddie wanted to be at one in the afternoon on a Tuesday. It was always overcrowded, riddled with students running around with coffee from the adjoining Starbucks.

But Eddie needed a new book, having told himself that rereading The Hobbit the third time this semester was…unnecessary. Plus, his English professor told him that “we can only enact change ourselves.”

Maybe it was a sign. Because as Eddie passed the large glass windows, he saw you sitting at one of the booths.

You looked different from every Saturday night. No makeup, hardly any jewelry except for a thin gold necklace and several rings. An oversized sweatshirt and, from his vantage point, you were wearing a pleated skirt. He even noticed that your high-top Converse were placed next to you, mismatched patterned socks adorning your feet.

And, fuck, Eddie couldn’t help the excitement rising inside him. It should’ve embarrassed him when he started jogging towards the front door, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. All he could think about was the sound of your voice and your eyes and your touch and your kiss.

He slowed his pace as he walked past the printers and computers and found your head down in some textbook, blissfully unaware.

“Working hard or hardly working?” he asked.

And when you looked up and smiled, he could’ve sworn his heart swelled and burst like a goddamn balloon.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you exclaimed, jumping up to give him a hug. “What the fuck are you doing here!”

It was only for a few seconds, but he couldn’t resist breathing in your intoxicating perfume and memorizing the feel of you. The curve of your back, the soft fabric of your sweatshirt scratching against his calloused fingertips.

And as you sat back down, he realized quickly why your mere touch was so alluring. It was a reminder that Saturday had been real and, on this grueling Tuesday, you still cared about his existence. You still noticed him.

“I was coming to look for something new to read,” he answered, trying to figure out what to do with his hands and failing. “What about you?”

Eddie couldn’t decipher your now raised eyebrow, watching as you lifted your pointer finger. “Sit down,” you nearly demanded, eyes flickering from him to the booth. His heart hammered in his chest as he complied, eyeing your finger following his movements.

It was despicable how easy it was for you to get him to do whatever you wanted. Even just fucking sitting down. But he loved it. Every. Fucking. Second.

“I was in the stacks looking at the archives,” you explained. “But everyone in my class took them already.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Such bitches.”

“How rude,” Eddie said, all teasing with an amused smile.

He could tell you liked it, biting your lip slightly before playing along. “I know, it’s offensive.”

There was something he noticed in your expression, placing your lip back between your teeth as you scanned him up and down. Eddie was unable to keep a smile off his face, overwhelmed by the attention you gave him. Like he was a meal, but something to be savored rather than merely devoured.

He couldn’t help it when he returned the sentiment, glancing down at your skirt that was riding further and further up your thighs. It wasn’t the time to think about you like that, spread wide for him as he got on all fours. Having you barking commands at him to do it properly, rewarding him with endless praise once you deemed it good enough.

Your thighs parted just a bit more, head tilting to the side as you gave him a smirk. As if you knew exactly where his thoughts were and wanted him to keep going. And, wow, were you two really just eye-fucking each other in the library?

“Want some coffee?” he asked, trying to distract himself. Practically flinching, pulling himself back from the table. “I was gonna head to Starbucks afterwards.”

The sexual tension broke at the question and he watched as you fiddled with your pen. But you didn’t flounder like he did. He wondered if you ever could.

“Yeah, I’d love to. I have to finish something up but—”

“Oh, I’ll go by myself,” he offered.

“You sure?” you asked, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, no biggie,” he assured you, standing up.

Expression turning a bit sheepish, you said, “I will warn you… My order is complicated.”

He shrugged. “Hit me.”

And the order wasn’t complicated, per se. Eddie just wanted to know how the hell had you come up with a “dirty iced chai with oat milk and two pumps of cinnamon dolce”. Regardless, Eddie tucked that into his Notes app for later. If there was a later.

After grabbing himself a large black coffee and the concoction you'd asked for, he made his way back over to you. Rounding the corner, he noticed the way you moved back and forth between a book and your laptop, sighing and mumbling something to yourself. But as if you could sense him, you turned and watched him approach, a smile appearing on your lips.

“Oh, a Venti, huh?” you teased, making grabbing motions at him anyways.

He shrugged, sitting back down. “You deserve it.”

“You know what? You’re right.” You took it from his hand, taking a long sip. “I hate Starbucks coffee,” you said, licking your lips. “It’s awful. But this is the best thing on the menu, so thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie hoped you couldn’t see him blush. "I hate it, too. It's just the only thing we got."

“God, I know. Also, I can Venmo you or—"

“Absolutely not,” he interrupted, waving you away.

“Okay,” you conceded, not bothering to argue further. Just took another sip and sat back. Glanced out the window before back at him. “Wanna go on that date today?”

“Today?” he asked, nearly gobsmacked.

Nervousness ran along his limbs, not fully prepared to be with you. Alone. Just the two of you. It’d taken him hours to go to bed after dropping you off the other night. Any time he thought he was done masturbating, it just came with another round. Like a goddamn creep.

“Why not?”

“Aren’t you doing research?” he asked, feeling his face grow hot.

And if you noticed, you didn’t say anything about it.

“Oh my god, I would rather die than look at this shit any longer. I’ve been here since eight.” You paused before throwing a hand over your face. “Unless you’re busy. Sorry I didn’t ask first.”

“No, no. I’m free,” he lied, deciding at that moment to skip his class. He’d catch up on Algebra with his tutor—it’s not like he paid attention anyways. That damn tutor was the only reason he understood a fraction of it. Pun absolutely intended.

And he swore you nearly jumped up, grabbing your shoes and shoving them on before packing up your backpack, the weight of it starting to look daunting. Book after book, plus your laptop and pencil case and…

Without thought, Eddie grabbed it for you, slinging it over his shoulder. Fuck, it was heavy. “Here, I got it.”

You stared up at him, clearly shocked. “Oh, you sure?”

But Eddie gave you a smile and gestured towards the window with his head. “Yeah, come on. I’ll drive.”

By all accounts, Eddie was actually…sweet. It was nearly sickening how sweet he could be, carrying your backpack for you and opening the car door (despite it being a stalker van). Asking what music you liked to listen to—everything, was the answer. And you didn’t just like every genre, you loved it— Fiddling with the air conditioning and telling you to change it if you get too hot or too cold. Asking if his music was too loud, asking how you were doing now, away from your books.

You were starting to find him ridiculously intriguing, unsure how to take his kindness. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means. You just…weren’t used to a man being so considerate of your feelings.

It wasn’t like you didn’t think you deserved it—that was obvious every time a man got a little too close for comfort and you had to humiliate them.

But there was just something that felt new about Eddie. When he’d approached you at the party, you sized him up like every other guy shooting their shot. But he caught your eye immediately when he stumbled over his words. And when a jolt seized your veins at that first touch on his arm, you knew you were hooked.

You’d gone to bed that night with a smile on your face, softly licking along your lips to savor the lingering taste of Eddie’s mouth. It was tinged with beer, something you used to hate. Something you now loved, thoughts echoing one word:

New.

Eddie helped you out of the car once he’d parked, even insisting that you let him get it for you. It made you feel quite warm in the face, surprised by his assertion. Made you feel like a lady, something you hadn’t ever felt at the hands of a man.

As you moved through the museum, you were quiet, whispering now and then about certain art styles and their importance during their corresponding time periods. And you were glad that Eddie wasn’t a douchebag about noise level inside a museum.

He never interrupted, never poked fun at your intelligence. He’d even asked more questions, all hushed and contained, some even you didn’t know the answer to. Pocketing them for later to ask your professors.

But Eddie rarely gave up any information about himself, leaving you to tap his foot with yours and ask him questions. Every time, his face got hot and he murmured responses with a shrug, as if he didn’t think it was anything special.

How was it not? He was still undecided, having dreams of working on video games and helping direct the narratives in new and innovative ways to engage with the player more. You didn’t know much about video games, but you still listened. Still gave him the attention he’d given you. It wasn’t even hard—he was so animated once he got into something he was passionate about. It was endearing, actually.

You ended up sitting down on one of the benches together, staring at an abstract painting by an artist you’d never heard of.

“Do you like abstract?” you asked him, whispering despite the empty room.

Eddie shrugged, eyes trained on the swirling colors. “I think so? I mean, it’s cool to look at. I just don’t really know what I’m looking for. Or what I’m looking at, for that matter.”

That brought a smile to your face. His statement wasn’t judgmental or dismissive. It was…pensive. Contemplative.

“I think of it like music,” you said. “The different colors and movements are like different instruments. They’re all separate but they come together to make something magical.”

For emphasis, you leaned in closer to him, your face and shoulder fully pressed against him. Raised your arm to point at the sharp flicks of red hurling towards the top right of the canvas. You could’ve sworn you heard Eddie suck in a breath, having to suppress a smirk at the effect you had over him.

“That’s like a trumpet, bright and loud. Furious in nature but soaring off the page.” Then you pointed toward the royal blue splatters, more round than some of the other scattered pigments. “And this is like, oh, I don’t know. I guess, a trombone. Low and sultry. Rounded. Keeping everything together.”

Eddie turned his head, your noses nearly touching. You couldn’t help the shiver running down your neck at the tickling sensation you got from his hair. A smile you hadn’t seen before enveloped his face as you made eye contact.

“So, you’re saying it’s like jazz.”

A breathy laugh left your lips, finding yourself intimidated by his pointed gaze. By the way you could study the rich brown in his eyes, all bright and energized despite his calm demeanor. The stubble rising from his pores, all scratchy and wicked.

“Well, uh,” you murmured, surprised by your inability to form words. “It doesn’t have to be, but, um, I guess this one made me think of jazz. The way it kinda…” your voice trailed off as he seemingly leaned in further, his scent like smoke fogging your senses. “It’s not so rigid. It’s improv. It’s, um…”

“Varied?” he offered, his smile growing. “Unique?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Eddie let out a hum. “I think I get it now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.”

For once, you had to look away, back at the painting to try and control your breathing. There were flashes of things you wanted to do, both tender and wildly too inappropriate for the setting. Things you wanted beyond physicality, beyond the limits you’d always set for yourself.

And as if he could hear the pounding of your heart, his fingertips touched yours. Slowly weaved his fingers through the spaces left open. Took a piece of your heart with him.

Eddie might not be exactly forward with his actions, but he knew what he wanted. All you could do was squeeze his hand and hope that one day you’d get to see him in full bloom.

“Why do you do that thing?” you asked.

Eddie glanced over at you, one hand on the steering wheel. The other fiddled with a hole in his pants, needing something to grasp onto. His heart rate just started to slow down, giving him a chance to breathe.

There was just something about you that drove him mad.

“What thing?”

“Act like you’re not interesting.”

Sheepishly, Eddie shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know. I guess it’s ‘cause you’re way more interesting than me.”

“Bullshit,” you said sternly, a scoff leaving your lips.

“What!” he exclaimed, looking over at you again. “It’s true.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “You highly underestimate yourself.”

Eddie snorted. “I’m a stereotype.”

“Bullshit,” you repeated, starting to sound genuinely frustrated. “Who the hell told you that?”

He didn’t know where to start.

Being a loser wasn’t a big deal for him in high school. Grew up with his father’s reputation preceding him. Got through it the best he could with some awesome friends along the way. Finally graduated high school and raised his GPA enough to come here. It was simple. In his mind, he was simple.

But spending the latter half of summer, the one he dared never to speak of, without his friends and then coming here without anyone else… Well, he struggled to find anyone willing to be his friend. He tried. Really, he did. But it never came to fruition.

And what was more embarrassing than joining a D&D club before being told he didn’t belong within the first hour? Him, the DM of Hawkins, hell, Indiana, being told he didn’t belong. That he didn’t play right. That he just didn’t fit.

He spent so much time alone. It was starting to make him miss Hawkins, the nostalgia starting to kick in. Hawkins, the place he loathed. The place he wanted nothing to do with.

He was a nineteen-year-old Freshman with no friends and an undecided future.

His silence must’ve lasted longer than he thought because you pointed at the nearly empty Walmart parking lot and asked, “Actually, would you pull in for a sec?”

“Yeah, of course,” he responded, heading towards the very back row, far from any remaining cars. Giving the two of you privacy just in case you started to yell at him for being a loser or something. He didn’t know. You were just so unpredictable.

But once he parked, you were unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing his chin. Squished the bottom of his cheeks in one hand as you pulled his face closer to yours. He must’ve stopped breathing, hands slipping from the steering wheel.

“You better start listening to me, Eddie,” you breathed, all low and sensual, moving your lips to barely graze his bottom lip. “I really don’t like you talking about yourself like that.”

Eddie could feel sweat collecting beneath his bangs as you continued your torture, raking your fingernails down his throat before wrapping your hand around it. He gasped, earning a small smile out of you.

“I don’t waste my time with boring people, as conceited as that sounds,” you continued, the left corner of your mouth lifting. Eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips, eyelashes fluttering with each micromovement. “But I never claimed to be the nicest person, did I?” Eddie still wouldn’t speak. He didn’t know if he could without moaning. “You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve met. And the nicest, which is probably more than I deserve. You’ve seen the way I treat other men.”

“They deserved it,” he whispered, feeling his cock twitch when your grip tightened. “Every one of them.”

“Yeah, they did,” you replied, raising the pitch of your voice. Like you were taunting him. “But you’re different, aren’t you?”

“I-I am?”

“You’re sweet,” you breathed, giving slow kisses to his cheeks. Giggling when you noticed the blood rushing into them so rapidly. “And you’re a real nice guy, you know that?”

“I, uh, I try to be,” he stumbled as you moved your lips past his jaw and against his ear. Went limp at the feeling of you biting the lobe, fanning your breath over it.

“You do such an excellent job,” you whispered. “So nice and kind and funny. You really get me going, Eddie. I didn’t think I’d be so affected by you.”

When you pulled back to face him, you chuckled. He couldn’t blame you. His eyes must’ve been popping out of his head, mouth agape at your pretty words. What was even more fucked up was how genuine you sounded, like you weren’t just saying these things to say them. You meant it.

“I thought about you a lot this weekend,” you said breathily, removing your hand from his neck to start coiling his hair around your finger.

“Me?”

“You,” you said with a nod.

He licked his lips. “W-what about me?”

“About how interesting you are. And not to get too vulgar,” you said with a giggle, all teasing and devilish. “But I couldn’t help but think about taking your cock down my throat.” Another giggle as you tapped your fingers along his collarbone. “Thought about what it looks like, if it’s half as pretty as you.”

Eddie couldn’t stop the way his cock strained against his jeans, the neverending praise overwhelming him. “T-thank you,” he responded, unable to suppress the whine that he’d tried to contain when your other hand began palming him over his jeans.

“You, um,” he tried to continue, taking a deep breath through his nose to keep his composure. “I-if you want, you can. Anytime. Any time.”

“It’d be so easy like this, you know,” you nearly purred. “To ride you, to leave you a blubbering mess and thanking me for taking care of you. I think you’d really, really like that.”

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he groaned, fingers now reaching out to white-knuckle the steering wheel.

“Am I wrong?”

A tiny scoff left his lips as you nearly massaged his cock, knowing that if you didn’t stop soon, he was going to burst. “You already know the answer to that.”

“I want to hear it, Eddie.” You nipped his neck, causing him to jump a little. But you wouldn’t stop, whispering filthy words as you continued to mark him. “I want to hear you tell me how good it would feel for me to suck you dry.” He continued to nod, each word sending him further into the deep end. “Before getting you hard again, just ‘cause I can, and getting on top so I can milk you with my pussy.” He moaned at your vulgarity. “Which is dripping, by the way.”

Without any warning, Eddie was cumming, an explosive rush that had him twitching and jerking. Panting and dry mouthed. You didn’t remove your hand, merely chuckling and rubbing him through his jeans until he was able to breathe normally again.

Before Eddie could get the chance to apologize for his behavior, you were pulling him in with an agonizingly slow kiss, your fingers damp from the cum seeping through his jeans.

You tugged at his lower lip with your teeth before letting out a hum. Gazed up into his puppy dog eyes and said, “Good boy.”

After a few moments of Eddie being able to think clearly again, you found your eyes wandering around his console before settling on a pack of cigarettes.

“You smoke?” you asked, plucking them from the cupholder and shaking the box in front of his face.

He nodded, seemingly quiet despite what transpired. “Want one?”

“Absolutely,” you responded, quick to take two out and hand one over. Watched him roll the windows down. Even went so far as to light both cigarettes for you like a gentleman.

You knew he was still coming down from that high. It wasn’t like you could judge when the wetness collecting between your thighs was probably staining the carseat. It took everything in you not to beg him to take you right then and there. But you were a lady (of sorts) and as a lady, you were content with saving yourself for another day.

Besides, it was nice to see him so calm now. Like a weight had been lifted, if only for a moment. It was still a moment.

“Post-nut clarity cigarette,” you joked, taking a slow drag and glancing out at the afternoon sun.

“Was that…not embarrassing?”

That was when you realized what was happening.

“Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you said truthfully.

“I’m sure it’s totally hot,” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Ah, yes. You supposed it was embarrassing for a guy to have creamed his pants without so much as a kiss. But that didn’t bother you at all. You knew it would be different once you were alone, edging him until he was begging you for more. Nothing would make you happier.

You ignored him. “You know, if you want us to go any further, you’re gonna have to earn it,” you said plainly, checking over your nails to make sure the paint hadn’t chipped too bad.

“How?”

“Once you learn to be nice to yourself.” You shrugged before glancing back over at his wide-eyed expression. “I know there’s something more to you than what you think of yourself. I saw it at the party and I’m seeing it now. You just have to see that, Eddie. That’s really all there is to it.”

Eddie’s lips seemed to form a pout before he took a few hearty puffs, the smoke billowing around you. Looked around. Looked down at his lap. Looked back up at you. Mumbled, “So I can’t, like, go down on you right now?”

A laugh surged out of you so quickly that you started coughing. You waved him away when his concern sounded, ending up laughing harder before you could contain yourself.

“As much as I’d love to give you the privilege of eating me out right now, I think it’s best to wait until you’ve shown some improvement.”

“So there’s a chance?” he asked.

You leaned back in towards his face, opening his mouth with your thumb. Taking another drag, you put your lips to his and blew the smoke into his mouth. Felt him breathe it in before letting it out through his nose.

You smirked. “If you’re desperate for a piece of me, you could always lap up what I left behind on your car seat.”

He groaned, taking a deep breath while rolling his eyes. “God, you’re a fucking menace.”

“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

as per usual, thanks to @strangergraphics for letting me use her dividers and looking over my work hehehe

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jae-bummer · 9 months

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Request: can i get wonwoo and #20 please? (fluffy haired online gamer boy)

Prompt:

20) You and your bias have become online friends who have never seen each other...until the day you decide to meet.

Pairing: Seventeen Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"WannaWoo," you sang into your mic. "What inspired your gamer tag?"

"It's because my name is Wonwoo," his deep voice said matter-of-factly. "You know that."

"No shit," you laughed. "But why not something else?"

"Why is yours KillerQuiche?" he mused.

"Because it was an autogenerated recommendation and I was thirteen," you grinned. "And at the time, I may or may not have misunderstood what a quiche was."

"And you've just stuck with it? All of this time?"

"Brand continuity. And it gives me ample opportunity to say, "Unleash the KillerQuiche,"" you laughed. "You have to admit, it gets our opponents pretty nervous."

"Or excited because they think they're about to win against a pair of thirteen-year-olds," he hummed.

"And then we devastate them," you chimed. "Because we make a great team!"

"More like give them a false sense of security," he chuckled. "But I suppose we make a pretty alright team."

"Be careful," you grinned. "That sounded dangerously close to a compliment."

"I compliment you all the time!" he gasped.

"Saying "good game" when we win hardly counts as a compliment," you argued.

""Good" is a positive descriptor," he muttered. "It totally counts."

"Fine," you sighed. "I'll allow it."

This wasn't the first time you had gone fishing for actual praise. Something like "Gosh, Y/N! You're so smart" or "Y/N, I know I'm Facetiming you at 2AM, but you look ravishing." Hell, you'd even settle for some variation of "Congratulations, you don't look like a rat today." To say you were thirsty for your friend's attention was an understatement. There had been a drought since the moment you had "met".

You had been long distance friends with Wonwoo for years and he hadn't realized that you were completely in love with him, despite your best efforts. Any attempts at flirting were just that, attempts. The one time you thought he was coming on to you, he was actually sweet talking a locked chest he was trying to open in a game.

At one point, you had considered that maybe he realized how you felt and was keeping you at arm's length to avoid an awkward let down. After you got to really know him though, you quickly understood that he was just reserved and in his head about things that did not concern you. Understanding emotions was not his strong suit, so picking up on them was nearly impossible. That's why he thrived in his digital persona. The worlds the two of you created and navigated were logical and safe. Things were risky when he became friends with you outside of the internet.

"Hey, Y/N?" Wonwoo's voice rumbled over the line. You had just entered the lobby of a game you often enjoyed playing together, so you assumed he was ready to strategize.

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to meet up?"

Furrowing your brow, you adjusted your headset to make sure you were hearing him clearly. "Like...have a designated time we do a video call or something?"

"No," he continued earnestly. "Like meet up."

"I'm sorry, I must be lagging," you said quietly. "We do not live in the same area, Wonwoo."

"Astute observation," he hummed, the tone giving away that he was clearly amused. "I've heard of this incredible invention. You see, it's this giant metal contraption that people actually get inside! And the technology it uses-"

"While I have no earthly idea how an airplane actually works, I don't need you to explain it to me," you rushed out. "Are you saying you want to meet in person?"

"No, I'm saying we should designate a time we do a video call or something."

"Wonwoo!" you whined. You felt like you were having an out of body experience. This was a request you never saw coming.

The man across the line erupted in laughter. You stared blankly at the screen, completely disregarding the cue to jump from the virtual plane and onto the map.

"Is this a joke? If this is a joke, I'm going to be really upset with you."

"It's not a joke!" he sighed. "I've wanted to meet you in person for a while. I hope you feel the same way about me."

"Of course I do!" you gasped. You hoped the "I've probably wanted this longer and more fervently than you" was implied by your tone.

"I was thinking I could come to you," he proposed. "I don't feel comfortable with making you travel so far by yourself."

"I'm more than capable-"

"I did not say you weren't," he cut in. "It's other people I'm worried about."

You felt your heart do a little spin. You weren't used to hearing him be protective. "Okay," you conceded. "But I won't have you pay for a hotel. You can stay in my guest room."

There was a short pause before Wonwoo cleared his throat. "I appreciate that."

Well, that was odd.

"Unless I"m totally overstepping," you added. "If you don't feel comfortable-"

"It sounds great, Y/N," he said much more confidently this time. "Now let's talk logistics."

After refusing to coordinate a plan while he continued to play video games (even when he argued how excellent he was at multitasking), the two of you finally worked out a schedule. In a month's time, he would get on a plane and end up in the same city as you. You'd pick him up, he'd sleep at your apartment, and hijinks would ensue.

As you told him goodnight and logged off for the evening, it felt like you were floating on air. In your wildest dreams, you would have never imagined that Wonwoo would be the one to propose meeting in person. You had thought about it dozens of times, but never wanted him to feel pressured. Plopping onto your bed, you stared up at the ceiling and tried to imagine what it would be like. Attempting to picture his tall, broad frame navigating life beside you, sent your heart tumbling to your toes. The simple intricacies of life seemed to be so much more important when you factored him into the equation. This would either be the best week of your life or the most awkward.

Knowing Wonwoo, it would probably be a happy mixture of both.

You shifted nervously from foot to foot, your stomach tying and untying itself into knots. You weren't sure if you were going to pass out, or spontaneously combust. When Wonwoo had insisted that he fly hours to see you, you had welcomed the idea. Now you were lightheaded and questioning every decision you had ever made to get to this point.

"It'll be fine," you muttered to yourself as you readjusted the balloons you held from one hand to the other. "It's just Wonwoo."

It being "just" Wonwoo was exactly your problem. Wonwoo wasn't "just" anything. He was multitudes. In all of the years that you had known him, he had made you feel the gamut of emotions. He was the truest friend you could ever hope for and the most clueless crush to stumble into your heart.

Keeping a watchful eye on the door marked "Arrivals," you nearly stopped breathing as you saw a face you recognized. Easily a head taller than the people walking around him, he was wearing a bright yellow beanie (so you'd know it was him - as if you wouldn't be able to identify him in any universe). It took mere seconds of him looking around for his eyes to lock on yours, a close-lipped grin on his lips.

From there, it felt like your mind had entered an intensely realistic daydream. Hurrying his steps, Wonwoo strode over until he was standing only inches away. The open expression on his face definitely signaled that he was waiting for you to make the first move. Lifting his arms slightly he breathed. "I'm here."

"You're here!" you all but screeched as you launched toward him. Wrapping yourself around his torso, you were amazed with how he could smell so good after being in the air for multiple hours. You nuzzled your face into his oversized t-shirt and let out a contented sigh.

Smacking at the balloons you still held, he navigated around them to snake his long arms around you. Shimmying in closer, he rested his chin on the top of your head. "A moment that's been years in the making."

You were surprised as you felt a soft kiss on your scalp. Leaning away from him, you looked up with wide eyes. "Wonwoo?"

"I didn't realize I could actually miss someone I had never met," he chuckled, shaking his head. Pushing up his glasses, he stared down fondly at you. "Is it...is it okay if I kiss you?"

You couldn't stop your mouth from popping open in surprise. Would it look bad if you pinched yourself to make sure this wasn't in fact a stress-induced mental break?

Wonwoo furrowed his brow as he searched your face. "I just...I just thought...Did I read the moment wrong? Oh god, I did, didn't I?"

The reality of the situation crashed into you with surprising force. Stepping forward to wrap him in your arms again, you cautiously glanced up. The last thing you wanted him to think was that he had crossed a boundary and made you uncomfortable. "Sorry, no, you didn't read the moment wrong. I was just...surprised?"

"Surprised?" he asked, still clearly confused.

"Well, uh," you said quietly. "You've never really given me any indication that you were romantically interested?"

"What?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "What do you mean? Y/N, we've known each other since we were teenagers at this point. You're impossible not to fall in love with."

"...in, in love?" you croaked. This was all terribly new information.

"I had just assumed..." he said, growing smaller the more he talked. "I assumed we were...kind of...a couple?"

You continued to stare at him.

"You flirt with me all the time!" he offered. "And I flirt back!"

"In what world do you flirt back?" you laughed. Maybe you really were going through a mental break. Had he really known you had been flirting with him this entire time?

"I tease you," he muttered. "And I try to say sweet things, but every time I think I've come up with something good, it comes out wrong."

"I had no idea," you whispered. "But Wonwoo, I feel exactly the same."

"Oh," he huffed, now trying to process the whirlwind of information that had been exchanged. "Well, excellent!"

"Just...can you try to be a little more obvious with your attempts to romance me?" you laughed. Apparently, you had been the clueless one all along.

"I'm more than happy to try," he said, a cautious smile finding its way back to his lips. "I have your favorite compliment geared up and ready."

"Oh? And what's that?"

He prodded your cheek with his nose, closing his eyes as his forehead came to rest on your temple. "Good game, KillerQuiche."

#seventeen #svt #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonu

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lcvejoy · 4 months

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like a god

wilbur soot x g/n reader

tw!: talk of religion?? kinda?? fluff. not proofread.

A/N: i’m rlly scared this is offensive to religious individuals pls tell me if it is cause i will immediately delete but heyyyy sorry for being gone for so long here is a blurb as apology. it’s bad. im sorry.

word count: 478 words

“i used to pray for you every night” you confessed to wilbur one evening. both of you were cuddled up on the couch, hardly watching the movie on the TV. you were far too focused on playing with wilbur’s fingers, and wilbur was far too focused on you. he raised an eyebrow at your confession. “prayed?” he asks, humourlessly. you laugh slightly, shaking your head. “it sounds silly. i didn’t pray to any god or anything. i guess, i just… spoke to the universe” you shrugged, cheeks turning red as you continue to play with wil’s fingers.

wil nods, “i prayed for you, too” he confesses.

you smile at his confession, meeting his eyes as he smiles back.

“except, i did pray to a god” he continues, smirking slightly, “i prayed to them all. every single one of them. including greek.”

you chuckle, “you prayed to the greek gods?” you asked with a laugh.

“of course i did!” he exclaims, “i had to make sure they all equally knew how badly i needed you.”

you laugh again, “must’ve worked, then” you say, a slight hint of sarcasm in your tone. wilbur nodded, smiling widely now. he grips your hand a little tighter while bringing it up to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles.

“it did” he breathes, “and i worship you. gosh, y/n, do i worship you.”

your face heats up again as he continues; “every single thing you do, i worship. every word you say, i memorize like a prayer.” wilbur reaches a hand up to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

“sometimes” he starts, “i swear you were handcrafted by some otherworldly, unexplainable thing and placed on this earth just for me. i mean…” he sits up straighter, turning his body more towards you, “you are so perfectly… perfect i just- gosh, sometimes i can’t even believe you’re real!” he laughs out, you giggle too.

“wil…” you smile, knowing your face is redder than any tomato ever seen. wilbur leans in and plants a small, soft kiss on your nose.

“i thank each god every night for giving me you” he whispers out, “and every time i say your name, i say it like it’s holy.”

you lean in to kiss him, breathing him in. after a beat, you both smile into the kiss. he leans back, meeting his forehead into yours.

“i love you” he whispers, “i would run out of breath trying to recite all the things i love about you.”

you giggle, shaking your head, “i love you, too” you laugh, “you, wil gold, are the sappiest man to ever live” you chuckle out, shaking your head into his.

he giggles, shrugging his shoulders, “sue me.” he says, before leaning back in to place another kiss on your lips.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fic #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur #wil gold

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mknae-jongho · 8 months

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Massage

Masterlist!

Reader x hard dom! Seonghwa

Smut | MDNI

| 1.3k words |

you've been suffering from lower back & thigh pain but your Husband knows exactly how to make you feel better

very gentle and hard dom!hwa, married relationship, daddy kink, pet names (babygirl, angel), making out, oral (f), fingering (f), praising, edging, pussy eating, dacryphilia, sweet after care

Disclaimer: NOT sexualizing any members, this is for entertainment purposes only‼️‼️ Im new to this so pls let me know if you enjoy it 😉

You hear a knock on your bedroom door. you look up in pain and see your sweet husband seonghwa shirtless and grey sweatpants. You bit your lip softly as you looked down to his hardcore abs.

“you okay baby, where are you hurting at??” he asked you with a smirk

“My lower back and my thigh” you sigh in pain

The night before your back pain, you and seonghwa had a long and rough night which lead you to the situation your in now.

You saw your husband walk towards you to the dresser that’s beside your bed and pull out body oil. He got on the bed and told you to remove your clothes. You got out the bed slowly with a limp and removed your clothes like he told you too.

“ Beautiful” seonghwa said quietly while trying to hide his boner but you noticed it and smiled.

You slowly got back in bed & he told you to lay on your stomach.

“lay on your stomach for me love.” he said softy & you listened.

You felt him move on top of you as he put oil on his hand and rubbed your back softly.

“mhh” you moaned softly

“oh my gosh seonghwa feels so good” you moaned again

“feels good??” your hubby asked with a smirk on his face

“YESS” moaned loudly as you felt him move up your shoulders with his thumb going in a circular motion.

“Ahh shit da- baby” you tried to cut yourself off but seonghwa noticed.

You felt him lean down a little til you felt his boner on your thigh as he whispered into your ear.

“daddy’s making you feel good?” he asked as you felt his hand goin lower and lower til he begins rubbing you butt with a smirk on his face that you couldn’t see.

You moaned “yess.”

He slowly went down to massaged your thigh til you felt him slowly move to your pussy and rubbed your clit. you put your head in the covers to quiet down yours moans. he pulled your head up by blue hair ( you’re hair is dyed).

“ let me hear you beautiful moans” he said before he flip you over onto you back to see your face.

He spread your legs wider and made contact with your pussy just to see it drippin wet.

“fuck, your so wet already & daddy barely did anything.” he said before slipping two fingers into you.

You moaned loudly as he began kissing your neck leaving dark purple marks.

He started moving his fingers faster into you as you get louder. “daddy i need you now. i want your dick in me.”

He started kissing you harshly and fingering you faster and harder as you opened your mouth a silent moans came out and he took it as a sign to slip his tongue inside leaving a sloppy make-out. “patience sweetie, i’m just getting started.”

He then kissed down your body to your chest, your breast, you belly and licked your belly piercing all the way down to your pussy eating you out harshly.

sucking on your clit while fingering you hard you moaned loudly and grabbed onto his blond locs. you gripped hardly trying to pull him off. “ wait hwa- too much.”

He grabbed your wrist pinning your hands down on your belly.

“do you want a punishment?” he said looking up at you.

“im sor- ohh my gosh hwa!!” he thrusts into you hard and deep. when did he get undressed.

“fuck y/n. so tight ahh.” your moans mixed with his sounded amazing to him.

“mmh shii- FUCK hwa!!” your legs started shaking as you felt yourself dripping down wetting the sheets. He went even deeper when he put your legs on his shoulder.

“i’m gonna cum ahh.” you moaned

he pulled out and stared at you before he flipped you over on soggy style manhandling you, he then rubbed himself on your slit teasing you making you whine.

“daddy please.” you said looking back at him.

“please what babygirl.” he said pulling away from you.

“please fuck me daddy i was so close. Please baby.” you said making a sad face

“ okay angel, only because you asked nicely.” he then push into you slowly still teasing you a little.

“daddy please go fas- Ahh fuck” he started moving at a nunhuman pace knocking the wind out of you.

“ fuck baby, fucked you last night and your still so tight.” he grabbed you by the throat making it hard for you to breathe. he pulled you towards him making your back touch his chest. he began kissing on your neck before pushing you back down pushing your face into the covers.

“i’m close babygirl f-fuck.” you felt his dick twitch inside of you as you felt a coil tighten in your belly letting you know your close.

“i’m close too hwa ahh fuck.” you cried out, he pulled your head back so he can see you and noticed tear running down your face.

“fuck y/n, f-fucking you s-soo good your c-crying mhh.” he bit his lip. after he said that you feel about to explode.

“shit y/n.” he looked down and see you squirting everywhere on his stomach and down both of your legs.

“i’m cumm-ohh.” his lips making the “o” face as you felt his cum milking deep inside of you.

he thrust slowly riding out y’all high. he slowly pulled out and payed beside you.

“you okay angel.” he stared at you with a smile on his face like he didn’t just fucked you up.

“yes i’m okay hwa, even tho i asked for a massage, i’m not complaining tho.”

“haha, i’ll go run us a warm bath with rose petals and candles okay??” he said kissing your lips between each word

“okay, i love you hwa”

“i love you more.” he said with a smile and getting up after leaving you alone

“ahhh.” you said looking at the ceiling smiling thinking about what just happened.

“i love my man.”

THE END!! I hope you guys enjoy, more coming soon. leave a request of who/what you wanna see. Ateez only since it’s an ateez fan acc.💋💕. love yaal byee !

#seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #ateez #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x reader

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factual-fantasy · 3 months

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26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

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edosianorchids901 · 1 month

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A Hand To Your Darkness

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "blind spot"

Aziraphale meandered through the Garden, humming to himself as he plucked berries. He hummed often these days. The Garden was too quiet otherwise, with everyone gone.

He’d been stationed here alone for months now. Orders still hadn’t come from Heaven to move on. It was getting quite annoying.

Ah! He wasn’t alone today, though. Black coils piled on a large flat rock several feet away.

Smiling, Aziraphale headed for the rock. It would be good to have some conversation, or at least company. Crawly wasn’t always in the chattiest mood, especially when he was a snake, but they always had a nice time together regardless of what form he took.

Aziraphale sat on the rock and brushed his fingers across the scales, something he’d done quite often before without it being an issue.

But this time, Crawly struck at him. Fangs snapped through the air, barely missing his fingers.

“Oh! Crawley, that’s very rude of you!” Aziraphale jerked his hand away. “You could have simply told me not to pet you.”

“Aziraphale?” Crawly’s head swung in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Of course it’s me! No one else has been here in months.” Offended, Aziraphale crossed his arms. “What was that for?”

“Nothing. Nothing”. With a soft hiss, Crawly dropped his head back to rest on the coils. “You jusssst got in my blind spot.”

Aziraphale blinked. “You have a blind spot? Is it something to do with snake eyes instead of normal eyes? Granted, you have snake eyes in general, but… in this form?”

Crawly didn’t answer him. And in fact, there did seem to be something different about his eyes today.

“What’s wrong with you?” Aziraphale bent closer, concerned. “Why are your eyes all cloudy?”

He reached out again, then hesitated. It was a natural instinct to touch someone in distress, to try to soothe them, but it seemed that might be unhelpful right now.

“Crawly?” He slid off the rock and knelt in the soft grass, at eye level. Crawly still didn’t answer him. “Please, can you tell me what’s wrong? I’d like to help.”

Crawly’s tongue flicked out, scenting the air. “Why?”

“You don’t have to sound so suspicious.” Aziraphale took a deep breath, trying to settle his own tattered nerves. He ought to remain calm. “I know we are adversaries, but we’ve spent an awful lot of time together. I’d miss your company if something happened.”

“Good a reason as any, I guessss.” Crawly was silent a moment longer. “Yesss.”

Aziraphale thought for a moment. “Yes, you have a blind spot? Where? Should I avoid approaching you from a particular angle?”

“It’sss kinda everywhere. Er. Er.” Another hiss, this time sharp. “I’m getting ready to shed. Can’t really ssssee.”

“No wonder I startled you. I do apologize.” Although he wasn’t sure what else he could do, really. Not without more knowledge. “Shedding what, exactly?”

“My sssscales.”

“Oh. I suppose that does make sense. I-I know some other animals shed fur and such. And we shed feathers occasionally.” Still at a loss, Aziraphale studied the scales. They were dull, not the usual iridescent beauty. “Is there any way I can help? Would you like me to peel the old ones off?”

“Gosh, no. Not how it worksss.” Crawly coiled even tighter. “Ngh. You really wanna help?”

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

“Coulda been teasing me.”

“Really, my dear. That’s hardly something an angel would do.”

“You and I sssseem to have met different angels. Or something.” Crawly hissed again. “Right. Right. Ssssso. I’m overheated.”

“Ah.” Aziraphale stared at him. “Why?”

“The sssun.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale swept a wing up, shielding him. “Does that help?”

Despite the cloudy eyes, Crawly managed a glare. “I can’t tell what you’re doing.”

“I’ve put a wing over you. Sheltering you.”

“Bet you look really ssssmug about it, too.” Another glare. “I need to get off the rock. Get to a darker ssspot.”

“Like a nice comfy area with lots of ferns?” Aziraphale asked, thinking of a very nice spot.

“Yeah. Yeah. But…”

He couldn’t see well enough to find it, most likely. “I know you won’t be particularly pleased with this idea, but what if I carry you? It’s nearby.”

Another stretch of silence.

“I promise, I’ll be very careful,” Aziraphale added.

Crawly hissed.

“And I shall keep you company after.”

“Nnnnh.” Crawly shifted his coils a little. “Okay. Okay. As long as you’re careful.”

“I promise.” Rising, Aziraphale reached out. “Going to pick you up now. Please don’t bite me.”

“Promissse.”

Not moving too quickly, Aziraphale scooped the pile of coils off the rock. Crawly hissed, but didn’t snap at him, which was rather a relief.

“There. Just going to carry you over to that nice spot.” Hugging the serpent to his belly, Aziraphale set off at a slow, steady walk. “Is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“Not really.” Crawly adjusted a little, resting his chin on Aziraphale’s arm even though he wouldn’t be able to see much of the path ahead. “This is good. I was kinda ssstuck.”

“Well, we’re there now.” Aziraphale ducked under the shade of green boughs and sank to the ground. He crossed his legs and placed Crawly on his lap. “There’s all sorts of comfy ferns. You can slither down on your own, if you’d prefer, or I can tuck you in.”

Crawly was silent.

Ah. Aziraphale smiled a little. “Or you can stay right here. I know I’m likely warm, but less so than a rock in the sun.”

That earned another soft hiss. Crawly didn’t move.

The answer seemed to be yes, then. Aziraphale rested his hands on either side of Crawly’s coils, then swept his wings forward to block any wind. There might not be much else he could do for his adversary right now, but he could at least provide a comfortable place for the poor old serpent to rest.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #snake crowley #crowley #aziraphale #book omens

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amvro · 9 months

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pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: he’s overworked and he needs some well deserved rest.

cw: none :)

It was as if he could do anything. He could start his day at the cafe and save a few people before coming that night, and because of this, it was terribly easy to forget that he too, is human like everyone else.

He was a little too good at pushing himself when he needed to most. When he needed some rest, but a call comes in asking for some extra help on a mission. Or the cafe suddenly asking him to open up the next morning because someone's unable to make their shift. He was always able to say yes and exceed everyone's expectations no matter the job.

For this exact reason, he was often given far more work than your average person, and this is not to mention he had three different faces he was juggling. Yet, even through all this work, it looked effortless to him. He never seemed to be struggling and he was always on task, so no one would suspect he actually was tired and a little rest was necessary for this hardworking man.

However, you would never miss it. Not the small eyebags that appeared just below his eyes and definitely not the sighs that he would let out every once in a while. He needed some rest, but you knew better than anyone that he wouldn't listen if you simply told him to, he would just push himself a little more. He's a little too good at that.

You knew when his next day off was, but you also knew he was planning to get all his household chores done and caught up with that day, and you weren't going to let that happen. He needed to rest. So there you were, two days before his day off, cleaning around to surprise him. You were absolutely ready to take the whole day and the next if you had to, but it was much better than you had expected. Of course, he still had most of his daily chores covered through all his work. Needless to say, you were excited about his day off.

Before long, his day off had finally come. He woke up bright and early like he always did, went out for a little jog, and did his little routine. He had gotten back home and he was ready to take out the garbage when he realized it was already done, which he found terribly skeptical. He then went to check the laundry which was also already done, not to mention everything seemed a lot cleaner than he had left it. Immediately, his eyes widened and he knew it was you, and he was ashamed he hadn't noticed earlier.

As if on cue, you rang the doorbell and he opened it up. You looked at his running wear and you realized he had already gone and ran.

"You're already done! Aw, that's too bad... I was going to tell you to sleep in some more first," you said and gave him a little kiss as you walked in.

"Thank you so much," he said, a little lost for words and you smiled.

"Oh, don't mention it. Go take a shower, I'll borrow your kitchen by the way," you said, pushing him towards his bathroom.

"I'm sorry, you just came but I think I will," he said, looking apologetic and you told him there was nothing for him to feel sorry for.

While he was in the shower, you decided to make a few mug cakes. Very simple 5-minute ones, because his showers were too short for anything special. Now, they took much longer than the five minutes they were advertised to take, but it was still done by the time he had gotten out of the shower.

You were sitting on the couch with a blanket and the mug cakes on the coffee table when he walked out of the shower. You had been dating for a while now, but gosh was he still so stunning with his wet hair.

"Come sit and eat while it's still warm!" you said. "I'll dry your hair."

"No, it's okay, you should relax," he said and you immediately looked at him, shocked.

"If anyone needs to relax it's you," you said and forced him to sit down so you could dry his hair, which he had no choice but to give into.

It was a lovely time, there were hardly any words said as the sound of the dryer was a little too loud, but it was comforting. He was eating your very quickly put-together mug cake while you were drying his silky hair. Every other bite he would feed you some as you were busy drying his hair, and you couldn't ask for more. Nothing could make you happier and the same went for him.

Once your mug cakes were finished and his hair was dry, you snuggled into his bed and pulled him in.

"We're going to sleep," you said, already comfortable under his blanket.

"No, we really don't have to. We finally have a day off together, we should go somewhere you want to," he said.

"Well, I want to be here right now. With you," you said, completely certain that that was what you wished for. "I really want some more sleep today and I can't sleep without you so you're going to have to tag along."

He couldn't help but smile. He slowly snuck in and you snuggled up right next to him as he kissed the top of your head. It was sweet, and that was it. It didn't have to be anything more and it was all he wanted for the past few weeks. He truly didn't know how you managed to notice and he couldn't imagine himself with anyone other than you. You had to be the one.

"Thank you so much," he said, again. "For noticing."

"Noticing what?" you said with a smile, playing dumb. "I just wanted some extra sleep with you. I hope you don't mind on your first day off in a while."

"There is nothing more I could possibly ask for," he said and wrapped his arms around you. Before long, he was fast asleep and you couldn't help but smile. You knew he was tired and you didn't know how to get him to rest.

You kissed him softly and whispered, "I am always here for you," before falling asleep as well, but you would never find out that he was awake to hear those words. Nor will you ever find out that he fell even more in love with you that day.

#furuya rei x reader #amuro tooru x reader #amuro x reader #furuya rei #amuro tōru #amuro tooru #detective conan x reader #i feel like genuinely nothing happened in this fic like i am trying to think back as to what happened through all this blabbering #and like 3 things happened MAX #VERY QUESTIONABLE AS A FIC.....#um not proofread but when have i ever proofread.... I WILL REREAD IT SOON AND FIX IT THEN IM SORRY #I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING IT BUT IDK IF ITS NEARLY AS FUN READING IT #TYSM FOR THE IDEA THOUGH I REALLY LOVED IT #request #AND THANK U FOR READING OMG I FORGOT TO MENTION IM SO BAD

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darkgodcomplex · 11 months

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Yours

Wally x Reader Fluff

AO3 LINK

Content: Fluff, Kissing, Dancing, Gentle Love

You sip your tea in the kitchen as the summer sun sets on the horizon, casting golden rays through your window shade. Both you and Wally have just finished a very busy day. First, you helped Sally make paper flowers for her play while Wally, Howdy, and Barnaby constructed walls for the set. Then after that you and Wally met Julie and Poppy for a picnic in the park. Poppy made the most delicious strawberry rhubarb pie. Finally, you got to go on an exclusive butterfly tour with Frank and Eddie. You learned so much about butterflies from Frank. Eddie was just happy to be there.

You page through your book. Julie had lent it to you saying that it's the greatest depiction of romance she's ever read. You had only laughed and agreed to read it.

As you take another sip from your drink, you hear gentle music playing from the living room. It's a soft and comforting beat. You can't help but give a small half-smile to yourself as you stand and make your way over.

Peeking around the corner, you glimpse into the living room. Wally has the record player out, dancing slowly by himself to the music. He snaps his fingers to the rhythm.

"What are you doing?" You giggle at him.

"Who, me?" He pretends as if he's surprised to see you, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. "I was just hoping that maybe someone would show up and dance with me."

You rub at your chin, fake contemplating. "Oh gosh, I think I might have plans."

Wally slides in closer, hand wrapping around your waist as he leans in so that your foreheads touch. "You're going to leave me all by myself?" He pouts.

You laugh, lazily throwing your arms around his neck. "How can I resist that face?"

He gives a playful grin and tugs you so that your body is pressed against his. You can feel the lean muscle and his even breath. "You can't."

One hand finds yours while the other stays firmly planted on your waist. Slowly, you stumble around the living room. Wally isn't exactly the best dancer. You hardly even notice though.

His half lidded dark eyes stare down lovingly into yours, making your chest erupt with butterflies as he rocks you back and forth. You rest your head on his chest, letting him lead. He hums along to the beat.

You shut your eyes. With your ear pressed against him like this, you can hear the steady sound of his heartbeat. He nuzzles his cheek into your hair.

"How'd I get so lucky?" He whispers. You twist your face up so that you're staring up at him. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

Gripping your hand tighter, he takes a step back and spins you. He tugs you in again, this time your back to his chest. Arms hugged around your shoulders, he kisses your ear and then trails his kisses down your neck.

You shy away, "That tickles!"

He hums against your skin and then suddenly you're being lifted. You grasp at him in shock, gripping his shirt. You're being carried bridal style.

Strands of navy hair fall out of his pompadour, falling into his face. His lips brush yours as he speaks, "Would you rather I kiss here?"

You give him his answer by pressing your lips to his. His bottom lip drags against the top of yours, tonguing at your top lip before gentle biting on it. You tilt your head into the kiss, your hand finding the back of his head. You gently pet the hair there.

Wally takes his time easing his tongue into your mouth, making sure to tease you with his taste. When he finally presses inside, he sweeps up your tongue and plays with the sensitive roof of your mouth.

When you finally pull away for air, you're both breathing heavy, the tension in the room hot and heavy. Wally carries you over to the couch, gently setting you down before climbing on top of you.

Arms pressed heavy into the cushions on either side of you, Wally stares down at you. You touch his abdomen, feeling at the muscle as you make your way up to his chest. He lets you touch him in any way that you please.

"Hey," He says, his voice ever so quiet and gentle.

"Yes?" You ask, hand pausing on his arm.

"Mine?" He whispers.

"Yours."

#fanfic #fanfiction #wally x you #welcome home #welcome home wally #wally x y/n #wally darling x reader #wally darling #fluff #cute #gentle #kissing #gentle kiss #domestic fluff #love #soft

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disenchantedif · 10 months

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How active are the Ro’s on Owler? (Just typing that word made me so giddy, it’s such a fun one)

Glossary: Owler - Twitter, Hoot - Tweet, Rehoot - Retweet

Viktor: Mostly rehoots pottery stuff, sometimes makes sarcastic remarks to Theo’s dumb hoots.

Theo: Loves posting shade at certain people and dumb stories that don’t sound believable but are 100% true.

Charlie: Rehoots Theo’s shade posts just to stir the pot. Also posts about what they’re currently reading and what’s on their TBR.

Amri: Rehoots news to do with corruption in general. Drags their family on the regular, especially their dad. Also rehoots any and every tweet that calls MC hot once you meet.

Cameron: Usually just rehoots obscure sorcery documents and pictures of cute animals. Will occasionally fall for Theo’s bait and end up in an argument.

Luci: They’re barely active and mostly use their account to lurk. They rehoot Cameron’s animal posts occasionally.

Penny: New to Owler and posts the weirdest hoots about what gosh she prefers eating. No, Theo, she’s not talking about sushi. Also rehoots random fashion posts she likes.

Harlow: Private account that barely follows anyone and hardly ever posts.

Avery: Has an account under their Canadian alias that Charlie follows. Mostly hoots pictures of the local scenery and the cute pasties the cafe they work at sells.

???: They’re non-corporeal to start off so they can’t exactly hold a phone, but they would love to help you write your hoots.

#answered asks #luci rivera #theo parker #viktor orlov #cameron fletcher #??? (the wraith)#charlie ortiz #avery monroe #harlow mitchell #penny eliades #amri singh

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kittyball23 · 7 months

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Mission Accomplished (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: The brothers are able to break Floyd free from the diamond… but are they still too late?

A/N: Okay, okay, I know I said the previous one would be my last update for now, but how could I NOT write about that new scene that came out?? FYI, spoilers sort of, so if you’re not down for that don’t read

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The brothers’ song still lingered in the air even long after they’d finished singing it, sparkles resulting from the musical notes that they’d hit so harmoniously. The Family Harmony had been accomplished, and the wanna-be popstar twins were off somewhere in the river below them, more than likely flailing around helplessly with their thin, limby arms and legs.

Smiles and cheers had followed from the jubilant group. The Trolls had won!

“You did it!” Poppy cried, hugging Branch

“We did it!” he corrected. He readily cupped her cheek, overcome with a sudden urge to sweep her in for a heart-stopping kiss, when a weight suddenly fell onto his side, unbalancing him. He gasped when he realized that it was Floyd.

The magenta Troll, having been cheering alongside them, fell over, unstable on his legs. He groaned as he hit the ground, far too weakened to even attempt to push himself back up.

“Dude!” John Dory cried, hurrying to one side of him. Branch, Clay, and Spruce were quick to follow, surrounding their brother in a semicircle. Poppy and Viva stood off to one side, watching with wide eyes and giving the guys their space.

Branch felt his eyebrows crease with worry. Floyd had used the last bit of musical lifeforce inside of him to help add on to the harmony and break himself free, and it seemed to be having its effects on him now. He was hardly able to breath, each intake and release of air labored, and the last of his telltale magenta color was disappearing.

“Oh my gosh…” Clay murmured. “What do we do?”

“I… d-don’t think that any…thing can be d-done…” Floyd managed to say, albeit strained.

“What?” John Dory sounded appalled. “What are you saying, Floyd? That you should just die?!”

“No way,” Spruce pitched in. “We came here to break you free from that diamond!”

“A-and you did…” Floyd said. “I couldn’t be any more grateful. I knew you guys could do it. And I thank you for it, more than you could ever imagine…” He paused, glancing up at each one of them and feeling his eyes water. Suddenly, a little laugh escaped him. “Heh… look at us… We’re all together again…. I want you to know that you’re my b-bestest friends in the whole… wide… world… I couldn’t ask for any other brothers… I l-love you guys so… so… much…”

It was a little difficult for Floyd, but he managed to lift his hand just enough in Branch’s direction. Branch saw this and, meeting him halfway, gripped it. Floyd looked up into his eyes, and though he spoke no more, Branch could still read the intense emotion coming from him. Floyd was his favorite brother, and Branch was Floyd’s favorite as well. And it was the blue Troll who he continued to look at, all the way until his eyes fluttered shut and his hand went limp.

Branch felt his heart clench terribly. “Floyd?” he whispered, feeling his voice break. He felt tears pool into his eyes. “Oh, goodness no…”

“Floyd, wake up, bro,” Spruce urged, “Wake up!” He grabbed onto his leg and shook him, but the Troll was still deadweight.

John Dory slumped, covering his face with his hands. “This is my fault,” he whimpered. “If I would’ve just been faster…”

“No, bro, this is my fault,” Clay said, “If I hadn’t given y’all a hard time trying to come in the frst place…”

“Uh-uh,” Spruce said. “This is my fault. If I would’ve - “

But he had stopped himself from finishing his sentence at the sound of Branch bursting out with a sob. The blue Troll leaned over his brother’s body, pressing his forehead against Floyd’s and clutching onto him tightly. Tears leaked down his cheeks in large, messy drops as he came to terms with what had just happened.

We tried... We tried but we were still too late. Now Floyd is gone.

Another family member gone, just like their Grandmother.

He felt his other brothers come to surround him, all putting one of their arms around each other, and the other arm on Floyd. Each of them silently mourned the loss of the magenta-haired Troll.

Suddenly, some humming began. John Dory looked up, as did Spruce and Clay, and they found that it had actually been Branch. And in listening closely, they recognized the song. It was the song they’d sang for the Family Harmony, a slower rendition of it, as Branch paid homage to its songwriter with the somber tune.

His brothers easily joined in, humming along and pushing past the pain. It was the least they could do. There seemed to be nothing else…

Until…

Branch could sense a glow emanating, and he forced his eyelids open, lifting his head slightly from where it had rested on his brother’s. He gasped. Was he really seeing what he was seeing?

It seemed like he wasn’t, because his brothers saw it too when they opened their eyes. There was a colorful glow that ran from each of their arms from where they were on top of Floyd, as if they were supplying him with their talent. Floyd’s body glowed, his arms regaining that blueish skintone and his hair regaining some of that rich magenta color it had been.

Suddenly, he looked nearly completely normal.

But, is he actually… alive? Branch wondered.

“Floyd?” he asked, shaking him gently.

There was silence…

But then…

The magenta Troll gasped, blinking awake all at once. JD, Spruce, Clay and Branch all gaped at him. He stared back at them.

"Am I... I mean, did I... die?"

He squeaked in surprise when all four of the brothers replied with a scream of "FLOYD!" and was subsequently crushed by arms squeezing him in a tight hug.

"You're alive!"

"Oh, thank goodness!"

"We thought you were a goner for good!"

The three elder brothers bombarded him with phrases of relief. Branch in the meantime remained clung at his side, not wanting to let go, making sure that this was real.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he told him genuinely.

Floyd grinned at him, sweetly ruffling the blue-haired crop of hair atop of head. "Hey, um guys?" he asked the brothers. They immediately perked and listened in. "Do you think we could be a family again?"

Branch exchanged a look with the others. They knew just what he was thinking, so he spoke up for all of them. "Floyd, we ARE a family." And with that he went back and hugged him again.

Viva and Poppy, overcome with emotion, hugged each other as well. "Mission accomplished, sis?" the Putt Putt Queen asked.

Poppy winked. "Mission accomplished!"

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks #floyd trolls #branch trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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bcacstuff · 5 months

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Will you please post all the date ID suggestions you no doubt have gotten 😂

Well I sure have a crazy, hilarious inbox.... not all ID suggestions though...

He followed her because she was on Fallon. He's not gonna follow someone he just was on a date with 😂

Nah don't think so, you can hardly see the woman at all, so quite impossible to ID

😂 don't know how you can see any age from the bit we see.... and about the hair cut... I don't think so, he's in the back of a pic, it is a bit grainy but it totally looks to me like he just has combed it backwards, it's the same length...

He does need a good hair cut though, the hair is far too lng. hope he goes to Ciona when he's back in London and before he gets on the Sunday Brunch show...

Fair enough, and yes everyone goes crazy when he sits next to a woman. But he can have a date, doesn't mean he jumps into the bed with one immediately.

Yes he posted at 1.15am last night. He can have a date that evening, be out with a woman and get back at the hotel and post before he goes to sleep. Again, why would he sit alone in his room or be with AN all the time? And again, no hair cut

Just combed backwards....

She confirmed it was last night... i posted the conversation. lol at Alex being there, where? does it look that way?? I don't think so. btw. Alex was posting on IG, the story he reposted hours later on.

I don't know what you guys expect when he has a date... that he stays all night with her? He can go on a date, have a nice evening, and go back to his hotel afterwards, no? And get up early the next morning as well, no? Can you have a dinner date or a night out, without ending spending the whole night together? Or is that impossible.

Do I have an agenda? Geesh are you new on my blog... go read before you jump to conclusions about my agenda please, and come off Anon if you want to make these kind of stupid statements. Gosh, your message sounds a bit pathetic, sorry... not sorry.

Random pic? Sorry but why are you all so upset and in denial. Can't the guy go on a date, have a drink with a woman? Am I saying he's gonna marry her? Or take her on a next holiday? Or... whatever...??? What.'s wrong with you people? I don't see a bottle of SS on the table, and I don't think Alex is hiding or just went to the mens room... smh

You mean, there's not any bar or restaurant open in West Village after 5 pm? In NYC?? Uhm... and how did these girls get in to celebrate?

Omygosh are you for real???? Geesh... so in your opinion you need to face each other, or else it's not a date...

Okay people believe what you want, but don't get so effing upset when he's seen with a woman in a bar. He's a single man, he can go on a date. He's not your boyfriend, he' not cheating on you. Don't get into all kind of hilarious denying excuses. Not necessary... He's gonna be back in the UK anyway in a couple of days. So don't get your nickers twisted.

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itaerae · 10 months

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day off — k. jiwoong

pairing: bf!jiwoong x reader

synopsis: your boyfriend finally had a break after a long week of jam-packed schedules. the two of you decide to spend the day trying all sorts of pastry recipes! what could go wrong ?

word count: 0.5k

warnings: flour fight ! (not proofread)

author notes: i saw the situation regarding jiwoong on twt today, i’m so incredibly disappointed in wakeone. it is that hard to treat your idols like humans, my gosh. wishing jiwoong and the boys get better treatment soon ᴖ̈ happy reading my loves ⟡

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“uh, babe..” you looked up, staring at the boy who sheepishly fidgeted with the buttons on the oven. “yes, love ?” you replied, holding up a recipe for caramel scones. “how do you preheat the oven.. ?” jiwoong was rubbing his nape, obviously flustered.

he was so cute, you could hardly stifle your laugh. looks like he caught on though. “hey ! don’t laugh at me, this is my first time baking in the kitchen !” he whined, crossing his arms like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “okay okay, why don’t you prepare the ingredients while i preheat the oven then ?” you chuckled. “will do !”

after a couple minutes, you turn away from the preheated oven, admiring the sight that greeted you. jiwoong seemed to be concentrating hard on measuring the right amount of ingredients. and you wouldn’t lie, he looked quite attractive like this.

“busy staring, m’lady ?” he wriggled his eyebrows with a playful smirk. you rolled your eyes jokingly. “is it a crime to stare at my own boyfriend ?” you inquired, raising your own eyebrows. “hmm, i suppose not. but i’ve finished the ingredients !” he flaunted, staring like a proud kid waiting for compliments. you chuckled, “well done, jiwoong. though, it would have been more impressive seeing you preheat the oven.” you took note of the little pout that now formed on his face.

“hey, (name) !” you looked up from your mixing bowl, greeted by a grinning jiwoong. “wha—” before you could finish your sentence, flour blocked your vision. coughing, you wiped off the excess flour from your face. “oh kim jiwoong, you’re on !” you exclaimed, huffing as chasing him around the kitchen with flour in your hands.

the sound of laughter and squealing echoed the comfy living space. eventually dying down as both of you got tired with your childish shenanigans. safe to say you both were now a complete mess. “hahah ! babe you look like an unseasoned chicken right now !” jiwoong laughed, clutching his stomach.

“very funny, jiwoong. see as we look alike right now.” you sneered, a hint of playfulness still lingered in your tone. “now, help me clean up so these poor scones can get made.” and that’s how you spent most of the afternoon, cleaning up the flour mess in the kitchen.

“woong, the scones are done !” not even five seconds later you heard his footsteps rushing in. he immediately picked one up and took a bite, having to take a breath due to the heat. “babe, why didn’t you tell me they were hotttt” he whined in betrayal. “love, i just took them out of the oven..” you mentally facepalmed.

he huffed, but stuffed his mouth full anyway. “these are so good !” you laughed, he looked like a chimpunk stuffing it’s cheeks. “thank you woong, but you might wanna slow down before you choke.”

“yeah yeah.. but we should do this again, today was so fun !” he exclaimed, feeding you some of his scone. “we can bake any time you want love, i’m just glad you enjoyed your day off.” you gave him a small kiss, thanking him for the piece of scone.

taglist: @kpoprhia , @wonswife

#zerobaseone #zb1 drabbles #zb1 scenarios #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #boys planet 999 #boys planet drabbles #boys planet scenarios #boys planet imagines #boys planet x reader #kim jiwoong

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hannahssimblr · 2 months

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Chapter Twenty-Seven (Part 2)

Jude is on Skype when I get to Clontarf. I hear his smooth, low voice reverberate through the walls of his bedroom and I stand there for several moments trying to gauge whether or not he’s having the kind of conversation that I can just barge in on. I hear him laugh and say something that sounds casual rather than job-interview-like, so I push through the door.

“Oh, Evie just got here,” He says to the person on call with him, “Do you want to say hi?”

Who wants to say hi to me? I gingerly place my bag onto his chair and perch on the bed with him. A wide, round face beams at me through the screen. “Well hello there,” the woman says, “gosh, what a beautiful girl!”

“Thank you,” I say self-consciously, tucking my hair behind my ears, and Jude puts his arm around me to kiss my temple hello. “This is my girlfriend, Evie, and Evie, this is my great aunt Maureen.”

“Oh, from America,” I say, which makes her laugh for some reason.

“Well I’m happy to know he’s mentioned me!” She says, and she has a similar accent to him, or, maybe the reverse of it. An Irish woman who held fiercely to her Dublin syllables even after decades in America, even though that southwestern twang has crept in along the edges and slowed it all down so that she doesn’t sound in a hurry anymore. I bet it’s too damn hot in New Mexico to do anything at speed, including talking.

“When will you come and visit?” She says then, and I don’t know if she’s speaking to him or me or us both, but I let Jude answer her while I sit there and feel like an alien. Nobody knows that I just bawled my eyes out at my therapist’s office and said that I said I constantly think about dying.

“God, we’d love to. Maybe later in the year, do you think?” Jude is saying, “You know I’ve really been missing America lately.”

“‘Cause it’s been so long since you’ve come! Come for Thanksgiving, won’t you? I think it’d be perfect with all the kids around, although, you know, I can hardly call them kids when they’ve all got kids of their own. Evie, have you ever had a thanksgiving?”

“No, Maureen, I haven’t,”

“You’ll love it. Love it,” and in case I have any doubt about how much I’ll love it she and Jude proceed to have a lengthy conversation about all the food they used to cook together, pumpkin this and pumpkin that, I’ve never had pumpkin anything, and the alien feeling intensifies.

The conversation moves onto other things then, and I get restless when Maureen starts asking Jude about his job search. He tells her what’s been happening, the interview with a prop place near Portsmouth that he didn’t get a good feeling from, his correspondence with another studio in London, and the interview lined up for Tuesday at another, and then I wait for her to say the inevitable, which she does, “Why don’t you just come to America?”

He starts telling her why it’s not an option right now while she reminds him of all the things he used to love about it before he was ripped out of his precious homeland by his evil parents and then I get off the bed and start picking items of his clothing off the floor and folding them away. I’m aware that obsessive cleaning is what my mother does when my father has done something to piss her off, and consider the value of bringing this fact to my next therapy session with Helen. Maybe she’ll have something enlightening to say about it.

What’s so great about America anyway? I toss a rogue sock into his hamper. What do they have that we don’t have? Aside from like, semi automatic machine guns and UFOs? There’s so much stuff on this floor. I scoop up a pile of books and plop them onto his desk. Just because he’s American doesn’t mean that he has to just go back there. Why do people keep saying that? He doesn’t want to. He wants to move to London so I can’t see why people can’t just shut up about it. He lived in Berlin for four years, for God’s sake, so why is it inconceivable that he might see himself in-

“Evie, why are you cleaning my room?”

“Hm?”

Jude snaps his laptop shut, “I don’t want you to clean my room.”

“Did you hang up on Maureen?”

“No we said goodbye,” His eyebrow twitches, “She said goodbye to you too.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear her,” I grab a Nike runner and then the other once I’ve located it under a discarded sweatshirt.

“Um, you can stop cleaning if you want.”

“Okay,” I find a place for them and stash them neatly at the bottom of the open wardrobe and feel his eyes on me.

“You just kind of walked away mid conversation,” he points out delicately.

“Well, it was your conversation to have. I didn’t think I was going to just, like, walk in on like that. I would have waited if I’d known. Gone for a walk along the seafront or something.”

“I didn’t know how much you didn’t want to talk to Maureen, honestly.” I glance at him and he looks hurt, which is too much to bear at the moment, so I grab a fistful of pencils and shove them back into an upturned pencil case by their side. “Evie, stop. What’s the matter?”

“Well I just had my first therapy session, and you didn’t ask about it.”

“I haven’t had a chance to, c’mere, tell me about it.”

“You knew I was there and you knew when I’d be back and you talked to your great aunt anyway.”

“She called me. I wasn’t going to not pick up on her, she doesn’t call me often.”

“Okay, well…” I can’t think of anywhere else to put my anger and end up channelling it into the zip of the pencil case, which won’t close around the pencils I’ve shoved into it even though there are way too many of them to fit. Jude has the audacity to take the whole thing out of my hand. “Stop cleaning,” he says firmly. “What is wrong? Come here, please, tell me about your session.”

“You think I’m crazy,” I say, because I’ve just been acting crazy.

“I don’t. Come here.”

I don’t budge.

“Evie.”

“Why is everyone insisting that you move to America?”

“What? Nobody is insisting that, why are you saying that?”

“Maureen just did.”

“She means it as a joke, she doesn’t think I’m actually going to move back, it’s just that she misses me, I suppose,” He runs his fingers through the front of his hair, “I was like her kid for a while and then I moved away, and I don’t go and visit enough, she’s just… well it’s just wishful thinking.”

“My cousin’s girlfriend said it too.”

He makes a face, “Your cousin’s girlfriend doesn’t know anything about me.”

“She knows that they make movies in LA.”

“Yeah, so does everybody, no prizes to her for that one.”

“I just think that you’re going to change your mind about London and you’re going to contact a studio in LA, it seems like an obvious thing to do.” I’m wound so tightly that I can’t even imagine trying to move my body. My hand is still frozen in a claw like it’s trying to force up the zip of the pencil case that’s now sitting on the bed out of reach, and Jude’s eyebrows fly up incredulously. “You told me to contact a studio in LA.”

“Have you done it?”

“I’m a bit afraid to say that I have.”

“Oh right.”

“For feedback. It was your idea.”

“Well you never said that you contacted them, it’s like you were keeping it a secret from me.”

“I would have if you’d given me a chance to talk to you, but you just came in here and started picking fights with me.”

“I don’t want a fight.”

“Then quit picking one.”

“How many places did you contact?”

He sighs, “Come on, Evie.” “No, how many?”

“Four, I think.”

“Four?”

“Yeah, four, and they haven’t responded yet, so there’s nothing to report back.”

“Okay, well, maybe they won’t.”

He leans onto an elbow and stares down at his nails, shaking his head, and I feel threatened by this. Is he angry with me? Disappointed?

“What?” I demand shakily.

He purses his lips.

“Jude, what?”

“Would you be pleased if none of the LA studios ever responded to me?”

“Would I be-”

“I mean if I sent emails to those places with a long enthusiastic letter tailored to each individual one, attached my portfolio that I’ve worked myself to the bone on for the last year, and merely asked for their feedback on it, would it make you happy if they all ignored me?”

I’m flabbergasted. That’s obviously not what I meant. “Of course I wouldn’t.”

“Okay because it just feels like you’re pretty relieved by the thought that none of them might want anything to do with me, and like, for the record, it’s not like I think I’m good enough to work for them, okay? I’m not that delusional, but at this point it feels like I’ll take any help I can get, because nothing is working out. I’ve applied for dozens of jobs this summer and I’ve heard nothing from the vast majority of them. They don’t even reply to me to say I’m not suitable most of the time, that’s how shitty they all think I am, so if the interview with that London place doesn’t pan out next week and nobody from LA comes back to me with a shred of guidance on my portfolio then I really don’t know what I’m going to do. It’s looking like I’ll end up getting some shit job in a fucking Aldi just so I have something to do with my time so it’s really great to know that you’re gunning for me to fail.”

He flips onto his back with the heels of his hands in his eye sockets and lets out a groan of despair, “I’m not used to failure. I don’t know how to handle myself.”

I want to crumple to the floor in anguish. I am dreadful. Perhaps I should leave town and change my name and save him the effort of breaking up with me, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know- I should be more supportive. I don’t want you to fail. I only want the opposite.”

“Why did you come over if you were going to be like this? I was looking forward to seeing you and hearing about your session, and now…” He trails off, but he needn’t say more because I know what he means. I’ve taken what could have been a good moment and soured it because of the inherent ways that I am. This is the first crack, I think, the moment that I will look back on and think, yes, that’s when we both knew unequivocally that I’d make him unhappy. Perhaps, I think, I should get back on the bus and go back to Helen and tell her that I’ve changed my mind and I’d like to take pills after all, because being numb and sedated seems like a nice idea all of a sudden.

“I’m sorry Jude,” I whisper again, and I perch on the edge of the bed with my back to him because I can sense he’s doing that thing he does when he’s upset, where he shuts himself off to me and builds a wall around himself, and I don’t want to see that glazed, stony look on his face ever again.

Except he isn’t doing that. His hand is on my shoulder, “Evie, c’mere.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, can I have you?”

“Have me?”

“Yeah I just want to hold you for a while. I don’t want to be like this. I’ve had enough relationships where I fight, I don’t want it with you, please.”

This is new, I think, as he bundles me into his arms and lays down with me so that my face is nestled against his collarbone, the flutter of his breath in my hair, and there is nothing to look at so I close my eyes and breathe him in. “I’ve upset you,” I murmur.

“I’m alright, it’s just been a weird time,” he plants an almost impossibly tender kiss on the crown of my head, “and I’m edgy.”

“I know. It’s fair enough. I really didn’t mean that I want you to fail , I want everything for you, I want you to succeed and I know you will, I think that’s why I’m scared, because the possibilities are so endless and your life could take you anywhere-”

“I don’t want anywhere I want here.”

Here feels pretty good, with our legs wound together and his heartbeat beneath my ear. The warmth and darkness he’s made for me in his arms is like a cocoon that I never want to emerge from. He squeezes me as tightly as his restraint will allow him, “Christ,” he says, “I love you so much it’s nuts.”

“I love you too.”

“It’s never like this, not with anyone else. I’ve never felt like this before. I want you to know how serious I am.”

“So intense,” I laugh into his chest and he squeezes an involuntary sound out of me and I squeak like a child’s toy.

“I love you too much to fight with you. Let’s not do that again.”

“That’d mean I’d have to stop being insane, I think.”

“You’re not insane, don’t say that.”

“My therapist said that.”

“No she did not.”

“Okay,” I chuckle, “She didn’t.”

“What did she say?”

But I’m too cosy to go there right now. I snuggle up against him, and it’s the kind of embrace that makes it easy to forget that hardship and badness exists. “Hmm, I’ll tell you in a sec,” I promise, and bask in blissful feelings for just five more minutes.

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#lucky girl part 3

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Both concepts (Littlebug and Chaton meet ninja turtles) sound really cool, so either option sounds good. :)

Then let's do Overlord/Light Lord/Doll Army!

For the lulz...

(During the class trip to New York...)

Alya: I'm finally gonna see my penpal!

Marinette: Penpal?

Alya: Yeah! It was part of a project back at my old school before I moved to Paris. I became penpals with a girl in New York named April O'neal. And guess what? She's into comics, heroes, and journalism! Just like me!

Marinette: That sounds really cool!

Alya: I'm gonna meet her at the park during our break and we're gonna chat for a bit over lunch!

Marinette: Just make sure to be careful. New York is weird.

Alya: Pfft! Hardly. Sure, she's written about some crazy stuff, but there's no way any of it is true.

Marinette: Like what?

Alya: Like mutants and yokai and papermen and aliens and "mystic" stuff. I mean really! What are the odds of something like that happening in New York?

Marinette: The same as Miraculous and akumas and sentimonsters and "magic" stuff in Paris?

Alya: …

Marinette: …

Alya: …I'm gonna take the Dolls for protection.

Marinette: Your protection or theirs?

Alya: Gotta go! (Grabs bag with Chaton and Littlebug)

Littlebug and Chaton: (Are startled by the sudden movement but let themselves be taken along for a ride)

(At the park, April and Alya meet up)

Alya: Are you April?

April: Alya?

Alya: Oh my gosh! It's awesome to finally meet you!

April: Same!

(The two are chatting. Unbeknownst to them, Littlebug and Chaton have gotten bored in Alya's bag and have snuck out to play.)

April: (Looking at Alya's phone) So this is the Ladyblog?

Alya: Yep! My pride and joy!

April: (Looking over the blog and the posts) And this is all for real? The superheroes and monsters and everything?

Alya: I kid you not. Sometimes I wonder how Paris is still standing…

Chaton: (Finds a carousel and climbs on it)

Littlebug: (Spins the carousel)

Chaton: (Spinning around on the carousel)

Littlebug: (Jumps on)

Alya: Speaking of things you can't believe…were you joking about that stuff you wrote about?

April: What stuff?

Alya: Like…with the mutants? And the demon armor? I mean, I told my friend about it and she freaked out a bit because yeah, things get crazy in Paris, so I want to reassure her it's not real so she doesn't have to worry.

April: …

Alya: …she doesn't have to worry, right?

April: …

Alya: Right?

(Meanwhile, Chaton falls off the carousel, his eyes spinny. Littlebug hops off the carousel and helps the dizzy Chaton to the girls and into one of the bags to rest.)

April: Well, would you look at the time! Gotta go!

Alya: Wait! I need answers!

April: (Grabs her bag and leaves)

Alya: (Huffs) I'm gonna get that scoop sooner or later!

(Alya lifts her bag….then pauses once she notices the weight.)

Alya: (Opens the bag to see no dolls) ….uh oh.

(At the Lair…)

April: Hey, guys! (Sets bag down)

Mikey: Hey, April! What happened?

April: Nothing much. I finally met my penpal today.

Mikey: Ooooo! What's she like?

April: Nice girl…a bit brash though. She's running a blog in Paris that's all about the crazy stuff going on there.

Leo: Mutant crazy or New Jersey crazy?

April: All this stuff about "Miraculous" and monsters and magic. (Pulls up Ladyblog on her phone and shows it to the boys) And a cult apparently?

Leo: Like the Foot?

April: I dunno. Cuter, I guess?

Leo: (Reading) "Join the Light Lord Marinette's followers and get your own doll?" I don't see the appeal.

(Unbeknownst to the assembled group, the dolls have gotten bored and jump out of the bag to explore. Chaton wanders off.)

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(Meanwhile...)

(Raph has been minding his own business and just finished doing some training so he was putting the equipment away. All that was left were the weights.)

Raph: (Picks up the weights one at a time to put back on the stand)

(A small weight is lifted up to Raph by little hands.)

Raph: Thank you! (Takes the weight and puts it on the stand)

(Pause)

Raph: …wait. (Spins back to see Chaton)

Chaton: (Lifting another small weight, trying to be helpful because Mama taught him to always clean up and put things away when he's done with them)

Raph: …

Chaton: (Smiles)

Raph: …AAAAAAAAAAH!

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(Back with the others)

Leo: So monsters and superheroes and ladybugs, oh my!

Donnie: Impossible. If even half of that stuff is true, how do they even keep the city standing?

April: It's magic, I guess?

Mikey: OooooOOOooooo! Magic! Like real magic!

Donnie: Scoff. It's not magic.

Leo: You can't just deny magic in everything.

Donnie: I'll admit to actual magic when it comes alive and beans me in the head.

(A red and black-poka dotted ball smacks Donnie in the back of the head.)

Donnie: …oh hah hah, Leo. Slow clap. (Picks up ball)

Leo: That wasn't me.

Mikey: (Looks behind Donnie) There's nothing back here.

Donnie: See? It was Leo.

Leo: Not everything is my fault!

(Long pause)

Leo: …today, at least.

Donnie: And I suppose one of those "magical creatures" just somehow found their way to the Lair? Without any of us knowing? To just surprise us?

(Suddenly, the sound of Raph screaming from another room can be heard)

April: …

Mikey: …

Leo: …

Donnie: …

Leo: …aren't you gonna…?

Donnie: No. I refuse.

Raph: (Shouting from the other room) AAAAH! DEMON DOLL!

Donnie: It's not magic.

Raph: (Shouting from the other room) MAGIC DEMON DOLL!

Donnie: If I don't acknowledge it, it's not real and I am technically not wrong.

April: DONNIE!

(They run to the other room.)

Raph: (Backs away from Chaton in fear)

Chaton: (Confused)

Raph: Wait! If this is a demon like that creepy Cuddles demon, all I have to do is laugh at it! (Laughs at Chaton)

Chaton: (Stares)

Raph: (Laughs louder)

Chaton: (Starts to cry)

Raph: (Immediately stops laughing) Wait.

(Donnie, April, Mikey, and Leo rush into the room.)

April: What's going on?! Is Mrs. Cuddles back?!

Leo: Is that a catboy doll?

Mikey: (Gasp) And is it crying?

Donnie: …nope. I draw the line at crying inanimate objects. (Turns to leave, revealing Littlebug had been clinging to the back of his battle shell)

Raph: AAAH! There's another one!

Donnie: Wait—what?! (Spins)

Littlebug: (Hopes off Donnie and runs over to Chaton)

Chaton: (Still teary) ;_;

Littlebug: (Turns and glares at Raph)

Raph: (Tenses)

Littlebug: (Wags her finger at him, clearly giving a lecture and looking quite cross)

April: I think you upset them.

Leo: (Hamming it up) Raph! I expected better of you!

Raph: I didn't mean to! He was there and I just…

(Chaton's tears fall to the floor and everyone stares in shock and growing concern as the tears begin to burn through the floor where they land.)

Donnie: And its tears are corrosive, apparently.

Leo: Yeaaaah, you might want to make it stop before we end up with a basement?

Raph: (Looks down at Chaton)

Chaton: (Looks up at Raph, eyes still teary)

Raph: I'm very sorry.

Chaton: (Wipes his nose)

Littlebug: (Huffs at Raph, then pulls out a red and black-spotted handkerchief and wipes Chaton's eyes)

Chaton: (Sniffles but smiles once the tears are dried)

Leo: Well, I guess we know who the big sibling is.

Mikey: (Gushing) AWWWWW! They're so cuuuute!

Chaton: (Preening at the attention)

Mikey: (Pokes Chaton)

Chaton: (Nuzzles Mikey's hand)

Mikey: (Gushing even more)

Donnie: So I don't mean to interrupt this…this, but am I the only one concerned about the intruders to our Lair?

Leo: Good point. Any idea how they got here?

April: Didn't Alya mentioned something about Dolls on her blog? Maybe they hitched a ride with me during my meeting with her?

(They look at April's phone.)

Raph: So there are monsters and heroes in Paris?

Mikey: And these little guys are based on those heroes! How neat!

Leo: Does kinda give more credence to the whole "Light Lord" and "free doll" business.

Raph: So your friend just happened to have magic dolls with her?

Donnie: How do you even know they're magic?

Leo: Because they're dolls? And alive? Kinda screams magic there, Don.

Donnie: Not necessarily! EXPERIMENTATION will determine the truth!

Mikey: (Looks worried)

April: (Looks worried)

Chaton: (Looks worried, lip wobbling)

Littlebug: (Glares, silently promising swift and painful retribution)

Donnie: …and by "experimentation", I mean non-invasive non-painful mystic scanning.

Chaton: (Smiles)

Littlebug: (Suspicious but allows it)

April: Orrrr I could just try calling Alya.

Donnie: Sure, if you want to be boring about it.

April: Seriously, it'll take five minutes. Don't do anything while I'm gone! (Leaves the room)

All: ...

Donnie: You all know I'm doing it anyway, right?

Leo: You wouldn't be you if you didn't.

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(With April)

April: (Calling Alya)

Voice: (Picks up) Hello?! HELLO?! Is this April?

April: Uh yeah. Who this?

Marinette: My name is Marinette. Alya told me about your meeting and...nothing weird or anything, but would you happen to have a couple of dolls with you?

April: You mean the living dolls? Then yes, I have them here.

Marinette: Oh no! Please don't freak out! They're good kids, I promise! They're just children who like to play! They don't hurt anyone and usually stay out of trouble. Wait they haven't gotten into trouble, have they?

April: Trust me, they'd be in good company.

Marinette: (Confused) Eh?

April: Nothing! So about this whole "Doll Army" and "Light Lord" thing?

Marinette: I keep telling Alya to take that down! (Sighs) Can you tell me where they are and I'll explain it on the way? Preferably before anything happens?

April: What could happen?

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Donnie: (Scanning Chaton) Seriously, what are you made of?

Chaton: (Goes BRRR in the scan, clearly having fun)

Donnie: No mechanical parts to be seen. Just pure energy. And felt.

Leo: Soooo…magic?

Donnie: Not EVERYTHING has to be magic, Leo!

Chaton: (Nods because he is magic! Mama said so!)

Donnie: (Points at Chaton) Don't you argue with me!

Leo: (Looks back and forth between them) But…he didn't say anything?

Donnie: I know what he said! Per my scans, these two apparently have empathy—

Mikey: Awww!

Donnie: No, I mean empathy as an ability. Where they can sense the feelings of others and convey their own in their own form of communication. Like something out of a badly written teen vampire romance novel, but less pretentious. And annoying.

Mikey: (Gasp) They communicate through their FEELINGS!

Donnie: The one language barrier we cannot cross.

Chaton: (Holds up arms to Mikey because it sounds like he wants a hug)

Mikey: AWWW! (Hugs Chaton) You are adorable!

Chaton: (Smiles and purrs because hugs)

Raph: (Still nervous) Are we sure that hugs don't power them somehow? Like screams did for Mrs. Cuddles?

Donnie: (Doing energy readings) ….oh, they do. He's absorbing the ambient energy from Mikey’s presence as we speak.

Mikey: (Pauses, then goes back to hugging Chaton anyway) It's not like a little lost energy never hurt anyone.

Raph: Mikey! Put him down! He could kill you!

Mikey: (Hugs Chaton tighter) Worth it!

Chaton: (Hugs back because Orange boy is warm and sunny and he would never hurt him)

Donnie: Calm down. They’re merely absorbing excess energy. Like osmosis.

Raph: …why?

Donnie: (Shrugs) They appear to just be storing it like little batteries.

Leo: Okay…to do what?

Littlebug: (Throws hand in the air, causing a red and black-spotted screwdriver to appear)

Turtle Bros: (Stare)

Donnie: (Intrigued) …okay, that’s handy, actually.

Raph: Donnie.

Donnie: What else can you make?

Raph: Donnie, NO!

April: (Pokes her head in) Guys! I talked with their Mom. She says they aren't evil but ARE magic.

Leo: (To Donnie) Told ya.

Donnie: (Glares)

April: I'm gonna meet up with her to get an explanation. Don't do anything too crazy while I'm gone! (Leaves)

All: ...

(Ten minutes later)

(The Dolls are set up on the table and looking confused or amused in Littlebug’s case. Mikey is sitting on a chair in the corner, underneath a sign that has “Bad Boy Jail” crossed out and new words of “Quarantine Corner” written on it instead.)

Mikey: Can I come out and play with the Dolls now?

Raph: No! You just hugged one, Mikey! And we’re still not sure what it’s done to you!

Donnie: (Checking Mikey over) Nothing yet as far as I can tell.

Mikey: Nothing other than giving me AFFECTION AND HAPPINESS! Like that’s so bad, Raph!

Raph: We can’t let our guard down until we know what we’re dealing with! The last time we had a doll in the Lair, it turned out to be evil.

Mikey: Awww, these guys aren't evil! (Turns to the Dolls, talking baby talk) Awre youw?

Littlebug: (Nods)

Turtles: (Stare)

Turtles: (Glance at each other nervously)

Raph: Okay…so how evil are we talking exactly?

Littlebug: (Frowns, considering)

Littlebug: (Holds her hands a distance apart, which amounts to half a foot or so)

Leo: Eh, still less evil than Donnie.

Donnie: Eyeroll. You just can't appreciate genius.

Raph: I would feel better if we knew exactly what we are dealing with and just how evil these two are.

Mikey: Don't worry! Doctor Feelings can handle this! (Turns to Littlebug) So, what exactly do you mean by "evil"? (Does air quotes)

Littlebug: (Makes a gesture indicating a box and taking something and putting it in the box)

Mikey: You dumped a man in a dumpster?

Littlebug: (Holds up two fingers)

Mikey: AND his assistant?

Littlebug: (Nods, proudly)

Mikey: Well, that's not good but not so bad. But why?

Littlebug: (Frowns)

Littlebug: (Makes a comedically frowny face and gestures at her face)

Mikey: Uh huh…

Littlebug: (Stands up and strikes several poses then collapses to the floor)

Mikey: (Eyes widen)

Littlebug: (Sits up, taps her wrist but shakes her head)

Mikey: Oh.

Littlebug: (Points to herself and makes the gesture of the box again)

Mikey: (Looking less nice and more angry)

Littlebug: (Holds up three fingers and makes a sad face)

Mikey: (Expression is now stormy)

Raph: Uh…Mikey?

Mikey: (Pulls out weapon) And where did you say this guy lives again?

Raph: MIKEY NO!

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(Five minutes later)

Mikey: (Sans weapon and pouting, now sitting back in the "Quarantine Corner")

Raph: Okay, now that we've confiscated Mikey's weapons...what should we do about...(Looks down at Chaton)

Chaton: (Smiles up at Raph)

Raph: Yeah…and we're SURE they're not evil?

Mikey: Only to those who deserve it. (Darkly to self) And trust me, they deserve it.

Leo: Okay, anyone else worrying about Mikey's sudden turn to the dark side? And if the Dolls have hypnotic capabilities? No? Just me?

Chaton: (Climbs up on Raph)

Raph: ….uh hi?

Chaton: (Smiles)

Raph: (Staying very still)

Chaton: (Leans on Raph's plastron and purrs)

Raph: (Eyes wide and shiny)

Leo: Raph? You okay?

Raph: (Hugs Chaton) It's everything I've ever wanted.

Leo: Aaaand we've lost Raph. Looks like it's just you and me, Don…

Donnie: (Talking to Littlebug) And you think a death ray would be enough for that?

Littlebug: (Nods and points to a section of a map)

Donnie: I see! I could easily increase the output to scale for size of land mass…

Leo: …I have concerns. I have many concerns.

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(Meanwhile)

(With April and Marinette, the two are heading to the Lair.)

Marinette: I am so sorry about this! They're usually pretty well behaved, but sometimes they can get into mischief.

April: (Pats Marinette on the back) Well, that is what kids do. Still, I can't get over how you manage everything. Emotional terrorists. Magic. Monsters. Being a mom to magical dolls. And your own friends trying to take over the world on your behalf? The only way it could be tougher is if you're Ladybug.

Marinette: (Laughs nervously) Y-yeah...hahah.

April: No worries! They're with some of the best guys I know right now. I'm sure they're being responsible and not doing anything too crazy with the Dolls.

Marinette: (Hopeful) Really?

April: (Nervous smile, lying through her teeth) Totally!

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(At the Lair)

Leo: Okay. Recap. Dolls are magic. And possibly evil. Raph, Mikey, and Donnie are apparently hypnotized by their cuteness.

(The sound of lightning and evil cackling comes from Donnie's Lab)

Leo: ...no no, that's just Donnie on a Tuesday.

Leo: (Pulls out his phone and looks up the Ladyblog)

Leo: So it looks like the Dolls are...weirdly popular. And in high demand. Huh, no wonder they've got a Doll Army. And this "Light Lord" is their creator....and mother. (Thinking a plan) Hmmmm...

(Five minutes later)

(Leo is sitting across from Littlebug, )

Leo: Okay. So what IS your plan?

Littlebug: (Holds a picture of the world and words "Domination!")

Leo: Kind of figured. And where do my brothers fit in?

Littlebug: (Holds up picture of Littlebug and Donnie in mad scientist gear with a giant ray gun zapping things)

Leo: That sounds like Donnie, all right. Jerk was probably just waiting for the excuse, knowing him.

Littlebug: (Shifts the various papers and holds up a picture of Donnie wearing a sash that says "Minister of Science")

Leo: Yeah, he would love that. What about Mikey and Raph?

Littlebug: (Points to a picture of Mikey dangling a weird-looking blond man over a pit)

Leo: Ah. I'm not sure who that is, but it seems Mikey does. He looks happy about it, at least. And Raph?

Littlebug: (Points to a picture of a happy Raph covered in dolls—more than just Littlebug and Chaton. Apparently there were others?)

Leo: That can't be all?

Littlebug: (Pauses and turns over the picture to reveal another drawing of Raph having tea with a young lady with pigtails, both smiling underneath a banner that says "Leader Stress Free Zone")

Leo: …huh. Okay. May need to talk to Raph about that. And I'm guessing the girl is your Mom, right?

Littlebug: (Nods)

Leo: So…why all the rest of this then? What would you even do with the world once you conquered it?

Littlebug: (Holds up a picture of the Dolls giving the world to their Mom)

Leo: …okay, that's cute. But does she even WANT the world?

Littlebug: (Pauses)

Littlebug: (Frowns, thinking it over)

Leo: Or does she want you guys because you ARE her world?

Littlebug: (Pauses)

Littlebug: (Tears up)

Leo: Maybe you should give her a hug or something the next time you see her instead of a planet? I think owning the world would just stress her out more.

Littlebug: (Nods and looks up at him pleadingly)

Leo: Do you want me to call her?

Littlebug: (Nods)

Leo: Sure thing.

Littlebug: (Hugs Leo)

Leo: (Sighs)

(Pause)

Leo: Wait. Did I just save the world?

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(Later)

(April arrives with Marinette)

April: Hey guys! I brought their Mom!

Leo: So you're human?

Marinette: And you're a mutant.

Leo: I just thought a creator of living dolls would be a yokai or something.

Marinette: This is a crazy world we live in. I hope they weren't trouble.

Leo: Well they DID kinda try to bring my brothers into their world domination plans, but I managed to talk them out of it.

Marinette: What?! HOW?!

Leo: (Acting serious and dramatic) With the Power of Love.

Marinette: (Grabs Leo) No, seriously! HOW?!! I have been trying at length for AGES to get them and my friends to stop this insanity and you managed it in two hours!

Leo: Oh. Uh...sorry?

Marinette: (Releases him and takes a breath of relief) No. No. This is...this is great actually. Thank you!

Leo: Anytime.

Donnie: (Slams open door) DAMMIT, NARDO!

Leo: What?

Donnie: You talked them out of world domination! NOW what am I supposed to do with the Apocalypse Device?

Leo: ...why do you have an Apocalypse Device?

Donnie: For the World Domination Plan I was helping create for the Dark Lord!

Marinette: (Annoyed) I'm not a Dark Lord!

Donnie: (Ignores her, continuing to lament) My inventions would go down in history. AND I would become the royal scientist! But now the Dolls don't want to do it!

Leo: ...sucks.

Donnie: I created a whole PLAN, Leo! It was a 12 step process!

Marinette: But how do you take over the world if you destroy it? Wouldn't an apocalypse leave nothing left?

Donnie: ...oh. (Eyes widen) I have to go stop the timer! (Runs out of the room)

Leo: .....what?

Marinette: (Eyes wide)

April: ...so yeah. These are my friends!

Marinette: (To Leo) It's no wonder you knew how to deal with the kids. You must be used to it.

Leo: (Shrugs and refrains from mentioning his own antics) Yeah well y'know...

(Littlebug and Chaton run out and hug Marinette's legs. Raph and Mikey watch from the door, teary and sniffling at the reunion.)

Marinette: I've been worried sick about you two! (Hugs the Dolls)

Chaton and Littlebug: (Hug Marinette back because they didn't mean to make her worry, honest!)

Marinette: (To April and the others) It's been nice to meet all of you. Sorry about the trouble.

Mikey: It was no trouble!

Raph: Yeah. They're good kids. We wouldn't mind seeing them again.

Mikey: Speaking of, Littlebug mentioned a certain someone and I was hoping you could give more information on who it is. He needs a meeting with Dr. Delicate Touch.

Marinette: Who is—

Leo: And that's our cue to leave! (Pushes Marinette and April out) Thanks for everything! Lovely to meet you! Give a call if anything happens! Buh-bye!

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(Three days later)

(Leo gets a phone call.)

Leo: Hello?

Marinette: Hello, Leo. It's Marinette.

Leo: Oh hey. Something wrong?

Marinette: I wanted to say thanks again for derailing the whole "world domination" plans the Dolls had. But they seem to have picked it back up again.

Leo: What? Why?

Marinette: They wanted to do something nice for me and are convinced that I deserve the world.

Leo: Cute. Evil...but cute.

Mari: You seem immune to the chaos and talked them out of it once. Do you think you could do it again?

Leo: Well, I can try?

Mari: Please! I will give you a box of croissants if you do!

Leo: Sold!

(Fifteen minutes and a portal later)

Leo: (Enters room with a box of croissants and jam, and wearing a sash that says “Minister of Foreign Affairs”)

Mari: (Stares)

Leo: (Shrugs) So yeaaah…they made a better offer.

Mari: If you wanted jam you should have said something! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU JAM!!!

And thus the struggle continues...

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